Chapter 2

Day 1, 11 am

I woke up hungry, drowsy from my sleep, and sat up on my current bed.

''This is not my room,'' I said to myself looking around the luxurious bedroom.

My mind then remembered the previous events before I slept and my eyes widened. Yesterday's event was not a dream, it happened. I am currently a prisoner by a syndicate forced to fight for a debauched wrestling club. I need to escape.

I stood up from the bed and started walking around the room to examine it. A king-size bed with white covers. A few pieces of furniture consisting of a long sofa with a small glass table in the middle of the room. A flat-screen TV is attached to the wall with the remote being on the table. A giant closet beside the bed. I opened it to find it full of clothes. I left this one for the meantime. Turning around I saw my reflection from the other side of the bed. A giant full-body mirror I attached to the wall. I looked like a mess. My brown hair is a rat's nest. My clothes consist of an orange polo with blue slacks, all wrinkled and stained from yesterday's events. I smelled myself and I recoiled. I reek a lot. I continue to look around the room and I found 2 doors. One is a big metallic door, akin to an elevator. It has no panel or anything that might help me open it. I didn't bother wasting my time pondering about it. The second door is wooden brown. This time it had a knob. I opened it to find it as a bathroom. It's a luxury bathroom. A large bathtub, toilet, a sink with complete amenities, and a glass-walled shower. It also has what I suspect is a giant jacuzzi. I found towels from the sink drawers. I washed my face first to wake myself up and dried it off with the towel. I stripped off my old clothes and went inside the shower.

(Timeskip)

After a good shower, I feel fresh. I wrapped the towel I have around my lower half and walked back out to the main room. There I am greeted with an incredible sight. An honest-to-God maid is fixing the table with food. I was staring at her as she bends down to put down the silverware but I'm looking at her face and her clothes or lack of them.

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She is wearing what I can tell is a maid bikini complete with arm cuffs. Her top is snuggly holding her breast but tantalizing showing a lot of it. Her thong is too small but still functional. I can see her crotch lines. She is very beautiful. Short red hair held by a maid's turban. Pink eyes and a small nose. Red kissable lips. (Imagine Maki from school live Idol). She noticed me when she stopped working and stood up.

''Good morning Master.'' She said with a bow. I am Arianne, your permanent maid.

Huh? My mind dumbly said to myself

''Me, master?'' I pointed at myself confusingly.

''Yes, you are my new permanent master. The handler assigned me to you as your maid to make your stay here as comfortable as possible. After all, you are our new addition to our roster'' She told me with a smile.

I remember I agreed to fight yesterday. Though I don't need a maid.

''But I don't need a maid, I can take care of myself.'' I calmly rejected her especially if that maid looked like a stripper. I can already feel myself getting excited as I continue to look at her. Her keep bouncing in its thin confines with each movement.

''Oh, that's a shame master but the higher-ups won't allow it. Take a seat first so I can explain.'' She said while beckoning me to sit.

I walked towards her on the sofa and took a seat. She then followed and took a seat on my left. She surprised me then by sitting very close to me and pressing herself to my arm. My arm disappeared between her breasts and I can feel its softness.

''You see master, all fighters in our roster are kept in prison isolated in each room in this facility. They tend to get lonely and try to escape. So the higher-ups started to assign maids to provide company for the fighters. Our maids also serve as an early warning system. We evaluate our master's mental and physical health and try to circumvent any error. The higher-ups take care of our fighters. We need you all sound in mind and body to rack up money after all. So I'm yours to keep, master and you're not getting rid of me easily.'' She said with a tone of smugness while hugging my arm. This gives me a good look at her cleavage, exciting me even more.

I can understand this arrangement though. Prisoners in isolation tend to go mad, even if they go out from time to time, but going back to a room with no company, the prisoner would go crazy. I also see the hidden function of the maid. She serves as my prison guard. She would monitor me if I'm trying to escape or not. This is the worst-case scenario. I can't get rid of her, I don't even know how she opened the metal door. I look at the metal door and there is no sign of it opening. Also if I get rid of her, there would be consequences.

''Oh looks like someone's decided to join our talk master.''

''Huh?''

She pointed at my towel-clad waist where my erection is standing proud and tall. The towel is barely hiding it.

I immediately covered it with my hands, taking my left arm back, in embarrassment as I looked at her.

''It's not what it looks like''. I said to her embarrassed.

''Hmm, that's okay master as you made it my duty to make you comfortable in your stay. That also means taking care of your problems.'' She said to me with a wink.

She then kneeled between my legs and pulled down my towel. I tried pulling it back but she pulled back even harder. It didn't take long the towel slipped through my fingers and my shame finally released into the open air.

''Oh wow, you are a big master. 6 inches at full mast.'' She commented while grasping my cock, and playing with it.

I gasp at her actions. Her hand is so smooth and dainty. It feels too good. She gave it a tentative lick. When her tongue touched my dick, I threw my head backward on the sofa at the sheer pleasure it gave me. She took it in her mouth in one big gulp.

Her mouth moved, taking me inside. I can feel her tongue lick around my dick. She deepthroats me with great enthusiasm. I immediately came into her mouth. She was surprised by my orgasm but immediately recovered. Her mouth moved as if to milk me even more. I buck my hips towards her as I keep cumming. My orgasm finally stopped after a few moments. She released my dick from its prison with a loud pop. Her opened showing loads of cum inside and she made a show of swallowing it.

I gulped; this girl is dangerous. Her feminine wiles are absurd.

''Master should eat breakfast before it gets cold. I'll do your laundry in the meantime.''

She told me as she stood and walked to the laundry bin in the bathroom. She didn't even clean herself up from the cum dripping from her mouth or breast.

She is a great obstacle to overcome if I need to escape here.

I thought to myself as I ate the now cold breakfast.

Timeskip Day 1 noon.

After I ate, Arianne the maid told me that the handler will come here at 2 pm to discuss my debut fight. She pointed out to me that the room had a digital clock by turning on the TV. Which I did immediately. It's 12:37 pm, looks like a slept-in. She also showed me a landline phone inside of the desk between the body mirror and bed. The landline directly connects to the maid's quarters so if I need something, I only need to call. Arianne then went out of the room to do other duties in the facility, I observed her as she went out for information. The metal door immediately opened as she walked through it pushing the food trolley filled with dirty dishes. As soon as she's out of the room, the door closes shut.

OK, the door is electronic with no panel for me to work on. The only one who can get in and out is the maid. I can't take her hostage cause I already knew about Goliath. That means my escape can't be done while I'm still in the room. It must be done while I'm out of it. This conclusion just led me nowhere. Currently, I still need more information to plan an escape from her. I laid down on the soft bed, scheming how to escape.

Day 1, 2 pm

The door opened again, and this time it was a lady from yesterday.

''Well, well looking fresh, are we?'' She smiled at me

I looked at her with bored eyes while I'm still on the bed.

''Well, I got a proper shower, unlike yesterday''.

Oh, snarky today. Good, you need it for tonight.

''Tonight?''

''Tonight is your debut match. I did tell you yesterday, right?''

''Oh, you told me that?''

''Yup, it will be held at 10 pm so you have time to eat and prepare before the fight. So if you have questions now, you gotta ask now.''

She said to me with a cheery smile, God, how can she smile like that?

''I never really got your name. What should I call you?''

''Names have power here, so it's confidential for you. You can only call me a handler because I'm the only handler in this facility.''

Yikes, now that's sneaky of them.

''About the match, what's the win condition? What are the rules?''

Oh, we have many types of matches here. But yours is a standard match. You win if you pin down your opponent on a count of three.

Oh, that's easy then.

''Do I have to, you know yesterday's match we saw, do that too?'' I asked embarrassed

''Make your opponent cum? Yes, it's allowed. It's expected to make your opponent cum. Do remember this is an entertainment wresstling club after all. We expect a good show so fighters are allowed to rape their opponents. The more the audience likes the show, the faster your debt dissolves. Are you chickening out now?'' She smiled at me with that last comment.

''No''

So I need to rape my opponent in my fights to entertain the guest for more money. Great, I'm now a wrestling gigolo.

''What are the rules of the fight?''

''Well, you're not allowed to injure your opponent so no breaking bones or serious injuries. You can use any kind wrestling of move. All sex moves are allowed. Oh, no weapons allowed except there are match stipulations for it.''

Oh, that's pretty tame except for the raping part.

''Well looks, that's all my questions.''

''Wonderful, I'm happy you accepted your fate already. You should start preparations for the match. Your maid will help you prepare and lead you to the match venue, it's the same one as yesterday.'' She clapped to herself happily to my acceptance of fate

This is one demented lady I tell you.

She then left the room immediately and I was finally alone.

Timeskip Day 1, 8 pm

Arianne the maid came back at 5 pm with dinner, I ate as she rummaged through my closet. Turns out wrestling outfits are also provided. She then produced tight-looking black wrestling briefs which I refused but she insisted on using it as it is easy access to my cock which the audience would like. I can't win against that argument so I accepted it sulking. She only laughed at me sulking and pointed out that all maids here only wear bikinis so my argument is invalid. By 7 pm I was guided by Arianne towards the locker room where I needed to take a shower before the match. When I got out of the room, two guys are waiting outside to escort me and Arianne towards the locker room. This a problem for my escape. Turns out there is only one locker room because I'm the only man on the roster. My mind went back to the handler's comment about a job position being opened. There was a previous male fighter before me.

I entered the shower room in the locker area after I was stripped by Arianne and was greeted with heavenly sights. There are also other fighters taking a shower. They are all girls. I can see them because there are no boundaries between showers. It's just a giant room with shower heads on the wall. That's it. Arianne pushed me to a vacant shower and told me to clean up for the match. I noticed the girls gaze at me as I shower. Some are licking their lips, some are nervous and some just don't care. I didn't take long in the shower and immediately finished. In the locker room, I dried up and pulled up the wrestling briefs Arianne gave me with a thumbs up. I just numbly stared at her. She then led me towards the ballroom yesterday. There is a large curtain that hid us from the audience, here I was told to wait to be called. Other matches started before mine and I got to see other fighters' matches. One extreme match happened where one of the fighters got a dildo and started to fuck her opponent doggy style while it was attached to her pussy. Yikes. It didn't take long for my name to be called into the ring.

"Tonight's main event folks is a double debut fight in a standard match. Here is the kicker though one of our debuts would be our newly acquired male fighter, Jayce Ramirez"

The announcer called out in a flourish to my name.

I walk out of the curtain, and down the ramp towards the ring. I can see many masked people seated on their tables drinking wine eager for the match. I reached the ring and climbed in. I was greeted by the referee, a sexy one at that. Wearing nothing more but a string bikini. I look at the audience. Most of them were dressed in fancy suits and dresses. I noticed though that the ratio of men and women is unequal

Why there are more women than men here

I can guess the number of women outnumber men by a 5:1 ratio. That is weird, I thought this kind of show would garner more male audiences. I wonder why?

My thoughts got cut off as the announcer called out my opponent. Well, this is it. Do or die. I prepare myself as my opponent finally comes down the ramp.

CHAPTER END