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The young woman followed tentatively behind the two muscular men, clamping down on her tongue the pain kept her mind off of how much her legs were shaking. She was grateful neither of them could see just how truly freaked out she was about all of this. Why did her boyfriend have to be so stupid and gamble with these men? Now she had to pay the consequences for his idiocy.
Her eyes flicked up to look at the men who now escorted her to her new life. The larger one wore some kind of black military uniform, he looked like one of the big buff action heroes she had seen so many times in the military action movies her boyfriend loved to watch. Probably some ex special forces dude or something like that. The slightly smaller yet still intimidating man, Mr. Jacobs, had introduced the uniformed man as Michael, the head of Mr. Jacobs private security. The dudes biceps were almost thicker than her thighs, he looked like a Greek demigod that she remembered seeing a drawing of once, big and muscular yet looked like he could outrun a freight train.
Then there was Mr. Jacobs, he was not as large as Michael but just as intimidating. Mister Jacobs black hair and defined jawline gave him that dark and brooding appearance that probably caused many young women to shiver. He was confident and held himself like a man who owned the world, who is she kidding, he practically did. Mr. Jacobs was a multi billionaire, she'd seen his face on TV multiple times, driving down into Hollywood in a bright red Ferrari, model on each arm. She vaguely remembered something about hearing he had committed a felony or something like that but he got out of the charges scott-free and nothing ever stuck. He probably paid off the judge, hell he probably owned the entire damn legal system. And now here she was, stuck in debt to this man because of her stupid ass boyfriend getting in deep with this guy's security guards.
The young woman scratched her neck, slipping my finger between her slender neck and the steel collar that now was part of her permanent appearance probably. It was going to take her a while to get used to the cold metal around her throat. At least that was the most non-intrusive part . . . "processing" as they called it. Her shoulder still hurt from the injection they gave her, she was told by the woman with the needle that it would probably hurt for quite some time, biochips had become quite the revolution, but injecting them was still quite painful.
The girl felt like she was going to jump out of her skin when mr. Jacobs booming voice caught her attention as he turned around, right at the double doors at the end of the hallway they had just come down. "Welcome Amanda! I think you will quiet like it here, I know I know," Jacobs waved his hand casually, "it all seems very intimidating at first, especially with the permanent jewelry."
'Permanent jewelry? It's a fucking collar!' Amanda thought to herself, forcing herself not to scream and try to run away, knowing the collar was some kind of shock collar or something. Jacobs voice caught her attention once more, "but I promise you, if you do what you're told and do a good job, you will be well taken care of. You've probably never had health benefits like the ones that you have now, we have a private clinic, luxurious gym and even a spa. We always want you to look your best and remain fit!" The fake flashy a smile might have charmed the cameras and CEO's, but right now it sent a shudder down Amanda's back.
"Just do your job well sweetheart and we will take care of you." With that, Mr. Jacobs pushed through the double doors, Michael waited till Amanda stepped through and took up the rear. They stood in a room the size of a gymnasium , but this was no high school gym. Clean black floor, high-rise ceilings, large glass windows and pristine White Walls, this place was immaculate. Amanda couldn't help but look around for a moment as she looked about. This looked like some kind of lobby area or common room like she had seen at her old University. In the far right corner, there was a food court area, what looked to be a buffet table filled with fruit and vegetables along with delicacies she'd never even seen before except on TV. There were several tables where one could eat. A little closer to her, there was a lounge area with white couches and cushioned lounge chairs. Off to the left was a large glass wall that started from the floor and went all the way up to the ceiling. There was a set of automated glass doors that would slide open, but that's not what got her attention.
On the other side of the glass wall, was a gym that only money could buy. She didn't understand what all the equipment was but she knew enough to know that the strongest bodybuilders in the world would probably be jealous of a gym like this. Inside not just the gym but the entire complex, there were several men, all muscular, all of them prime specimens of the male species, all of them wearing a collar similar to Amanda's. Several of them looked like they could contest with Michael, others were smaller, leaner and more athletic but just as formidable. The amount of testosterone in masculinity in the room was overwhelming, not even the normal looking people in some kind of uniformed black t-shirts and grey sweatpants could say the feeling that one had walked into a teenage girls fantasy sex dream. The people in the Black shirts and sweatpants seemed to be some kind of personal trainers or doctors of the sort. All of them carrying tablets and could be seen either coaching the athletic gods or checking their vitals.
Along the far wall, up at least thirty feet was a large observation area that protruded slightly into the facility. It was a large room that ran the length of the entire gymnasium the floor came out several feet, overhanging the room below and the floor is out protruded out was made of glass along with the long glass pane window that ran the length of the observation room and made a distinct barrier between the people below and the people above. Amanda noticed several people up there, someone's wine glasses drinking casually as they watched the men workout, others watching big screen monitors that she could barely see and appeared to be on the opposite wall inside the room. The most notable thing about that observation room however was the tall, sexy foreign woman standing in a deep purple blouse and grey dress pants. The woman was casually sipping a glass of wine, staring right at Amanda and watching her intently.
"Welcome to Ludus Magnus!" Mr Jacobs voice taught Amanda's attention and brought her Focus back to the man in front of her. "Named after one of the historical Gladiator schools in Rome, this is where the magic happens. We train our boys here, taking care of their every need, making sure they are in tip top shape. All my fighters are the best at what they do, which is making me money." Mr. Jacobs didn't even bother to look at Amanda, walking through the large room. Amanda had heard rumors of this, the rich growing bored with regular Sports such as football, boxing or other things and had heard of this, where men would fight to the death or at least sliced up pretty bad. But she always thought it was just talks of online conspiracy theorists. Mr. Jacob's went on to explain that after the groundbreaking discovery the pharmaceutical companies found on how to recreate cellular regeneration, the sport of fighting gladiators with deadly weapons and challenges made a thriving come back. Mr. Jacobs had access to this cellular regeneration program and used it to keep his men in good shape. That meant more blood, a man could receive several stab wounds, have an arm partially cut and a massive laceration down his leg which would usually put a man out of commission for a year or more, but with the cellular regeneration, the longest that they would be in recovery was three days and that was for the more brutal injuries.
Mr. Jacobs spoke about how many of his Gladiators had sponsors who owned them but kept them here for training and to make sure they were properly cared for. Even several of the Fortune 500 companies had sponsored gladiators. Jacob's lead the young woman to another set of doors, "and here's the living quarters, this is where you will do most of your work." Walking inside, there was a very wide hallway that was at least 100 feet long, it looks like it connected with another hallway at the other end. On either side, doors lined the smokey glass walls. Mr. Jacobs explained that each of his gladiators had their own room and bathroom, showing Amanda an empty one she noticed that they were actually quite exquisite and very nice, again noting the pristine cleanliness of everything.
"So my boys here are always either getting ready for a fight or cooling off from one. It is extremely crucial that they are on the top of their game when they enter a fight, these aren't scripted MMA fights. One false move and they go six feet under the ground and a lot of money in someone else's pocket, that puts a lot of tension and stress on them. I need someone to sooth them and keep them . . . satisfied." There was a smug expression in Mr. Jacob's eyes as the word oozed out of his mouth. A shiver ran through the young girl's spine, her job already sinking in. "Have you ever heard about how the Spaniards keep the fighting bulls in a state of ease? They use a calming goat. That's essentially what you will be, a calming goat." With a tightening throat, Amanda tried to swallow what was happening here to her for a few minutes as she remained still.
Opening another door, Mr. Jacobs leads the entourage up a staircase to the second floor. "And this level is where I keep my prized Fighters, Best of the Best got these boys are the most elite." Stopping, the multi millionaire entrepreneur turned on his heel and finally looked straight at Amanda. "You're going to take care of my Elite Fighter's, the Champions of Ludus Magnus, intimate needs. You are going to get them stirred up and sexually frustrated before a fight so that they full of testosterone when they enter the Arena. Whenever any of my fighters win, hard fight or something else of high standing, they get rewarded. You're going to make sure they get that reward. It's an important task to maintaining a calm environment."
Amanda's eyes widened as she looked up at Mr. Jacobs, "wh-what do y-you mean frustrate them and reward them?" she already knew what he was talking about, she wished she could melt into a puddle escape the billionaire's menacing gaze.
"You know what I damn well mean," Jacobs firm tone responded back firmly, "You're going to tease my fighters before a fight, get their blood rushing and when they get back, you will fuck them, make them feel good and let them take out their aggression on you. You will have full access to the cellular regeneration program in case you ever get hurt and lucky for you it eliminates anything hostile to the body so you won't be having to worry about STDs. A trainer will make sure that your body stays fit and pleasing in form to my men. The biochip placed inside of you earlier monitors your body at all times, but it serves another purpose. Your collar and biochip have been synchronized and the biochip by now has integrated itself into your nervous system. The joys of being rich, the toys I can get to use on whomever I please." Jacobs chuckled before growing serious, the anger that's always hidden so well making a more formal introduction onto his face. "I can cause you the most extreme pain you have ever felt your entire life without truly hurting your body. Your body will be safe, but it will feel like it's on fire. You cross me or trying to escape, you will fucking regret it. Am I understood?" Jacobs growled again, glaring at the young woman who nodded before squeaking out.
