Mikhail smiled as he entered the warehouse on the edge of Moscow.  He stretched out his and shook Josef's, his 'friend'.  "Josef."
"Mikhail!  Glad you came."  Josef's hair wa
s short, his face chizzled and cruel.

"Well I heard it was going to be quiet the show."  Josef nodded.  Looking around Mikhail saw a bit over fifty people.  More would be lurking in the shadows.  Guards, organizers.  But still there was likely two or three dozen buyers waiting for the auction to start.  A couple were here as groups, others represented brothels, still others were just here to purchase something for themselves.  

"Yes Jeffry is making sure the four he brought along are being prepared accordingly.  Nice bunch, but me and my pals are saving our pockets for the pair of teen sisters from Turkey."  Mikhail felt his anger rise.  Fortunately his plan would soon be launched.  Mikhail looked around and saw three other men who were close associates of Josef.  With them was five other men and two women.  One of them walked over to Josef.
"When does the show start mate."  The man had an Australian accent Mikhail's eyebrow rose.  "Ah hello, Thomas O'Brian."

"Outback hunters?"  Mikhail said shaking his hand.  The man grinned.

"Some people call us that."  The man said still smiling, Mikhail felt his stomach tighten, that group along with Josef's were complete sadists.  Maybe he could get them both, oh he was excited.  "We're just stopping by to see if we can get any more playthings."  Mikhail nodded.  Walking along the lights were dimmed a bit.  The warehouse looked old on the outside but it was rather refurbished on the inside.  Soon a woman walked out and began to speak.

"Thank you were coming tonight, I hope you are all pleased with the outcome."  'She sounds French' Mikhail thought.  "All bids will be in dollars.  Raise your hand, once the transfer is complete your item will be brought to you in the side room to my left.  She laid out her left palm.  Mikhail nodded, everyone who was invited and accepted where given a comprehensive briefing.  "We have wide array of merchandise today.  Arab, Turk, English, Chinese, Laotian, Russian.  Juan will lead the bidding."  The woman walked backstage as a Portuguese man started to talk.

"First we have a girl that was sold to use from the middle east.  Nineteen, five feet exactly, a little over a hundred pounds.  Was captured and sold to us by our new associates in the region."  He winked as the French woman walked back out with two men leading a beautiful girl out.  She had on a bra and panties, but they were so small they barely counted.  People gathered around as the girl was lead to the center of the room.  She was short and had golden skin with hair that was darker than night.  She was lead around the room.  Some customers reached out to grope, one slapped her thigh as others threw out lewd comments.  The sight made Mikhail sick.  It was a madhouse, he had study other auctions.  America treated theirs like any other auction, but at least it was more calm.  France had bidders in individual rooms and served drinks as the girls were brought out to a center room.  This was even more barbaric.

Soon the bidding started.  "10,000, we have 10,000, 15?"  It went up and up as the girl was lead around, obviously terrified but subdue.  She had been broken by the companies trainers no doubt.  Soon she was sold for 130,000 to a man who Mikhail recognized as being a wealthy business owner.  
He wanted to mumble about how he had the guy's information but instead he muttered to Josef.  "Where's Johnson?"

"Oh he was just in town for a week."  He said, watching as a young Chinese girl was lead out.  "Ah to skinny, would be fun to break but I would get bored to fast."  Mikhail rolled his eyes.  "Not everyone can have the one you do."

"Yeah I found a good one, you try to get a knew one every year."

"They get worn out fast.  But give me credit you may find some of my hobbies distasteful,"  Mikhail wanted to slap him, "but I keep my girls alive."

"Yeah yeah."  Mikhail muttered as the girl sold for 100,000 dollars to a visiting politician from Europe.  

"Johnson off to find himself a latina at an American auction.  Russia not good enough for him."  Mikhail muttered.  Josef chuckled.

"He was actually quiet fond of our arrangements.  I do hope to attend an auction in his nation one day."  He grew silent as the man began to speak again.

"Now a very special deal.  Two teen sisters, taken from Turkey Sara and Nusrat Osman-."

"I have to talk to the men so we can figure out our bid."  Josef said before walking closer to the center of the room where his group was.

"Heights are 5 foot 5 and 5 foot 2.  Older one was actually the top of the graduating class.  Goregeous aren't they.  Weights are 128 and 110."  Mikhail watched as the two girls were brought out, bound with red ball gags in their mouths.  They had metal collars around their necks attached together with a chain.  The same show was put on, Josef joined in, he was excited by what he saw.  Looking at the two sisters Mikhail felt sadness, their one had dark brown hair, the other had raven hair.  It soon became messy as wandering hands pulled on it.  Soon the younger one had tears rolling down her cheeks, there was nothing the older one could do.  Mikhail waited wondering how much longer until the operation was launched.
"Nusrat, the younger one is a soccer player and has the body to show for it."  The woman said smiling.  "Though they both have bodies to die for."

"Yes Leslie indeed."  The man said.  "Congratulations to our recruiters and their school headmaster who helped us take them.  Clever plan, had them sent outside at night and took them right from the streets.  Bidding starts at 150,000, consider that a discount for the two lovely young pieces of merchandise."

Mikhail rolled his eyes, eventually Josef's group won out at 380,000.  "See you Mikhail, I have a couple of toys to go pick up."  He said as he walked away from the center of the room.  Mikhail crossed his arm as the man starting speaking again.
"Next from Britain was have Elaine Lowland, twenty-one, five foot seven, 130 pounds.  She worked as a landscaper until her change in profession.  Thankfully while she did work at the mansion who is an associate of us.  Was an easy catch for us."  Mikhail watched as the girl was brought out.  She looked like a nice english girl, cute, light brown hair, light hazel eyes.  Her eyes were wide and she was sold for 120,000.

Mikhail was getting impatient.  He knew the operation still wouldn't be for about another hour, but he hated watching as a girl from Egypt and Qatar were sold off to a couple of people from Europe.  Then a girl from southeast asia was sold to the head of a Moscow brothel.  Mikhail watched as a cute girl that looked Chinese was led out.

"Here's a treat."  The woman Leslie said.  "Charlene Highlander.  She was born in China but raised in the US.  She was part of a student program in Shanghai but it is so easy to get lost on those busy streets, especially when people are watching you.  She is 19, runs cross country, is around 110."  Mikhail wanted to pull his hair out as another girl was lead out.  She was gagged and her raven hair was quickly messed up.  One man in particular seemed interested.  His name was Adam Long, became rich in America somehow.  Was surprised he was in Russia, but Mikhail had researched him when he saw him with Johnson.  He kept bidding and bought the girl for 200,000 dollars.  He caught eyes with Mikhail as he turned and patted his shoulder as he walked past.

"Hurry up."  Mikhail muttered.  

"Next up also from Britain.  Reena Praati.  18, school girl from McNaugh's School for Girls.  The headmistresss there liked the money we gave her in order for us to get to her."  While the man spoke the young woman was brought out.  She was gorgeous with dark skin and silky raven hair.  The red ball gag contrasted nicely with her dark brown skin and she was shackled.  When the betting began his stomach turned when O'Brian started to bid, he closed his eyes as he bought her for 220,000.
Still he watched.  Another chinese girl was sold.  A brothel bought a pair was Russian girls.  Another turkish gal.  After around 16 girls were sold finally a security guard came running in.  He talked to the head of security right by the podium.  His eyes went wide as he talked to Leslie.

"Ladies and Gentlemen I am afraid we will have to stop our auction tonight.  We have to launch an emergency leave as the authorities are on their way."  Mikhail was surprised as there wasn't to much panic.  There were underground tunnels all over the city and they were evacuating through one.  Hopefully the girls would be left.  Josef came up to him running.

"Mikhail looks like your worries were right comrade."

"Yeah I know."  Mikhail replied dryly.  

"This is going to be tough.  We are going to have to leave the damn girls backstage but the ones already out might be smuggled out."

"Leave them Josef."  Mikhail said snarling.  "Don't get caught."

"I wont comrade."  Josef said chuckling.  "Just wished we had more time."

"You said we have connections in the police?"  Mikhail asked.

"Yes Detectives Zhursk and Molgov, and some of their subordinates."  Josef said quickly.

"I have money.  I'll stay here and slow them down."  Mikhail said as people started to move quickly to the tunnel.

"Too risky."

"No, you'll just owe me."  Mikhail said.  "Do not let me down.  I'll bribe them, and I'll get out of here."  Josef looked at him for a second and nodded.

"You manage to not get screwed and I'll get a free slave for you Mikhail."

"How about you just not talk me into coming to another one of these next time."  Mikhail said.

"I suppose.  Good luck."  Josef said before yelling off.  He explained the situation to others.  Soon the room was quiet.  Then a couple of officers came into the room.

"May I help you?"  Mikhail asked.

"Perhaps."  A well built but balding detective said.  "Detective Zhursk, this scrawny fellow is Molgov."  The skinny and younger detective to his left rolled his eyes.  "More are behind me."

"Mikhail.  I don't assume you would be welling to take a bribe."

"Of course not."  Zhursk replied.  "How much?"

"A million each."  The men grinned.  "Josef told me you would like that."

"Josef no way."

"Just missed him."

"I love it when he invites us over."  He stopped when he heard footsteps.  "Yeah you're good but they're coming I need to take you in for an interview."

"Yeah.  You can't fix the situation in the back room though."  Mikhail said.  Molgov shrugged.

"Those girls got lucky.  I doubt they know to much.  The investigators usually have them be quiet so panic doesn't ensue.  Still lucky them."  Mikhail fought not to grin.




It was four hours later when he finally got out of the police office.  He had a long report to type up.  First he contacted Josef.

"Mikhail!"  He said.  "You get out?"

"Yeah your boys were first on the scene."

"Zhursk?  Yeah he and his partner are good, figured they would be first on the scene when they heard it was going down."

"Yeah you owe me two-million dollars."

"That was the bribe!"  Josef said trying to cover his laughing with a cough.  "Christ you could get a dozen girls with that."

"Yeah I mean they should be paying me.  I could of turned them in."  Mikhail replied.

"Oh come on you wouldn't do that to me."  Josef said chuckling.

"Nah not you, just them.  Bastards need a million dollars, really!"

"Well Mikhail stop by the estate real quick.  Ill give you a gift."  Mikhail shrugged.

"I'm tired but sure."  Mikhail then drove another hour.  The estate was in Josef's family for centuries.  A large mansion part stone, part timber.  With acres of land and forest surrounding it.  It was outside the city in the wilderness and fairly remote.  Josef could do anything he wanted there.  The driveway was long and he got out and stretched.

"Mikhail!"  Josef said hugging him.  "Good work.  Had to leave about twenty girls behind, but still we got out.  Great job."  He handed him a package it was a nice wrapping.  "Bottle of Scotch and a bottle of Vodka, best quality around.  O'Brian has a gift for you follow me."  Mikhail nodded smiling as he quickly left the bottles in his car.  The hallways in the mansion were long and winding yet almost claustrophobic, but the rooms were built like a theater.  Rugs were everywhere and the mansion was warm but poorly lit.  Moving a bookshelf a door was opened and Mikhail walked down.  That led to just another room that seemed to be a library.  But moving another bookcase revealed a closet that had a rug that could be lifted revealing a door.  Punching a code in the wall the door could be lifted open.  Revealing another door with another code, his one was steel.  

"So much work."  Mikhail said shaking his head.

"Not to much.  This was originally one of my ancestor's private dungeons.  Guess we thought alike.  Just had to refurbish a bit, put in the doors and codes.  Got half a dozen slaves have to secure them somewhere.  They walked down the steps and Mikhail's stomach dropped as he heard screaming and chuckling.  Josef smirked.  Opening a door they walked into a room with plain walls.  There he saw the two turkish sisters and the indian-british girl hanging nude from the ceiling.  Their bodies were stretched with their toes barely touching the ground.  Marks covered their midsection and legs.  O'Brien chuckled as he sent a whipe across Reena's midsection.  She bit her lip, her face was streaked with dry tears.

"Please."  She whispered in a sexy british accent.  She was whipped again.  "Please master."  She whispered.  She screamed as an electric stick was pressed into her stomach making her shake.

"Almost as fun as Kira, right Josef."

"Oh indeed, charming girl."  Josef muttered.  Obrien turned to Mikhail and smiled.  

"These girls are charming.  I here you have one yourself."  Mikhail didn't reply, he tried to not focus on the trembling bodies behind him.  He picked up a paper bag and handed it to Mikhail.  "Its a lotion, helps with wounds or just makes your slave's skin silky beyond belief.  Enjoy."

"Thanks."  Mikhail muttered.  He turned to Josef.  "Well I'll be going."  He said turning and walking away.  Josef nodded.



He wanted to throw up on his way back to his penthouse.  By the time he walked in it was early morning.  Gigi came stumbling out, having just woken up.  

"Mikhail!"  She yelled out.  The gorgeous Puerto Rican girl ran up and embraced him in a large hug.  She turned and ran to the fridge her dark brown hair was flying she moved so fast.  She pulled out a paper plat with some food on it.  "I made or tried to make something my mother made.  It's cold now."  

Mikhail smiled looking at the nineteen year old girl.  "Thanks."  He said, looking at Gigi in her short gown and night panties.  "Just not hungry right now."

"How did it go?"  She asked worriedly.
Mikhail sighed.  "To plan mostly.  Place got shut down.  But the customers got away, partly by designed, but only the girls not auctioned off were saved."  He went on to explain what he saw happen at Josef's mansion.  He swore Gigi's brown skin paled a bit.  She looked at him and massaged his shoulder.

"You did good though.  You rescued a bunch of girls and got a lot of information on these bastards.  Eventually we'll bring all of them down."  She paused.  "Thank god you found me.  You have a good heart.  You've done good.  Try to eat, you were gone all night."  Mikhail nodded as Gigi walked off into the other room.  The food wasn't actually bad at all, if cold.  He tried to get his thoughts straight, he had a long report to write.  He knew now the names of many of the buyers, and was now deeper within the group.  He also could report a pair of the corrupt detectives.  No doubt they would have even more information.  

"Got to get to work."  He muttered rubbing his forehead.

"Enjoy yourself first."  Mikhail looked up and was surprised.  He had seen Gigi in lingerie before but now she leaned back on the doorway seductively.  She wore a lacy red bra and thong, her brown skin looked smooth with her dark brown hair was silky.  

"Gigi."  He said standing up.  Gigi walked over and looked up at him rolling on her bare feet.

"Come on, you have helped so many girls.  Not fair you don't get to enjoy your property.  Master."  She said flashing her pearly white teeth as she guided his hands up to her magnificent waist and hips.  

"You're not property-"

"Oh enjoy the scene.  Master."  Gigi said seductively.  "Difference is I'm roleplaying.  Because of you."  She then stood on her toes and was able to give him a soft kiss as she caressed her amazing body.  
She backed up into the room.  Looking around he saw there were restraints placed on the headboard.  Gigi sat down on the edge of the bed.  "Want to help your slave get into these master?"  She said laying onto the bed, her latin body in front of him.  Mikhail grinned as he bound her wrists and sat on her hips.  He ran his fingers down her belly.  "Masssterhaha!"

"Are you arguing slave?"  He asked.

"No master."  Gigi said blowing out air.  He tickled her belly for a few minuets.  Soon he felt great.  "You still haven't checked out all the features of your merchandise master."  Gigi said with a wink.  Mikhail grinned.

"Let me help you out of those clothes then."

His work would come soon, but he had to relax and take a nap first.