Doing business in certain countries like Russia requires forming partnerships with crime lords and corrupt government officials.
The Russian mob crusies the deserted streets looking for beautiful young women to kidnap and auction off to the highest bidder.
Irina Antoenko is 23, an actress, model, and former beauty queen. She is, as far as she can tell, the only person outside on the street. The only vehicle on the street, a white van marked ‘Pet and Animal Catchers’, strange never seen that running through the neighborhood. The van pulls up doors open to men jump out grabbing Irina and throwing her into the van and speeds off. Looking out of the dark tinted windows, Irina has no idea where she is. They are no longer on a street or highway, instead on a dark, private road running parallel to large, deep looking, pond in front of a large stone mansion. ” I said I’d take you home.” He tells her after seeing the look of bewilderment on her face, gathering his coat as the van slowly comes to a stop in front of the mansion. ” I just didn’t tell you whose home you’d be going to.”

” What the fuck is going on?!?!?” Irina Antoenko ( 23 ) screams out to me, drowning out the sounds of the side doors of the van being closed. Remaining quiet, I take another gulp of my alcohol as I watch Irina with amusement. Her panic filled eyes flip back and forth between the long windows as the dark shadow of a person slowly making their way down the side of the window. As the doors by Irina slowly opens. My blood begins to flow as I watch the young woman’s chest jutting out, breasts heaving as she tries with feeble attempts to prevent the inevitable. With grunts, the men on either side of the door prevail, yanking the doors open at roughly the same time. The larger of the two, reaches into the van and easily pulls away Irina into his grasp. Futilely she screams, and tries to cause him pain with her knees and elbows, to no effect. His face is expressionless, as if he were a statue as he waits off to the side of the van for his Boss to exit.

Slowly I emerge from the back of the van, brushing off my lap. Smiling upon seeing my new million dollar toy struggling in my bodyguard’s arms, I slowly walk up the long, flat stone stairs to the large wooden doors. The doors open slowly by another large man. As I pass by, the man slowly bows slightly in respect, while I pay no attention to him. Setting Irina down in front of me, I pull her in tightly to me with my large hands tightly gripping her arms. If it weren’t for the fear in her mind, Irina would have been amazed by the mansion she is standing in. The large, cavernous foyer gave off the impression of magnificence, with its light colored marble floors and large limestone columns with intricate carvings at the base of each column. Its two large curving staircases flanking each side of the door with gold railings only added to the elegant impression of the room.

I stand away from the small group at the front door as I casually flip through the envelopes sitting neatly on a table off to the side, a large potted plant perched beside the them. Immediately I walk down the large foyer, making a right down one of the numerous halls. It isn’t long before I turn my attention towards my new toy. Looking upon her, I couldn’t help but be amused. Something about the fear in her gives me satisfaction. It would make it easier to bend her to my will. ” Take our new guest to my room. Then come join me outback.” I tell Nikolai in my dark voice. Nodding his understanding, the large Russian named Nikolai grasps Irina tighter in his hands before lifting her up over his shoulders. Kicking and screaming, Irina is taken against her will up the closest staircase to the second floor. Her futile screams reach no one as she’s carried down the long hallway to the large doors at the end of the ornately decorated hall. With ease Nikolai reaches with his free hand for one of the gold doorknobs, turning it as he holds down his Boss’s prize.

” Let me go!” Irina yells at the Russian as he quickly carries her over to the large elegant bed facing the door on the far side of the room. Remaining silent, Nikolai carries her over to a large bed, throwing her down onto it with ease. Before Irina could even attempt to escape from the large Russian man, his large bear claw-like hands push her chest further into the soft bed. Her screams are futile as he quickly straps her to the bed, wrists first before moving to her kicking feet. Letting out a soft smile, with his dark eyes narrowing as if he were looking at something adorable and cute, Nikolai turns away from Irina despite her cries for him to come back and release her. Grasping the tight rope tying her wrists to the bed posts, Irina peers out across into the large bedroom. As with the rest of the house, the grandeur and elegance of the room was awe-inspiring. The dark stained, ornately decorated wood paneling of the walls, along with the faint glowing of the lights in the room gave it the feeling of being from another time period, as if it had be transported from the old eighteenth century manors seen in movies or books. Lying on the soft, pillow-like bed, Irina can’t help but feel the fear and dread sink in as she looks around at the surroundings. ‘Why the fuck did I ever say yes to hanging out late today?’ She thinks to herself, letting the harsh new reality sink in.

The Russian crime lord stands alone on the expansive balcony overlooking the large garden with its neatly trimmed hedges and trees. Just beyond the hills, he can see the faint glowing of the city skyline, his city’s skyline. He was the one who controlled the city, regardless of what the other leaders of the various gangs thought. No one had the political connection or the capital to even come close to him. As long as he had any say in the matter, it would stay like that for as long as he wanted it to. He was the man in charge, except when it came to the Council. He despised the Council more than anything. Comprised of the highest ranking members of each Crime Syndicate, no one made a major move without consulting each other at their bi-monthly meetings. The cool breeze blows across his face as the sound of the door opening derails his train of thought. Waiting in the doorway I stand, pausing to be acknowledged by the crime boss. Slowly he turns to face me his new associate, a caring smile on his face.

The two men exchange welcomes in English before turning back to the limestone barrier of the balcony. The crime boss hands me a cigar, similar to the Cuban he had between his fingers. Leaning against the barrier, the two men puff away slowly on their illegal cigars as they stare out across the expansive garden, the soft rushing of water in the fountain the only sound. Finally the crime boss breaks the silence as he turns towards me. ” Tell me Brother, how is your new pet?” He asks me in English. His tone is casual, as if this were nothing new to him. I take another puff from my cigar before answering. ” A little tied up at the moment.” I tell him as he rolls the cigar between his fingers. ” She looks like she’ll be lots of fun.” The crime boss chuckles to himself at hearing the words from me. ” Young women are always fun. It’s like breaking a wild horse into a show horse. This one should be fun, unlike other sluts.”

” I’m sure the boys downstairs loved the slut.” I commented. The crime boss smiles to himself, remembering the last girl that became useless for him as she groveled at his feet for his mercy and forgiveness before being given to the men as a token of his appreciation.
Chuckling to myself, I give the crime boss another pat on the back before heading back into the mansion. My feet are heavy with fatigue as they carry me through the halls and up the long spiral staircase. Images and thoughts of what I want to do with my little new Russian Pet float into my head as I near the bedroom door, filling me with anticipation of playing with my new Slut.
As I open the two large doors to the bedroom door, I can’t help but be somewhat amused as I see her lying exposed and restrained to the bed, my bed.

Irinia remains silent as she sees me, the man that tricked her, the Man responsible for this, enter her line of sight. Terror slowly fills her as I walk closer to her with each footstep. Watching me intently, her eyes never leave me, as if she is trying to pull at the mercy in me. With futile attempt, Irinia tries again to test the tight bonds that are holding her in place. Turning away from the bed, I slowly take off my black sports jacket, neatly placing it on one of the armchairs. I turn back to face her slowly as I continue to undress, remaining silent as my hands toy with the crimson tie and shirt. Staring deeply at her, I finally speak. ” There are only three people with keys to this bedroom door when it’s locked.” I tell her as I begin to unbutton my shirt after tossing the tie into the same armchair, sitting on the edge of the bed by her feet. ” But from the inside, I’m the only person with the combination to the door.” ” Why are you doing this to me?” Irinia asks me as I untie my shoes. Intently she watches and listens to me, listening for any signs of trickery.

” I enjoy beautiful women from around the world…” I begin as I slowly strip away the long black socks off of my tired feet. ” I’m a unique businessman. I have an insatiable sexual appetite for beautiful women. I travel the world seeking beautiful women.