Baras lead his client down the concrete steps to the large basement housing the slave stock. The basement measured about forty metres long and fifteen wide, each side lined with cages and crates of varying sizes, some piled on top of each other. Above the high vaulted ceiling hung florescent lights along the length of the cellar. Originally a wine cellar, the space remained almost constantly at a crisp 16 degrees celsius most of the year.
The cages generally had one or two filthy mattresses and dog bowls and of course Baras's slave stock.
When slaves were processed they were stripped, washed and barcoded with a tattoo on the back of the neck. They'd then be given just two items of clothing, a pair of loose fitting grey jogging bottoms and a sweatshirt. This would be the only clothing they'd wear except of course if clients required a particular outfit for their assignments but in most cases the assignments would be performed stark naked.
One end of the cellar lead through to a sunken walled garden where slaves would be able to exercise, of course less pleasant in the depths of winter, barefoot and without jackets.
The smaller crates were either used to house new arrivals or for slaves undergoing punishment; typically for attempting to escape or refusal to perform one of the depraved acts required of them. It was easy to tell who was being punished as they were butt naked and often striped from the punishment whippings they received on a raised wooded stage at the centre of the room.
Baras's client, Dimitri Kolotev, was a portly man in his fifties who had made much of his money in the Russian oil industry following the collapse of communism. He was a regular customer at Baras's country estate and renown for his imagination and cruelty.
"I want an interesting centrepiece for the dining table Baras. I've always enjoyed the idea of two women chained together almost identical but one black and one white, a ying and yang if you like."
"When you say "identical" Mr Kolotev, what do you mean?" replied Baras. He had a couple of identical twins who were very popular with clients but...one black, one white?
"Same height, build; but one with as black a skin as possible, the other very white, how do you say? alabaster?" Kolotev replies somewhat irritated.
Baras now understood, it was his job to think quickly, people like Kolotov were not accustomed to explaining themselves twice. He opened his iPad and started to search. He did not have very many black girls, most of his clients preferred white or asian slaves, often because they marked more easily during a beating. So, he started by searching on ethnic origin and from a list of several possibilities settled on a seventeen year old recent arrival from Nigeria. Just five foot four with beautiful dark chocolate skin and small pert breasts. He then entered the girls height, weight and breast size into his search along with a specification in skin colour and ethnicity. The search returned an eighteen year old redhead from Ireland who had been in his possession for almost ten months. Her status showed she would not be available for assignments for another couple of days. She had been severely whipped and gang banged only a week earlier and was being given time to recover. Baras knew the importance of keeping his assets in good condition and it wouldn't do to overwork them.
Before meeting Kolotov he'd needed to visit the infirmary where a poor girl was recovering from a particularly severe attack from an inexperienced and over enthusiastic client who'd booked a "schoolgirl discipline" session in the "classroom". The girl, still in pigtails and knee high socks had suffered two broken ribs when his client decided to use the large wooden paddle not only on her arse but pretty much every other part of her body to. He'd finished the ordeal by tearing the unfortunate victim's sphincter whilst trying to force a chalkboard rubber up her arse. Baras would have the difficult task of calling the man later, a very well connected English politician, that he was no longer welcome. The rainbow of bruising on the girl's skin would heal but causing permanent damage to the slaves was strictly forbidden.
After looking up the cage references, Kolotov was lead along the cellar to the cage holding the white girl.
"This is slave J402 Mr Kolotov, one of the palest skinned girls in my stock."
