The Unseen Ones

THE UNSEEN ONES

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

The latest saga in my Malibu Barbie series, currently numbering over sixty chapters. All of them written over the last five years of my life. My protagonists are often more Buffy style than victims. Someone dies horribly in this story though.

This is a work of total fiction, far removed from any reality, in any way, shape or form. Anyone contemplating carrying out any of the acts written about in here will indubitably receive the same reward he did in the here-after.

A Dark Man in a Dark suit

The adult male in the Versace suit gazed out of the windows of his penthouse overlooking the lush river valley below. Quite literally a tall dark man in a dark suit. A hansom charismatic man of middle age and indeterminate racial origins with a ready smile. Always willing to shake your hand and who remembered your name, making you feel as if your efforts on his behalf actually meant something to him.

Far below, terraced fields covered every square inch of fertile ground of the river valleys mouth. They ran from along the edges of the river coursing through it to where it flowed into the sea. Even reaching terraced giant step by terraced step as far up the mountain slopes, as they were sustainable. The local inhabitants, a friendly hardworking people. Who welcomed strangers into their homes to share their plain food.

A sneer of contempt crossed his normally benign appearing continence. Had not his master promised the entire planet would be his plaything once he was returned from the obis?

And he would treat it just as he had that spy his men caught snooping around one of his warehouses in nearby Singapore. He had been indulging in his favorite recreational pastime, abusing a young females body ever since and had just spent an enjoyable morning with her.

Unfortunately for her, she did not find it so.

"I will bet she is wondering why I am not asking questions about her fellows or why she was snooping around my warehouse." He thought to himself. "But the funding and supplying of explosives to religious fanatics was only a smoke screen to hide his real intentions.

He turned away from contemplating the past and walked across the lavishly appointed expanse of his living room to the wall that separated if from the formal dining room beyond.

This wall had been stripped of its original silken wallpaper surface and then covered with a coat of fine plaster, then sanded smooth. It now displayed what many supposed was the illustration of improbably numerous orbital tracks of planets around its star.

What the wall encompassing drawing actually portrayed was the interconnected web of people who had committed themselves to his cause.

The curving orbital paths showed how each person, whose name; profession and habitation were written in a circle on an orbital path in what you might suppose was a planetary sphere.

Multiple spheres occupying the same orbital path indicated they were connected to someone else with the same skill set in his organization.

Were one orbital path crossed another through a sphere. That indicated the person described in that sphere. Was the one who passed information and more importantly, his instructions, to that particular group of people occupying the other orbital path.

Many owed their current level of power or influence to the machinations of other members in the cabal acting under his direction.

As far as any of them knew, the organizations purpose was to achieve supremacy in their field of expertise in order the cabal as a whole achieve world domination without any outsider realizing it.

He had written each of their names, whereabouts, and duties in the small circle that one might think represented a planet. He used UR Sanskrit. The script he kept all the information detailing the operations carried out by the members of his organization with.

The language his master had assured him, no one else alive on this planet would be able to decipher.

The sound of an incoming cell phone call broke his reverie. Again a sneer grew on is face a he listened to the information being relayed.

"Inform my acolytes I am on my way down to instruct them on their duties during the final ritual of release." He informed the caller.

He took one last glance at his organizational chart to refresh his memory of whom as aligned with whom.

Each of them had been required to deliver a young virgin female relative as surety. At the stroke of midnight heralding the winter solace, each of those little virgins would be sacrificed inside an appropriately designed pentagram. Their still beating hearts would provide the tiny spark that all together would release his master from eternal prison.

"It had been a long hard struggle to even get this close to this goal and I am going to savoring every single moment of it." He said to himself as be walked towards the penthouse entrance.

"His latest plaything would occupy his hours until it was time for the sacrifices to begin. Her heart would not be added as he had raped her tight little sex numerous times already during his last few pleasurable visits with her.

And planed to end their relationship by replacing his member with white hot poker as he had done all the other girls he had entertained in there. Just before he left o begin the sacrifices that would free his master.

"But enough time fretting over your personal relationships." He said to himself.

"Attend." He barked.

Out from his bedroom charged two huge black haired mastiffs to end up head down, tails tucked beneath them in supplication at his feet.

He had raised these two purebred mastiffs from newly weaned pups. Trained them to tear apart anything that came into his living quarters without his verbal permission. There was a pass card and code access security system guarding the entrance to his penthouse while the windows had electronic protection. But this pair of guard’s loyalties was beyond question.

"Guard." He instructed and walked out the penthouse and into the waiting dedicated penthouse suite elevator, on his way to instruct his minions on how to perform the final acts to ensure this world was delivered into his hands.

"Some Vacation"

A few minutes after his departure, The very same elevator doors opened and two housekeeping carts rolled out by them selves, or appeared to. As the two young girls pushing each of them were so small in stature, only their heads, enshrouded by a white lace scarf except for their eyes showed over the ends of the carts.

Another two followed, an obviously older and taller girl out last The six smaller girls were all barefoot and dressed in simple white hooded bhurka.

The elder girl was resplendent in a red silk Asian cut outfit. It hugged her firm young body as if a jealous lover covering her from high stiff collar to knee over white silk pants. Her top was embroidered with a dragon in gold thread. The dragons head nestling across her thirty six breasts as its tail wound around her twenty six waist ending up caressing her thirty six hips.

But she too wore a white silk lace scarf wrapped around her head as the rest of the girls. Leaving only her blue eyes exposed.

"This is not the sort of vacation I had envisioned when your uncle said he was talking us to this ultra exclusive resort." The very obviously older, taller and extremely beautiful girl remarked pointing downwards to the hobble chains running from wide leather cuffs locked onto each girls ankles, including hers.

"You had no problem asserting your leadership and assigning jobs to the rest of us." A smaller and younger girl with deep blue eyes remarked.

"It was obvious to everyone I have the natural ability to organize and lead." She replied as they reached the entrance of the roof spanning penthouse. "After all I have had experience at leadership."

"And here we thought you had moved to the front of the dinning room in order we could all see what we would look like when we grew up." Her companion pushing the cart added.

"Cheeky twit." Was all she received in reply.

They had learned whoever was leading this secret organization, that had brought over a thousand of the most powerful and influential people together in this isolated resort, occupied the most exclusive rooftop penthouse.

"The fact you are bigger and stronger than anyone of us had nothing to do with it then" One of the smaller and younger appearing girls accompanying her replied.

"Do you wish to usurp my leadership role Cindy?" Their self appointed leader inquired.

"I have learned it is best to work from behind the scenes Becky Sue dear." Cindy quietly replied.

Becky missed one of the two girls pushing the other heavily laden carts, Pet's head nodding in agreement to Cindy’s pretence for leading from within instead of from the front.

"And you Barbie?" Becky inquired. "You have been uncharacteristically quiet ever since we were turned over to your uncle three days go, as his Christmas present."

"Adrian was always the dark one of the twins in both appearance and character." An adult female voice informed them out of Barbie’s mouth. "I was very careful to never let myself be caught alone with him."

"His skill with numbers equaled mine with elements." An adult male voice replied to the adult female. This one too astounding her soul mates. "Apparently Adrian has slipped completely under the influence of this sinister cult."

Becky and Cindy starred at Barbie. Had the personalities and lifelong memories her parents implanted into the enhanced brain of her mothers clone finally taken over their best friend. Or had listening to them chatting away to each other and commenting on everything they saw through her eyes every waking moment, finally driven her insane?

"Is she possessed by a Demon?" A dusky skinned girl who had been pushing the first cart with the equally diminutive white skinned girl known as Pet, inquired.

"Barbie’s demons are the personalities and lifelong experiences of her parents. They transferred them into her biologically enhanced brain just before they were killed in a plane crash." Her lighter skinned companion informed her.

"I'm OK." Barbie assured her companions in her own voice this time. "I just allowed them to use my mouth to inform you of their opinion of my uncle."

Cindy gripped Barbie on each shoulder and peered cautiously into her light blue eyes.

"They have not taken control of their creation?" Cindy her soul mate in all things inquired.

Cindy herself was a creation of the Earth Mother and one of her lycanthropic bodyguards.

"They do not have the ability to control this body unless I allow it." Barbie assured her companions. "They love me far too much, and know they have already nearly driven me insane before I learned how to shut them out of my consciousness while awake."

"What a horrible situation to have to live under for all eternity." Exclaimed the red hared one. Under her lace silk head wrappings she had a white blaze running through her fire red hair from between her eyes all the way down to where it ended in the middle of her back.

"Similar to the situation I am facing." Stated the raven hared Native American girl pushing the housekeeping cart along with her. She too had an identical white blaze through her raven black hair. A wry smile on her face at the shocked reaction of her companion to her revelation.

" I was unaware you viewed our relationship in that light." The obviously distressed at this revelation by the one she doted on, redhead softly replied.

"Do not fret my love, you and I will be together for all time." The darker of the two replied moving her hand along their carts push bar and intertwining her dusky hand with her charges light skinned one.

"You and I came forth at the same time from Earth Mothers womb." Nuage thought to herself. "One dark destroyer and one light destroyer. Though mother has instructed me to be your guardian. Less in your anger you destroy her entire world."

The red heads face broke into a smile and then mouthed a kiss to the only one in the entire world she cared what they thought of her.

"Enough banter about the crosses some of us must bear." The statuesque older beauty informed her six companions as her eyes swept over her own diminutive charges, Barbie and Cindy. They return her stern gaze with their usual "Who Us?" innocent blinking wide eyes look.

"We are here to discover why a thousand of the worlds most behind the scenes influential people are gathered in one place at one time."

Becky walked up to the penthouse door and swiped the key card hanging from a gold chain around her neck through its security scanner with a smile on her face. Becky Sue’s body may be the epitome of the American cheerleader ideal. But her brilliant mind had been trained under Sister Monett’s switch to be a leader who organized others and got things done.

"Organized Little Girl Chaos"

The Hotel manager was so elated to see how Becky had stepped up to organize his ballroom full of disparaging girls that had been dumped on him. Into a functioning housekeeping staff He had given her his master pass card that opened every door in the entire complex without thinking about it.

The heavily armed security detachment sent ahead by the man who had acquired the hotel from the original owners. Rounded up all his existing staff and guests in the dining room right after they had arrived.

Everyone that they had deemed unnecessary was then unceremonious hustled into the hotel helicopters, which were the only transportation between the Singapore airport and this hotel, perched on a cliff edge and whisked away.

That only left him a skeleton staff and his stationary engineer to accommodate over the one thousand guests who had arrived over the next few days.

Becky had first identified girls who spoke English as well as their native tong. Then used those girls to sort out the rest into grouping by language.

That way Becky had to only give them instructions and they passed them on to the girls in their groups. All who could at least speak the same language.

Females being seen and used as free labor chattels, good for not much else. Was a very common concept in many parts of the world. Therefore most of the girls had worked around the house and could make a bed or clean up after males.

Many were really good workers. But after his guards thrashed the first few girls who had not cleaned the rooms assigned to them very well. Becky had no need too.

Organizing the ones assigned to kitchen duties was a breeze for Barbie and Cindy. Two girls, who along with their minder and senior student Becky Sue, had been doing just that at their school for the last two years. Under the culinary departments harsh mistress Sister Monette. Who made his guards treatment seem rather bini in comparison, to them anyway.

"We have no more than forty five minutes to get back to the kitchens. " Barbie reminded her. "Or my dinner will be ruined."

"One of your spoiled meals is far tastier than most other chefs carefully prepared ones." Becky replied. "And it was very fascinating to listen to your descriptions of the culinary flaws of the resident head chef until he fled in shame."

"He was really not very good." Barbie tried to explain." His Bak Kut Teh, or Chinese herbal soup containing pork ribs with rice as a side dish was tasteless for a starters."

"I liked it." Becky replied.

"Your taste buds have been destroyed by American junk food." Barbie replied. "That is why Sister Monette placed you in charge of the girls preparing the raw ingredients and moving the finished product, not cooking the food."

"Comparing anyone else to you is like comparing apples to oranges." Becky Sue replied.

It was very obvious from Barbie’s face. She was not sure Becky’s words had been a positive or negative comment.

"But we will be out of here in under thirty." Becky soothingly added.

There was no question Barbie’s culinary skills were of the highest quality as was the food prepared under her direction. But how she knew to prepare them so well and even speak the local language as if a native. No matter what country she found herself in, was even a puzzle to her.

That it may be due to that intricate bronze medallion hanging from an equally fine bronze chain around her neck. That had been given to her last year in Saudi Arabia by that strange old woman, did not occur to her or anyone else.

"Pet, you and your partner set to cleaning up the living rooms and dinning rooms while we see to the bedrooms."

" Flame and Nuage clean the bathrooms."

Becky Sue instructed her charges, then adding.

"Report to me if you discover anything significant."

It was obvious from their expressions, Flame and Nuage were not happy they had drawn the bathroom again. And were very aware, complaining would only ensure a more odious task next time. So they just pushed their cleaning cart to the bathroom door and stood amazed and crestfallen at its expanse.

But Flame took the opportunity to plant a kiss on Nuage’s pouting lips which turned into a smile Then the two grabbed cleaning sprays and clothes setting to work. As long as they were together, things would workout.

The dark hared girl known only as "the Silent One" for her habit of very rarely talking, pushed their housekeeping cart into the middle of the expansive living room, arming herself with duster and polishing cloth. Her partner in all things, Pet plugged the hose of their carts hover head unit into the built in hover outlet then began removing the cushions of the two sofas and started cleaning them.

They all had all learned the hard way under the ever present switch of their schools head of housekeeping how to clean speedily and efficiently.

Sister A, their schools headmistress found no reason to employ a large housecleaning or culinary staff with all the students she had in the building.

Just because they were being trained to be pampered rich mans pets did not mean they would be so treated while they were under her thumb for three years.

Surprises All Round

Their vacuum cleaner concealed any noise from the two killer attack dogs as they stalked their latest prey.

The voices of young female had alerted them to unsanctioned trespassers in their masters private domain. They had been sunning themselves just inside the sliding glass doors that lead from the far end games room to the rooftop pool area beyond.

These dogs had been carefully trained to silently track down and kill anyone who dared trespass in his private domain.

The dogs followed the sound of the vacuum towards the living room and split up in the dining room beyond in order to approach their kill from either direction, cutting off any chance of its escape. Either dog weighed more than the combined weight of the diminutive targets they observed ahead of them. And knew from numerous times before, they would have no trouble tearing these interlopers to shreds.

Both dogs arrived in position, spotted each other and silently charged home.

The silent one whirled as the dog that had targeted her for a grisly painful death rushed towards her, great fangs bard, ready to bite, claws of its forepaws prepared to knock her down.

She raised her hands, pointing to each in the blink of an eye. Both dogs immediately froze in mid leap, tumbling down to land whimpering, tails tucked underneath, ears flat against their heads.

Their simple minds terrified by the reality of the dark forbidding apparition that had replaced the white clad little girl they had first attacked.

"Do not end their existences Death Angel." Pet admonished her without even glancing at the dogs now whimpering at their feet.

"My charge has been revealed to you?" Her guardian inquired as she lowered her hands with their long thin fingers, to her sides.

"I know you have been tasked with the right to end the existence of anything that threatens mine, but these two were only doing as they were raised and trained to by their dark master."

"And that your are also burdened with precognition concerning the time and place of their death. Of everyone you come into physical contact with. " Pet replied, a great sadness in her voice. "Along with the knowledge it has driven many who carried that burden before into madness and the hand of the dark enemy."

"I know His love added to yours will support and guide me through all eternity and keep me as safe as I will keep you." The normally silent one replied."

Pet leaned forward, and as she took the hands that now had the power to end all life into hers.

"I love you." Pet whispered as she kissed her companion the newly sanctified angle of death on her dark red lips.

"I love you, mistress." The silent one whispered back.

If you two do not knock it off and get back to work I will thrash your backsides myself." Becky Sue threatened as she walked out of a bedroom with an armload of dirty laundry" And you can add cleaning out those two dogs lying at your feet cages for getting caught goofing off!"

"We hear and obey mistress." Pet replied smiling at her partner.

"She really is just like Sister A." The silent one whispered.

"And I have as good hearing as she has." Becky Sue replied as she made a second trip to the dirty laundry cart. "You better have that living room done by the time we have the bedrooms done if you do not what to discover if I am as adept with a switch."

"We can testify to that." Barbie added as she pushed the linens cart to the doorway of the next bedroom.

"Dose the elder one really treat her two smaller charges unduly harshly?" The dark one asked the lighter one responsible for her training.

"Often far less than those two miscreants deserve." The one tasked with correcting hers replied.

"You could switch my backside anytime you believe I require it mistress." The dark one whispered.

"You would only see it as welcome martyrdom as you did while we were under Sister Monette’s thumb." Came the expected reply. "And appeared to be enjoying it far too much."

"Not as much as I enjoyed your attentions afterward." The dark one whispered as she planted a kiss full on the light ones surprised, but as eager lips.

"OOOOWWWW!!!!!!" Was the next sound out if both girls’ lips as Becky Sue set about them with a switch.

"Save that for the few minutes rest I will allow you after you washout all the pots and pans in the scullery." The leader informed them. "And don't forget to check the space between the sofa and the wall." She added as she walked off.

"If you kiss my marks from her switch to sooth the pain, I will kiss yours." The darker of the two said as she walked around the end of the sofa closest to her.

"You are incorrigible." Pet replied.

"That is why I was placed under your tutelage." The silent one said to herself as she set about her assigned tasks.

As Pet labored to hover the strip of carpet exposed between the odd piece of artwork and the sofa. She noted the sofa was pined to the floor in order it not be pushed into the painting and a large wooden compass lying on a mahogany box.

Her pupil and guardian was standing at the centre of the piece of art and looking up at it instead of dusting the top of the sofa.

"You had better get back to work cleaning before Becky returns." She suggested.

"How long has this structure existed?" Her charge inquired. Obviously she had already forgotten the sting of her latest chastisement.

"It is less than ten years since it was constructed over the ruins of a burnt out lamasery, according to the manager." Pet replied.

"Then how is it the information on this circle and the curving circular line indicating its orbit still be damp?" The darker of the two asked.

Pet bent down and picked up the finely crafted large wooden compass and tested the ink pen at one end.

"You are correct." She replied showing her great surprise at this revelation by her fellow.

Her companion bent down and picked up the inlaid box and flipped it open.

"This box holds another ink pen and ink for both." She noted.

"You slackers had better have a very good reason for both not finishing your assigned duties and getting your fingerprints all over something you should not have touched in the first place." Becky Sue informed them as she walked towards them.

"Fingerprints? First off we do not have any." Pet informed her as she held out her right hand fingers curled upwards for her inspection.

"And secondly, my partner has discovered some puzzling irregularities about the markings that make up the object on the wall behind the sofa."

Becky Sue ignored the proffered delicate hand of the younger and smaller girl to look up at the wall decoration. "I thought it was a piece of modern art or something." She said.

"Its not a copy of one of those conspiracy art pieces by the American artist Mark Lombardi?” Cindy remarked as the other two joined them inspecting the piece.

"Maybe the one occupying the rooms is just making one of his own versions." Pet replied.

"If he is, why he is using UR Sanskrit to write on it? A language that virtually no one else still living in the world but Sister A and I can read." Barbie added as she joined them staring up at the wall.

"Do tell them how you came to be an expert in that long dead language, Barbie dear" Her soul mate, with a smile on her face, urged.

"Sister A herself taught it to me after I complained no one could make any sense out of all those boxes full of clay tablets she has." Barbie replied.

"And I discovered they contained fascinating knowledge on many subjects I was interested in."

"She means beside new recipes, trade, governmental records and battle reports from army commanders. She found quite a few of them contained erotic stories and poems." Cindy informed them, and saw Barbie blush at her revelation.

"You can read what is written in each circle then?" Becky asked her charge. That Barbie was as expert on sexual variations as she was at cooking was no surprise to her.

"They are just names, where the live and job descriptions." Barbie replied.

"For instance this one is my uncle Adrian and shows where he lives and the information he is head of a very large investment firm." She told them as she pointed to one sphere.

"If the lines indicate who he interacts with, one of them is that man who overseen the day to day operations of your German based financial empire Deutsche Bank Cindy." She added

"Jean Pierr Raffarin knows your Uncle Adrian?" Cindy questioned. "Maybe it is a good thing it takes my access codes to make any significant commitment of my resources." She added, but a worried look came to her usually noncommittal appearing face.

"You control Deutsche Bank's 845 billion in assets?" Pet remarked. "No wonder you had no problem funding the European operations of our Sisterhood."

"And here I thought I was the rich one with assets worth 800 billion." Barbie noted.

"Explain to me again how you two ended up in our school with the rest of us paupers." Becky Sue inquired.

"When this job is done we can sit down and discuss any irrelevant topics you wish." Pet pleaded. "Lets get back to the business a hand."

"Here is James Margolin, the man who was my fathers chief assistant and now oversees the biological research division. " Barbie continued as she scanned the organizational chart. They had been down this road with Becky many times. "Most of his associates, according to this organizational chart are also heads of pharmaceutical or biological firms."

"But most troubling for us is this one." She added. Indicating another planetary globe on a totally separate orbital path.

"What is significant about that particular name?" Becky inquired.

"Victoria De Zen is the head of security for the entire school network." Barbie replied with a worried look on her face. "She has an encyclopedic memory and would recognize all of us in an instant."

"We are graduates and were brought here by your uncle." Cindy replied.

"But the rest of us who slipped in to the throng of loyalty sureties at the airport should all still be attending classes in Singapore for a month as exchange students between the Geneva school and the Oriental one." Pet informed them. "And she will know that if she spots one of us."

"No one even looks at us as we file by pushing our housecleaning carts, carries their bags or serves them in the dining room." The usual silent one noted. "We are the unseen ones in these identical bhurka and silken lace head wrappings."

"You are correct, except for the one in red here." Barbie replied. Her right thumb pointing back over her shoulder at Becky Sue. Who's face sported a wry smile in reply. You had to be blind not appreciate her perfectly proportioned body, ably displayed by her form caressing silk oriental cut outfit. "Even my uncle has ignored me since we have arrived. And I have been on my knees servicing him almost constantly since I was returned to him at Christmas."

"Then what have they been doing all day?" Cindy asked.

"Planning what they will do with the inhabitants of this planet when it is given to them in payment for the foul deed they must do to earn it." Pet replied.

"And what would that be?" Becky inquired of the angelic appearing blond hared blue eyed Pet.

"Cut the still beating heart out of the virgin female member of their close family they were required to bring with them as their surety to this meeting. And add it to the unholy sacrificial flames." The normally silent one replied to her now shocked audience." Or that is his plan to unleash his dark master."

Everyone jumped up and began talking at once. Barbie showing uncharacteristic public affection for Cindy, holding her soul mate in a protective stance.

Cindy was the virgin her uncle had brought along as his surety bond.

Though anyone attempting to sacrifice lycanthrope Cindy was in for a very fatal surprise.

Then Becky Sue was reminding them to stop congratulating themselves and get back to cleaning up the penthouse. If the cabals leader returned and caught them in his living quarters. They would be lucky if all they earned was a flogging for being found in here.

Suddenly everything else was forgotten as an angry scream from the direction of where she had sent Nuage and Flame had everyone racing into the suites washroom.

Through the sky blue tiles of the expansive washroom they dashed. Past the steps leading down into a whirlpool bath big enough to hold all of them and finally through the door on the other side.

Flame and Nuage were standing just inside a bare cast concrete room twenty feet square that had been outfitted as a torture chamber.

Its latest victim, a local girl from her skin and face was hanging unconscious, spread eagle on an X shaped wooden rack that was itself leaning up against the far wall. Bound to it was a little preteen girl, maybe eight or at most ten years old, her tiny wrists and ankles secured to it by leather cuffs. Her body stretched out from it by a horizontal wooden post pressing at the small of her back just above her firm bum cheeks. It was driven outwards against her by a threaded iron rod protruding out front where the two hewn beams crossed with an iron wheel at its base as a motivator.

Cover every inch of her dusky skin from her neck down including the back of her hands was covered by extremely elaborate tattoos. A legged and winged golden dragon formed the main part of the artwork. Its head covered her relatively flat chest, with its scaly form wound around her body.All around it were other mythical oriental creatures and scenery.

It must have taken many agonizing sessions over long pain filled years to complete this masterpiece. But now someone else was bringing her thin little female body even more pain.

The wooden grips of heated irons protruded from a gas fired stand of hot coals. A metal table was littered with pinchers, pliers and sharp ended clamps for attaching weights to her most tender points. A tray holding dildo's and other object to shove into her orifices was on a nearby stand. Assorted whips and floggers hung from a metal rack mounted along one wall.

From the condition of her sweat streaked body. He had been using many of them on her for few days at least

"Is she still alive?" Barbie asked.

"Help me get her off that thing." Nuage pleaded as she stepped towards it.

"Leave her." Becky Sue ordered. "If we release her. He will know someone was in here."

"Try and stop us." Nuage and Flame replied as they positioned themselves at the poor little girls ankles. The ends of each girls hair had begun to dance as it did when they summoned their powers over extreme heat and cold.

"Becky is right we cannot release her or everything we have worked so hard for and even some of our sisterhood have died for. Will all have been for nothing."

"She will survive." The normally silent one informed them as she reached out a thin hand and her long fingers brushed the poor little girls toes." It will not be her time for many ears."

"We formed our association to put a stop to this happening to other little girls." Cindy reminded them. "I know full well the horror of being tortured and it pains me to even contemplate what more he obviously plans to do to her. If we leave her in this room of horrors."

"My uncle tortured this body for his research over the four years it took to write his thesis on the inquisition." Becky informed them. "So I am very aware of what horrors we are abandoning her too."

"This is where Lora was tortured to death." Pet informed them as she lifted the remains of torn dresses and other pieces of little girl attire out of a pile littering the corner behind the entrance door.

"Obviously she was not the only one of our missing operatives who ended up her."

Nuage and Flame stood crestfallen on either side of the cross looking up at the unconscious form spread on it.

"Promise me she will survive this and we will leave her here." Flame informed the others. "But do not ever again try to prevent us from rescuing anyone else from a similar situation."

Both girls’ hair gradually settled back in to its usual place to hang down their backs. Ones powers could be neutralized by the application of the others. But combined, the rest knew there was nothing anyone could do to stop them.

"I will make sure she ends up in our school." Barbie informed them as they reluctantly shuffled out, tears running down each and everyone of their faces. Cindy catching an instant of hard cold anger flashing across her soul mate Barbie’s face.

"How did you even get in there in the first place?" Becky asked as she closed the soundproofed concealed door and reset its elaborate lock.

"When my master left me in a Paris France back alley and ordered me to survive there for six months. I picked up quite a few skills I would not have if left to fend for myself around the hidden pueblo I grew up in." Nuage informed them.

"Such as?" Becky inquired.

"Lock picking and restaurant dumpster diving for one." Nuage replied, red faced. "As well as learning Parisian French and Faraci from the restaurants owners" She added. " I was allowed to stay with them for the rest of the year as a reward for successfully surviving outback of it for the first half."

"And here I thought I was the one who knew all the tricks only naughty little girls learnt." Flame noted with a wry smile on her face.

"I will require punishment for my transgressions mistress." The silent one begged of her partner as they cleaned the dinning room carpet a few minutes later.

"How so my charge" Pet inquired.

"I lied to our fellows about the life expectancy of that girl in the torture chamber." Her charge whispered. "When I touched her, I saw he will torture her to death for his sadistic pleasure after dinner the night he plans to sacrifice us all."

"That you could even lie is a revelation in it self." Pet replied. "And that we have left her to die is something we will both have to answer for."

Conspiracies Inside Conspiracies

"What can we do to prevent the onrushing darkness." Becky Sue inquired. It was a rhetorical question she used in order to get the conversation rolling.

"Were did you go Barbie after dinner was served?" She inquired as Barbie slipped in the door.

"Just making sure everything will be ok for tomorrow." She replied and scooted underneath her outstretched arm over to the cot Cindy was already sitting on. Cindy gave her a puzzled glance, but Barbie just gave her a little shrug in reply.

Becky, Pet, her partner, Cindy and Barbie were now all sitting on their foldout cots in a small storage room.

There was an entire floor of them in the basement of the hotel and all the girls were kept there when not on duty. Guards posted at the top of the stairs made sure no one left unless called for.

Except for Barbie, Cindy and Becky Sue, that is, as usual. His guards soon learned who was now in charge of the kitchen and who got things done around the hotel.

"Barbie could feed them a more deadly version of the meal she fed those Arabs last year." Cindy suggested as she unwrapped her Ketupst.

Ketupst was a local workers meal composed of rice wrapped up in coconut leaves and then boiled for four to six hours. That was all they were given to eat, but since Barbie had instructed those preparing them, theirs included vegetables that added flavor.

Actually one of the girls was from Singapore and inquired how Barbie even knew how to prepare or flavor them. Barbie had just shrugged her shoulders in reply.

Ever since that Arabic crone had slipped the mysterious bronze amulet hanging on its intricate chain over Barbie’s head last year in Saudi Arabia. Barbie had instantly known how to prepare the foods of any country was in and speak the language, both as if she had been born there.

"I will not kill my uncle just for being stupid enough to get dragged into this mess." Barbie replied. "He may be a bastard, but outside of his sexual preference for abusing little girls, he is just a man who is good with numbers."

"Meaning she would rather have her revenge on him for his years of abuse served up every day as she savors the sight of him growing old and finally die right in front of her." Cindy noted. "In case anyone thought she had grown soft or anything remotely approaching' it."

"Besides, he uses the daughter of the hotel manager as a food taster." Barbie added. Ignoring Cindy's revelation of her plans for her abusive uncle.

"Flame could destroy them all in a mater of minutes." Becky suggested.

"She is exceedingly dangerous to anyone near her." Pet noted. "I prefer staying as far away from her as possible."

"But if her power is unleashed inside the relatively confined space of the hotel banquet room. It is quite possible all those innocent hostages might be harmed in the subsequent conflagration." She added. "Including us."

"Last fall, while those kidnappers were transporting us in full pony girl harnesses, hands cuffed behind our backs, feet hobbled. And a chain noose around our necks that was attached to the trucks roof over our heads in the back of their truck. Nuage lost her footing and almost strangled to death right in front of her."

"What would she have done if Nuage had died right before her eyes?" Cindy inquired. They all had heard stories of Flames ability to create fire.

"Nuage told me later on that if provoked by her death. Flame is quite capable of creating a nuclear Holocaust from horizon to horizon if she lets her power run wild."

"Her loyalty in this instance is questionable anyway." Pet noted. "It is not only our present companions that include those among our schoolmates who’s first loyalty is to others."

"I for one would not wish to be the one required to keep her in check." Becky Sue added. "My own charges are problem enough."

Barbie and Cindy just gave her one of those wide eyed "Who Us?" looks, as usual, in return.

"Nuage was created to be her exact opposite twin and in her own way is as equally dangerous. It was Flame who kept her freezing power in check while they were both getting their nipples pierced for pony girl control rings last fall." Cindy informed them. "One is virtually uncontrollable if provoked without the other one around."

"So both of them are out of the running as far as disposing of the cabal's leader, then." Becky Sue inquired.

"I will confront him in front of them all right after the evening meal in two days." The silent one softly informed her shocked fellows.

"You are not a malevolent Devi in human form as Flame or Nuage are." Becky Sue observed. "Even I would have a better chance of killing him myself than little scrawny you."

"My people were created to protect Earth Mother from those who would do her harm and have disposed of many who deserved it." Cindy informed them. "I will kill him."

"As we have observed." Pet injected. "All of us are not as we first appear."

"But in this case my charge and bodyguard is quite adequate for the task."

"You have no right to allow her even try." Becky Sue told her in a firm tone. "It would be tantamount to sending her to her death."

"Bringing death to those who deserve it, is what she was created for." Pet informed them.

But she could see that without revealing their true form, which they were forbidden to do. No one would believe her thin dusky skinned companion was capable of killing a fly, never mind an adult human.

Becky Sue walked over to where the angelic appearing Pet sat on a foldout cot holding her dark companions hand. “I will not let you just stand by while his guards shoot her down as if she was a rabid dog for even daring to approach him unbidden."

Pet stood, and her companion joined her. Each girl barely came up to the older appearing and larger girls thirty six inch breasts.

"I would never order anyone to do anything I would not gladly do myself," She replied, looking up into the senior girls face. "Nothing will be done without the entire groups acquiescence."

"You are withdrawing permission for me to carry out my part of your plan?" The normally silent one whispered as Becky returned to her cot.

"No just making sure none of our companions needlessly sacrifices their lives. Before you destroy him in front of everyone at the banquet proceeding his planned sacrifice." Pet whispered back.

Pain or Pleasure?

The next two days were as full of hard work as the first two had been. The little untrained girls were expected to clean all the guest rooms, hallways and dining area. As well as serve them meals and clean up afterwards.

His ever present guards were quick to grab a girl who they felt was not doing her job fast or well enough. Dragging her away down to the sub basement were they were kept for a hard switching on their bodies. They hung them up by their wrist from ropes thrown over the red painted sprinkler pipe that ran down the middle of the storage floors hallways.

There was always at lest three sobbing little girls left hanging there after the guards were through with them in every hallway.

He would not allow his men to strip of their cotton Islamic outfit. But since they were all nude underneath it did not matter that much, anyway.

Often a guard would enter the area just to molest girls already hanging there. His course hands roaming freely over their sweating, trembling, helpless to prevent him, little girls body.

Smirking at the terrified look on the little girls face as she realized, probable first time in her short life. She was powerless to stop this adult male or any other adult male for that matter. From doing whatever he felt like to her young virgin female body.

But taking her virginity, the thing that brought the terror of it obviously just about to happen. To the frantic minds of all those little girls hanging by their wrists in front of an adult male.

That was the one thing, he had warned his men, they could not do to these little girls.

But his men forcing them to provide oral sex on demand was of no concern to him. Especially if they had to flog them first. Or even after if their performance of an act they had never even heard of before, was not done well enough.

Pet was beginning to worry about her charge when she went looking for her after their dally chores were done and she had disappeared again.

Again she found her in a corridor of their living quarters kneeling with her hands cuffed behind her back giving head to one guard while two others stood waiting their turn.

Pet ran all the way around the storage room block to arrive at the corner just around from where her charge was being abused.

"I told you this one will give great head once you thrash her." One guard informed the other two. "This is the third day I have hung her up and gave her a good whipping with my bet until she agreed again to blow me."

"After dinner we will take her to our barracks and just see how long she lasts when twenty of us take her little mouth on." Another guard suggested.

"Then we can all watch as Stark rapes her up her virgin ass again." Another noted.

When the three guards were finished with her partner. Leaving her trust up hanging by her wrists from the overhead pipe. Pet walked around the corner and stood looking up at her charges tear streaked face.

Pet had been tortured almost to death only last spring and her thin little body was still recovering from it. She looked too young to be enrolled as a student of the finishing school. And had given up her place as the student bodies "Pet" to become just an ordinary student when her dark companion had turned up. Since she also wished to disavow her previous existence. She had adopted "Pet" as her name.

Pet knew what female vaginal lubrication smelt like. Its distinctive odor in her nostrils made her realized her partner had got off sexually by being abused by those guards.

"If you keep seeking out application of the switch, or other forms of physical abuse. And obviously appear to be enjoying it overmuch." Pet warned her. "Once back at our school you will draw the attention of Sister Equine and may end up as a permanent fixture in Sister B,s dungeons. Spending the next three years being programmed to be a machonist sex slave."

The resulting shocked expression to this information that came to her partners face brought a wry smile to Pets. But she turned her face away from her to hide it as she saw Becky making her way down the corridor towards them.

The other girls were apparently too terrified to free any of their fellows who ran afoul of his guards.

So Becky Sue spent all her spare time cutting them down and carrying them off to their assigned rooms.

Once there, she instructed the poor unfortunate girls room mates how to rubbed medicated ointment onto their now red welt streaked bodies and had get them to swallow a few pain killers.

Becky Sue was determined to spend the rest of her life rescuing and seeing to the safe future of abused and abandoned little girls as she herself had been.

It never occurred to Becky Sue to consider why or how she was now surrounded by this group of girls. Each of whom were ideally suited to either make sure she was able to carry out her quest. Or prevented anyone hindering her from accomplishing it.

But each and everyone of them had been hand picked, trained and provided with everything necessary they would need to fill their assigned task.

The Angel of Death

"The moment he had worked so hard to achieve for so many long years was only six hours away. " He thought to himself as the dirty plates were removed.

"I will add that girl who so ably took over the kitchen here to my household as my personal chef." He promised himself. "She and that big breasted one are just what a man needs after a long day ruling the world."

Right after coffee he would rise take the elevator up to his penthouse and spend the hours until just before midnight entertaining himself with his latest little female fuck toy. And just before he rode the elevator back down to lead his room full of acolytes into the catacombs underneath the foundations of the hotel.

He would end their relationship as he had all his others. By thrusting a red hot phallus shaped branding iron right up her tight little snatch. Then eagerly watch her eyes and listened to her screams of agony as she died right in front of him. As had all the others he had tortured to death right in there for his pleasure.

He had arranged for this resort hotel to be built on the foundations of the ancient temple that had stood here for innumerable generations.

The monks who had died here under the guns of his men, ten years ago were only the latest in a very long line of religious orders that had been tasked with guarding the gateway through which his master had been thrust into the void.

Even finding its location had taken the ones who had proceeded him millennia. But in only a few hours he would set in motion the sacrifice of the still beating hearts of a thousand virgins.

Not since the Aztecs were destroyed by the Conquistadors had anyone tried to bring his master back to his rightful place in this reality.

He looked up from savoring the excellent coffee he had just been served. One of the girls destined to be sacrificed was walking directly towards him down the banquet hall through his assembled cabal. Behind him the sounds of his guards chambering a round into their machine pistols came to his ears. As expected the tiny dusky skinned female halter her advance, but reached up and began unwinding the white lace scarf from around her face, looked up into his eyes.

"Insolent child." He thought to himself. "You will be the first to go under the knife for your willfully disobeying my orders that all females be required to hide their bodies and faces."

“I think not" She replied. " I am her to put a stop to all this irreverent nonsense."

" I will have the skin flogged of your backside for my entertainment." He threatened. "Guards take this girl outside and give her a good thrashing."

But when no one moved to carry out his orders. He turned around to chastise the guard commander, but his chin dropped as he saw everyone was ignoring him as if nothing was going on of interest.

"I will deal with you myself." He informed the young female standing still a few feet in front of him as he walked around the head table advancing on the miscreant.

But as he approached her, hands reaching out to throttle her thin throat, she began to grow and change.

"Did you think He who banished your master would stand idly by while your released him from the empty void he was so justly condemn to for all time?" Her tiny voice informed him.

By now she was his size and continued to grow. Then to his amazement and growing concern. Began to transform into her true shape right before his astonished eyes.

"My master has promised to defend me from all harm." He warned her.

"Your allegiance is to the dark master of lies and deceit." She replied as black feathered angelic wings sprouted from her back. Her ankle length hooded garment turned from virgin white to midnight black.

And he gasped as the flesh on her exposed hands, feet and face dissolved to reveal the white skeleton beneath.

The towering form of the Death Angel stepped towards him and he involuntary flinched as its skeletal right hand reached out.

"Save me!!!!!" He cried out. "Everyone in the room turned to face towards him with amazement write across their faces.

Her voice boomed in his ears.

"I bring you His judgment." The apparition informed him as its skeletal right hand reached down and touched his chest. He looked around at all of the influential people who were here at his call and screamed out for them to come to his aid.

He continued to scream as his body began to smolder and then burst into flame. Writhed as he tried to stamp it out with his hands, but only succeeded in setting them aflame. Then his entire body was now one flaming mass.

His eyes wide in horror as he realized the one he had sworn to follow and worked so long and hard for. Had been deceiving him all along, now abandoning him to his fate.

Burning arms reached out to grasp his attacked but instead he went down on his knees then crumpled up in a fetal ball at her feet. His screams echoing throughout the room faded away to a deathly silence.

The Death Angel then reverted to a small dusky skinned little girl with jet black hair, wearing a simple white hooded bhurka, turned and walked back out accompanied only by the sound of her ankle hobble chains. The room full of adults assembled at his request, just stood their stunned.

The entrances to the banquet hall flew open as a tide of white jhebah clad little girls flooded in accompanied by the clinging of their hobble chains.

Each girl sought out the one who had brought her and stood before them. Innocent face looking up with a wide eyed questioning expression as if if ask. "Why did you want to cut out my still beating heart?"

"It is time for us to go home." They instructed reaching out their right hand, grasped their elders left, and led them away.

"They forgot why they came her to this room now full of strangers the instant they were touched by the one they brought with them." Pet informed her fellows assembled in the hotel lobby just outside.

Cindy was with Barbie’s uncle as she had been the virgin he had brought along. Barbie herself had told them she had to pick up something and would meet them in the lobby near the elevators.

"What is to stop them collaborating to control everything later on? Becky inquired.

"They will find themselves unable to function for more than a few hours without seeing the smile on the face of the girl they brought to sacrifice." Pet explained. "She will make sure they do not fall back into temptation for the rest of their lives."

"And how will you be able to ensure the girls will not be corrupted by them? Flame inquired.

"My fellows cannot be tempted by anything they could offer." Pet explained.

"Through them you in effect control one thousand of the most influential behind the scenes movers and shakers on this planet." Nuage exclaimed.

"That was the plan from the beginning." Pet said. "And explains why we allowed him to identify and bring them all together in one place at one time."

"It was your idea to have him think he could release the dark one by mass murdering a thousand virgins. Just in order that your people could be brought along for the final showdown." Flame stated.

"Yes." Was all Pet would say on the subject.

"How was thin little you able to pull off killing him?" Nuage asked Pets dark companion as she walked up.

"I simply looked into is mind and made him think his greatest fear was coming true." The normally silent one replied.

"And that was?" Flame just had to ask.

Flame was a raven haired, alabaster skinned Scottish pixie of a girl on the outside. But she was a cold blooded multi armed Fire Devi killer on the inside.

"That he would burn for all eternity in hell." Pet informed her.

"I could have quite handily done that to him if you had asked me to." Flame informed her as she advanced right up to where Pet stood.

Pet observed tiny flames dancing in the now black pupils of Flames eyes. The ends of her namesake hair shifting in the still air, beginning its dance heralding oncoming fiery death.

An alarmed Nuage reached out and as Flames fingers felt hers, each girl eagerly entwined her fingers with her lovers.

"I know Flame, but in this case we did not want the entire room full of relatively innocent people to go up with him." Pet replied with a conspirator’s smile on her face. What she did not say was that we did not trust your allegiance enough Flame, to let you in on the plans I had for him.

Nuage, that you are destined to spend every waking hour for all eternity struggling to contain Flames volatile temperament. Certainly makes my charges foibles seem very minor." Pet thought to herself as she watched Flames temper recede along with the movement of her namesake hair as Nuage hand caressed hers.

"He only imagined he was burning to death and everyone else in the room just saw him apparently going insane then collapse into a fetal ball, right in front of them." Her normally silent partner explained. "Just as we wanted them to."

"Remind me never to play poker with you." Becky advised Pet.

"Playing cards would be a snatch after the game I have been playing lately." Pet informed her.

"Then if we are all done here. Is not it time to get out of these outfits, back into our western clothes, and all go home." Nuage suggested.

"I for one like mine." Becky Sue informed them.

"Somehow I thought you might." Pet retorted.

Becky Sue's silk embroidered Taiwanese outfit clung to every curve of her perfectly proportioned body.

Even in their school uniform of white blouse and pleated bark blue wrap around skirt. Becky had been a standout in school full of girls specifically chosen for their good looks and brains.

She, as most of the girls who were chosen to attend their school, penniless orphans or surplus mouths to feed.

To Becky, the incredible wealth of her two charges was immaterial to their being two little pains in the ass she had been tasked with looking after by their schools headmistress.

But last fall, when they had accidentally discovered a group of abused and starving girls All who had been appropriated out of their own schools new student acquisition system. Those unfortunate little souls instead of been schooled to be pampered pets of rich men. Were forced into thievery and worse to line the pockets of some thugs.

Becky had taken Barbie's and Cindy's pursuit of wealth for wealth’s sake, to task.

A chastised Barbie and Cindy had then created a multi billion dollar trust fund to be solely administered by Becky for the welfare of abused girls worldwide. They knew Becky Sue would never ever consider allowing a single penny of it to be spent on her self, ever.

Becky had herself been abducted by the men who had diverted the girls out of their schools student acquisition system for their own use.

And after being repeatedly raped and abused at the hands of her captors. Becky had been rescued along with all the other girls by Barbie and Cindy. They had then seen to their being enrolled in the first year classes of the school they had originally been collected for.

Sister A had informed her dark master of the circumstances under which they had been stolen and by whom.

She informed the three rescuers he had dealt with those who had stolen from him personally. And the details of is revenge were far to terrible for the ears of ones so young.

The Adventure Magnet

Everyone of the Swiss schooled girls was very tired. The last few days had been ones full of had work. But nothing more to the Swiss private school students than if they were assigned to a months housekeeping detail back at their school. And saddened because they had been forced to leave that poor little girl up in his torture chamber to her fate.

All the girls who had been brought had been required to orally service his numerous bodyguards. These very well trained in oral sex girls had stepped in to instruct the rest in oral sex techniques. Many of the ordinary girls had earned a switching for either completely refusal or poorly performance the first time they were used.

But now many actually were quite good a performing felletto. Something, for an unexplained reason, Pet and her normally silent partner found highly amusing.

"I would have been exceedingly interesting to observe the carnage if they had tried to sacrifice any of us." Nuage noted.

"Yes I was looking forward to quite literally lighting up the event." Flame quietly added.

Only Nuage saw the mischievous smile on her face as they where walking ahead of the rest towards the elevators. And turned her head to see the look of consternation and shock Flames remark had on everybody else.

That her charge, who she had seen, just last spring, calmly, immolate sixty armed men without any sign of remorse, actually had a sense of humour. Was a very surprising revelation to Nuage.

"Our next stop is Singapore for the Deepavali festival on Serangoon Road," Pet informed her fellows as they waited for Cindy and Barbie.

"How appropriate." Flame noted, but since she had a cheeky look on her face, everyone just smiled.

" I understand Barbie, Cindy and I are going with Barbie’s uncle to one of his houses in Florida USA for Barbie’s birthday." Becky informed the rest. "Maybe we can visit Disneyland."

"That will seem rather tame and unimaginative compared to our reality." Pet observed. "But I understand the rides are a great deal of fun anyway."

They were now standing off to one side of the main hotel elevator doors in the main front lobby of the hotel.

A constant stream of adults, each encumbered with luggage stepped out of the elevator along with the little girl they had brought with them. Everyone of them attentive to the girl who walked just beside them chatting away. They were leading them to where the helicopters were lifting them out to Singapore and then home.

But now it was all relatively successfully concluded and it was time to go to their various homes.

"Always look after each other as long as you live." Sister A taught every student who passed through her school.

They jumped as the private elevator serving the penthouse opened up just beside then and a bloodied apparition stepped out with another in its arms.

California Valley Girl Barbie stood their, her arms bloody up to her elbows. The right arm of her jerboa was torn right off and a bloody bullet hole was through it at the left shoulder. Scratches and dog bits marred her body and she stank of drying blood and gun smoke. Bare feet blood spattered and her hobble chains were torn apart.

Blood was still dripping off her thin arms wrapped tight around the body of the girl her own size she apparently carried with ease.

The limp body of the poor little girl they had been forced to abandon to her fate in the torture chamber did not look much better.

"Give her to me Barbie. I will look after our little sister." Becky Sue ordered her in a voice and tone very reminiscent of their Headmistress Sister A.

"You will ruin your pretty clothes young lady." Whispered Barbie in a toneless voice.

"You will simply have to buy me new ones then mother." Becky as softly replied as she lifted the girl out of Barbie’s arms.

Pet and her partner moved past Becky to Barbie’s side and the silent ones long fingers brushed across the feet of the torture victim. She gasped and a few words in Latin escaped her normally silent lips.

Nuage and Flame moved behind the tabloid of blood and pushed the elevators call button. The doors opened and they stepped in while their namesake hair began its dance of death swirling about them as if in a windstorm. "There is nothing left alive up there for you two Devi to deal with." The hollow voice out of Barbie’s mouth informed them as the elevator doors closed.

The silent one spoke a few words in Latin as she and Pet stood ready to assist Barbie.

"That is your name Dark One." The toneless voice informed her. "I am just avenging myself on the men who violated the trust of an innocent little girl."

The look in Barbie’s eyes gave her friends a shock. True California valley girl Rodeo Drive stores only for her raised Barbie. Known throughout the school as the lightening rod for trouble girl, had obviously again gone and found some more.

Just then Cindy leading Barbie’s uncle, who was carrying all their luggage, came out of the elevator among the flood of departing adults and little girls.

"I'll meet you at the helicopter landing pad uncle." She informed him. "I have to round up the other two." He just nodded and walked off along with all the rest.

He too, ass all the others, seemed to be mentally swimming his way up out of a fog ever since he had watched the charismatic one who had ensnarled them. Go insane, fall down, roll up in a fetal ball and died right in front of all of them.

Cindy turned and slipping through the throngs of departing ex acolytes and walked towards where her fellows all stood, backs towards her. Suddenly she spotted her bloodied soul mate standing there apart on the other side of her friends.

"Barbie!!!!!!!!!!" She yelled and ran towards her.

In a flash she was around and past them. Scooping Barbie up in her arms before anyone could move a muscle. Positioning her self in a corner, long pointed ears, razor sharp fangs exposed through her lips and long nails protruding from her hands. Anyone trying to get at Barbie would obviously have to deal with her in full wolfen killer form first.

"We did not do this to her Wolfen child." Becky informed her. She was standing just were she had lifted the body of the rescued little girl of Barbie’s bloodied arms.

"On her own she rescued the one we had left to die in the penthouse."

"Again you have come too late to wreck revenge on those who abused us little lost Cindy." Barbie whispered and went limp in her arms.

"Follow" Becky Sue instructed. Again in a tone reminiscent of their Headmistress and walked off with the girl Barbie had rescued in her arms.

Cindy, now reverted to the shoulder length blond haired Germanic little girl normal appearance and walked right behind her. Barbie soul mate protectively cuddled in her arms. Thoroughly mystified Pet, her Silent One partner just trailing along behind.

They had thought this adventure had concluded successfully. But obviously forgotten nothing is ever over as long as magnet for trouble Barbie is around.

Because of its isolation, an hours flight by helicopter out of Singapore. A fully equipped infirmary had been built into the exclusive hotel were it sat high above the seashore river valley. But its staff had been moved out along with everyone else the cabal’s security people had deemed unnecessary.

Becky lay the body of the girl Barbie had rescued down on a padded examining table as Cindy slipped Barbie down on a nearby hospital bead,. Both girls searching eyes running over the bloodied body they had just carried in.

"Can anyone do anything for her?" Becky sighed as the rest filled in. "If not we will simply have to try and get her to Singapore on a chopper as soon as we clean them up."

"My charge has indicated she can no longer discern an ending time for the rescued girl." Pet informed the rest.

"Did you allow your biological repair naniets to move through your blood into her, Sweet Barbie." Cindy whispered as she leaned close to her soul mates bruised face.

"Maybe somehow Barbie has shared her longevity with the this one." Becky suggested. "As she did with those five Arabic girls last summer."

"I thought there was only four of them." Cindy queried.

"The whip marks on this one are fading to pink as I watch and the scars from his branding irons are not far behind." Becky noted.

"We will then only need to feed them high protean diets and clean the blood off while we wait for their bodies to heal themselves then." Cindy informed her.

"Pet assist Cindy tending to Barbie while her partner assist me tending to this little one." Becky ordered.

The girls stripped the torn bloody and filthy rags off. Then proceeded to wash each girl’s body down with warm water and cloths. Beside each an enameled tray soon became filled with bloody towels and sponges as they worked.

"Cindy?" Barbie whispered.

"Here cleaning up after you again trouble magnet." Cindy softly chided her as she ran a soft warm cloth over her soul mates face.

"I lost my temper when the men tried to abuse us." Barbie whispered. "Just like before, remember?"

"What is she talking about?" Pet inquired of Cindy as the other washed Barbie’s lower body.

"A long time ago." Cindy quietly informed her.

"Hampton Barbie, this Barbie’s biological original. Killed her US Supreme Court judge father and the local police chief in a black rage. After they had abused the two of us in a dungeon beneath a burnt out cliff side mansion in the Hampton’s where she grew up."

"You knew the original Barbie?" Pet inquired. Her angelic little face showing unaccustomed surprise.

"The sheriff’s men had picked me up as vagrant and he had forced me to stay with him. Threatening to send me to juvenile prison if I did not do what he wanted , or tried to run off" "That is why I nearly fainted from the shock of seeing the exact same girl over thirty years later being introduced to me as a helpful fellow preteen schoolmate. That day in the second floor washroom by the nurse." Cindy told them.

"Did Barbie ever recognize you?" Pet inquired. "As she has informed us her genetically enhanced brain does contain everything both her parents experienced or knew."

"No, I think her mother suppressed everything about the events leading up to and just after her father’s death from her memory." Cindy replied. "Neither Barbie ever mentioned knowing me from before that morning until just a few minutes ago.

Just then very white faced Flame and Nuage walked in. It was obvious from the stains on the front of their white burkhas they had thrown up all over them.

"What did you find up there?" Becky inquired.

"Blood and torn up bodies everywhere." They began, but suddenly both clasped hands to mouth as they again began to throw up.

"Through that door over there." Becky pointed and both girls rushed off.

"It must have been a real bloody mess to make those two throw up." Becky noted as they watched them rush off to the washroom she had pointed out.

Pets usually silent partner spoke a few words in Latin, but stopped when Pet glared at her.

Ashen faced Nuage and Flame walked out of the infirmary, washroom on trembling legs and made their way over to were Becky stood.

"The penthouses front door was battered in and the guardian dogs bodies torn asunder right in the foyer." They began. Their breathing became ragged and Cindy poured each a glass of water they eagerly gulped down.

"Apparently some of his guards were in there looking for loot when Barbie arrived" They again began. "Bullet holes just about everywhere show a real fire fight must have taken place. "

"Did they all kill each other?" Pet inquired.

"No, I think they were trying to hit Barbie as many of the holes were either low in the walls or in the floor.:

"Then how did they all die?" Becky inquired.

"They had all been bludgeoned to death with their own weapons from all the bloodied and smashed up guns we saw lying near their bodies." Nuage added.

"She killed over a dozen armed men with her bare hands." Flame informed them with a very respectful tone to her voice.

"Barbie’s body was genetically enhanced to be a faster, smarter and stronger version of her mother by her parents." Cindy informed them. "But I am sure her father did not realize as her mother did, combined with her mothers black rage. This Barbie is a virtually unstoppable self repairing killing machine."

"Our offensive powers are deadlier." Nuage stated and Flame nodded in agreement.

"This Barbie has just dodged bullets from a machine pistol Flame." Cindy retorted. "And would have no problem dodging your relatively slower moving fireballs."

"You are correct in naming her an angel of death." Cindy said, turning to the silent one. And maybe now we can take a guess at who really killed that girl and her abusive lover in our school last year."

"I sent Nuage and Flame for raw protean to assist these two with their bodies self repair." Becky Sue walked over and informed Cindy.

"And it appears our little adventuress still as a few surprises up her sleeve even for us Cindy." She added

"What will we tell the girl when she wakes up?" Cindy asked.

"Flame and Nuage will probably insist she accompany them back with them to our school." Becky Sue noted. "And I will agreed." "It will give us time to work out how to tell her she is immortal and gather her into the Sisterhood." Pet noted.

"Why did your partner call Barbie a fellow Angel of Death in Latin?" Cindy inquired of Pet. "My understanding of Latin is quite good since I learned mine from the Romans themselves. So I have not translated what she said. incorrectly."

"She made a syntax error." Pet replied. "She was probably all flustered seeing her covered in blood."

Cindy smiled as she noted Pet,s leg had moved to avoid a kick in the shins by her normally silent partner as she tried to cover over her partners revealing gaff. Exactly the same way Barbie or Cindy reacted when their partner said something about them they did not like to someone else.

"I cannot hear a heartbeat !" Becky said as her head came up off the rescued girls chest. "And her skin is cold and clammy."

"Barbie,s body withdraws into a REM like state if it has a lot of repair work to do." Cindy explained. " The girl Barbie rescued,s body probably has placed her in the same state."

"How did Barbie make the other girl into a self repairing one as she is?" Flame enquired.

"Even I do not know how she accomplishes that." Cindy informed them. Cindy was quite aware her soul mate could transfer the body repairing biological nanites in her blood to another. But only if she consciously willed it. And it was a secret Barbie was terrified others might learn.

When her parents discovered they had inadvertently created a self repairing, and therefore virtually immortal daughter. They altered her DNA matrix to ensure their creation would not end up as an immortality blood bank for the wealthy and powerful by attuning the biological nanites to Barbies consciousness.

That way functioning nanites would only allow themselves to be transferred out of Barbies body if she consciously willed it.

Only Cindy was aware of the circumstances under which Barbie gifted immortality to others. This little girl was only the fifth recipient and she had been unconscious and near death when it had occurred. As the four, or was it five Arabic girls had been during their adventures into the empty deserts of lower Saudi Arabia last summer

Immortality was not the blessing most normal lifespan people think it is. None of the ones Cindy knew anyway thought it so, her current associates included. Everyone of them were often saddened by the seemingly all to sudden death of everyone they knew and loved. That is the reason they all banded together, and lived one day at a time. Sister A, who had lived longer than most of them taught all of her students that philosophy.

"Can we do anything else to help them recover?" Pet inquired.

"If you all agree." Cindy told them. "I can start them on a saline solution drip."

"And how did you come learn to administer that?" Becky just had to ask. Though she had already surmised being around Barbie. You acquired quit a few skills you would not have around anyone else.

"It comes with the territory as you yourself will find out soon enough." Cindy smiled indicating the form of her soul mate.

It only took a few minutes for Cindy with the other,s help to slip a catheter into the inside surface of each girls arm just above the hollow of the elbow. A free standing chrome support unit on wheels with hooks held the sugared water bags and Cindy soon had the content feeding into their blood streams drip by metered drip.