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  "You have beautiful hair, Helena. Has anyone ever told you that?"

  "Si, my boyfriend."

  "Boyfriend? Such a waste. Men don't know how to treat women. Have you ever been with a woman, Helena?"

  "No…no, ma'am."

  "Good. Then you're in for a treat tonight. Remove your clothes."

  "Please, ma'am. I don't like girls that way."

  "You don't know what you like. Do as I say."

  "Ma'am, please. I don't want to do this."

  "I said remove your clothes. Or do you want me to call in one of my men and have them removed?"

  "No."

  Catrina watched the young woman reluctantly take off her dress, slip and underwear.

  "Good, now get into bed."

  Frightened, Helena climbed into bed and knelt next to her employer. Catrina settled back onto the sheets spreading her legs.

  "Eat me," she ordered.

  "Ms. Drenkova, please. I can't." Helena was frightened.

  "You can and will and you'll do it right or I'll call in my bodyguards and give you to them. You understand me?"

  "Ye... yes. What do I do?" Tears streamed down the maid's cheeks.

  "Well, first you can stop the tears. I don't like weepy little girls. Then you can put your head between my legs and lick my pussy like it was the best thing you ever tasted and I'd better believe it too."

  Helena knelt down looking at the curly hair. With her finger and thumb she separated the lips and lowered her head. The warm musky scent wasn't unpleasant but when she started to touch the moist skin with her tongue she gagged. Quickly, she looked up to see if Catrina had noticed. The woman's expression frightened her. Swallowing, she leaned down and tried it again, choking back another gag.

  "SA-MI LINGI PIZDA, TARFA!" Catrina yelled, angered by the girl's obvious revulsion. Terrified, Helena worked her tongue harder. "Good! Very good. Now long slow strokes for awhile and then quick flicks of your tongue," Catrina ordered. "I can't believe your boyfriend never went down on you," she commented disgustedly.

  Helena continued lapping at the woman's vulva and lips. If she held her breath and thought about her boyfriend, she found she could perform reasonably well. Hopefully, her employer would grow tired of her and let her go back to her room. Then she'd pack her bags and leave at the first opportunity after a good gargle with mouth wash.

  "Harder!" demanded Catrina. "I want to feel your tongue. I want it buried inside of me."

  When the maid hesitated, Catrina grabbed the back of her head and pushed her face hard into her groin.

  "I said harder and deeper. If you don't make me cum soon, I'll make sure my boys at least get the pleasure of those lips and tongue of yours. Do you understand me?"

  Helena nodded and began working her tongue vigorously over the slick area. When she heard the woman moan, she increased the pressure, stroking the opening rapidly.

  "Yes, that's it. There... good... yes..." groaned Catrina. "Harder... mmmm... good... good," she gasped.

  When the orgasm hit, she held the girl's head tightly against her until her muscles relaxed.

  "Excellent, Helena," she purred, feeling satiated. "I knew you'd be good."

  "Th... Thank you, ma'am," Helena whispered, wanting to escape as quickly as possible. The taste in her mouth revolted her but she knew better than to show it. "Can I go now, please?"

  Catrina scowled. "You can go when I say you can go. The night's still young, Helena. Rest for a bit. Then we'll try it again. Do you like the way I taste?"

  "Ye... Yes ma'am." the maid lied, swallowing back the bile that kept trying to work its way up her throat.

  "I knew you would think so. What did I tell you? You’re wasting yourself on your boyfriend. If you please me again, I might make you my special maid. Would you like that?"

  "Yes, ma'am," Helena murmured, despondently.

  CHAPTER 20

  BELINDA WASN'T SURE where she was but she knew the rocking sensation wasn't from the dizziness she was feeling. Opening her eyes slowly, she squinted into the darkness. The room was a dull metallic gray. Two other women sat on makeshift beds, while a third paced restlessly back and forth in the small cabin. The whore knew immediately she was on some sort of ship and by the sized of the room, it was probably a freighter. Sitting up, she took a mental inventory of her body, searching for signs of abuse but found none. It was obvious she had been abducted. Why, she wasn't sure.

  "About time you woke up," grumbled the small blonde who had stopped her pacing to look at Belinda.

  "Where am I?"

  "Where the fuck do you think you are?"

  Belinda shrugged, not in the mood to get into a confrontation at the moment.

  "Look. I'm not into a pissing match. It's obvious we're all in the same boat so how about we try and get along?"

  Laughing at the irony of the comment, a tall black woman slipped off the bed and walked over to the whore. Holding out her hand, she helped Belinda to her feet.

  "My name's Smitty and it appears we're on our way to Saudi Arabia or somewhere near there. Seems there are some sheiks that are willing to pay high prices for whores."

  "What the hell do they want women like us for? I thought they liked sweet young virgins."

  "Apparently not all of them. One of the guys that brings our food is real informative when you treat him right. I do him a favor, he does me one."

  "You'd fuck anyone!" the blonde said.

  "Shut up, Carla. I'm tired of your pissing and moaning."

  Carla was about to say something when Smitty took a menacing step in her direction. Swallowing, the small woman backed away and gave her a sullen pout.

  "Don't mind her," Smitty said. "She's new to the business... scared silly. When she settles down, she's actually quite nice."

  Belinda examined the two women closely and then looked at the third one who had remained quiet during the exchange. Nodding her head toward her, she raised an eyebrow questioningly.

  "That's Mary Beth. She doesn't talk much. I think she's a little slow, if you know what I mean."

  "Yeah, I know. So why would anyone go to this trouble for women like us? It doesn't make any sense."

  "Apparently, these guys appreciate our expertise and they know no one's gonna question our disappearance. Even if they did and called the police, the cops wouldn't do much. What's a few missing whores? Less work for them."

  "Well, my bosses aren't going to like this and they'll do something," Belinda declared, remembering Agra's promise when she first signed up.

  "You do your job and stick to the rules and we'll protect you, no matter what," Agra said toward the end of the interview. "You screw up and you're on your own."

  Belinda believed her. The look in her eyes left no doubt the woman would search heaven and earth for her. Little did she know how true the promise had been.

  "What can they do? We're outside the police's jurisdiction and no one knows where we're at."

  "They'll find us. I know they will."

  "Well, you got more confidence than I do. If you're bosses are that good, then they must have some powerful connections. Personally, I think we're screwed and are going to have to make the best of it."

  "Maybe. Until then, I'm betting on my bosses."

  The sound of someone outside the door interrupted their conversation. As the door swung inward, a young sailor stepped inside and looked around. Pointing to Smitty, he waved his hand for her to follow.

  "Captain wants to see yah," he murmured.

  Winking at Belinda, Smitty strolled out the door without commenting. Apparently, the whore was familiar with the Captain.

  Walking to an empty cot, Belinda lay down and closed her eyes, feeling tired. As she dozed off, the image of Agra flashed through her mind, giving her a sense of comfort.

  CHAPTER 21

  THE TRIP TO THE warehouse district gave Dakota and Yemaya a few leads. Several companies had international affiliations. Anyone involved in the sex-trade industry would have to have conn
ections overseas in order to smuggle women out of the States and into another country. Writing down names and addresses, she had called her brother to see if he or Reymone could dig up additional information about any of them. Her brother's lover was a genius at researching the Internet and had developed an entire worldwide network of people willing to assist him whenever he needed information.

  "I doubt if we can do much more now," Yemaya said.

  "Yeah. Let's get a bite to eat and then head on back to the apartment. I think both of us could use a little rest."

  "Sounds good to me."

  Several hours later, Yemaya was awakened by her cell phone ringing.

  "Lysanne."

  "Good afternoon, sister."

  "Good morning. What have you found?"

  "As always, straight to the point. Anyway, Reymone has been snooping around or at least his contacts have and we discovered a possibility. Catrina Drenkova."

  "Drenkova! The Drenkova that is rumored to have connections with a few members of our parliament."

  "The same. There's also some stories going around that she's involved in a drug ring and the white slavery trade. That would fit in with a sex slave market. It seems the woman has a very shady reputation."

  "Slavery? This may be what happened to Sasha. Have you or Reymone checked around to see if any of our young women in Moldova have disappeared?" Yemaya asked straightening slightly.

  "Actually, we did but we haven't found anything here. Reymone's contacts tell us Ms. Drenkova runs an import/export business with several small offices strategically located in Europe, SE Asia, and the Middle East. Her home office is in Baltimore. Apparently, she has cozied up to a few senators and politicians in the States and receives considerable tax benefits and perks for basing there. We're not sure what they get in return but one of the politicians was investigated for having several illegal immigrants as domestics."

  When Yemaya heard Baltimore she stiffened. Dakota instantly sensed the tension but remained silent.

  "Thanks, Raidon. Do you have an address for Ms. Drenkova?"

  "As a matter of fact I do," he replied giving her both the office address as well as her home address, a small secluded estate outside the city limits.

  "One more thing," Yemaya said. "Send me a faxed picture of this woman to Dakota’s place?"

  "As we speak," her brother replied. "Your young lady should be receiving it shortly."

  "Good. I will get back with you."

  "Be safe, sister. I know what you're planning. Don't lose your head."

  "Count on it, brother. Bye."

  Turning to Dakota, she noticed Dakota was holding up a picture.

  "Is this her?"

  "Yes," Yemaya said taking the photo.

  "She's very attractive,"

  "Yes. Beauty is good at hiding evil."

  "In her case, anyway. So what now?" Dakota asked.

  "Now we get some rest. Tomorrow, we can check out her business and estate and then see how Sasha is doing. I am too tired to think beyond that."

  "Me too. It's been a long day."

  Dakota snuggled up close to Yemaya. Within minutes both were sound asleep.

  * * *

  "Yemaya, I know you're tired, but we need to talk," Whispered a sultry voice, much like her own.

  "Can this wait, Mari?"

  "If it could, dear, I wouldn't bother you."

  Yemaya opened her eyes. She was sitting in front of the Eternal Flame. Grandma Dakota and Intunecat were talking quietly but stopped when Yemaya appeared.

  "How yah doing, Yemaya?"

  "Tired, Grandma Dakota. You and Mari keep strange company these days," she commented looking toward Intunecat.

  "Strange?" the Dark One asked.

  "He's here to help."

  "Help? How? Dakota said you cannot do anything about Sasha since no spirits are involved."

  "Well, that's not exactly true. We do have a few tricks without breaking the rules too much."

  "You mean like impersonating Dakota and me? The poor doctor probably thinks we are schizos, but thanks for helping Sasha. I am not sure she would have survived if you had not been there for her."

  "She’s one of my own. I could do nothing less," Mari replied.

  "Yep. And I believe what be Mari's be mine too."

  "Thank you, Grandma Dakota. Alright, you have my attention. Why the meeting?"

  "Tomorrow you and Dakota will confront the mortal who brutalized the young woman," interrupted Intunecat. "It is imperative that you not give in to the rage you hide so well."

  "Why do you care? I thought you thrived on dark emotions."

  "Only when they serve my needs.This situation doesn’t."

  Yemaya was about to comment when he interrupted her by holding up his hand.

  "Now isn’t the time for debate. Inside of you is a darkness most mortals carry, but it has nothing to do with me. You control your anger well. You must do the same with your rage. The beast feeds off it. It is only a small part of you but it is strong and grows every time it breaks free from its lair. One day it may consume you. Tame it and you become its master. Fail and it becomes yours."

  "If you have nothing to do with this darkness, who does?"

  "We don't really know," Mari said. "Perhaps it's always been a part of humanity. Perhaps something greater than even Intunecat, whom we presumed to be the First Born."

  "So no one has the answer. Alright, I can accept that, but how do I control my anger? It is a normal emotion."

  "This isn't anger we're talking about, daughter. This is rage, the beast. Anger serves you well when needed. Rage serves no one but itself. Learn the difference between the two. Now, we must go. Though we can't be of much help to you, we'll do what we can... and don't worry about Sasha. We'll take care of her. You have a greater battle ahead."

  "Thanks, Mari and Grandma Dakota."

  Turning to Intunecat, Yemaya hesitated.

  "And thank you, but understand one thing, Intunecat. Your role in this does not obligate me to you in any way. I will never be indebted to you."

  The Dark One smiled.

  "I would expect nothing less," he replied and vanished.

  CHAPTER 22

  LONNIE HAD BEEN informed earlier in the day that her patient would be transferred to a charter flight and flown to Moldova. She wasn't sure it was in Sasha's best interest to move her so soon without an attending physician on board the plane.

  "I really don't recommend moving her yet," objected Lonnie. "The flight is going to be long and she still needs medical attention."

  "We'll arrange for everything she needs," replied the dark haired woman, her voice warm and silky.

  "Well, I still don't like it. She's my patient and I know more about her problems than a stranger. I also have Sasha's mental state to consider. Having a stranger near her right now might add to her trauma. She's still confused about everything and hasn't faced her demons yet."

  The smaller blonde coughed.

  "Pardon me, doc, but maybe yah could be a makin the trip with the youngin."

  Lonnie was momentarily speechless.

  Good grief, she thought. Either this one is schizo or... or what? She asked herself.

  Yemaya chuckled, her pale blue eyes twinkling.

  "My partner can be very 'country' but she's working on it."

  Dakota slapped her arm and grinned.

  "Behave now. I be... I mean I ... well, dang... so I be country. Ain't no law agin it," she huffed.

  Yemaya and Lonnie couldn't help but laugh.

  "No, there ain't," Lonnie replied. "I'd love to accompany Sasha but I have obligations to my other patients; plus I'd have to check my passport, make arrangements for a visa. Two days really isn't enough time to do much of anything."

  "Normally, that's true. However, since you would be a guest in my country, the visa isn't a problem. My business manager has talked with your government officials and they've agreed to expedite any paperwork they require. I've talked with your administ
rator, and have assured him that your position will be filled by a competent doctor. Everyone would be well compensated for covering your absence not to mention a rather generous donation on your behalf, I really don't think there's too much else that we can't deal with if you agree to go."