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Author's note: This chapter is the first of final three chapters of this long and sordid tale. Your patience, and your comments - good and bad - have been most appreciated. G.A. Elizabetta reveled in her conquest. She looked down at her sleeping victim and gently stroked her hair. "You had no idea, my sweet girl. They never do. Your beautiful wife, my lover, has paid me dearly to kill you, to erase you from her life. And that is exactly what I'm going to do. But you will not go anywhere before you please me, my dear." Elizabetta's hand wandered down to the hem of Willie's gown and snaked up her legs, reveling in the smooth feel of her Fogal stockings. "Yes, my precious Willie, I will make certain that you will bring me the greatest of pleasures before I kill you." A short time later, they arrived at the compound. As the car came to a halt, a man emerged from the building pushing a gurney. Elizabetta had exited the car and was watching carefully to make sure Willie was handled properly. "Be quick about it. She should be coming to any minute now. I want her secured before she awakens." "Yes, Madame." Willie's unconscious body was rolled into the clinic on the gurney. Before the chloroform wore off, the two men first bound her legs with leather straps tightly around her legs at the ankles and above the knees. Her wrists were attached to the sides of the gurney with padded leather cuffs. As she slowly regained consciousness, Willie began to struggle in her tight bondage as she became aware of her predicament. Elizabetta purposely allowed Willie to lie there for some time to absorb her situation and slip into a total panic. Willie's helpless struggles fueled Elizabetta's insatiable libido. Knowing that her victim was under her complete control, Elizabetta retired to her office suite in the main house. Elizabetta retrieved a note and dialed the number and almost before the first ring concluded, a female voice answered. "Hello my darling." Elizabetta's voice was strong and confident. There was no hint in her voice to betray what had transpired. "Hello?" "Hello my dear." "Is she?" "No, not yet. We just arrived and she is being prepared. Everything is going exactly as planned, my darling." "I'm just a wreck here." "Not to worry, my dear. Everything is under control. I'll call you when it is done. Bye bye." With Janet taken care of, Elizabetta prepared for the evening ahead. The felling of a victim was a process, a dance that was to be enjoyed in every way. Dressing the part was just a piece of the pleasure in store for Elizabetta. She removed her gown and lingerie and slithered into a black latex catsuit and black patent leather knee high boots. The shiny black latex clung to her like a second skin. The black catsuit, stiletto heels and severe makeup gave her the most menacing and sexual presence. It was overwhelming to her poor victims. Seeing the look of fear in their eyes heightened Elizabetta's pleasure. Allowing Willie's fear to build for over an hour, Elizabetta and her assistant Gerta entered the room met by Willie's sobbing and protestations. They went about preparing things in the room, completely ignoring their "guest". Finally, they turned their attention to the victim. By this time, Willie is completely stressed out. Her face was beaded with sweat and tears running down her face. Elizabetta looked down at Willie and smiled. "My poor darling, you don't need to be so upset. There is nothing to be concerned about. I'm going to take very good care of you." She lifted a syringe from the steel tray next to the gurney and held it up to the light and tapped it, her long nails making a distinct clinking noise against the glass cylinder of the syringe. Still looking at the syringe as a thin stream of fluid emanated from the top, she spoke to her assistant in a very soft voice. "Gerta, prepare her for the injection please." Without words, the assistant pulled down one of Willie's leather gloves and swabbed a small spot on the inside of her elbow with a wad of cotton. Even in her tight bondage, Willie struggled and tried to prevent Elizabetta from injecting her. Seeing Willie's struggles, Elizabetta smiled. She really enjoyed the dance of death with her victims. How useless it was for them to struggle when the outcome was inevitable: they were going to die. But that moment of revelation was yet to come. "Now, Willie my darling, don't be such a bad girl. This is something that will help you relax. Be a love and let Gerta hold your arm in place so I don't break a vein and have you bleed to death. That would be such a mess." Sensing the inevitable, Willie relented long enough to allow Elizabetta to administer the injection. "There! Much better. This will help you to relax, my darling." Once the injection was complete, Willie could not hold back her panic.. "Elizabetta! What are you doing! Why are you doing this to me! What will Janet say if she sees me this way? Please, Elizabetta! Please!" Elizabetta enjoyed watching her victim struggle; only to see her protestations diminish as the drug took effect. With the immediate issues taken care of, Elizabetta began her mind fuck of Willie. "Oh Janet? That's right. I told you that she was coming here, didn't I? She leaned over the gurney and looked Willie right in the eye. "Well, she isn't coming dear one. I lied. How else could I get you to go to that wonderful party with me?" "You crazy bitch! Let me go. Untie me, you lunatic!" "Oh we'll have none of that kind of talk here, my darling. Janet couldn't come, but I have something that might put you a little more at ease." Elizabetta opened a drawer and retrieved what appeared to be a pair of black silk panties. She walked over to Willie, her stilettos clicking on the tile floor and held the panties under Willie's nose. "Do you recognize that scent, my dear? Well, do you?" A look of fear and panic encompassed Willie's face as she held her mouth tightly shut and shook her head. "It can't be!" Willie was sobbing as she recognized Janet's scent and perfume on the panties. "What have you done to Janet you bitch!" "Now that is no way to speak to me, my darling." Without warning, Elizabetta slapped Willie across her face. Willie began to cry. "Now let's try this again. Janet is fine. As a matter of fact, she gave these to me for just this moment. I told her you might have some difficulty believing this." Elizabetta leaned forward to Willie and wiped away her tears with the panties. Elizabetta so enjoyed the moment of revelation when her victims were enlightened to the reality and consequences of their ordeal. What they would soon come to realize is that not only would their lovers not come to save them, it is their lovers that wanted this to happen! Elizabetta continued. "You see my dear Willie, Janet knows exactly what is going on." "No! She can't! She wouldn't. That's impossible!" This was always so sweet for this ruthless Dominatrix. And with Willie it would be even sweeter. Elizabetta would share with Willie that it was Janet who had planned this for her and that the arrangements had been made while Janet was sharing Elizabetta's bed. Tracing a finger across Willie's forehead, Elizabetta spoke softly and slowly. "I know that things have not been going well for you two lately. Janet has tried many times to get you to leave, but you wouldn't, would you?" Willie was again succumbing to tears. "How do you know these things? Why are you doing this to me?" "Darling, I know these things because Janet has shared them with me. As a matter of fact, she has shared many things with me." Willie was sobbing, fueling Elizabetta's lust. "You see, my dear, Janet arranged all of this with me personally. Remember when she was in New York recently? She was with me, my sweet Willie. As a matter of fact, I seduced her when she came to see me to make the arrangements. She is quite a wonderful lover." "Nooooooo!!!!!!!" "I'm afraid so, my darling. It seems that your Janet has not been the faithful wife that you think she is." "You're lying to me" Elizabetta leaned forward and kissed Willie softly on the cheek "If I did not make love to your wife, how would I know about that cute little birthmark on the inside of her thigh?" "Noooooooooooo! Why are you doing this to m........." Willie's protestations were cut short as Elizabetta abruptly stuffed the panties into her mouth. As she pushed them in, she added to Willie's distress. "She needed me badly, my darling. She said she missed making love to a real woman." Elizabetta stood over Willie and tidied up the panties in her mouth. "mphghhhhhhghhhh!!!" Elizabetta could feel the warmth and wetness of her cunt simmering inside her catsuit as she watched her victim struggle. Willie would eventually die, but not before Elizabetta enjoyed her. Learning of Janet's infidelity was quickly taking Willie over the edge. She strained uselessly against her bondage, now much quieter with the panties stuffed in her mouth. Elizabetta and Gerta noticed that the injection was beginning to take hold. Willie's motions were becoming slower and more difficult. Catamyn was quite an effective sedative. In a few moments, Willie would become totally paralyzed while remaining conscious. Her heart rate would decrease allowing Elizabetta to prepare her carefully and without interference. The Dominatrix would have the delight of prolonging her misery until she was ready for the final step. "And now, my dear Willie, you are completely at my mercy. Gerta, help me undress her." The two women went about their business with Willie able to do nothing more than watch. She had become a spectator to her own demise. Gerta dutifully released Willie from her bondage and removed her clothes. Elizabetta had chosen Willie's ensemble for the evening knowing she would later be removing these items from a lifeless body. It was easy work to relieve Willie of her gown and then rolling her onto her stomach, unlacing and removing the corset. Willie's naked body was moved into an OB-GYN chair. Her arms were locked into padded leather cuffs on the side, her legs strapped firmly into the stirrups and a strap placed across her forehead to hold her firmly to the table. Once in place, Gerta gave her both a douche and an enema as Elizabetta watched approvingly. Gerta then proceeded to shave her entire pubic area while Elizabetta raised the back of the chair so Willie could see everything that was happening to her. Gently stroking Willie's forehead, Elizabetta did her best to sound reassuring. "Gerta will be very careful, my darling. I want you to be smooth like a baby's bottom before I fuck you. Oh yes, did I mention how I enjoyed fucking your lovely Janet? I want you to see and feel exactly what I did to her." Elizabetta laughed as she watched tears trace down Willie's cheek, black streaks as her mascara mixed with her tears. Willie had succumbed to Elizabetta's mind fuck. Elizabetta continued speaking as she pulled a leather harness up her legs and secured the straps at each hip. As she adjusted the straps, she continued speaking to her victim. "Yes, my darling. Janet told me how she much she enjoyed it when I fucked her. She must have cum a dozen times. She told me that it was the best sex she had in months." The harness firmly in place, Elizabetta was now stroking the black latex cock. There was no need for a condom. She stroked it lovingly as she bent over Willie's face and hissed. "In months, my darling. I guess that means you were a lousy lay, doesn't it?" Elizabetta moved into position between Willie's spread legs. Gerta had adjusted the table so that she was at the perfect height for Elizabetta's shiny black cock. The cock brushed up against Willie's swollen lips as she moved forward. Elizabetta began to stroke Willie's cunt. "Oh my, we seem to be a little dry down here, don't we?" Elizabetta placed her hand against the small of her victim's belly allowing her thumb to wander downward and begin to slip in between and massage her lips. Expecting to feel warmth and wetness, the Dominatrix was somewhat surprised. "Hello, what do we have here?" Willie lay oblivious, bound, gagged with Janet's panties and strapped down tightly into the chair, resigned to her fate of being taken by Elizabetta in any way she chose. Suddenly suspicious, Elizabetta turned her attention from preparing to fuck her victim to exploring something about her that did not seem right. She leaned forward to carefully inspect Willie's vagina and was not pleased with what she saw. Without looking away from Willie, Elizabetta barked an order, "Gerta, fetch me the calipers and clamps please." "At once, Madame." As Elizabetta waited for the measuring instruments, she became more and more suspicious about who this person was that lay helpless before her. She suddenly suspected that her client and lover, Janet Collins, might not have been completely honest with her. The measurements would help to confirm her suspicions. Willie barely showed any response as the cold surgical steel was pressed against her vaginal lips. She was so far gone now wishing only that the drugs would give her the sleep she desperately wanted that would spare her from being witness to being raped by this horrible woman. Elizabetta documented her measurements on a clipboard and left the room, telling Gerta to do what was necessary to get Willie to relax for a few hours. Gerta reconfigured the exam table so Willie was now laying flat on her back and then added a low dose Fentinol drip to her IV. She removed the panties from her mouth and cautioned Willie to be quiet or they would be replaced with something more severe. Elizabetta retired to her private study to review the literature and the documentation on the recent Nobel Prize award to Dr. Thomas Adams from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. Apparently, Dr. Adams had more than one benefactor. Elizabetta called Gerta on the intercom requesting the results from the blood tests done when Willie was first brought in to the Spa. What an odd sight to see this gorgeous woman, looking so lethal and imperious in her black latex catsuit and boots, pouring through the pages like a scholar in search of a deeply hidden secret. Elizabetta reviewed her notes as well as the information Gerta brought to her. "Oct tu Libre!" At times of excitement, Elizabetta often reverted to her native German. "I believe that my dear Janet has lied to me. Can it be that her dear Willie was not born a fraulein?" For Willie, this may have been a life saving discovery when Elizabetta noted the dryness and unusual excess skin that had formed outside of her vaginal lips. Unknown to Janet, Elizabetta had also made use of the amazing research conducted by Dr. Adams. She had transformed one of her victims at the request of a very wealthy client from Madrid. Maligned vaginal skin formations and inability to self lubricate were two of the visible side effects of Dr. Adams' remarkable procedure. Blood test results would be further proof. Elizabetta needed to be absolutely certain. Only to those intimately familiar with this remarkable process would these slight imperfections ever be noticed. She once more called Gerta and asked that Simone, one of her many staff maids, be brought to the other examination room. "At once, Madame." Simone - previously Simon - had come to Elizabetta at the request of an esteemed surrealistic artist, Senora Gaston from Madrid. It seemed that she had grown tired of the philandering ways of her gigolo husband. When Senora Gaston came home to find him bedded down with a man, she knew something had to be done. Spanish women are particularly hot-tempered and for the Senora, it was not good enough to kill him, death would be too good for him. Elizabetta's familiarity with Dr. Adams' work was a godsend for the artist. For her, making Simon live without that which he valued and admired most - his masculinity - was the perfect solution. One significant difference from what happened to William was that Simon was aware of the process as it was happening. After being duped into visiting Elizabetta to measure some walls for a custom fresco, he was easily subdued and rendered helpless. The gigolo could only watch when his wife pressed the contents of the syringe, the first injection, into his IV tube. Teeth clenched, Senora Gaston cursed at him as it emptied. And just as with Willie, the process was repeated twice more in the short period of time with the same result. With Simone's change complete, Senora Gaston continued her life in Madrid relieved of the burden and embarrassment of her philandering husband. Senora Gaston was blissfully happy knowing that Simon had paid a very heavy price for mistreating her. He had been transformed and sentenced to a life of subservience at Elizabetta's expert hand. It was so much more satisfying than simply killing him. Looking blankly at the wall of books and tapping her finger on her chin, Elizabetta continued playing out Janet's clever ruse in her mind. The satisfaction of having solved Willie's mystery turned to anger - anger towards Janet. Elizabetta was a very powerful woman and certainly not a person to be deceived - not for any amount of money. Janet had made a very serious mistake underestimating this woman. After a very quick examination of Simone, Elizabetta was convinced of Willie's pedigree. Without offering any explanation, Elizabetta told Gerta to remove Willie from the chair and return her to her private room. "No need to put her in bondage darling, just make sure the room is secure." With a quizzical look on her face, Gerta promptly replied, "At once, Madame." Elizabetta retired to her suite and sent for a maid to undress and massage her. The maid dispatched, Elizabetta lay in bed and pondered the difficult situation she found herself in. "The bitch wants me to do her dirty work. She can't divorce Willie because she must have transformed her without her consent. She would be locked up for such a thing in that silly country." Because Janet had deceived Elizabetta regarding the reasons she wanted to be rid of her wife, Elizabetta knew that she would not kill Willie. It was not out of compassion for Willie but simply because she had been lied to. Had Janet been forthcoming and told Elizabetta how Willie came to be, this would not be an issue, Willie would have been killed and with her predecessors, forever entombed at the bottom of the lake nearby. The much bigger issue and concern is the possible breach of the code. For years, Elizabetta had carried on her nefarious operation with an obsession for secrecy. She had no concern of a client exposing her - until now. If Janet lied to her once, she could do it again and that would not be allowed. The next morning, Elizabetta was joined on the outdoor terrace by her husband Dietrich and her assistant Gerta. Given the gravity of the situation, it was important to consult them both. Protection of their lives and their enterprise was paramount. After a few hours of sometimes-contentious conversation, they had decided what to do. Elizabetta was quite wound up after the meeting and she decided to relieve her anxiety with a long ride on her favorite horse. Afterwards, Elizabetta enjoyed a quiet dinner at home with Dietrich and an early bedtime. Elizabetta needed a day to gather her thoughts and prepare for the difficult days to come. After a good night's rest, Elizabetta once more dressed in an elegant equestrian ensemble. But the day's ride would have to wait until she had spoken to Willie. The poor woman was by now very anxious and confused over the sudden turn of events. Elizabetta found Willie seated on the armchair facing the window looking taking in the magnificent view of snow-capped mountains. She seemed distant and barely acknowledged Elizabetta's entrance. She was dressed in a flowing satin robe and no shoes or slippers. When Willie did not turn to greet Elizabetta, she thought Willie might still be feeling the effects of her medication. But that notion was quickly dispelled with Willie's greeting, "Why are you keeping me here like this, you crazy bitch!" Elizabetta ignored the comment, circled Willie and sat on the window seat interrupting her guest's view of the mountains. She kept her legs uncrossed and folded her hands in her lap trying to appear most disarming. "Willie dear, I understand why you are so upset. I am so very sorry. I have done a terrible thing to you. But fortunately for you, I discovered your true nature before any harm was done." "True nature? What are you talking about?" Elizabetta was pleased that she had Willie's attention. Leaning forward towards her guest, Elizabetta explained. "Janet did not tell me about you dear. She tried to keep that from me and that was a terrible thing to do." "You know about............?" "Yes my dear, I know that you were not born a female. And I know how it was done. Janet made a terrible mistake lying to me. Had she been honest, you would have been spared all of this, all of this." Elizabetta failed to mention what exactly Willie would have been spared. She would be dead by now had Janet been honest with her. Willie's anger had vanished and was replaced by curiosity. Aside from Dr. Stoltz and Rebecca, Willie had never been able to speak of her transformation with anyone. The fact that Elizabetta knew this and embraced it actually excited Willie. "But how did you know Elizabetta? Janet and Dr. Stoltz told me that these changes were undetectable." "Let's just say that I have my ways dear. But listen to me very carefully..." Willie was bordering on tears. "You must understand that you are now very safe here, I promise you. As long as you are here with me, nothing will happen to you, nothing." "But...?" "Yes, I know. You must be very confused. A few days ago, I was telling you how you were going to die. But that was before I realized who you were. That changed everything." "You won't harm me?" "Mon chere, I promise you that nothing will happen to you here, not a thing." "So I just go home, is that what I am supposed to do?" "I don't think that would be very wise, Willie. If Janet was willing to go through all this for me to kill you, she would likely look for someone else once she discovers what has happened here." Elizabetta offers Willie a glass of water. She is delighted that her guest is absorbing this very difficult news. Finishing a long sip of water, Willie leans towards Elizabetta and asks, "So what can I do? If Janet is really trying to have me killed as you say, do I have to stay here forever?" Elizabetta reaches her hand forward and touches Willie's knee tenderly, she is getting very excited by this conversation, but her lust for Willie will have to wait until matters are settled. "Willie, you are welcome to stay here as long as you wish. I would be delighted if you chose to stay here permanently, but I know that might be quite a culture shock for you." She shifts on her seat for an intentional pause. "But my dear Willie, there are other options." "Such as what Elizabetta?" Elizabetta reaches forward and pulls Willie's chair close to her. She reaches up and gently brushes Willie's cheek with the back of her hand and smiles warmly. It is amazing that she has gained Willie's trust after doing her best to humiliate her and telling her how she was soon going to die. "My darling Willie, Janet is not a good person. It is true that she once loved you and went to such great lengths to transform you into an image she desired. But my pet, she paid me a ransom to kill you. She wants you dead." "So you tell her that you have fulfilled your agreement and I go off to live my life somewhere?" The prospect was particularly troubling to Willie. It was hard enough for her to accept that Janet wanted her dead, but Janet was all she had. Without Janet, she would be lost. What would she do? Where would she work? How would she make a life for herself? Janet could sense Willie's anxiety. She had anticipated this and had the answer. She now took Willie's hands in hers and held them firmly. "Willie, you certainly know that Janet is a very wealthy woman. My goodness, look at the diamond on your finger." Wistfully looking down at her hand, Willie replied, "Yes, I suppose she is. I've never even been to all of her houses. I've only seen photographs." "Yes, I knew you realized that she is a woman of great wealth." "But that is hers. She tried to buy me off, and I refused. She won't give me any money now. She gave it to you to kill me." This was going better than Elizabetta might have expected. "But Willie my dear, you are legally married." "Yes, we are legally married. We had to get married in Canada because same-sex marriage is not recognized in my country." "So, if something were to happen to Janet, you would inherit her fortune, would you not?" Willie became restless, almost annoyed at Elizabetta's suggestion. "What are you saying Elizabetta? I can't kill her. She might have wished to do that to me, but I am not a murderer." "No my dear Willie, you certainly are not. I understand. But, what if someone were to offer to do that for you? After all my darling, this woman sent you here alone to die, she had no such concern about you." Willie looked off into the distance. Elizabetta remained silent while watched her guest process the information. Willie bit her lower lip, turned to Elizabetta and looked her right in the eye and smiled. "You? You would do this Elizabetta? You would kill her?" The sense of accomplishment having taken Willie down a remarkable path brought a warm smile to Elizabetta's face. She was not normally a vengeful person, but she not a person to be crossed. Janet made a fatal error and now with her wife's blessing, Elizabetta was going to correct Janet's error - permanently. She leaned forward, her lips almost touching Willie's. The guest could feel her warm breath on her face. Willie was getting tremendously excited at the power of this woman. Wanting to draw her even closer, Willie whispered to Elizabetta, "Yes, Elizabetta. I want you to do this. I want you to make Janet pay for what she tried to do to me." There was no need for a spoken response. Elizabetta's lips moved forward and she kissed Willie. The sensation was electric for both women. It was not long before Elizabetta brought Willie to the massive bed and made love to her for hours. It was a tremendous expression of relief and passion for both women. Each time Elizabetta brought Willie to orgasm, she would elaborate on Janet's demise, much the same way she had done to Janet speaking of Willies' end. It was an extraordinary turn of events, but her lover's response was the same. The mere mention of Janet's death drove Willie to the heights of passion. Elizabetta intended to make full use of this weakness that to her advantage. It was a wonderful day in bed for both women. As Willie lay in Elizabetta's arms afterwards, the hostess explained her plan. She would lure Janet to Switzerland and once there, Janet would take Willie's place in bondage and be disposed of. Just as Elizabetta hoped, Willie begged her to be part of Janet's demise. Elizabetta had enticed Willie beautifully telling her of the delights that awaited her when Janet realized that Willie was not only still alive, but an active participant in her impending death. After the incredible exchange with Willie followed by the day in bed, Elizabetta could not wait to spring her plan on Janet. While a housemaid was dressing Willie for dinner, Elizabetta retired to her office to call Janet. Even though it was nearly 8pm in Switzerland, it was not even lunchtime in Seattle. As expected, Janet was breathless when she answered the phone. She fully expected this would be the news she had been waiting for, that Janet had completed her task and her wife was dead and gone. "Elizabetta? Oh my God! Is it, is she?" "Shhh, relax my dear. I said I would call." "Well?" "Yes, my darling. It is done. Just as I described to you." "Oh my God. I don't know what to say. I feel relieved, but I also feel sick." "Not another word my dear." "Yes, of course. Forgive me." As Elizabetta spoke to Janet, she pictured this beautiful woman on the phone - so feminine, so exquisite. Why did she have to lie to her and ruin what could have been so wonderful? "My darling, a change in plans. I must see you. I must have you with me." "Yes, yes of course. I feel the same Elizabetta. I can be in New York tomorrow." "No my love. I want you here with me. I want you to see all of it. It will complete you to see how it happened." Elizabetta sensed the excitement in Janet's voice. That same deep arousal that made her seduction so easy was going to be used to Elizabetta's advantage once more. "But Elizabetta you said...........?" "I know what I said, but things went so well, there are no traces, no clues, nothing. I want you my darling. Please come to me. I've taken the necessary precautions to be certain of your safety." Elizabetta knew after what happened in Connecticut that Janet could not say no to her. Janet would follow Elizabetta's instructions and come to Switzerland. In the end, it would be Janet who would suffer the fate that she had intended and paid dearly for her loving wife. There was no need for further conversation, so Elizabetta cut the call short. "Janet darling, I must run. You will receive a fax with the travel plans in a few minutes. Don't disappoint me my love. Goodbye." Janet did not get a chance to say goodbye, the line went dead after Elizabetta's words. She went over to the fax machine and waited impatiently for her message to arrive. Normally she had assistants to do such menial chores, but Janet could not wait or risk it being misplaced. She was a wreck. She needed Elizabetta, she needed to know that she could have her life back and at the same time, Elizabetta as well. Within a few minutes, the machine came to life and Janet could see the number was outside of the country. Her heart raced as the message slowly appeared in the machine. Elizabetta was very wise. An email could be traced, but a fax would not even be considered. Elizabetta knew that Janet would take the copy with her. She had expertly created a trail for Janet's journey that could not be followed. Gerta had made the arrangements following the meeting the day before. Janet was booked first class on a British Airways flight that evening non-stop from Seattle to Heathrow in London. Once in London, she would check into the Savoy Hotel. The next morning, without checking out from the hotel, a car would come for Janet and take her to Stansted airport where she would board a private jet for the short flight to an airfield not far from Elizabetta's estate. Janet's trail would go cold in London. No one would be able to trace her beyond that point. Everything was in place. Following dinner, Elizabetta told her staff that she did not wish to be disturbed and went to join Willie who had already been taken to her suite. Knowing what was coming in the next few days made her night with Willie even more enjoyable. Janet left her office shortly after 1PM and went home to pack. Per Elizabetta's instructions, Janet left word with her secretary Brenda that she was taking a personal trip to London and would be out of reach by phone or email until she returned to Seattle in about a week. Any business matters would need to wait or be referred to one of her associates. Just as Elizabetta hoped, Janet was leaving just enough breadcrumbs for those who might be looking for her when she failed to return. Knowing that half a world away, a beautiful woman, one with whom she had shared her bed, was willingly preparing herself for a one-way trip, drove Elizabetta to new heights of passion and lust. Willie was more than happy to fulfill her wishes in any way. Nothing like being spared the gas chamber to give you a whole new outlook on life! Janet packed lightly, figuring that there would be plenty of things for her to wear at Elizabetta's for any occasion. With only a small, wheeled suitcase just large enough for a few pairs of shoes and boots, some lingerie and her makeup, her briefcase and her purse, Janet was off to Sea-Tac Airport and on her way to London. The flight was a dream. Janet took the opportunity to decompress with the assistance of some vintage wines and gourmet food. No phone calls or messages on her Blackberry, she had cut herself off from her life - for the time being at least. Even though she slept on the plane, the time change took a toll and she was grateful for the easy passage through customs and then to her suite at the Savoy. With only a brief interlude for a light supper, Janet slept through the night. As carefully spelled out and prepared by Gerta, the car was waiting to take Janet to nearby Stansted Airport late the next morning. Janet left some of her things behind, but brought along her boots and lingerie. While Janet was being driven to the private jet, Elizabetta took Willie on a sightseeing trip around the area. There were the snow-capped mountains, the clear streams and the large lake - the same lake that would soon become Janet's final resting place. Aside from the obvious plans of keeping Willie out of sight for Janet's arrival later that day, Elizabetta made no mention of her other plans to her guest. She did not need Willie to grow anxious or worse yet - have second thoughts about Janet's fate. Elizabetta was disappointed to lose the chance to feed her perverted lust at Willie's expense, so she wanted to make certain there would be no such issues when Janet took her place. It was quite an ethereal experience for Elizabetta as she reflected on the day she spent sightseeing with Janet in Connecticut in much the same manner as she was doing with Willie today. Elizabetta truly adored Janet and even though there was remorse over her decision, she knew that there was no alternative. The value of her identity was paramount and would be maintained at all costs. As far as Janet was concerned, Elizabetta knew she must be killed - and she was going to enjoy doing it. Willie was taken to a guesthouse upon their return to the estate. She would wait there, with a housemaid as company, until Elizabetta summoned her. The peaceful days and lust filled nights had made Willie very cooperative and compliant to the woman who at one time had planned to kill her. Elizabetta was confident that Willie would perform perfectly when her time came. It was late afternoon when the black Mercedes 500 sedan pulled up the long cobblestone driveway. Elizabetta stood in the doorway and smiled as she watched Janet exit the car. Seeing Janet looking so lovely reminded Elizabetta what a perfect lover she was. While there would be remorse killing this beautiful woman, the fact that she had been Elizabetta's lover would make her demise that much more pleasurable. Janet negotiated the cobblestones beautifully in her stiletto heels rushing to Elizabetta's waiting embrace. Janet was elegantly dressed in a black Armani suit and ranch mink. Elizabetta was once more dressed in an impeccable equestrian ensemble. Elizabetta closed the distance and opened her arms as they came together in a warm hug and kiss. As Elizabetta held Janet, she could feel the woman shudder as she wept. It was not something a normal person could manage - killing another person, or making such a thing happen. Elizabetta was an exception. She not only enjoyed the kill, she reveled in the hunt and capture leading up to it. And the most pleasurable time of all was when the victim didn't realize they were the prey - until it was too late. Janet was going to be Elizabetta's best, her most enjoyable kill. Elizabetta turned and guided Janet into the house with her arm holding her close. She escorted Janet into her private study and closed the door behind them. Janet sunk into a plush leather armchair and buried her head in her hands and wept. Elizabetta looked down at her as she stood against the thick wooden door. She almost felt sorry for her - almost. Mumbling from behind her hands, Janet spoke, "Oh Elizabetta, I have been a wreck. I have blood on my hands. I don't know what made me think I could do this and not feel this way." Elizabetta sat in a chair opposite Janet and leaned forward towards her. She took a hold of Janet by her wrists so that she could see her face. "Janet, Mon chere, why do you despair like this? The woman had it coming to her. She offered you no choice." "But I killed her, she is dead." Elizabetta was so cold, a master of deceit. Even if Janet suspected that things were not as she was told, she would never ever pick up any clue from her hostess. "Yes, the bitch is dead. She is gone without a trace, just like I told you she would be." "How, I mean how was it? Did she struggle?" "Do you really want to know the details?" Janet nerves were raw, so exposed. It was so unlike her to appear so vulnerable to anyone. She looked at the floor as she replied. "No, you're right. I don't want to know. I don't think I could handle it." Seeing that Janet's emotions were totally frayed, Elizabetta easily reeled her in. She moved over and sat on the ample arm of the chair with Janet. Elizabetta reached over and stroked Janet's back tenderly. Starting with broad strokes of her palm, she then ran the sharp tips of her long red nails against the soft skin of Janet's neck. In a soft whisper, Elizabetta purred into Janet's ear, "Darling, remember the day we spent in Connecticut. You had no such doubts or fears." "Yes, I remember." Janet whimpered. "It is only natural for you to feel some degree of remorse." Elizabetta chose her words carefully making certain that her knowledge of Willie's true identity remained secret. "But that day you were so certain, so clear, so uninhibited." The last word was punctuated with Elizabetta's finger running behind Janet's ear - a particularly sensitive spot that the hostess had made note of in their previous time together. It was not long before Elizabetta had Janet making love to her - kneeling before her as the imperious blonde hostess sunk into the supple leather of the oversized chair. For each of them, it was a cathartic event - each of them accepting their place with the other. From their first meeting, Elizabetta knew that Janet would submit to her in any way she wished. She took advantage of this power as she rose from the chair and returned to the large leather chair opposite where Janet sat. Before she sat down, she relieved herself of her Hitchcock riding boots, her camel- colored jodhpurs, tights and panties. Elizabetta reclined in her chair and offered her bare pussy to her guest. There was no need for conversation. Like a puppet in a trance, Janet rose from her chair and went to her Hostess. She knelt in front of her, between her spread legs and Elizabetta guided her mouth to her pussy. Janet did not need any guidance or encouragement. After their time together in the private den, Elizabetta brought Janet up to her bedroom where they both took a long nap. Janet was weary from her travels and Elizabetta was exhausted from the cascading levels of lust and passion that she was reveling in from her two guests. By the time Janet woke up, Elizabetta had already dressed and gone downstairs to see to plans for dinner. Elizabetta had decided on a lavish affair that would include Dietrich and Gerta as well as two other women who worked at the estate. All of the guests except Janet were all members of Elizabetta's very private coterie and would know exactly what was going on. The large gathering would be disarming for Janet and cloak Elizabetta's plans. As all these preparations were taking place, Willie was safely tucked away in one of the guesthouses with one of the trusted housemaids for company. She would stay there until the appropriate time when Elizabetta would summon her. Elizabetta was stunned when Janet entered the dressed in an exquisite strapless gown. Knowing the events for the evening, the hostess had picked the ensemble out for her and had a valet summoned to her suite to dress Janet. She was resplendent in a strapless floor length gown in rich black velvet. Completing Janet's ensemble were shoulder length black kid leather gloves with three black pearl buttons at each wrist, matching pearl bracelet, drop earrings and four-strand choker in elegant fresh water pearls. Elizabetta also made certain that Janet was properly corseted in a very fitted lace up corset that narrowed her waist and accentuated her lovely breasts showing a perfect d?colletage. As beautiful and desirable as Janet looked, Elizabetta did not have any second thoughts about her fate. Janet would succumb to her again tonight, just like she had this afternoon. And once Janet had given herself to the hostess once more, she would die and join her predecessors at the bottom of the lake. Elizabetta was equally stunning and elegant, just like the night when she took Willie to the casino. Elizabetta adored dressing for the kill. She chose a off the shoulder dress in crimson silk brocade, the tailored hem falling just below her knees. An underbust corset pulled her waist in quite tightly. It also filled the dress beautifully pushing her breasts up and into the cups. Black seamed stockings accentuated her long shapely legs made even more appealing by the gorgeous Louboutin black patent stilettos with five-inch heels. Unlike Janet, Elizabetta was not wearing gloves allowing her to exhibit long red perfectly manicured talons. Elizabetta had gone to great lengths to orchestrate the most elaborate stage for this event. She had the entire day choreographed, from Janet's arrival to her involuntary surrender. So far, everything was going perfectly. At Elizabetta's invitation, the group sat down to dinner and began a sumptuous feast laced heavily with wine and exotic cuisine. It was well past 10pm when Elizabetta summoned one of the staff and whispered into their ear. The evening had gone very well and all of those in attendance were enjoying the food and the company. Janet had let go of the angst about her departed wife and relaxed. Janet had no inkling that she would soon take Willie's place as Elizabetta's latest victim. The hostess's instructions to the attendant were quite clear. "Bring champagne for everyone and the special glass to Ms. Collins, the one marked with the red ribbon. Schnell!" The attendant nodded obediently to her Mistress and vanished into the kitchen. She returned shortly with a tray of eight crystal-fluted glasses, filled with champagne. She distributed the glasses to the guests at the table and nodded to Elizabetta when she put the glass in front of Janet. At that point, Elizabetta stood to make a toast, "To all of you here, my warmest regards. You are all so kind to come here and welcome our guest of honor, Janet Collins." Elizabetta hoisted her glass in Janet's direction and all at the table, including Janet, emptied their glasses. As the guests returned to their seats, their glasses were refilled by the attendants. Following the toast, the guests all resumed their conversation and consumption. Elizabetta kept a very close eye on Janet waiting for her guest to show the signs of discomfort that comes from the drug she unknowingly ingested with her champagne. It would just be a few moments. This was not the first time that Elizabetta had subdued a guest in this manner. Elizabetta smiled as she first noticed the first signs of the drugs taking effect on Janet. She was staring at the champagne glass then stroking her throat. One of the obvious symptoms of Catamyn was a dry throat. The hostess knew that Janet would soon succumb to the drug. As Janet's look of panic grew, Elizabetta's smile broadened. Feigning a look of distress, Elizabetta innocently asked Janet if she was feeling alight. A hand flush against her bare chest, Janet opened her mouth, but only the sound of passing air was heard. Her eyes widened as panic quickly consumed her. Elizabetta quickly took control. She called Gerta to help her get Janet out of her chair. As she circled around the table to Janet's seat, Elizabetta called on her cell phone for the gurney to be brought in from the loading dock at once. The remaining guests at the table looked on approvingly, all aware of the plans for Janet. Elizabetta pulled Janet's chair out from the table, slipped her arms under Janet's and began to lift her up out of her chair. Gerta bent over and grabbed her ankles as the two women moved Janet away from the table. As they lifted the gorgeous blonde up from her chair, her body was almost completely limp. It was a sizeable dose and the drug had worked very quickly. Janet's eyes were wide in fear and panic. Elizabetta did her best to reassure her. "Don't worry dear one. I think you've just had a bit too much to drink. We'll take good care of you." Janet's anxiety peaked when she saw a gurney being wheeled into the large dining room, the rubber wheels silent against the hardwood floors. A petite blonde in a white nurse's outfit pushed the gurney next to where Elizabetta and Gerta stood. Janet was unable to move a muscle. She was truly helpless. With the gurney in place and the wheels locked, it was a simple matter to swing Janet's body over the black vinyl cushions and lay her down. Gerta and Elizabetta then snaked several nylon straps over Janet's body and fastened her down tightly. As the two women laced the straps over Janet's body, the victim lay back motionless with her mouth open in panic, yet no sound was coming out. Within minutes of consuming her laced champagne, Janet was on her way to the clinic. The remaining guests continued their dinner as though nothing had transpired. They had obviously seen such events before. The three women were silent as they pushed the gurney out the rear door onto the loading dock and into the waiting ambulance. With the gurney secured in the back, they made the very short drive to the nearby building that served as the clinic. Janet was taken from the vehicle and wheeled into the examination room. The women went about their business with Janet able to do nothing more than watch. Still heavily sedated, Janet had become a spectator to what would be her own demise. Under the command of the powerful drug, Janet was released from her bondage and undressed. Elizabetta had carefully chosen Janet's ensemble for the evening knowing she would later be removing these items from a lifeless body. As a result, it was easy work to roll Janet onto her stomach and then relieve her of her gown and corset. With Janet naked, Gerta phoned Franz and made certain that the pipe was being delivered as Elizabetta had requested. The pipe was a devilishly simple device that allowed for the proper packing of the victim for disposal. It was a very heavy hollow square of heavy gauge steel approximately three inches square and eight feet long. It provided an easy method of first stabilizing and then securing the victim. Most importantly, weighing more than fifty kilograms, it served as excellent ballast for the final disposition of the victim. The day was beginning to take its toll on Elizabetta so she instructed Gerta, "I need some rest, dear. Flush our dear friend, then insert the IV with a Fentenol drip to let her sleep through the night. We could all use some rest and we can start fresh in the morning." "Certainly, Madame." "Oh, and make sure her mouth is filled as well." "Of course, Madame." Once Elizabetta left, Gerta went about the tasks at hand. After administering an enema and douche, she retrieved the items necessary to hook up the IV. Gerta positioned the items down on a steel table next to Janet and slipped on a pair of surgical gloves. It was not clear whether it was the drugs or the panic that kept Janet remained silent and motionless. When it came time to insert the large ball gag in her mouth, Janet opened her mouth without hesitation to allow Gerta to push it in place. She then lifted her head to allow Gerta to tightly fasten the strap behind her head. "Thank you, my dear. Madame will be pleased to hear of your cooperation." Gerta checked that the IV was properly dispensing the bag of saline solution mixed with Fentenol. Janet lay there and tried to absorb what had happened to her. Why was this happening? Did Elizabetta want to remove all traces of her deal by killing her too? She did not understand. Her mind was spinning in fear and clouded by drugs as she drifted off to sleep, bound and gagged and totally helpless. Even though Elizabetta was shielded from the nefarious enterprise in many ways, she did not wish to tempt fate over concerns of some of her victims' bodies being discovered. It was paramount that she created an infallible plan for disposal of her victims. The victims were first cocooned in layers of fiberglass to protect their bodies from the ravages of time from their watery tomb. The weight from the steel bar would allow the bodies to quickly descend to the bottom of the very deep lake. An air vent was installed in the cocoon to prevent any air from building up inside as the body went through the natural process of decomposition, hastened by the absence of any form of embalming. Once properly prepared the bodies would be taken to nearby Lake Greifensee and dumped at the deepest point. This lake was not very large, but extremely deep. No evidence would ever be found, save for occasional bubbles escaping to the surface high above. Janet would be prepared in this fashion. Like those before her, there would be no trace of her death. Elizabetta was in no rush. She could prolong Janet's death as long as she chose. But for tonight at least, what she needed was rest. Gerta would prepare Janet for the night. Once in her suite, Elizabetta was soon naked and after a quick shower, in bed. Sleep consumed her quickly. There was no guilt or remorse over what she was about to do. Once Franz delivered the pipe to Gerta, she left Janet laying peacefully on the gurney. A soft kiss on Janet's forehead and she was gone, leaving the victim alone with her thoughts.