Third Time - Part Fifteen free porn video

Author's note: This chapter is the second of final three chapters of this long and sordid tale. Your patience, and your comments - good and bad - have been most appreciated. G.A. The next morning, the small room where Janet spent the night bound, gagged and drugged provided a surreal sight to Elizabetta as she entered. She greeted her victim warmly, much like someone might greet a friend who was ailing in the hospital. Unlike the night before, Elizabetta was now dressed in a much more subtle and practical manner for the days' coming activities. Elizabetta was dressed in a powder blue latex cheerleader dress with a pleated skirt and tank top. Black patent stilettos went perfectly with the dress that was also matched to a black velvet collar with a porcelain cameo on the front. "Good morning, my darling. I hope you slept well?" Janet's eyes were nothing more than slits, reflecting the heavily medication. Elizabetta wanted her victim more aware as she was prepared so the lovely Dominatrix switched the IV tube from the sedative to a pure saline solution. Janet turned her head towards Elizabetta and looked at her with a blank stare. Janet still was unaware of Elizabetta's intentions. Things were going perfectly. Elizabetta walked around Janet surveying her work and enjoying every bit of it as she waited for Gerta to arrive. At this point, conversation with Janet was not worth the effort. There would be time for talk, but later, after Janet was cocooned and Willie was brought in to say goodbye to her wife for the very last time. Gerta soon arrived wheeling a handcart full of items before her. The cart was fill with several leather straps of varying lengths, a few hoods of leather and latex, a collection of gags, some with tubes and pumping bulbs attached, more than a dozen rolls of black gauze tape "Let's prepare the post and get her in place before the drug wears off Gerta." "Yes Madame." Coming from the experience, the two women worked efficiently. Another gurney was positioned right next to Janet. Leather straps were placed laterally on the unoccupied gurney. Then, with some difficulty, they lifted the heavy steel post and placed it on top of the straps so that the post extended for at least a foot from both ends of the gurney. The two women released Janet from her tight bondage and then they dressed her. It was with some difficulty because Janet was unable to offer any assistance. Her skin was being oiled to facilitate being fitted into a full body latex catsuit. While Gerta oiled Janet's body, Elizabetta filled Janet's cunt and ass with remotely controlled sizeable plugs. Elizabetta found that sexual arousal came in handy to control her victims when they became aware of their very lethal predicament. Before slipping Janet into a tight black latex catsuit, Gerta fastened a heart monitor just below her breasts. Elizabetta enjoyed dressing her victims. She loved the sound of the zippers slowly closing and pulling the tight latex over Janet's body like a second skin. With Janet encased from the neck down in skin-tight latex, the two women transferred her to the other gurney without any difficulty. With Janet in place and on her back, Elizabetta and Gerta tightened the leather straps on her body, permanently fastening her to the metal post now painfully digging into her back. At this stage of her preparation, there was no need to be gentle. With comfort not a concern, the straps were pulled very tight, indenting Janet's skin. It was very important that this bondage be very secure in preparation of her cocooning. Elizabetta smiled as she saw the straps squeezing into Janet's body. For her victim's final preparation to go smoothly, each step had to be done very carefully. Satisfied that Janet was securely attached to the post, Elizabetta decided she was ready for the next step. "Gerta, get the metal horses." "Yes, Madame." As Gerta carried out her task, Elizabetta retrieved an item from the tray next to the gurney. It was a large bright red rubber ball with leather straps extended from it. Leaning over her victim, Elizabetta smiled, "Open wide and say AHHH darling." Elizabetta did not wait for Janet to comply, she pressed the large rubber ball against Janet's lips and pushed. When Janet resisted, Elizabetta squeezed her nostrils shut with her other hand. Before long, Janet's need for air overcame her desire for self preservation. At that point, Elizabetta pushed hard against the ball and smiled more as it pushed back into Janet's mouth, silencing her. "That's it. Good girl." Elizabetta pulled the leather straps tightly around Janet's head and attached the roller buckle behind it. Nice and tight. By the time Elizabetta finished gagging her victim, Gerta had returned with the metal horses. The metal horses were sturdy adjustable vertical posts of steel stabilized on a wheeled platform. Each horse had a one-foot lateral extension of a rectangular shape that fit perfectly into the hollow opening on each end of the post. With these horses attached to both ends of the post, Janet's body would be raised off the gurney and completely exposed for her cocooning. The horses were placed at either end of the gurney with their lateral extensions raised to match the ends of the post, about four feet from the floor. One at a time, the horses were moved into position, the lateral extension sliding into the hollow post. When the extension was fully inserted, screws were tightened and the post locked securely in place on the two horses. Gerta lowered the gurney and moved it away. It was a most bizarre looking, but devilishly effective arrangement. With her body firmly strapped to the metal post, Janet looked as though she was going to be roasted over a fire. She was now completely exposed for the next step of preparation. Rolls and rolls of cloth tape saturated with fiberglass would be tightly wrapped around her body entombing her in a custom made sarcophagus. With Janet's body positioned as it was, it would be very easy for Gerta to do this. Janet was now beyond help, beyond hope. At this point Janet was far enough along to allow Elizabetta to explain what was happening to her and why. While Elizabetta circled her victim, Gerta busied herself retrieving the dozens of rolls of gauze and wheeling the steel table with the large bowl next to Janet's body. This was particularly enjoyable part of the process for Elizabetta. "My poor darling Janet, first we do this to your wife and now we do the same to you." Elizabetta stood over Janet's head and looked down into her panicked eyes. Hearing her wife mentioned gave Janet the first inkling that she was going to die. "Yes, that's right my dear. I can't have you running off and telling others what I do here. I must protect myself and you, you have become a threat to me." Elizabetta got the expected reaction from Janet, even as helpess as she was. A loud moan and angst came from behind the large red ball filling her mouth. Elizabetta tapped a long red nail on the gag of the same color and continued. "We have been preparing for this since you left Seattle. Now that you are secured very tightly to a steel post from which you will never detach, I can tell you what is going to happen without any concern. As blurry as your senses are right now darling, you can feel that cold steel pressing against your back." As Elizabetta spoke, Gerta was dropping rolls of gauze wrapping in the bowl of liquid fiberglass. After soaking in the solution for a few minutes, these rolls would be unwound and wrapped around Janet's body, starting at her feet. Even with powerful exhaust fans running, the odor of the fiberglass permeated the room. Elizabetta looked down Janet's body to her feet, where she could see that Gerta had begun wrapping her in the fiberglass rolls that had been soaked in fiberglass. "As you can feel and smell my darling, Gerta has begun tightly encasing your body in layers of tight, unyielding fiberglass. Eventually it will dry and become an impenetrable shell. You will soon begin to feel and enjoy the wonderful restriction." Gerta worked quickly and methodically. With Janet's body tightly strapped to the post, her work went quickly. Soon, Janet's body was covered up to her waist with a layer of black gauze. Janet absorbed the sensations as her body was swallowed up by the fiberglass. Like a wet leather strap that would shrink as it dried, the gauze cocoon tightened on Janet's body as it hardened. And that process of hardening would grow with each succeeding layer. Elizabetta reached for an item from the table next to Janet's head and held it up for her to see. It was a very simple device, a four-inch diameter leather ring with matching one-inch straps on either side. Holding it in front of her, Elizabetta explained to Janet what she was about to do. "This is called a ring gag, darling. It is a very simple device that does two things. It keeps you from making any useless conversation while holding your mouth open for anything that I may wish to insert in it." Smiling as Janet cooperated with her, Elizabetta removed the ball gag and associated strap from her victim. "Now open wide, Mon chere." Not wanting to antagonize her in any way, Janet cooperated with Elizabetta. Seeing her victim hold her mouth wide open, Elizabetta complimented her. "Excellent darling. I see that you are beginning to accept your situation. Your assistance and cooperation can only help you. Now open wide. Yes, that's it. Good girl." Elizabetta guided the ring into Janet's waiting mouth. The ring was quite large and it took some maneuvering on Elizabetta's part to slide it into place behind Janet's teeth. Elizabetta pulled the straps behind Janet's head and fastened the buckle tightly, holding the gag firmly in place. "Yes, that's it, nice and tight. There might be quite a bit of tugging on this later on and I need to make sure it will stay in place." Elizabetta held a small piece of wax in her hands and rolled it into a cylindrical shape with her fingers. Holding Janet's face firmly with one hand, she pushed the molded paraffin into her nostrils causing Janet to sneeze. Moving ahead without any concern at all for her victim's discomfort, Elizabetta said, "Bless you, dear. I hope you don't have any kind of allergy to wax because these are going to stay in place. Your nostrils must be sealed." Janet now could only breathe through her mouth. Elizabetta retrieved another item from the table next to Janet and maneuvered above Janet's head to show her the heavy black latex hood. Mimicking a scene from Hamlet, Elizabetta gathers a heavy latex hood and holds it up before her. Casting a very approving stare, she muses..... "Yes, I think this will do quite well for you my dear Janet. At least it will work for a first layer. You need to help me here darling. Can you lift your head just a little bit? Come now, you don't want to make me angry, do you? Janet struggled to lift her head mere inches above the cold metal post. It excited Elizabetta tremendously to watch her victim assist on the false hope that somehow her life would be spared. Elizabetta would save that surprise for later. Elizabetta slid the shiny black hood over Janet's head in a not very delicate fashion. Her victim was fast losing any sense of humanity. Elizabetta was not concerned about comfort; she was the predator finishing off her prey. It was in this manner than she now treated her helpless victim. Elizabetta positioned the hood on Janet's head so that the eye, nose and mouth openings were in their proper place. Once that was done, she squatted behind Janet's head and after tucking her hair in place behind the tongue of the hood opening, pulled the heavy zipper from the top of her head to the base of her neck sealing the hood tightly on Janet's head. Janet was given no quarter. Elizabetta made a point to select a hood two sizes too small so it would fit uncomfortably tight on her victim's head. With the latex hood secured, Elizabetta repeated the process with a hood of heavy black leather. Elizabetta pulled the leather hood down over Janet's face and once again positioned the holes in their proper places. This hood tightened with laces instead of a zipper and that allowed Elizabetta to encase Janet's head even tighter. Elizabetta pulled hard on the laces as the heavy leather closed over Janet's head. Any creases or wrinkles in the thick leather vanished as the hood was pulled ever tighter on Janet's head. Satisfied that she had pulled the laces as tightly as possible, Elizabetta tied the loose ends into a bow and stood over her victim to admire her work. "Hmmmm, so nice and smooth. Your hoods look so lovely on you, my darling." Elizabetta stroked the leather then slid her finger into Janet's mouth. Unconsciously Janet began to nurse on her finger. Elizabetta delighted at this sign of surrender and submission from her victim. "Very good, my darling. Such a wonderful mouth and tongue you have. Rest up my sweet pet, you may once more have a chance to show me your skills." Turning her attention to Gerta, Elizabetta directed her assistant's work. "Darling, don't start on her torso until I'm finished. Go up to her waist only." "Of course, Madame." Elizabetta walked down to Janet's feet and tapped the exterior of the gauze. She smiled when she heard a soft tap to her finger's touch indicating that the fiberglass shell was hardening in good order. "The shell is hardening nicely, Gerta; very good work. Make certain you pull the gauze very tight. We don't need to worry about our little darling slipping out of her cocoon." "She will not be slipping anywhere, Madame." "Excellent, my dear." Janet closed her eyes and began to weep. Unable to speak, she moaned in pain as she cried. Elizabetta was invigorated by Janet's reaction. Using a phone against a far wall, she summoned for Willie to be brought to the clinic immediately. In the meantime, Elizabetta continued her mental destruction of her victim. "Shhhh. There, there, my dear Janet." As she looked down at Janet, with only her eyes to speak, Elizabetta could see the word "why". This gave her the chance to explain what was happening. "My poor darling, remember when I said we had done this same process to your lovely wife Willie? Well, I lied." At that point, Elizabetta moved Willie into Janet's very narrow field of vision. Elizabetta held her tightly and kissed her warmly on the lips. Janet's reaction was instantaneous. Her beautiful blue eyes bugged out wide as she struggled and a loud moan of deep pain from beneath her gag. Janet had just seen a ghost! Acknowledging Janet's expected reaction, Elizabetta continued in a matter-of-fact tone. "A strange thing happened when I went to fuck her. Did you really think that I would not find out what you had done to this poor woman?" At Elizabetta's urging, Gerta took Willie away. She had served her purpose. Elizabetta was now free to vent her anger at Janet for the first time. "You stupid bitch! Did you think that you could lie to me? What kind of fool do you think I am?" More moans from Janet. Elizabetta continued. "You were not the only one to engage the services of Dr. Adams, my dear. And now my love, because you lied to me, it is Willie who will be the grieving widow, not you." The moment was there. Janet at once realized that she had been duped, she had willingly traveled thousands of miles to her death. "Oh, what's that?" Elizabetta mocked her victim. "People will miss you? I'm afraid not my darling." Elizabetta was reveling in this moment. She pulled up a chair and sat next to her victim and stared right in her eyes and ran her fingers over the tight leather encasing Janet's head. "You see my love, your friends, and your wife, will be grieving over the terrible tragedy." Elizabetta spoke slowly and clearly. She wanted to be certain that Janet understood everything she said. "What tragedy you say? I'm talking about the gruesome murder followed by a poor attempt to incinerate your body to cover up the crime. Oh not to worry my dear, we are not savages here. We are not going to burn you. But dental X-Rays we are about to take will be replicated on someone here who has not been living up to expectations." Elizabetta stood up and paced around her victim as she explained her fate, in the sexiest canter, her stilettos clicking sharply against the tile floor. "You see my darling Janet, her body will be discovered near Hyde Park in London, not far from the hotel where you are still checked in. And pity, the body will be burned beyond recognition, so they will have to rely on dental records for identification. You won't be missed my darling, everyone will know what happened to you. They will all believe it was your body found in London. My darling, my lover, no one will miss you because no one will be looking for you. No one!" Elizabetta stood tall and laughed heartily as she watched Janet absorb the news of her fate. "Oh, and those of your friends who knew of your plan to kill your wife? They will be crying at your funeral, right next to Willie. Your wife looks quite good in black. But you probably already knew that. You never should have lied to me you stupid bitch. It cost you your life!" Her anger partially vented, Elizabetta leaned over her victim and tenderly stroked the tight leather encasing her face. "My darling, my beautiful Janet. I loved you. I wanted you forever. I was going to bring you to Connecticut to live with me. I loved you. I LOVED YOU! YOU STUPID, FOOLISH WOMAN!!!" Elizabetta stood and walked away from Janet, fighting off tears. She truly loved Janet but now that her fate was sealed. Time was short. Elizabetta directed Gerta to hurry. Janet was sobbing loudly and writhing helplessly in her inescapable bondage. Still looking away from Janet, Elizabetta urged her assistant to continue. "Tight, Gerta. Make sure these wrappings are tight!" As much as her bondage would allow, Janet rolled her head from side to side and wept. She had become delusional. Elizabetta fought off her tears allowing her excitement to build as Janet approached the final stages of her preparation. Regaining her composure, Elizabetta turned to face her victim and looked down and smiled at her after she injected stimulant into the clear tube of her IV. The stimulant would quickly bring Janet to the desired level of consciousness. "Just a little while longer my darling. Just a little bit more time and you will be at peace. But not before you beg for forgiveness." "Madame. We are almost done. She is ready for the collar." "Yes, of course! Thank you Gerta." Elizabetta retrieved what looked like a short belt of thick black leather about four inches wide with laces at the ends. It was a posture-collar that when properly placed on her Janet, would force her chin up and away from her chest. Normally used as a training device, the use of it here would insure that Janet's head would be held in the proper position as her cocoon was completed so that she could give Elizabetta that one final gift that the Dominatrix lusted for from all of her victims. Crouching once more below Janet's body, Elizabetta helped Gerta to position the posture collar properly on Janet's neck before she tightened the laces behind it. "Gerta dear, make sure the collar is in position please." "Yes, Madame." The collar was not intended to be comfortable, but any discomfort Janet might endure as a result of this collar would be short-lived. As Gerta returned to the final layers of cocooning Janet's hips and legs, Elizabetta looked down at her victim with excitement and satisfaction. Everything was going beautifully. The passion and finality of what was about to happen was beginning to show on Elizabetta. She became a bit short of breath and had to step away from Janet and allow Gerta to continue. Gerta was ice cold with no emotion, the perfect assistant. Elizabetta would never forget how cold and calculating Gerta was when she cocooned her first victim, her husband! Each victim since was easier and Elizabetta knew that it would be impossible to make it through this process without her assistance. The collar was on and laced tightly in place. Gerta had finished wrapping Janet's legs to just above her hips. The fiberglass made a crackling sound as it hardened. Her neck and head were similarly imprisoned in tight leather and any remaining parts not yet cocooned were encased in the tight latex catsuit. Elizabetta and Gerta went to opposite ends of their victim and using the horses attached to either end of the metal post, lowered Janet's body so that she was about three feet above the floor. It was the perfect height to allow Elizabetta to lower her cunt onto Janet's mouth giving the victim one last pleasure before she died. With long legs resting on six-inch stiletto heels, three feet was the perfect height to use Janet one last time. "Come Gerta, let's leave our little friend for a while so she can wake up and her cocoon can harden. She should be ready in about 30 minutes." As Janet lay there suspended above the floor, her few remaining senses began to come to life. In the silence and darkness of the room, the only sound was the crackling noise of her fiberglass cocoon. The only part of her body that she could move was her eyelids, tongue and fingers. Time was a blur and in what seemed only minutes was in reality well over three hours. Elizabetta entered the room escorted by Gerta. Janet knew of their entrance only by the sound of the stilettos clicking on the tile floor. Janet could not even move her head to see who it was. Unless in her very limited field of vision, Janet could only guess who was in the room with her. Elizabetta and Gerta alone would carry out the final act. Only when the victim had been killed would Elizabetta need the assistance of others in her extremely loyal staff. Such would be the case with Janet. Once Elizabetta played out this final scene to her ultimate pleasure and satisfaction, Gerta would finish the cocooning and Willie would once more join them to witness Janet's final disposition at the bottom of Lake Greifensee. Janet would be put on a launch and taken to a specific location on the lake and dropped into the water. Weighted and prepared as she was, Janet would quickly sink to the bottom at this very deep part of the lake and join those who fell prey to Elizabetta before her. It was very late when Elizabetta went to rest, to change and check on the soon to be grieving widow, Gerta continued working on Janet, checking the wrapping and adding additional layers where she felt necessary. The next morning, Elizabetta returned in her costume de mort, her suit of death. A large part of the victim's death was dramatic staging. Elizabetta had extraordinary taste in fashion and dressing for the role of executioner was something she relished. For Janet's last moments of life, Elizabetta wanted to look her best and to also present such an imposing presence to her victim to be assured that Janet would comply with all of Elizabetta's wishes, even with the reality of death confronting her. Elizabetta looked every bit the part of Janet's executioner in an elegant wasp-waist corset made of shiny black leather with silky smooth charcoal Fogal stockings attached to six garters, the seam arrow straight down the back of Elizabetta's long legs; matching black kid leather neck corset; shoulder length black kid leather gloves; beautiful black kid stilettos with 6-inch heels; and a Victorian style top hat in black felt with an elegant veil pulled down tightly against Elizabetta's face. The time had come for Janet. This moment had been paramount on Elizabetta's mind ever since she realized how Janet had lied to her. Gerta and Elizabetta approached the motionless figure in the center of the room. It was a very somber scene, the morning light snaking through the small windows. Starting at her feet, Elizabetta ran her gloved hand up along the sarcophagus that Gerta had expertly entombed Janet in. Gently tapping the exterior of the enclosure, Elizabetta was very pleased to hear a sound knock each time indicting that the shell had hardened as expected. "An excellent job my dear. The shell has hardened completely." "Thank you, Madame" "I trust that you will do a similar job on her head when she is ready?" "Of course, Madame." Continuing the careful examination of her victim, Elizabetta made sure that the shell was completely firm, no soft spots. She also checked the few exposed leather straps to make sure none had loosened, especially the one over Janet's forehead. She finally checked the hoods and collars to make sure they were in alignment and that the collar was tight enough. Janet would die at Elizabetta's call, not because of some incorrectly placed bondage device. Seeing that everything was ready, Elizabetta swung one leg over Janet's body, much the way someone might mount a horse. Janet's body had been lowered to the perfect height, just below Elizabetta's crotch. Low enough to allow Elizabetta to transit along Janet's body without any difficulty and high enough so that it would take very little effort for Elizabetta to give Janet the gift of her beautiful sex. "Is the heart monitor working, dear?" "Yes. Madame. I am getting a reading." "What is her heartbeat now?" "It has been about 140 since we came in the room, Elizabetta." "Excellent, our friend is awake. Watch it carefully from now on, my dear." "Yes, Madame." Elizabetta moved up Janet's body and into her very limited field of view. Her already very moist cunt slid easily against the smooth latex. The wide-eyed look of panic in Janet's eyes fueled the passion of the Dominatrix. Soft moans escaped from the ring gag, still firmly in place in Janet's mouth "Shhh, my darling. Everything is alright. Just relax. Just relax and listen to me, yes? "ahhhh" "I'll take that as a yes, darling. Gerta?" "128 Madame" Elizabetta was pleased that Janet was calming down a bit. Ever since a victim denied her the pleasure of killing them by suffering a massive heart attack at right about this point, Elizabetta was very careful to move ahead slowly lest she once again deny herself that greatest of pleasures. "Now, with no small amount of effort, Gerta and I have been able to wrap you up nice and snug in this very special enclosure. You must be nice and warm in it, yes?" "ahhh." "Well, we want you to be comfortable darling." "ahhh" "Now, you have been quite proficient bringing me pleasure with your tongue, just like you did that wonderful night in Connecticut, no?" The sadness apparent in Janet's eyes as Elizabetta again reminded her victim of her fatal deceit. "I need you to please me once more, just like you did that night in Connecticut. Don't worry about your arms my love, your body and head are held quite tightly so you can please me." In a mocking gesture of compassion, Elizabetta leaned forward and stroked the smooth black exterior of Janet's leather hood. "Now, my darling. Show me that wonderful tongue." Then her mood suddenly changed. "Show it to me, you lying bitch!" In one swift motion, Elizabetta lunged forward and pushed her cunt down onto Janet's mouth cutting off her air. She came almost immediately when she felt Janet's useless struggle to breathe and her desperate tongue pull her hard and swollen clit into her mouth. Janet's eyes reflected her panic while at once she struggled to breathe while trying to please Elizabetta. "160, 165, 168....Madame!" Elizabetta pulled off to give Janet some air and to prolong her pleasure. Janet was almost incoherent. But overcome by lust, Elizabetta could not help herself as she once again pressed her cunt down tightly onto Janet's mouth. "Gerta!" "140, 145, 148.....holding there, Madame" Sensing that her victim's situation was somewhat sustainable, Elizabetta pushed down on her mercilessly. Janet did all she could to please her. Elizabetta aided Janet's fucking by reaching down between her legs and sliding her lips apart, allowing Janet's tongue to plunge deep inside her. "155, 158, 158....Madame!!" Once more Elizabetta pulled off of Janet's mouth as the victim gasped for air. She was weakening and the time had come to bring these proceedings to an end. Elizabetta made sure everything was ready. "Take you place, Gerta." Silently, Gerta took her position within a few feet of Janet. She needed to be close by to tell Elizabetta when her victim was dead. Now was the time for Janet's final mindfuck. Things had gone so smoothly with Janet. This would allow Elizabetta to enjoy this step that much more. Once more she wiggled her way up her body and into Janet's range of view. Janet's eyes were wide open and bloodshot. Janet was doing a remarkable job staying conscious, but Elizabetta knew from experience that her time was short. Fully aware of Janet's limitations, Elizabetta moved quickly. "Janet darling, how are you, my love?" "ahhhh........" was the only sound she was capable of making. Elizabetta stroked Janet's hooded head with her gloved hand. Lust filled her as she saw black leather on black leather. Her pulse quickened, but she forced herself to take her time, enjoy this final step. Elizabetta would draw no pleasure from Janet once she was dead, "You have been such a dear to handle all of these things I have done to you. We'll be done soon, I promise." Elizabetta almost came just at the sight of hope in her victim's eyes. As she continued, she pressed her swollen lips against Janet's chest. "I will make sure that I tell Willie how sorry you are for what you did to her - and to me. I will make sure to tell her how much you loved her and how you were willing to do anything to win her back. Isn't that right, my love?" "ahhhhh......" "Gerta!" "135, 136, holding............" "Yes, darling. I will tell her all about how sorry you were. You never wanted to harm her, no less kill her." "ahhh.....?" "No darling, you won't be able to tell her." "ahhhh....?" Elizabetta was baiting Janet beautifully. Her victim would soon realize that her fate was sealed. "I'll give you one last chance my darling. I will give you a chance to use that wonderful tongue of yours on me and if you please me, then I may let you live." "130, 126." "That's right, my darling. Just relax. Breathe in deeply, my love. Take your time. There is no rush." Janet's eyes narrowed almost to slits but she stayed focused on that beautiful woman on top of her. "120, 118, 117......" "Shhhh, that's it Mon chere. Don't worry. Relax. That's a good girl." Elizabetta did a wonderful job of lulling her victim into a false sense of security. Making her believe that she actually had a chance to live when in reality there was none. "Get ready, my darling, here I come. Remember, make it good, make it very good." With her hands firmly planted on the sides of Janet's head, Elizabetta once more thrust her body forwards and planted her cunt firmly over her victim's mouth. Janet did not disappoint her. Her tongue stretched and reached and worked feverishly bringing intense pleasure and delight to Elizabetta. The sound of Gerta's voice guided Elizabetta's actions as she pressed herself harder down onto her victim's mouth. "130, 133, 135........." "Make me cum you bitch! Do it!!" If it was at all possible, Janet's tongue seemed to move quicker and deeper into Elizabetta. The Dominatrix shook, her head thrown back in ecstasy and she came in waves. "150, 155, 157.....Madame, I think she's going." "Let the bitch go, Gerta. Let her go!" That was Elizabetta's signal that Gerta no longer needed to be concerned with Janet's escalating heart rate. The only thing that Gerta needed to tell her Madame was when Janet was dead. That would be soon enough. Elizabetta became more animated. She gripped the sides of Janet's head as she pushed her cunt down on her victim's mouth harder and harder. She rode her head and pushed herself down and smothered her. Elizabetta continued to feel Janet's tongue at work, but the movement was becoming slower and weaker. With Janet totally cocooned, there was no way to perceive any struggle as she suffocated. The only sign was the look in Janet's eyes. Elizabetta had the pleasure of seeing that. "Look at me, my dear little slut. I am the last person you will ever see." Elizabetta pushed her body down tightly over Janet's mouth. She continued to push down with all her strength as she stared into the blank look in Janet's eyes. Janet was dying and Elizabetta was cumming. She rubbed her cunt against Janet's mouth as she struggled uselessly. It didn't take very long. They never did. In a very short time, Gerta silently walked up behind her and spoke softly to her Madame. "She's gone, Madame. Her heart has been stopped for almost a minute now." Still holding her victim's head tightly, Elizabetta let out a deep breath and seemed to relax. Gerta knew she needed to help her Madame down. Elizabetta was totally spent physically and emotionally by this ordeal. Before Gerta assisted her Madame, Elizabetta leaned over and said goodbye to Janet. "Goodbye, my darling. You broke my heart, but you were wonderful." Elizabetta lifted the veil over her chin to expose her mouth. Janet's lips were still warm as Elizabetta traced them with her tongue, tasting herself on Janet's mouth. She raised herself slightly and planted a warm kiss on Janet's leather covered face as Gerta helped her down off of her victim. "Here Madame, let me help you down." "Huh? Oh thank you, Gerta. You are such a dear." Elizabetta leaned heavily on Gerta's shoulders as Gerta helped her across the room and back into the chair where she had rested a short time earlier. "You might want to check my heart rate, Gerta dear." Both women laughed. "I'm so pleased that she performed well for you, Madame. You worked very hard on this one." "As have you, my dear Gerta. You have done an excellent job preparing her for me. You have pleased me." "Thank you Madame." "Are Franz and David ready?" "Yes Madame. They are at the main house waiting for my call. Here Madame. Please sit down and relax while I finish preparing her." "Oh thank you, Gerta. I don't know how I could do this without your help." Gerta handed the tall glass of water to Elizabetta and she took a long drink holding her veil out of the way. Gerta put the glass down and returned to work. There wasn't much more to do to prepare their victim for her final disposal. Gerta checked the heart rate monitor one last time to make sure that Janet was dead. As sadistic as Elizabetta was, there was only one "client" that deserved the horror of being buried alive. Even though Janet had deceived her, she was not deserving of such a fate. Satisfied that their victim had expired, Gerta went about finishing her work. She started by wrapping Janet's torso with the fiberglass soaked gauze. With even the limited concern for comfort gone, Gerta pulled each band of gauze very tightly around Janet's body. Pushed in tighter than a very restrictive corset, the black shell took on the appearance of a very lovely female silhouette. Since a decomposing body generates various amounts of gasses, part of the torso cocooning included a very short length of PVC pipe with a one-way valve. Any accumulated gasses would exit the cocoon, but the ice-cold water of the lake would not violate the cocoon. Gerta expertly wound the gauze around the pipe so when the fiberglass hardened, it would be a permanent part of Janet's tomb. Gerta admired her work as she circled Janet's body to make sure everything was perfect. With a pair of surgical scissors, she cut off the wire that was connected to the vibrator embedded in Janet's cunt. She also cut off the tube that connected to her IV. There was no need for further medication. A little more wrapping to cover those two items and Janet's sarcophagus was done. All that was left was Janet's head. "Make sure her mouth is sealed, Gerta. I will enjoy the knowledge that my sweet Janet will rest in peace with a tummy full of my cum." Gerta held up the pink gelled cock for Elizabetta to see. "This is the one, Madame." "Yes, that's it dear." "Of course, Madame." With the ring gag holding Janet's mouth open, it was easy for Gerta to slide the cock into her mouth. The cock extended slightly from the leather hood to cover snaps in place on the hood. Gerta pressed down on each side until she heard the sharp click of the snap connecting and then turned to other matters. As had happened with most of the other victims, Janet died with her eyes wide open. "What pretty blue eyes she had" Gerta thought to herself and she prepared to close then seal them. Gerta reached into the opening of Janet's hoods and lowered her eyelids. Two small discs of cotton went over Janet's eyes before a matching leather blindfold was placed across her eyes and snapped in position just like the gag. Sitting on a stool next to Janet's head, Gerta completed the victims' cocoon. Starting at the top of her shoulders, Gerta wrapped the wet gauze around Janet's head until it was sealed in three full layers. Gerta was very careful with this final step and seemed pleased with her work. Janet's body was now completely encased in a black shell of hardening fiberglass. Walking over to Elizabetta, Gerta extended her arms to help her Madame get up out of the chair. "Come, Madame. Our friend is all ready. All she needs is a little time for everything to harden and dry and that is it. While her shell hardens, Franz will come in and take the X-Rays that you need." "Time is something that she has quite a bit of, isn't it?" "You're quite right, Madame. All of eternity." "Indeed, my dear Gerta. Indeed." Always the obedient servant, Gerta escorted Elizabetta out of the building, into the house and to her bedroom. It was apparent that Elizabetta was completely spent and she would sleep for some time. But Gerta knew that Madame would need to bathe before going to bed. Willie had long since been dismissed and sent to her quarters. There was nothing further to be gained by her participation in Janet's death. Elizabetta knew that participating in her wife's death would have been too much for her already fragile state. Once Willie had revealed herself to Janet, she had served her purpose. Janet's capitulation was so much easier once she was aware of Willie's complicity in her demise. Willie would be summoned to join Elizabetta when it was time to deliver Janet to her final resting place. They retired to Madame's bathroom and Gerta undressed Elizabetta as the bathwater was drawn. Elizabetta sunk into the tub while Gerta sat next to the tub to keep her company. Elizabetta's eyes closed in the luxury of the warm scented water while she relived the events of the day and shared them with Gerta. "Our friend did well, don't you agree, Gerta?" "She held on very well, Madame. Frankly, it surprised me that she lasted as long as she did." "Yes, she was remarkable. It will go a long way to helping me forgive her for her indiscretion." "Excellent, Madame. I'm very pleased that the matter is now settled." While she dried off, Elizabetta told Gerta to remind Franz and David to be ready to go when she awoke." "Yes, Madame. Please get some rest." "And please make certain that my dear Willie has been dressed properly for the occasion." "Of course Madame." When Elizabetta woke up late in the afternoon, everything was in place. The disposal of her victims was almost as significant as their actual deaths and the beautiful blonde once more dressed the part. Elizabetta is lovely as always in black leather jeans, boots, white silk blouse, gloves and mink and once more, the widow's hat and veil. Upon her entrance into the dining room, Elizabetta was delighted to see that Willie had been dressed exactly as she had requested. Willie was so perfectly elegant in an ankle length black wool fitted skirt. It was so tight that she had difficulty walking in anything but short, mincing steps. Her knee high black kid leather boots with five- inch heels showed beautifully beneath the skirt. It was a cold, damp evening. Both Elizabetta and Willie could see their breath exhaling through the veils covering their faces. Willie slipped her arm inside of Elizabetta's and held on to her tightly as they crossed the cobblestone courtyard to the nondescript building in the distance. When Elizabetta and Willie entered the treatment room, Gerta was waiting for them. As Elizabetta spoke with Gerta, Willie approached the lifeless black form suspended in the middle of the room. Tears are visible running down her cheeks, but she was silent. Finally, she spoke, her voice echoing against the cold stone walls. "Elizabetta? Is she really in here? Is she..........?" "Dead, darling? Yes, quite dead. She expired earlier today. The heavy covering is to protect her body from the elements." "You mean in the lake?" Yes Mon chere. Now don't fill your head with such matters. Everything had been well taken care of, I assure you." Seeing Willie mesmerized by the sight of her wife's lifeless form, Elizabetta turns her attention to the tasks at hand. "Where are they Gerta?" "On their way, Madame. Your car is waiting as you asked. " "Very well." Moments later, two men entered the room. After respectfully acknowledging Elizabetta and her guest, they went about their work. At either end of the body, they loosened the screws holding the bar into place on the horses. Both being very stout men, they were able to lift the body and post and bring it to the waiting truck. Franz came back into the room and addressed Elizabetta. "We are ready for you, Madame" "Very well, Franz." The three women followed Franz out of the building and to the car. Gerta opened the rear door of the Mercedes while Elizabetta and Willie entered. Gerta got in the front seat. Franz got in to drive while David was in the van. The black Mercedes followed the white van down the driveway, past the gate and onto a narrow road. During the 15-minute drive through beautiful woods and winding roads, the car was silent. The two vehicles were traveling parallel to a lake. A few minutes more and the van pulled into a driveway and the car followed. A large two-story boathouse came into view. The van pulled into an open garage while the car parked outside. By the time Elizabetta, Willie and Gerta walked into the boathouse, David had opened the van and was wheeling a dolly into place at the side. The two women watched the men attach two lengths of chain to either end of the sarcophagus. As the inside of the boathouse echoed with the clicking sounds of the winch, Janet's body slowly rose from the floor of the van. Once it was clear of the van, the two men carefully guided the dolly away from the van and towards one of the three boats docked nearby. Janet's body gently rocked from side to side as David and Franz moved the dolly slowly towards the forty-foot caramel brown mahogany launch. It was a surreal image for Elizabetta watching this black form moving across the boathouse knowing what was permanently encased inside. While Gerta helped Elizabetta and Willie into the boat, Janet's body was securely lashed to the small platform on the stern of the boat normally used to allow swimmers to climb back on board. The timing was perfect. The sun had been down for about an hour. The sky was a clear deep dark blue dotted with thousands of stars. Elizabetta leaned back in her seat as the boat slowly slipped out of the enclosure. She put her arm around Willie and held her tightly. Their breath made traces in the cold night air as they waited to leave the dock. The deep rumble of the engines purred smoothly as the boat slipped across the smooth mirror of the lake. Still weary from the ordeal, Elizabetta closed her eyes and rested as the boat cruised to a pre-determined spot on the lake. Willie was also emotionally spent and she rested her head on Elizabetta's shoulder in a vane effort to fight the chill. The sudden stop of the motors startled them both back to consciousness. It was now time for Janet's journey to come to an end. The boat hovered over the deepest part of this very deep lake. Weighted as she was, Janet would descend quickly to the bottom and join her predecessors. There was no concern that Janet or any part of her would ever break free of her tomb and be discovered. As Franz and David untied Janet's body from the stern platform in preparation of her plunge into the lake, Elizabetta felt a final moment of compassion for her victim. "She was such a beautiful woman.' Elizabetta paused, turned to Willie and held her even more tightly. "And then there is her very lovely widow, Willie. You will always be part of my family mon chere." "Madame, she is ready." Elizabetta was smiling from her brief respite as she came back to the task at hand. "Are we alone?" "Yes, Madame. There is no one else on the water. No one at all." "Very well then. Say goodbye to our friend." David and Franz balanced themselves on the slim platform while Elizabetta, Willie and Gerta stood in the rear cabin and watched. "One, two..................three." A slight grunt followed by s gentle splash. Janet in her black tomb quickly disappeared into the dark water of the lake, a small parade of bubbles being the only evidence of her descent. In an instant she was gone. The two men returned to the driver's cabin and started the engines. As they had done before, the boat slowly circled so the place of Janet's final plunge was right at the side of the boat where Elizabetta and Willie were standing. Standing rock steady on their stilettos in the wobbly boat, Elizabetta and Willie said goodbye. Gerta handed both Elizabetta and Willie a single red rose as they looked down at the darkness of the lake. They tossed the roses out onto the water. "Goodbye, my darling Janet. You were a wonderful woman. And not to worry my dear, I will take very good care of your lovely Willie. Very good care." Elizabetta returned to her seat with Willie sitting close at her side. Gerta saw the cue and instructed the men to return to shore.