Shan got a telephone call from one of her rich ‘friends’…

“Hi, Shan, I’ve got a big problem that I need you to make ‘go away’ for me.”

“What’s up?”, Shan asked.

“I need someone to disappear…”

“I don’t do that sort of thing”, Shan replied. “I’ve never been into wet work.”

“Not… ahem… die”, the friend continued, “just disappear. You know, just be permanently unavailable. Like you did to Shannon James…”

“How the hell did you know about that!”, said Shan, indignantly.

“With the money I have I have contacts”, the man said, matter-of-factly. “Now, I know you have the facilities to do it, I just want you to do it for me. I think that the way Shannon ended up would be a good ‘look’ for this woman, as well…”

“Her name’s Vicky Traynor”, the man continued. “She’s a local reporter, and she’s getting way too nosy. Either you deal with her, or I may have to get a little more drastic. At least if you do it, she’s still alive somewhere and there’s no body to be found…”

“Ok, we’ll handle it”, said Shan. “There will be the usual expenses, of course.”

“Not an issue”, the man replied. “Do this without any complications, and I’ll pay for the new equipment for the medical bay. All of it…”

There was a pause.

“That serious a problem, then”, Shan said. “Ok, I’ll get it done as soon as I can.”

That evening, Shan got Stacey and Hannah to start following Vicky, making notes about her routine. By observing her, they found out that Vicky visited the beach every night for a swim. She also did this so late that the beach was completely deserted, as she liked her peace and quiet and it helped her to relax…

This was going to work against her now…

Vicky went out for her swim one evening. As she was lazily floating around, she felt something brush against her.

A wetsuit clad arm suddenly wrapped around her waist and pulled her under before she could cry out.

She fought and struggled to get free, but the lack of air was making her weak.

Something jabbed her in the shoulder, and she passed out…

When she woke up, everything looked strange. She could feel the rocking of the waves, like she was on a boat.

She tried to find out where she was, but it was quite dark. Everything about her felt padded and made of something like rubber. She could move about but because everything was padded hitting it had no effect. There also seemed to be no door or any fittings of any sort. The ‘enclosure’ was cylindrical and reaching up over her head her hands were stopped by some kind of barrier.

Suddenly, the motion of the waves stopped, and she could hear a faint clicking noise…

She could tell that she was being lifted, almost like…

She suddenly realised where she was and tried to scream with terror…

She was sealed inside one of the ‘floats’ of an inflatable boat! She was also firmly bound and gagged…

Humming quietly to herself, Hannah winched the boat onto the trailer attached to her 4x4.

Looking at her watch, she realised that Vicky should be awake by now, and she couldn’t have that…

Pumping some air into the float, ostensibly to make sure it was serviceable, Hannah pressed the button to add the strong sedative gas to the air.

Inside the float, Vicky passed out…

An hour later, Hannah arrived back at Samoto.

Undoing the hidden fasteners at one end of the float, she slid Vicky out onto the floor. The unconscious woman was still dressed only in her swimsuit. Her towel, clothes and wallet had been left on the beach, along with her car in the car park, so it would look like something had happened to her at sea (which, technically, it had…!).

The next thing to check out was whether Vicky had left any notes relating to the stories she had been working on.

This would be up to Lisa to find out, together with some new equipment that had been ‘donated’ to the medical bay…

Vicky was just starting to wake up as she was carried into the medical bay and strapped down.

An advanced shock collar was fitted around her neck and Lisa’s hypnosis equipment was also fitted to her.

Vicky was woken up fully by the shock collar.

“What the…”, was all she had time to say, before the lights of the hypnosis system started flashing in her eyes and the white noise and various sounds started playing in her ears.

Vicky was subjected to this for twenty-four hours straight. Hannah hadn’t even dried her; her swimsuit had dried out on its own as the medical bay was warm. It was now getting wet again, however, as sweat was breaking out all over her.

“No… stop… please…!”, Vicky moaned, her head (the only part she could move) twisting from side to side.

“It’s OK, love”, cooed Lisa, stroking the tortured woman’s head and fondling her breasts. “It’ll all be over soon…”

Vicky whimpered and tried again to get free.

Lisa reached down to Vicky’s crotch and worked a finger into her vagina.

“God, you’re tight!”, she said. “When did you last have sex…?”

“Don’t… please… I’m a virgin…”, moaned Vicky.

“Oh, we’ll have to do something about that…”, said Lisa.

She bent, cut off Vicky’s swimsuit, lent down and sank her face into Vicky’s pussy.

Vicky moaned and arched her back. Despite all that was going on, she was really getting turned on by Lisa’s advances…

Just before Vicky was going to orgasm, Lisa pulled out. Instead, there was a massive shock from the collar.

“Naughty girl!”, said Lisa. “You haven’t earned it yet…”

“Tell me where you keep your story notes”, said Lisa, “you know you want to help me…”

Vicky bit her lip and arched her back again, trying to get Lisa to finish what she had started.

“I’ll do anything for you”, she said. “As long as you satisfy me…?”

Lisa placed her hand on Vicky’s crotch. Vicky moaned and nearly came right then, but Lisa took her hand away again.

“You know what I want. Give it to me, and you can have what you want…”

Still arching her back, desperately trying to find Lisa’s hands, Vicky told Lisa how to find her notes on her laptop at her flat. She also gave her all her cloud passwords, everything.

Lisa sent Stacey and Hannah to get the laptop.

Once they had come back, and Lisa had verified everything was there, she asked one more question.

“Does anyone at work have copies of this…?”

Vicky then sealed her fate.

“You’ve got to be kidding! I wouldn’t trust those reprobates with this until it was verified and published! I want my name on the exclusive.”

“Wanted, you mean”, said Lisa. “It’s not your problem anymore…”

She then gave Vicky the orgasm she wanted…

Stage one of the operation was completed.

Shan had the information that her ‘friend’ needed, and she had made sure that it was no longer in circulation. She had also made sure that Vicky Traynor was no longer in circulation, either.

Stage two was to make Vicky disappear.

She was an only child; her parents had died years ago, in a boating accident. They were the reason Vicky went swimming every night, because it was near to where she swam that they had died and it was her way of being with them.

Everybody thought that Vicky had taken her own life, especially when they found the empty pill bottle in her things on the beach (carefully planted by Hannah before she had left, with only Vicky’s fingerprints on the bottle).

Now Vicky had told them everything, it was time to make her disappear completely.

Leaving Vicky’s sexual desire for her intact, Lisa suppressed the rest of her mind, then started loading her up with the imprint she had designed for her.

Gabby Dahanna was going to be a cheerful 20-year-old student, studying healthcare and psychology at the local college after getting all her necessary entrance qualifications. She was Nigerian born, but small, being only 5’5”. This meant she was often being thought of as younger than she was and she often played on that by wearing pinafore school dresses and summer dresses as opposed to blazers, blouses and skirts.

This was a special kind of torture that Shan had insisted upon; Lisa wasn’t sure about it, as she was fond of Vicky (now Gabby).

“How is it going”, Shan asked, one afternoon.

“Almost ready to start programming her back up”, said Lisa.

“Good.”, said Shan. “Make her think she’s 14, not 20, she’s short enough and slim enough, and enrol her at the local senior school instead of college. Seeing has we had programmed those dresses into her brain she can wear their uniform instead. I’ve got one here that will fit her. It will be more fun when we switch her back into ‘Vicky’ mode.”

The special ‘Vicky’ mode allowed Gabby to remember who she really was, but it completely blocked her from asking for help or telling anyone. It also stopped her from removing her school uniform or doing anything to hurt herself.

 “Oh, by the way, as a thank you, I’ve made a slight modification to your programme.”, Shan said. “Seeing as you’ve already got me as your fiancée, you can’t really have another, so Gabby now thinks she is your adopted daughter. This keeps her around, and you can still have sex with her when she’s in ‘Vicky’ mode as Vicky fancies you…!”

This made Lisa smile.

“God, I love you”, she said, hugging Shan…

The next stage of Gabby’s ‘treatment’ was to seal her into the dark-skinned bodysuit and making sure she could never undo it. She was also fitted with an ‘afro’ wig and hair extensions.

Lisa thought she looked amazing.

Gabby was then dressed up in a full set of uniform from the senior school, a box pleat pinafore dress with matching tie and white blouse, white socks and patent shoes.

Lisa then reconnected the programming harness, and Gabby’s life history was programmed into the semi-conscious woman.

A few days later, Gabby was unstrapped, and she was allowed to wake up normally.

“Mmm… where…”, she said, shaking her head. Then she saw Lisa.

“Hi, mum!”, she said, in her perfect Nigerian accent. “I must have fallen asleep…”

“Yes, you did”, said Lisa. She then took out her phone, and pressed a button…

‘Gabby’ blinked and stared at Lisa, then looked down at what she was wearing…

“What have you done to me, you psycho!”, she said, in her American accent. “Are we playing schoolgirls now…?”

Lisa kissed ‘Vicky’ and Vicky returned the kiss.

“What’s with the uniform, anyway? You know I’m too old for it…?”

Vicky hadn’t mentioned once about the fact she was now black skinned. This was one of Shan and Lisa’s ‘security measures’.

“It’s ok, Vicky, you’re just roleplaying for me”, said Lisa. She then pressed another button on her phone.

“Am I late for school?”, Gabby asked.

“No, head off, you should just get there in time, they’re expecting you”, said Lisa.

Gabby skipped off out of the door, heading for college. Lisa was on Cloud nine as well…