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Chapter Eleven - The Rescue Kurt stepped around the ladies as they stood trembling. "Hmm, perhaps we need to give you some nourishment before we do round two. I really don't have much time left for fun as my contact reported they will be here in four hours. Oh well, I would be irresponsible if I didn't look after my animals and we don't...want...that." Each word was punctuated with a solid swipe of his crop on an exposed bum cheek. The women were so tired, they barely reacted to the crop. Unhooking Jane, he hooked a lead to her bit and led her over to one of the small sized stalls. He casually looped the rope over a hook, knowing that in her bondage and condition there was no way she would escape. Pattie was similarly led to a stall and secured. They heard Kurt leave again. Their bondage had enough slack to allow them to almost touch each other and by leaning forward they were able to nuzzle cheeks. Both were too tired to attempt a conversation that would likely have been unintelligible. Neither noticed Kurt's return. "Now isn't that cute? Your new owners will love the fact that you two get along. I bet you would endure ANYTHING to avoid being separated." They turned to see him and spotted two large bags in his hands. They looked like IV bags which were soon hung above their heads on the same post as their leads. Reaching into his pocket he extracted two dildos. Before inserting them into brackets mounted at their mouth levels, he lewdly slobbered them with his tongue. With a solid click, the cocks were firmly attached to the post and the IV tube connected to them. Kurt roughly removed their bit gags and replaced them with ring gags. He lined up each of their mouths with the dildos and then eased their heads forward until half the dildo was buried in the pony's mouth. Using a length of binder twine, he tied their collar ring to the post which ensured they couldn't remove themselves from the cocks. "OK ladies, you now have 30 minutes to empty those bags. I have no idea when you will eat again but I am pretty sure it will be quite some time. By the way, this switch (he touched a toggle at the base of each dildo) has to be touched in order to release anything. I highly suggest you start sucking. I promise you there's nothing in there that will kill you but I guarantee you that it won't be like anything you bitches normally eat. If a bag isn't empty when I return I crop the other pony until it is." Finishing his lecture with a slap on their asses, he again left the room. Unable to see each other because of their gags, each had to decide if they were hungry or thirsty enough to follow his orders. There was the added threat of seeing each other punished for not complying. Pattie tentatively tried to suck on the dildo without swallowing any more of it and discovered that the only way to get liquid was to put her nose to the post. Retching but needing the nutrients she deepthroated the dildo. While her actions limited her taste of the concoction, she could not avoid the smell. Behind her, she could hear Jane suffering as she consumed her meal. Rick and Linda had made good time getting to the village and using the map Linda had, they were able to sneak up to the barn. Night had fallen and the storm seemed to be easing. Beside the main siding doors was a man door and beside that was a burlap sack curtained window. Through the shabby curtain they could see a figure backlit by a light as it (he?) moved around in the room. The sack prevented any observation of the occupant and they couldn't be sure it was Kurt. Huddled in the lee of a garage, they decided on a plan. Rick would sneak around behind the barn and look for a backdoor. The pamphlet had shown the petting area to be back there and it made sense for the smaller horse stable to be there. Without the petting zoo, that area should be empty. Linda was to remain on guard until Rick returned. If she saw Kurt arrive or leave, she would watch where he went and if possible carefully follow him. Discussions complete, Rick disappeared into the darkness. Linda continued to watch the figure behind the curtain. Impatient and worried about her mistress she decided to see if she could get herself underneath the window and perhaps hear what was being said inside that room. Using old sleighs and piles of debris, Linda crept up to the barn wall. She slid carefully along the wall until she was almost under the window. Hidden by the snow was an empty metal water pail and as Linda was moving to crouch down, she kicked it. It bumped up against the barn wall. Linda froze and hoped that she hadn't alerted whoever was in the room. Inside, Kurt had heard the pail. Stepping to the window he pushed aside the burlap curtain, spilling light into the yard. After a minute or so, he lowered the window and returned to his phone to see if cell service had come back. Below the window Linda had seen the light beam out of the barn and hoped that her position was low enough against the wall that she was not spotted. After a nervous minute that seemed longer, the curtain was replaced and Linda breathed a sigh of relief. Inside, she heard a male voice speaking. The words were difficult to make out but she thought she heard him end the call with "see you soon." That sent a chill down her spine. She decided to see if she could get inside and see if her mistress was there. Behind the barn, Rick had indeed found the former petting zoo. He could tell by the snow filled tracks that a pickup or SUV had driven there recently. The tracks disappeared through the sliding doors. Rick cautiously approached the man door and hoping both for oiled hinges and no lock, reached for the door handle. To his relief it opened soundlessly and he slipped in. Although dim, he could make out that he was on the ground floor of a hay loft. There were several doors along the walls. Two of them had lights shining under. One was oriented towards the front so Rick crept towards the other. He cringed as he slowly opened the door for it was not oiled and squeaked. He quickly ducked in and closed the doors. His eyes needed to adjust to the difference in light. As his vision cleared, he could see a miniature horse trot trainer similar to the ones he had seen at the pony stables on the island during their cruise last year. Beyond that he could see half a dozen stalls with names of long-gone horses above them and then on the far end of the room he detected movement. Picking up a piece of 2x4 at his feet he cautiously approached being careful of where he stepped. Halfway across the room and as he stepped around the training machine, he spotted two pony girls standing at wooden posts. Dropping his weapon, he ran to them and immediately knew he had found his ladies! Just as he went to undo the neck rope from one of them (Jane?), a cruel voice called out, "Not so fast you bastard! Step away from those ponies." Rick turned and there was Kurt. In one hand he held a long knife shaped like a scythe and in the other a length of binder twine. That twine led to a neck.... Linda's neck. Not knowing that Kurt had spotted her tracks in the snow, Linda has snuck quietly into the barn through the man door. She stopped to let her eyes adjust to the dimness. Across from her were the horse teams and two of them nickered, thinking she might be bringing a treat. She reflexively put a finger to her lips to shush them. Realizing this human was not bringing a treat, the horses returned to their slumber. Linda sighed and stepped forward towards the back of the barn. As she rounded a corner, a coarsely clad arm encircled her throat and pressed tightly against her neck. At a disadvantage, the man pulled her backwards and tightened his hold. Slowly Linda began to lose consciousness, eventually she slid down his body and to the floor. Kurt smiled as he recognized her. I don't know why she's here but it's obvious she suspects something. This is my lucky day. The Buyer will be here (he checked his watch) in less than an hour AND I've got myself a prime candidate for my own ponygirl. I'll be rich and happy! Before Linda could resist, she found herself being rolled over on her stomach and tied with binder twine. The thin, coarse rope was pulled tightly into her body at the wrists, elbows and upper arms. Bands were quickly wrapped around her chest above and below her breasts. A length was tied to her wrists, fed under her elbow tie and secured to the band behind her neck. Using a bit of force, Kurt pulled up her wrists bringing them closer to her neck and forcing Linda to arch her back. Finished with her upper body, he tied a short section from one ankle to the other, ensuring she would not be able to run away. Finally, he grabbed a dirty rag from the top of a hay bale and after forcing the entire rag into her mouth, he secured it with multiple wraps of twine. By now Linda had fully regained consciousness and immediately felt the cruelty of Kurt's bondage. Jerking her to a standing position, he tied another length of twine around her neck to use as a lead. "So...I am assuming you think your friends are down here eh?" Linda refused to look at him. "Well let's go see, shall we?" With that, he stepped quickly away and Linda shuffled as best as she could in her hobble. Jerking Linda into the Shetland stables he was just in time to see Rick undoing one of the ponygirls. "Not so fast you bastard! Step away from those ponies," Kurt snarled. There in front of him was one of the people who ruined his life! "So, I see you found my pony girls Rick. How about you step away from them right now and into that stall beside you?" Rick hesitated... "Hurry now Rick. If you don't, this thing (he jerked Linda forward), might get hurt," as he shoved the tip of the knife under Linda's throat. The two pony girls, still locked to the posts by their gags could only murmur and use their eyes to gaze towards their captor. Their tight bondage limited what they could see but Pattie immediately knew that Kurt must have Linda. Oh honey, why did you come? I really don't want this to be our goodbye. Rick had cautiously backed into the indicated stall as Kurt advanced into the room, still holding the knife to Linda's throat. Reaching the two bricks from his earlier actions with Jane, he nudged her up onto them and keeping an eye on Rick quickly tied off the neck lead above her head. "Careful now...buddy," said Kurt. "One wrong move and I kick these bricks away and you can watch her swing!" Kurt nodded towards some old binder twine draped over the stall wall. "I think I'd feel more comfortable if you weren't so mobile. Take some of that twine and tie it around your ankles. I want to see it tight and cinched. I know you know how to rope ankles, in fact I know a lot about your 'Master' reputation." Not wanting to antagonize Kurt and stalling for time, Rick did as asked. When done, Kurt nodded again at the wall. "Now, I want you to wrap that whole length around your wrists. You can do them in front, I'll take care of a proper tie later, after the ponies are gone (the ladies shuddered). Again, Rick did as told but made the wraps as loose as he could. Kurt wasn't fooled. "OK Rescue Ranger, take two of those bricks at your feet and pile them at the foot of the post. That's good...now step up on the bricks and reach way up to that nail. Hook your wraps over the nail and step off the bricks." As Rick stepped off, even the loose wraps became tight. Before he could think of a way of the calamity, Kurt stepped over and viciously punched Rick in the side. As Rick absorbed the hit, Kurt kicked the bricks away and stepped back. "Well, isn't this a nice little gathering?" he said. "I've got one of my arch enemies in a vulnerable position and as a bonus, his wife! Added to that are these two bitches (he nodded towards Pattie and Linda). I'm afraid we won't have long to reminisce as The Buyer will be here soon to pick up these two ponies. Considering what they do for a living, I am sure they won't mind dropping you off somewhere along the trail up high in the mountains Rick. Who knows, maybe before hypothermia kicks in, the wolves will kill you!" Kurt laughed evilly. "And if all that isn't enough, I get to keep this one (he hugged Linda who struggled to not fall off the bricks) to train as my very own pony girl. With the money I make from these two I will be able to live richly with my own pony and slave." Rick snarled and jerked at his bonds. Kurt stepped towards him and said, "Maybe I'll stick you right now so you'll leave a blood trail for those wolves." Just as he reached Rick and prepared to stab him, a firm female voice yelled, "Stop! Back away from that man!" As Kurt turned incredulously, he saw Constable Mackenzie, still in her snowmobile suit with a pistol aimed squarely at Kurt's chest. "NO!!!" exclaimed Kurt. He was so close to extracting his revenge and coming out ahead. It couldn't end now! Without thinking he lunged towards the Mountie and raised his knife. A shot rang out and Kurt slid to the floor of the stable, slowly a pool of blood emerged from under his body. As Rick was disentangling himself from his loose bondage, the constable quickly stepped over and using a knife slashed through the rope holding Linda erect. She eased Linda to the floor and then with care began cutting the ropes free. Rick and the constable each tackled removing all the hardware from Jane and Pattie. As they were consoled by Linda and Rick, Constable Mackenzie stepped out of the room and made a call. With the all-clear from the Mountie, Beth ran into the barn with a bag and after pausing at seeing the blood-soaked corpse on the floor, stepped around it to the foursome crying in the corner. She added her tears to the mix and once they had collected themselves Beth got them into the clothes she had brought with her. "For some reason, I thought...Beth, those girls will need clean clothes." Later that evening at the cabin as two tired but freshly showered dommes and the rest of their gang sipped on drinks and ate snacks provided by a very helpful Heather, they got caught up on what had happened. Soon after Rick and Linda had left, the cell service came back on. Beth was able to fill in Constable Mackenzie on their assumptions on who 'KW' was. The call was timely as they had just tracked the student to an outpost cabin where he had been able to make a fire and was warming up. With their wayward youth taken care of, Constable Mackenzie made a dash for town, picking up Beth as she passed the cabin. The Buyer had apparently just arrived when the shot was fired and he immediately took off. Unfortunately for him, he had gotten stuck in one of the passes and was spotted by a rancher who contacted the RCMP. It turned out that this criminal had been under suspicion for some time and with the evidence of the phone calls and emails on Kurt's devices, the Crown Attorney had approved the filing of charges. As the fire began to die out, Pattie noticed Linda staring pensively into the flames. "What's wrong little slave?" she asked. "Oh mistress, I am conflicted. I am SO glad you are safe and away from that horrible, horrible man but I am also disappointed that we won't be able to have our wedding ceremony." "Now why would you say that sweetheart? Of course, we will be getting re-married! We will delay it two days for everyone to recover and to give the House Mom here (she nodded at Beth) and her volunteers (she pretended to snarl at Marci and Heather) time to decorate this place." Linda perked up and that night instead of sleeping bound in her bed, she slept naked with her mistress. Despite their adventures, they found time to snuggle which led to other things and it was a couple of hours before a satisfied Lady Patricia pushed her slave away from her and pulled her up into a hug. Chapter Twelve - The Wedding The storm had blown out overnight and the day after the events at the barn dawned with a beautiful blue sky. Linda noticed the unmarred ski runs and slipped quietly down the stairs. She found Rick sipping on a coffee and talking quietly with Beth. As he saw her appear he pointed with his head at the large windows and said, "Looks like a great day to ski, want to go?" Linda nodded and replied that she was hoping he was up to spending the day on the slopes. Beth snapped at Heather to put together some breakfast for Linda while Rick left to get his ski clothes. Soon after, the two of them disappeared down the hill towards the lifts. The house remained quiet for some time as the kidnapped dommes caught up on their sleep and Beth had the slaves doing quiet work. It was refreshing to see Eve cautiously descend the stairs. She shushed Beth away and poured her own coffee before sitting down at the dining room table. Jane and Pattie didn't rise until noon and even then, they laid back down after a delicious lunch. On the slopes, Rick and Linda found the conditions ideal and they enjoyed the runs and views. At lunch they took a break in one of the upper lodges. As they sat at a table by a large sunlit window, they went over what had happened after they parted at the garage last night. Rick shook his head at how close a call it had been for Linda. Linda sloughed off the concern and said, Mistress Jane's rope work was much more secure than the loose stuff Kurt had done. They both knew she was lying but Rick had the good graces to laugh with her. Rick thought it important to explain the difference between the kink play he did at his barn/vet studio and what Kurt had done. As he was doing so, Linda put her hand on his and interrupted. "Master, you do what you do for the love of the slave. He did what he did for the evil that lived inside him. The two worlds are far apart, you have nothing to explain or apologize for." Rick again marvelled at how far this novice crossdresser had come in the short time he knew her. In fact, he seldom thought of Larry anymore and even if he did, Rick was hard pressed to see a male in front of him. The afternoon flew by as they tackled ever more difficult runs and as the day ended, they happily skied up to the patio at the back of the chalet. Both were pleased to see Jane, Eve and Pattie in the hot tub. Jane invited them to join them after they had a shower but Pattie interrupted. "I don't think a soak is in order for Linda my dear. The wedding is only a day away and I am concerned (she pretended to be distraught) that her bridal corset won't fit her. Master Rick, I left some clothes for Linda to wear after her shower, they include a training corset that Trudy provided that will bring Linda's waist down to the required 21." Would you be so kind as to cinch it down before you join us?" Rick bowed and said he would be glad to assist Lady Patricia with the training of her soon to be bride. Linda shook her head at the antics and left for her shower, she was smiling that Lady P did not know the dress had been altered for a 20" waist and that the training corset Trudy supplied was likely at the lesser waist size. In short order Linda was cinched down to 20" and wearing the other clothes Lady P had left out. The knee length pencil skirt was hemmed to significantly reduce her stride and she was wearing her ballet boots. After a day in ski boots, she had to adjust her gait. Exiting her bedroom and planning on curling up with a book by the fire, Mistress Beth intercepted her and said, "Where do you think you're going missy?" Knowing better than to challenge her, Linda replied, "Wherever you desire Mistress." Beth laughed and said, "Good answer, now come with me." Leading Linda up the stairs to her room. "I know you will have an armbinder on for the wedding and I believe you should get some practice. You can wear one of Heather's." Linda gulped as Heather was much more flexible and she was sure that the binder would stretch her limits. With the armbinder installed, Linda was ordered to return to the kitchen when Mistress Beth somehow had found a serving tray to strap to her waist and neck. Thankfully her nipples were spared from the clamps that she had worn before with that tray. After loading up the tray with snacks and a smack on the bum, Linda was sent out to the hot tub to serve the dominants. The next couple of hours were spent walking back and forth from the kitchen to the patio. She swore Beth intentionally let her wait outside for the door to be opened and she didn't appreciate when Rick very accurately whipped a snowball at her butt. That evening everyone went to bed early with Linda laced down particularly tight. Tomorrow would be rehearsal day. The day before the wedding was a flurry of activity. Beth had everyone, including the dommes running around decorating the common room and preparing the food for the next day. Lady P was often on her phone and Rick must have made half a dozen trips for last minute idea things Beth thought up. That afternoon the actual ceremony rehearsal happened but for some reason, Linda was purposely excluded. Minutes before it was to begin, Lady P asked Rick to ensconce her in one of the hanging gibbets at the back of the 'church'. Before placing her in the cage, Pattie inserted ear plugs and installed a blindfold and gag. "I want tomorrow to be a surprise for you hon. You don't need a rehearsal, your duties will be perfectly clear." Trusting her domme but disappointed she stepped up into the cage and for the next hour or so imagined what was going on. Later that evening she twice attempted to interrogate her fellow slaves but they refused and eventually her efforts resulted in her spending the rest of the rehearsal reception gagged. Linda spent the night in her bed in her usual bondage although she thought Rick may have been over zealous in tightening her corset. Before he left, he gave her a kiss on her gagged cheek and said, "I'll see you tomorrow and I look forward to giving you away." She dreamt of a fairy tale wedding although she was pretty sure Disney had never had a bride in an armbinder before. It was a deep and good sleep. The wedding day dawned bright and sunny (not that Linda could see). With her ear plugs and bondage, she was unaware that she had been allowed to sleep in. When she was awoken, it was Jane not Pattie who greeted her with a kiss. "Good morning our beautiful bride," said Jane. "I hope you are excited for today." Linda mumbled what Jane assumed was a 'yes' and she chuckled as she began undoing Linda's bondage. When untied, Jane sent her to the bathroom. Upon returning there was a very meagre breakfast on a tray and her two bridesmaids were standing at the side of the door. It was clear that they weren't going to be much help to Linda as they were already in their gowns and well bound. Leather straps dyed to match their dresses were wrapped on their legs, knees, thighs, waist and breasts. Both were lightly gagged. With a glance at each other, they faced Linda and gave a slight bow as their way of saying good morning. Jane told Linda that she would be in charge of getting Linda ready for the day and that those preparations began with a nice soak in the bathtub. When she came out of that, Jane was ready with her foundation wear. With the corset loosely secured, Jane called for Rick. Smiling as he entered, he stepped behind Linda and whispered in her ear. "You already look beautiful dear and I know that your dress will be stunning." As he began to take in the laces, he again leaned in. "Now, you frightened me a great deal the other night when Kurt grabbed you. You should have stayed where we agreed. I am going to tighten this corset as much as I can to remind you that you did not listen to me." Linda knew he was not angry with her and accepted the grip of the corset as it inexorably closed. Grabbing a tape measure, Jane gasped when she saw that it was at 19?". "Linda, I suspect you and Trudy have made your own surprise for Lady P!" she exclaimed. "I promise to keep the secret. Well done you little bitch, I don't think I could get my waist that small." The last was said with a smile and Jane turned to show the two bridesmaids the tape measure. Their eyes bulged when they saw the number. Jane wasn't concerned about them spilling the beans to Pattie as they would be gagged until after the ceremony. The foundation wear and ballet boots in place and his duties complete, Rick left to get into his tuxedo. As he left, Linda got her next surprise as Trudy came in with her sub Jakob following. Jakob held a garment bag that clearly contained the dress. "Hello darling," said Trudy as she came up to Linda. After giving her a hug and putting her hands around the tiny waist, she said, "I see you managed to meet your goal and if I am any judge of sizes, I would say that you have exceeded that!" Linda smiled. Snapping her finger, Jakob began removing the dress and handed it to Trudy. With Jane's help, the dress was fitted and then the multiple buttons were hooked. Linda's Phoenix tattoo practically shone against the brilliant white of the gown. After everyone was done oohing and ahhing (or in the case of Marci and Heather, mmmphhing), Trudy beamed at how her creation had turned out. Next up was Beth who had brought a complete set of salon tools and supplies. For the next hour she fussed with Linda's hair and makeup. When done, she tackled her nails and with a grin, left the nails a never before worn length (for Linda) of 1 ?" beyond her finger tips! The nails were a candy apple red which matched the rose corsages worn by the wedding party. Linda loved the look of the nails but knew they were another form of bondage. Makeup done, they turned again to Jakob who first presented the white leather muzzle gag to Mistress Jane. Linda turned to her with a puzzled look "How am I to say my vows if I am gagged Mistress?" she asked. As the gag approached Linda's mouth, Jane replied, "Honey, you will be agreeing to love, honour and OBEY. You can convey that without speaking." Linda dutifully opened her mouth and accepted the ball that was behind the muzzle. The leather panel was oversized so that the straps would not cut into Linda's face and mar her makeup. Beth confirmed that the colour-stay lip stain would not be damaged by the gag. "I've tested it several times on Heather with that same style of gag" Beth said and behind her, Heather nodded. As everyone but Jane left the room to start the ceremony, Rick appeared in the doorway. Stepping up beside Linda, he smiled at Jane and asked, "Are we ready?" "Just the veil needs to go on hon," was the reply. Turning to Linda they took turns telling her how proud they were of her commitment to being a submissive and how impressed they were with her dedication to presenting the female form. Linda thanked them with her eyes and was warned by Jane to not cry else she would damage Beth's makeup. Jane lowered the veil and Linda received her next surprise. The veil was so opaque that she was for all intents blindfolded. She sensed Jane had left and felt Rick step beside her as the music began. It was a beautiful Gregorian chant that seemed to echo from the rafters. It instantly reminded her of riding in Jane's car that first time to Madge's salon and the awful night in Rick and Jane's dungeon. With hobbled steps in the ballet heels and with surprisingly little assistance from Rick, Linda gracefully strode through the cabin and then into the common room. Her nostrils flared as she picked up the scent of flowers and incense. In short order, Linda was halted and turned where she felt someone (Lady Patricia?) grasp her hips. As the music ended, the hands rose and gently lifted the veil from her face, it was her mistress. With a smile and a whispered, "You're beautiful," they turned to face the officiant. This was the next surprise for Linda, as standing there was Captain David Jones from the SS Fantasy! (readers, see book three - The Cruise). "Hello there young lady, I am so glad I can be here today," Captain Jones said to Linda with a grin on his face. Behind him and holding a bible on a tray was a beautiful slave girl. She looked familiar to Linda but before she could puzzle it out Captain Jones began the ceremony. "Friends, dominants, slaves, fellow kinksters. Welcome to the renewal of vows of Lady Patricia Judith ____ and slave Linda Angelina ____. ..... The ceremony completed, Lady P (with Jane's assistance) carefully removed Linda's gag and kissed Linda. The couple turned to the audience as Captain Jones said, "May I present the renewed couple of Lady Patricia and Slave Linda." Everyone clapped including the Constable in her red serge uniform at the back of the room who was smiling and shaking her head. Lady Patricia snapped a white leather leash on Linda's collar and led her down the aisle. The reception after was a wonderous affair as Linda was congratulated on her presentation as a bride while her owner in the brilliant white tux beamed. As she was speaking with and thanking Captain Jones for coming, it suddenly dawned on her who the slave at his side was. She was the abused slave of that horrible 'master' on board the ship. Captain Jones smiled as he saw the connection in Linda's mind made. "Yes dear, Melanie here (he pulled her gently to him) has committed herself to me as have I to her as her Master. I was able to pull some strings and she has a job at the cruise line, not on my ship as that might be perceived as nepotism. We are enjoying our kink relationship and when I retire next year we will move to the Island where you had your unfortunate experience." Melanie stepped forward and gave Linda a kiss. Later in the evening she was able to thank Lady P, Rick and Jane for rescuing her from Ricardo. She was very much in love with Captain Jones and now knew what a loving dom-sub relationship was supposed to be. The couple enjoyed getting to chat with Constable Mackenzie. Pattie thanked her profusely for saving her. The constable laughed as she explained that it took some convincing to believe that Linda was in fact a male. They all laughed when she said, "We have a saying that the Mounties ALWAYS get their man but I think you have taken that to a new level!" The party went well into the night and eventually, Lady P pulled Rick aside and asked him to carry Linda up the stairs to her room. There, Lady P took delight in slowly and sensually removing first her clothes and then Linda's gown and veil. Together, they enjoyed themselves and eventually, they had shed all their clothes. The morning sun cast rays on their bed and revealed a post-tsunami like pattern of scattered clothing. Their naked bodies were semi-covered by the satin sheets. Opening her eyes, Linda saw that Pattie was staring at her face. "Good morning my beautiful slave, how are you?" "Good morning my Lady, I must look a mess!" "Actually, you don't," replied Pattie. "That makeup Beth used really is long lasting! It still looks fresh which surprises me, considering where that face was last night." This last bit evoked a chuckle from both. As they boosted themselves up on the pillows, Linda turned and thanked Lady P for all the wedding plans. In turn, Lady P thanked Linda for attempting to rescue her from Kurt. As they settled and stilled, Linda turned. "My Lady, where will we go for our honeymoon?" "Oh" replied Pattie, "I was thinking of Europe. I hear Germany is FULL of kinksters." Linda sighed and smiled. THE END Dear Readers ? This is likely my last Linda story as I think I have exhausted predicaments for her. It may very well be my last writing as well. I began writing as a way of dealing with some depression and I found the exercise invigorating and fun. My decision to publish on Fictionmania was based on positive feedback from some friends and the positive comments on my first story made me feel like I had done a good thing. Unfortunately for me, my inability to ignore the negative comments raised bad memories and the demons in my mind returned. I found myself becoming upset as the new chapters were posted and I saw comments appearing. I was afraid to open them but I needed to. While there continued to be positive messages, the negative ones were so heartfelt that I stopped looking for comments and now I find myself hesitating to even open Fictionmania. I know these thoughts are irrational, but they are real and they hurt. I continued to publish Book Three (The Cruise) and this story simply because I remembered the joy I got from writing them and didn?t want them to languish on a hard drive. To those readers who enjoyed the writings of Linda?s plights, thank you for taking the time. For those who didn?t, you probably won?t see this post-script anyways but unless you are a writer then perhaps you could be a little less harsh or do as my mother taught me and "If you have nothing good to say, say nothing at all." These are just stories after all and if you don?t like the message, stop reading it. Goodbye, Linda