Betty's Travels

By GreyRose

Chapter 2: And here's the Pitch

Outside the rain had stopped, and the fog that now closed in would have

been a credit to London itself. Inside the store two women moved about,

Mistress Nika striding about nervously double checking everything,

Betty inching her way along, trying to look busy so that she would not

receive any more adjustments to her attire.

In the half-hour that Betty had been dressed, Mistress Nika had come

along and adjusted her outfit twice. The first time the Mistress had

changed her mind on the shoes, adding a locking strap over the lacings

on the latex ankle boots with 6" heels. Also she had added a short

chain to link both of Betty's ankles, allowing them no more than a foot

of space. Betty thought that the chain was overkill since the hobble

skirt, even though it stopped at the middle of her thigh, kept her from

taking longer steps anyway.

The other time, Mistress Nika had decided that Betty had too much reach

with her arms. So the chains that linked Betty's elbows to a belt,

were shortened. Now Betty could not hold anything with both hands

unless it was wider than her shoulders.

Each time that this had happened, Betty had stopped to catch her breath

from moving around in a corset that had taken 4 inches off her waist.

The thought that she might complain or disagree was not an option, what

with the, oh so effective gag, that locked off all possibility of sound

covering half her face.

Turning, she noticed Mistress Nika scrutinizing her once again. 'No!

I've been good!' Betty thought in a panic, 'I'm still moving, still

working!' Betty realized she sounded and felt more like a cringing

maid before a stringent boss, than the strong independent woman she had

been when she had entered this place earlier. Before the Mistress

could decide on any more adjustments, both women turned to look as the

front door chimed.

Two men had entered the store, both tall. The man in front was fair

haired, wearing a long dark grey latex coat over a smokey see-through

rubber shirt, above skin tight latex jodhpurs the same color as the

coat. Gleaming black rubber riding boots rose to his knees. The other

man wore a medium grey chauffeur's uniform all in latex. Accented by

black boots and gloves.

"Master Donovan! I'm so glad to see you in my shop. Please come in.

Is there anything I can get you?" Mistress Nika greeted the gentleman

in the long coat, moving forward to take his hands.

"My, my Mistress Nika. You certainly know how to set the mood," Master

Donovan took her hands and inclined his head to the woman's figure

stretched mid-air before the door, his eyes also swept over the heavily

restrained figure of Betty, before returning his attention to Mistress

Nika.

"Why thank you, the compliment of such a renowned Master as yourself is

something I will always cherish," Mistress Nika, took his arm and led

him over to some chairs. "Please sit down, and lets relax before we

get started. Betty! Go get the wine and glasses!"

As best she could Betty curtsied, and hobbled her way to the back. The

tray was already set and waiting, all she had to do was pick it up and

return. But with her elbows behind her back, she had to squeeze in

to get a hold of both handles. It took all of her concentration to keep

from dropping the tray and walk with it too.

Mistress Nika and Master Donovan were seated so that they could watch

her slow and torturous return. They sat in silence enjoying her

struggle. As Betty finally reached them she had to bend at her hips,

since the corset prevented her from bending at the waist, and presented

the tray. The neck of the bottle was nestled between her outstandingly

presented breasts, and the tall glasses rubbed on her already excited

nipples, bringing a moan of pleasure from her.

Mistress Nika removed one glass and the bottle, Master Donovan took the

other. As he did his fingers caressed and teased her nipple, finally

giving it a pinch. Betty shuddered from his touch, when pinched she

jumped loosing her grip on one side of the tray.

"Naughty, naughty slave. You could have hit me with that tray," Master

Donovan said with a chuckle. Turning to Mistress Nika, "May I?"

Eyeing Betty closely, "She is a new slave, not really trained yet. But

still she should know better. You are my guest, go ahead."

Betty was shuddering from his touch, not really seeing what was going

on around her. She could feel his driver come up behind her and take

the tray from her, as he pushed her gently toward Master Donovan. His

touch fanned the fires in her body, her breasts heaving as she drowned

in passion she had not expected.

The Master had set his glass on the table between the chairs, for

Mistress Nika to fill. Then he laid Betty over his lap, running his

hands up and down her body as he did so.

Taking his time, Master Donovan's hands roamed over her taughtly

covered and helplessly presented ass. Betty squirmed and writhed with

arousal, grinding her rock hard nipples against his leg. Her moans

were soft until with a lighting strike, the Master's hand struck her

right cheek. With a stifled shriek, Betty convulsed, her breathing

going double time with all the new sensations running through her.

Leisurely, Master Donovan interspersed caresses with swift hard

strokes, timing his choices to the slaves responses. He also took note

of the reactions of both observers. Richard, both his driver and an

assistant master in the dungeon, was keeping a good poker face, but

Donovan knew him too well. Richard had great interest in this slave,

perhaps even lust at first sight. The other presence, Mistress Nika,

had calmly poured them each a glass of wine, then casually picked up

her glass and toyed with it as he toyed with her slave. Master Donovan

excelled at the art of reading people, so he noticed the passion hiding

behind that cool facade. He knew that she was reacting to the passions

of the slave more than to the slave's being controlled. A plan for the

evening's later events began to unfold in his minds eye.

With reluctance, as this pleasure was not the business he was here for,

he stood the slave up. He noted her glazed, far away look, smiling at

her confusion and passion. Betty not knowing if she should be outraged

at the casual spanking or excited from the tender caresses, stood

trembling for several seconds. The driver timed his rescue perfectly,

even as she staggered, his arms wrapped themselves about her waist.

Being held firmly against his muscular body, Betty could feel his

powerful arousal. With his manhood rubbing the crack of her ass and

one hand cupping her pussy, Betty came hard, one of the best orgasms

she had ever had.

As the slave helplessly twitched in the throws of her passion, both

Master and Mistress drank wine, and enjoyed the show. Mistress Nika was

concerned for Betty, things were going far faster and intensely than

she had thought they would. She hoped that Betty would be all right, it

certainly looked like she was enjoying herself! Master Donovan could

tell that it was his drivers touch that the slave responded to the most

strongly. That boded well for his later plans, leaving himself free to

play with Mistress Nika.

By the time that Betty could stand on her own, the Master and Mistress

were discussing various items in the store. The driver slowly and

reluctantly released his hold on Betty and stepped back, she still

faught to regain her breath. Slowly she regained her poise, finally

she was able to focus on the room around her.

Mistress Nika gestured for her to come closer. "This gag is one of my

newest creations. It's a pump-gag." Slowly Betty tottered over and

stood at Mistress Nika's knee.

"What? It can't be, where is the nozzle for the bladder to be pumped

up?" Master Donovan asked. He grabbed her dangling chain and pulled

her down, for a closer look.

Mistress Nika pointed to the underside of the jawline, "Under the left

cheek is a very small, quick connect valve. A hose runs from there to

the bladder in her mouth."

Looking more closely now, "Yes, I see it now. Even knowing it is there

it would be hard to see from more than a few feet away. Wonderful!

But what is this other one on the other side?"

"Ah, that is most often for extra air, just as a safety measure. But

say you wanted a slave punished and did not want to remove the gag,

but they needed water? Well then you could do this." Mistress Nika

pulled out something that looked like a syringe, dipped it into her

wine glass and drew out about 1oz of wine. She then took the syringe

and plugged it into the right side of the gag. With a smile she

emptied the wine into Betty. "Now Betty, suck on the gag, and clear the

last bits from the tube!" With a twist she removed the syringe.

Betty was helpless to stop Mistress Nika from doing any of this. Also

she thought that the wine would taste good right about now. When the

wine just burst into her throat, totally by-passing her palette, she

was caught by surprise. Swallowing instinctively, it all went down

with only a little choking on her part. She did as Mistress Nika

commanded, and the last drops of wine shot into her throat, followed by

fresh air. The wine formed a warm pool deep within her corseted belly.

"With a gag like this you could feed a slave broth and water, keeping

them totally silenced for days at a time!" Mistress Nika pointed out.

Laughing, Master Donovan said, "Or put them on diets! There are a few

slaves I know that could do with some of that. I take it that it locks

on?"

"Yes, it all joins up together in the back," Mistress Nika affirmed.

"Now everything else she is wearing is made by me, except for these."

With this she rolled Betty's skirt up revealing her panties. "These

Chastity Panties I get from another shop, but I am working on my own

design."

Betty knew that anything she wore was there to be shown off to the

customer, but having her panties revealed so casually caused her to

flush and squirm with embarrassment. The discussion continued with the

belt being removed for inspection, followed by the apron and dress.

During this slow disrobing, Betty watched the driver out of the corner

of her eye. She found his eyes devouring her every curve and caressing

every inch of exposed skin. Seeing him look at her that way, she

shuddered with refreshed desire, her breasts heaving anew.

Betty was sent to fetch several items from about the store. She slowly

made her hobbled way back and forth, knowing that the driver was

following her every move. Beyond her heavy breathing, her arousal was

displayed by both a flush that extended from her face down to her

breasts, and by her nipples, bared for all the world to see, which were

rock hard and fully extended.

Richard watched the slave as she sauntered back and forth. Watched as

those rubber clad legs scissored back and forth controlled by the

bright chrome of the chain dancing between her ankles. Watched as

those hips swung to and fro, this way and that. His eyes danced over

her cruelly corseted waist, up to her proudly thrusting breasts as they

demanded to be touched. He hungered to taste those fiercely pointing

nipples, to control her, to take her and bind her in tight, stretchy,

restricting rubber. To bind her as his.

Mistress Nika watched as Betty tortured Master Donovan's driver, and

remembered how in times past she was the object of desire. The

memories brought an itch to her pussy, one that she hid from her guest.

After all, as a Mistress with her own domain it would not be fitting

for her to submit to him to for an evenings pleasure as his slave.

Master Donovan had been looking at Mistress Nika's offerings for about

an hour, noticing the effects the evening were having on those about

him.

"Mistress Nika, I believe that I have seen quite enough tonight. I

would like to engage you as my primary supplier. I can write you a

check tonight for the retainer fee as we agreed. Or..." Master Donovan

trailed off teasingly.

Mistress Nika turned to him with an eyebrow raised, "Or what Master

Donovan?" 'Was that a little too much emphasis on Master?' she asked

herself.

Master Donovan smiled, knowing he had her hooked, "Well my dear, I

could invite you and your slave up to the club and from there I could

electronically transfer the funds to your account, and then we could

all have a late dinner."

Richard turned to look at his boss in surprise. He caught Master

Donovan winking at him. The smile that crossed his face was quickly

covered, after a glance at the two women.

Mistress Nika missed this exchange as she reveled in getting a personal

invitation to the most prestigious and exclusive fetish club in the

city. "Why of course, my slave and I would be honored to visit your

esteemed establishment," Nika replied. She turned and looked at Betty,

hoping that she would indeed agree.

Betty lost in her own world of lust and arousal, mearly returned the

Mistress's inquiring look.

For the first time that night the Richard spoke, "But sir, have you

forgotten? Tonight is restricted entry." He did his best to keep a

straight face as he delivered the set up his boss wanted.

Mistress Nika turned first to the driver, then to Master Donovan.

"What does that mean? Since you own the club, don't you control what

rules apply to you and when?" She asked ancsously.

"Yes, now I remember. I am sorry my dear, tonight is for Members only.

And yes I make the rules, but as a Mistress yourself, you understand

that discipline must be maintained. No tonight is only for Masters and

their slaves," Master Donovan said, with a shake of his head, and a

hidden twinkle in his eye.

"Just the Masters and their slaves," Nika quoted softly, her thoughts

turning inward. She looks at Master Donovan for a moment, then turns

and takes Betty's arm and escorts her to the back room.

Betty not really following what either of them mean by their words,

looks over at the driver. Suddenly she understands that if they go

with Master Donovan tonight, she will be in HIS hands, the drivers.

Just as this realization hits, Nika and Betty leave the room.

As the women leave, Richard smiles and gives his boss a 'thumbs up'.

"Not yet my friend, the ladies have not yet risen to the bait. But if

they do, would you be so kind as to keep her slave busy while I see to

her mistress?" Master Donovan whispers to his friend.

"If they don't take the bait, can't we kidnap them anyway?" Richard

asks, only half joking. With a sigh, he settles back to see what

happens next.

In the back room, Nika places a hand on each of Betty's shoulders, and

looks her in the eye. "Oh Betty, I really need that money available

now. If we go with them tonight, I can write that check tomorrow and

make my deadline without fail."

"But Betty, if we go, it will be as slaves. We can set some conditions

before hand, so you will have some protection, but there are no

guaranties that things won't get out of hand later."

Betty's eyes are still glazed with lust and arousal, though she nods at

the appropriate points to Nika's words. Nika seeing this stops and

hugs Betty.

"I see that you're not going to be any help with this decision," Nika

chuckles, "and I'm not sure that I'm in any better shape myself. All

right I'll ask him if we could go as his slaves tonight. Somehow I

don't think Master Donovan is going to have any problems with that."

With that she takes Betty's hand and the two of them walk back out to

stand before Master Donovan. Having to match Betty's pace, Nika has

time to observe both men. Master Donovan awaits their decision with an

air of cool detachment, though Nika senses his strong interest in her

answer. His driver on the other hand was far from as polished in his

demeanor, he was trying for stoic indifference but as soon as he saw

Betty his eyes burned with desire.

"Master Donovan, if we were to agree to be your slaves at your club

tonight, would you be interested in our company?" Nika asked softly.

Master Donovan looks both women over slowly, "If you were to agree to

be my slaves? No, I would not be interested, but if you were to ask to

be my slaves, that I would consider."

A part of Nika both chilled and thrilled to feel the strength emanating

from the man seated before her. It had been a long time since she felt

this way about anyone. Without turning from his eyes, Nika pulls Betty

down with her. Once both women are on their knees, "Please Master

Donovan, would you take us to be your slaves?" Though she tried to

speak with a normal voice, it broke on the first word and the rest came

out as a strained whisper.

Master Donovan sat and gave their request a moments thought, looking

them over slowly and lingering on the obvious treats both women

possessed in abundance. "Very nicely done. I accept your offerings,"

the Master assented with a slight smile. "Now we must see to your

being properly attired for your debut. Hmm, slave," he points at Nika,

"I would have the two of you wearing the riveted latex body harness

that was mentioned to me earlier, by the Mistress of this store. I also

want the two of you in knee high latex boots and elbow length latex

gloves. Immediately after these are on your bodies, return here and we

will finish getting you ready for travel."

When her voice broke, Nika dropped her eyes to Master Donovan's boots

and kept them there until they were dismissed to get changed. Betty

saw Nika drop her head out of the corner of her eye, with an effort she

tore her eyes from the form of the driver and did the same.

Once dismissed Nika rose and helped Betty up as well. They left the

room as fast as Nika could get them away. Once in the back, Nika

closed the door and gave Betty a hug. "Well girl we're in for it now.

Lets get you out of that getup and get us dressed as we have been

commanded to be." Nika's words gave Betty a chill of excitement. She

had no idea what was going to be happening tonight and that thrill of

something new was what she had left her old home to find!

As the door closed behind the women, Richard turned to his boss, "Jeez,

when you said no I almost lost it, boss. But I should have had more

confidence, that was great!"

Master Donovan chuckled at his friends words, "It was just a flash of

inspiration Richard, but you are right, it worked perfectly. Did you

notice that there were no time limits specified in the request that I

did accept?"

Richard ran over the moment again in his mind, and smiled at his

friend. His thoughts covering the possibilities the next hours

represent.

"Oh and Richard, do remember that the auburn haired slave is new to the

scene. So you will have to play her with a delicate hand," said Master

Donovan. Richard accented eagerly, looking forward to that testing.

In the back room, Nika had undone Betty's braid so that she could get

to the locks on her gag harness. Betty took a minute or so to move her

jaw and get the feeling back.

"Wow, this evening has really been a trip! Mistress Nika, what...? ,"

Betty started to say.

"Hold it Betty. Mistress Nika is my Dominatrix persona, I don't think

I'm there right now. Call me Nika, or maybe you should call me by my

given name, Veronica," Nika said, cutting Betty off short.

Betty gave her a funny look, and then both women burst out laughing.

"Betty & Veronica, you mean just like in the comic books? Does that

make one of them," Betty points to the front room, "Archie?"

Still smiling at the joke, "No I don't think that either of them would

ever be confused with him. But we have to get going, keeping your

Master waiting is very hard on the nerves!"

Laughing and giggling the two women helped each other strip. The

tightness of the latex gloves and stockings had left diamond patterned

marks on Betty's arms and legs.

Once they were naked, Veronica dug out a couple of tangles of black,

latex straps. Each strap was about an inch wide and a quarter of an

inch thick. There were also a large number of bright chrome D rings,

all over them in every possible place.

As Veronica arranged the first set of straps for Betty to put her legs

into she told Betty about them. "These are latex body harnesses, at

the bottom there are a loop for each leg, cut in the French leg style

so that the latex runs from your crotch to the outside of the hip.

Where it meets up with the straps that run around your belly and lower

back, from here straps run up each side. They are attached to the

breast loops, each breast has its own loop which makes them stand up &

out and also help keep the pressure on as you get more excited. From

the outer joins of the breast loops there are two straps that run up to

the collar, in the back a single strap runs from the back of the breast

straps straight up to the collar. Finally the collar will get sealed

about the neck completing the fitting. There are a great number of

D rings all over the harness, these are 'tie down points', places the

master or mistress can use to bind the slave perfectly."

As she explained each part of the harness, she attached that part of

Betty's harness together. The harness was made of a front and back, so

that each side had long straps that were not connected. At each place

on the sides where they needed to be joined, Nika ran the ends through

a box that had a power cable running to it. Just before she put the

ends into the box, she would open it and place some black and silver

bits inside. "These are the rivets that join the pieces together,"

Nika explained.

There were two boxes, one for each side. When everything was in place,

Nika would hit a button on the main control box. Then the straps would

be pulled tight. At a pressure that was a little higher than Betty felt

was comfortable, the each box would emit a sharp buzzing sound and then

shut off completely. Nika would then press a button on the box and it

would pop off, leaving the harness almost invisibly joined and the

excess length of strap would fall to the floor.

"If these get popular enough I will make it so that the latex is

reflowed into itself, and that the whole harness is literally one

single piece!" Nika mused more to herself than to Betty.

"But surely not that many people would be interested in being sealed

into something like this, right?" Betty asked with disbelief.

"Believe it! This version is a greatly toned down version of the

original design. The original started at the shoes, with 7" heels and

a small platform under the toes, ran all the way out to the hands, and

all the way up to the top of her head! Also in the middle she had me

install a very heavily boned corset. I riveted it onto her over 6

months ago, and her mistress has had her brought in twice to have the

corset tightened as her body adjusts to the new compression levels."

Betty just blinked at that thought, to have something so bizarre and so

blatant attached so permanently boggled her mind. "Well we can just

cut our way out of these if we need to, right?"

Veronica had stopped on Betty's harness just before she sealed the

collar, and started on herself. "Sorry Betty, but it takes special

tools to cut these straps. You see inside each strap there are several

steel wires, each wire is made up of high tensile specially treated

steel. You need a high grade diamond bit cutter to work them. No, we

are wearing these until we get back to the store here."

"But don't worry, I have the tools back here to cut us free in just

moments. Now for a surprise for our new masters," as Veronica says

this, she moves over to a cabinet and pulls out two latex objects. Each

one is black and white, but Betty cannot tell anything else about them.

"Tada!" as Veronica holds each one up by what is apparently the crown.

She is holding up two full coverage latex hoods, where the face is

covered up there is a white stylized face. There are delicate eyebrows

picked out in black with black lips and grey shading under where the

cheek bones would be.

"What are those for," Betty asked, looking at the masks in confusion.

"These are mostly for us. Believe me when I tell you that when you are

wearing a mask, you loose the sense of self that holds you back, that

makes you fight because that's what a 'Good Girl' is supposed to do.

What it does is allow you to go with your feelings and enjoy yourself,

since its happening to someone else and you get to enjoy the show."

Betty took one and held it up next to her face and looking in a mirror,

trying to imagine what it would be like to wear it.

As Betty studied the mask and tried to understand what her new friend

had said, Veronica went to a small table with a mirror on it. There

she spread some clear gel all across her face, under her jaw, and

around her neck, after she had twisted her hair into a quick braid.

From here she pulled her hair through an opening in the upper portion

of the mask, then she slid the mask down onto her head. She quickly

settled it onto her face and placed some flanges into her nose and over

her lips. Then she took a towel and pressed firmly over her entire

face and neck, for a minute or so.

When she looked up at Betty, the only flesh showing on the entire face

was a small area around the eyes. The face that she saw was animated

with the small movements that everyone has from moment to moment, but

the milk white face was of a beautiful stranger. Betty could only gape

at the transformation.

"Do you begin to understand? It will help you enjoy this evening more,

and tease the men as well. I use a glue that holds the mask to your

face and keeps it there regardless of how much you sweat. Will you let

me put yours on?"

In something of a daze, Betty nodded and sat down at the table.

Veronica then carefully applied the glue to her. Starting with her

beautiful auburn hair, she pulled the mask over Betty's head. Working

quickly she added glue to the pieces of the mask that went inside the

nose and over the lips. Again using a towel Veronica pressed firmly

against the mask, making sure that it had a firm grip over the entire

face and neck.

When Betty looked at herself in the mirror, she again saw the beautiful

stranger, then her twin bent down and looked into the mirror with her.

"What do you think, Betty?" the stranger asked with Veronica's voice.

Betty actually found herself reluctant to answer, she did not know what

she would do if she heard her voice come out of that face, or even if

it was another's voice that came out.

Finally she swallowed hard and said, "I'm not sure what I think, but if

we keep our masters waiting much longer, I think they will get mad at

us."

Veronica giggled at Betty's words and said, "When you're right your

Right! Not much left to do now." With those words she reached to the

table and picked up a container of make-up. Not explaining anymore,

she spread the white substance over and around each of their eyes,

completing the illusion of the masks.

Next Veronica dug out two pairs of latex boots with 6" heels, one set

blue for Betty, one set red for herself. Then she found them matching

latex gloves, that stopped at the elbow.

And as the final step, she sealed the collars of the latex body

harnesses over the neck portions of their masks.

The stood side by side and looked at their images in the mirror on the

wall. What they saw was a pair of latex twins, the two women were the

same height, and had almost identical measurements. Betty was a little

fuller in the bust, Veronica was a little slimmer in the waist, any

difference in their hips was hidden by the rubber straps binding their

nether regions of pleasure.

Quickly the two slaves made their way out to where the men were

waiting. As soon as the door opened both men looked up from a quiet

conversation they had been having. The sight that greeted them left

them speechless. Without any planing on their part, both women moved

with a slow, measured slink that was designed to drive any man mad with

desire. And that they did it in tandem, emphasizing their duplicate

appearance, gave the men to feel that they were seeing double. The

only difference that the men could see was the color of the gloves and

boots, and the color of the pony tails cascading down from the tops of

the helmets.

They came to a stop in front of Master Donovan, Veronica placed her

hands behind her back, her wrists crossed. Betty saw this and did the

same. Both kept their eyes lowered and had not looked at the faces of

either man.

Both men were entranced by the near duality of the women. The masks

gave the impression that before them stood two dolls made from the same

mold. The differences being so small, Master Donovan was glad that

Nika had chosen to let their hair show, so that he could be confidant

that he had the slave of his choice exactly where he wanted her.

Richard on the other hand, could feel which one was Betty, he did not

need to see her hair, or the color of her latex items.

The remaining preparations were conducted in almost total silence.

Master Donovan stepped behind Veronica, as Richard did the same with

Betty. Each slaves wrist was locked into a white latex cuff, this was

then drawn up high behind the back of the slave and locked in position.

In this Veronica was a great deal more limber than Betty. Master

Donovan was able to use Veronica's collar to pull her hands up, since

the pressure on her neck was balanced by the tightness of the front

portions of the harness, up until her fingers could almost touch the

collar itself. Betty's hands could only rise as far as the back of the

breast strap, but as this thrust her magnificent cones into new levels

of desirability Richard accepted her limit and locked the strap off.

Each ankle was locked into a white latex cuff, each cuff was linked to

the other with a stretchy white rubberband. Each rubberband was 6"

long at rest, but with effort could stretch up to 18" long.

Each slave was blindfolded, the items used were thick and soft and when

buckled tight, no light entered their eyes. A latex cloak was draped

about each slaves shoulders and zipped closed, to hide the valuable

jewels within. When fully closed the cloaks hugged the forms of the

slaves body's, tugging and brushing against exposed flesh.

Master Donovan had a few quiet words with the blond haired slave, about

the details of closing the store down, and the location of locks and

security systems.

After that each slave had silence enforced upon them by a ballgag that

matched the color of their latex accessories, blue for Betty and red

for Veronica. The final touch being the raising of the hoods of the

cloaks.

As Master Donovan closed up the store, Richard placed the two slaves

into the back of their car. When Master Donovan was ready they drove

off into the night.

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End Chapter 2 of 'Betty's Travels'

As with Chapter 1, I promise no time frame as to when Chapter 3 will be

available. It will depend upon time and inspiration.

GreyRose