Destined for Algeria Ch. 11 – Fetish

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Chapter 11

Disappointed with her lack of release prospects but still pleased with her relationship progress, Ingrid chose not to get into a disagreement with Ally about her status and Tess’s future misfortune. She decided that a diversion in their conversation would be the best course of action.

“What is the town out over there?” she asked, tossing her head over her shoulder towards the high wall behind the main building of the blockhouse; in the direction of Tiout, the neighbouring settlement she’d discovered in the distance, on the return leg of her earlier failed escape attempt.

Ally paused for a moment and stood in front of her. “How do you know about the town? You can’t see a town from in here.”

Shit. She wondered. “Well. I can hear it.”

He looked down his nose and scowled at her. “Bullshit! You’ve been outside these walls haven’t you?”

She could think of no qualified excuse. “Well I had a quick look around when you were out yesterday.” She admitted, smiling coyly in an attempt to quickly destroy any feelings of anger he may be building up inside.

“Were you trying to run away?” he asked in a stern voice, stupidly realising her response would obviously be one of denial.

“No. Not at all, I was just bored and wanted to see what was out there. That’s all.” She replied.

“You wouldn’t have got a very warm reception if you’d gone over there, let me assure you.” Ally explained. “The way of life in towns like that one, is very traditional. You have to be invited in by the hierarchy, and dressed like that, you’d most certainly be insulting someone of importance.”

“I’m not going anywhere until this mess is sorted out.” She lied. Ingrid intended running and never looking back, at the next and earliest available opportunity. “I doubt I’d be able to survive out there. I need your help to keep me in hiding away from Gus remember.” She said, continuing with her string of lies, randomly spewing words she wondered he would want to hear.

His nod and loss of expression towards her proved that her deceit had penetrated his disgust and hit the intended mark. Was this guy really so easy to play? She thought.

“You’d better hope that nobody saw you.” He said.

Ingrid stood in front of the captor she’d been successfully manipulating and smiled. “I promise you.” She assured him, “Nobody saw me and I saw nobody. I wouldn’t fancy my chances talking to strangers with these things on anyway.” She held her resin moulded wrists cuffs up in front of him. “Look how vulnerable I am.”

Ally nodded in agreeance, believing her and considering himself to be still fully in control of the situation. He lifted her arms over his head and allowed them to rest about his shoulders with the straight section of resin separating her two cuffs, touching against the back of his neck. The moment Ingrid felt his hands on her hips she pulled herself towards his, currently unclothed, body.

“Tonight, wh…mmm.” He began to say, finding himself cut off by the welcome touch of her lips on his and the passing of her tongue into his partially open mouth.

After a short time shuffling on their feet and so soon after sex, she felt pleased, if not somewhat surprised to sense his erection pressing against her naked lower half, once more.

Satisfied that she’d brought her seduction attempts back into line, she lowered her lips down, away from his and rested her forehead on his chin.

“Sorry.” She whispered through quickened breaths, “You were saying?”

“Tonight,” he repeated, speaking into the hairline of her fringe, which remained the direction his voice projected. “When it gets dark and there’s no one around, I’ll take you out to the oasis for a dip.”

Not only did his words sound like an exciting event to Ingrid but they symbolised her gaining a lot of ground when considering the progress into her journey of manipulation.

“Would you like that?” he asked, now looking down towards her.

Lifting her face back up to his, she silently nodded her head up and down, rolling her eyes, in sync, to keep them locked in stare with his as her neck tilted back and forth.

She could now confidently consider herself in the clear after her little jaunt out through the gates of the fortifications on the previous day.

Once dressed, Ally opened his phone to discover, at last, the message he’d been waiting for, telling him that the shipment of his personal belongings had arrived and that they were ready for collection.

He checked how long the return journey would take, at the same time as deciding what to do with Ingrid.

He didn’t want to lock her behind the bared gates of the old ammunition store or chain her to the post again, because after the fun they’d just had making love, he’d become a little more accustomed to her business.

Ally knew exactly which box contained the leg cuffs and that these would be the answer to his issue of preventing her from running, but he needed them here and now, to place around her ankles.

“Put your clothes on.” He told her, “I’m taking you out for a drive.”

“What. Now?” Ingrid perked up at this unexpected potential chance of freedom. “Where are we going?”

“Just to pick up the rest of my things.” He said, “Nowhere interesting.”

Ally still had a niggling voice in his head, telling him not to trust her so decided to continue cautiously scrutinising his every move, firstly by making sure that she opened and closed the gates, preventing her from taking off in his van once he had his back turned.

“You’re not going to start shouting for help out of the window and have me drive you to see Gus, are you?” he meaninglessly threatened, as though talking to a child.

“I’m not going to shout at anybody.” She lied, knowing that if the opportunity arose, she’d be screaming and running as much as she could.

Their arrival at the delivery depot increased her hopes of freedom when Ally told her that she would have to stay in the van whilst he loaded his boxes onto a trolley and brought them over.

“Do you want me to leave the engine running to keep the air-conditioning on?” he asked.

Could this be her chance? She wondered. “Yes please.” Ingrid replied, “That would be lovely.”

Ally turned to her with a cheeky grin on his face, like she should know what he was about to say next.

She soon realised when the sight of the padlock he held shattered her plans of speeding away.

“Pass me your hands.” He said in a manner that sounded like it should be obvious or like he’d said it a thousand times to her before.

“You don’t need that.” She told him.

Ally laughed. “There is no way on this planet I’m going to leave you here, as you are, so that you can drive off into the sunset.”

“I’ve told you.” She replied, “I’m not going to do that.”

He laughed again. “Hands please.”

With a protesting sigh, she passed her cuffed hands over the centre console of the van, towards where he held the awaiting padlock.

Ally hooked the lock’s shackle through the tethering ring between her wrists and pulled it down to the gearstick, where he then locked it around the metal shaft.

“The brake is on, so if you struggle too hard and pull this thing into gear, you’ll stall the engine.” He warned her.

Ingrid moved to the edge of the passenger seat and leaned forward to be more comfortable with her hands now attached to the gearstick. As soon as the lock had been closed, she’d given up hope of this escape attempt and so made the most of her new surroundings, patiently waiting in the cool, for Ally to return.

Soon, the rear doors of the van opened and he began stacking boxes into the back. Ingrid noticed a pause for a short time during this process but wondered nothing of it. She couldn’t see that this short break was the result of Ally searching through one of the boxes for the set of leg shackles he so urgently needed.

He brought the treasured black cardboard box with its contents pictured on it, to the front and placed it on the floor of the van by his feet where he sat.

He released her wrists from the gearstick and drove the two of them back to the blockhouse where he again made Ingrid provide the gate service for him to drive his van inside.

The couple talked as he unpacked his boxes, with Ingrid scrutinising the lot, for anything she could use to cut the cuffs away from her wrists.

One particular long box contained the slats and frame of a wooden bed, the mattress of which they’d been using already, so it wasn’t long before they had a proper place to sleep, inside the main building.

By nightfall, the sweaty pair were ready for Ally’s promised dip in the oasis. After eating, he covered Ingrid’s head with a towel to blend in if they were to get spotted, before the two of them set off walking, to discover a secluded spot for a naked swim.

Ingrid could foresee the issue of only partially being able to undress herself, the sticking point arising when attempting to remove her top past the wrist cuffs. Naked aside from the yellow cropped t-shirt now wrapping her wrists, she slowly entered the water with her hands in the air, taking care to keep her top dry.

By placing her hands on Ally’s head, she could kick her legs, with him swimming in front of her.

This synchronised swimming only lasted a few seconds before she playfully dunked his head below the surface, defeating the object of keeping her top dry, as that went under with him.

The couple had fun for the next half an hour, then agreed on it being time to dry off and retreat back to the blockhouse.

They talked as good friends for the rest of the night, until Ally ruined the atmosphere by retrieving the leg shackles from the front of his van and dangling them from his hand in front of Ingrid’s face.

“Ally, what are you doing?” she asked, seriously concerned about the only feasible purpose of these dreaded items.

“Sorry dear.” He replied. “But we can’t have you running off.”

She watched in dismay as he twisted one of the keys to spring its lock, which in turn, gave way for a shiny cuff to then be hinged fully open.

Half her concentration focused on what he did with the rest of the keys as he fumbled to close the cuff again around the side frame of the bed, at a point of narrowing near to the base.

“Aww. Seriously!” she said, knowing what would be coming next.

“Sit down.” He calmly told her. “This won’t hurt a bit.”

She huffed loudly in a strop as she sat.

Ally swung her legs up onto the bed and opened the second leg cuff.

As expected, she felt the cold of the steel touching against her skin when he closed the cuff and locked it around her left ankle, chaining her like an animal to the bed, probably until morning.

What a way to test out his new toys, Ally wondered, “Suits you.” He said, not expecting a reply.

“Ally come on. I’m not going to run away in the night.” She pleaded. “You don’t need to do this. What if I need the toilet?”

“I’ll be right next to you.” He replied.

From her body language and conversation, he knew she wasn’t impressed with him in the time leading up to sleeping. The next morning, she woke to him removing the cuff, giving her the freedom to roam once more.

Cooking breakfast, she noticed the happy spring he had in his step, knowing that today he’d be bringing his pet, Tess, home.

“What time are you going?” she asked.

“As soon as I’ve finished here.” He replied, “We need to make an updated video for your husband to prove that you’re still safe and hopefully by the time I arrive at Gus’s complex, the money will have been transferred.”

“Ok.” She agreed. “When you get back here, you’re going to see a different me.” Ingrid continued, “So don’t think I’ve gone completely mad. I’m going to have to act like an exaggerated bitch in front of Tess as part of our training her but don’t worry, it will all be for show.”

“I’ll look forward to it.” Ally laughed, “Do you really think you’ll be able to pull this off?”

“Absolutely.” Ingrid replied. “Would I be correct in thinking that she has already enjoyed the experience of restrained sex?”

“We have had that pleasure. Yes.” Ally smiled.

“I thought so.” Ingrid replied. “Look. Gus’s intentions for me were horrific and with your help, we can prevent either one of us from being sold into sexual slavery. Do you not agree?”

Her words confirmed Ally’s position of being completely in charge of the situation.

“You’re right. I intend bringing her back here at all costs.” He replied. “And it’s you who’s paying the money to bail her out.”

“That’s right.” Ingrid agreed. “If you can back me up with everything I say to her, then I will make her hate me so much that she will be pleading you for help to stop me. In time we can make her surrender to her bondage, leaving you with the totally dependant partner you are looking for.

“How?” Ally enquired.

“Leave that to me.” Ingrid said. “When you pick her up, make an excuse like you don’t have the tools to remove her restraints until you get back here and that’s when I’ll start the role of dominatrix.”

“Ok.” Ally smiled, shaking his head in disbelief.

Ingrid continued describing her plan, “I’m gonna offer her the option of freedom but only if she follows the rules.”

“And what are the rules?” he asked.

“Firstly we tell her that we are gonna have to keep her temporarily chained up for my own personal safety, to stop her from killing me. Then we explain how simple things like, lashing out, struggling or even complaining about the way she is been treated, will be considered threatening behaviour towards me and increase the time before we feel confident to remove her chains.”

“Go on.” Ally smiled, searching for a pen and paper. “We need to write down these rules.”

“If it’s ok with you.” She replied, “We can tempt her with having her release time brought forward for good behaviour or satisfying you.” After waiting a second for Ally’s full attention she completed her sentence, “Sexually.”

He looked at the ground and shook his head once more. “And what about satisfying you?” he suggested, anticipating a silent response.

“Fine by me.” Ingrid smiled. “She’s your girlfriend.”

Shockingly satisfied, he removed the leg cuff from the bedframe and approached Ingrid with the manacles in his hand.

“Are you taking those with you?” she asked, knowing that they would most likely be destined for her ankles.

“No.” he told her, “Unless you want to come with me, then these are, my rules.”

She accepted his precaution and let him fetter her legs with the two foot long chain between her ankles. The sight of the padlock gave her cause for concern.

“Can you write down the rest of the rules before I return?” he asked, handing her the pen and paper.

“Ally. Please don’t lock my wrists to that chain.” She unnecessarily begged. “You’re gonna be gone for hours and what about eating and toileting?”

“Interesting wondered.” Ally said, referring to her appropriate concern. “But I’m only gonna reduce this gap here, so that you cannot walk too far.”

Kneeling down behind her, he pulled her ankles together and shortened the chain with the padlock, leaving only three inches of slack between her feet to hinder her walking.

“Even if you set off now, you won’t reach Tiout, the town out there, before I get back.” He warned her. “I’m also locking the gates this time, so don’t waste your energy trying to get out.”

Fuck! He’s foiled another escape opportunity. She wondered.

True to his word, Ally locked the gates behind him and drove across the border before sending the latest ransom video to Ingrid’s husband, Kristofer in Norway.

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