Chapter 20
"You are a very beautiful lady." The passenger of the car said, turning to look at Tess, with the cloth still dabbing the side of his face, concentrating only on the shape of her lower body where he couldn't miss the bright red welts in her skin already beginning to mature.
Looking once again at his own whipped face in the rear view mirror, he spoke with the driver, telling him in Arabic that they needed to stop at a pharmacy so he could get some antiseptic cream.
Once stopped, the passenger of the duo got out and walked around to the back of the car, rolling the piece of curtain cloth in his hands as he opened the boot lid which currently accommodated Ingrid, who's cries for help could be heard outside.
From inside, Tess felt the car rocking with the ensuing scuffle, which preceded Ingrid's cries for help becoming muffled by what Tess hoped to be the disgustingly wet gag she'd been forced to wear herself.
Once in the pharmacy, the passenger of the car, picked up antibacterial wet wipes for his face and antiseptic cream. In his approach to the checkout, he found himself fronted by a display of metal nail files which had a pointed end to them, reminding him of their potential use as lock picks from the movies. The idea grabbed his attention, because their filing properties would be able to cut through metal. A trick which he'd also learned from the movies. Decision made, he took three of them from the shelf in front of him and paid without hesitation on exit.
Returning to the car he spoke with his colleague through the open front window, showing him the items he'd bought and telling him to make a phone call. Pharmacy supplies in hand, he chose the back seat directly behind the driver, where the knees of Tess's hog-cuffed, bent legs, rested.
Pushing, wriggling and sliding her away from him along the leather furniture, created space for him to sit down and aid her situation.
With the car now back in motion he smeared an antibacterial wipe over the cut below his eye before opening the antiseptic cream and applying a little over the wound he'd received from Ingrid's curtain-wire whip, before he'd disabled her.
By cricking her neck around, Tess watched behind her as he took a bunch of wet-wipes and began cleaning the burning stripes Ingrid had so cruelly inflicted on her. His gentle touch relaxed her enough to trust him, so much so that she rested her cheek back down onto the seat and allowed him to do his own thing without interrupting.
By the time he'd given the bare flesh of both legs a thorough cleansing, he moved on to the cream, to not only sooth her marks but to also promote a faster recovery.
His smooth tender caress of the soothing cream confused the pain, causing her senses to distribute and thankfully dilute the stinging sensation into smaller, manageable pockets, all around her body.
As progress reached the tops of her legs, she didn't complain about his fingers invading her privacy slightly by lifting the turned up hem of her shorts and following one of the red lines underneath the denim.
"How high up does it go?" he asked quietly but only loudly enough to breach the road noise of the car.
"All over." Tess replied, innocently telling the truth.
She smiled at the trustworthy man's gentle, cheeky squeeze of her rump, unnecessarily using both hands instead of just the one.
"Does this hurt?" he joked.
"Strangely. No." she laughed for the first time in ages, knowing that her bum cheeks were her best asset and rarely failed to attract the attention of any man. "But I don't think the skin will be damaged under there."
He smiled at her and moved himself closer to the middle of the seat to lift her hips up onto his lap. Tess held her breath as her body contorted further than comfortable when he lifted her, refraining from shouting out as the short lived pain proved enough to cope with.
"Sorry." he said. "I'm going to get these locks off you. I'll be as quick as I can."
Tess couldn't see him messing about with the points of the nail files, trying to insert them one at a time into the keyholes of the padlocks, but she remained confident of his ability to release her from her current position. The picking soon turned into a high pitched sawing action once he'd realised that you cannot pick a lock with a nail file.
After a few moments and only scratching the surface of the padlock's polished finish, he paused to reconsider.
The chain would be made from a softer metal, but thicker and would have to be cut in two places to release each leg. The cuffs themselves were way too thick to even consider cutting through, leaving only one feasibly viable option.
Turning the nail file on an angle, he attacked the mushroomed rivet head which formed the locking pin of one of the cuffs around her ankle. This proved to be a success and he could tell that with perseverance it would pay off.
Keen to prove himself, he repositioned Tess's body further back on his lap so that her waist lay over his left thigh and her belly rested on his right.
The choice of routing of his hands through the chain of her ankle cuffs, meant that his right forearm would be resting on the comfort of her bum cheek for the process of him butchering the rivet head.
Through his jeans Tess thought she could feel an erection but couldn't be absolutely sure, until the time where her posterior began wobbling like a moulded jelly and his filing action picked up speed, forcing him to adjust his seating position.
To disguise his bulging hard on and seat shuffling, he brushed imaginary metal filings from her back pockets, a place where Tess could tell that they would never have landed, being so far away from the position above her thighs where the rivets were being worked on.
Using her cuffed hands, she managed to catch hold of his working wrists and lightly turn his palms towards the curves of her behind.
Breathing in, she arched her back to exert more force against his hips so that there would be no hiding his arousal. By doing this she could take advantage of the clit stimulating panty vibrator, dormantly remaining in situ within the confines of her shorts, enabling her to have the same compression sensation as he. Tess looked back at him and began rocking her hips in a slightly seductive manner.
"Put your hands here on my bum and give me a proper squeeze." She told him confidently, as she'd failed to meet a man yet, who hadn't been tempted by their lure.
"What?" He asked, trying to sound innocent.
"You know! My ass." She said, "Put your hands on my ass, have a good squeeze and get your inhibitions out of the way."
The man looked stunned at being given such a proposition.
"And then you might be able to concentrate on what you're doing."
"I don't know what to say." He replied, "You have such a precious ass..."
