The Case of the Mad Scientist

Chapter 17: First Success

There was very little sound outside the chamber, but inside the woman tied to the pole was moaning loudly. Her features were contorted into a mask of pain, and the muscles of her fine, young body were straining against the ropes that held her standing by that pole. Gato had, at the doctor’s orders, used a lot of rope and made sure that she almost could not move at all. In addition to the numerous windings of ropes around her body, he had used duct tape to secure her neck to the pole and then again at the level of her forehead so that she could not even move her head. Sorren had apparently wanted to make sure that this one could not injure herself during her struggles.

The volume on the speakers was turned down so that only a faint hint of her suffering came through.

“Yes, this is better,” Sorren was saying. “Modification 12-B is apparently causing much less pain. Good, good.” He was nodding as he made notations on his clipboard.

For his assistant, it was a shame that the subject was not feeling the levels of pain that the prior one had. She had screamed her head off and struggled fiercely. This one was suffering, true, and that was pleasant for Gato, but it could have been a much better show. Maybe when the doctor was finished with her, he could arrange for a little private show where she would show him how she reacted to some much more serious pain.

“Save this test subject,” Sorren told him, ruining his plans for the night. “I’ll want to do some follow up testing.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

back his long black hair and sneered at the man’s back. This was one of the better looking subjects brought in, with nice large breasts and shapely legs. She was also tall for a Japanese woman, almost matching his own height. And now the doctor was telling him to save her for later experimentation, which meant he could not do the things he enjoyed doing to a

eyes closed. She was, however, still whining slightly. When he was within reaching distance, her eyes snapped open. There was strange look in them, a mixture of fear and something else… It took him a while to recognize the look of a woman who wanted sex. He had seen that same look before, in a girlfriend of his younger days, Chieko. She was

a very similar look in this woman’s eyes; both fear of what would be done to her and an overpowering desire to be used,

to her long black hair. Then he took off that which was around her neck. Her eyes locked with his as he did this unwrapping. The look in those eyes, both fear and hunger, excited him. As he pulled the last of the tape from her, she suddenly snapped at his hand, nearly catching

She would often demand that he bind her painfully tightly and even whip her if it meant he would also fuck her. She especially liked to be fucked hard in the ass while she was tied down and

an elastic bandage and wrapped her head as a blindfold. If she could not see, it would make it easier to

and she barely had enough room to lie down; hardly a comfortable place to be incarcerated. He was none too gentle in dumping her on the concrete floor. As he stood there, looking down at that fine body with the shiny steel handcuffs limiting her movements, he was overtaken by a strong urge to pull her up to her knees, bend her

that look. She was afraid; no sane woman would not be given the situation she was

not say. She