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.”

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 subject once the doctor was finished with her.

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

fear of what would be done

duct tape from around her head, ignoring how it clung 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,

felt safer. This definitely reminded him of Chieko. She would often demand that he bind her painfully tightly and even whip her if it meant he would

Before unknotting those, he attached handcuffs to her wrists and ankles so that she would not be totally free. As an added precaution, he brought in an elastic bandage and wrapped her head as a blindfold. If she could not see, it would make it easier to control her. Only then did he remove the last of the ropes and unlock the handcuffs from one wrist so he could bring them around the pole.

He was none too gentle in dumping her on the concrete floor. As he

It was still there: that look. She was afraid; no sane woman would not be given the situation she was in, but there was also that look

her and her mouth filled with rubber ball, he could not say. She managed to get her legs under her and, using the wall for leverage, got to her knees. She shuffled over to his bare leg and began pushing her breasts against his thigh and her cunt against his shin. She was rubbing her sexual parts in an obvious effort to urge him