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.”

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 subject once the doctor was finished with

the woman had ceased her loud moaning and was limp in her bonds, with her 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 woman who pleasured him greatly because she was a wanton creature who took to

similar look in this woman’s eyes; both fear of what would

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 it in her teeth. For

Chieko. She would often demand that he bind her painfully tightly and even

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

place his shoulder in her stomach and pick her up over his shoulder, like a sack of rice. He carried her to the cells section where a steel-barred cell awaited her. It was not much larger than a cage 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

he looked into her eyes. It was still there: that look. She was afraid; no sane woman would not be given the situation she

task. The look of hunger increased, overriding the fear. She struggled to get at him, although what she planned to do with her arms locked behind her and her mouth filled with rubber ball, he could not say. She managed to get her legs