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.”

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.

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 his harsh treatment of her. There were times when it seemed as if the more he hurt her the more she craved sex in all its forms. There had been times when he was glad he had her tied down, for it seemed a very real possibility that she would tear

eyes; both fear of what would be done to her and an overpowering desire to be used,

of the tape from her, she suddenly snapped at his hand, nearly catching it in her teeth. For safety, he fetched a ball gag and forced it into her mouth, being very careful. She fought him at

reminded him of Chieko. 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

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. Immediately he locked

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

eyes. It was still there: that look. She was afraid; no sane

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 into action. She even