The Case of the Mad Scientist

Chapter 32: Threatened with my Own Gun

Gato carried a struggling Aiko back to the cell area draped over his shoulder like a sack. Her arms were tightly bound behind her back, elbows corded viciously tightly. Her legs were also tight together, equally tightly. He paused with her in the middle of the room to set her down. I could see that she was gagged. Still, she was trying to yell and was struggling against the cords very intently.

“Another failure,” he announced in a cheerful voice. “Like that one over there, she survived but is filled with both hatred of males and a strong sex drive.” He continued talking as he fetched a length of rope. “When I was untying her from the pole, she got free and attacked the doctor. Tried to claw his eyes out, the little vixen.” He knelt and was tying one end of the rope to that around her ankles. “The doctor is very pissed. He told me to make sure that she is punished.”

He finished with that knotting and then tossed the rope up and over a beam running across the room.

“Scientists are strange people,” he continued with his lecture. “Even as he was holding a cloth to a deep scratch she had given him, he was already thinking about a new formula or whatever. He says he wants to make the change and try it out immediately.”

He began pulling on the rope. Aiko’s feet rose from the floor. She wiggled and fought him but could do little.

“The Boss showed up and wants to see this new experiment. The doctor promised him that this time it would work properly. He had better be right. Watanabe-san is not a patient man.”

Aiko’s ass was coming off the floor.

“Watanabe-san wants to see it tried on the American girl. So, girlie, you are next!” He sounded very cheerful. “Later, I’ll see to punishing this one. I have special plans for her.”

was hanging completely upside down, her black hair just reaching down to the floor. He tied the rope off to a hook on the wall and

you.” Then he told her something in Japanese that I did not understand. She apparently did, because she went into a spasm of jerking around. It seemed

There was a

he damaged Wilma in any way, but he cut me off.

loud voice

beating again, he was putting Wilma back

her. Then she pulled back, used the leverage of his holding her hands,

pulled out a set of keys. But just as she was trying to find one that would fit into her handcuffs, he began to come out of the little nap her kick had induced. Quickly, before he could fully open his eyes, she tossed the keys in my direction. Then she got to her feet and tried to kick him

for her. Grabbing her foot as it came around, he pulled up and dumped her to the floor. Then he was on

hid the keys behind me. It would have been nice to use them to get these handcuffs off me and the cell door unlocked, but I didn’t think I had time

had kicked me in the head, I might have

out of the room. Good thing he was so pissed that he didn’t think to close and lock her cell door. Had he taken time to do that, he would have noticed that

as quickly as I could, I pulled the keys