The Case of the Mad Scientist

Chapter 9: No One will Miss Her

“Is this the best you could get?”

The speaker was Dr. William Sorren. The location was a small research laboratory built into the basement of a large house on a hillside not far from the small town of Kitakara, Japan. There were no windows in the underground lab, but from the top level of the house one had a fine view of Hibara Ko, a moderate sized lake about three miles in length in the wooded foothills of northern Honshu. Dr. Sorren wore a typical lab coat, and had pushed his reading glasses up on his forehead. His beard was salt and pepper and his eyes rather dark, almost brooding when no other emotion animated his face. The age spots and wrinkles of an older man were setting in.

“She is a whore from Tokyo. Ozaki picked her up,” said Gato, his Japanese assistant. “No one will miss her.”

The woman in question was kneeling before Sorren, head bowed. She was dressed in a cheap, tight-fitting dress of the type used by streetwalkers to attract customers. Her arms were bound behind her back and Gato was holding on to the ropes linking her elbows. Unable to understand the English spoken by those two, she could only try to keep her fear inside her and hope that all these men wanted was to use her body and then - hopefully - let her go. She was in her late twenties and had been a prostitute since she was sixteen. A few times she had been sort of “kidnapped” by a customer, but always once he had his satisfaction with her, he would let her go. One man kept her in his apartment for two days, but even then she was not really scared.

These men were different. The two who had kidnapped her from a street late at night had not used her body or even forced her to service them. There was this long drive in a van after they bound her arms and feet, and then she was hauled out and brought before this American in the white coat.

She refused to look up at him, keeping her eyes on the floor in a very submissive pose. It was the way she had survived so many years in a rough trade. Offer no resistance, and make sure the man was sexually satisfied. Little did she know that this gray-haired American did not want her for sexual purposes.

Sorren was unhappy because he had told Gato that he wanted young women. This one was at least ten years older than he had expected. She was pretty, in a way, and that body in the tight yellow dress looked pretty good. But, for his testing he wanted a woman whose body had just reached sexual maturity.

He sighed. “Tell Ozaki to get another. And tell him to make sure she is no older than twenty, preferably younger.”

“I shall.”

It had amazed him when he first began

to avert her eyes from his, the sign of submission in any animal species. Do not make eye contact.

Ozaki, fix this one up in the chamber. I’ll run a test on

“Yes, doctor.”

herself that they would use her and then… But it was becoming harder to believe that. She knew she had an attractive body but they let her keep her dress on. What

He opened the door and led her in. Once inside, he pushed her up against one of the metal

the dress off,” he told her

the dress, she wore no panties or bra; this was her working clothing, and the customers usually liked the

let her go. It bothered her that she was chained by the neck to that pole, but she was used to men who liked their women tied up. She was wondering if she should initiate things. She was afraid,

rope he had taken off her arms, he pulled her hands behind her

well aware that there were men who enjoyed hurting a woman. She had known more than a few of them. She began praying that this one would not hurt her too badly. If she were marked up too badly, it would be hard

pole. Then the other ankle. He was wrapping rope around them, binding her in such a way that she

body was now leaning forward, with both feet tied behind the pole, but her head was straight up, held in place by the chain around her neck. There was no way she could fall because the rope binding her wrists prevented that, along with the chain locking her neck in place. Only then did he allow himself to see her and think of her as a woman. She had a nice body. Short legs compared to the American women he had seen, and breasts that were not as large, but then most of the naked American women he had seen were in the centerfolds of magazine. She could lose a few pounds and look better. Still,

me?” she asked him, meekly. “If you

do? Of course, by this point, what could she do? She

She apparently did not speak English and the doctor did not speak Japanese. He could fuck the hell out of her and the doctor would never know. Well, probably never know. There was always the possibility that he could tell from her reactions to the treatment. And, besides, her legs were tied together and getting in would take a

and whined. Then he grabbed her pubic patch and squeezed there as hard as he could. Her body jerked backward