The Case of the Mad Scientist

Chapter 34: Another Case Wrapped Up

It was nice to be back in sunny California. Of course, the summer rains had begun, heavy, moist air coming up from Mexico, dumping rain that did not refresh or clean the air. When the rain was finished, it was still as humid and muggy as before.

I was on the twentieth floor of a fancy hotel in Marina del Rey, looking out the window at all the expensive sailboats and yachts down in the marina, and thinking about the case just finished up. We had flown into LA only the night before, after staying in Japan a few more days so Stella could do her second benefit show. This time I was able to watch it and understand better why she is such a popular act. The Japanese seemed to really love her.

After the show as we had a late-night dinner, I asked Stella a question that was on my mind: “How did you escape from that water tank? Those ropes were put on very tightly. I wouldn’t think that any woman could free herself.”

“It’s a trick,” she told me. Then she looked around to make sure no one was listening. “The ropes are prepared with certain places that have been treated with a chemical. While dry, they are just as strong as untreated rope. But when wet, the chemical quickly causes the ropes to dissolve, but only in the treated sections. The ropes part and I can work the rest off.”

“But what about the time you were in the tank?” I asked. “Over five minutes. That’s a long time to hold your breath.”

“I was breathing the whole time. You’re right, I can’t hold my breath more than about three minutes. But remember the ball gag that Tara put in my mouth? Well, that is not solid rubber. Inside is a small cylinder of compressed air and a tiny regulator. There is a hole in the back of the ball so I only had to suck in and there was fresh air. I kept my lips sealed around the ball to keep the water out. I could have stayed under the water for at least ten minutes.”

“Clever!” I told her.

“But still dangerous,” chipped in Tara. “But she likes to challenge death - she told me so herself.”

That was how I learned the secret of the Hanging Death Water Trap.

Instead of going straight home, I went with Stella and Tara and Blaze to this hotel for a congratulations dinner and to help recover from jetlag. Stella, Tara and Blaze were going to spend the night there, then be off to wherever they were going the next afternoon. The dinner was very good, the champagne flowed and the steaks were first class. But was what better was the after-dinner show. I mean the one that occurred in Blaze’s room and was private - for my eyes only.

I really envy that Mark fellow. He’s got one hell of a fine woman there. Almost as good as Linda Goodbody. Wild and inventive in bed but also damned fun to be with.

sent to the room and enjoyed a leisurely meal. We talked a bit about the mission to Japan, or the Case of the

from the south and reflected on

into her body. She was filled with unquenchable hunger for sex in any form. She

fortunate enough to not yet be used as an experimental subject was taken away and returned to her home, but only after being told to forget everything that

doctor’s virus did to her, but fortunately not to the extent of Midori. She was sexually obsessive, true, but had a little more control over her hatred of men. Sort of. Personally, I wouldn’t turn my back on her. Hiroshi said that he would make sure she had the best care and that he would marry her anyway. Since he understood what had happened to her, it was probably better for her

and records of Dr. Sorren’s and disappeared. I hope he never shows up. That virus the evil Sorren concocted is powerful stuff. Oh, and the good doctor himself: he’s going to spend a

noise behind me reminded me off the last piece of unfinished business. I turned to see how Blaze

to Las Vegas, and would I please help her with some escape practice. Being the gallant and reasonable fellow

and dropping her slacks, kicking off her shoes, and tossing a pile of ropes my direction - seemingly all at once. In a few seconds, she was standing there, totally naked and smiling at me. A short discussion as to

in half and rather helpless. But wait! There’s more! I tied a rope around her wrist bondage and passed that down around her ankle bondage. I did that a couple times

down and watch the show, she reminded me that she was not gagged and that was an important part of any good restraint system. She

out that I had put her on the knees to start, but if she fell over I would not put her upright again. She nodded. Then I informed her that if she failed to escape within that time limit, I would punish her. She lifted on eyebrow in question as to what that punishment might be. I showed her the feather I had obtained just for that purpose. She squealed loudly

girl is really

tickling, it was finally time to untie her. I didn’t really want to; she looked so damned good, all that naked flesh and tied into a small ball. But she had a plane to catch, so I

I left her. I didn’t stay around to watch her get dressed. I preferred the memory of the way she was the last

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the dishes were washed, all the clothes folded or hung in the closet, and everything picked up and/or dusted. My little baby sister, Susie,