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.

We talked a bit about the mission to Japan, or

clouds rolling in from

The one who had suffered as an experimental subject, named Midori, had not changed. She was still strongly under the influence of that virus or whatever they had injected into her body. She was filled with unquenchable hunger for sex in any form. She also still had a strong hatred of all males and would attack on sight with intent to do great harm – unless, that is, the male could provide sexual satisfaction. But as soon as he could no longer do that, she would try to rip his throat out. Hiroshi told us that she would be placed in

Japanese girl who had been 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

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 that he really loved her very much and was willing to take care of her. He would have

of our leaving Japan, Gato had not been found. Apparently he took all the notes 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 lot of time behind bars - sort

off the last piece of unfinished business. I turned to see how Blaze was

few hours to kill before their flight to Las Vegas, and would I please help her with some escape practice. Being the gallant and reasonable fellow I am, I assured her that it would

direction - seemingly all at once. In a few seconds, she was standing there, totally naked and smiling at me. A short discussion as to what type of bondage she would like to work

was touching her knees. That left her folded 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 and then pulled on it. That drew her feet towards her hands. But with her neck tied to her knees, it did not become a hogtie, but a ball tie. Her legs folded until they

did not manage escape before that. As I was ready to settle 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 told

nodded her head. I pointed 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

girl

finally time to untie her. I didn’t really want to; she looked so

I left her. I didn’t stay around to watch her

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picked up and/or dusted. My little baby sister, Susie, was undoubted responsible for that. I had let her stay in my apartment and allowed