The Case of the Mad Scientist

Chapter 12: Things Look Promising

“Mark’s not here,” I told her, “so if you need someone to help you practice, I’ll be happy to stand in for him.”

“Oh, would you!? That would be great!”

I had trouble not grinning from ear to ear.

The way her breasts were pushing against that blouse was not helping me keep calm.

“I’m sure Stella will loan us some of her ropes.”

There is a God in Heaven!

Just then, Stella hopped down from the stage and came up to us. I noticed that the Japanese males sitting not far off were keeping their eyes on her. Understandable, when you consider how very fine that body is and how it was shown off in the leotards she was wearing right then. It was so skin-tight that I was certain there were no panty lines, which meant no panties. No bra shape under the stretch material, either. This case was getting better and better.

“I’ll do a quick rehearsal this afternoon,” she told us in that honey-dripping, husky, come-to-the-bedroom voice of hers. “To make sure the equipment is properly set up. You two can watch, if you like.”

Blaze smiled and added, “Then we’ll go out to dinner afterwards and make plans for finding this Sorren guy. I’ll check with Mr. Grudge back at the company to see if there is any new information.”

funniest stuff, like bowls of noodles with weird things floating among them. I watched Stella and Tara picking up pieces of raw fish and dipping them in sauces before eating them. Ugh! I prefer my fish well

afternoon rehearsal went smoothly. It began with the assistants filling the tank with water. Then Stella came back on stage, having switched her leotards for a tiny bikini that left damned little to the imagination. Oh, and a pair of high heels that matched her bikini - both black. She lifted her arms as if there were an audience, then walked over to where Tara awaited. A small table had been set up next to the tank and on that were several coils of rope. After showing off that gorgeous body to

been around some kinky people and have seen plenty women being tied up. In fact, there was this one sister at Alpha Alpha Alpha who… Well, never mind. I know good bondage when I see it. And the ropes Tara was putting on were well done. They were tightly applied, cinched down and knotted not once but several times and where

She put her legs together and Tara knelt to begin binding the ankles. When she finished with that, she bound her legs higher up, both above and below the knees. It was a pretty nice, neat job and obviously tightly applied. She would have a lot of difficulty wiggling out of

down to the stage floor where she sat with her legs bent to show off their nice shape. From overhead I heard a hum and that hoist was lowering the steel cable. Tara took it in her hands and guided it down to Stella’s ankles. It stopped so she could bind the ankles to the hook at the end of the cable. She wound the rope numerous times around the ropes on the ankles and the hook. There was no question that there were enough to take Stella’s weight without the slightest chance of

was surprised to see that it was a ball gag! She put it in front of Stella’s face, who, obligingly, opened her mouth to accept the rubber ball. Tara strapped it tightly in place, you could tell by the way the leather straps cut into the sides of

just a little bit above the top of the tank, the hoist began to move back on its rail. Stella moved over until she was suspended directly over

hoist stopped. For a brief few seconds, nothing happened. Stella was totally under the water, head down, and tightly bound. And gagged. The tank was not much wider than her body, and I had to wonder, even if she could free herself from the ropes, how could she move around enough to

She walked to the side of the stage and brought out a large clock set on a table with rollers. There were only two hands on the face, one for minutes and one for seconds. The second hand was already half way around one circuit and the minute hand moving off the top notch and slowly creeping down. The clock

watching, but everyone was on edge, both afraid and excited by this challenge to death. I could see no way

if something had gone wrong. I know that some people can hold their breath for over two minutes, but while upside down in water and struggling? As the hand neared four minutes, I began to wonder if someone shouldn’t go up there and pull that curtain aside to see if she was in trouble. But the only person near the curtain was Tara and she was making

top of the face and five full minutes, I was ready to jump up and run up onto the stage. Something had to have

to rise from my seat when Blaze put a hand on my arm.

seem concerned at all. I know I was, and the men sitting to our right looked rather nervous. Even Tara had concern in

so long? Seemed to me that a reasonable precaution would have been to have a time limit. If Stella was not out by that limit, go and

moved. With maddeningly slow movements, she walked to the edge of the curtain, took