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.”

the dinner was better than the lunch. The restaurant we went to had the funniest stuff, like bowls of noodles with weird things floating among them. I watched Stella and Tara picking up pieces of raw fish

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

Alpha who… Well, never mind. I know good bondage when I see it. And the ropes Tara was putting on

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

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

in front of Stella’s face, who, obligingly, opened her mouth to accept the rubber ball.

legs were lifted, then helped ease her down so that she would not fall back. In a minute, the lovely young woman was being lifted by her ankles higher and higher. When her head was 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 the tank. Her lovely, long golden hair was hanging straight down; the end could be

few seconds, nothing happened. Stella was totally under the water, head

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 face was unusual in that it was not divided into twelve numbers but only five. It would take five minutes for the

the tension in the air. There were only a few of us watching, but everyone was on edge, both afraid and excited by this challenge to death. I could see no way that Stella could possibly escape from certain drowning. She might be good, but no woman tied as tightly and well as she was could free herself. Not to mention

It was nearing the three-minute mark when I began to wonder 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

full minutes, I was ready to jump up and run up onto the stage. Something had to have gone wrong!

hand on my arm. “Don’t worry,” she said. “She’s a professional. She knows what she’s

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

Seemed to me that a reasonable precaution would have been to have a time limit. If Stella was not out

feet and about to vault onto that stage when Tara finally moved. With maddeningly slow movements, she walked to the edge of the curtain, took it in her