The Case of the Mad Scientist

Chapter 12: Things Look Promising

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.”

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 cooked, thank

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 the non-existent

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

arms were tightly bound, both at wrists and elbows, she turned around and braced her bound arms and bottom against the side of the tank. She put her legs together and Tara knelt to begin binding the ankles. When she finished with that,

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

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

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 seen spreading out in

head appeared beneath the top edge, then her breasts came into view. Lower she went until her bound ankles were visible in the water. At that point the 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 get her head above

hands on the face, one for minutes and one for seconds. The second hand was

to death. I could see no way that Stella

had passed. It was nearing the three-minute mark when I began to wonder if something had gone wrong. I

jump up and run up onto the stage. Something had to

put a hand on my arm.

sitting to our right looked rather nervous. Even Tara had concern in her eyes, even though she was still

If something was wrong, why was Tara waiting so long? Seemed to me that a reasonable precaution would have been to have a time limit. If Stella

I was on my feet and about to vault onto that stage when Tara finally moved. With maddeningly slow

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