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.”

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 and dipping them

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 the non-existent audience, she turned her back to the seats and Tara stepped up with the first coil of rope. Stella spread her feet apart and put her arms together behind her. With those high heels, it was a rather erotic sight, I can tell you. Nice legs. Nice ass. I was getting pretty

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

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

ease Stella 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

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

When her head was just a little bit above the top

water, head first. I watched as her 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

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 face was unusual in that it was not

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.

minute that had passed. 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

As the hand neared the top of the face and five full minutes, I was ready to jump up and run up onto the stage. Something had to have gone wrong! The cable had not moved or shaken for

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

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

mind. 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.

feet and about to vault onto that stage when Tara finally moved. With maddeningly slow movements, she walked to the edge