The Case of the Mad Scientist

Chapter 29: The Experiments Continue

Chapter 29: The Experiments Continue

Early the next morning, Stella and Tara slowly came out of a deep, refreshing sleep, their naked bodies intertwined and the long red hair mixed in with the golden blonde. Each stretched her lovely body, they smiled at each other, and then, hand in hand, made for the shower stall where they enjoyed a lengthy shower together in water made hotter by the tender caresses they gave each other. The finale came, as it often did, when Tara knelt and used her tongue to drive Stella into her first orgasm of the day.

Over breakfast, the topic finally turned to their friends and mission in Japan.

“Shouldn’t we have heard from them by now?” asked Tara.

“Maybe. Perhaps they’re too involved in their mission to take the time to call,” Stella pointed out.

“Maybe. But maybe they’re all captives of the bad guys. Or maybe dead?”

“Don’t say that!”

But Stella was thinking along the same lines. She had been involved with “the bad guys” several different times, and knew that things can go horribly wrong.

“Tell you what,” she began, “we don’t have the next show for several days. After breakfast, maybe we could do some sightseeing. Like maybe around Lake Hibara.”

Unknown to them, Stella’s and Tara’s worst fears were coming true in that house overlooking Lake Hibara.

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That Gato fellow came back in, dragging Blaze with him. She was totally naked now and her arms bound behind her. She also looked as if he had been treating her on the rough side. For one thing, she was walking funny.

He forced her to kneel, then changed her ropes for handcuffs before tossing her into the cell with Aiko, who was still tied that that backbreaking version of a hogtie. From what I could see of her face, she had been suffering a lot from that horribly contorted position her body was forced into.

That bastard paused before the cell with the handcuff hogtied Japanese girl. She was pressing her body against the bars, apparently so she could get a better look at me. Her face turned up to him, that mixture of hatred and lust very strong on her features. For a while they both looked at each other but said nothing. Finally, he knelt and reached through the bars to squeeze one breast. He had to be quick about it, because she immediately jerked her body away and tried to bite him.

“The breasts are definitely enlarging,” he muttered to himself. “The doctor will be glad to hear that.”

As he was leaving, I called to him. “Hey, how about some food?” That was not what I really wanted to say, but it was one of the practical items on my list of things to demand.

He turned with a stupid grin on his face. “Dead men don’t need food!”

He was, of course, correct in that statement, but it sent a shiver down my spine. What happened to the old “the condemned man ate a hearty meal?”

He was gone before I could continue on my list of demands, the next one of which was that he perform a sexually impossibility upon himself, then commit Harry Cary.

“Are you okay?” I ask Blaze. “What did he do to you?”

She told us. When I got my hands on that twerp, I was going to remove his appendages, one by one, slowly as I could. Then I’d get rough.

As she talked, she was working at the ropes holding Aiko in that strained position. She had first brought her hands around in front of her by stepping through her arms. When she finally got the ropes off Aiko, the young Japanese girl moaned very loudly as her body left that backward arch. She still wore her handcuffs but the rest of her was now free.

We spend some time talking with the two Japanese women in with us. Aiko translated. Seems that one of them had been kidnapped but nothing had yet happened to her. The other wouldn’t talk. She just turned her body so that she was next to the door and staring out at me. I’ve seen that hungry look in a woman’s eyes before, and it was a hunger not satisfied by food. Have you ever seen a look that was both hatred and sexual lust at the same time?

I saw Blaze and Aiko working at each other’s handcuffs, but without tools there was nothing they could do. I was wondering if I could stand at the far back of the cell and charge the door, knocking it off its hinges. Unfortunately, it was only a few feet between the back and the door, so I couldn’t really get up a good head of steam. Also, those steel bars looked pretty solid. I might break something. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Later in the morning, Gato came in, grinning that stupid grin of his and eyeing Aiko. He had that cattle prod thingie in his hand.

“Time for a little experimenting,” he told her. “Doc, he’s been up all night, working on a new formula or whatever. He wants to try it out. You’re the lucky one!”

Both Blaze and Aiko backed away from the door as he opened it, waving that prod thing around and telling them how he had just put a new battery in it. He forced them to kneel on the concrete and then he looped a noose of rope around Aiko’s neck and tightened it down enough to make her wince. Pulling on the rope, he ordered her to stand and follow him. I noticed that he was careful to keep an eye on her

feet, a pretty sure sign that he thought she might be proficient in one of the martial arts. As soon as she was outside the cell, and the door closed and locked again, he came around behind her, put one hand in the small of her back, and pulled backwards on the rope enough to make breathing hard. In that manner, he marched her out of the room. I’ll have to admit, standing behind her with a tight rope around her neck made it unlikely that she would be able to try any move against him.

I looked over to see Blaze pressing herself against the bars and looking very worried.

I was more than a little worried, myself. Aiko was a nice girl who had been a real help to us.