The Case of the Mad Scientist

Chapter 34: Another Case Wrapped Up

Chapter 34: Another Case Wrapped Up

It was nice to be back in sunny California. Of course, the summer rains had begun, heavy, moist aircoming up from Mexico, dumping rain that did not refresh or clean the air. When the rain was finished,it was still as humid and muggy as before.

I was on the twentieth floor of a fancy hotel in Marina del Rey, looking out the window at all theexpensive sailboats and yachts down in the marina, and thinking about the case just finished up. Wehad flown into LA only the night before, after staying in Japan a few more days so Stella could do hersecond benefit show. This time I was able to watch it and understand better why she is such a popularact. The Japanese seemed to really love her.

After the show as we had a late-night dinner, I asked Stella a question that was on my mind: “How didyou escape from that water tank? Those ropes were put on very tightly. I wouldn’t think that any womancould free herself.”

“It’s a trick,” she told me. Then she looked around to make sure no one was listening. “The ropes areprepared with certain places that have been treated with a chemical. While dry, they are just as strongas untreated rope. But when wet, the chemical quickly causes the ropes to dissolve, but only in thetreated sections. The ropes part and I can work the rest off.”

“But what about the time you were in the tank?” I asked. “Over five minutes. That’s a long time to holdyour breath.”

“I was breathing the whole time. You’re right, I can’t hold my breath more than about three minutes. Butremember the ball gag that Tara put in my mouth? Well, that is not solid rubber. Inside is a smallcylinder of compressed air and a tiny regulator. There is a hole in the back of the ball so I only had tosuck in and there was fresh air. I kept my lips sealed around the ball to keep the water out. I could havestayed under the water for at least ten minutes.”

“Clever!” I told her.

“But still dangerous,” chipped in Tara. “But she likes to challenge death - she told me so herself.”

That was how I learned the secret of the Hanging Death Water Trap.

Instead of going straight home, I went with Stella and Tara and Blaze to this hotel for a congratulationsdinner and to help recover from jetlag. Stella, Tara and Blaze were going to spend the night there, thenbe off to wherever they were going the next afternoon. The dinner was very good, the champagneflowed and the steaks were first class. But was what better was the after-dinner show. I mean the onethat occurred in Blaze’s room and was private - for my eyes only.

I really envy that Mark fellow. He’s got one hell of a fine woman there. Almost as good as LindaGoodbody. Wild and inventive in bed but also damned fun to be with.

The next morning, we had breakfast sent to the room and enjoyed a leisurely meal. We talked a bitabout the mission to Japan, or the Case of the Mad Scientist, as I call it.

Later, I watched the gray clouds rolling in from the south and reflected on all that had happened.

Blaze was untied and I found a lab coat to put on. Sort of like my trench coat but not as long, and allwhite colored. I showed Hiroshi and the others where Aiko and the other two Japanese girls were beingkept. The one who had suffered as an experimental subject, named Midori, had not changed. She wasstill strongly under the influence of that virus or whatever they had injected into her body. She was filledwith unquenchable hunger for sex in any form. She also still had a strong hatred of all males and wouldattack on sight with intent to do great harm – unless, that is, the male could provide sexual satisfaction.But as soon as he could no longer do that, she would try to rip his throat out. Hiroshi told us that shewould be placed in a mental hospital where she would be taken care of.

The Japanese girl who had been fortunate enough to not yet be used as an experimental subject wastaken away and returned to her home, but only after being told to forget everything that she had seenor heard.

Aiko… Ah, poor Aiko. She was also affected by the changes the mad doctor’s virus did to her, butfortunately not to the extent of Midori. She was sexually obsessive, true, but had a little more controlover her hatred of men. Sort of. Personally, I wouldn’t turn my back on her. Hiroshi said that he wouldmake sure she had the best care and that he would marry her anyway. Since he understood what hadhappened to her, it was probably better for her that he really loved her very much and was willing totake care of her. He would have a wife with a very high sex drive that he would probably have to keepchained or tied much of the time, and who might or might not be able to keep her hostile emotions incheck. Life would not be boring for him.

As of our leaving Japan, Gato had not been found. Apparently he took all the notes and records of Dr.Sorren’s and disappeared. I hope he never shows up. That virus the evil Sorren concocted is powerfulstuff. Oh, and the good doctor himself: he’s going to spend a lot of time behind bars - sort of ironicconsidering how he kept his subjects behind bars. Anyway, he’ll not be doing any more research. Andhe claimed that without his notes he cannot duplicate his research. Well, maybe, maybe not. Anyway,he’s not going to have the chance.

A noise behind me reminded me off the last piece of unfinished business. I turned to see how Blazewas doing.

After breakfast, she said she had a few hours to kill before their flight to Las Vegas, and would I pleasehelp her with some escape practice. Being the gallant and reasonable fellow I am, I assured her that itwould be a pleasure to help her sharpen her skills.

Almost before I could finish agreeing, she was pulling the shirt off and dropping her slacks, kicking offher shoes, and tossing a pile of ropes my direction - seemingly all at once. In a few seconds, she was

standing there, totally naked and smiling at me. A short discussion as to what type of bondage shewould like to work on, and then I was helping her - with all my heart I was glad to help the sweet youngwoman.

After a few minutes she was tied into a ball. Her arms were tied behind her back, elbows together, legswere bound together at the ankles and above the knees - pretty much a standard form of bondage. Butthen I put a leather dog collar around her neck and bent her in half. The dog collar was tied to her kneebondage, and pulled until her chin was touching her knees. That left her folded in half and ratherhelpless. But wait! There’s more! I tied a rope around her wrist bondage and passed that down aroundher ankle bondage. I did that a couple times and then pulled on it. That drew her feet towards herhands. But with her neck tied to her knees, it did not become a hogtie, but a ball tie. Her legs foldeduntil they could close no more. Her hands were tightly pulled down to her ankles. There was reallynothing she could do. When I finished the tying, I put her in a kneeling position, head touching the floorand bound arms uppermost. She wiggled a bit and fell onto her side. I set her back up again.

We had agree that she should be given a two hour time limit before I would untie her - assuming shedid not manage escape before that. As I was ready to settle down and watch the show, she remindedme that she was not gagged and that was an important part of any good restraint system. She told methere was a ball gag in her suitcase. I fitted it into her mouth and buckled it tightly.

Then I asked her if she were ready to try to escape and she nodded her head. I pointed out that I hadput her on the knees to start, but if she fell over I would not put her upright again. She nodded. Then Iinformed her that if she failed to escape within that time limit, I would punish her. She lifted on eyebrowin question as to what that punishment might be. I showed her the feather I had obtained just for thatpurpose. She squealed loudly through the gag and began struggling.

Boy, that girl is really ticklish!

When the two hours were up, plus another half hour of tickling, it was finally time to untie her. I didn’treally want to; she looked so damned good, all that naked flesh and tied into a small ball. But she had aplane to catch, so I untied her.

I won’t say that it was tearful goodbye, but she still had tears running down her face from the ticklingwhen I left her. I didn’t stay around to watch her get dressed. I preferred the memory of the way shewas the last couple hours to that of a clothed Blaze.

* * * * *

My apartment was empty when I got there. But I was a little upset because the place had been cleanedup. All the dishes were washed, all the clothes folded or hung in the closet, and everything picked upand/or dusted. My little baby sister, Susie, was undoubted responsible for that. I had let her stay in myapartment and allowed her to “take care” of my private investigator business while I was out of town. Iexpected that to mean answering the phone, which hardly every rang anyway.

Since she was not in the apartment, I drove down to my office. The faded, aging building was a like anold friend as I climbed the stairs. My office door was, surprisingly, open. Stepping inside I found Susiebehind my desk, talking on the phone.

I waited a moment as she finished her conversation - probably to some friend of hers, before I greetedher and asked how things were doing.novelbin

Picking up a folder from the desktop, she told me, “Oh, I’ve done a few things. This is the file on theEmerson Bank Robbery. That’s closed. I have to testify next week at the trial. This is the RobertsonKidnapping file. That one is also closed. You’ll find their check inside. It came this morning and Ihaven’t taken it to the bank yet. They were so grateful to get their daughter back unharmed that theypaid twice the fee I asked.

“This file is the Middleton murder case. It’s not closed yet, but if you look at the photos I took, you’ll seethat it is clearly Carlos Mendoza standing in the motel window. That should be ready to close as soonas the police arrest him. That should be this afternoon.”

“That leaves only three cases still open. Here are the details in these folders…”

I cut her off by pointing to a TV sitting on a table beside her. “What is that?!” I demanded.

“That’s your new computer. The Internet is a great source of information and indispensable ininvestigations.”

“Get rid of it!”

“Big brother, you told me to take care of your business while you were gone, and you can’t possiblyconduct a business these days without a good computer. Now about your website…”

I reached over and pulled open my bottom drawer where I keep the whiskey. It was gone. Instead,there were packets of herbal tea.

I was getting a headache. A big one.

The End