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 air


    coming 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.


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    I was on the twentieth floor of a fancy hotel in Marina del Rey, looking out the window at all the


    expensive sailboats and yachts down in the marina, and thinking about the case just finished up. We


    had flown into LA only the night before, after staying in Japan a few more days so Ste could do her


    second benefit show. This time I was able to watch it and understand better why she is such a popr


    act. The Japanese seemed to really love her.


    After the show as we had ate-night dinner, I asked Ste a question that was on my mind: “How did


    you escape from that water tank? Those ropes were put on very tightly. I wouldn’t think that any woman


    could free herself.”


    “It’s a trick,” she told me. Then she looked around to make sure no one was listening. “The ropes are


    prepared with certain ces that have been treated with a chemical. While dry, they are just as strong


    as untreated rope. But when wet, the chemical quickly causes the ropes to dissolve, but only in the


    treated 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 hold


    your breath.”


    “I was breathing the whole time. You’re right, I can’t hold my breath more than about three minutes. But


    remember the ball gag that Tara put in my mouth? Well, that is not solid rubber. Inside is a small


    cylinder ofpressed air and a tiny regtor. There is a hole in the back of the ball so I only had to


    suck in and there was fresh air. I kept my lips sealed around the ball to keep the water out. I could have


    stayed 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 Ste and Tara and ze to this hotel for a congrattions


    dinner and to help recover from jeg. Ste, Tara and ze were going to spend the night there, then


    be off to wherever they were going the next afternoon. The dinner was very good, the champagne


    flowed and the steaks were first ss. But was what better was the after-dinner show. I mean the one


    that urred in ze’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 Linda


    Goodbody. 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 bit


    about 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.


    ze was untied and I found ab coat to put on. Sort of like my trench coat but not as long, and all


    white colored. I showed Hiroshi and the others where Aiko and the other two Japanese girls were being


    kept. The one who had suffered as an experimental subject, named Midori, had not changed. She was


    still strongly under the influence of that virus or whatever they had injected into her body. She was filled


    with unquenchable hunger for sex in any form. She also still had a strong hatred of all males and would


    attack 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 she


    would be ced 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 was


    taken away and returned to her home, but only after being told to forget everything that she had seen


    or heard.


    Aiko… Ah, poor Aiko. She was also affected by the changes the mad doctor’s virus did to her, but


    fortunately not to the extent of Midori. She was sexually obsessive, true, but had a little more control


    over her hatred of men. Sort of. Personally, I wouldn’t turn my back on her. Hiroshi said that he would


    make sure she had the best care and that he would marry her anyway. Since he understood what had


    happened to her, it was probably better for her that he really loved her very much and was willing to


    take care of her. He would have a wife with a very high sex drive that he would probably have to keep


    chained or tied much of the time, and who might or might not be able to keep her hostile emotions in


    check. 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 powerful


    stuff. Oh, and the good doctor himself: he’s going to spend a lot of time behind bars - sort of ironic


    considering how he kept his subjects behind bars. Anyway, he’ll not be doing any more research. And


    he imed 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 thest piece of unfinished business. I turned to see how ze


    was doing.


    After breakfast, she said she had a few hours to kill before their flight to Las Vegas, and would I please


    help her with some escape practice. Being the gant and reasonable fellow I am, I assured her that it


    would be a pleasure to help her sharpen her skills.


    Almost before I could finish agreeing, she was pulling the shirt off and dropping her cks, kicking off


    her 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 she


    would like to work on, and then I was helping her - with all my heart I was d to help the sweet young


    woman.


    After a few minutes she was tied into a ball. Her arms were tied behind her back, elbows together, legs


    were bound together at the ankles and above the knees - pretty much a standard form of bondage. But


    then I put a leather dog cor around her neck and bent her in half. The dog cor was tied to her knee


    bondage, and pulled until her chin was touching her knees. That left her folded in half and rather


    helpless. But wait! There’s more! I tied a rope around her wrist bondage and passed that down around


    her ankle bondage. I did that a couple times and then pulled on it. That drew her feet towards her


    hands. But with her neck tied to her knees, it did not be a hogtie, but a ball tie. Her legs folded


    until they could close no more. Her hands were tightly pulled down to her ankles. There was really


    nothing she could do. When I finished the tying, I put her in a kneeling position, head touching the floor


    and 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 she


    did not manage escape before that. As I was ready to settle down and watch the show, she reminded


    me that she was not gagged and that was an important part of any good restraint system. She told me


    there 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 had


    put her on the knees to start, but if she fell over I would not put her upright again. She nodded. Then I


    informed her that if she failed to escape within that time limit, I would punish her. She lifted on eyebrow


    in question as to what that punishment might be. I showed her the feather I had obtained just for that


    purpose. 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’t


    really want to; she looked so damned good, all that naked flesh and tied into a small ball. But she had a


    ne 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 tickling


    when I left her. I didn’t stay around to watch her get dressed. I preferred the memory of the way she


    was thest couple hours to that of a clothed ze.


    * * * * *


    My apartment was empty when I got there. But I was a little upset because the ce had been cleaned


    up. All the dishes were washed, all the clothes folded or hung in the closet, and everything picked up


    and/or dusted. My little baby sister, Susie, was undoubted responsible for that. I had let her stay in my


    apartment and allowed her to “take care” of my private investigator business while I was out of town. I


    expected 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 an


    old friend as I climbed the stairs. My office door was, surprisingly, open. Stepping inside I found Susie


    behind my desk, talking on the phone.


    I waited a moment as she finished her conversation - probably to some friend of hers, before I greeted


    her and asked how things were doing.


    Picking up a folder from the desktop, she told me, “Oh, I’ve done a few things. This is the file on the


    Emerson Bank Robbery. That’s closed. I have to testify next week at the trial. This is the Robertson


    Kidnapping file. That one is also closed. You’ll find their check inside. It came this morning and I


    haven’t taken it to the bank yet. They were so grateful to get their daughter back unharmed that they


    paid 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 see


    that it is clearly Carlos Mendoza standing in the motel window. That should be ready to close as soon


    as 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 newputer. The Inte is a great source of information and indispensable in


    investigations.”


    “Get rid of it!”


    “Big brother, you told me to take care of your business while you were gone, and you can’t possibly


    conduct a business these days without a goodputer. 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


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