《The Case of the Mad Scientist》 Chapter 1: A Wonderful Date Turned Sour Chapter 1: A Wonderful Date Turned Sour The Case of the Mad Scientist A Sled Speed Novel by John Savage Published by Running Wolf Books Copyright 2011 John Savage All rights reserved All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means except by prior and express permission of the author. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, ces, events and incidents are either the product of the author''s imagination or used as an element of fiction. Any resemnce to actual persons living or dead is entirely coincidental. This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. 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The man standing by the bed, looking down at her, had a sadistic, evil grin on his surprisingly handsome features. Clenched in his hand was a ssic surgeon¡¯s scalpel, small but very sharp. ¡°Bitch! Bitch!¡± he kept calling her. ¡°All you bitches deserve to die! And slowly.¡± Earlier in the evening, as he had taken her to a fine dining establishment, that face reflected kindness and gentleness, and even a look of love. She was feeling happy that finally she had found a man who loved her for more than just the fine body she was blessed with. Then, aftering to his apartment for what she hoped would be a night of gentle lovemaking that would help to cement a wonderful rtionship, he had changed. From tender kisses in the front room, it became orders to undress when they reached the bedroom. She smiled and hurried off her clothing, epting that a certain amount of male sternness was to be expected when it came to bedroom activities. But then his hands upon her body were no longer the gentle caresses of a few minutes before. He had pushed her down to the bed and held her there while he attached handcuffs to her wrists. She was confused and uneasy as the metal cuffs clicked shut around her wrists. She would be willing to try kinky games if this incredible hunk wanted it, but as her arms were spread wide and held that way by chains going down and under the bed, she became more nervous. She had never been restrained in her young life and it was a strange experience. A part of her tingled at the excitement of being made helpless, and a bigger part protested and was afraid. This was not the Steve she hade to know over the course of two dates. ¡°Those are very tight around my wrists,¡± she told him, unable to keep a little tremor out of her voice. Then she looked up and was shocked. Gone was the kindly, handsome face. In its ce was a mask of pure evil, features contorted into an ugliness that scared her to the core. She tried to kick him as he reached for her ankles, but could not prevent him from locking metal cuffs on them and then spreading her legs wide. Still hoping it was just his way of sex and that soon she would be enjoying a good fucking, she tried to smile. Her mind was filled with doubt. Was this just yacting, as she had heard some people do? Pretending to be an escaped convict and the warden¡¯s wife, or a pirate with a captive maiden; that sort of thing. The chains attached to the bed clearly spoke of premeditation. He had nned this all along. Her limbs secured tightly stretched on the bed, she looked to him, hoping now he would divest himself of clothing and show her that wonderful body she had been longing to see every since she first set eyes upon him at the club. But instead of stripping, he reached into the nightstand and when his hand came up she saw the scalpel. A cry of fear escaped her lips. The real horror began then. He set the scalpel down on her chest, between thoserge breasts. Then he gagged her with arge rubber ball and a strap. Before she realized that she would not be able to scream for help, the gag was in ce and being tightly buckled on. After that, the screams were muffled and useless. Taking her nipple in his fingers, he pulled her breast upward and gazed at it thoughtfully. It was the beginning of a ritual he had performed before, on other helpless women. He had been hurt, given a foul, corrupting disease by a prostitute and now he sought revenge for his ruined life. This woman, a representative of all womankind, would die tonight. It would not be a fast death - no, she would suffer greatly and most painfully before enough blood had fled her body. He did not know the term for what he did to women, but others would have told him it was the ¡°Death of a Thousand Cuts¡± as practiced by the Chinese. Suddenly there was a loud crash in the room. His hand jerked as he reacted, the scalpel leaving a nick on the breast. Then he was looking at death. Chapter 2: A Private Dick in Action Chapter 2: A Private Dick in Action Chapter 2: A Private Dick in Action I¡¯ve said it before, I always like to make a grand entrance. And kicking the door down is a real attention getter. Besides, it¡¯s fun. I followed the falling door into the bedroom, Wilma held before me in the ssic two-handed grip. Taking in the scene, I was surprised to find that he was even more of a bastard than I had thought. This girl¡¯s father, an important attorney, had hired me to check out this new boyfriend of hers. The father, as most fathers do, did not like him, and wanted me to find proof that he was unsuitable for his young, innocent daughter. I had doubts that a neen year old that good looking and with that kind of come-and-get-it body was still a virgin, but he was paying me and for that kind of money she could be a nun as well as a virgin. So I tailed them. He never suspected that I was following him, except for a brief bit when I tripped over that waiter¡¯s foot and caused a mess in the restaurant. From my observations, I had to agree with her father; this guy was just too good to be true. There was a certain slickness about him that set my teeth on edge. The daughter, just neen and fresh out of high school, was totally taken in by a man in his early twenties who had taken such an interest in her. When he drove her to his apartment, I knew he was going to make his move. Time for Sled Speed, the world¡¯s greatest Private Dick, to move in. Her father had made it clear that he did not want this man, or any other, to deflower his precious little girl. Normally, I would never consider interrupting two consenting adults in the act of procreation. But this time I was being paid to prevent that act from happening. Things changed when I snuck into his apartment and listened outside his bedroom door. I had expected to hear some giggling, maybe a sigh or two, perhaps even a cry of delight if I had been a little toote. What I heard was a muffled scream. Now, people, I¡¯ve been around the block a few times, and seen some pretty weird and kinky stuff. One time I rescued a sorority girl from the hands of white vers down in old Mexico. And once rescued my main squeeze from a mad scientist who was performing experiments in pain that the AMA would never approve. What I¡¯m saying is that I know a scream of distress when I hear it. I pulled Wilma out of my shoulder holster, told her to get ready, and kicked down the door. Yeah, I know, it probably was not locked and I could have just opened it carefully, but, as I said, a loud, grand entrance gets people¡¯s attention better. The perp was kneeling on the bed with a de at the girl¡¯s breast. That didn¡¯t sit well with me. I pointed Wilma direct at his head, aiming right between the eyes, and told him, in my gruff private dick voice, ¡°Hold it right there, punk!¡± His eyes went wide with fear. Looking at Wilma from the front like that does it to men. ¡°Drop that knife,¡± I barked. A smart man would have dropped the knife and begged for mercy. But this guy was lost in his own little insane world. I saw him look at the knife and then at me, and could almost hear his thoughts as he wondered if he could get to me before I shot him. ¡°You better think twice, buddy,¡± I said. ¡°This is a Desert Eagle .50 caliber automatic. It is the most powerful automatic in the world and can blow your head clean off. Please check at N/?vel(D)rama.Org. I saw a little doubt in his eyes, so I went on with the rest of the spiel. ¡°Of course, I might miss you. What you¡¯ve got to ask yourself is, do you feel lucky tonight? Well, asshole, do you?¡± He must have felt lucky. Twisting around, heunched himself from the bed in my direction. Wilma put an end to his stupid acts forever. Her voice was very loud in that small bedroom. But she did her job. This asshole stopped in midair as if he had hit a brick wall. Then he was jerked backwards to fall across the tied down girl. Wilma had sent a .50 bullet crashing into his chest, breaking ribs and ripping apart vital organs as it went. He was dead before hended on the girl. He then proceeded to bleed all over her naked body. I had a job on my hands calming the girl down after dragging his body off her. It took a while, but I found the handcuff keys on the dresser and released her. She was sobbing and shaking, and I had to hold her naked body for a long time before she calmed down long enough for me to call the cops. I will say this: he might have been pure evil inside, but he had good taste in women. The cops showed up and we went through the usual procedure. She was taken off to some hospital to be checked up. The main uniform looked at the perp for a while then asked me what the hell I had shot him with: a cannon? I showed him Wilma. He admitted he had heard about those hand howitzers but never seen one. Eventually, he had to let me go. I drove back to my apartment and spent some time filling out a report and billing for my client. I had no idea one of the biggest cases of my illustrious career was about to pounce on me. Chapter 3: Hanging Death Trap Chapter 3: Hanging Death Trap Chapter 3: Hanging Death Trap The gorgeous young women in the skin-tight one-piece simmering red costume was standing on the tform twenty feet above the stage and even more above the crowd who hade to that glittering pleasure dome in Las Vegas to watch her once more defy death. Ste Walters smiled at the crowd as she stood there, one arm held high in a dramatic pose. She held the pose for a few more seconds, and then turned to her assistant. Tara was also up on the tform, holding a cloth sack, also showing off her firm young body in a simr tight fitting bit of electric blue lycra. She put the sack on the tform and then pulled a coil of rope out of it. Ste turned her back and ced her arms behind her. As Tara looped the rope around her elbows and pulled them tightly together, the crowd was treated to a wonderful disy ofrge and firm breasts straining at the thin cloth barely covering them. She bound the wrists after solidly connecting the elbows. To an observer, even one on the tform with them, had there been such, would have had no comint about the method of binding. Tara was wrapping the ropes tightly, cinching them down and double and triple knotting them. No normal woman could have worked her arms free from that bondage. Lowering herself to a kneeling position, Ste allowed her assistant to aid her in lying t on her stomach. Tara then proceeded to fetch another length of white nylon rope and bind Ste¡¯s ankles together. On either side of the stage wererge screens on which were projected close up images of the binding going on high above the people. On screens twenty feet in height, they could see each turn of the rope, each winding of a cinch rope and each knot as it was ced carefully on the premier escape artist¡¯s limbs. Many of the females in the audience gazed in rapture at the binding of this women, most of them imagining what it would be like were it their arms and legs being tied. At a signal from Tara, an overhead hoist began lowering a rope. As the end of it came into view, it appeared to the audience that there was another woman there, bound and tied to the end of the rope. This woman was hogtied in the same manner as Ste, but wore a ck suit that covered her from head to toe, including a hood thatpletely covered the head. Against that ck, the white ropes stood out vividly. As that apparently helpless woman came near the top of the tform, those watching the screen could see that a second rope wasing down from the hogtied figure. As that rope neared, Tara took it in her hands and, as it lowered more, threaded it between Ste¡¯s forearms and legs. The ck d figure stopped at the level of Tara¡¯s head. The rope Tara was using to connect Ste¡¯s hands and feet was tied to a metal ring, which, in turn, was tied around the waist of the figure. As Tara brought the end of the rope back up and was tying it to the ring, the announcer was telling the audience that the figure in ck was just a dummy and was ced there so they could see what would happen to Ste¡¯s body if she did not escape from the ¡°Hanging Hogtie Death Trap.¡± When Tara had the rope tied off to her satisfaction, the dummy began to rise; the rope from her waist ring pulled taut as it did, and Ste¡¯s feet came up and approached her hands. The tightening rope was forcing her into a hogtie very much the same as the dummy¡¯s. Up and up the two hogtied and hanging figures went, until Ste was totally suspended a couple feet above the tform. At that time, the announcer called the audience¡¯s attention to a ck package that was taped to the rope just above the dummy. This, he exined, was a small explosive charge, but one big enough to sever the rope quickly and totally. There was a fuse hanging down from that package. Ste¡¯s assistant would light that fuse, he continued, giving Ste approximately four minutes to escape before the fuse reached the charge and the rope severed. N?velDrama.Org: text ? owner. The overhead hoist began to move sideways, bringing Ste away from the tform. When she was about six feet from the edge, it stopped. Tara was holding the end of the fuse in her hand, waiting for the next part of the act. The announcer then told them what would happen should the escape artist fail to free herself in time. As he did, a short screen at the edge of the stage dropped, revealing a bed of metal spikes directly under Ste. Each was about two feet long and sharpened to a wicked point. Fifteen of them pointed upward in a grid of death. For a few long moments the scene was frozen. Tara was holding the fuse and looking worried. Ste was, as the audience could see on the close up screens, under considerable strain from hanging in a hogtie. The camera panned over her body, catching not only the tightness of the ropes holding her prisoner but also every line and curve of her body as it hung there. There was a short drum roll, and the announcer said, ¡°You may light the fuse!¡± Tara flicked her Bic and put the me to the end of the fuse. It began to sputter and spark. She dropped it and the smoking, sparking end fell down to only a foot above Ste¡¯s bound ankles. Ste began wiggling and struggling. Her fingers frantically felt around the rope binding her wrists, as if seeking a knot she could untie. As she struggled and pulled and strained against the ropes, she was putting on a fine show for the audience. The burning end of the fuse slowly crept upward. Ste strained against the ropes, anxiety obvious on her beautiful face. A couple times she shook her body, making her long blonde hair dance around under her. It was a wonderful show, and more a few males in the audience felt a hardening of their manhood at the sight of this lovely creature so very helpless and endangered. No normal woman could never hope to escape from those tight ropes. Even Ste, with all her skills and superbly conditioned body should not have been able to free any part of herself. Yet, as the sparking end of the fuse climbed closer to that ck taped package, she was straining her arms, pushing one down while pulling the other upward. The ropes seemed to be loosening, almost magically. She continued to work them and they became looser. But her progress was slow - slower than the relentless shortening of the fuse. As the fuse passed by the ck dummy, Ste was jerking her arms back and forth, working them against each other and the ropes. With one hand she was holding on to the rope from her wrists up to the ring, trying to ease the pressure it was applying to the wrist bondage. The other hand was working at the wrist ropes, pulling at them. The fuse was only two feet below the package and climbing. Some of the audience could see that one of the strands of rope had been worked down over her hand. She wasted no time in moving that ck up into the other windings. The fuse was only a foot below the explosives. The ropes were off her wrists and she was still holding on to the rope up to the ring. If she were to let go of it, she would have swung down and been hanging upside down by her ankles. She did not want that. She worked her free arm back and forth rapidly, and suddenly the ropes above her elbows were sliding down. She shook her arm free of them. The fuse was only a few inches from the package. Ste twisted around, pivoting by the hand that was holding the rope, and brought her other hand up to grab it. The fuse was almost touching the explosives. Taking the rope in both hands, Ste rapidly pulled herself upward to get enough ck in the rope still around her ankle bondage so she could begin pumping her legs. She and the dummy began swinging. The burning touched the package. At the same instant, Ste made onest, big pump with her legs as she swung towards the tform. There was a loud bang; fire red from the ck package and the rope was immediately cut in two. At the same instant, Ste let go of the rope and reached out with her hands for the edge of the tform. Behind her, the dummy began falling. Ste¡¯s hands caught the edge. As the dummy crashed onto the spikes below, she was hanging by her hands from the tform. It was clear what would have happened to her had she not worked her way free: the dummy was skewered by the long spikes. With an effort, and aided by Tara, Ste pulled herself onto the tform. She sat there, gasping for a few seconds while the audience apuded. Then she reached down and untied the ropes from her ankles. Standing up, she struck her victory pose, one arm lifted up and one knee bent slightly forward. As the cameras panned over her body, the audience could see the red pressure marks on her arms and ankles, and they knew that she had fought a real battle against the ropes. As they climbed down from the tform, Tara¡¯s hands were shaking. ¡°You nearly didn¡¯t make it this time,¡± she hissed at Ste. ¡°Why do you insist on such dangerous stunts?¡± ¡°Because the people want to see the real thing,¡± she told Tara as she waved and smiled at the audience. ¡°They want to be sure that it is real and not all an illusion.¡± ¡°But it is an illusion, a trick,¡± Tara said as they turned to leave the stage. ¡°We use those special ropes that give like stic. On other tricks there are false bottoms and secret catches and such. But why do you insist on making it so close to being real? You damned near didn¡¯t make it out of those ropes in time.¡± Ste stopped behind the main curtain and turned to her assistant and close friend. ¡°Maybe I like the challenge of seeing how close I cane to failure. How close I can tease death and win.¡± ¡°One of these days you will lose that challenge.¡± ¡°Maybe. But until then, I¡¯m the best female escape artist in the world,¡± she said brightly. ¡°Female, hell. You are the best, period!¡± Chapter 4: An Assignment Chapter 4: An Assignment Chapter 4: An Assignment The pretty young woman had just pulled her Miata into her parking space at the Crenshaw Arms apartmentplex. Humming a happy tune to herself, she picked up a couple textbooks from the seat next to her and walked to the apartment she shared with a fellow secret agent, Mark Paulson. Mark had told her that secret agents did not drive little sports cars like that, they drove high-powered machines, like his Corvette. But she liked her little car. She said it was ¡°cute¡±. Finished with the ss for that day, ¡°Seventeen Ways to Kill a Man with a Pencil,¡± she ready to rx. Being a hot day, she immediately shed her clothing and enjoyed the air-conditioned air against her naked body. In the bedroom, she did a few stretching exercises and wondered what she could do while waiting for Mark toe home. Then she saw the set of handcuffs on the dresser and smiled. Please check at N/?vel(D)rama.Org. She decided to practice escapes from handcuffs. She opened the top drawer of the tall dresser and removed two more sets of handcuffs. Taking all three pairs of steel cuffs in her hands, she made sure that the keys were sitting on the dresser in in sight, and then she tossed the cuffs on the bed. She would need those keys in the event she failed to work her way free from the handcuffs. She locked the first set on her ankles, clicking them down snugly. Then she locked one cuff around her left wrist. Putting her hands behind her back, she felt around and managed to click shut the second cuff around her right wrist. Reaching around in front of her as she sat on the edge of the bed, she took the third pair in her joined hands. It was not too difficult to lock one of the cuffs around the connecting link of the pair on her wrists. Then she rolled over onto her side and arched her body backwards. Feeling behind her, she managed to take the cuffs linking her ankles in one hand, and the empty cuff dangling from her wrist cuffs in the other. Click! Click! And Click! She rolled over onto her stomach and smiled. This was the handcuff hogtie Mark had shown her. It was a quick and simple way to immobilize a prisoner and, ording to Mark, very difficult to get out of. She believed him, because the night he had locked her up in it, she had been totally unable to free herself. So, that warm summer afternoon, she was going to work on escaping from that position. She felt around, pushed and pulled on the cuffs, but she could not force any of them to loosen. In fact, some of them tightened down another click. Then she twisted around and arched her body, trying to see what she was doing behind her. Seeing some of the steel circles locked around her did not help much, but in trying to arch backwards, she felt herself slipping off the bed. Shended on the carpet with a thump. For a while she continued to struggle, rolling around and arching and not moving one inch closer to freedom for all her efforts. Finally shey still, panting from the exertion anding to the conclusion that she was not going to be able to get those damned things off. Might as well give up and find something better to do with her time, she told herself. It was then that she remembered where she had left the keys. From her position on the floor, the top of that dresser was a long way off. Had she been able to stand up, she might - just might - have reached the keys. But in her desire to make this a difficult escape, she had locked her wrists to her ankles and standing was impossible. With a sigh, she realized that she would just have to wait until Mark came home. Then she would have to endure his teasing, some of which would probably including tickling her while she was helpless. Of course, that might lead to teasing of a more personal kind and then¡­ She smiled at the thought of what might happen then. Meantime, it was going to be a long afternoon. Chapter 5: Why is Blaze so Good? Chapter 5: Why is ze so Good? Chapter 5: Why is ze so Good? ¡°I just don¡¯t understand it.¡± ¡°What don¡¯t you understand?¡± The speakers were Dr. Justin Hancock, Deputy Administrator for Technological Analysis, and Calvin Grudge, Section Chief for Eastern European Affairs. Both men held positions in the Central Intelligence Agency, often simply called ¡°the Company¡±. They were in Dr. Hancock¡¯s office in the Langley, Virginia headquarters. With them was Agent Mark Paulson, recently promoted to ¡°Third Assistant Chief of Field Operations¡±. ¡°This agent, ze,¡± the doctor told Calvin. ¡°She has been on three assignments ande back from all three with objectives totally aplished. Yet, from these reports, she did not, repeat NOT, follow agency guidelines in any of the assignments. She¡¯s barely passed most of the courses you¡¯ve given her, gotten very badments from her instructors, and doesn¡¯t really understand the spy game at all. James Bond is her shining example of what a spy should be. Worst of all, her IQ is only slightly higher than my dog¡¯s! How do you ount for this?¡± ¡°Dumb luck?¡± Calvin grimaced as he said it. ¡°But you can¡¯t deny that she¡¯s getting the job done. And she did score the highest score ever in handgun marksmanship. Boy, can she shoot!¡± ¡°Dumb luck?¡± the doctor repeated in a disbelieving tone. ¡°Dumb luck! Our agents are the most highly trained agents in the world. They all have college degrees before we hire them, then we train them constantly until there is very little they do not know, from hand to handbat to space technology. And even with all this, we still lose too many in the field. How does she do it?¡± ¡°Maybe there is a God who protects fools and little children,¡± muttered Mark Paulson. He wanted to defend ze, but the truth was that he agreed with the doctor. He had been with her on those missions, and even he still did not understand how she alwaysnded on her feet and defeated the bad guys. Maybe ¡°dumb luck¡± was the real answer. It did not help matters that he was passionately in love with that not-too-bright but sexy-as-hell agent. Finally, he felt he had to speak up. ¡°She¡¯s learning,¡± he told them. ¡°I¡¯m sure she¡¯ll be a more disciplined agent¡­ eventually.¡± Mark did not want the agency to drop ze from the ranks of its agents. She was so in love with being a secret agent that it would break her heart to be kicked out. ¡°Let¡¯s give her a little more time.¡± The doctor harrumphed and stroked his goatee. ¡°I may have to. I have to assign agents for a rtively minor matter, and we¡¯re a little short right now. Budget cuts, you know.¡± ¡°What is the minor matter?¡± Mark asked, hoping that if he got this old college professor talking technical matters, he would forget about dropping ze. ¡°In fact, we¡¯re so short of manpower that I may have to call in some civilians to assist in this assignment,¡± he continued, ignoring Mark¡¯s question. ¡°And you know how much I hate to do that.¡± Mark nodded, and Calvin looked distressed. Nobody in the agency liked to have to depend upon civilians. But sometimes they had to. That was how ze had be an agent in the first ce. She was a civilian who just happened to be the perfect duplicate in appearance of an agent who had disappeared. Dr. Hancock took a deep breath, and then tapped his finger on a folder on his desk. ¡°A scientist doing gic research at Swanson Labs is missing. Also missing is a fair amount of hisb notes and other material of his advanced research into DNA maniption. There are no backup copies of this material; apparently he erased everything before he disappeared. We need to find out what has happened to Dr. Sorren. And get that research material back. Apparently, he was working in some highly secret areas, and we cannot afford to let that information fall into the wrong hands. Thebs tell me that he was making considerable progress at programming DNA.¡± ¡°We¡¯ll get right on it,¡± Calvin said. He held out his hand for the file. ¡°I¡¯ve already listed the names of two civilians who can assist us in this endeavor. You¡¯ll find all the information in here.¡± Calvin picked up the folder and they left. In the hallway, heading back to Calvin¡¯s office, Mark breathed a sigh of relief. ¡°That was close,¡± he said. Calvin shook his head. ¡°I know that you¡¯re shacking up with agent ze,¡± he said, ¡°Which is not a good idea. Don¡¯t let your feeling for her overridemon sense. Agents who be emotionally attached usually get killed.¡± They entered his office and he tossed the folder on his desk before heading for the coffee maker in the corner. Mark picked up the folder and began reading the first sheet of paper. It was the list of personnel Dr. Hancock had picked for the assignment. As he read, his eyes widened. ¡°Wow! ze is going to like this.¡± He looked up as his boss handed him a cup of coffee. ¡°One of the civilians he wants is a friend of ze¡¯s: Ste Walters!¡± ¡°You mean that famous escape artist?¡± Calvin said as he sat down. ¡°Why would he want her?¡± ¡°Apparently she is going to make an appearance in Tokyo, Japan. And that is where Dr. Sorren was last traced to. A man matching his description boarded a ne for Tokyo three days ago. Dr. Hancock assumes that her show can act as a cover for inserting a team into Japan to look for Dr. Sorren.¡± ¡°Didn¡¯t she have some trouble in Japan a little while ago?¡± ¡°Yes, she was kidnapped by white vers and sold to a man in Japan. She managed to escape. Rescued her assistant also.¡± ¡°You would think she would want to have no part to do with Japan. Why is she doing it?¡± ¡°My guess would be for two reasons. One, the Japanese are very much into bondage, and escape artists, especially females, are highly regarded. Secondly, the show will be a benefit for victims of the recent earthquake.¡± ¡°Brave girl. Who else does he want?¡± Mark consulted the sheet again. ¡°Someone named Sled Speed. Strange name. Apparently he¡¯s a private investigator in California. The doctor thinks that his background will fit this assignment. Apparently he did a good job of rescuing some kidnapped sorority girls, and he was involved in solving the case of a mad scientist who was kidnapping college girls.¡± Please check at N/?vel(D)rama.Org. ¡°Sounds like a good man,¡± Calvin said, sipping the hot coffee. ¡°Even if he has a strange sounding name. Well, get them together for a briefing. I¡¯ll leave the details up to you. And, Mark¡­¡± ¡°Yes, sir?¡± ¡°I know that you¡¯re not going along on this assignment because of your new duties, but try to make sure that agent ze doesn¡¯t screw up.¡± ¡°Yes, sir!¡± Chapter 6: Briefing Chapter 6: Briefing Chapter 6: Briefing When you¡¯re the best, word gets around, and people starting to you. I was sitting at my desk, contemting the sorry state of crime in Los Angeles when this guy walks in. He¡¯s tall, early twenties and dressed in an off-the-rack ck suit with white shirt and ck tie, the kind of uniform that just screams ¡°FBI¡±. So it was a bit of a surprise when he shes this id at me saying he¡¯s a spook, a spy type for our own CIA. Well, I had fingered him for some authority type. After making sure that I¡¯m who the sign on my doors ims I am, he tells me that he has a job for me. I was floating along just fine on money I made from the Case of the Kidnapped Countess, so I could afford to be picky. I may be a hardboiled Private Dick, but I am one hundred percent all American and when my country calls and all that¡­ This guy says it will involve body-guarding some show business dame named Ste. Well, the way he put it, I would be supplying ¡°internal security¡± for her and her attendants during a couple shows overseas. I hoped she would have a body worth guarding. He gave me an address down by LAX and a time early the next morning. I told him I was between cases right then, so, yeah, I¡¯d be there. With disparaging look around my office, he took his leave. Please check at N/?vel(D)rama.Org. I opened the lower left hand drawer of my desk and had a good shot of whiskey. Us Private Dicks always do that at the beginning of a case. Chapter 7: Meeting with the Company Chapter 7: Meeting with the Company Chapter 7: Meeting with the Company Although I am usually not fond of early morning hours, a nine sharp I was walking into the office building at the address given me. It was a in office building, four stories, housing a dozen or so small businesses. Suite 3B had a sign on the door reading ¡°Brooks Financial Investments,¡± which I didn¡¯t believe at all. In the few dealings I had with anything like the CIA, the first rule you learned was that things were never as they seemed, and everyone lies. I was led to a small conference room. Apparently I was thest one to arrive because everyone looked up at me when I entered, and the man standing at the end of the table cleared his throat and said, ¡°Now we can begin.¡± ¡°First, I¡¯ll introduce you all. I am Calvin Grudge. I am a section chief with the CIA. Going around the table, this is ze Lane, a field agent.¡± The dame he nodded to looked like one of the sorority chicks I worked with a while ago: very pretty, filled out her blouse nicely, long ck hair, and the softest blue eyes. Didn¡¯t look like she had much in the way of smarts, but with a body like that, who cares? ¡°This is Ste Walters, whom many of you may have seen on TV or in one of her shows. She is a professional escape artist.¡± This one was a really eye-grabber. Long golden blonde hair, an oval face with bright blue eyes and very kissable lips. The body would have looked good in any centerfold. So this was the body I was to guard. This was going to be a fun case, I figured. I smiled at her. Her lips twisted in what might have been the beginning of smile. Which was for the better. If her full smile was as sexy as the rest of her, it probably would have melted every man in the room. ¡°And her assistant, Tara.¡± That one was not a real match for ze or Ste, but still I wouldn¡¯t have kicked her out of bed. Unless we needed more room on the floor. She had red hair, a really cute turned up nose, and sort of looked like Kathy Wilson, the girl next door that I had a crush on in the seventh grade. ¡°This is Sled Speed, a private investigator who will be providing security on this case.¡± I looked around and noticed that there were three gorgeous dames and only one man: little old me. I smiled at them all. This was going to be a fun case. ¡°I want you all to understand that this is a CIA operation and everything I tell you is ssified. You are to repeat nothing of what you hear or see to anyone else. Understood?¡± He made a really quick nce around the table at each of us, obviously waiting to see if anyone objected. ¡°Our mission goal is to find and extract a scientist who worked for Swanson Labs in DNA research, and who has gone missing. He left the country and took with him important data and research results that we want back.¡± He paused to press a button on a remote control, and the face of a man appeared on the screen behind him. It was your typical scientist: older, wearing sses, unkempt gray hair, and a confused look in his eyes, as if he was not sure why someone was taking his picture. ¡°Dr. William Sorren. Age 56, PhD from University of Illinois, one of the foremost researchers in the field of DNA coding. He wasst seen boarding a ne for Japan. There was another possible sighting in the Tokyo area. ¡°This team¡¯s cover will be a benefit show put on by Miss Walters in Tokyo. The show will be for real and all proceeds will go to earthquake and tsunami victims. Two shows have been scheduled a week apart, which should allow you time to search for Dr. Sorren. ¡°ze will be in charge of the mission. Mr. Speed will provide, as he likes to call it, ¡®muscle¡¯, in the event that things do not go smoothly. We do not know if Dr. Sorren took off on his own or if some other country is behind his disappearance. There may bepetition in the field also looking for the doctor. Or there may be someone protecting him. ¡°Your ne will leave at 1:30 pm today. If any of you havest minute tasks to attend to, I advise you get them done. Much of Miss Walters¡¯ props have already been delivered to Japan. The four of you will flymercial to Hawaii where you will board a military flight to Japan. ¡°Here are folders with the information you will need, including a rundown on Dr. Sorren. Inside are the hotel confirmations and other documents you will also need.¡± He paused to pass around file folders. ¡°Once you are on the mission, please direct any questions you have to ze. She will be in close contact with us back here. Any questions?¡± He looked around. I had a few, but held back. ¡°Very good then. You have twelve days to insert into the country, find the doctor and bring him back. Or at least his research notes. His work is more valuable than he is. In fact¡­¡± he looked around, but seemed to be mostly directing his words to me, ¡°in fact, if you cannot extract the doctor, it would not be advisable to leave him in any condition to be of use to any potential hostile power.¡± It didn¡¯t take a brick wall falling on me to understand that he was telling us to kill the bastard if we can¡¯t get him back. And since I was the ¡°muscle¡±, that would be my job. Well, it wouldn¡¯t be the first time I¡¯ve taken out a bad guy. The three women stood and began exiting the room. It was a good chance for me to see what kind of legs they had. Nice show, I had to admit. That ze girl and Ste wore very short skirts and really, I mean really, had the legs for it. Tara wore jeans but still looked to be pretty good. When they left, I went up to this Calvin fellow. What kind of parents would give a man the name Calvin? I opened my trench coat so he could see Wilma, my trusty little .50 caliber Desert Eagle automatic, in her shoulder holster. ¡°Will I have any trouble getting this into Japan?¡± I asked him. For a few seconds he just looked at Wilma. Then he swallowed, and told me, ¡°No, not really. Keep it in your luggage on themercial flight. Once you¡¯re on the military flight, you won¡¯t have to go through Japanese customs. We have a lot of military flights going in with supplies and such.¡± He lifted one eyebrow and, with a slight shake of his head, added, ¡°But once in Japan, you had better keep a low profile. Don¡¯t fire that cannon off unless you have to.¡± ¡°I never do,¡± I told him. Then I asked another thing that was on my mind. ¡°Isn¡¯t that ze gal a little young to be heading a mission?¡± ¡°She had been highly effective on several recent missions. We have the highest confidence in her ability.¡± One of the basic skills you learn as a Private Dick is when someone is lying to you. This guy was. There was a nervous little tick in the corner of his mouth that gave him away. But I couldn¡¯t see any gooding from pressing him. So instead, I asked why they chose this Ste Walters. ¡°She has a type of act that the Japanese seem to be very attracted to. They are inordinately fond of female escape artists. It had been no problem getting official approval for her to put on a benefit show. She had proven herself in a prior mission with ze. And, she was in Japan recently.¡± Again that little tick. He was not telling me all. ¡°She also worked with ze on a recent assignment where they stopped a flow of secrets out of the country.¡±N?velDrama.Org: text ? owner. I pushed up the brim of my porkpie hat with one finger and told him, ¡°Fine. I¡¯ll take care of your gals.¡± I smiled at him. ¡°Besides I¡¯ve always liked Chow Mein.¡± ¡°That¡¯s Chinese,¡± he said. ¡°Whatever. See you after we get back.¡± I left. I had to get in touch with Susie, my little sister, and arrange for her to watch the business while I was gone. That would thrill her. She really wants to be a private dic¡­ err, investigator. I just hoped that no case woulde in while she was in charge. * * * * * After Sled closed the door, Calvin Grudge sighed and wiped is brow. ¡°First ze and now this idiot. Lord help us,¡± he muttered sincerely. Chapter 8: Flying to Japan Chapter 8: Flying to Japan Chapter 8: Flying to Japan This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org. The flight to Hawaii was routine. I sat in a window seat and mostly looked out. There¡¯s a lot of water between LA and Hawaii. Bunch of clouds, too, but mostly water. Would hate to have to swim back home. It bothered me, not having theforting weight of Wilma in her snug shoulder holster under my coat. It was love at first sight. Those sleek lines, the massive power she projected; I just knew I had to have her. First chance I got, I took her to the shooting range and had the wild experience of firing a gun most Private Dicks would give their right testicle for. She roared loud and mmed those huge rounds into the backstop with enough force to shake dust off the ceiling. She had already served me well during the Case of the Kidnapped Countess, blowing away Skinny Lister just as he was about to nt a couple .45 slugs into yours truly. Served him right when she blew him backwards and out his picture window and four stories to the pavement. I would feel much better when she was back under my coat. Chapter 9: No One will Miss Her Chapter 9: No One will Miss Her Chapter 9: No One will Miss Her ¡°Is this the best you could get?¡± The speaker was Dr. William Sorren. The location was a small researchboratory built into the basement of arge house on a hillside not far from the small town of Kitakara, Japan. There were no windows in the undergroundb, but from the top level of the house one had a fine view of Hibara Ko, a moderate sizedke about three miles in length in the wooded foothills of northern Honshu. Dr. Sorren wore a typicalb coat, and had pushed his reading sses up on his forehead. His beard was salt and pepper and his eyes rather dark, almost brooding when no other emotion animated his face. The age spots and wrinkles of an older man were setting in. ¡°She is a whore from Tokyo. Ozaki picked her up,¡± said Gato, his Japanese assistant. ¡°No one will miss her.¡± The woman in question was kneeling before Sorren, head bowed. She was dressed in a cheap, tight- fitting dress of the type used by streetwalkers to attract customers. Her arms were bound behind her back and Gato was holding on to the ropes linking her elbows. Unable to understand the English spoken by those two, she could only try to keep her fear inside her and hope that all these men wanted was to use her body and then - hopefully - let her go. She was in herte twenties and had been a prostitute since she was sixteen. A few times she had been sort of ¡°kidnapped¡± by a customer, but always once he had his satisfaction with her, he would let her go. One man kept her in his apartment for two days, but even then she was not really scared. These men were different. The two who had kidnapped her from a streette at night had not used her body or even forced her to service them. There was this long drive in a van after they bound her arms and feet, and then she was hauled out and brought before this American in the white coat. She refused to look up at him, keeping her eyes on the floor in a very submissive pose. It was the way she had survived so many years in a rough trade. Offer no resistance, and make sure the man was sexually satisfied. Little did she know that this gray-haired American did not want her for sexual purposes. Sorren was unhappy because he had told Gato that he wanted young women. This one was at least ten years older than he had expected. She was pretty, in a way, and that body in the tight yellow dress looked pretty good. But, for his testing he wanted a woman whose body had just reached sexual maturity. He sighed. ¡°Tell Ozaki to get another. And tell him to make sure she is no older than twenty, preferably younger.¡± ¡°I shall.¡± N?velDrama.Org: text ? owner. Sorren ced a finger under her chin and tilted her face up so he could see her better. There was fear in those eyes, but she hid it well. It had amazed him when he first began experiments on Japanese women. Where an American woman would be kicking and screaming, they were meek and docile. Must be a different upbringing. She still tried to avert her eyes from his, the sign of submission in any animal species. Do not make eye contact. He let her go. ¡°Before you talk to Ozaki, fix this one up in the chamber. I¡¯ll run a test on her this afternoon. But I fear she is too old.¡± ¡°Yes, doctor.¡± Gato jerked on the rope and the woman rose to her feet. When he ordered he to move, she did, still keeping her eyes down and trying to keep the increasing fear inside. She kept telling herself that they would use her and then¡­ But it was bing harder to believe that. She knew she had an attractive body but they let her keep her dress on. What kind of men were these? What did they want, if not sex? Gato led her to the far end of theb where a small steel door was set into the wall. Beside it was a window set in a metal frame and appearing to be of quite thick ss. Through the window could be seen two metal poles, set solidly in the floor and attached to the ceiling. The walls were made of metal and painted a dull, depressing gray. He opened the door and led her in. Once inside, he pushed her up against one of the metal poles. Hanging from it was a short chain and a padlock. He ced that chain around her neck and locked it so that her neck was chained very closely to the pole. He untied the knots and removed the rope from her arms. She brought them around in front of her body and rubbed at her wrists but did not try to fight him. ¡°Take the dress off,¡± he told her in Japanese. Her eyes opened a little wider but sheplied. Under the dress, she wore no panties or bra; this was her working clothing, and the customers usually liked the fact that she was naked under the dress. She stepped out of the dress and, without being told to, kicked off her shoes. She deliberately made no move to cover herself with her hands. Let him look. She wanted him to get interested in her body. Once he had sex with her, she would be better off, she was sure. He might even let her go. It bothered her that she was chained by the neck to that pole, but she was used to men who liked their women tied up. She was wondering if she should initiate things. She was afraid, and the sooner she got things back into normal patterns the better she would feel. But the usual way to get a man interested was to kneel down and open the fly of his pants. The chain around her neck kept her from kneeling. Using the rope he had taken off her arms, he pulled her hands behind her back and the pole, and began binding the wrists crossed there. This was not going the way she hoped it would. Tying a girl to a pole was not normal procedure if you wanted to screw her. But if you were going to hurt her¡­ She was well aware that there were men who enjoyed hurting a woman. She had known more than a few of them. She began praying that this one would not hurt her too badly. If she were marked up too badly, it would be hard to work her trade. When her wrists were tightly bound in a crossed position, he knelt down and looped rope around one ankle. A momentter she felt that ankle being pulled back, behind the pole. Then the other ankle. He was wrapping rope around them, binding her in such a way that she had to lean forward. She tried to hold on to the pole with her hands. Finished, Gato stood and checked his work. The naked woman¡¯s body was now leaning forward, with both feet tied behind the pole, but her head was straight up, held in ce by the chain around her neck. There was no way she could fall because the rope binding her wrists prevented that, along with the chain locking her neck in ce. Only then did he allow himself to see her and think of her as a woman. She had a nice body. Short legspared to the American women he had seen, and breasts that were not asrge, but then most of the naked American women he had seen were in the centerfolds of magazine. She could lose a few pounds and look better. Still, this woman was not bad at all. ¡°What are you going to do to me?¡± she asked him, meekly. ¡°If you will untie me, I will please you.¡± For just a moment he thought about telling her the truth. What would she do? Of course, by this point, what could she do? She was quite well tied and would not be leaving that metal pole on her own. He looked back out the door. The doctor would not be in for a while, he knew. Maybe he could get in a little ying with the woman. The doctor would never know. She apparently did not speak English and the doctor did not speak Japanese. He could fuck the hell out of her and the doctor would never know. Well, probably never know. There was always the possibility that he could tell from her reactions to the treatment. And, besides, her legs were tied together and getting in would take a contortionist, if even then. Screwing this one would be out of the question. He contented himself with grabbing a breast and squeezing until she grimaced and whined. Then he grabbed her pubic patch and squeezed there as hard as he could. Her body jerked backward but could not go far. The pain he was causing her was his way of taking out his frustration at not being able to screw her properly. ¡°The doctor is going to give you an injection,¡± he told her with a sadistic grin. ¡°And then you¡¯ll get very horny. You¡¯ll yell at us to touch you but we won¡¯t.¡± He could see the look in her eyes that said, ¡°What kind of torture is that?¡± Maybe she doubted it, but he knew that it would be torture. He had seen other women undergoing the same routine in thest week since the doctor hade. ¡°Gato, don¡¯t mess with the subjects,¡± came a voice from behind him. Quickly he let go of the flesh he had been crushing. Vivid red marks remained on her breast from his fingers. ¡°I¡¯ve told you before, I want the subjects to be in a quiescent state when I begin an experiment. Not that it makes much difference in this case. I fear she¡¯s too old to get good results.¡± Gato nodded his obedience but grinned at the woman as soon as the doctor¡¯s back was turned. The hypo was small and only about ten¡¯s were injected into her arm. They left her tied to that pole and closed the heavy metal door. It had rubber sealing around the edges and several rods that went into holes in the frame when the handle was turned. The chamber was totally soundproof with that door closed and sealed. ¡°Should take about five minutes before the changes begin,¡± the doctor said. ¡°I¡¯ll record this run but it will probably yield no useful material.¡± He busied himself with a panel of switches and dials set just below the window. The woman inside was bound in such a way that they could see her easily. She was looking around with real fright in her eyes now. He knew she could see them looking in. For a while she tested the bonds, but she knew from experience that the man who had tied her knew what he was doing. She would not be freeing herself. ¡°There, it¡¯s starting,¡± he finally said. Chapter 10: One Turned On Woman Chapter 10: One Turned On Woman Chapter 10: One Turned On Woman Inside the chamber, the woman was looking puzzled. She twisted slowly this way and that, but it was not real attempts to free herself; it was more that her body was feeling funny and she did not know why. Slowly, a change came over her face. The worry and fear were fading away, being reced by equally as basic emotions but of a more pleasant type. Her eyes closed and her twisting became more sinuous, more sexually inspired. They could see the tip of her tongue sticking out and wetting her lips. Her head moved slowly back and forth as she savored the intense sexual feeling that was flooding over her body. Although not speeding up, her movements became more intense, a measure of the feeling inside her. Her mouth opened and her breathing became heavier. Then her eyes opened and she stared at the men behind the ss. She pushed her breasts and pussy towards them, begging with her eyes at the same time. There was no mistaking it: this woman was in the tight grip of intense sexual arousal. Gato had told her the truth. She wanted to be touched. She wanted his hands on her breasts again, squeezing and pinching as hard as he could. The pain would blend in with the arousal, making it even more intense. She wanted a man inside her vagina more desperately than she had ever in her life. If not a penis, then a finger, a bottle, anything! Lifting her body up on her toes, she thrust it towards the men as much as the ropes and chain allowed. They could see her lips moving and knew she was pleading with them, begging for them toe in and touch her. A fire such as she had never known burned between her legs, a heat that spread out from there and threatened to engulf her whole being. She moaned and begged some more. Her whole universe became that incredible, burning want in her body. Her body strained against the ropes, even against the chain around her neck. The pleas and begging became stronger, more desperate. ¡°It¡¯s entering the second stage,¡± the doctormented, emotionlessly. ¡°If she were not tied firmly, she would be throwing herself on any man she could. She would tear him apart in her desperate need for a man.¡± ¡°If she were not tied,¡± Gato added, ¡°she would be shoving a baseball bat up her cunt!¡± The image of that happening excited him. This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org. ¡°Gato!¡± The same image appalled Sorren. ¡°This is a scientific experiment, not one of those porno films.¡± ¡°Just agreeing with you,¡± he said meekly. ¡°Just agreeing.¡± Inside the chamber, the bound woman was entering stage three. Unable to gain any sexual satisfaction, and being overwhelmed by frustration, she was screaming at the two men behind the window. Alternating vile curses and heart-rending pleas, she shook all over and became more violent in her thrusting her body - almost as if she expected to break the ropes by sheer strength of her muscles. When first he had begun the experiments, the doctor had been surprised by the intensity of both the screams and the struggles. So he had the chamber built and made sure it was soundproof. In response to massive changes going on within her body, the woman was goingpletely insane. Her was yelling no longer in coherent words but animal-like sounds. Tilting her head back as much as allowed by the chain, she howled at the ceiling. Her head tilted to one side and her howls turned into panting. Her face, which had been flushed, was turning pale. Slowly her eyes closed. A minuteter she was slumped in her bonds, eyes shut and apparently unconscious. Or worse. Gato, who had been panting almost as much as the woman, felt his erection fading as the show ended. ¡°Once again the DNA changes were too much for the body,¡± Sorren said. ¡°So close, and yet so much work still to be done.¡± He sighed and turned to go. ¡°Remove her,¡± he told his assistant. ¡°Get rid of her. She¡¯s of no further use to us.¡± Chapter 11: Rehearsal Chapter 11: Rehearsal Chapter 11: Rehearsal I apanied ze Lane from our hotel to the Suntory Hall where Ste was going to put on her show in four days. The Hall had two auditoriums; she was getting therger, one able to hold two thousand people. Right then, the seats were empty save for a few Japanese who I guess were management of the Hall. Ste and Tara were on the stage, supervising the assembly of what looked like arge aquarium. It was a steel framework with four ss walls. It stood on four legs with wheels almost a foot off the floor so that you could see there was nothing under it. The main part was around eight feet tall. Some guys were working on a hoist directly over the tank. ze and I went down the aisle to take seats in the front row. As we watched, I got the impression that Ste and Tara had done this many times. They worked like a well-oiled machine, at times seeming to communicate without words. They were rising and lowering a steel cable from the hoist, and she was telling them that they had to move it over so it was directly over the tank at one end of the short distance it could travel sideways. The trip to Japan had been rtively uneventful. Wended at Honolulu International but I didn¡¯t have a chance to see any of the famous Hawaiian sights. We were driven by shuttle to the Hickham Air Force Base, which shares runways with Honolulu International, then loaded onto this humongous airne. The crewman who helped us to our seats told us that it was a C5A Gxy. Believe me, that thing was huge! He said the wingspan was two hundred and twenty-two feet and it was almost two hundred and fifty feet long. The cargo area was filled with boxes that he said were food and medical supplies for victims of the massive earthquake they had a couple months ago. Please check at N/?vel(D)rama.Org. I had serious doubts about whether or not this thing could possibly fly. It was impossible to imagine that much metal could push itself into the sky. When I expressed doubts, the crewmanughed and told me it was one of these nes that put the Space Shuttle on its back and flew it around. Where we were sitting, there were no windows. A few minutes after we were seat belted in, there came this whine/roar from one side, then the other as they fired up those big engines. For a long time we didn¡¯t seem to be moving, and I had to wonder why they were just sitting there and not taking off. Eventually, the noise increased and I could feel the ne moving. The crewman who had helped us returned, took a seat and grinned. After some moving and turning, we stopped again. Then the whining noise really got loud. The whole ne seemed to shudder, like a wild beast eager to run. It seemed like minutes were passing and all we were doing was racing down the runway. Then the floor tilted and that huge beast was climbing for the clouds. The kid in the green flight suit just grinned. I guess this was old hat to him, but I found it a little frightening. Onmercial airliners, everything seems to go smoothly. On this thing, there was shaking, far too much noise and a feeling that it was really straining to keep in the air. Right then I was remembering something my old granddad used to tell me: ¡°If man were meant to fly, God would have given him wings.¡± Maybe granddad had something there. Maybe Ste and Tara do a lot of flying, ¡¯cause they settled back and actually took a nap! ze was bright-eyed and as eager as a kid going on a roller coaster ride. I leaned back, tilted my hat over my eyes and pretended to sleep too, while I waited for the inevitable yelling and screaming and praying just before the crash. We didn¡¯t crash. I muttered a little prayer of thanks when the hatch finally opened and we stepped out into a warm rain. The airport was a damned busy ce. Carts and shuttles racing all over the ce,rge trucks backing up to the ne, and a lot of people who were either running around or just standing in ce. I watched in awe as the whole front of the ne began tilting up. Like a giant mouth, it opened wider and wider. A ramp was pulled out and men began unloading those crates. We were deposited in a shuttle and driven to our hotel. I was d to see my suitcase being loaded. I wanted to check and make sure that Wilma had made the trip okay. Wilma was just fine and now restingfortably under my trench coat, a reassuring weight there. ¡°Ste is a very good escape artist,¡± ze told me. ¡°I¡¯ve seen some of her shows and it is impossible to believe that she escapes from some of that stuff.¡± The young woman was bubbling over with enthusiasm for this performer. ¡°There was this one time that I saw her all tied up, gagged and then stuffed into a sack and hung it up. They pulled a curtain around her and in just a few seconds pulled it back. When they opened the sack, there was Tara, tied exactly as Ste had been. Ste came down the aisle, waving at the audience and smiling.¡± ¡°The old switcher-roo, huh?¡± ¡°She taught me all I know about escaping,¡± ze continued. ¡°We had quite a few private lessons. It was most informative.¡± ¡°You think you¡¯re good at escaping?¡± I asked. If this dame thought highly of her skills, then I was willing to put them to the test. She did have a very nice body even if her head was only half filled. ¡°Oh, I¡¯m good, but not nearly as good as Ste. I really don¡¯t know how she got out of some of those ties.¡± ¡°I had a girlfriend once,¡± I began, ¡°she was pretty good at escaping from ropes.¡± I paused as the image of Linda Goodbody shed before my eyes. Linda was the best thing that ever happened to me. She was the housemother for Alpha Alpha Alpha sorority when I was called in to solve the Case of the Kidnapped Sorority Sister. And then, not long after that, more coeds began disappearing on the campus. When this really crazy doctor grabbed Linda, I just had to do something. She was ever so grateful when I rescued her, and spent the better part of a long, long weekend showing me just how grateful she was. ¡°You did? Gosh, I¡¯ll bet you had some fun times with her. My boyfriend, Mark, Mark Paulson, you met him at the briefing, well, he helps me practice escapes.¡± She actually giggled, then continued, ¡°You never can tell when you might get tied up on an assignment. All us spies practice a lot.¡± This was beginning to sound more and more like it would be a fun case. Chapter 12: Things Look Promising 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 Ste will loan us some of her ropes.¡± There is a God in Heaven! Just then, Ste 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,e-to-the- bedroom voice of hers. ¡°To make sure the equipment is properly set up. You two can watch, if you like.¡± ze smiled and added, ¡°Then we¡¯ll go out to dinner afterwards and make ns for finding this Sorren guy. I¡¯ll check with Mr. Grudge back at thepany to see if there is any new information.¡± I hoped the 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 Ste and Tara picking up pieces of raw fish and dipping them in sauces before eating them. Ugh! I prefer my fish well cooked, thank you. The afternoon rehearsal went smoothly. It began with the assistants filling the tank with water. Then Ste came back on stage, having switched her leotards for a tiny bikini that left damned little to the imagination. Oh, and a pair of high heels that matched her bikini - both ck. 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. Ste 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 horny. It has been sooooo long since the day Linda Goodbody dumped me. I¡¯ve been around some kinky people and have seen plenty women being 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 the ropes Tara was putting on were well done. They were tightly applied, cinched down and knotted not once but several times and where the fingers could never reach. When her 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, she bound her legs higher up, both above and below the knees. It was a pretty nice, neat job and obviously tightly applied. She would have a lot of difficulty wiggling out of those ropes. Tara helped ease Ste 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 Ste¡¯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 Ste¡¯s weight without the slightest chance of breaking. I expected the hoist to start up again, but instead Tara took something off the table and walked around behind Ste. I was surprised to see that it was a ball gag! She put it in front of Ste¡¯s face, who, obligingly, opened her mouth to ept the rubber ball. Tara strapped it tightly in ce, you could tell by the way the leather straps cut into the sides of her mouth. I had seen enough girls gagged to know that she would not be pushing this one out. Then the hoist began to take up the cable. Tara knelt by Ste as her legs were lifted, then helped ease her down so that she would not fall back. In a minute, the lovely young 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. Ste 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 the water. Then she was going down. No, I don¡¯t mean that way. She was being lowered into the 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. Ste 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 water? Her long hair spread out like a halo around her head. Then Tara pulled a curtain across the front of the tank. She walked to the side of the stage and brought out arge clock 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 divided into twelve numbers but only five. It would take five minutes for the slower hand toplete one revolution. You could feel the tension in the air. 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 Ste could possibly escape from certain drowning. She might be good, but no woman tied as tightly and well as she was could free herself. Not to mention being hung upside down underwater. The steel cable above the tank moved a bit, as if she were struggling at the end of it. It shook a couple times, and swayed a little. Then it went still. The minute hand kept creeping along. There were five marks along the edge of the clock, one for each 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 upside down in water and struggling? As the hand neared four minutes, I began to wonder if someone shouldn¡¯t go up there and pull that curtain aside to see if she was in trouble. But the only person near the curtain was Tara and she was making no move to touch it. Four minutes and a handful of seconds. Then four and a half. 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 a long time. I could just imagine her body hanging down in that water, lungs filled with water and lifeless eyes on that gorgeous face. I started to rise from my seat when ze put a hand on my arm. ¡°Don¡¯t worry,¡± she said. ¡°She¡¯s a professional. She knows what she¡¯s doing.¡± This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org. Amazingly, ze did not seem concerned at all. I know I was, and the men sitting to our right looked rather nervous. Even Tara had concern in her eyes, even though she was still smiling. Why didn¡¯t she pull that curtain away? All kinds of idea shed into my 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. If Ste was not out by that limit, go and save her! ze¡¯s advice or no, I was on my feet and about to vault onto that stage when Tara finally moved. With maddeningly slow movements, she walked to the edge of the curtain, took it in her hand, and pulled it dramatically open. Where I had expected to see a dead body, there was Ste, pushing thest of the ropes away from her ankles. She was upright in the tank and no longer attached to the hook. As soon as she was free of thatst bit of rope, she kicked her legs and lifted her head above the top of the tank. She tilted her head back and gasped for air. It was then I saw that the ball gag was still in her mouth. At that point, the hoist began to rise again and she reached behind her head with one hand while hanging onto the top of the tank with the other, and unbuckled the gag. The gag came out and she sucked in much-needed air. She put her foot in the hook as it came to that level and took hold of the cable with her hands. The hoist lifted her out of the water, over, and, dripping water on the stage, down to where Tara was standing. She stepped off the hook and it rose behind her. Ste took a bow, arms lifted high, and struck a pose with one leg shifted forward and chest thrust out. She held that for a few moments. I could just imagine that she was epting the apuse of the audience. Then she walked off the stage, high heels clicking on the wooden floor. That was quite a show! I had no idea how she managed to free herself from those ropes. Nor how she managed to hold her breath for so long. I could see what ze meant when she said that the crowds loved her shows. Hell, just seeing her in a bikini was worth the price of admission. A whileter, she and Tara came back, dressed now in less revealing clothing but still looking good. I was dying to ask her how she did it, but had to put it off since we were heading out for dinner. I tell you, these Japanese people eat funny things. And you should have seen the look the waitress gave me when I asked for Chicken Chow Mein. Shessh! Ste finally rmended some dish with chicken chunks in a rather good teriyaki sauce. The sd they served before was rather small and very tart. It didn¡¯t even have any lettuce in it at all. Ste and Tara were digging into that raw fish stuff. Almost enough to turn your stomach! When the meal was over and we were sitting there on the floor (another barbaric practice they have), drinking some funny tasting rice wine, we finally got down to business. Making sure that the waitress was not around, ze told us what she had heard from the U.S. ¡°They have tracked several encrypted emails between Dr. Sorren and a Japanese business man named Janichi Watanabe. He owns, among other things, a pharmaceuticalpany called ¡®Koriyama Pharmaceutics¡¯. So far, they have not been able to decrypt those emails.¡± ¡°Is thispany located in the city of Koriyama?¡± asked Ste. ¡°ording to what Mr. Grudge said, yes. He gave me some addresses. I think that out first move should be to check them out.¡± Sounded like good logic to me. I was surprised to find it was a little hard to get to my feet. And I only had a dozen or so tiny cups of that rice wine stuff. Chapter 13: Facing the Boss Chapter 13: Facing the Boss Chapter 13: Facing the Boss It was early evening and lights from the privileged few homes overlooking theke were reflecting off the still water. From the second floor of Janichi Watanabe¡¯s mini-mansion, the view out over theke was quite pleasing. His ssic Japanese style house was close enough to theke¡¯s edge that he had a short set of stairs leading down to a small dock. There were no boats at that dock, but he could have walked down and gone fishing any time he wished. Janichi Watanabe did not want the trout jumping in the twilight; he fished deeper waters - and more dangerous waters. ¡°You promised me results,¡± he said softly as he picked up a small cup of fragrant tea. ¡°So far you have not delivered any.¡± He sipped, and in doing so, sent a message to the doctor in the wrinkledb coat. To not offer tea to your guest was an insult of the first magnitude. If Sorren realized it, he did not seem to care. ¡°My research is progressing,¡± he offered. ¡°I have perfected the virus that will enter the human body and alter the DNA. I am working on coding that virus to alter the DNA into patterns we want.¡± ¡°Indeed?¡± Watanabe reply was cool, to say the least. ¡°I have given you a researchb and provided you with all the equipment you asked for. I have even provided you with ¡®test subjects¡¯, as per your requirements.¡± ¡°You have been most generous, Watanabe-san. Much more so than my homnd colleagues. I am sure that results will be forting.¡± Nervousness was beginning to show on Sorren¡¯s pale face. ¡°I promise.¡± Watanabe took his time finishing the cup of tea. An elderly man, slender with wrinkled skin and age blots on his face and hands, he settled back in his chair. Although looking like someone¡¯s great- grandfather, his ck eyes were sharp and his brain still functioning like a steel trap. Always the picture of politeness, he had, nevertheless, destroyed lesser businessmen who went up against him. His business empire had grown sorge that it was doubtful even he knew just how big it was. ¡°It is dangerous,¡± he began, taking another tack, ¡°to keep supplying you with young women. With every one you use in your experiments, the danger increases that someone will notice our activities. And it is expensive. We now have to go some distance to procure your subjects.¡± ¡°Aren¡¯t there still many in the earthquake area that you can take? Those who no one will miss? So many people are still listed as ¡®Missing¡¯.¡± ¡°For the first few weeks, that was so. But now the authorities are better organized. We have started to send men to Tokyo and other cities. Best not to take too many from one ce.¡± ¡°I see. Then it is wise to seek them elsewhere.¡± ¡°Indeed.¡± Watanabe paused, his ck eyes staring up at the scientist standing before him. Making a person wait and squirm was an old tactic. So was making threats. ¡°I want to see some results. I want to see a subject where your virus has made a change in the DNA. Some change that is obvious.¡± He was referring to prior ims of Dr. Sorren¡¯s that disyed no visible signs that the DNA had, indeed, been altered. Only readings on a chart. ¡°Yes, sir.¡± Sorren hated to grovel before this old man. Watanabe dismissed him with a casual wave of his hand. As Sorren turned to go, he was silently cursing that he had to put up with non-scientists, people who did not understand how difficult it was to alter the human body on the most basic level. In the corridor leading back down to hisb, he continued fuming, this time at Maurice Batton, the Director of Research at Swanson Labs, a bastard who was so blind that he could not see the obvious value of Sorren¡¯s research. It was he who had denied additional funds for more testing and more equipment. Here in Japan, both he and Watanabe wanted very much for the new processes to yield results, though for different purposes. Sorren wanted to be able to cure gic diseases by modifying the DNA. And, in doing so, be incredibly rich and famous. Watanabe, however, wanted something quite different. The ability to alter the human body and its functions could be used for much more than just curing a few diseases - so much more. One could create a race of super soldiers who could far outperform normal humans, who were easy to train and totally fearless in the face of death. Or workers who were not encumbered by personal desires and wants; workers who would day in and day out perform their duties and be content with some food and a ce to sleep. There was even lurking in his mind the idea of creating super women. If the DNA could be manipted properly, you could have a woman who was incredibly beautiful, with a centerfold body, a fantastically high sex drive, and totally obedient and submissive. In the dim light of his den, Watanabe mulled over the possibilities, a faint smile lifting one corner of his lips. Turning to Gato, who had been standing in the shadows all the while, he inquired, ¡°You are sure he is not using these women for other, more lustful purposes?¡± ¡°Sir, as far as I can see, he has not touched any of them sexually. It is almost as if he has no sex drive at all.¡± Unlike Gato himself, who had often used the subjects kidnapped for experimentation. ¡°Is he gay?¡± ¡°No, sir. I was curious about that myself, so one time I offered to get him a young man or a boy. He did not want that.¡± N?velDrama.Org: text ? owner. ¡°And you are sure that you are using men who will not allow any trace to point to us?¡± ¡°Yes, sir. They are very good men. And one of them was kidnapping women for a prostitution ring. ¡®White very¡¯ the Americans call it. I trust them.¡± ¡°I hope so.¡± He paused to look out at the few homes showing lights along the mountains surrounding theke. ¡°Very well, we shall allow him more time. See that he gets the subjects he ims to need. But be careful. In this day and age of modernmunications and databases, it is not as easy to make a person disappear as it used to be.¡± ¡°I shall.¡± ¡°Go now. Continue to keep an eye on him.¡± Gato bowed low and quickly left the room. As he descended the stairs to the basementboratory, he was smiling. He knew what Dr. Sorren wanted that virus for, and that his boss wanted it for a different purpose. The old man, he reminded himself, expected to find some miracle in this new technology that would prolong his life. Already his body was failing him, and in not too many years there would be no more Watanabe-san to run his business empire. Gato had been making ns to grab what he could from Watanabe¡¯s stupid sons and stake out his own empire. They were far too interested in sake, whiskey and prostitutes to ever make good businessmen. They would be content to let him run the businesses so long as he made sure they had all the money they wanted to waste on pleasure games. By the time they realized it, he would own what they had thought theirs. Turning a corner, he came to the prison section. Dr. Sorren called it the subject containment section, but it was nothing more than a handful of steel-barred cells such as you would find in any jail or prison. There were currently two subjects incarcerated therein, a young, slender girl from outskirts of Morioka, and another prostitute from Tokyo. That one was in herte teens but had apparently had a hard life because she looked older. The doctor would not be happy with her, but was just too bad. Gato, in his own mind, thought this whole medical research thing was a bunch of hogwash, to use an American term. He could not see how a tiny virus could change a human being - actually change the body and mental state. As far as he was concerned, nothing would evere from this American doctor. But, so long as the supply of women kepting and Watanabe was happy, it was fine with him. He looked down at the prostitute huddled in the corner of her cell. As he did with all the new subjects, he had stripped her clothing from her body and shackled her with a goodly weight of steel chains and locks and tight bands around her wrists, ankles and neck. Take a woman¡¯s clothes away, and you make her feel more vulnerable. Let her keep them, and she¡¯ll fight you. Women should always be kept naked, he felt. The prostitute looked up. There was a spark of defiance in those dark eyes, but not much. She would be easy to handle. He moved to the other cell. The teenager looked up. Her chains made clinking noises as she shifted her position on the floor. He had made sure that the cells contained nothing to give themfort. There was no bed, no chair, nothing but a small drain in the middle of the floor. The walls were bare concrete and there were no windows. A single light in the corridor shed some light into each cell, but very little. Each naked woman was also denied a nket. At night the cells became cold, but only enough to keep them miserable. He kept the air temperature just high enough to keep them from bing ill. The slender girl opened her mouth but no words came out. She saw the look in his eyes, the look of a predator who cared nothing for his prisoners. She closed her mouth, the plea left unspoken. She lowered her head. Just then, Dr. Sorren came in from the other end of the corridor. ¡°I¡¯ll need a subject, Gato,¡± he said, looking down at the clipboard in his hand. ¡°What have we?¡± Gato pointed to the two upied cells. The doctor studied each woman for a few seconds, and then pointed to the prostitute. ¡°That one. This is a new technique and I¡¯m not at all sure it will work. And it may cause a lot of pain. Better test it on a poorer example of a subject.¡± He turned and went back to theb. Gato took a key ring from his pocket and began unlocking the cell door. It was a good thing, he told himself, that these girls did not speak English, or this one would not just be looking fearful. She would be screaming and wing at the walls. Reaching down, he grabbed her by the chain to her neck cor and dragged her to her feet. The heavy weight of chains made walking unpleasant, but with him tugging on her neck chain she was forced to follow him into theb. Her eyes grew wide when she saw all theboratory equipment. Perhaps she had expected to see a bedroom where she would be fucked. Prostitutes get used to that ande to believe it is the only thing a man could possibly want with a woman. The chamber with the airtight door was at that end of theb so he did not have far to take her. Once inside, he unlocked some of her chain locks, reattaching them so that she was standing with her back against one of the poles and her arms locked behind it. He did not bother with her feet; they were fairly immobile from the shackles on them. He did, however, add a short piece of chain around her neck and the pole to keep her head upright. The doctor liked to be able to see the subject¡¯s face during the experiment. When he was finished and about to turn to leave her, she spoke the first word he had heard her say: ¡°Dozo¡­¡± He smiled and closed the chamber door. Please, she begged. But please what? Please let me go? Please fuck me? Or maybe even, ¡°Please hurt me.¡± Some prostitutes are that way, he had heard. Hell, some women are that way. The more you hurt them, the more they love you. He chuckled as he went to tell the doctor his subject was ready. Apparently the doctor was right. This new procedure, this new batch of the virus, did cause arge amount of pain. Shortly after the injection, the chained, naked woman was screaming loudly and thrashing around. Gato enjoyed the wild disy of bouncing breasts, and was disappointed when the show did notst very long. ¡°Hmmmm¡­ Have to change the¡­¡± Sorren muttered, the words trailing off as he turned and walked away, head down and his whole attention to the notes on that clipboard. Chapter 14: Practice Makes Perfect Chapter 14: Practice Makes Perfect Chapter 14: Practice Makes Perfect ¡°Here are the addresses of all kore ya mama Pharmaceutics properties. Fortunately they have only one main manufacturing nt. The headquarters are not far off. Their researchbs are in the same building as the headquarters offices.¡± ¡°Koriyama,¡± Ste said, correcting the pronunciation. ze looked proud of herself as she ced the list of addresses on a coffee table. ¡°I have been told,¡± she went on, ¡°that it is more likely Sorren would be using the research facilities. So I think that is where we should check first.¡± Sounded good to me, so I didn¡¯t say anything. ¡°Ste is still putting the finishing touches on her show, so I guess it¡¯s up to you and me, Sled.¡± ¡°Sure, babe.¡± I might have been a little more certain if my head didn¡¯t feel like a whole toon of soldiers were marching around inside it. That sack-key stuff is stronger than it looks. Still, a Private Dick¡¯s gotta do what a Private Dick¡¯s gotta do. I pushed my porkpie hat back an inch and told her, ¡°When do we go?¡± ¡°Now. It will take us about two hours to travel to kor aye amma.¡± N?velDrama.Org: text ? owner. ¡°Koriyama,¡± said Ste, again. ¡°Yeah, what I said. We can look around, andter tonight, after the offices have closed down, we¡¯ll go in.¡± No one said anything, so I guess the n was fine with Ste and Tara also. I was happy at the prospect of some action. Sitting around eating funny food is not the lifestyle for an action guy like me. Ste and Tara left, leaving ze and I alone in her hotel room. ¡°I have arranged for a car to drive us to Corry Amma,¡± ze said. I liked the way she frowned when she tried to pronounce Japanese words. ¡°We leave in twenty minutes.¡± Twenty minutes, huh? That didn¡¯t leave us any time for anything but a good, old-fashioned ¡°quickie¡±, but I didn¡¯t know ze well enough to suggest that. Too bad. She did have a nice body and a face that made men¡¯s heads turn every time she walked by. Well, maybe the body did it more, but she was also very pretty. ¡°Pack an overnight bag,¡± she said, ¡°we¡¯ll stay in a hotel there and return here tomorrow morning.¡± I told her I would meet her in the lobby, and went back to my room. To take a quickie cold shower. Well, I actually didn¡¯t, but I did use the time to clean Wilma and make sure she was loaded for bear. Fifteen minutester I was in the lobby, waiting for ze. The car she had hired was Japanese built and the driver was a teenage girl who looked as if she should be in high school instead of driving people around. I felt like asking if she really had a driver¡¯s license. She bowed to us and invited us into her car. After a while, I calmed down. She wasn¡¯t a bad driver, and once we were out of the main part of Tokyo the roads became much less crowded. The first thing that surprised me was that there were signs on the freeway much like in California: big green signs with white lettering. Of course, the lettering was in that funny hen scratching they use instead of letters, but most of the major signs had a trantion in English under the Japanese writing. We were told by our teenager driver that Koriyama was in the Fukushima Prefecture and was a central business city for the area. To the north were the Adatara Mountains (which didn¡¯t look all that big to me, having seen the Sierra Nevada Mountains), Lake Inawashiro to the west (I wondered how the fishing was), and the Abukuma River ran right through town. It wasn¡¯t a long drive, maybe a hundred miles or so, and it was only mid-morning when we reached that city. Being a big city boy myself, I wasn¡¯t too impressed with the ten or twelve story office buildings, but then I had notice that they don¡¯t make their buildings very tall in Japan. Maybe that had something to do with the earthquakes. We had felt several since we arrived, and were told that they were aftershocks from the big one a few months before. Ste also mentioned that they have almost daily small earthquakes in Japan anyway. It¡¯s a way of life here, she said. Made me feel right at home, being from Los Angeles and all. We had her drive us by the headquarters building of Koriyama Pharmaceutics. Wasn¡¯t too impressive, about eight stories tall, looked about forty years old and had only one sign announcing who lived there. And that wasn¡¯t a very big one. We circled it a couple times before making off to the Comfort Hotel. Since it was only a few blocks between our hotel and our target, we told our driver to return for us tomorrow morning and we checked in. I expected ze to have reserved two rooms for us, but was surprised when the desk clerk handed me only one key. On the way up, ze took my arm and whispered, ¡°We¡¯re married.¡± Then she exined that the CIA was short of budget and wanted agents to share rooms. Which was fine with me. I could hardly wait to see what the sleeping arrangements would be. The room was on the fifth floor, was pretty nice by most standards, and obviously outfitted for foreigners. None of that sleeping on the floor stuff, and all. I could have been in a hotel most any ce in California. There were two separate beds. Damn. Well, we were still in the same room. ze put her small suitcase in one corner and I dropped my bag on one of the beds. A king sized bed would have been nice, but at least there was only a couple feet between the two beds: nice and close. ¡°First thing is to get some lunch,¡± she said brightly. ¡°I¡¯m hungry.¡± I had to admit that I was hungry also. So we wandered down to the front lobby. The in-house restaurant was Japanese style, even though most of the people in there were non-Japanese. I told ze we could look around for something else. Just outside, I looked across the street and my heart leapt for joy! There were the big golden arches of a fast food chain I had grown up with. I practically pulled ze across the street. For the first time in a couple days I had a decent meal: a nice, big, juicy, calorie-loaded hamburger! And french fries. I was in heaven and my stomach thanked me. Back in the hotel room, hunger of one type satisfied, I stood at the window and looked down the street. There, not far off, was the building we were going to break into that night. I could even see people going in and out the front. As I was looking out, I felt a hand on my shoulder. Turning around, there was ze. ¡°Sled, could I ask a favor of you?¡± ¡°Sure, babe, anything.¡± ¡°Would you please tie me up?¡± Chapter 15: Japanese Hotel Rooms are Hot Chapter 15: Japanese Hotel Rooms are Hot Chapter 15: Japanese Hotel Rooms are Hot I think my jaw dropped a bit. Hell, it damn near hit the floor. ¡°I need to get in some practice at escaping and Ste¡¯s not here to help me. I brought some rope with me, so, if you don¡¯t mind, would you help me?¡± Would I help? Would I? When a beautiful dame asks a favor of Sled Speed, it would be ungentlemanly to turn her down. ¡°Sure, babe,¡± I told her. ¡°Thanks,¡± she said and rushed over to her suitcase. From it she extracted several coils of rope, which she casually tossed on the bed. ¡°Just a second and I¡¯ll be ready.¡± I watched in a mild state of shock as she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off. Thatcy ck bra was holding a very nice pair of breasts. In fact, they looked so firm, that I was not sure she really needed a bra to begin with. Then she was pulling off her cks. A momentter she was standing before me, d in only that bra and a matching pair of ck panties that looked like something a stripper down at Charlie¡¯s would wear - at the start of her act. It was getting hot in that room. Must be faulty air conditioning. ¡°How do you want it?¡± I asked. ¡°Any way you want. Pretend you¡¯re a bad guy and captured me. Tie me up like you would if you were going to leave me alone for a few hours while you go get the evil mastermind of the gang.¡± She turned and put her hands behind her. Now, I¡¯ll tell you, it was a good thing this bondage thing was not new to me. I had a pretty good education in such kinky sports from the sisters of Alpha Alpha Alpha, not to mention my one-time steady girl, Linda Goodbody. And I¡¯d been around the kinky underside of the city more than once. So, when I took her wrists in my hands and began wrapping them with rope, I knew what I was doing. The only question was how to tie her. She wanted something she could practice getting free from. And she wanted something that was supposed to be good enough to hold her for at least several hours. A hogtie? That was always a good tie when you wanted a woman not to be able to move around much. Tie her to a chair? Not a bad idea, but one had to make sure that it was a sold chair. One time I tied Linda to a wooden kitchen chair and she broke it into piece with her struggling. Too bad we didn¡¯t have a pole or post. Tying a girl standing with her back to a pole and her arms tied behind it is usually a good way to assure she would not be going anywhere. While I was thinking, my hands were binding her wrists together, with the palms facing each other. With that start, it was only natural to bind the elbows together next. It would not be a fair test for ze if I failed to bind the elbow tightly, so I made sure that they came together and were tied that way. I looked up and saw what that was doing to her breasts in front and wanted to whistle. There¡¯s nothing like pulling a girl¡¯s elbows together in back to make her look good in front. Lacking any special equipment, like a rack or whipping post, I decided to make it a hogtie. I had her sit on the edge of the bed while I tied her legs together. For a little variety, after I removed her shoes I tied her knees together but with the rope below then, not above them. I had found, from experience, that most women could wiggle their legs well enough to work the ropes down if they are tied above the knees. Unless, of course, you cinched them and made the whole tie so tight that the rope dug into the thighs. When her legs were firmly held together, I bid her roll over onto her stomach. ¡°Ah, a hogtie!¡± she said with glee. ¡°That¡¯s always a hard one to get out of.¡± I was busy tying one end of a rope to that around her ankles. But as I was about to pass that rope between her forearms so I could pull her feet up to her hands, I paused. I remembered a tie I had seen at Alpha Alpha Alpha one time. The girl had been hogtied but the ankles were not connected to her wrists but rather to the ropes around her elbows. So I passed the rope over the ropes on her elbows, down and through the forearms then back to the ankles. I made it follow that route another time so it was doubled up. When I pulled on that, her legs folded nicely. Her feet came even with her hands. That was good, but I could tell her body was flexible enough to take more. So I continued pulling. Slowly her feet passed by her hands. Eventually her body would bend backwards no more, so I tied the rope off with several tight knots at her elbows. ¡°Oh, like wow! You really know what you¡¯re doing,¡± she eximed. ¡°The only person who ties me this tightly is Ste. Well, sometimes Mark - he¡¯s my boyfriend - ties me this tightly. But usually I have to prompt him to do it extra tight.¡± She wiggled from side to side a couple times. ¡°This,¡± she said seriously, ¡°is going to be hard.¡± She wiggled some more and I felt the room grow hotter. They really should do something about that air conditioning. Damn but she was a nice package! A fine body wrapped tightly in ropes and hardly able to move at all. What more could a man ask for? Well, for starters, to have her tied so that he had ess to her body - for sexual purposes, you understand. Tied this way, her wonderful little pussy was inessible. Likewise the rear hole, which some men like to use, was also inessible. Of the three holes suitable for pleasing a man, only one remained. As I was trying to figure out a way to suggest that to her, she blocked my sensual intentions. ¡°Sled, you¡¯d better put a gag in my mouth. A real bad guy would do that. There¡¯s one in my suitcase.¡± I checked, and sure enough, there was a ball gag there. It was pretty much a standard model, a rubber ball with a leather strap shoved through it. Push the ball into the girl¡¯s mouth, then buckled the strap behind her head and you have silenced her. Well, not totally. She can still make noise, especially through her nose. But with her tongue pushed down and that ball filling her mouth, understandable words were impossible. I know. I had seen enough girls at that sorority trying to plead and beg while tied and gagged in that manner to know that they could not form real words. When I put the ball in front of ze¡¯s mouth, she opened wide. What a lovely mouth she had! So soft looking. Those lips looked as if they could really do a number on a man¡¯s penis, were he lucky enough to get in inside there. The ball fitted in nicely, filling the mouth and forcing the jaw open. I began buckling the strap in the back when she made ¡°nnnggghhh¡± noises and tried shaking her head. Was she trying to tell me she had changed her mind and didn¡¯t want to be gagged? Or, even worse, that she no longer wanted practice time? I pulled the ball out. Didn¡¯t want to. After all, when a man goes to all this trouble to please a woman, it¡¯s a shame to suddenly quit just when you¡¯re putting on the finishing touches. ¡°Tighter,¡± she said. ¡°You can pull that at least another notch tighter than that. Ste always does.¡± I pushed the ball back in and made sure that the strap was as tight as my strong hands could make it. The edge of the strap cut into the corners of her mouth - a sure sign that it was really tightly in ce. She nodded to me and began feeling around with her fingers. I knew that she would not find anything to untie. I also knew that she could wiggle and struggle all she wanted, but would be unable to loosen any of the ropes. I was too experienced at this to allow that to happen. Please check at N/?vel(D)rama.Org. So, I told myself, you¡¯ve done your good deed for your fellow agent and she¡¯s getting her practice session. Now what do you do? I looked around. There was a TV, but I didn¡¯t feel like watching shows in anguage I did not understand. Besides, there was a fine show going on right before me. ze apparently found that she could reach no knots, so she was now trying to pull one arm while pushing with the other in hopes that the rope would slide some. They didn¡¯t. I sat in a padded chair and watched. She was straining that lovely, nearly naked body this way and that. After a bit of that, she rolled onto her right side and began trying to arch her body more, again in hopes of loosening something. Nothing loosened. I watched this squirming and wiggling and rolling from side to side for a long time. I figured outter that it was at least an hour before she entered the next stage of her escape attempt. Perhaps she felt that more force might work some of the ropes free or at least loose. She began rolling from side to side violently. She also arched her body as if she were trying to break the ropes. This heavy duty struggling escted until she was thrashing around like a fish out of water. Then, so quickly that I could not react, she rolled a bit too much and slid off the bed to thump onto the carpeting. I knelt beside her and asked if she was okay. She nodded her head. Then I asked if she would like me to put her back up on the bed. She shook her head. So I went back to my seat and watched as she continued her struggles on the floor. Her movements, while fascinating to watch, especially when one bra strap slipped off her shoulder and threatened to allow some additional exposure, slowed down. She began to take rests between the struggling sessions. Finally shey unmoving on the floor, save for the rise and fall of her breasts. She was on her side, still tightly bound and helpless, and with her right breast half exposed. The nipple stubbornly refused to peek out of the cup, but a lot more of the breast was showing than when she started. I check my watch. She had been tied for two and a half hours! And struggling most of that time. Now her eyes were closed, and she was so unmoving that I wondered if she had fallen sleep. I had seen Linda do that. Especially after a vigorous lovemaking session. I really missed looking at her lovely body as she slept while still tied. It urred to me that she had not told me how long she wanted to practice. Of course, once that gag had been put in her mouth, it was much harder for her tomunicate. If she was asleep, I figured that maybe I could call down and see about getting them to fix the air conditioning - I was sweating. I think maybe ze was too, from all the exertion. Just as I was about to get up and get a drink, her eyes opened. ¡°Hhhhappphh!¡± she said. No, I didn¡¯t know what that meant, either. She repeated it, so I went over to her and knelt down. ¡°Do you want to be untied now?¡± I asked - rather reluctantly, actually. She shook her head vigorously. I had to do some thinking. Of course, I could simply take the gag out and ask her want she wanted, but¡­ Well, I was not sure that was what she wanted. Since she did not want to be untied, it seemed logical that she would not want to be ungagged also. Now, I have known kinky people and their games. I think I understand the sometimes strange logic those games follow. So I made a guess about what she wanted. ¡°You failed,¡± I told her, trying to put as much disappointment as I could into those two words. She nodded, and looked down at the floor. ¡°And failure deserves punishment?¡± She nodded again, with a little more enthusiasm. Her eyes looked up at me and I saw that glow in them that I had seen before, but only in some women. Only in those special ones who really know how to y the submissive game. ¡°But you don¡¯t want me to untie you?¡± Again she nodded. ¡°So the punishment will have to be done while you¡¯re still hogtied.¡± A nod. Then she lowered her eyes and waited patiently for me to decide upon a punishment suitable for a fail escape attempt. I could whip the bottom of her feet with my belt. That would certainly cause her pain. A dozen strokes of the belt, especially if they were hard ones, would surely make her feel punished. I could tell her that she would have to stay tied for four hours. That would certainly be a punishment and one that she would probably consider appropriate, given the nature of her failure. But we had to get a dinner and had a mission to perform that night. Another four hours in that hogtie and she might have a little trouble even walking when I took the ropes off. Half a dozen forms of pain danced across my mind, but many were simply too much pain for this failure, or not really practical while leaving her in the hogtie. Such as hanging her by her thumbs, that would require untying her first. Then I hit on it. I stood up and grabbed the ropes linking her ankles and elbows. Lifting her like a package, I deposited her on the bed. Then I sat down next to her and rolled her over so that she was lying on her left side and those lovely breasts facing me. ¡°Tell you what I¡¯m going to do,¡± I began. ¡°I am going to tickle you.¡± Her eyes grew wide with shock - and perhaps fear. Suddenly, she began struggling even more wildly than she had before. She was jerking around and trying to roll away from me, so much so that she fell off the bed again. Ah, yes, I told myself. She is ticklish! Probably extremely so, considering the efforts she was making to get away from me. I stood, but before I picked her back up and put her on the bed again, I checked her suitcase. There was another length of rope there. Taking that back to the bed, I picked her up and ced her in the middle. Working quickly before she could roll off again, I tied one end of the rope to that joining her ankles and elbows, then knelt down and tossed it under the bed. Rushing to the other side, I pulled it through and up to her again. I passed this rope three times under the bed, and when I tied off the final knots she was solidly tied. It was face down, and I would have preferred her to be face up, but one has to make do with what one can. I settled down and enjoyed the look of fright in her eyes for a moment. Then I began gently - ever so gently - touching her bare side with my finger. She reacted as if I had touched her with a red hot iron. Fortunately, I had her tied down very securely so she could not possible roll away or evade my fingers in any way. I tickled her sides, then worked my way up to the sides of her breasts. I had to pull her bra out of the way for that, but I did manage to expose enough of the sides to make a good target for tickling. Have you ever heard a womanughing loudly into a gag? It¡¯s an interesting sound, somewhat like screams but not so loud. And, take my word for it, a lot of fun to listen to. I continued with all that bare skin avable to me, seeking and finding nerves all over her body. I took a strand of her long hair and began tickling the sides of her neck with the end. Do you have any idea how many nerves there are in the side of a woman¡¯s neck? There must have been thousands of them, because she wiggled and strained and tried to shake her head violently to avoid being touched there. Even with her well tied, I had to struggle a bit myself to hold her still for that kind of tickling. All good things muste to an end, someone once said. It would have been nice to be able to continue doing that and enjoying her frantic reaction for a few more hours, but I was getting exhausted fromughing so hard along with her. I¡¯m sure that she was exhausted from an incredible amount of struggling over thest three plus hours. When I reached for the gag, unbuckled it, and pulled the ball from her mouth, she did not try to tell me not to. Likewise, when I began untying the ropes from her body, she made no effort to tell me she wished to stay tied any longer. Well, even a wild little nymph like her has some limits, right? There were deep red indentations where the ropes had pressed hard into her flesh. She seemed very stiff when she finally was able to bring her arms around in front of her. She looked at the marks and let her hands rest on her thighs while they recovered, but said nothing about how tightly I had put the ropes on. I¡¯m sure that a good part of why there were such indentations was because of her struggles, not just how tightly I had tied the ropes in the first ce. ¡°You might want to take a hot shower before we go to dinner,¡± I told her. ¡°You¡¯ll feel better and those marks will go away faster.¡± She nodded agreement. I guess this was nothing new to her. But then, being a friend of Ste¡¯s, it seemed only logical that she would be used to being tied up. ze said nothing, but rose from the edge of the bed. I was still sitting on the bed when she leaned over, took my head in both her hands, and gently kissed me full on the lips. It was not a kiss filled with passion and urgency, but one that, nevertheless, conveyed a certain degree of love. ¡°Thank you,¡± she said. Then, without another word, she pulled off her bra, slid down the panties, and walked naked into the bathroom for that shower. Gosh, I wish Japanese hotel rooms were not so hot! Chapter 16: Break In and Break Out Chapter 16: Break In and Break Out Chapter 16: Break In and Break Out ze was back to her old self after the shower. She dressed while Iy on the bed, calming down after watching her spend so long struggling. It didn¡¯t help much that she calmly walked out into the room, toweling her damp, gorgeous, naked body down, then proceeded to don a fresh pair of panties and a bra that might have supported her some but was almost as transparent as that cling wrap stuff you buy in the store. From her suitcase, she pulled the kind of clothing you¡¯d wear on amando raid: ck pants, ck pull-over turtleneck and even ck running shoes. I expected her to add a ck ski mask with only eyeholes, and maybe a pair of ck leather gloves, but I was disappointed. Please check at N/?vel(D)rama.Org. Hell, I was disappointed to see that fine body disappear under all that clothing! Anyway, we went down for dinner as the sun was nearing the mountains to the west. ze vetoed my suggestion of the American hamburger ce across the street and picked instead an Italian restaurant not far off and in the direction of Koriyama Pharmaceutics. Have you ever tried pizza made by a Japanese chef? Don¡¯t. The sight of sushi pizza almost put me off my feed. Summer rains are not at all umon in Japan, and it looked as if we were in for some that evening to judge from the clouds that covered up thest of the sunset. The breeze had turned a bit cool, also. Well, a little bad weather doesn¡¯t faze a hardboiled Private Dick like me. We walked down the street, noticing that most of the office building seemed to be closing down for the evening. A few bars were just beginning to wake up, but most of the taller buildings showed very little light. Which was fine with me. When we went in, I would be perfectly happy to find no one around. The first few drops began as we neared the Koriyama Pharmaceutics building. I led ze down an alley and around to the back. There was a delivery dock and some windows, but no one in sight. Good. I was looking at a window wondering how best to breach it, when the door on the loading dock opened and out came a security type uniform. At first he did not see us, which was good because it gave me time to step over to where he was about to close the door behind him. Suddenly he realized someone was approaching and looked at me. His face was just beginning to register surprise when I slugged him. His head snapped back and he went down like a wet noodle. I grabbed the door to keep it from closing, and then dragged him inside. When all three of us were through the door, I let it close. Our guard looked like he was out for the count, but to make sure I took the pair of handcuffs off his belt and locked his arms around a pipe. I was sure he had the key on him somece, but with his arms pulled up like that, I didn¡¯t think he could reach it. ze was smiling to beat the band. ¡°That was great!¡± she gushed. ¡°One punch and he¡¯s out!¡± ¡°Yeah, that¡¯s the way it usually is,¡± I told her. I pulled the guard¡¯s weapon from its holster. It was some kind of 9mm brand I didn¡¯t recognize. I handed it to ze. ¡°Know how to shoot this?¡± I asked. Her grin widened. ¡°Yes, I can shoot pretty well.¡± ¡°Only use it if you have to,¡± I suggested. The first floor was pretty much like any office building, except, of course, that all the signs were in those funny Japanese characters. After the first floor, we took out our shlights and continued searching without turning on the room lights. On the third floor we hit pay dirt. There were several chemical laboratories, each filled with funny looking jars and pipes and small electronic instruments and stuff, none of which made any sense to me. ¡°How are we going to tell if Sorren has been here?¡± I asked as we went into the fourthb. ¡°So far, there is no sign of him,¡± she said as she quickly looked through the room. ¡°I have not seen any DNA sequencing equipment. They told me he would have to have that for his research.¡± ¡°And how would you know this kind of equipment?¡± I asked. ze, I knew, was not a research scientist. ¡°They showed me photos of the main types of sequencers. I haven¡¯t seen one yet.¡± We finished with that floor and then went up to the next. Two rooms werebs, the rest just office space with small cubicles andputer terminals. ¡°Could we hack into theirputer system?¡± I wondered aloud. ¡°Not unless you can read Japanese. And know a lot more aboutputers than I think you do,¡± she said. Well, there¡¯s nothing wrong with not being able to read Japanese; lots of my friends can¡¯t. Besides, I didn¡¯t see her heading towards any of theputers either. There were more offices and storerooms. The floor above held private offices, a couple of them rather large and fancy. But none of the machines ze was looking for. So far we had been lucky. There was only that one guard and I took care of him easily. But we had been in the building for half an hour when our luck ran out. We wereing down a stairway when we heard voices and the pounding of feet below us. ¡°Quick, into here,¡± I told her, pointing to the nearest door. If they came upon us in the stairwell, it could be a nasty firefight. I assumed they were either police or more security guards. Perhaps the guard I slugged was supposed to check in periodically. Or maybe he woke up and sounded the rm somehow. Either way, I didn¡¯t want to wait around to find out. As we hurried down a hallway, I wondered if they were smart enough to send men up both stairways - and maybe even the elevators. They were. This was a fine fix. We were on the third floor, with armed guardsing up the stairs at both ends of the hallway, and any second they coulde bursting into view. What to do? In the middle of the hall, right next to us, were two elevators. One, I noticed from the numbered floor indicator above it, wasing up. The second one was not lit. Would they stop at this floor? Maybe, maybe not. I pushed the down button and prayed that the unused elevator was on this floor. Prayers answered! The door immediately opened and we rushed in. I hit the button for the ground floor and offered another prayer that there would not be armed guards standing there, guns drawn and just waiting for us to emerge. I pulled out Wilma and braced myself. ze took that 9mm auto in a two-handed grip and braced herself next to me. The doors slowly opened. There were three guards standing there, all with drawn weapons. Shit! It shed through my mind that I hadn¡¯t told ze which ones to take out if there were more than one. Would be a waste of time if we both shot at the same man while his friends went untouched and free to st away at us. I should have pulled the trigger immediately. I don¡¯t like guns pointed at me. They sometimes go off. Yeah, I should have downed them in rapid fire from Wilma. But I didn¡¯t. Maybe it was because they did not fire immediately upon seeing me. Later, I figured out that they were not sure what to expect and had the normal reluctance of a rent-a-cop to shoot someone. For a long second the tableau held, then I saw movement behind one of the men. A high-pitched cry rent the air and the man was falling forward. Behind him was a woman who had just rammed her foot into the back of his knee. Before he could hit the floor, she was on the second man, striking him with a side kick that knocked his gun out of his hand, followed up by a very fast second kick with the other foot that connected with the side of his head. The third guard was just swinging his gun around towards her when I heard a shot and the gun went spinning out of his hand. I stepped out of the elevator and walked right up to the surprised man. He didn¡¯t even make a move to defend himself as I closed on him. Since I was holding Wilma, I decided not to punch him. Instead I kicked him right between the legs, hard enough to lift his body off the floor. A terrible look came over his face and a weak whine escaped his lips. Then he was falling to the floor where he curled up into a ball and probably (if he was lucky) passed out from the pain. He wouldn¡¯t be enjoying sex for a long time. The woman who had saved our asses turned back to the first man and struck down on the back of his neck with a fist that put him out of action. ¡°Quickly, we must go!¡± she said. It was at that point I recognized her as our driver, Aiko. For a slim teenager, she was pretty good with her fists and feet. We dashed out the front door, crossed the street to where her car was parked, and dove in. A few secondster, she was peeling rubber as we departed the scene. Chapter 17: First Success Chapter 17: First Sess Chapter 17: First Sess This material belongs to N?velDrama.Org. There was very little sound outside the chamber, but inside the woman tied to the pole was moaning loudly. Her features were contorted into a mask of pain, and the muscles of her fine, young body were straining against the ropes that held her standing by that pole. Gato had, at the doctor¡¯s orders, used a lot of rope and made sure that she almost could not move at all. In addition to the numerous windings of ropes around her body, he had used duct tape to secure her neck to the pole and then again at the level of her forehead so that she could not even move her head. Sorren had apparently wanted to make sure that this one could not injure herself during her struggles. The volume on the speakers was turned down so that only a faint hint of her suffering came through. ¡°Yes, this is better,¡± Sorren was saying. ¡°Modification 12-B is apparently causing much less pain. Good, good.¡± He was nodding as he made notations on his clipboard. For his assistant, it was a shame that the subject was not feeling the levels of pain that the prior one had. She had screamed her head off and struggled fiercely. This one was suffering, true, and that was pleasant for Gato, but it could have been a much better show. Maybe when the doctor was finished with her, he could arrange for a little private show where she would show him how she reacted to some much more serious pain. ¡°Save this test subject,¡± Sorren told him, ruining his ns for the night. ¡°I¡¯ll want to do some follow up testing.¡± ¡°Yes, Doctor.¡± As the doctor walked away, Gato smoothed back his long ck hair and sneered at the man¡¯s back. This was one of the better looking subjects brought in, with nicerge breasts and shapely legs. She was also tall for a Japanese woman, almost matching his own height. And now the doctor was telling him to save her forter experimentation, which meant he could not do the things he enjoyed doing to a subject once the doctor was finished with her. Damn gaijin! Entering the chamber, he found that the woman had ceased her loud moaning and was limp in her bonds, with her eyes closed. She was, however, still whining slightly. When he was within reaching distance, her eyes snapped open. There was strange look in them, a mixture of fear and something else¡­ It took him a while to recognize the look of a woman who wanted sex. He had seen that same look before, in a girlfriend of his younger days, Chieko. She was a woman who pleasured him greatly because she was a wanton creature who took to his harsh treatment of her. There were times when it seemed as if the more he hurt her the more she craved sex in all its forms. There had been times when he was d he had her tied down, for it seemed a very real possibility that she would tear him to pieces in her wild desire for sexual gratification. There was a very simr look in this woman¡¯s eyes; both fear of what would be done to her and an overpowering desire to be used, long and harshly. He pulled the duct tape from around her head, ignoring how it clung to her long ck hair. Then he took off that which was around her neck. Her eyes locked with his as he did this unwrapping. The look in those eyes, both fear and hunger, excited him. As he pulled thest of the tape from her, she suddenly snapped at his hand, nearly catching it in her teeth. For safety, he fetched a ball gag and forced it into her mouth, being very careful. She fought him at first, refusing to open her mouth, then suddenly told him, ¡°fuck me,¡± in very crude Japanese. She opened her mouth wide. When the ball was strapped tightly in ce, he felt safer. This definitely reminded him of Chieko. She would often demand that he bind her painfully tightly and even whip her if it meant he would also fuck her. She especially liked to be fucked hard in the ass while she was tied down and gagged. Gato left the ropes around this girl¡¯s wrists and ankles to thest. Before unknotting those, he attached handcuffs to her wrists and ankles so that she would not be totally free. As an added precaution, he brought in an stic bandage and wrapped her head as a blindfold. If she could not see, it would make it easier to control her. Only then did he remove thest of the ropes and unlock the handcuffs from one wrist so he could bring them around the pole. Immediately he locked them again, but still behind her back. With her ball-gagged, blindfolded and handcuffed both wrists and ankles, he felt safe enough to ce his shoulder in her stomach and pick her up over his shoulder, like a sack of rice. He carried her to the cells section where a steel-barred cell awaited her. It was not muchrger than a cage and she barely had enough room to lie down; hardly afortable ce to be incarcerated. He was none too gentle in dumping her on the concrete floor. As he stood there, looking down at that fine body with the shiny steel handcuffs limiting her movements, he was overtaken by a strong urge to pull her up to her knees, bend her over, and fuck the hell out of her asshole. Surely Sorren-san would not mind him having a little fun with her? He had made it clear that he did not want any sperm inserted into her vagina - for medical reasons. But he had said nothing about inserting sperm elsewhere. But first Gato wanted to see something. Unwrapping the stic bandage, he looked into her eyes. It was still there: that look. She was afraid; no sane woman would not be given the situation she was in, but there was also that look of desire - and it was not a loving look: it was pure lust. Gato unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants. Her eyes immediately flew to his manhood, which was almost totally ready for its task. The look of hunger increased, overriding the fear. She struggled to get at him, although what she nned to do with her arms locked behind her and her mouth filled with rubber ball, he could not say. She managed to get her legs under her and, using the wall for leverage, got to her knees. She shuffled over to his bare leg and began pushing her breasts against his thigh and her cunt against his shin. She was rubbing her sexual parts in an obvious effort to urge him into action. She even pushed against his erection with her face. Gato was d that he had left the ball gag in her mouth. She looked very eager to get his rod in her mouth, but he was more than a little worried about what she might do once it was in there. Instead, he pushed her back so that she fell to her side. Then, he roughly pulled her hips up and turned her over so she was kneeling and facing away from him. Immediately she began wiggling her ass in wanton invitation. Maybe she knew what anal sex was like and wanted it. Or maybe she assumed that he would fuck her in the vagina but from behind. Or maybe she simply did not care which he did so long as he did something. A bitch in heat, he told himself with a grin. He spit on his hand and wiped it onto his penis so as to provide a bit of lubrication. Her asshole looked nice and tight. Holding her hips with his hands, he positioned his rod at that smaller entrance and shoved in it. Even with the gag, it was a loud cry that echoed off the cement walls. The entrance was, as he expected, tight around him and at first resisting him. But as he pumped away, her hips began to thrust in time to his pumping. Even Chieko had not been this wild when screwed in the ass. Gato felt the sense of power thates when a man is totally in control of a woman and satisfying his lust upon her body. It was not long before he gasped loudly and mmed his hips against her ass as he shot his seed into her. She whined as she felt the act happening. Her ass quivered delightfully against his flesh. It was over in a minute and he withdrew, satisfied to a greater degree than he had been in a long time. Gato rose from his kneeling position and struggled to get his pants back on. With that finally aplished, he left her in the cell, closing and locking the door behind him. He did not notice, but his departure was observed by hungry eyes from the floor of her cell. A whine of frustration escaped around the ball gag and she shook in anger. The desire for sexual satisfaction was still strong in her body and had only been whetted by his actions. Had her hands not been locked behind her back, she would have wed at her sex with a mad desire. Later, as the intense frustration diminished and the sexual desire reduced itself to a slow burn between her legs, Midori Sato began crying. Chapter 18: Disappointment Chapter 18: Disappointment Chapter 18: Disappointment ¡°Okay, who are you?¡± We were in the car, driving away from Koriyama Pharmaceutics. Aiko was at the wheel, and I was in the seat next to her, filled with questions. ¡°Not that I object to your help. You saved those three men¡¯s lives as I was about to blow them away. So, who are you and why did you happen to be there?¡± ¡°I am an agent for the Company,¡± she said as she pulled up to our hotel and parked. ¡°The Company¡± is a term used to describe the CIA by those in it, I reminded myself. She turned to me. ¡°My assignment is to watch over you two and give you any assistance I can. A certain person in the Company headquarters contacted me directly and gave me those orders. That is why your boss told you to call mypany to rent a car and driver.¡± ¡°Oh, I¡¯ll bet it was Mark!¡± squealed ze. ¡°He¡¯s very protective, you know.¡± I noticed that Aiko did not confirm ze¡¯s assumption. Instead, she told us: ¡°I would suggest that you get your things from here and that we get on the road back to Tokyo. There were surveince cameras in that building, and it is likely that the police in this city will be looking for you.¡± ze began getting out of the back seat. ¡°I¡¯ll wait here for you,¡± Aiko said. I nodded and walked to the hotel entrance in the light rain. In five minutes, we were back at the car, suitcase and overnight bag in hand. Five minutes after that we were on the freeway heading south. We were all silent for a long part of the drive. In my case, it was because I was terribly disappointed that I would not be spending the night in that hotel room with ze. Sometimes a guy can¡¯t get a break! When my disappointment reduced to a mild simmer, I told ze that it was a good thing her shot happened to hit that guard¡¯s gun. ¡°That¡¯s what I was aiming for,¡± she said. It has been my experience that most women can¡¯t shoot worth a damn, but I didn¡¯t say so out loud. If she wants to think she is that good of a shot, let her. This material belongs to N?velDrama.Org. It was after midnight when we got back to our hotel in Tokyo. The rain had increased, which added to the gloom we were feeling. Truth was, the trip had been a wasted effort. We did not find any evidence that Sorren was working at that ce. We had a run-in with security guards and were lucky to get out alive. And as I dashed from the car to the hotel, there was probably a police bulletin out for us in Koriyama. Well, that was just another city where I was not weed. We agreed to meet in the morning, and went to our rooms. Aiko said that she would join us then before she drove off into the rain. Iy on my bed for a long time before falling asleep. I couldn¡¯t clear from my mind the images of that nice looking ze struggling in the hogtie I had put on her. Damn! It would have been nice to return from a sessful mission and see if she was up for a little more practice before retiring for the night. I had another form of punishment (should she fail again) in mind that would fit right in with what a bad guy would do to her. Chapter 19: Test Subject No. 16 Chapter 19: Test Subject No. 16 Chapter 19: Test Subject No. 16 ¡°Bring up subject no. 16,¡± Dr. Sorren told Gato the next morning. As he opened the door to the cell section, Gato remembered that he had left subject no. 16, aka Midori Sato, handcuffed and gagged in her cell. It was not usual to leave a subject ball gagged all night unless she was very noisy. He wondered if she had suffered much. She was lying on her side, and she did not open her eyes until he touched her arm. She blinked, took a second to realize where she was, and then red at Gato. Ignoring her baneful look, he lifted her to her feet and then slung her over his shoulder. In theb, heid her out on an examining table. ¡°Why is she gagged?¡± Sorren asked when he came over. ¡°She was too loudst night,¡± Gato lied. ¡°Very well then. You may take it out now.¡± The gag came off, and the unfortunate girl did not seem able to close her jaw for a while. The pained expression on her face clearly told that it was an unpleasant experience after having her jaw forced wide open all night. She red at them as if she would happily rip their faces off had she not been restrained. ¡°Can you talk?¡± Sorren asked. Gato tranted. ¡°Hai,¡± she muttered. Then she added: ¡°Hanguri.¡± Sorren looked to Gato. ¡°She says she¡¯s hungry,¡± he was told. ¡°You¡¯ll get fed when we¡¯re finished with this examination,¡± Sorren told her, and then waited for Gato to trante. ¡°Shut up,¡± was what Gato actually told her in Japanese. Midori looked to from Gato to Sorren. She told him that she had been rapedst night and was graphic about what part of her body was raped. She then described Gato in several colorful but unttering terms and called down a curse upon him and his family. ¡°What did she say?¡± Sorren asked. ¡°She demands that we let her go,¡± Gato replied. ¡°How do you feel? Does anything hurt?¡± Sorren put to the girl. ¡°My asshole,¡± was her reply, which Gato tranted as ¡°A little.¡± Before the doctor could put the next question to her, her body shivered and she grimaced. Looking up with eyes showing less anger and more fear, she told them, ¡°I feel funny all over. My whole body aches.¡± Gato tranted that correctly. Sorren began an exam, requesting that Gato hold her down. He did, being particrly careful to watch out for her teeth. It was much like a general physical but with special emphasis on her sexual parts and her eyes. The thick ck bush between her legs impeded his examination, so he told Gato to strap her down to the table and then shave off all the pubic hair. Gato hurried to obey - mostly because he liked smooth cunts. Ten minutester, Midori was strapped down to the table, on her back and with her legs spread wide. She was not happy about this, and fought him, but with the handcuffs on her wrists she could do little that Gato could not ovee. He used a pair of scissors to cut most of the hair down close to the skin, thenthered up her pubic bush and began shaving it with a disposable razor. With her sex now essible and on disy, Sorren continued his examination. A good part of his exam was what he termed ¡°digital maniption¡±. That meant that he poked and prodded and felt her up really good. ¡°There seems to be some alteration of her pubic region,¡± he said when he was finished. ¡°I¡¯ll want a blood sample and tissue samples from inside her vagina.¡± He walked away, leaving Gato to draw the blood and scrape a small sample of flesh from inside her, a task he eagerly did without regard to her comfort. Only muchter, after giving the samples to the doctor, did Gato return and release her from the table. He made sure that her ankles were again locked in handcuffs before allowing her to her feet. This time he did not carry her, but prodded her to force her to walk back to her cell. There, he locked her in and promised that eventually he would feed her. He did note, however, that, along with anger and fear, there was the beginnings of that sexual hunger look in her eyes. He wondered if he might get in another quick reaming of her asshole, but decided not to because the doctor had other tasks for him. He brought her a bowl of ramen and left it on the floor of her cell for her to eat as best she could with hands locked behind her. When he opened the cell door to put the bowl on the floor, she tried to rub her body against his legs again. He pushed her back. Later in the morning, Sorren seemed happier than his usual drab self. ¡°There are changes urring,¡± he told Gato. ¡°Definite changes in her sexual organs.¡± Turning suddenly, he asked, ¡°Did you notice any change in her behavior?¡± Gato started to lie, but then thought better of it. Yes, he said, she did seen to be sexually arousedst night, at least that was what he saw in her eyes. The doctor was silent for a while, and then he looked back to Gato. ¡°Bring her back up here. I have to confirm this mental change as well as the physical ones.¡±Please check at N/?vel(D)rama.Org. When Midori was again standing before the two men, she was ring at them. There was no sign of sexual arousal in her manner or expression, only hatred. Sorren had her put on the table. He unlocked her ankles and spread her legs wide. Still there was no reaction beyond a look of hate and distaste on her face. ¡°I wish to stimte her to study her reactions. Go to upstairs and get one of those vibrators, one of the big ones.¡± Chapter 20: The Test Chapter 20: The Test Chapter 20: The Test Gato left on his task. There were a number of sexual ¡°toys¡± in one of the rooms that Watanabe used as a ¡°yroom¡±. When he returned, arge plug-in vibrator in hand, he was surprised to hear cries of distress. Hurrying in, he saw a strange sight. Dr. Sorren was lying on his back on the floor, most of his clothing ripped away. The subject was kneeling over him, hands around his neck and banging his head against the floor while strangling him. Already his face was turning a nice shade of purple. Gato rushed over, grabbed the naked woman by the arm and pulled her off Sorren. Immediately she turned on him, trying to score his face with her fingernails. Fortunately, he was a bigger, stronger man than Dr. Sorren and was able to overpower her before any damage was done. Forcing her over, he pulled her arms behind her back and managed to get the one free wrist back into the empty cuff. Even with her hands locked behind her, she continued to fight him, kicking and trying to bite. He was forced to grab the handcuffs that had been taken from her ankles and force them back on. Then he grabbed a third pair and turned it into a handcuff hogtie by connecting the other two pairs behind her. Even then, she struggled both against the handcuffs and in an attempt to do harm to the two men. With Midori safely restrained, Gato went to Sorren. ¡°What happened?¡± he asked. The shook-up doctor could hardly talk, but his words finally made sense. He had taken the handcuff from one wrist so he could rece it with her hands in front. He assumed that it would be easier to see if she had changed mental attitude if she had more freedom to move. But as soon as he had the cuff off, she attacked him. wing and hissing, she leapt upon him, forcing him to the floor. Then she was ripping his clothes off, desperate to get at his manhood. When she had pulled his pants down and exposed enough for her purpose, she sucked on it briefly, just enough to get an erection going, then squatted over him and lowered herself onto his erection. ¡°She raped me!¡± he gasped out. ¡°I couldn¡¯t stop her. And when that was¡­ Ah, finished, she got mad. I guess she wanted more. Well, of course, I was in no condition to give her more, having just¡­ Well, you know. Then she attacked me.¡± N?velDrama.Org: text ? owner. ¡°I told you she was horny,¡± Gato said sagely. Then he helped the doctor to his feet. The doctor was about to leave to change his torn clothing, but turned back. ¡°Fix her on the table,¡± he told Gato. ¡°Tie her down very tightly with her legs spread wide. I still want to run some tests on her sexual reactions.¡± When the doctor was gone, Gato muttered, ¡°Seems you have seen her sexual reaction.¡± But he proceeded to ce the test subject as the doctor ordered. When Sorren returned, Midori¡¯s arms had been bound behind her back, elbows quite tightly together, and her upper body wasshed down to the table with numerous windings of rope. Her ankles were also roped and spread widely with the lower legs over the edges and tied down below table. He freshly shaved pubic area was readily avable. Sorren looked her over, noted that Gato had a fresh scratch on the side of his face, but did not ask if he had had any trouble with the woman. He plugged in therge vibrator and brought it between her legs and up against her pussy. He switched it on. The vibrator hummed, and a strange look came over the woman¡¯s face. She began trying to thrust her sex against the vibrator. Sorren switched it off and held it up before the woman¡¯s face. ¡°Do you want this?¡± he asked. There was no need to trante. She nodded vigorously and began repeating over and over, ¡°Dozo.¡± ¡°Gato, keep time from the moment I touch her with this until the time she has an orgasm. I hope we will be able to judge when that happens.¡± He switched on the vibrator and ced it against her vagina. Midori Sato began the thrusting of her hips the tiny amount allowed by her bondage, and rocking her head from side to side. Her eyes closed, and they could see muscles all over her body tensing. This continued, the thrusting growing more and more impatient and urgent with every passing second. Suddenly, she tilted her had back and howled. Her body went rigid. The ropes creaked and the table shook as she tried to close her legs together. Had she not been tied down, she would have curled up into a ball. ¡°I guess that tells us she has had her orgasm,¡± Sorren said. Gato, recovering from the interesting show, looked down at his watch. ¡°One minute and ten seconds! That must be some kind of world record!¡± Sorren was about to hand the now quiet vibrator to Gato so he could make notes on his clipboard when she spoke. ¡°Ketsubou! Ketsubou!¡± ¡°What¡¯s she saying?¡± ¡°She says she wants it.¡± ¡°Oh? So soon again?¡± For a few long seconds, Sorren considered the rather unexpected situation. The tied down girl continued to plead and wiggle her hips. With a muttered, ¡°This should be interesting,¡± Sorren put the vibrator up against her sex again and switched it on. This time she reached a howling orgasm in fifty-two seconds. ¡°This is rather unexpected,¡± Sorren said, mostly to himself. ¡°I had hoped for an increased sexual drive, but this is incredible. Look, Gato, she¡¯s asking for it again. I wonder how many times she will have an orgasm.¡± The next half hour yielded the answer. Before she eventually passed out from exhaustion, she had endured an incredible twenty-seven orgasms, each as strong as the first. For a while, it seemed as if she could not be satisfied no matter what they did. To judge by the way her thigh muscles twitched and her hips movednguidly, she might still be begging for more had exhaustion not overtaken her. ¡°This is incredible,¡± hemented. ¡°She averaged just a little under an orgasm a minute. Only towards the end was it taking longer for each one.¡± ¡°Yeah! She¡¯s a hot one!¡± was all Gato had to say. After that awesome show, Gato untied the unconscious girl from the table and carried her to her cell. There he left her with her arms bound behind her and her ankles locked in handcuffs. Chapter 21: Break-in Chapter 21: Break-in Chapter 21: Break-in ¡°We found nothing to indicate that Dr. Sorren is working at Koriyama Pharmaceutics.¡± ze was facing all of us the next morning in her hotel room. ¡°I called my boss and he said that they had no further information about where Dr. Sorren may be, so we should continue to check out Koriyama Pharmaceutics. Aiko will help us with the next step.¡± This material belongs to N?velDrama.Org. Aiko stood up. ¡°Koriyama Pharmaceutics has a manufacturing nt in Koriyama. That nt is regrly inspected because it is producing medicines that are sold around the world. I called the department that does these inspections and established that thest inspection was a week ago. I spoke with the man who did the inspection, and nothing resembling DNA research equipment was found.¡± She looked at the faces around the room. ¡°We know that he is probably not at their researchbs - those have been checked out by ze and Sled. I am trying to locate any additional facilities owned by thatpany, but it will take time. In the meantime, there is one other possibility that is worth checking out. ze?¡± ze took the floor again. ¡°Thanks to Aiko¡¯s work, we have found that Koriyama Pharmaceutics¡¯ owner, one Janichi Watanabe, has arge house not far from Yoriyama, on a Lake named Hibara Ko. Ste has her first show tonight and, although I would love to attend, I think Sled and Aiko and I should go to check out this house of his.¡± I nodded agreement. I was itching to get into action again. ¡°So we leave this morning and, depending upon what we find, Ste and Tara maye up tomorrow. If we find nothing, we¡¯lle back.¡± Ste had to go on with her show; that was our cover in this country. Besides, she really wanted to help the disaster victims. ze and I packed our overnight bags again, just in case we had to stay up that way overnight. That didn¡¯t sound like too bad an idea with me. Maybe I could talk Aiko into sharing a room with ze and me. She was a cute girl and didn¡¯t seem to have a bad figure. I wondered if she knew the French term, Menage a Trois? Maybe I could talk her into practicing escapes with ze. My mind filled with such fantasies, we set out in Aiko¡¯s car. The trip was pleasant enough, covering much of the same territory as our prior trip but turning off before getting to Koriyama and heading west. We stopped for lunch in a city called Kitakata, supposed to be famous for its ramen noodles. Well, that¡¯s what Aiko said. We drove along theke and managed to find the address, but all we could see was a big gate guarding a house that could not be seen behind the trees. We did, however, mark ces where we could hide the car and still be near his house. Then we returned to Kitakata. I was about to suggest that we find a hotel and check into a room to wait until night, but ze beat me to it. Aiko did not object, because she said it would give us a ¡°base of operations¡±. We found a clean enough looking hotel, but I was disappointed when Aiko, who was speaking for us, being better at Japanese than we were, ordered three separate rooms. It didn¡¯t seem like a good idea to make a fuss at the time, so I went along with it. ze, I was happy to note, seemed disappointed also. My room was on the small side but clean and with a western style bed. I waited out the afternoon, hoping that ze would drop by for a little escape practice, but she didn¡¯t. I found outter that she and Aiko went out shopping! Women! After dinner, we drove back to theke and parked behind some trees not far from the gate. ze had on her ckmando outfit again and, surprisingly, so did Aiko. The two of them giggled and said something about being a pair of ninjas or something. I noticed that Aiko has a short sword in her belt but no gun. I had, of course, Wilma tucked under my coat. A good Private Dick doesn¡¯t leave home without his best friend. We waited for a long while to make sure that we had not been spotted. Then it was off into the woods. The pines and elms were thick, which gave us good cover but also made it hard to tell where the house was. I finally found it by the noise. Someone was ying music loudly enough to guide us to the house. There was a barbed wire fence but some of the posts had sagged or been pushed up by tree growth. It was not too hard to find a spot where we could slip through. It was traditional Japanese, with nting roof of tiles, made of wood, and two stories high. I did note, however, that there was a set of stairs leading down to what must have been a door below the first floor, so I figured there was a basement. I whispered that fact to ze who agreed that might be a good ce to break in. The three of us snuck up to the side of the ce and made for that stairway. There was a door all right, but it was locked. Of course, we Private Dicks have out ways of getting in through locked doors. I pulled out my set of picks and began working on the keyhole. Either Japanese doors have moreplicated locks than American ones, or my skills were getting rusty. After ten minutes of trying, the door still refused to open. At that point, ze nudged me aside and reached up to the top of the doorframe. ¡°My mom always was losing her keys, so she always put one on top of the door so she wouldn¡¯t be locked out. See?¡± She was offering me a key. I brushed the dust off and inserted it in the lock. It was, of course, the right key, and the door obligingly opened for us. ze was lucky that Watanabe and her mom shared some traits. We immediately found ourselves looking at a very strange sight. There was a twenty by twenty foot room lit by a single overhead light. Along two walls were jail cells! Three on one wall, and three on the other. Each cell was tiny, no more than a couple feet in any direction. Two of the cells were upied. ze rushed up to the first cell and was staring in at the prisoner. She was a pretty Japanese girl, probably in herte teens. It¡¯s hard to tell with them. She was wearing only panties and a bra, and was handcuffed as well as locked in. Aiko came up and spoke to the obviously frightened girl. After a few sentences, she tranted for us. ¡°She says that she was kidnapped in Tokyo and brought here. That¡¯s all she knows.¡± We went to the other cell with an upant. This one was totally naked and I noticed that she had been shaved between the legs. She was also locked in handcuffs but someone had added a third pair connecting her wrists and ankles behind her: a steel hogtie. The woman looked up at us with a wild look in her eyes. She rolled on her side and struggled to try to get up, which she could not. So hard were her struggles that I was sure she was hurting her wrists and ankles from those steel cuffs. But she didn¡¯t seem to care. The look in her eyes was pure desperation. At first I figured she was simply d to see someone other than the kidnappers and was eager to get free. But then she hissed some words in Japanese, looking at my pants all the while. ¡°What¡¯s she saying?¡± I asked Aiko. When I heard nothing, I turned to Aiko. The girl was blushing! ¡°Well?¡± I asked. ¡°She¡¯s saying¡­ No, pleading, that you fuck her.¡± Now that I understood her words, I made sense of the fact that she was thrusting her shaved pussy at me and couldn¡¯t take her eyes off my crotch. Poor girl, she must have been really, really horny. I looked around but could find no keys for the cells. It would have been logical if the keys were kept in that room, but they apparently were not. Aiko tried to get the pleading woman to answer some questions, but her mind was on one subject and no other. I felt sorry for the poor girl. She was nice looking and had a fine set of breasts. I wished there was something I could do for her, but with her locked in there and three other women present, all I could do was offer a silent pledge to satisfy her need if the chance came up. With nothing we could do for the two prisoners, we went to the door on the fourth wall. Inside that room was arge medicalboratory with all kinds of equipment filling the walls and tables. I did notice off to one side was a door that looked like one of those you see on submarines - made of metal and with a big handle in the middle. My guess was that it could be air tight or soundproof, or both. The lights in thatb were on and some of the machines were making noises and shing lights and readouts. It didn¡¯t look like a ce shut down for the night. ¡°That¡¯s one of those DNA sequencers,¡± ze said, pointing to a device. Before we could discover anything else, a man walked into the room. He was on the older side, gray haired and wearing ab coat. His attention was focused on a clipboard he held, so he didn¡¯t see us until he was almost on top of us. When he looked up and saw the three of us, his first reaction was a look of displeasure. ¡°Who are you and what are you doing in myb?¡± he said. Then he noticed Wilma in my hand and went pale. ¡°Doctor Sorren, I presume?¡± ze said. He turned to ze, and was about to answer her when he suddenly looked between ze and myself. That was my clue that there was something behind us. Before I could turn around the lights went out. Chapter 22: Agents Captured Chapter 22: Agents Captured Chapter 22: Agents Captured Gato, a fairly big man, was standing over the trench-coated lump on the floor that was Sled Speed, with a piece of metal pipe in his hand. Behind him were two other men, both dressed in business suits and holding automatics pointed at ze and Aiko. Original content from N?velDrama.Org. ¡°Oh, my!¡± said ze. Aiko said nothing. ¡°Up with your hands!¡± ordered Gato. When the two women obeyed, he stepped forward and removed the gun from ze¡¯s belt and the short sword from Aiko¡¯s - being careful not to get between the guards with the guns and the women. He went to a cab and withdrew a handful of handcuffs. When Aiko¡¯s and ze¡¯s wrists were solidly locked behind them, he ordered them into the cell room where he locked them into two cells. But first he locked handcuffs on their ankles. Gato was a cautious man, and he did not know if these two women were good enough at the martial arts to be able to deliver an effective kick. So he made sure they could not kick at all. It took the full strength of the two guards to drag Sled Speed¡¯s body to a third cell and lock him in. But first Gato went through his pockets and removed extra magazines for Wilma, a small hunting knife, a set of brass knuckles, a hand grenade and a switchde - not to mention his wallet and anything else he could find. Back in theb, he picked up the automatic Sled had dropped and was amazed to feel how heavy it was, not to mentionrge. He had never seen a weapon like that before and made a joke to his guards about this American carrying a cannon around. Dr. Sorren had already dismissed the intrusion from his mind and was nning the next alteration to his DNA modifying virus. Chapter 23: Performance Chapter 23: Performance Chapter 23: Performance The auditorium was filled. A beautiful female escape artist was a good draw in Japan, a country that had a few good ones of its own. But the fact that she was an American beauty, taller than most Japanese men and of radiant golden tresses, was something no red-blooded Japanese male could resist. The surprising part was that there were a fair number of women in the audience as well. A couple Japanese magicians did the warm-up, but the biggest apuse was when Ste came out in that gorgeous skin-tight electric blue costume of hers. It was sort of like a one-piece bathing suit with large diamond sections cut out on the nks and in the middle from the top of her breasts down to just below her belly button. A goodly portion of her breasts was showing in that diamond. The nipples were covered but easily seen trying to poke through the tight, thin material. The suit did not bother with anything below her crotch, and the sides were slit upward so that what there was to cover her pubic area was damned little. The high heels disyed her legs at their best, which was very good. Her long, golden hair framed her smiling face and fell to mid-back behind her. Tara, in a simr but less revealing costume, was standing by. One of the magicians came back on the stage and was handed two pairs of handcuffs by Tara. Eagerly, he went to Ste and locked her wrists behind her back in one pair, then secured the other pair on her arms just above her elbows. He made sure that they were clicked down tightly enough to obviously be cutting into her flesh. He did not want her to get free of them. National pride, or something. Ste did a walk across the stage near the front, turning now and then so that everyone could see how securely she was restrained. Returning to the Japanese magician, who was grinning something fierce, she struck a pose next to him, then slowly walked around behind him but kept facing the audience. Her walk was slow, true, but still she was behind him for only a couple seconds, and during that couple of seconds her bound arms were totally out of view of the audience. When she emerged from behind him, her arms were still behind her. But as soon as she was level with him, she brought them around in front and handed him the handcuffs. The audience apuded. Tara took the disappointed magician by the arm and escorted him off the stage, the now empty handcuffs still in his hand. She returned with a handful of ropes, loosely coiled. They were hemp ropes of the type popr in Japan for binding women. The announcer came out and invited some volunteers from the audience toe up on the stage and bind Ste with those ropes. He told them they could do it in any way they wished, and use all the ropes. Two middle-aged gentlemen came up. Apparently they had been picked beforehand, both being local officials. There followed a scene much like those early on in Ste¡¯s career. When she was beginning, and before she became famous, she worked the smaller clubs and theaters, doing simple escapes. But one of the biggest draws was when she let people from the audiencee up and tie her. Then, in in sight of all, she would free herself from the ropes. There was nothing magical about it, nor were the ropes modified in any way. She simply counted on the fact that most people, usually men, simply did not know how to tie a woman very well. asionally, she would run into a man who did know what he was doing, and that would make the escape a real challenge. Only once did a man manage to tie her in such a way that she could not free herself. The results of that failure were threefold. First, Ste apologized to the audience and put on a strip tease that got rid of what little costume she had to begin with. Secondly, she made careful note of the way he had tied her, and had her friend, but not yet part of the act, Tara bind her that way repeatedly until she could defeat it. And third, she invited the man to give her a private demonstration of that form of bondageter in her hotel room. She made numerous mental notes about how he did it, where the knots were, how each winding of the rope was cinched down, and such. Then she thanked him by telling him to go ahead and use her body any way he wished. Every time Ste was back in that city, that man always dated her on any night she was free. They were still good friends to this day, and as Ste got better and better at escaping, it was partly due to Roger¡¯s inventive minding up with new challenges for her. It was no problem for her to work her way out of those ropes. She felt sorry for those men¡¯s wives if this was the best they could do. The audience apuded those simple escapes but there was a certain apprehension in the air. They knew that she would be doing a new, especially hard escape called the Hanging Water Death Trap. Ste performed a couple more escape, each harder than thest. She was done up in a ck leather straitjacket, the straps being pulled and buckled by another couple of male volunteers. Tara attached some padlocks on the buckles and then Ste was sat down and the overhead hoist lowered its cable and hook. Her ankles were tied together and then she was lifted up by them until she was almost lost in the top curtains across the front of the stage. She was a good twenty feet off the stage, hanging upside down, with her long blonde hair hanging straight down. Then she escaped from the jacket in about two minutes, demonstrating exceptional flexibility. Having used the increasingly harder escapes to build up the hype, she was ready for the finale. The back curtain of the stage was opened and the water tank pushed out to center stage. It took four men to push it, and they had to go slowly so as not to slosh out the water. They then rolled out tworge mirrors, positioning one on each side of the tank and behind it. They were turned so that the audience could see behind the tank. When the tank and mirrors were in position, Tara rolled out the cart with therge clock. From the back of the cart, she pulled out coils of rope, this time white cotton rope that Ste preferred over the thicker, coarser hemp rope, and began binding Ste in the extra tight manner they had rehearsed. The audience watched in fascination as the ropes were expertly and very tightly applied. They were not used to escape artists using ropes instead of carefully constructed props. The incredibly tight binding of Ste was a treat for them. The final touch before Ste was lifted up by her ankles was the adding of the ball gag by Tara. That was also a nice touch, because other escape artists never used gags. It added a more personal touch to the act. Up she went, again her hair trailing down. As she rose up, those in the back rows had a good view of how she was bound. Then the hoist was moving her over the tank. She paused there, her head just above the top of the tank and her hair already trailing in the water. Then she was lowered. As her body came lower in the tank, her hair fanned out like a cloud in the water. When downward movement finally stopped, her head was just above the bottom edge of the tank, and her bound feet were visible just under the top of the tank. A little water sshed out as her body elevated the water level. For a few seconds, Ste did nothing but hang in the water. Outside the tank, Tara started the clock running and the second hand began its circles. Then she went to the tank and pulled the curtain across the front. She returned to the clock and stood there, already looking worried but trying to smile. Truth was, her expression was both show and for real. She worried about her very close friend (and lover) every time she did an escape, especially one that was as dangerous as this one. Compared to the minute hand, the second hand seemed to rush around the face of the clock. Most of the spectators kept their eyes on the covered tank with only asional nces to the clock. One minute passed. All that could be seen of Ste was the cable holding her by the feet. It moved back and forth some, and asionally shook a little, leaving the observers to wonder what she was doing in there. It had not gone unnoticed that the tank was so slender that she could not have bent her body in half to get her head above water. The only way she could get to the air that she would soon be in desperate need of to stay alive, would be to free herself of those ropes. Two minutes. Three minutes.Please check at N/?vel(D)rama.Org. The cable shook harder for a few seconds, then stilled. Four minutes. Tara was looking more worried. Some of the audience were fidgeting in their seats. The tension in the room was increasing. At the five-minute mark, when some of the audience were making worried sounds, Tara slowly walked to the curtain and pulled it aside. There was Ste, upright in the water, just kicking thest of the ropes off her ankles. Then she kicked off the bottom of the tank and, grabbing the cable, lifted her head above the water. She pulled one leg up and put her foot in the hook, and then the cable began lifting her out of the tank. With one hand, she reached behind her head and unbuckled the ball gag. She tossed that down to Tara and lifted that hand triumphantly as the hoist lowered her to the stage. Tara brought her towel, but as she toweled herself down she made sure that most of that fine body was not covered for long. A man came on with a microphone in his hand, announcing something that could barely be heard over the ovation from the crowd. When he handed the microphone to Ste, the crowd quieted. She thanked the people in Japanese: ¡°Arigatou gozaimasu.¡± Then added that it was a pleasure to perform in their country and that she wished the best for the survivors of the disaster. She did not speak Japanese, but had memorized the words carefully and spoke them almost without an ent. The audience apuded even harder. Chapter 24: Three Spies in Trouble Chapter 24: Three Spies in Trouble Chapter 24: Three Spies in Trouble ¡°What!?¡± Watanabe was not happy. Veins on his forehead stood out as he rose to his feet. ¡°My house invaded? By gaijin?¡± ¡°Two of them appear to be Americans,¡± Gato told him calmly. ¡°The other is Nippon. They were armed.¡± He held up the .50 caliber Desert Eagle that Sled had dropped. For a long while Watanabe simply stared at the weapon. Then he ignored it and began a limping walk towards the door. ¡°Show me these gaijin!¡± Gato did. Sled Speed was still unconscious in his cell but both ze and Aiko were awake. They were sitting on the floor of adjacent cells, both still locked in handcuffs. Please check at N/?vel(D)rama.Org. Watanabe came close to the bars and looked upon each of them for a long time. Finally, he addressed Aiki, in Japanese. ¡°Who sent you?¡± ¡°No one.¡± ¡°I do not believe you. Who are these gaijin? Why have youe here?¡± She lowered her head and, trying to act ashamed, told him that they hade in to steal what they could. During the time between their capture and this interrogation she had been trying to think of a story that might save them and exin why they were there. The best she coulde up with was that they were burrs and looking for something to steal. She hoped that he would simply turn them over to the police and not do something much worse to them. Gatoughed and told his boss that she was lying. ¡°That one,¡± he said, pointing at ze, ¡°Address Dr. Sorren by name.¡± It was ze¡¯s turn to look unhappy. ¡°Do you work for the American government? Some agency?¡± Silence greeted his question. ¡°Very well. I will have to assume that you are spies. I will, however, not turn you over to my government,¡± he said with a faint smile. ¡°I will save them the trouble of a trial. I will execute you myself. Gato-san will arrange for you to disappear. You can join the other bodies I have sent to the bottom of theke.¡± As Watanabe turned to leave, Gato halted him. ¡°May I suggest, sir, that the two women be turned over to Dr. Sorren for his experiments?¡± Watanabe frowned, and looked back at the two female prisoners. ¡°That is fine. You two will soon wish you had simply been shot.¡± He chuckled, a dry, leaf-crackling sound that ended in a cough. Gato was grinning at the women. He had ns for them, and they were not simply to test a virus. Especially that fine looking American woman. Then he remembered that he had been going to report to his boss when the rm system sounded and he and a couple guards were diverted to theb. He turned to follow his boss up the stairs. ¡°What was all that?¡± ze asked. Aiko gave her a summary. ¡°So we are to be turned over to Dr. Sorren for his experiments.¡± ¡°Doesn¡¯t sound very good, but it¡¯s better than being shot.¡± ¡°Maybe not,¡± Aiko replied. ¡°Look at the woman over there. She lies on the floor and constantly begs to be screwed. That¡¯s what she is saying: fuck me. Over and over. Sorry if thenguage offends you, but that is the best English for what she is asking.¡± ¡°You¡¯re not suggesting that we¡¯ll be turned into sex hungry creatures like her?¡± ¡°Maybe. Do you know what this Dr. Sorren is working on?¡± ze sighed. ¡°He¡¯s a researcher into DNA modification.¡± ¡°Does that mean he can turned a woman into that kind of woman?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know. Maybe.¡± They looked at each other in silence. The future was looking not very bright. * * * * * Gato had just finished describing to his boss the attack upon Dr. Sorren by the subject. ¡°Apparently he has seeded in modifying a woman¡¯s behavior,¡± he concluded. Watanabe seemed interested. ¡°Arrange for a demonstration of this. I wish to see how much the doctor has managed.¡± ¡°Yes, sir.¡± Chapter 25: Attacked by One Over-Sexed Female Chapter 25: Attacked by One Over-Sexed Female Chapter 25: Attacked by One Over-Sexed Female Gato forced a gag into Midori¡¯s mouth as shey on the floor still handcuffed into a hogtie. Once he felt safe from her biting him, he picked her up and carried her into the mainb where he had already arranged the other subject for the demonstration. Once inside the istion chamber, he dumped her on the floor and grinned at the other subject. Please check at N/?vel(D)rama.Org. That other subject was me! It was embarrassing to admit that this Japanese guy had gotten the drop on me, but truth was all three of us were caught off guard. My head hurt like one wicked hangover but without having spent a fun night before. When I awoke, these guys were manhandling me into this funny room. Before I could really get my wits about me, they had stood me up to this pole and handcuffed my wrists behind it. I growled at them and promised that as soon as I got free they were going to be in a world of hurt. They just ignored me. Probably didn¡¯t speak English. After a while, this other fellow, who I heard them call ¡°Gato¡±, came in carrying this naked woman, the same one we saw in one of the cells next door. He dumps her on the floor and gives me this stupid grin. Then he kneels down and ties her neck to the other pole. The funny thing is that he is tying her loosely. When she is tethered to the pole by that loose neck rope, he leaves the room. About ten minutester I hear noises and look up to see two men looking at me through the window. One is an older Japanese man; the other I recognize as Dr. Sorren. The doctor is exining something to the older man. I can just hear what they¡¯re saying because the door is open. ¡°I chose a woman¡¯s sexual attributes and responses first because those are easier to alter the DNA for. My virus enters the body and goes directly to the ces where the DNA is to be modified. It reproduces rapidly and begins making the changes programmed into it. It is also designed to avoid the body¡¯s normal response to an invading virus. Once the virus begins reproducing, the changese about rapidly. ¡°That woman you see in the chamber was a perfectly normal woman with, we assume, a perfectly healthy, normal sex drive. But after the injection of my virus in concentrated dose, she began to change. If you willpare her now to these photos, you will see that her breast size has increased and her overall appearance has be more sensual. Her waist is smaller, her legs more shapely, and she is even prettier than before. The changes are not massive but nevertheless present. But what is more dramatic is the change to her emotions. I had programmed the DNA changes to make women more alluring and sexually attractive, but also to have an increased sex drive. As you can see, there have been physical changes. But the most surprising was the degree to which her sexual nature had changed. To put it mildly, she became a raging tigress, demanding but never satisfied with sex.¡± He turned to someone behind him and said, ¡°You two will see this for yourselves very soon.¡± There was a smug smile on his face that I promised I would take delight in wiping off. ¡°Gato will now free the woman. Watch her reactions.¡± That Gato fellow came back in and removed the gag from her mouth before unlocking the handcuffs of the naked woman at my feet. Then he backed out quickly, almost as if he feared her, and shut the door solidly behind him. I looked down and saw that she had untied the loose rope and was slowly getting to her feet. She looked around the room, stopping to stare through the window. She seemed especially to be looking at Gato. Then she turned to me. I¡¯ll tell you right now, I¡¯ve never seen such a wild look in a woman¡¯s eyes! Not even Linda Goodbody, my ex-girlfriend, damn her eyes, ever looked that wanton and hungry, which is saying a lot because she was one hell-on-wheels in bed. Suddenly the woman was on me! She tore at my clothes, ripping an expensive shirt to pieces and then attacking my pants. Just undoing the belt and pulling them down was not fast enough for her. She ripped them right off me, and didn¡¯t care if she scratched my legs in the process. Before I could try to push her away with my leg, she was kneeling and had grabbed my manhood in both hands, stuffing it into her mouth. Like a vacuum cleaner, she was sucking and licking and acting as if my getting an erection was the most important thing in her life. She was making animal sounds as she eagerly sucked away. It was the most intense blowjob I had ever experienced - by far. It was only natural that my manhood responded and quickly grew to its normal, immense, female-pleasing proportions. When she figured it was ready, she tried to shove it into her pussy. As soon as her hand guided it into her, she straddled my body and wrapped her legs around both me and the pole. Then she began a very vigorous pumping that would have worn out any woman in a few minutes. She, however, seemed to be able to keep it going indefinitely. I¡¯ll have to admit that it did feel good. Ignoring the fact that I much prefer to be the aggressor in this kind of contest, she wasfortably tight around my rod and already well lubricated. It resulted in a pretty good screwing, even if I had little to contribute beyond the obvious. I did, however, call upon my world- famous staying power and held off my climax for as long as I could. I wish I knew how long it went on. It might well be some kind of world record. I was pretty sure that she had her first orgasm only a minute or so after she started. And more after that. I could tell, because each time she would pause, tremble all over and then take a deep breath before continuing. I may one of the world¡¯s best lovers, but every man has his limits. Eventually, the pounding and sliding and clenching of my rod by her muscles got to be too much and I shot my load. She didn¡¯t seem to notice. She just kept right on bouncing her hips against mine until Junior became too small to stay in. When that happened, I assumed she would finish, tell me what a wonderful ride it had been, and thank me. Instead, she became angry that the ride was over. Well, what the hell could I do? I¡¯d given her far more than most men could ever have, and she still wanted more. From that point on, things got nasty. She was digging her ws into my side and shoulder as if a little pain and some blood would revive my limp member. I tried to tell her that if she were patient and just waited a little bit, Junior would take interest again and we could have another ride. That was not what she wanted to hear, even if she did understand me. Just when she was bing more physical in her demands, and rougher with me, this Gato fellow came in and shoved a hypo into her ass. She turned on him and chased him out of the chamber. I saw her sink to her knees and then fall t on her face. I don¡¯t know what that was he shot her up with, but it put her out in just a few seconds. A couple guard types came in, unlocked me, and then dragged me out to one of those cells we saw when we first entered. The handcuffs were put back on and I was locked in. I had noticed as I was leaving the chamber, that Gato was locking the girl in handcuffs again, and that both ze and Aiko were standing by the two men. Both of them had been stripped to panties only and their arms were tightly bound behind their backs. A short length of chain and a couple padlocks connected their necks to help keep them under control. After that, I was out of the picture for a while. Chapter 26: A Real Pain in the Ass Chapter 26: A Real Pain in the Ass Chapter 26: A Real Pain in the Ass ¡°I was surprised by the strength of the change in her sexual drive. I used a vibrator to give her continuous stimtion, and she continued to have orgasms one right after another until she passed out from exhaustion. It is more than I could ever have hoped for!¡± Sorren was telling Watanabe as Gato was carrying out the unconscious and handcuffed again Midori. ¡°But why did she attack the man after they had sex? Why did she attack you?¡± Watanabe wanted to know. ¡°I¡¯m not sure. I can tell you, however, that it was more than just frustration. From the reaction when her sexual partner fails and other times when she attacks with no sex having been involved, I would say that she has developed a strong hostility for males. Actually, a strong desire to hurt any male she can get to.¡± Please check at N/?vel(D)rama.Org. ¡°Will that go away with time?¡± ¡°So far it has not. As with the dramatically increased sex drive, the hatred of males seems to be permanent. Of course, we have been observing her only two days now.¡± ¡°Does it not seem to you that increasing a woman¡¯s sex drive is not helpful if you also make her attack any male she sees?¡± Watanabe asked, reasonably. ¡°It¡¯s a problem. But I¡¯ll be working on it. I hope to increase the submissiveness that is inherent in a woman¡¯s psychological make-up. It will just take time.¡± Watanabe stared at Sorren without speaking for a long time. Finally, he sighed. ¡°It may not be useful, but you have proven you can change a human. Continue your work.¡± Before leaving, he turned to the two bound women who had been forced to watch the demonstration. ¡°Maybe one of you will be the first to be sexual superwoman and totally submissive at the same time,¡± he told them. ¡°That would be very good.¡± Then he walked away, ignoring their angry res. Gato had just returned from locking Midori in her cell. ¡°Put these two away for now,¡± Sorren told him. ¡°I have work to do on the theoretical side before we try again. Oh, and keep an eye on that one you just put away. I want to see if her hostility remains at the same level.¡± Gato grabbed Aiko¡¯s arm and began dragging the girl towards the cell area. ze had no choice but to follow, since her neck was chained to Aiko¡¯s. By the time they reached the cell area, he had been doing some thinking. Both these women were quite beautiful, but the gaijin woman was like no other he had ever gotten his hands on. It was good that Sorren had achieved some progress, but his mind was on other things. It had been his idea to strip the woman down to their underwear before binding their arms and chaining their necks when Sorren had told him to bring them up to watch the demonstration. Now he was thinking how he might use them to satisfy his urges. He pushed them both into the same cell, not bothering to unlock the chain from their necks. He did, however, untie Aiko¡¯s arms then lock her wrists in handcuffs behind her. He repeated that with ze. It would have been nice to simply leave they bound with ropes, but he figured with both of them in the same cell they would probably manage to untie each other anyway. These handcuffs were on tight enough so that they would not be removing them, even if they tried to help each other. As he locked the cell door, an amusing thought came into his mind. The way they were chained together by the neck they would not be able to do girl-girl sex with each other. So leaving them together in the same cell was not a favor but a little more torment. Of course, they would have trouble just moving around or finding afortable way for them to both lie down when they wanted to sleep. He checked into the cell with Midori. She was still unconscious and lying on the concrete floor in her handcuff hogtie. Maybeter he woulde down and change her restraints to some really tight rope bondage. That would be fun. Of course, not as much fun as doing the same with the other two. They were a lot less likely to try to bite him. From another cell, the big American was ring at him. Gato grinned at him. re all you want, he mentally told the big man. Pretty soon you¡¯re going to be fish food! He might even use that huge gun to blow his brains out. He was anxious to try that gun out, to see just what it could do. Gato left the room, switching off the light as he did. His prisoners were not going to need light. Chapter 27: Wonder How Blaze is Doing? Chapter 27: Wonder How ze is Doing? Chapter 27: Wonder How ze is Doing? ¡°They really like you here!¡± Tara told Ste back in the dressing room after the show. They had both changed out of their costumes and were dressed in more normal clothes. ¡°Maybe we should do a tour of Japan.¡± This belongs to N?velDrama.Org. ¡°I would think that after what happened to you only a few months ago, you would never want to set foot in this country again,¡± Ste said. She was, of course, referring to their misadventures in that country that followed both of them being sold as sex ves to wealthy Japanese businessmen with a passion for keeping and punishing beautiful women. They had both suffered harsh treatment before escaping from captivity. ¡°Well, that was under a little different circumstances. Most of the Japanese people I¡¯ve met this time are very nice. Besides, it could mean some big money for us.¡± ¡°There¡¯s always that,¡± Ste mused. ¡°Maybe we coulde up with some escapes that have a Japanese vor to them. Like escaping while hanging over a bed of samurai swords.¡± ¡°Or from a tank with a giant octopus before he makes a human sushi meal of you,¡± Tara added. ¡°Or maybe we could get Godzi to threaten to eat you if you don¡¯t escape!¡± ¡°I think he¡¯s retired after all those movies he starred in,¡± Ste said in a matter-of-fact tone. As they were leaving the auditorium, Tara began specting on a world tour and all the themes they could use in different countries. When they sat down for ate dinner, the conversation turned to their companions. ¡°I wonder how ze is doing?¡± Tara began. ¡°Shouldn¡¯t we hear from them in the morning? I¡¯m worried about her.¡± ¡°Probably. But I¡¯m sure they¡¯re okay. She had that big private dick, as he calls himself, to protect her.¡± Chapter 28: Blaze Gets it in the End Chapter 28: ze Gets it in the End Chapter 28: ze Gets it in the End In the dark of the cell room, there was a loud crashing sound, followed by a heartfelt: ¡°Damn!¡± ¡°Sled, are you okay?¡± asked ze. ¡°Yeah, I¡¯m okay. But I just found out that you can¡¯t kick down these cell doors.¡± ¡°Oh¡­¡± Original content from N?velDrama.Org. ¡°Are you two gals okay?¡± ze answered for both of them. ¡°We¡¯re okay. They haven¡¯t gotten around to doing horrible things to us yet. But that Gato fellow makes me nervous with the way he looks at us.¡± ¡°At least he left you with some clothing,¡± Sled told them. The other girls here are totally naked.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t think we¡¯ll get to keep these for long,¡± Aiko said. ¡°Dr. Sorren ns to use us as experimental subjects. From what he told that old Japanese man, he¡¯s developed a virus that will alter the DNA in a human. Apparently that woman who attacked you was his first sess at it. Her sex drive has been dramatically increased.¡± ¡°Is that why she attacked me when I could no longer¡­ ah, satisfy her?¡± ¡°It is more than that. A side effect is apparently that the woman develops a strong hatred of men. All men. That same woman even attacked Dr. Sorren.¡± ¡°She probably didn¡¯t get much out of that old man,¡± Sledmented dryly. Aiki went on. ¡°He¡¯s trying to alter the DNA not only so that women will be highly sexual but also very submissive.¡± ¡°Yeah,¡± ze added, ¡°he wants to make a race of super sexy women who are totally obedient to any man.¡± There was silence for a while before ze spoke again. ¡°Sled, you still awake?¡± ¡°Yeah, I was just thinking about what you said.¡± ¡°Yes, and I¡¯ll bet you were viewing the possibility from a totally different view point than we would.¡± ¡°Well¡­ Sort of. But we have more important things to worry about. Like getting out of here.¡± Before they could discuss escape further, the door opened and the light came on. It was Gato. He came in carrying a handful of rope in one hand and a metal rod in the other. As he got closer, they could see the rod had a fork at one end and a box at the other. Without a word, he went to the cell with Aiko and ze, and unlocked the door. Both of them had stepped through their handcuffed wrists and now had their hands in front of them. They backed away from the door. That rod looked dangerous. Without warning, he thrust the rod forward, making contact with Aiko¡¯s middle. There was a slight buzzing sound and she jumped against the wall, crying out loudly at the shock. He immediately did the same for ze. The electrical shock from the rod was considerable and really hurt. ¡°Both of you will do exactly as you are told or I will use this on your breasts,¡± he told them. ¡°And other parts,¡± he added with a sadistic grin. ¡°Both of you, down on your knees!¡± They obeyed, there not being much choice in the matter. That electrical prod really hurt. ¡°Now lie down on the floor. Stretch your hands out before you.¡± They did, the concrete cold against their bodies. Gato enter the cell. With both of them t on their faces, he felt he could control the situation, so he set the prod down. Stepping carefully over them, he knelt and began binding Aiko¡¯s ankles together. When he had them tightly tied, he ran the rope up to her back. ¡°Put your hands over your head and back,¡± he ordered with a poke into Aiko¡¯s side. Slowly she lifted her hand and brought them back over her head. When they were close enough, he grabbed the handcuffs and passed the rope over them and then to her ankles. He pulled on that, forcing her arms back and her legs to bend. He looped the rope around the handcuffs again and pulled more. Her body arched backwards until she was forced into an extreme and painful arch. Only when he could no longer forced her body to bend did he tie the rope off at her ankles. Unlocking the chain from around her neck, he dragged her over to the steel barred wall between that cell and the next, which happened to be empty. There he used another rope tied to that connecting her wrists and ankles, passed it around a cross piece in the wall and back down. He pulled that as tightly as he could so that her body was arched even more and pressed against the wall. It was a very ufortable position for the Japanese girl. Satisfied that she was not going to be moving, he went to ze and rolled her onto the side. He took the end of the chain still locked to her neck and passed it around the handcuffs. When he locked the short chain to the part around her neck, her hands were held immobile only a few inches from her chin. Pulling her to her feet, he pushed her out of the cell. He then locked the door and grabbed her chained wrists to pull her along. ¡°Hey, bastard! Leave her alone!¡± Sled yelled to him. Gato ignored the man who would soon be eliminated. Their destination was a small storage room in another part of the basement. Gato had nned ahead and equipped the room with metal pipe set between two opposite walls at waist height. It looked like a part of the plumbing but was not attached to anything else except the walls. He had also screwed two eyebolts into the wall below were the ends of the pipe were secured. cing ze with her stomach up against the pipe, he proceeded to bind her ankles to the eyebolts, forcing her legs to spread widely apart. With her legs tied spread, he unlocked both the handcuffs and the chain from her neck. Without allowing her time to enjoy a tiny bit of freedom, he pulled her arms behind her back and bound them there with her wrists crossed and high up between her shoulder des. Rope from the wrist bondage was passed around her neck to ensure that her hands could not be lowered. Then he tied another length of rope to that in the front of her neck and pushed her forward so that she had to bend over the pipe. The rope from her neck went around behind her left knee, then her right knee, and then back up to her neck. When he pulled on that, she was forced to bend even more until her head was down at the level of her knees. Gato could feel his manhood growing harder and harder as he secured the gorgeous American girl in the exact position he wanted her body. With all the ropes in ce, nice and tightly tied, he used a pocketknife to slice the thin material of her panties, and tossed them aside. Then, just to beplete, he also cut off her bra and tossed it into the corner. For what he wanted to do, she could have worn the bra, but it just seemed to him more appropriate for her to bepletely nude. For a few moments he enjoyed the sight of her rear sticking up at just the right height for what he nned. Her vagina was easily visible but that was not the part he was most interested in. It was her cute little asshole that called to him and invited him to invade its secrets. A little lubrication to assure that it was not too painful for him, and all was ready. Taking his hands, he spread her ass cheeks wide, and then positioned his rigid rod at the entrance. When she felt the target of his intent, ze squealed and informed him that he should not do that. It was an unnatural sex act, she told him. Of course, that logic only made him more eager to do it. ¡°Don¡¯t you dare!¡± she called out just before he dared and took the plunge - so to speak. He shoved it in, hard and fast, the way he liked to begin a good reaming of a tender, maybe virgin, asshole. ze cried out in both surprise and at the pain of a fairlyrge intruder into a ce where no man had gone before. Or, at least, very few men. She jerked her body and twisted her hands, but could do nothing about this invasion of her body. With each hard shove in, she cried out - at least at first. After the sodomy proceeded, she became used to what was happening and her cries of pain faded to be reced with grunts and then moans that sounded suspiciously like moans of pleasure. Well, some women find the experience pleasurable; most consider it an extremely degrading act. ze would never admit that it was enjoyable. But she found the bent-over position and the very ufortably tight ropes around her neck to be much more unpleasant than the rude intrusion of her rear. Chapter 29: The Experiments Continue Chapter 29: The Experiments Continue Chapter 29: The Experiments Continue Early the next morning, Ste 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 Ste 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,¡± Ste pointed out. ¡°Maybe. But maybe they¡¯re all captives of the bad guys. Or maybe dead?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t say that!¡± But Ste 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, Ste¡¯s and Tara¡¯s worst fears wereing true in that house overlooking Lake Hibara. * * * * *Please check at N/?vel(D)rama.Org. That Gato fellow came back in, dragging ze 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 erging,¡± he muttered to himself. ¡°The doctor will be d 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, thenmit Harry Cary. ¡°Are you okay?¡± I ask ze. ¡°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 tranted. 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 ze 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. 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 form or whatever. He wants to try it out. You¡¯re the lucky one!¡± Both ze 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 ze 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. Chapter 30: Experimenting on Aiko Chapter 30: Experimenting on Aiko Chapter 30: Experimenting on Aiko Dr. Sorren was waiting by the chamber when Gato led Aiko up. ¡°Secure her in the chamber,¡± he told Gato. ¡°Nice and tight because this new version may cause violent behavior.¡± With enjoyment, he pushed Aiko into the chamber, turned her around so that her back was against one of the poles, and tied the rope from her neck around it. All during the walk in and as she was being tied to the pole, Aiko was looking for an opportunity to strike out. None presented itself. This man was simply too cautious to allow that. Working from behind her, he unlocked the handcuffs and pulled her arms around the pole to bind them tightly behind it. He not only tied the wrists but also the elbow, as tightly together as he could. The slender young woman had no trouble fitting her elbows together, even with the pole between them and her back. He tied them so tightly that the ropes cut into the flesh, and already her hands were looking a shade darker than normal from impeded blood cirction. He added ropes around her waist and the pole to help hold her in position, then pulled one foot at a time behind the pole and tied them together. Having her feet behind the pole forced her to lean forward, which, in turn, made the other ropes cut in more. When he had finished binding her, he cut off her bra and panties with a pocketknife and stood back, grinning at the beautiful sight of apletely naked, tightly bound and very pretty young woman. Before leaving her, he grabbed a breast and squeezed it hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. Original content from N?velDrama.Org. ¡°Do you want her gagged?¡± Gato asked as he backed out of the chamber. ¡°No, that is not necessary. However, you might secure her head so that she cannot hurt herself if she begins thrashing around.¡± With a roll of duct tape, he re-entered the chamber and wrapped a goodly amount around her head at the level of her forehead. He was careful not to cover her eyes because he wanted to watch them as the changes urred in her body. He knew from past experience that those changes were often very violent and created some wonderfully intense expressions of pain on their faces. ¡°That¡¯s better,¡± said Sorren when Gato emerged. ¡°With just that rope around her neck, she might have struggled hard enough to cut off respiration. Make sure the recording devices are all operational, then you may give her the injection.¡± He handed a hypodermic needle to Gato, and then went to his position at the window, clipboard in hand, ready to take notes. Waving the needle before her face, Gato approached Aiko, grinning at her difort and the fear in her eyes. ¡°You¡¯re never going to be the same after this,¡± he told her. Standing before her, his body blocking Sorren¡¯s view, he grabbed her pussy with his free hand and dug his fingernails in. She whined at the pain and struggled but could hardly move at all. For a second he squeezed as hard as he could, enjoying the pain in her eyes. ¡°I hope you¡¯re not too ruined by this,¡± he hissed at her. ¡°Later I want to enjoy fucking your nice, tight little asshole.¡± With that promise in her ears, Aiko felt the sharp jab of the needle into her thigh. The amber colored fluid burned as it entered her body. With the door closed and secured, the two researchers took positions at the window and watched. For a long time nothing happened. Aiko strained at her restraints but only half-heartedly. She knew that she could not free herself. It was more a sign of her inner fear than a serious attempt to break free. The first change came when they noticed that her face was flushed. That was followed by a trembling of her body, as if she were badly chilled. The shaking continued as the next change began. A strange look came into her eyes, a mix of fear and puzzlement. When the screaming began, it was apanied by her body jerking and straining so hard against the restraints that it seemed she would break her bones. The screams came out as howls, long and drawn out cries of agony. Those two men watching had to wonder what pain she was feeling inside to cause such an expression of it on the outside. Dr. Sorren marveled, in a detached, scientific way, what this new change was doing inside her. Gato, feeling much differently, enjoyed the scene before him. In his pants, a hard-on was rapidly forming, his own expression of what the woman¡¯s suffering was doing to him. The show ended when she passed out and hung limp in her bonds, only her breathing and an asionally tremor of a muscle here or there giving testimony that she was still alive. Chapter 31: Let鈥檚 Go See What鈥檚 Happening at the Lake Chapter 31: Let¡¯s Go See What¡¯s Happening at the Lake Chapter 31: Let¡¯s Go See What¡¯s Happening at the Lake ¡°That¡¯s the house,¡± Hiroshi Meisei told Ste and Tara. Ste had used the phone number that Aiko had given them. She told the man who answered what the situation was and that she would like help in finding out what had happened to her other ¡°team members¡±. The man seemed to be familiar with their mission and told them to wait at the hotel for him. When he showed up, he introduced himself and told them he would drive them up to Watanabe¡¯s house so they could all investigate. Tara was attracted to the handsome young Japanese man who, strangely enough, spoke English with a slight Texas drawl. It was the middle of the morning when they reached Lake Hibara. First, he showed them the house from the other side of theke, allowing all of them to study it through binocrs. They could see no signs of activity. Then he drove them around theke to approach the house from the front. When they drove off onto a side road to hide the car, Hiroshi suddenly hit the brakes and tensed. In front of them was another car. Hurriedly, Hiroshi got out and looked into the other vehicle. When he returned, he informed them that the car belonged to Aiko. ¡°Are you sure it¡¯s hers?¡± asked Tara. ¡°Yes. I am very familiar with it. Aiko is my fianc¨¦e. I know that car very well.¡± ¡°Oh,¡± was all Ste could say. No wonder he had been eager to help them. If his fianc¨¦e was in danger¡­ They approached the house through the forest, just as ze, Aiko and Sled had the evening before. As they viewed the house from a crouched position in the bushes, they could see no signs of activity. ¡°There will be guards,¡± Hiroshi told them. ¡°I do not know how many.¡± ¡°Do we just break in?¡± Ste asked. ¡°If the others tried the same thing, then this Watanabe guy will be on the alert.¡± ¡°This is true. It is possible he may have left this house or at least gotten them out of here in case others came looking.¡± ¡°Like us?¡± Tara said. ¡°Indeed. We can assume that they did try to enter and have not left. Had that happened, Aiko¡¯s car would not still be here. Therefore we must assume that something has gone wrong. If not, they would have contacted up by now.¡± This belongs to N?velDrama.Org. ¡°Is our walking into what maybe a trap a good idea?¡± Ste asked him. ¡°Tara and I are not trained agents.¡± ¡°True. I could call for additional resources but it would be a while before they arrived. Anything could happen in the meantime. Anything.¡± His face was grim, undoubtedly troubled by the thoughts of what might be happening to his fianc¨¦. Reaching into a pocket, he pulled out a 9mm automatic. It was a small one, with only a three-inch barrel. But at close range it would be urate enough. ¡°Do you know how to use this?¡± he asked. ¡°I¡¯ve fired handguns before,¡± Ste told him as she took the weapon from him. She dropped out the magazine, checked the number of rounds in it, and mmed it back into ce. ¡°I assume this is not your main weapon?¡± she asked. He pulled a .45 Glock, checked the magazine, and then chambered the first round. He returned it to his belt holster. ¡°I don¡¯t suppose you have one for me?¡± Tara asked. ¡°No. Sorry,¡± he told her. ¡°Perhaps it would be best if you wait in the car.¡± ¡°No way. I¡¯ll go along. If you get in trouble, I¡¯ll scream. That will divert them while you blow their heads off.¡± For a second it appeared he might argue with her, but then he shook his head and turned back towards the house, apparently his concern for Aiko overriding other considerations in his mind. The three of them snuck through the bushes towards the house. Chapter 32: Threatened with my Own Gun Chapter 32: Threatened with my Own Gun Chapter 32: Threatened with my Own Gun Gato carried a struggling Aiko back to the cell area draped over his shoulder like a sack. Her arms were tightly bound behind her back, elbows corded viciously tightly. Her legs were also tight together, equally tightly. He paused with her in the middle of the room to set her down. I could see that she was gagged. Still, she was trying to yell and was struggling against the cords very intently. ¡°Another failure,¡± he announced in a cheerful voice. ¡°Like that one over there, she survived but is filled with both hatred of males and a strong sex drive.¡± He continued talking as he fetched a length of rope. ¡°When I was untying her from the pole, she got free and attacked the doctor. Tried to w his eyes out, the little vixen.¡± He knelt and was tying one end of the rope to that around her ankles. ¡°The doctor is very pissed. He told me to make sure that she is punished.¡± He finished with that knotting and then tossed the rope up and over a beam running across the room. ¡°Scientists are strange people,¡± he continued with his lecture. ¡°Even as he was holding a cloth to a deep scratch she had given him, he was already thinking about a new form or whatever. He says he wants to make the change and try it out immediately.¡± He began pulling on the rope. Aiko¡¯s feet rose from the floor. She wiggled and fought him but could do little. ¡°The Boss showed up and wants to see this new experiment. The doctor promised him that this time it would work properly. He had better be right. Watanabe-san is not a patient man.¡± Aiko¡¯s ass wasing off the floor. ¡°Watanabe-san wants to see it tried on the American girl. So, girlie, you are next!¡± He sounded very cheerful. ¡°Later, I¡¯ll see to punishing this one. I have special ns for her.¡± Aiko was hangingpletely upside down, her ck hair just reaching down to the floor. He tied the rope off to a hook on the wall and approached the hanging girl. ¡°Yes, I have ns for you.¡± Then he told her something in Japanese that I did not understand. She apparently did, because she went into a spasm of jerking around. It seemed as if she were trying to hit him with her body. Heughed at her. Original content from N?velDrama.Org. Then he was looking at me, still grinning but with a different sort of grin. ¡°I¡¯ll attend to youter.¡± There was a table over by the wall. He went to it and opened a drawer. Then he pulled out Wilma. I was about to threaten him with grave bodily harm if he damaged Wilma in any way, but he cut me off. ¡°I want to try this big gun of yours.¡± He pointed it at me. ¡°Maybe right now¡­?¡± In a loud voice he hollered: ¡°BANG!¡± When my heart started beating again, he was putting Wilma back in the drawer andughing. He took ze out of her cell. She tied to kick him as he grabbed the handcuffs joining her wrists in front of her. Then she pulled back, used the leverage of his holding her hands, and swung her leg up in a pretty good kick to the side of his head. She fell down because the kick had left her off bnce, but Gato also went down. For a long second, both of themy on the floor, unmoving. ze crawled over to him. From his pocket, she pulled out a set of keys. But just as she was trying to find one that would fit into her handcuffs, he began toe out of the little nap her kick had induced. Quickly, before he could fully open his eyes, she tossed the keys in my direction. Then she got to her feet and tried to kick him again. He was awake now and ready for her. Grabbing her foot as it came around, he pulled up and dumped her to the floor. Then he was on top of her, pping her soundly. I quickly hid the keys behind me. It would have been nice to use them to get these handcuffs off me and the cell door unlocked, but I didn¡¯t think I had time before he noticed what I was doing. So I sat there, hating myself as I watched that bastard pping a handcuffed girl around. Of course, if a woman had kicked me in the head, I might have been tempted to p her, too. After what seemed like a long time, he finally stopped with the hitting and got to his feet. Grabbing her by the handcuffs, he dragged her out of the room. Good thing he was so pissed that he didn¡¯t think to close and lock her cell door. Had he taken time to do that, he would have noticed that his keys were gone. Working as quickly as I could, I pulled the keys forward and began fumbling with them. * * * * * In theb, Gato had just finished binding ze to the pole, tying her extra tightly because he was still mad at her. He also whispered to her some of the things he was going to do to her when the experiment was over. ze paled, but had enough spirit to try to spit in his eye. Her attempt fell a little short, evoking only augh from him. Then he was out of the chamber. ¡°I¡¯m sure this one will work,¡± Sorren was telling Watanabe as the elderly man was standing before the window. Two of his guards were standing behind him. He had heard how dangerous these women became after Sorren had experimented on them and had no wish to be attacked. ¡°I have applied corrections,¡± Sorren continued. ¡°By the way, Gato tells me that one of the earlier subjects is developing larger breasts and a more shapely figure. That was one of the effects I have been trying for.¡± Watanabe looked with a nk face at the doctor. Then he turned his eyes to the naked, beautiful woman tied so tightly to that pole in the chamber. ¡°You may proceed,¡± he said dryly. Sorren handed a hypodermic to Gato and nodded towards the chamber, inside which ze was whining in fear. Grinning, Gato approached the door. In one of those incredible coincidences found only in cheap novels and, asionally, in real life, two things happened at the same moment. From the far corner of the room came a loud, ear-piercing scream. At the same time, the door leading to the cell area burst open, mming against the wall with a loud crash. The scream at the far side of theb was Tara, providing the promised diversion. Ste and Hiroshi were moving up the sides of the room, each with a gun held before them. Standing in the doorway, also holding a gun, his beloved Wilma, was Sled Speed. And he looked pissed. Chapter 33: Firefight Chapter 33: Firefight Chapter 33: Firefight I¡¯ll have to admit, I was a little startled at that moment, mostly by the scream that echoed off the walls and ceiling. The two guards standing behind Watanabe drew their guns. They were quick, but a little confused as to where to point them. The scream was behind them. Also a voice called out from that direction, ordering them, in Japanese, to drop those guns. At the same instant, a gruff voice from off to their right ordered them to ¡°freeze!¡± That one was me. The fastest thinker of them all was Gato. While the two guards were trying to aim in two directions at the same time, he was moving towards a workbench filled with beakers and sks and other chemical type stuff. I swung Wilma round to let go a shot in his direction. A big chunk of the workbench exploded into splinters. At the same moment, he was throwing arge bottle at me. Instinctively, I dove to the side to avoid the bottle. Wilma¡¯s loud bark upset the guards. Both of them swung their guns around towards me. As Iy on my side, I was trying to swing Wilma up towards them. It was the kind of race I hate to lose. The closest guard got off the first shot. An instantter I fired. I¡¯ll bet the bullets crossed in midair. A piece of concrete burst up from next to me and I felt the sting of the ricochet as it creased my leg. My bullet, on the other hand, had flown more urately. The guard who had shot me was hit in the shoulder. It must have felt like a sledgehammer blow, because he spun around very fast, his gun flying out of his hand. I had to wait a split second to make sure that he was going down and I didn¡¯t need to fire a second shot in his direction. Then I was trying to bring Wilma around to the other guard. I could have taken my time. Gunshots from the other side of theb rang out and that guard was jerked sideways. Later, I found out that both Hiroshi and Ste had hit him almost simultaneously, one of them going into his side, the other making a small hole in the side of his head and a muchrger one out the other side, spraying blood and brains all over the old man standing there. The guards were both down. I swung Wilma around to the two men still standing. The old guy was looking at his bloodstained hands with surprise. The guy in theb coat was just looking surprised at everything. He was holding a clipboard and a pencil, looking as if he were taking notes about whole scene. For a second, nothing changed. Then the old man reached down and picked up one of the guards¡¯ guns lying on the floor at his feet. He lifted it and pointed it down theb. It was too bad that he was as old as he was, and very slow. As he brought the gun up, more shots rang out. The old guy was blown backwards into the console behind him. Oddly enough, he was still holding the gun and managed to get off a shot in the general direction of his killers. Another burst of rounds rang out and his body jerked as they impacted it. His body slid to the floor and did not move. Finally, everything was quiet, though there was a ringing in my ears, mostly due to Wilma being so damned loud in that underground room. The guy in the bloodstainedb coat was still standing here, looking very confused by all this interruption of his experiment. A Japanese man came into view. He had a gun in his hand and I started to swing Wilma around at him. Then I saw Ste next to him and held my shot. Good thing, too, ¡¯cause Iter found out he was a good guy. He went over and kicked away the guns, then checked to makes sure the guards were not going to be getting up. I got to my feet and approached them. ¡°ze is in there,¡± I told Ste. ¡°Who¡¯s this?¡± I added, pointing to the guy with her. Ste lifted one eyebrow and said, ¡°Sled, where are your clothes?¡± ¡°I lost them,¡± I had to admit. ¡°Long story. I¡¯ll tell youter.¡± At that point I had to wonder if I was getting a little old for this business. In the action, it had slipped my mind that there was another potentially dangerous man unounted for. ¡°Where¡¯s Gato?¡± I said, swinging Wilma around towards the rest of theb. ¡°Who?¡± Ste asked. ¡°His assistant,¡± I told her, nodding towards the still-confused Sorren. Then I went looking behind that workbench, Wilma at the ready. He was not there. In fact, he was nowhere in theb. Apparently, in the confusion and firefight, he had escaped. Right then, I had a bigger worry on my mind. ¡°ze is in there,¡± I repeated and went to the chamber. ¡°I hope they haven¡¯t done anything to her yet.¡± I opened the door and went in. ze was apparently unhurt but damned well bound to the pole. Her eyes looked me up and down and she said, ¡°Oh, Sled, my big, strong hero.¡± Funny thing is that she was not looking at my face when she said that, but a little lower, about half way between my face and feet. Once again I saw ze without her bra and panties and nicely disyed the way she was bound to that pole. Very nice. Almost nice enough to make me forget Linda Goodbody - almost. * * * * * In another part of the house, Gato was hurriedly grabbingputer disks and papers and stuffing them into a briefcase. Then he was rushing to the garage and peeling rubber in his getaway.Original content from N?velDrama.Org. Chapter 34: Another Case Wrapped Up 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. This belongs to N?velDrama.Org. 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 ¨C 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 The Novel will be updated first on this website. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!