The Case of the Mad Scientist

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 claw 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 formula 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 was coming 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 plans for her.”

completely upside down, her black hair just reaching down to the floor. He tied

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

me, still grinning but with a different sort of grin. “I’ll attend to you later.” There was a table over by the wall. He went to

if he damaged Wilma in any way, but he cut me off. “I

voice

heart started beating again, he was putting Wilma back in the

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.

one that would fit into her handcuffs, he began to come out of the

her. Grabbing her foot as it came around, he pulled up and dumped her to the floor. Then he

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,

had kicked me in the head, I might

dragged her out of the room. Good

I pulled the keys forward and