The Case of the Mad Scientist novel Chapter 12

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 Stella will loan us some of her ropes.”

There is a God in Heaven!

Just then, Stella 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, come-to-the-bedroom voice of hers. “To make sure the equipment is properly set up. You two can watch, if you like.”

Blaze smiled and added, “Then we’ll go out to dinner afterwards and make plans for finding this Sorren guy. I’ll check with Mr. Grudge back at the company 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 Stella 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 Stella 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 black. 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. Stella 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 Stella 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 Stella’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 Stella’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 Stella. I was surprised to see that it was a ball gag! She put it in front of Stella’s face, who, obligingly, opened her mouth to accept the rubber ball. Tara strapped it tightly in place, 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 Stella 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. Stella 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. Stella 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.