The Case of the Mad Scientist

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 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. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

“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.”

Aiko was hanging completely upside down, her black 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 plans 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. He laughed at her.

Then he was looking at 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 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 and laughing.

He took Blaze 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 balance, but Gato also went down.

For a long second, both of them lay on the floor, unmoving. Blaze 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 to come 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, slapping 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 slapping a handcuffed girl around.

Of course, if a woman had kicked me in the head, I might have been tempted to slap 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 the lab, Gato had just finished binding Blaze 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. Blaze paled, but had enough spirit to try to spit in his eye. Her attempt fell a little short, evoking only a laugh 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 blank 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 Blaze was whining in fear. Grinning, Gato approached the door.

In one of those incredible coincidences found only in cheap novels and, occasionally, 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, slamming against the wall with a loud crash.

The scream at the far side of the lab was Tara, providing the promised diversion. Stella 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.