The Case of the Mad Scientist

Chapter 3: Hanging Death Trap

The gorgeous young women in the skin-tight one-piece simmering red costume was standing on the platform twenty feet above the stage and even more above the crowd who had come to that glittering pleasure dome in Las Vegas to watch her once more defy death. Stella 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 platform, holding a cloth sack, also showing off her firm young body in a similar tight fitting bit of electric blue lycra. She put the sack on the platform and then pulled a coil of rope out of it. Stella turned her back and placed her arms behind her. As Tara looped the rope around her elbows and pulled them tightly together, the crowd was treated to a wonderful display of large 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 platform with them, had there been such, would have had no complaint 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, Stella allowed her assistant to aid her in lying flat on her stomach. Tara then proceeded to fetch another length of white nylon rope and bind Stella’s ankles together. On either side of the stage were large 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 placed 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 Stella, but wore a black suit that covered her from head to toe, including a hood that completely covered the head. Against that black, the white ropes stood out vividly. As that apparently helpless woman came near the top of the platform, those watching the screen could see that a second rope was coming down from the hogtied figure. As that rope neared, Tara took it in her hands and, as it lowered more, threaded it between Stella’s forearms and legs. The black clad figure stopped at the level of Tara’s head. The rope Tara was using to connect Stella’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 black was just a dummy and was placed there so they could see what would happen to Stella’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 Stella’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 Stella was totally suspended a couple feet above the platform. At that time, the announcer called the audience’s attention to a black package that was taped to the rope just above the dummy. This, he explained, 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. Stella’s assistant would light that fuse, he continued, giving Stella approximately four minutes to escape before the fuse reached the charge and the rope severed.

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

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 Stella. Each was about two feet long

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

short drum roll, and the announcer said, “You may light

sputter and spark. She dropped it and the smoking, sparking

the audience. The burning end of the fuse slowly crept upward. Stella strained against the ropes, anxiety obvious on her beautiful face. A couple times

sparking end of the fuse climbed closer to that black taped package, she was straining her arms, pushing one down while pulling the other upward. The ropes

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

strands of rope had been worked down over her hand. She wasted no time in

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

pivoting by the hand that was holding the rope, and brought her other

rapidly pulled herself upward to get enough slack in the rope still around her ankle bondage

package. At the same instant, Stella made one last, big pump with her legs as she swung towards

the platform. Behind her, the dummy began falling. Stella’s