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Wonder Woman: Birth of The Chloro King
Chapter Two: Are Ether of You Awake?
Diana entered her apartment, closing the door behind her, and reached for the light switch. She flicked it on, but nothing happened. “Have to get the super to check that out,” she thought, “I've gone through an awful lot of bulbs lately.” She was about to go to the kitchen for a spare bulb when Perry pressed a button on his remote and the phone rang. Two steps and she answered the phone, “Hello?” His finger pressed a second button and compressed gas spewed forth from the canister he had so thoughtfully installed in the handset. Everyone inhales after they answer the phone. Diana was no exception.
Perry was stunned. She must have an extraordinary metabolism. He had put enough knockout gas in the phone handset to bring down a man nearly twice her weight and she was still standing, struggling against the effects... and winning! Perry pounced, her cry of surprise muffled by the chloroform soaked cloth he clamped over her nose and mouth. Then it was his turn to be surprised as Diana's foot came down on his instep and she executed a perfect shoulder throw. Somehow he managed to hold onto the cloth, but he was winded by the impact and it took him several seconds to regain his feet. Terrified that she would recover before he did, he was pleased to find her on her knees trying to fight off the combined effects of the gas and the chloroform she had inhaled before throwing him.
Perry charged across the room, looking to press his advantage, but even as he moved towards her she regained her feet. He tried to maneuver behind her, but Diana was having none of that. Realizing she was still too dizzy to use any combat moves requiring skill and timing, she simply cannoned into him, driving him into the wall. Amazed at her resilience and the sheer physical power in her legs, he was, never the less, ready. He smiled under the gas mask, clamping the cloth over her nose and mouth once more even as she pulled her head away and pressed her arm across his throat. Her other hand clamped his wrist in a vise of steel and was starting to push it away from her face when he used his free hand to pinch her nipple.
Diana screamed at the indignity of it, once more inhaling the familiar smell of chloroform. He still felt strength in her hand, but that cry of indignation had pulled in enough of the dizzying fumes to make the outcome inevitable. Using the leverage of the wall behind him, he slowly made headway against her, reclaiming the inch she had gained. Her constant physical effort also required oxygen and clean oxygen was something he denied her.
Diana struggled as hard as she could, moving her head first to one side, then to the other in a vain attempt to avoid the insidious cloth wielding hand. Perry, on the other hand, was fairly successful at keeping the cloth close enough to her face that with every little bit of air she also got a good dose of the debilitating drug. Finally realizing she couldn't win that way, she tried to pull away and run.
Perry was quick to capitalize on this, reversing positions so that it was he who pinned her to the wall. Her eyes burned like coals with the heat of her anger, but she no longer had the strength to escape the chloroform soaked cloth in her assailants hand. Her struggles were ineffective and useless. Her body was pressed against the wall. Her attackers body was pressed against hers. Her arms no longer had the strength to deliver effective blows. She tried to use her feet to disable her opponent, but even though she could still feel her legs beneath her, they just refused to move. In a final act of desperation, she used one hand to tear his mask from his face and the other to twist his ear. With a scream of pain, he too inhaled the fumes and both of them slumped to the floor.
Chapter Two: Are Ether of You Awake?
Diana entered her apartment, closing the door behind her, and reached for the light switch. She flicked it on, but nothing happened. “Have to get the super to check that out,” she thought, “I've gone through an awful lot of bulbs lately.” She was about to go to the kitchen for a spare bulb when Perry pressed a button on his remote and the phone rang. Two steps and she answered the phone, “Hello?” His finger pressed a second button and compressed gas spewed forth from the canister he had so thoughtfully installed in the handset. Everyone inhales after they answer the phone. Diana was no exception.
Perry was stunned. She must have an extraordinary metabolism. He had put enough knockout gas in the phone handset to bring down a man nearly twice her weight and she was still standing, struggling against the effects... and winning! Perry pounced, her cry of surprise muffled by the chloroform soaked cloth he clamped over her nose and mouth. Then it was his turn to be surprised as Diana's foot came down on his instep and she executed a perfect shoulder throw. Somehow he managed to hold onto the cloth, but he was winded by the impact and it took him several seconds to regain his feet. Terrified that she would recover before he did, he was pleased to find her on her knees trying to fight off the combined effects of the gas and the chloroform she had inhaled before throwing him.
Perry charged across the room, looking to press his advantage, but even as he moved towards her she regained her feet. He tried to maneuver behind her, but Diana was having none of that. Realizing she was still too dizzy to use any combat moves requiring skill and timing, she simply cannoned into him, driving him into the wall. Amazed at her resilience and the sheer physical power in her legs, he was, never the less, ready. He smiled under the gas mask, clamping the cloth over her nose and mouth once more even as she pulled her head away and pressed her arm across his throat. Her other hand clamped his wrist in a vise of steel and was starting to push it away from her face when he used his free hand to pinch her nipple.
Diana screamed at the indignity of it, once more inhaling the familiar smell of chloroform. He still felt strength in her hand, but that cry of indignation had pulled in enough of the dizzying fumes to make the outcome inevitable. Using the leverage of the wall behind him, he slowly made headway against her, reclaiming the inch she had gained. Her constant physical effort also required oxygen and clean oxygen was something he denied her.
Diana struggled as hard as she could, moving her head first to one side, then to the other in a vain attempt to avoid the insidious cloth wielding hand. Perry, on the other hand, was fairly successful at keeping the cloth close enough to her face that with every little bit of air she also got a good dose of the debilitating drug. Finally realizing she couldn't win that way, she tried to pull away and run.
Perry was quick to capitalize on this, reversing positions so that it was he who pinned her to the wall. Her eyes burned like coals with the heat of her anger, but she no longer had the strength to escape the chloroform soaked cloth in her assailants hand. Her struggles were ineffective and useless. Her body was pressed against the wall. Her attackers body was pressed against hers. Her arms no longer had the strength to deliver effective blows. She tried to use her feet to disable her opponent, but even though she could still feel her legs beneath her, they just refused to move. In a final act of desperation, she used one hand to tear his mask from his face and the other to twist his ear. With a scream of pain, he too inhaled the fumes and both of them slumped to the floor.