Was a little bored and wrote this. It's not great but I'm curious to see what people think of it. Its the famous Fausta scene from the perspective of the Nazi agent that chloroforms Lynda Carter. I called him Karl because I don't know his name in the episode.

Karl crouched beneath the wooden stage beside the lever in wait. He could hear the noise of the crowd and of the announcer outside. He couldn’t quite believe where he was, in the heart of the United States. Still less could he believe that he and his accomplices were going to succeed in their mission. After months of planning and infiltration, they were about to attempt to kidnap Wonder Woman, the pride of the American war effort, stealing her from under her country’s nose.
Karl heard a slightly nervous murmur from the crowd. Evidently Wonder Woman had made her appearance, right on time. So far, so good. She had fallen for it. There was some applause from the audience, and a general impression of excitement. There were now two masked women on stage both claiming to be Wonder Woman: everyone clearly thought this made for a great show. The announcer’s bright voice sounded through his microphone, “I’m sure you’re wondering which of my beautiful friends is really Wonder Woman.” Unlike his previous announcements a few moments ago, he now sounded slightly nervous; even he had no idea which Wonder Woman was real. “OK, pick up the barbell, and we’ll find out.” There was an expectant pause of a few seconds. Then enthusiastic applause. Karl’s accomplice, Fausta Gables, the other Wonder Woman, had lifted the barbell. This was to plan. One of Wonder Woman’s many admirable traits was her pride. Feeling outdone by her doppelganger would prompt her to take a risk of sorts, and her would-be captors were determined to do everything they could to give themselves the best advantage against her.
Karl took a deep, nervous breath. Fausta had played her part perfectly. Now the whole mission lay in his hands. It was Fausta’s plan, and she was in charge, but it was he who would have to actually capture Wonder Woman. They had been over it again and again: all he had to do was knock out Wonder Woman with anaesthetic quickly, while she was off balance. There was no reason to think she couldn’t be drugged as easily as any normal woman. Yet there was something about the audacity of their plan that made Karl think it couldn’t possibly work, that this Amazon Princess would be too strong for him to deal with. Perhaps she would react like a wild animal, or worse an enraged goddess. Nevertheless, they had come too far now.
The crowd was now silent, waiting for their other contestant to approach the barbell. Karl heard every step Wonder Woman took as a dull wooden thud, three or four of them. He peered up through a narrow slit in the wood and saw Wonder Woman take up a strong stance, legs straight, feet quite far apart; she reached for the weight. As expected, her warrior’s pride forced her to try lifting the weight with one hand. But the weight had been silently locked into place. Karl saw the muscles in her arm tense, the barbell refuse to move. He counted in his head, three seconds, then with grim resolve pulled the lever.
Wonder Woman dropped down in front of him as the trapdoor opened with a crash. Karl rushed towards her, scrambling over the ground. She fell backwards as she hit the ground. She immediately sat upright, just as Karl reached her, putting one hand just above her waist, his other hand holding the chloroform-soaked cloth, which he desperately tried to get to her lips. His hand briefly brushed against the smooth skin of the upper portion of her breasts before he shoved the cloth onto her nose and mouth, forcing her back so that she was lying in his lap. He had managed to get to her before she got her bearings, given her the chloroform before she had chance to hold her breath, and it was designed to work fast. The Amazon’s arms flailed briefly, and then she went completely limp, her arms dropping to the ground outstretched. Karl quickly reached for the golden lasso strapped to her belt and yanked it loose. He quickly wrapped it round her torso a few times at the point where her smooth white skin met the red and gold of her bodice. Then, while still holding the cloth to her nose and mouth, he reached across and yanked the mask off her face; still working fast, Karl briefly removed the cloth to pull away some strands of the Amazon’s dark hair that had got caught under the cloth. Wonder Woman stirred at these rough, violent motions to her face, exhaling heavily twice before her eyes opened. Karl whipped the cloth back into place, holding it just away from her mouth. “Quickly. How do I make you helpless and take you prisoner?”
Wonder Woman lay dazed in the Nazi agent’s lap as he barked the question at her. Breathing heavily, she looked up at him, her wonderful blue eyes wide, her mouth hanging open unflatteringly. She was barely conscious, but her lasso compelled her to answer. “Remove...” she closed her eyes as if in an effort to not answer the question, but kept speaking, “...my magic belt.”
Karl had a sudden realisation. Wonder Woman’s strength came from her belt; without it she was powerless. “Is that the key to your strength?” he asked.
“Yes...” she fought heroically to rouse herself, looking up at him again with wide open eyes. Karl’s hand twitched slightly as for a moment he thought she would need to be given more chloroform, but her eyes sank back down as her lasso of truth kept her talking. “...away from my home on Para... Paradise Island.” Her soft voice was drowsy and could only just form the words. She was nearly gone. Karl had one final question, but the answer seemed already clear.
“Will this chloroform keep you unconscious?”
Her brow twitched slightly as she paused, as if doing everything she could to not answer. Then, her eyes still closed, she more exhaled than spoke the answer, “...yes...” Then she started breathing heavily, and looked up at him one last time, knowing what was coming. As soon as Karl gently put the chloroform to her mouth again she looked away, seemed to stare at some other spot in the middle distance briefly, before her eyelids slowly closed, and her head settled resting on Karl’s forearm.
“Sleep peacefully, Wonder Woman,” he said, “ you will awake in the fatherland.” For a long moment, Karl sat there with the unconscious Wonder Woman in his lap, keeping the cloth applied to her now lifeless face, looking at her. Her delicate eyelashes were quite beautiful. He had done it. The plan had worked. Of course, now Wonder Woman had to be transported back to Germany, and that was no easy task. But surely the hardest part, the impossible part, had been accomplished. Wonder Woman lay completely defeated, at his mercy, and that, even if now the plan should fail, counted for something. The Amazon had been put in her place. She wasn’t the invincible force propaganda made her out to be. Looking at her now, lying in his lap, Karl thought she was quite pathetic. Although beautiful, very beautiful. Still, what had to be done now was getting her moving as soon as possible. There wasn’t any time to lose. Except...
Except it suddenly occurred to Karl the position in which he found himself. An extremely attractive, normally utterly unattainable woman lay unconscious in his arms. Or, if it were only that, he would have felt tempted by her. But this wasn’t just an attractive girl, it was Wonder Woman. She was a superheroine. She was a princess. She was a goddess! As he took the cloth away from her face, he saw just how stunning she was. Then, looking her unconscious body up and down, he was awestruck. Surely there was a little time, a little time to spare. And he would never have this chance again. No-one would ever know...
He gently stroked her wonderfully smooth neck, running his hand down her shoulder. His other hand stroked her mid-section and came up to gently grasp her breasts. Delicately pushing them upwards, he made better her cleavage as her soft white breasts came up slightly higher out of her bodice. He put his hands under her arms to lift her so that she would sit slightly higher in his lap, and found her armpits to be unbelievably smooth. Once she was sat slightly higher, he used her chin as a handle to gently tilt her sleeping face towards his. He gazed at her soft mouth. Then he leaned down and kissed her. Her lips were soft and her mouth was pleasantly wet. She tasted slightly of the chloroform he had smothered her with and he felt himself go slightly woozy, but it wasn’t too strong and he stayed awake as he explored the inside of the Amazon’s mouth with his tongue. Pulling away after a long moment, he sat still lent over so that his face was very close to hers. He could feel her gentle breathing on his face. He looked at the tiniest details of her face, of her nose and mouth. Then he kissed her again. This was too good.

Wow! That is incredible! I love it! Thanks for sharing!

You must have read my comment on one of Monsieur Paul's deviations. I suggested that the guy who'd want to kiss a chloroed Wonder Woman runs the risk of getting chloroed himself. Don't worry, I like it.

I'm new at this. Sorry.

Love your additions to the scene!!