The Chemist

A Parody


The skies were threatening above, and the lightning was flashing in the distance, as the sleek black sedan coughed twice and quit running. The beautiful brunette driver managed to coast off to the side of the road, and park. She pulled out her cell phone, but then threw it against the dash in frustration. "No signal available. What am I going to do now?" Looking around the landscape, the young woman noticed a large wooden building sitting atop a small hill in the distance. "Maybe they have a phone I can use." Just as she exited the sport car, and locked the door, a few rain drops hit the windshield. "Uh oh I'd better hurry." Taking off her high heels, she ran along the paved road to the dirt driveway leading to a two story frame house, that could have been the model for Psycho. Within minutes the tall statuesque beauty stood on the porch dressed in her short tight fitting black dress. "I hope someone is home." The rain began pelting her as she knocked on the large door.

Several minutes passed, and then an old gray haired woman answered her knock. "Can I help you?" She asked, peering out at the stranger.

"I need to use your telephone, please." Margo was being soaked by the rain from the storm as the thunder rumbled above and the sharp lightning lit up the landscape.

I'm sorry, but we haven't had a working phone for nearly twenty years. Wait there for a minute." The old woman closed the door, leaving the wet female shivering on the rotting porch.

It seemed like an eternity before the door opened wide and she was greeted by a gray haired old man with a scruffy beard. "Come in, come in." He ushered the scantily clad young woman into the parlor. "Please pardon Martha, but we don't see many strangers any more. This use to be a thriving Inn until they built the interstate." He escorted Margo into an old fashioned parlor, that had a print rug, and a large stone fireplace. Zeke stared at the tall beautiful brunette, as she stood scanning the antique decorations. "Oh, excuse me, please have a seat." The old man offered her a place on the over stuffed chair close to the fire.

"Thank you, my car broke down, and my cell phone doesn't work in this area." She explained to the old man, settling into the large over stuffed chair that hadn't been used since the second world war. "Do you have any way for me to contact someone?"

"Not until the mailman comes in the morning. Looks like a biggun' commin through the valley, so you can't go anywhere tonight. Martha will fix one of the rooms for you, and ole Ralph will drive you to a garage in the morning." He stared at the intriguing woman, whose costume glimmered in the dim light. "How about a cup of hot tea?"

"That would be great." She gave him a sheepish smile, a little embarrassed by the short skirt that rode up her legs as she relaxed into the chair. Glancing around the room it reminded her of an old scary 'B' movie. "This place gives me goosebumps."

The old man returned with a tray containing a pot of tea and some scones. "Hope you like it. I have my own recipe." He poured two cups and then sat across from the Heroine, staring at her legs. "Where you headin'?"

Margo Sipped the delicious tea, while pulling down her skirt, trying to hide the fact she didn't wear any panties. "I'm going to the Aerie."

"Oh yeh, it's on top of the mountains. They do some kind of secret work there." His attention returned to her long perfectly sculptured legs. "You look tired. Would you like me to show you to your room?"

"That would be nice, I do feel a bit tired." She tried standing, but the chair made it awkward. So the old man took the cup, and offered his hand for assistance. When she finally stood, her ankle twisted. "Ouufff." She nearly fell, but the old man steadied her.

"Are you okay?" He led her towards the rickity staircase.

"I don't know, I feel kinda dizzy." With one hand holding the railing and the other being braced by the old man, Margo managed to stagger up the stairs to her room. "What have you done to me?" The tall statuesque beauty stood in the middle of the large bedroom, raised her arms ro place her wrists together, and then pronounced a strange word. "Sheboom!!" Suddenly there was a flash of light, transforming the young woman into a majestic figure dressed in a red, white and blue costume that clung to the magnificent figure like a second skin. "Why did you drug me?" She asked, staring at the old man.

"Who are you?" Zeke stammered, as he reached for something hidden in the pockect of his baggy jeans.

"They call me Woundrous Woman." She stood with her long shapely legs spred apart, and watched Zeke aim the tranquiliser pistol. He fired several darts at the Super Heroine, who easily deflected them with her gold bracelets. "You'll have to do better than that." She bragged, and then took one step towards the old man, when a sharp pain hit her in the rear. "Ouch..what was that?" Turning around, Wondrous Woman spotted Martha standing behind her holding a hypodermic needle. "OHHH..Wha..did..yoooo..doooo?"

Martha smiled at the Super Lady as she stumbled towards her and fell to one knee. "Oh this?" She said, holding up the needle. "It's just a muscle relaxer that Zeke developed."

Meanwhile, the old man was busy soaking a rag with his special solution of chloroform, and then moved behind Wondrous Woman, who was having trouble staying erect. "You look tired, so I think it's time to take a nap." He placed the rag over the beautiful face, covering her nose and mouth.

"NOOMMMMPPHHHHH!!" Wondrous Woman smelled the familiar aroma, and tried to hold her breath, but found she couldn't. "Hera..I can't resist." Her vision blurred, and she felt weak, as the drug seeped through her nostrils, filled her lungs and attacked her senses. "C..can't..staay..awaaa..uhhhh." Her hands tried to pull the rag away, but then flopped to her sides, as Zeke pulled sensuous figure up against his chest. She moaned and then went limp in the old man's grip.

"Martha, get my kit." Zeke asked his wife, as he lifted the unconscious Superheroine onto the bed, and while shifting her body into a more comfortable position, the old man took advantage of the situation, by caressing her firm round thighs.

"ZEKE, what are you doing?" Martha rushed into the room with an accusing stare.

"Nothin', I'm just makin' her comfy." He turned the unconscious Super Heroine onto her front, and slapped her firm round rear end. "Hand me the cotton and alcohol." Wetting the cotton wad, he then rubbed a small section on her rump. "Now the syringe." He tested the syringe, and then slowly pierced the soft white skin with the needle. After injecting the serum, the two of them turned the sleeping Heroine on her back. The old man peered down at her enticing breasts, and felt aroused.

"Zeke, tend to business." She admonished her husband as she handed him the electrodes.

He attached an electrode to each side of her head, and then connected the leads to a panel on the side of the bed. "Let's see if the formula works on these Super Babes." The two old people went into an adjoining room to watch a TV monitor.