The following is a work of fiction intended
for adult entertainment. The author declares it a work of public domain, free
of use in whole or in part in any and all mediums. Rook.
CHILL!
It is not easy being an eighteen year old
hottie, with everyone around you drooling and desperate to get into your
panties, but it is even more difficult if you are an eighteen year old
Aphrodite active gene hottie! As Chandra Hills could readily attest to! Chandra
better known throughout the skiing vacation hamlet city of Peaks, Colorado as
the young brash super heroine ‘Chill’, now in her secret civilian identity as
Chandra Hills, bussed the grimy plates off the fast food Formica table into the
dirty blue plastic tub cocked against her firm proud hip and pocketed her tip.
It was a good tip, twenty bucks for what had been three horny middle age
geezers sharing a ten dollar plate of hot wings and a four dollar pitcher of
beer. Locals and there for polite, grinning ear to ear and smirking while all
the while staring misty eyed deeply into the cleavage of her forty-four double
EE cup waitress uniform, faces turned ashen and uneasy with but a word from her
if she wanted by asking how their wives were doing that fine morning!
It was off season, early autumn with only the
locals and the rare tourist passing through, during the height of the snow
season the town would easily explode from six thousand to sixty thousand of
drunken lecherous partying people weaving through the streets and snoring
passed out in the myriad of hot tubes. But that was still a few weeks away yet
and Chandra eked out a decent living in one of the few local dinners that
remained open all year long by wiggling her hips and jiggling her tits at the
local males and quadrupling her merger wages on the days she managed to drag
herself to work.
The dinner closed at eight pm during the off
months and she would leave well before then having already made enough for rent
and bills in the four hours she had already been there. The local men may have
lived in fear of their wives and girlfriends hearing any sort of salacious
complaint of their behavior from her but still tipped her well for all her wide
eyed innocence and deep bends of nipple flash and panty flash that she offered
them, or maybe tipped her well in hope that she wouldn’t repeat some of their
low comments or suggestions that she pretended not to fully comprehend.
The real problem for Chandra wasn’t the daily
ogling she received when ever she stepped out from her single room apartment
above her families dinner, it was struggling to curtail and control her own
unbidden Aphrodite gene lusts that threatened to engulf her! She was, she knew
heartedly, a cock tease! There was no denying it! She was an utter shameless
exhibitionist through and through! Nothing got her hotter than the idea of some
guy taking a peak at her, and her mind was constantly full of buzzing fevered
ideas of how she could put herself into some new position or situation which would
allow another either alone or in a group to catch some small sample of her
abundant sexual wares on slipped display. Her face flushed and her hart raced
at each slightest provocation which would let her twist or warp a moment in
passing that would allow her to bend or reach or pull or jiggle or tug herself
free from her garments ever so slightly and reveal herself before a stunned
lustful eye.
Through it all she maintained an utter air of
purity and child like innocence that corrected all others about her as if her
fault of utter lechery was in fact their own shameful thoughts and will which
they would then struggle mightily to curtail and bend down often to their
staggering embarrassment! It fueled her sexual fires and entertained her with
mirth at the gentle outcomes her occasional seemingly unnoticed flashes and
provocative struts did attend upon all others around her. She revealed in it
and knew no better!
But despite all of her beauty and charms as
Chandra Hills, and the good hearted mischief she knowingly caused throughout
the town, she was better known as a complete other alien identity as Chill! The
teenage super heroine who fought crime throughout the Midwest but was thought
to reside in the city of Denver much larger and further to the south of Peaks.
Chandra remained in Peaks hidden from the
world at large even though in her super heroine persona as Chill she had used
her cold powers along side such famous super heroines as Ms. Americana and GOT
Girl to fight crime. She was mulling over various colleges to attend and was
seriously considering Delta City as it would make her crime fighting front page
news and her career as a crime fighter so much easier. But for now she had
decided to take a year off from school and not enroll directly from her graduating
high school into any college and instead spend at least one last winter in
Peaks and its anonymity before venturing out into the heady competition that
standing shoulder to shoulder with the likes of Ms. Americana on a day by day
basses that a move to Delta City would undoubtedly contest! For all her
manipulative brass she wielded upon all the men around her, she felt unsure and
doubtful if she could truly hold her own against the more serious super
villains that made Delta City their playground. Would she really be able to
handle the likes of say, ‘the booby trap?’ in a surprise one on one encounter?
Or any of those vile things lurking about in the Delta City sewers?!! She was
use to stopping a bank robber or foiling a ring of counterfeiters, not going
toe to toe with some white slavers lead by some super powered villain! Could
she do it? She was uncertain and even as she brought the tub of dishes back
around the counter and dropped them off for the teen age dishwasher she felt a
need to muffle a stab of doubt by ‘accidentally’ splashing herself with soapy
water and rubbing the suds into her enormous breasts while feigning disgust and
seemingly unnoticing tugging one of her large always puffy swollen nipples free
to bedazzle the washer boy who made endless fish mouth gulping as drool eased
down his chin and splattered unnoticed on his tented pants. She pretended not
to notice the way ward nipple on perky quivering display and dropped the rest
of the dishes into the metal sink soaking the boys pants and erection with hot
sudsy water and causing him to yelp in surprise and honest pain! She quickly
grabbed a towel and begging his forgiveness spent several minutes rubbing the
boys crotch dry until she was satisfied he had spurted his pants full of delicious
young spunk and left him with an innocent smile upon her winking flushed face
and on her own weak knee wobbly much needy legs dazed with over whelming
throbbing red mist of lust half sauntered half staggered out of the kitchen and
through the back kitchen taking her leave of her elder sister, her only other
surviving family, and slipping out the back door and up the rickety wooden
steps to her room above the dinner.
She would need yet another long cold
shower!!!!! Ugh! The cold shower wasn’t to drive away Chandra’s sexual desires,
in fact it was for the very opposite effect that she now found herself moving
almost mechanically to her single rooms adjoining bathroom. The cold got
Chandra off, it turned her on, the colder it was the hornier she became! She literarily
banged herself with icicles, ice pops she made in her freezer from special
molds she had created for just such a use. The touch of freezing cold wind or
snow caused her always horny pussy to go into instant over drive! But here to
her powers were created and faltered, For Chandra needed some contact with
something cold in order to summon her ice powers from within her!
In the mountains there was always some ready
supply of snow or ice or icy water or such to touch and use it as a lode stone
to summon her powers with, and in a city there were all kinds of refrigerators
and freezers and such, but the degree of power she could summon was directly
proportioned to the degree of coldness she touched when she summoned it upon
her, and how much and how long it lasted was also directly effected by this!
Once in Delta City working with Ms. Americana
she had used up all her powers and had been lucky enough to find she had been
tossed by a thug into a food court full of tables and chairs in a mall. There
she had found on a table next to her a cup full of ice and soda and pouring it
into her hand had summoned just enough power to defeat the thug and help Ms.
Americana to her feet, but it had been a close run affair and it left her with
a cringe of doubt as to how she would fair in a heat wave in a Delta City
summer under ground in the sewers far from any cold at all!!!!
Now Chandra helplessly worked up by a day of
constant cock teasing needed to release some of that terrible lust brimming
within her and she quickly shed her personally altered skimpy waitress uniform
and climbed into the shower turning on the cold spigot as far as it would go,
but first she made sure the blinds were thrown wide so the few boys who always
climbed into the large tree next to her window wouldn’t miss a thing!
Soaking wet in icy rivulets her nipples large
and hard, she next left the bath room and returning to her single room opened
the large empty floor freezer next to one wall and gingerly climbed inside it.
The water quickly turned to powder as she shuddered in ecstasy at the thrilling
sensation of the icy cold tingling her body. But she would never cum this way.
Even if she banged her pussy for hours with her ice dildos she would only
increase her sexual lust and frustration! The only thing that could make
Chandra cum was to be watched! To be in someway peered upon while she was
utterly helpless to hide or cover herself. This was her secret to genetic power
as an Aphrodite and her weakness as well! She desired, needed, wanted to be lusted
over, stared at, while she lost control of her power over the observer and her
peeping tom gained power over her! She could only climax by being watched
against her will as she was debased and made helpless to the watchers ever
peering gaze!
As such her only hope of sexual release
required her shedding some degree of her aggressive passive exhibitionist
innocence and putting herself into a situation were the observers would try to
rape her against her will! Chandra Hills donned the guise of Chill not just out
of a desire to fight crime and help others, but because in that super heroine
persona she could put on some of the skimpiest clothing she could feverishly
create and go out in public and fight men who wanted nothing more than to
capture her and sexually abuse her and this is the only thing that would
trigger the orgasms she so desperately needed!
As such her entire costume, other than her
blue eye mask and blue thigh high boots, consisted entirely of ice crystals she
summoned out of the air, forming an almost see through glass like cocoon over
her nipples and crotch. Not only did this give her the ultimate exhibitionist
attire that she could fathom, she knew that as her power waned from its initial
summoning her costume would begin to melt and leave her helplessly naked! It
thrilled her to the core with lustful waves of near orgiastic delight and it
was with such a heady throbbing need that she now sitting in her open freezer
summoned up her cold powers from the icy source bleeding it from sub-zero to a
balmy room temperature in seconds. She stepped out of the luke warm metal bin
and with a momentary frown summoned her powers about her and created a white
crested ice patch upon her hairless crotch and two more whisk pointed pendants
of ice upon her large swollen nipples. With large smiles she admired her design
and wiggled over to her dresser and removed her stiletto heeled boots and blue
eye mask and long blue gloves which she quickly put on.
She knew she would be watched upon leaving,
she was always watched, being the hottest single girl in town if not the state
or country for that matter! But she had long ago fashioned a hidden escape
hatch that lead from her single room apartment above the dinner through the air
duct along the next door storage room and up onto the roof. Here a quick glance
around and she slipped out from the grating covering and slid across the sunlit
warm tarmac roof until she was next to the abandoned building that adjoined to
the dinner and had once been a feed store long ago. Now it provided Chill with
an easy leap onto its surface and escape from waiting prying eyes searching for
any fleshy glint of Chandra who would unfortunately disappoint them for the
next few hours. Wish some easy hunched over strides, Chill had covered the
larger buildings roof and she had reached and slipped into the small trap door
set in its corner. A few hushed dark ladder rung grasps and her booted heels
struck the upper floor hallway closet.
The building had a cellar which had a direct
opening into the local water drains (very important for a city that got as much
snow as they did every winter!) and it was into this Chill eventually sped. Her
progress by frequent use much imperious to the dark unlit passageways that wind
her through the city streets shuffling above. She soon found herself under the
manhole cover opening into the edge of the city near the now abandoned lodges
and rental cottages and quickly used it for her exit.
Once again above ground the ever horny
teenager super heroine, Chill, surveyed her surroundings and considered her
best course of action for the up coming night. Her power would be good for
roughly three hours at low usage, and could easily be spent in forty minutes in
a serious fight. But she didn’t foresee any serious confrontations this coming
night, in fact she had planed to remain in the immediate area for a change and
not venture over to Denver. She had an immediate idea in mind, just a few miles
outside of town there was an old abandoned ghost town called, Coot City. It had
sprung up in 1910 around a gold mine long since mined out and flooded. The
local teenage boys had been talking about ‘ghosts’ suddenly appearing around
the town of late and strange noises from the drowned mine as well. It wasn’t
exactly a bank robbery or a gang of street thugs but the on going tales and
constant persistent upon all the boys to try and get Chandra to go out with
them to check out the deserted town had peaked her curiosity.
She was certain that the boys only wanted to
get her out there in the middle of no where to some how catch glimpses of her
bending over flashing her panties or spilling out her overabundant cleavage or
scare her into the arms of them so they could get some cheap ass grabs and boob
gropes, and not that she wouldn’t enjoy playing along with them and all, but
before she did agree as Chandra Hills to follow a group of horny boys out to a
ghost town in the middle of the night, she wanted to first visit it as Chill to
make sure nothing really strange was going on out there! After all, wasn’t a
deserted ghost town the perfect place to set up a counterfeit ring or a meth
lab?!
Chandra/Chill paused to get her bearings and
make sure for once she wasn’t being watched! Then strutted with full hip swing
and tit bounce jiggle (a walk she couldn’t help but do considering her slender
‘S’ build with such large spheres of tight full flesh welded upon her chest and
hips!) to the near by tool shed set behind the exclusive swanky resort condos
at the foot of the skiing trails. It was double paddle locked but she slipped
past the front of the sturdy building ignoring the locks and chains to the rear
of the shed where she reached up and selected a well hidden piece of masonry
looking all the world like its fellow bricks sunk in time plastered mortal of
old paint and concentrating her will summoned her cold powers that now hummed
inside her like a hive of large bees and focused upon the brick a deathly cold
blast.
The false brick front held a simple thermal
switch and in a few seconds it clicked open its face plate revealing a simple
large key switch, except this lock had never had a key made for it of metal,
Chill now again froze the water vapor of the air around her sucking it in and
formed an ice key and inserted it into the lock until it ‘popped’! now a small
section of the shed wall of bricks swung easily outward and Chill closed the
secret false brick facing and hunched down into the small opening.
Inside was rather cramped. The fake back of
the shed proper was only a yard away from the opening and into this small
alcove Chill had placed several bits and pieces of her super heroine
paraphernalia garner over the past few years of her super heroine career.
Newspaper clippings in a scrapbook, a few framed photos of her and other super
heroines she had worked with recently, and a few souvenirs of various criminals
she had brought down, as well as some equipment she had fashioned for this or
that particular case.
Though Chill wore little in going toe to toe
with the thugs of the underworld and her powers to cause almost anything to
freeze at her touch or her ability to freeze the water in the air around her
into ice shapes caused understandable fear in those who opposed her, she was
and always would be a ‘gadget girl’ at hart. She had always loved tinkering and
building things at her fathers side from a young child right up to his tragic
death when she was but thirteen. This shed had once been on their family land.
They had once owned a small but very successful skiing lodge, but then the
large corporations came and bought everyone out and over night people went from
living in their hotels to living in small trailers hidden at the far edge of
the town, working in those self same hotels now as little more than slaves.
Chandra’s father had been one of the few who had refused to sell, but then he
had died when his ultra light air plane that he always loved to fly
mysteriously crashed into a mountain side. Chandra and her sister had found
themselves facing their estranged step mother who instantly sold the hotel and
the land to one of the fat corporations and whisked off with the money back to
California to her poolside boy toys.
Penniless and broke, Chandra’s older sister
had managed to support them by keeping hold of the families small dinner which
had been their birth mothers before she had died in child birth bringing
Chandra into the world and which their father had refused to part with there
after despite its rundown nature and which he had left to his two girls as
their mother had asked in her own will if he should die. Chandra’s father had
not got around to changing his will after separating from their step mother and
had left them nothing but a little insurance money which scarcely paid for his
funeral.
Chandra’s sister had settled them into a
small apartment three blocks from the dinner but at sixteen the ever volatile
Chandra had insisted on her own place and the older sister had agreed she could
move into the room above the dinner. Though Chandra by her very nature gave the
outward appearance of docile air head innocent cock tease, she was actually a
fire brand in privet with her exhausted sister who gave up trying to curb her
oft sluttish and ruttish nature. Partly this was born of the fact that though
Chandra wore the most tight and revealing clothing in public and her ample
goods were on almost constant view to each and every passing stranger, she was
universally well known to be chaste and pure to everyone in the town. People
tended to see her as an innocent animal, a wild doe wandering the streets
ignorant of the dangers of passing cars and blissfully unaware of hunters
stalking her with handfuls of sugar. They saw their lusts being put upon her
but not sticking in face of her half lidded eyes and open mouth puzzlements of
blank expressions. In truth, Chandra simply was driving endlessly by the
hormonal rage of lusts her Aphrodite gene boiled within her and due to its
unique bend in her, she needed and could only achieve orgasm by being watched
by others whose own sexual lust was so stirred to the point of public orgasm
upon their own part. Obviously, it took a greater amount of time and talent to
bring a roomful of men to climax in their pants against their will than other
Aphrodite gene women did by just engaging in sex with them! So sex for Chandra
was a long constant cock tease show building ever so slowly for her up a steep
mountain of lusts to a sudden dizzying height. Actual sex its self, the
physical contact of another upon her, excited her but could never bring her to
orgasm. For Chandra all those eyes raping her tight perfect hot body WAS her
having sex, while the physical act of sex was just nothing but tense increase
of her sexual frustration and maddening to her persona. As such what the whole
city saw as purity and chaste innocence was in fact, Chandra turning away from
that which brought her no real pleasure and revealing in that which brought her
as close as she could possibly come to her ever sought out orgasms!
She could remember trying sex on several
occasions when she was much younger. The very first time she had ‘cold cocked’
a boy, out of child like innocence! Since cold got her ‘hot’ and bothered, she
naturally assumed it did the same for others. She had promptly summoned a thick
sheet of ice around the boys erect penis as they played ‘doctor’ in the snow.
She never knew what happened to him? After the ambulance took him away.
Everyone had thought that he had somehow got his penis frozen by trying to fuck
a ‘snow women?!’ she being so young had said nothing but put her finger in her
ever wet mouth glistening lips and been puzzled by it.
Not everything Chandra did was with her
conscious intent to arouse all other around her. The Aphrodite gene generates
intense pheromones that are excreted constantly into the air around the carrier
as it desperately tries to mate and make more of its kind. And by her very
build and nature of the hormonal mush that constantly works within her, Chandra
at her most off hand innocent can’t help but be the subject of wanton lust to
every passerby. For example, when she had set out to build the false partition
to this shed, back when it was still ‘their’ land and the Hills Hotel ‘their’
hotel and she had decided she had needed a ‘special place’ a secret place of
her own, though at that time she hadn’t thought to fill it with super heroine
stuff! All of that was still a year or more away then, but she had filled it
with tools and knick knacks of her own device. But even then, when she had set
out to build her hideaway by herself, she had gone to the local hardware store
for some extra supplies as she had wanted it to be all her own and not her
fathers doing and he had smiled and agreed and she knew that he was proud of
her and that she was so clever with tools at such a young age. And she had gone
up to the old woman clerk with her filled plastic basket of supplies asking
about caulking because she couldn’t find any on the shelf where it should have
been.
She had said simply that she had a big crack
that needed filling and she need a big caulk or else lots of caulks. The woman
had completely misunderstood her, and Chandra had been so busy in her excited
mind about her big project that for once she had been utterly oblivious to the
sexual ramifications she was flirting constantly into the air. The conversation
had gone on for several minutes and the old ladies ‘sister’ who helped her run
the store had joined in and they were both proud and happy that a young girl
would be so bold and open about her wants and needs and saw it as a hopeful
sign of a changing time when women could be blunt and honest without fear. The
two special sisters had been Tuggies back when they had lived in Denver in
their youths and had recommended Chandra seek that group out, which she had not
done as though the image and thought of large over achieving cocks did thrill
her mightily it could not make her achieve orgasm, she needed to be seen,
watched, lusted after, and then to lose control over the observer she was
teasing and have him or her try to tame her! In this, size did not matter and
going to parties where she was observing naked men did nothing for her! But
build upon the damn of always constant sexual frustration! Still Chandra
somehow did not fathom the gist of the conversation and the two women rattled
off a list of all the young males in the immediate area who might be able to
‘satisfy’ her needs. None less than fifteen inches the women had assured her!
She had paid for her purchases left without the caulk and sulking in puzzlement
didn’t realize the error in communication until several hours latter while she
was in this very shed sweating and covered with dust making her hidden place,
upon which she had burst out laughing for several minutes!
It was then that Chandra realized that others
perceptions of her were much different than who she really was and how very
different and unique a girl she really was and it set her to thinking much upon
that and how best she could use that for her constant sexual burning needs as
Chandra and started creeping open the doorway to what would become the separate
thoughts whose line would result in Chill! She missed those old women. The
corporations headquarter on the coast had brought with them an almost evil
unwholesome anti-sensuality an anti-sex policy which they firmly enforced upon
the citizens despite their in turn two faced catering to the bill paying
transits every salacious whim!
Chill put such dark thoughts from her, the
great evil in the lives of men would always be the greed of the faceless few
who took much and did little, but it was not the sort of evil a little girl in
an ice bikini could bring to justice. She shook her head, her dazzling ice
frosted locks glistening, and removed the blue and silver moped from the hooks
upon the false wall and placed it upon the rocky ground behind her. “I really
got to get me a car,” she muttered to herself. But considering her entire life savings
came to twenty-six dollars and seventy three cents, she was just happy that the
jostling of the motor bike showed the tank was still half full.
Chill brought the ‘wing-wing-winging’ moped
to a crunching halt upon the gravel path and looked down upon the dark and
deserted ghost town of Coot City. Chill killed the engine and snapped the
center kickstand down and eyed the plastic ice chest strapped to the bikes
carrier bars over the rear wheel. She had filled it with dry ice thirty minutes
before rather slyly from the last gas station at the edge of town with none the
wiser of her backdoor shenanigans. The dark ruins bellow promised no
electricity and thus no ice or cold to refuel her needs if she should run out
of her powers. The ice in the chest cold give her a short boost for the trek
home if she needed it. She could not ‘add’ to her powers once summoned. No
matter how weak or how strong of cold the initial source had been, she would
have to wait until all of that summoned power was used or slowly bleed away
over time until she could then tap into a new fresh source of power. In winter,
the very cold in the air seemed to hold in her charges of cold power, but here
even in late autumn the evening of the fast set sun left a warmth in the air
that ate at her powers charge despite her not using any of it. The ride on the
goat paths through the hills was more circuitous but brought her to her
destination unseen, still the sun was down and the gloaming in the high peaks
left the scattered tatters of shacks and crumpled tarmac down bellow in inky
blackness.
She left the bike and began a cautious but
typically fearless descent hopping and sliding in her high heel boots the
thrill of being on the edge of control shooting a smile across her super model
face. Within minutes she was on the bottom curve of the general bowl shape of
the land into which the small ghost town lay nestled. At its hart, set back
just slightly from the cluster of small houses and dilapidated tiny storefronts
set the black maw of now flooded mine works. Its thick veins of gold long
played out and the bloodless city played out with its now dark dead hart. It
was a place of thin shadows now, dark dreary pealing in day light, a gray mass
amidst the red brown low squat hills that jutted up in great shoulders all
around it, at night it was faceless tombstones of mitered cracked decay, bleak
and weathered still, but ate to slabs of seamless thick shadow. Like ice thick
upon a road kill corpse of bones, an abomination of built up monstrosities of
what had once been but a deer.
Chill jutted her chin out and strutted
through the dark silent ruins of cobalt twig light as the stars began to salt
the sky above her, and despite herself she felt herself striving to make no
noise at the echoing emptiness around her, make no sudden movement in the now
thickening night. For all her rustic qualities, Chandra was a city girl through
and through, and had no deep love for nature which to her was little more than
insects and yucky rats! Chill, out of necessity was also a ‘city’ girl. She
needed electricity to produce ice or cold for her to feed upon, and while
fields of snow and cold air could charge her up with an easy removal of a glove
or a thrusting of her bum or boobs into a snow bank, Chill ate the source she
fed upon. She consumed the ice in her hand, the snow at her naked skin touch,
and natural snow and ice was consumed very fast and fed her very little. It was
tough to keep a continual flow of contact with a snow bank or an iced over
pond, and any interruption of the flow of cold feeding would stop the charge
short and she couldn’t add anymore to it and had to use up all of what she had
before she could try for a larger charge a second time. It was so much easier
to shove ones hand into an ice box and suck the electrical cold in a steady
stream into her and fill her up so nicely. Once she actually recharged herself
in a gas station during a robbery by thrusting her tits into a round floor beer
cooler next to the cash register! There hadn’t been time to remove her blue
opera gloves and to be honest about it, the Aphrodite gene houses its power
into the fatty cells of the breast in dire moments, this seems to have
something to do with being able to use the sudden ability that extreme
situations create to lactate the milk to pass temporarily the powers on to
another?! Regardless forced rapes that tame a super heroine with such a gene
results in the gene structure housing its self into the breasts of the heroine
and triggering lactation. As such. Chill found that if she made contact of the
cold source to her breasts, she would charge faster and more efficiently than
if she used any other part of her body. The ice filled beer cooler had in just
seconds allowed her tits to charge up enough to let her freeze the fleeing hoods
car motor into a solid block of ice! And turn the parking lot into a skating
rink!
As such Chill now found herself standing
somewhat perplexed a few houses in to the small deserted town in ever deepening
night without having thought to brought a flash light!
Other than turning things to ice at the touch
or causing water vapor in the air to freeze into snow or ice, and having once
charged up and depending upon the strength of that initial charge, increased
physical strength and agility and healing, she was just a teenage girl with an
impossibly gravity defying curvy body and killer looks! The beer cooler
incident had let her kick open an iron fire plug main after she had weakened it
by flash freezing it thus giving her the needed water to turn the parking lot
into a hockey rink. And her current power level would easily let her lift four
hundred pounds above her head, maybe six hundred with some grunting and a small
car with wobbly knees, but it would also eat up her cold power reserve very
quickly. She was more of a sneak up and kick them in the balls sort of girl!
Hehehe. Though her persona was way too brash and bold for that, it was more in
merit to her abilities as a super heroine and she found herself constantly
consoling herself to stop and think things through a bit.
None of her powers let her see in the dark,
and she now found herself wishing she had consoled herself back in the tool
shed to snatch up a light to bring with her! She had never really been to a
place as Chill that didn’t have electrical lights working, even the Delta City
sewers so dank and dark had lights! She liked to travel light, if she could get
away with it, she would walk the streets as Chill completely naked, but as it
was she grudgingly wore the mask, boots, and gloves, as well as her tiny ice
bikini patches. So she wasn’t really surprised that she had forgotten to bring
along such a thing as a much needed flash light. She had often made up special
devices, machines, gadgets, to suit a specific problem, but they were made
AFTER she had first stumbled into the problem when she had first scouted out
the area in just her basic costume and nothing else. It was always on the
second night, that Chill would return to the sky scraper with a bulky hunk of
humming metal and flashing lights of some high tech patched together gizmo that
would allow her access. The first night she would just stand their scratching
her chin and frown at the thing. That was Chill, not really a girl of
forethought. She was like one of those toy cars that whizzes around and then
bumps into something and backs up and bumps into it again and again until some
one picks it up and re-sets its course. Fortunately it was Chandra and her
mechanical savvy who did the picking up! She may not have got the brains in the
family, her always exhausted sister was the whiz of numbers and thinking things
through, but in her own little way, Chandra/Chill managed to solve the dead
ends her lack of planning always seemed to slam her into when she was following
a trail of clues. Between her super powers and her mechanical know-how she
could usually suss out a solution and charge on a head, smack right into the
next obstacle!
As it was, Chill now struck a typical super
heroine pose brought on by having a body so opulently designed for sex as its
main preoccupation as was all Aphrodite gene super heroines, a body that first
and foremost was created to perpetuate the superior gene (in fact, there are
many who speculate that the compulsion to do good and right wrongs that an
awakened Aphrodite gene instills upon a woman, is less a blessing for
furthering the hope of survival for all humanity and in fact a drive planted in
the woman to seek out extreme dangers which invariably place her and the gene
up against males who must prove themselves in contest against her and in taming
her provide the most dominate and superior male seed! The fact, that this
actually takes the Aphrodite gene super woman away and in the opposite
direction of the male Adonis version of the gene, which remains sadly all but impotent,
and straight into the villainous arms of the Ares gene males which utterly lack
all the good moral drives but do possess the large hard cocks the Aphrodite
super heroine desperately needs, leads all further questions along this line of
reasoning uneasy to say the least! Besides the whole point is some what moot,
as the Aphrodite super gene woman is almost impervious to almost all humane DNA
impregnation of seaman, though ironically these same women are highly
susceptible to all forms of alien and mutated plant seaman and spores and have
an almost off the scale chance of reproducing any such creatures foul off
spring!) and as such can not but help to strike at even the most casual of
moments such poses of sexual allure and subconscious flirtations that to see
any super woman in repose is enough to rattle the male mind! So sensuous, so
lustful, so wanton, is her gambols and gaits, that even in solitude her body
minces and prances and plays with its self as if it were the most drunken and
horniest of college students dancing in a wet t-shirt contest for a prize of a
free tuition! So now Chill stood in the slightly cooling air and with finger
tip in her wet open mouth as was her want when she was confused wondered to
herself what she should do in face of her desire to further explore the
darkening town and being unable to do so by the opaque blindness of the rushing
night, as her full naked hips swayed from side to side in ungulate rolls and
her large perky full bosom shook in breathful shudders as the canopies of great
forests do under the thunderhead claps in sudden Amazonian showers, and small
beautiful youthful face framed in her mane of ice speckled hair hummed in
frowns before the nights invisible kisses.
“Shit!” the proud crime fighter spat. “I will
have to waste half the night riding back to town for a fucking light!” The
haughty hips flared out cocked to one side and she slapped her gloved hands
upon her narrow waist in frustrated furry.
Chill had slid down the escarpment on the
east side of the small bowl which housed the deserted old mining town. The main
and really only cracked paved road leading into the small town was from the
south, the entrance proper, where the shouldering hills flattened into a
winding river valley that lead eventually into the siding up into Peaks. She
had slipped in through the side back of the town as it were this had been by
shrewd design of course, less there be a swarm of thugs watching the only
automobile approachable path from the south were the town was situated such
that headlights could be seen from over a mile away snaking up the valley
floor.
As Chill stood hands on lushes hips and
thrust her enormous rack into the face of the night around her, she began to
perceive that there were noises other than scuffling coyotes and hoot owls
coming from the collection of houses just south of her nearer to the entrance
to the town. She had thought any would be criminals who had set up shop in the
remote village and then pretending to haunt it to scare away any wandering locals
would naturally pitch tent in the farthest removed structures set deeply back
into the natural bowl shape of the plateau away from easy access of the
southern approach and nearer to the large scary mine structure, but these
sounds slight as they were were coming from the outskirts near the southern
edge of the town and puzzled she set off with a bold but slightly cautious pace
to check it out.
The streets were few but far from straight
and the tarmac had buckled under the abuse of harsh winters so that it took
Chill several minutes of shuffling wandering from now moon lit patches stripped
by pitch black slabs of darkness of shadow cast buildings and fallen utility
poles, before she located the source of the sounds.
It was several young boys from Peaks who had
not wandered far from the slumbering truck which had brought them to the ghost
town. These were the same boys who had been trying to lure Chandra out to the
place for the past few weeks and she smirked at them from the well of the
shadows and crossed her arms under her ample bosom which thrilled at the ice
coverings placed there over her nipples. Chill kept her costume appropriate to
the moment when she was out and about. She had a ‘media ready’ one for example
in which she covered her entire lower swells of her firm full cups of her
breasts in sheaths of flecked frosted ice to better hide her nipples and
covered her entire crotch in the same. She had a fighting costume which was of
a much smaller size and didn’t bother with the ‘flecking’ remaining entirely
see-through which she found wonderfully useful against male small minds. But
mostly she wore a bare minimum of coverage, as the summoning and maintaining of
her ice bikini was a constant drain on her resources of cold power, and that
and she really really liked showing off her naked body to any chance passerby.
This latter costume consisted of her usual blue latex gloves, mask, and boots,
but she only summoned just enough ice to cover her snow powdered skins nipples
and then the ice was very thin and transparent, and instead of covering her
entire crotch in the same transparent ice, she would only make a sort of shield
wedge of ice which covered the area directly above her clit and pussy where her
pubic hair would be if she had any that is. She wore this latter costume when
she was out of the public eye and snooping about for clues, and it was of
course what she was wearing now. If those teen age boys could have seen her
standing their slightly miffed at their presence they would have beheld a
gorgeous woman who at first glance appeared to be made entirely out of
shimmering snow skin and almost utterly naked before them! As it was they
couldn’t see her in the shadows at the corner of the near by building and she
watched them obviously nervous if not tending toward open fright fumble with
their flash lights and lanterns and armfuls of bulky cloth and gym bags.
Chill eyed those flash lights, she could
really use one of those. But she remained where she was listening to the
frightened boys and growing petulant and peeved as she did so. As she listened
it became apparent that the boys were planning on rigging up a little haunted
house of their own for some of the local girls undesired benefit. They planed
on coxing out the young ladies and frightening them with fake effects into
their horny arms! Chill had no doubt that Chandra was one of the girls they
were hoping to snare in their mischievously trap and she couldn’t help but feel
both furious and turned on by the notion!
Still it meant all of this might have been a
hopeless waste of her time! If the boys had been scattering terror tales simply
to set the stage for some cheap gropes and ass grabs, then there weren’t any
criminals out here skulking about trying to scare away snoopers from their
illegal endeavourers, just a bunch of horny teenagers trying to get some titty
rubs and dry ass clothed humps! It really pissed her off! No matter how horny
the idea of her being alone as Chandra with half a dozen horny boys in a
haunted house made her pussy feel the greedy need for a large icicle! It still
sucked! An entire night wasted! But Chill couldn’t help notice that the boys
seemed generally frightened by their surroundings and in a hurry to set up
their pranks and leave, and she remembered how others, housewives and hermits,
had whispered to her in the dinner about strange going ons in the deserted city
of Coot! The disturbances had been recent popping up only a month or two ago
and Chill surveyed the dark around her outside of the bobbling hurried lanterns
of the boys as they made their way into the nearest large house and wondered.
In the end she watched the boys disappear
inside the large house which appeared in better shape and more intact than its
brethren and as the closed door engulfed the rings of light she decided that
there may indeed be something going on in the silent shacks about her and that
the horny teenage boys may just be trying to capitalize upon it for their own
ruttish needs. She should look around the town, but she would need one of those
flash lights the boys were carrying and while she did indeed find herself
increasingly growing light headed with feverish fantasies as to what kind of
all out cock tease show she could, as Chandra, unleash on these boys on some
following night. She also realized that if there were ne’er-do-wells lurking
about, those boys could be in serious danger. She felt she had both a duty and
something of an obligation to send those boys packing. A duty as a super
heroine and an obligation to young women every where to set a firm smack across
any boys ass who thinks he can play a girl like a game of cards!
They were prime for it. Half already frozen
with fear it wouldn’t take much more upon her part to push them over the edge,
and this she did though it did use up most of her remaining cold powers to
‘jinx’ their own ghostly effects even as they were trying to lay them and send
the young men screaming to their truck. That she managed to include some of her
own touch of peek-a-boo into the mix and send three of the six into the cab of
the truck sans clothes leaving them in horny piles on the floor before her
along with the flash light she had needed left her ice covered boobies cracking
with her loud unbridled juggling laughter!
True she was now almost powerless and her
small ice bikini was dripping against the raging heat of her lusting body, but
she doubted there would be any thugs near by tonight worth worrying about or
else they would surly been drawn out by the boys arrival and set their antics
upon them?!
Besides she had the cooler of dry ice up on
the bluff if she found anything troubling and could get a quick surge of power
out of that if needed. Chill still smirking at her easy power over the small
minds of men, exited the back of the house and thumbed her flashlight on. The
place did indeed look spooky, the back yard was full of rusted junk and a
careening rusted swing set slopped over what had perhaps once been a small
flower garden now rank with dead weeds. She slid past it and stepped over the
collapsed half rotted picket fence into the remains of the street proper.
There was little of promise to invest age.
Most of the houses had been heavily boarded over and the old store fronts
covered in plywood or more recent efforts of chain link and paddle locks but
more recent meant over a decade ago when local authorities and near by towns
feared for the safety of anyone wandering into one of the dilapidated
structures. The locks were now thick in rust and the chain link pealing its
galvanized coatings. Not that any lock or any thing of metal was a match for
her ice powers to freeze it brittle and then her great strength to smash it
into slivers! But her powers were weak and thus her great strength waning, so
she needed to pick her targets carefully. She was looking for something that
spoke of recent disturbance. Sings of activity. Some little tell tale foot
print or displaced board or nothing! There was nothing! She wandered around for
over an hour following her dancing flash light cone, past piles of rubbish and
old cars and more beer cans than she could ever count. There were signs of
looters long ago and more recent and hobos and teenage sex parties and bonfires
long dead and illegal trash dumping by the truck load, but all of it was
obviously from the summer before and had suffered through a savage long winter.
There were no fresh signs anywhere. The last winter had been devastating to the
local area with record snow falls week after week. The spring thaw had thus
flooded the valley plain and cut off Coot City for almost the entire summer
months, it was only now in late autumn that people were beginning to nose
around the area again, and returning with ghost stories.
But try as she might, Chill could find no
ghosts and no signs of any ring of criminals having made Coot City their new
base. She wandered the maze of short streets and their awkward random turnings,
but there were so few standing structures that in twenty minutes one could face
all of them and she had crossed and re-crossed her paths for over an hour now!
The night was getting long and Chill was getting unbearably horny! With no one
around to see her, her pent up ardor kept swelling with no channel of release!
She would have to leave soon and make her way back to Peak and either spend the
rest of the restless night playing with herself in her freezer and shower or
else slip across town and put on some kind of innocent cock tease show for some
lucky boy! At lest the cock tease show would get her off a bit, help bleed away
some of her anxious energies! Ugh! Her skin had lost its powdered snow
glistening and her hair had lost her ice shimmer and her bikini was dripping in
cold fingers deliciously down her body, her powers were fading fast! Without
her powdered skin and iced coiffure, she was simply Chandra Hills in a blue
gloves, boots, and eye mask, not a disguise that would fool anyone who knew
her! It was her cold powers that gave her that alien look to her skin and eyes
and hair that made up her Chill disguise with them now rapidly failing she
would soon be Chandra Hills wandering around naked in Coot City at one am. And
while the idea of being naked out doors in a public place always sent her hart
and pussy racing into overdrive, the lack of anyone near by to see her in such
a state generated only sexual frustration and an itchy jerky energy in her
rather than the slow burning sweet bliss she felt when she was strutting before
lustful eyes!
This sucked! She would have to return to her
moped and use the ice in the chest to re-spawn enough of a costume and powers
in case she came across anyone on the back roads once she wound her way down
the old goat paths and farm trails. It must have just been the boys over active
imagination after all. There just wasn’t anything out here, wither physical or
paranormal.
Chill paused for the fifth time before the
large open maw of the central shaft of the old gold mine. It had started out as
a drift mine and as such had a large open shaft much like a cave which had sunk
and snaked following the elusive veins until latter two vertical shaft mines
had been built near by in desperate hopes of finding a crossing vein. It had
failed, though large quantities of coal had been ripped out of the earth
through them for a decade after the gold had dried up, but that too had panned
out and now the two side shafts had been allowed to fill up with water from
underground streams the pumps long dismantled and the shafts themselves covered
over in sheets of bolted metal, now rusted with age.
The central tunnel remained intact and water
free for most parts for a good third of its serpentine length. It had been sort
of boarded over, something akin to large bill board had been set squarely in
front of it and plastered with dire warnings of jail and death, and a patch
work of chain link fencing had been crudely set across it, but vandals had long
ago cut passages through it.
It was the only place she hadn’t checked that
held at least a remote possibility of hiding a group of thugs. But she found
the idea of traipsing down an old mine tunnel rather distasteful and utterly
pointless considering her ever rising need for some form of exhibitionist
sexual release! Ever time she powered herself up she knew that as her power
waned her usually lustful self would suddenly find its self flooded with a
roaring cascade of lusts a hundred times the difficult level she already had to
deal with every day of her life! Usually her super heroine persona put her in
the thick of crowds and their probing eyes helped ease off the burning needs
welling up within her even as she fought the criminals about her, but this was
simply torture! True she had managed some brief flash and grind at some of the
boys back in that house and so cock teased them that she had tricked them out
of their clothes, but it simply wasn’t enough and she knew that anymore time
wasted stumbling down a musty smelly mine was just going to make the shambles
of coherent thought in her mind that much worse for the long ride home! A new
fresh burst of ice power out of the cooler on her bike would help burry the
flood waters in the delicious sensual tickle of the cold power buzzing like
large football sized blue bees in her body, but it would also mean an even
greater addition to the eventual out of control lust flood that would torment
her pussy until she could begin sating it with setting feasting eyes upon her!
She was already turning away from the mine
opening and setting her boot towards her moped when the low wailing began to
rise out of the mine behind her. It wasn’t the wind, that was for sure. There
was no wind to speak of that night, and this was a loud mournful wailing that
seemed too much of humane vocal strain than the howling of the throat-less
wind. This was surly flesh and bone attempting to sound like the damned dead
arisen! With a widening of the eyes and a smirk, Chill spun around and slipped
through the rented chain link fence and followed the downward slant of the
tunnel before her bobbing flash light.
The mine had been gutted of its oar cars and
valuable iron rails and even the heavy tar wood train tracks ties had been
scavenged out of it. But the shoring timbers still stood and the main tunnel
was rather wide. But pools of brackish water puddle sometimes knee deep and
there were constant fingerings of diverging side tunnels from the very start of
her descent that proved troubling in that she was unsure if she should follow
them?
The moaning continued but from the moment she
entered the mine she couldn’t make head nor tails of its direction or source,
it seemed to vibrate in the very air from everywhere and nowhere all at once!
It wasn’t until she was some depth bellow the surface when she began to see
signs of recent occupation. Trash litter and piles of new equipment in the form
of coils of electrical cord and new wooden support braces with shinny metal
joints glinting in her flash light beam. It was also at this time she felt a
distinct feeling of being watched and followed though all her sudden turns and
rapid back tracking attempts found nothing. The moan its self grew louder and
was now readily located from a large side turning where more piles of new
equipment could be seen. Cases now, no longer dropped discarded bits but piles
of supplies and tools lined the newly braced walls. There was no doubting that
someone or someone’s were down here and considering that the ownership of the
town had fallen to the state some years back, they couldn’t possibly be legally
employed in such a clandestine manner. It would be a good time to head top side
and renew her famished cold powers from that cooler on her bike, but she knew
that wasn’t a very likely scenario. Whoever was down here had to know about her
presence by now and she was confident that at least two or three lurking
individuals were behind her and thus between here and the only escape route she
knew about!
There would be no going back and from the
small dripping patches left of her ‘costume’ she would undoubtedly be facing
these fake specters more as Chandra than Chill! But if the empty cans of beans
were any indication littering the floor and the piles of beer bottles, then
these were merely men, and any woman can handle a bunch of goons with a few
swift kicks to the crotch! Chill, was not worried and pressed on into the
tunnel.
As if in acknowledgement of her brazen entry
the tunnel suddenly flared with over head light as some unseen hand flipped a
switch and the recently installed string of light bulbs above her head snapped
on. Electricity + beer equals a fridge and probably a freezer! Her hart leapt
into her mouth with the hope of being able to recharge after all. She had
paused with the sting of lights coming on in the tunnel but no men sheets or in
combat riot gear appeared. She remained alone in the mine shaft and despite the
increase clutter of supplies which bespoke several men living down here and the
continued wail some where before her, there was no sign of any life at all and
she thumbed off her flash light and followed the trail of lights that seemed to
lead to the moaning ahead.
The tunnel did not wind much further. The
above lights had been placed on a section which appeared to be freshly cut and
her hart quickened again as she came across the first of several small
generators and barrels of fuel set in the center of the tunnel floor. With a
few more paces she found herself not in a small side tunnel anymore but instead
inside what was obviously a large manmade underground basement!
She stepped through the whole which had been
punctured through a masonry wall and sliding gingerly down the rubble pile to
the floor found herself in a room lit by several flood lamps. The loud wailing
moan was coming from a large machine which promptly stopped as soon as she
entered the room and the two men working alongside it lifted up their goggles
revealing grimy sweat stained faces that looked blankly at her.
‘she’s here.’ one of them spoke into a hand
mic tapped to his shoulder that corded down to a walkie-talkie at his belt.
Behind her she first heard and then turned her head to watch three more men
appear in the opening she had just passed through. One had a hand pistol
leveled at her, another had a shot propped up on his shoulder, the third had no
visible weapon on him other than a large knife strapped on his thigh. They all
wore heavy green coveralls and were covered in mud and grime.
‘Your one of those super heroes, or else a
hooker.’ it was the same guy who spoke earlier into the mic, must be the leader
of the group?! ‘a hooker would wear more clothes, thoe.’ some snickers. She knew
the men behind her were already being aroused by her powerful pheromones as
well as her now almost utterly naked state of attire, they wouldn’t be a
problem. Their eyes slurping all over her hot tingling body? Now that would be
a problem! She hadn’t been this horny in a long time! ‘I knew when I set up
this job there would be a little risk in it. Just the idea of br= eaking into
one of the most plush resort vaults during the off season in order to set up a
false panel and get away tunnel for when the place was full of swag! To do all
the work now, in relative safety, so as to do the heist latter in a blink of an
eye by just popping out some fake brinks and steel panels here and there.. Well
I knew it was audacious. But to be honest. I thought the danger would be on the
night of the actual robbery. I mean, this sort of defeats the whole shebang!
You know what I mean? so tell me.. Which one of these lard asses lead you to
me? I’d like to take him out the same way I will you. By burying you both
behind a wall of rock!’
He lit a cigarette as he spoke and that
allowed the guy with the pistol to get far too close to her, but how could he
resist the way she was shaking her ass back and forth? The poor bastard didn’t
even have a chance. In a flash worthy of even the great Ms. Americana, her
idol, she delivered a rapid blind back kick to his crotch. She could actually
feel his hard cock ‘squish’ and rupture under her stiletto heel! Shot gun boy
got a fist covered in ice shattering out all his upper teeth. And the third one
who was still skidding down the pile of rubble, well since chance had placed
him at just the right height, she grabbed a fist full of his dick in his
coveralls, a pathetic little twelve incher and instantly turned it into a solid
chunk of ice which she gleefully snapped off leaving him screaming as a black
wet stain seeped across his scissoring upper thighs.
The two at the large boring machine had their
weapons lying on the ground and as they sprinted toward them they presented her
with easy targets which she brought down with several kicks to their crotches.
A few punches and a trade mark one-two ice covered titty slap and that was
that! She sneered out her trade mark line, “consider yourselves cold cocked!”
and whined to herself as she opened the door at the top of the stairs that she
hadn’t had the chance to use any of the ‘banter’ she had been practicing!
‘chill out!’ was such a natural yet she still had not gotten an opportunity yet
to use it! Ugh!
Chill walked through the deserted Hilton
Hotel and exited out the front doors setting off the police alarm in doing so
and leaving the clean up to the well meaning but hopeless men in blue, yet
again! The horny teen now stripped of her powers and totally naked jogged away
to the nearest ice machine and wondered if there was going to be enough night
left to recover her moped AND still find some lucky horny boy to flash herself
to before she went insane!!!!!!!!!!!!