The following is a work of fiction for adult entertainment. The author hereby declares it a work of public domain. Rook.

ICON & HOTTIE # 2

“Now let me get this straight,” the young long limbed girl flicked the ashes off her cigarette onto the spitting grill and into the searing food over which she had paused in her work, and eyed him as she blew a cloud of smoke at him. “You want me to use my superior intellect and genetic altering ability to,” she lowered her eyes squinting through the blue smoke of the now burning hash browns, directing her steady gaze at his crotch, “to err, enhance your rather puny male member in order for it to be able to satisfy an Aphrodite gene super heroine? HA!” The girl sneered and snickered as her laughs shook the sweating damp valley of her large quaking bosom. She plopped back into an old creaking wooden chair and tipped it back as she took another drag off her cigarette, blowing the odd blue smoke out of the corner of her thin lipped mouth. Her eyes, the left one lavender the right one blue, idly gazed at him in a mocking smirk. “And what is in it for me?” She absently raised up her thin tanned left leg, setting her black high heel ankle boot on the chair seat next to her, her grease splattered gypsy skirt falling in billows about her, the prison locator ankle bracelet blinking silently next to her shadow teasing crotch.

“Well, for starters, I can get that thing off your leg,” Peter Small nodded at the ankle bracelet winking at him. “And make it so you won’t have to return to the prison every night. You will be out on full parole.”

“You can do all of that?” The young super villain smiled and let her knee drop slightly to the side revealing that she wore no panties.

“Ek-hem, err yeah.” Peter tugged at his tie and then realized he wasn’t wearing one and swallowed hard again.

The young villainess laughed and dropped her smooth bare leg back down to the gritty red tiled floor and rocked herself to her feet her thin blouse popping open another pearl button snap as her ample bosom shuddered above her slim waist and round hips. “Alright cowboy, IF you can get me out of prison and not on just the work release program, and IF you get this thing off my leg, and IF you can get me assigned to a decent job instead of sweating to death in this shit hole for ten hours every day, then MAYBE, I will consider tackling what would be at least an interesting academic problem. But I warn you, you are not the first male to think he could super charge his little pecker and survive an Aphrodite gene full blown orgasm let alone sexually satisfy such a super heroine as she looses herself in the several hours of mindless bliss of furious chaotic rampaging rapture of which that entails!” Zara dropped her cigarette butt to the greasy floor of the dinner’s sweltering kitchen and crushed it out with a snarl as her long cascading locks fell over half her beautiful enticing wicked face and she giggled and winked at him as he awkwardly stumbled out the back door and into the trash strewn alleyway, blinking at the cool winter air and running a shaky hand through his damp clammy hair.

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“But how can you lose them?!” The large mountain of muscle known as Icon bit his thumb and winced as the small rotund man before him shrugged. “Please, Mr. Kon, it very important that I get these garments back to Hottie and Flare as soon as possible!” Icon in his white skin tight body suit and cowl peered over Mr. Kon’s hunched shoulder as he shuffled through leafs of tickets.

“It is always important, for both our super and normal clientele, I can assure you, Mr. Icon!” Mr. Kon hummed. Mr. Kon held an unique position in the entire city, as part of the FBI criminal relocation program, he had been given a new name and identity as well as set up in his new business as a dry cleaner in exchange for testifying against several underworld crime lords. This unusual background had made him an ideal person to do the rather touchy aspect of trust to perform the task of dry cleaning the costumes of the city’s super heroes and heroines. That said Mr. Kon was less than happy with his new career and his business was shoddy and erratic at best, but for the super hero in need of a clean costume there was little other option than the bathroom sink and hair dryer or the rather wearisome struggle of dealing with Mr. Kon. As such Hottie had delegated the unenviable task of dealing with the notorious letch to Icon, and it was one he took feverously to hart as well with any slight off hand command Hottie or Flare might give him, so uncertain was he of his continued membership in the fledgling trio of the new super group.

“Please look again, Mr. Kon. It IS very important.” Icon whined.

“Perhaps if that partner of yours, Ms. Hottie came down in person? We never see her anymore.” Mr. Kon paused in expectation and then shrugged at the Icon who ignored him and nervously continued to scan the dry cleaning tickets. “huh, alright, I will check the miscellaneous rack. Perhaps it was misplaced.” Mr. Kon slipped between the rack of garment bags hanging behind him and inched his way through the tiers of hanging clothing. He was always reluctant to release any super heroine costumes back to his customers, as he enjoyed sniffing them and licking them and rubbing them against his body as he jerked himself off, but in order for them to return and bring more of their costumes with their crotches often damp with their succulent powerful addictive pheromonal juices, he had to reluctantly clean them and turn them back over to them. Still he smiled at the garter from one of his favorite super heroines, Hottie, which he had kept for some time now and which he even now wore under his dress slacks tied viciously about this aching cock and balls!

Icon was relieved to see Mr. Kon finally go and search for the missing garments, as he knew from past experience that he would eventually return with them in tow. They were Hotties and Flares brand new costume designed by his old college buddy Peter Small and both girls were excited by his agents promise that they would be something extra special from the usual run of the mill spandex body suit or simple swim suit. They were to be unveiled latter this week, at a small party at the apartment, and Icon was anxious to both see them for the first time, as he wasn’t too sure of his friends tastes and theirs would mesh, and to simply recover them from the rather notoriously slow hands of Mr. Kon!

Icon found it odd that Hottie was becoming more tolerant of Peter and that Flare, who was well known for being something of a snob against all non-super Adonis gene males, actually seemed to tolerate Peter’s increasing presence at the apartment much to Icon’s great anxious relief! He just wished Mr. Kon would hurry as he still had several items on his ‘to do’ list from Hottie and Flare before returning home and getting ready for their nightly patrol! Where was that man?!

“AHH,” Mr. Kon emerged from the swaying plastic sheathed garments, his face slightly red and smiled wanly at Icon. “I’m afraid there has been a little accident.”

“You found them! Thank right!” Icon leapt for joy and then froze, “did you say accident?”

“I’m afraid they have been shrunk,” Mr. Kon slowly raised up the two hangers to show Icon the small bits of fabric hanging there. Icon slapped his cheeks and shrieked!

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“Are you sure all of this is necessary?” Peter Small stood in his bathrobe and stared up at the enormous towering machine which filled the dilapidated closed gas station garage with his hands on his hips.

“Don’t tell me my business, cowboy. Gene splicing an Adonis gene onto one who dose not have it isn’t like pasting newspaper clipping text into a ransom note. It takes all of this machinery and my special unique Aphrodite powers as well!” The villainess slapped his ass hard and shoved him aside.

Peter rubbed his smarting butt cheek and grimaced, “Okay, okay, whatever you say, but it will be tonight right?” Peter winced at the smile the girl shot him from above the control panel she was leaning over, the cleavage of her large rack hypnotically swaying.

“Don’t worry cowboy, you will be humping your little super twats hart out before the full moon rises!” She winked at him and returned her attention back to the lighted panels humming before her frowning gaze.

Peter nodded absently and looked about him at the machinery crammed into the small abandoned gas station which he was forging recites for as the villainess new job. The machinery had been ‘acquired’ and moved here by Peter’s somewhat underhanded use of his easily beguiled long time friend, Icon. And the misuse of his gullible pal had given Peter something of a sour stomach of late, but it would all be alright once he could get his chance to make his move on Flare. He was certain that the young super heroine would take him seriously if he could just be able to match her where it mattered most! He would make up everything to Icon once he and Flare where together! Especially that bit! Peter swallowed at the little blue box that the villainess picked up off the cluttered table and walked over to the large machine and inserted into a slot in its side.

“I have no idea how or where you got a sample of the Adonis gene, but with it we should be able to make this all work!” The villainess shot him a glance over her shoulder and blew him a kiss.

Peter just shrugged, “I have a lot of friends, that’s all.” He mumbled a soft apology under his breath to Icon, “sorry mate.”

“Well, shall we begin then,” the villainess bowed slightly and motioned him with a wave to the chair sunk deep into the bowels of the pulsing machine. Peter began to move toward the machine when the young parolee stopped him with a finger wave. “ah,ah, ah, disrobe please.”

Peter shrugged and swallowed hard and undid the belt of his bath robe with shaking hands and let the robe drop to his ankles, “can I at least leave my slippers on? The floor is rather cold.” He wiggled his toes in his bunny slippers and the girl smiled and nodded. He mumbled thanks and walked unsteadily toward the proffered seat, “why dose this feel like an execution in a barber shop?”

The young girl threw her head back and laughed. “Don’t worry love buns, mommy is going to take good care of her little tiny cowboy.” She stared at his small member embarrassingly shrunken from the cold contact of the night air and smirked and began to fasten his arms and legs into the shackles attached to the chair he had sat down in.

“Are those really necessary?” He shuddered against the cold hard steel of the chair and shackles.

“Yes!” She hissed with a wicked glee. Her oddly colored eyes flashed and she half leapt half danced back to the controls and then spun around and returned to his side and kissed his forehead, “just incase it doesn’t work.” She smiled and then kissed him deeply, passionately, with tongue, “and that’s just in case it dose work!” She whispered with deep breaths and smiled a wide smile and winked at him!

She wiggled and giggled her way with ecstatic shimmies back to the control panel and began flipping switches with maniacal glee! A large metal lid lowered over the seat and clicked home swallowing Peter in darkness and isolated silence. The girl shuddered and laughed again and quickly removed the oily mechanic’s overall uniform she had been wearing revealing a scanty super villainess costume underneath! “I always did enjoy a bit of cellular gardening in the early evening hours! Good bye prisoner 462236, and welcome back, Doctor Gene aka: DNA! Your patient has been expecting you!” DNA howled at her luck until her sides ached and then began to twirl knobs as her shapely backside swayed back and forth to a music only she could hear. “I will keep my word, don’t worry about that, love. But After I have stretched that little penis of yours into something presentable and enhanced your mundane structure with a bit more ‘oomph’!” DNA pumped her hips forward squealing, “I hope you won’t mind if I also implant some hidden subliminal commands into that little musk melon you call a brain, a little rewiring for my own little purposes. You see, I have no intention on spending the rest of my life slaving for scraps when nature has made me such a superior woman! But I’m not quiet ready to go toe to toe with the those other Aphrodite bitches who have erroneously dubbed themselves heroines and kowtow to the pathetically weak! In short, I need a diversion, that I can turn on and off with a single word command. And that, my little cowboy is where you come in, because there is nothing on all of earth which will utterly absorb the entire attention of an Aphrodite super heroine than-”

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“An Adonis gene super villain running amuck and raping young women through out the city?!” Hottie licked her lips as Flare, standing next to her and equally absorbed by the shocking news, squeezed her slightly lovers slim quaking shoulder.

“That’s right!” The reedy quavering voice of the Mayor wheezed through the loud speaker of the desk phone that Hottie, Flare, and Icon, had gathered around in their apartment. “He calls himself, ‘Cock Robin’ and is dressed in a most atrocious rooster like costume that leaves his, well, ever erect thingy exposed!” The female Mayor swallowed loudly and stopped to catch her breath.

“Is it…‘BIG’?” Flare whispered barely audible as her lower lip trembled.

“Enormous!” Shot back the Mayor, as Hottie and Flare gasped and clutched at one another. “It must be at least! Forty inches! And a girth the size of a soft ball! I know I saw the damn thing myself as it attacked my sectary Miss Banger! You must stop this fiend! We can’t have a mad man with an insatiable lust fucking the shit out of the civilians in my city with a cock the size of a base ball bat! I mean, the phone lines are swamped with young housewives demanding to know where he was last seen! A panic is one thing, but a mob of horny sluts is another! And you know what happens if an Adonis gene male gets any of his cum on a normal woman! The mortician tells me it may take a week to surgically remove the smile from poor Miss Banger’s face! I can’t let my helpless population of females be orgasmed to death by some crazed super powerful pussy mad jackhammer humping super villain!”

“Yes, mum!” The two super heroines chimed together and shakily hung up the phone amidst their own low raspy lip biting moans.

“We will have to cancel the party,” Hottie announced breathing rapidly.

Flare quickly nodded, “indeed we need to get jumping on this catastrophe at once!” Both girls licked their lips as their watery eyes darted about the room uncertainly in a daze of racing preoccupied thoughts.

“You’re right. We can’t wait for Peter and the unveiling of the new costumes we need to get out and capture this creep and put him behind bars where he belongs!” Icon shook his fist in the air and then noticed the two women frowning at him and uneasily chuckled, “right?”

The two women looked over at the two large wrapped boxes and their bright ribbons which buzzed under the heating vent. “Actually this might be a great opportunity to try out the new costumes,” Hottie mused.

“I am dying to see what they look like,” giggled Flare!

“But, but, what about the party? The grand unveiling? You know the whole press conference thingy and, and” Icon slumped as the girls frowned at him and raced for the boxes.

“Here this one is yours!” Hottie squealed with delight as she handed a box to Flare!

“It’s just like Christmas!” Flare burbled!

“Yeah, Christmas,” Icon mumbled and bit his thumb in consternation. He had told Peter all about the suits being shrunk at Mr. Kon’s but Peter seemed unusually preoccupied lately and Icon seriously wondered if he had truly ‘taken care of it’ as he had reassured Icon that he would? He had serious doubts as the wrapped boxes the two smiling girls tore away at looked utterly identical to the ones he had brought home almost a week ago! Icon whined as both lids came flying off and each girls eyes widened and mouths formed large ‘O’s as she gazed intently into the tissue lined boxes. Icon closed his eyes for the explosion, and then peered out of one cringing eye as he heard…

“OH, it’s darling!” Flare gushed as she pulled out the tiny straps and little bits of shrunken cloth.

“Wow! It’s, it’s, perfect for chasing down an Adonis gene super villain!” Hottie marveled as she lifted out an even tinnier costume of strands and miniscule patches.

“Lets put them on at once!” Flare giggled and began to tug at her already revealing body suits shoulder straps, and Hottie laughingly joined in, yanking at her own skimpy two piece old costume.

“Wha-” Icon muttered utterly perplexed and blushingly turned away as the room behind him filled with giggles and whispers.

“So, what do you think, Icon?” Flare and Hottie hummed in mischievous sing song voices from behind his huge muscle rippled back.

The large super hero slowly turned around and his face gasped as his eyes froze wide! There was the notable tarring sound as the lower half of his indestructible suit failed to contain the sudden Adonis erection and his eyes rolled up into his head and he fell slowly backwards with a crashing thud passing out! His entire body stiff as a board! Laid out insensible upon the white shag carpet floor!

Hottie and Flare looked down at the unconscious super hero with the wide dopey smile glued to his slumbering face and looked at each other, “perfect!” They both chimed and sauntered proudly out of the apartment!