Honeypot and Trapster are caught!!

Several Years Ago:

Sue Storm sat struggling on her knees. Fear crept over her. The Invisible Girl was literally “trapped”. Right before her eyes was Paste Pot Pete's gun. She looked over the long gun with the strange balls on the bottom, as it dripped white paste. She tried to move her hands, but could not. Her fingers, and her wrists were covered in hardened paste locked into place. She could go invisible, but what would that do, as she was literally right before this villain. She looked up to see his grinning face, under that foolish purple painter's cap. His face was hard and thuggish, the look of a maniac. She noted how his eyes lingered over her form, and it made her shudder. His uniform was ridiculous, the get up of some would be painter. It was quite laughable, but right then and there, the Invisible Girl wasn't laughing.

“I have you right where I want you,” Paste Pot Pete sneered. “Hope you can handle a face full of “paste” Ms. Storm” The man's insinuations were not lost on Sue. How had she let herself get here. The Fantastic Four had once again tussled with the Frightful Four, and once again, Sue was caught and rendered useless while the team fought the other villains of the dastardly team.

Sue took in a deep breath trying to gain confidence. “Do your worst PASTE POT!” She taunted him using the silly name, she was sure he hated. She closed her eyes expecting to feel the hot paste hit her forehead and possibly cover her face and make it difficult to breath.

Just then, she heard “It's CLOBBERING TIME!” And she opened her eyes to see Ben Grimm crush Paste Pot's gun in his hands. The large rocky Thing sent Paste Pot flying back and helped Sue to her knees. “That was close,” he muttered pulling her hands free of the pasty handcuffs.

One Year Ago....

Sue Storm-Richards sat struggling on her knees. A mild fear crept over her. The Invisible Woman appeared literally “trapped” once again. Right before her eyes was The Trapster's glue gun. She looked over the long gun and noticed the modifications, no silver balls anymore, just a line back to his paste-pack. Upgrades, Sue thought. It dripped white paste. She tried to move her hands, but could not. Her fingers, and her wrists were covered in hardened paste locked into place. She could go invisible, but what would that do, as she was literally right before this villain. She looked up to see his grinning face, under his purple helmet. His face was hard and thuggish, with the look of someone who had gained some confidence over the years since the last time they had been in this position. She had to admit, he had a swagger now, a thuggish swagger, for a D-list villain that seemed to come from nowhere. She noted how his eyes lingered over her form, and it made her shudder. His uniform wasn't as ridiculous. The purple suit with yellow lining and buttons hugged his rather immense form. Had she never noticed how muscular this man was. Maybe she just never took a second look. He was bigger than she remembered and rather imposing. More fear filled her body. Trapster was a biker, she knew that, he had a Harley and rode it often. She knew how biker's treated women, like things, like property. Sue had even once met his “moll” as they were called. His “old lady”, though she was young. Greta was her name and she was a floozy. A bar fly, who Trapster picked up and fitted with a similar outfit to his own. She called herself “glue-girl” or something. The Fantastic Four had made quick and somewhat laughable work of both of them. Still, right then, there was something in Trapster's eyes. Like Sue was a piece of meat to sate his....she dared not think about it for another second.

“I have you right where I want you,” Trapster sneered. “Hope you can handle a face full of “paste” Mrs. Richards” The man's insinuations were not lost on Sue once again. How had she let herself get here. The Fantastic Four had once again tussled with the Frightful Four, and once again, Sue was caught and shot with paste in the wrists with her back turned while the team fought the other villains of the dastardly team. She felt this new paste drip more than she remembered. Not as firm when it hardened. It rolled down her fingers.

Sue took in a deep breath regaining confidence. “Do your worst PASTE POT!” She taunted him using the silly name, she KNEW he hated. She closed her eyes and smiled.

The Trapster noted his paste stopped and dribbled down an invisible barrier inches from Sue's face. “Shit!” He realized. This wasn't the Invisible Girl anymore.

Sue just laughed and used her powers to free her hands. She then held a dripping hand out and raised the Trapster in an invisible **** bubble. “Seriously Pete! Is that all you got!” She flung him like a rag-doll.

Present Day....

Sue Storm-Richards sat struggling on her knees. A small fear crept over her, as she still felt the control collar tightly around her neck. The Invisible Woman appeared literally “trapped” for the third time, just like before. Right before her eyes was The Trapster's gun. She looked over the long thick gun and noticed the balls attached to this “model”. Heavy and imposing. That's where the “paste” is, she thought. She wondered how much they could produce. The thick gun dripped with white paste. She knew now, and here, with this collar there was no going invisible. She looked up to see his grinning face, his bald head shone in the light of the ship. His face was hard and thuggish, with a confident sneer that Sue couldn't deny. She noted how his eyes lingered over her form, and it made her shudder. She looked over this thug's body. Had she never noticed how muscular this man was. So much different than Reed or Namor or anyone. Just a straight, well, thug. She didn't want to admit it, but there was something sexy about that, and it made him almost, dare she say handsome. She wondered if they had met in a bar under different circumstances whether he would have wooed her like some biker gang hussy. He sure fit the part of a muscled tattooed biker gang enforcer. Maybe she just never took a second look. He was bigger than she remembered and rather imposing. And so was that new gun. More fear filled her body.

“I have you right where I want you,” Trapster sneered. “Hope you can handle a face full of “paste” Mrs. Richards” The man's insinuations were not lost on Sue once again. How had she let herself get here. She probably should have simply listened to Reed and not gone to the Negative Zone alone.

Sue took in a deep breath regaining confidence. “Do your worst PASTE POT!” She taunted him using the silly name, she KNEW he hated. She closed her eyes and nodded. She had some tricks up her sleeve still. But this was literally it, there was no getting out of this. She knew it, and the Trapster knew it. This time, she'd get a face full of paste. Once and for all. She waited to feel the hot paste hit her forehead.

Then, after years of back and forth and years of being in this exact situation, only to be rescued or use her powers to fight back, it finally happened. She took a shot of hot white paste right between her eyes. It sent her head slightly back. She was shocked at the **** of it all. She felt it drip down her nose. Sue opened her eyes, and looked at the gun before her inches from her face. “Seriously Pete! Is that all you got!” She opened her mouth as she saw Trapster begin to pump his huge massive veiny cock. This gun had more “paste”, Sue was sure of it. Breaking the small bonds of her cum filled wrists and dripping hands, she reached up and grabbed the massive balls rolling them, and saw the cock shoot again. A spurt of cum hit her cheek, and she tried to lick some with her tongue.

Trapster had waited many years for this moment, and he didn't disappoint. The blowjob he had just received was truly nothing short of “Fantastic”. His “gun” came alive and a torrent of hot white paste shot out and onto Sue's forehead. Her head went down and she began to lick his balls. Trapster shot a load of paste onto the small of her back and it dribbled down her wonderful naked ass crack. Her head came up, and Sue put the tip slightly in her mouth, and felt it shoot paste to the back of her throat. She buried her mouth down several inches of his cock and began to drink his “paste” straight from the gun. She had to admit, this guy sure was the KING of paste. He kept cumming and cumming. She couldn't even swallow all of his foamy seed, and it began to leak out of her mouth and down her chin. She pulled off with bloated cheeks and put her hand to her mouth like someone shamed for taking too much of a bite of some food. Cum shot onto her pink hair as she swallowed the load in her mouth.

“Damn Pete,” Sue muttered standing up finally, face full of cum, feeling it roll down her ass as well. “You can paste a girl,” she smiled, “I'll give you that!” She walked over to the computer console to check the navigation system. They're ship was on autopilot. It was a private mission to discover there was gold on a planetoid far out from the center of the Zone. The “N-Explorers” insisted the whole team go, but Sue and Pete made it a point to get away from the group for a little fun. Sue didn't like joining this team, but it helped keep tabs on these invaders. Her new look and attitude as Honey-Pot Pink was working, and no one noticed her real identity.

Pete sat back in the captains chair of the small ship. “How much time,” he said and smacked the tattooed ass of Sue Richards. He knew he made the right decision coming to the Zone, and now the opportunity to spend the time here fucking the shit out of the Invisible Woman was more payment than he ever expected.

Sue jumped up and giggled at his smack. “A few hours,” she said. She typed in the coordinates to make sure. “We can shower quick if you want,” she winked at him and walked to the small bathroom. The ship was equipped with a small living area, not fit for more than two. Sue sauntered to the bathroom and the doors slid open. Her lover followed rather quickly.

A few minutes later, and Peter was lathering up her body. Sue admired her new “form” in the mirror across from the tub. Different tattoos adorned her body. Her nipples were still pierced as was her belly button and clit. The tattoos that Sue watched in the mirror were the ones people asked about the most. On the bottom of her thighs were the tails of dragons that ended abruptly. When she wore short shorts they could be seen.

“Why have half dragons?” A member of the “N-Explorers had asked, as he watched her body no doubt. She said it wasn't done yet.

However, as Peter Petrusky entered her from behind, and his hips came to hers, his own half dragons with the heads on the same part of his body connected with hers. She felt how thick and big this man was inside her. She remembered the sensation of sucking this villain's cock discretely and now she was fucking him. It was an excitement she rarely ever felt. She moaned and her head hit the porcelain of the shower wall as she came all over his large cock. For a human, he could fuck. And he was hung. She felt her womb fill with his paste as he spurted inside her. The Trapster had truly “glued” this heroine.

A day later, after the mission was deemed a failure, the two decided to get a drink. Peter wore a tight purple and yellow shirt, with jeans, his ripped tatted arms bulging as he held Sue's waste while they entered the seedy club on this backwater world. Sue was in a tight pink dress with silver heels. She thought back to a day ago, when she made the notion in her mind about Trapster meeting her under different circumstances. Not only had he wooed her, like some biker hussy groupie, he had her hanging on his arm like a bimbo. It made Sue giddy with sexual delight at the change.

He even introduced her to the bartender as he ordered drinks as his “ol lady” just like some thug biker would. It made her wet at the implication. Fuuuuck, Sue finally thought. He did it the bastard. The Trapster had made her his biker slut. She even rode a speeder bike with him now. Out here, she was second to him, in every way. This D-List villain had for all intents and purposes made the prim and proper Susan Storm-Richards his floozy bimbo girlfriend. She was even called "Honey-Pot Pink" now. That's what she was here. Nothing more. And it made her even wetter.

She sat in his lap and grinded to music as they kissed and groped each other. She was ready to blow him right there and then if he asked, and she hoped he would. Was this how Greta was? How all his floozies were? She was sure she could out “slut” Greta or his past bimbos. She wasn't sure why she cared. There was just an urge to please this thug and do as he asked.

It was then, that a loud boom was heard, and the doors of the club blew off. Several large green beings with guns walked in through the carnage of knocked out alien guards. They searched the room.

“Kestoran!” Sue shot up, ready to fight.

The Trapster grabbed his hidden gun, and handed one to Sue. “Friends of yours?”

Sue took the gun and moved towards the exit. “We've fought with them before. They....”

“THERE!” One of the green alien's screamed pointing to Sue and Trapster. Before the pair could exit the strike **** of Kestorans was on them guns drawn. Realizing they had lost this fight, the two gave themselves up and were escorted out without further incident.

Sue thought about speaking up, but something told her to let Peter speak first. Like it wasn't her place to speak until he did.

“Where are you taking us?” Trapster finally asked.

One of the green aliens pushed him. “There are legends of the two of you!” He brought them to a cell. “I'd suggest you rest up,” he closed the door behind him, and pressed and intercomm. “Tomorrow the two of you will perform in the Carnal Combat Arena.”

Sue and Trapster looked at each other confused.