Paste and Honey Issue 6: New Mistress on the ship!!!

A few weeks later....

Ethan Crane checked the halls nervously, and then went back inside his room. It was getting late. Where was she? He heard a knock at the door finally, or more like a loud BANG!

“OPEN UP BITCH!” The female voice screamed.

Crane jumped up excitedly, and did just as he was told. The Honeypot entered and looked around squeamishly. She shook her head, “This place is pathetic just like you!” She whipped off her overcoat exposing her full bodied purple PVC leather one piece suit. She stood about six inches taller than normal in her open-toed high-heeled stiletto shoes. She had on dark black lipstick and eye-shadow, with her pink hair slicked back with gel. Right now, her hair had a dark black streak down the middle.

“Sorry mistress Honey!” Crane bowed his head, and looked down at her opened toed heels. He could see the “built for sex” tattoo and it drove him wild.

In all honesty, Sue truly did hate this man. She hated how he was stealing from the Fantastic Four. She hated how he leered at her feet. She hated that in essence he was sort of being unfaithful to Volcana, despite the fact that Sue never even really touched Crane. This guy was a fetishist in the worst way. She did all this to figure out how he was getting her signature. For the past few weeks, she had him eating out of her dainty painted finger-nailed hands. Treating him like shit truly came easily. “You know I don't have time for this shit,” Sue spat at him and kicked him in the balls.

Crane winced with delightful pain as he keeled over. He didn't like lying to Volcana, but she simply wasn't giving Crane what he needed. A foot rub here and there simply wasn't enough. His mistress Honey, on the other hand, gave him EXACTLY what he wanted. In turn, he helped her get the private showers made. He rolled on the ground holding his cock as his face was beat red.

“Oooohhheeeee,” Ethan Crane squealed. He was like a pig in a muddy heaven as he felt the pressure of the bottom of her shoe push down. There was a crackling noise as his dick flattened against his body. She didn't hold back. He loved it.

“You're a fucking worm Crane!” Sue stated as she stepped on his erection. She could see the small cock though his slacks. It disgusted her. Trapster had no problem with “Mistress Honey” and even enjoyed hearing about the wimp's antics. It gave him leverage. It gave them both leverage.

Sue turned around, showing her leather covered ass. “How does my ass look in this foolish outfit you bought?”

He got on his hands and crawled over to the round ass and bowed to it. “So wonderful Mistress...so divine...I worship it,” he muttered as he bent low reaching up with his hands. He felt a slap against his head as Honey spun around and struck him.

“DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH ME UNLESS I TELL YOU!” Sue spat down at him. “FUCKING TROLL!” It did give Sue a strange thrill to treat this man as she thought he deserved. Who knew he would love it so much. It angered her a little that he did, as it took something from his punishment.

She sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, she crossed her legs and the leather grinded. The sound was music to Crane's ears. She dangled her feet. “Well,” she pointed to the bathroom. He got up like a puppy and did what he knew he had to. He came back with lotion and nail-polish and a nail file.

“Can I....can I remove you heels Mistress,” he bowed his head in subservience.

Sue shrugged. “Whatever,” she said and grabbed the nail file from him. She began rubbing her nails over the file, acting aloof and uninterested. Well, it really wasn't acting. She felt him undo the straps of her heels and she let him pull off her left heel, and then her right. Her right foot went back to the ground, and her left remained out and dangling over her leg. “Get to work!” She pointed at her toes with the nail file.

Crane squirted the lotion on his hands, and set about massaging her lovely feet. His cock was aching in his slacks. Her feet were dainty and wonderful, and had that curve that showed when a woman wore a lot of heels. His left hand went to rub his cock as his right lathered up her foot with lotion.

“Don't touch yourself loser,” Sue said not looking at him, just knowing, as she filed her fingers. This was a very FAR cry from her former life as a heroine. It was much more Malice than the the Invisible Woman, but Sue rather enjoyed it. She got to shit on this pathetic man, and get a foot rub and a pedicure. As the man rubbed the oils over her feet, she huffed, “better than the fat pig toes of your girlfriend I'll bet you no dicked bitch!” She hated being mean about her friend, but knew what this man wanted to hear. Further, it gave her a sense of pride to secretly have something over her female friends. Who knew Sue Storm could be katty?

“You have the feet of a goddess mistress,” he muttered his cock dripping in his pants as her lovely feet were in his hands. “So much better than some fat pig toed pig bitch!”

“Watch you mouth,” Sue pointed at him with the file. She let him rub both feet, and apply black nail-polish. When he was done, she worked her toes around. “Not bad for a sissy,” she laughed.

Ethan Crane was so close, he bent his head down low. “Can....can I cum mistress!”

Sue rolled her eyes. “I don't give two shits what you do,” she looked around. “Where is you cum sock?” He scrambled to his feet to retrieve his prize from his top drawer. She didn't let him cum anywhere else. She saw how crusted it already was after only two sessions. “DOUBLE BAG THAT SHIT!” She commanded, and he got another sock. She waved her hands. “Put it on in the bathroom, I don't want to see that thing you call a dick!” He did as instructed, so excited he almost fell over. He came back, with his cock pulled through his pants, two socks covering his erection.

Sue was adjusting the straps on her heels. He sat on a chair opposite her and waited. Finally done, Sue lifted her heel covered foot and pushed it onto his sock covered erection. She moved the flat hard part of her heel up his small shaft and felt him explode in seconds.

“AAAAiiiieieeeeeeee,” he bent forward feeling a powerful orgasm escape his cock and splatter into his socks. “THANK YOU MISTRESS!”

“Freaky little foot bitch!” Sue taunted. Sue stood up rubbing her nails one last time. She flung the file at him. She picked up the overcoat and wrapped it around her body. “You lasted longer this time. What was that two seconds?” She walked away slowly, then stopped at the door. “If even ONE drop of your shitty pathetic watery cum is found on these heels you'll be licking them clean fuckface!”

With that, Sue left his room. She didn't feel attraction to Crane in these “sessions” but it sure did get her in the mood to fuck a real man. She needed to find the Trapster?

Sue sighed heavily as she went to the gym. She had just finished her security shift around the mining operation before her session with Crane. Another long day. She walked to the locker room. She wished she brought a better set of clothes than the tight PVC. Luckily, no one was in the locker room to see her, as most were still working. The “private” bathrooms and sauna and jacuzzi just for the Negative Frightful Four was under construction, and would be done soon, Crane saw to that. Sue looked to the last stall, a little sad she wouldn't get the gloryhole, as Trapster had to do a sitrep with the Gideon Trust and the N-Explorer leaders. Sex would have to come later. Not that the gloryhole didn't get use. She was able to use it a few times with Peter.

Honeypot changed into workout clothes and got onto a treadmill. She thought about the gloryhole again, and how another person had become intimately acquainted with its operation.

One day a few weeks back, Sue had pulled Vasquez into the final stall. It was after a shift, and only the two females were in the locker room. The stalky short woman was surprised by the aggression of Susan, but eagerly joined the taller pink haired beauty in the shower. The pair kissed passionately, and Sue explored Vasqeuz's tight body rubbing her hands over the firm breasts as water cascaded down upon the two females coating their lither bodies. Her fingers found the girls tight pussy and fondled the young lesbian into a frenzy.

“OH GOD HONEY!” Vasquez cried out as softly as she could, feeling Honey hit her g-spot with two fingers expertly. Trapster had taught Susan well, and from behind Vasquez she was rubbing the girl's folds rapidly, knowing that Vasquez would squirt right onto the shower floor. It didn't take long as the smaller girl climaxed loudly, and her knees gave way slightly. A jet of her juices splashed from her cunt, hitting the far wall. Sue licked and kissed the girls ear.

“Hold on,” Honey said, and left the shower. Vasquez watched Honey put on her towel and disappear around the corner. The young solider was nervous as she stood in the shower, but she trusted Honey. In fact, she had MORE than a crush on this woman. When Honey returned Vasquez noted a protrusion from Honey's towel. The taller girl entered the shower and disrobed. Over her crotch was a small pink dildo strap-on. “Bend over!” Honey instructed.

Vasquez shook her head, “I'm not really into that. I only like women Honey!”

Honeypot got behind her rather quickly and shoved two fingers back into the soldier's dripping pussy. “You'll like it,” Honey told her, “Everyone needs a LITTLE dick now and again!” Honey smiled when the muscular woman bent down slightly. Sue had purchased this item on one of her planet hops. She had several strange trinkets and sexual toys that the Invisible Woman would never buy. They were intended to be mementos of her sexual vacation in the Negative Zone. She never intended to actually USE any of them, but opportunities always presented themselves. Susan Storm-Richards would never take advantage of such opportunities, but Honeypot was eager to see where things could be taken.

Sue took the head of the pink dildo and pushed the tip into the bent over young girl. It illicited a new squeal from the woman. Sue didn't have a penis, so she did her best to mimic Trapster. How he just took Sue, was how Sue was going to take this young lesbian. She didn't give the girl time to adjust, she just pushed the dildo in hard and fast. She grabbed Vasquez's hips and began to ram the dildo into the girl. Vasquez bent over to allow more of it inside her. From this position, Sue could see how fun it was to be a man. There was a power in this. A power over the person bent over taking all that could be given. I can see why Petrusky likes it this way, Sue thought, realizing that she'd probably only had sex with Reed in this position a handful of times. Sue picked up the pace, ramming the dildo into the small woman's tight body.

“Oh...oh....uh....ahh...hahhh.” Vasquez was muttering uncontrollably. She hadn't had sex like this since high-school with her last boyfriend, and never remembered it being so enjoyable. Was Honey right? Vasquez's eyes were rolling as she came hard on the dildo, and she didn't see the metal soap holder slide to the side. A thin long dick suddenly emerged. Vasquez finally saw it and gasped. “Oh my god! What the fuck!”

Sue didn't stop her **** on the woman. She humped harder, pushing the girl towards the cock. “Don't just look at it Vasquez....suck that thing!” Honeypot had told her teammates Zeitgeist and Leap-Frog to be in the showers before their shift. It was going to be a “moral booster” to get their minds of the tedium. She hadn't told them what to expect. Just to go to the last stall in the men's room, move the metal soap holder and push their dicks in.

Vasquez shook her head, “I can't...I don't want....I haven't...” She hadn't sucked a cock since high-school, with her last boyfriend, and she didn’t recall it being fun.

Susan began plowing the dildo into Vasquez's cunt. It was break neck speed. “Get that cock in your mouth solider!” Sue shouted loudly.

The muscular lesbian, hearing the command in the same way one of her superiors barked orders found herself bending even more. She was a solider and she followed orders. Not to mention, the sensation of the dildo in her pussy was overwhelming her mind. She remembered watching porn, and how the women in those videos sucked cock, and she did her best impression. The young lesbian took the mushroom headed cock into her mouth and began to slide it to the back of her throat. She felt Honeypot push harder from behind, sending her forward, causing her mouth to suck down more of the long thin cock. The smell was unlike anything she remembered, musky and strong. Honeypot was fucking her like a champ, and it caused Vasquez to moan on the cock, making it vibrate in her throat. As Vasquez came again, so did the cock, spewing its seed down into her belly. It was a pungent taste, one Vasquez never new, but not unpleasant. Just strangely warm. The spent cock then pulled from her mouth, and she found herself empty as a trail of cum dribbled from her mouth and connected to the disappearing cock.

Honeypot was now pushing harder still grabbing her hips and humping with ****. Vasquez's body was up against he far wall. Her tits were over the hole, and she felt the sensation of something snake between her firm breasts. It was another dick, a new dick in the hole.

Sue looked down to see the color of the cock. It was darker, which meant that this was probably Vincent Patillio, the Leapfrog. Which meant that Larry Ekler, aka Zeitgiest had already had his fun. She noted how much smaller and thinner their cocks were than Trapster's. Not for Sue, she mused. They were still larger than Mica and Crane at least. That didn't mean they weren't for someone else. It dawned on Sue that months ago, she wouldn't have helped these low-life villains get bus fare (which they probably needed being such low-level villains), let alone work with them. Now she was on a team with them, and helping them get off.

“Push those tits together over that dick solider!” Sue commanded.

Vasquez, ever the good grunt, did as she was told. She pushed her firm breasts over the cock. As Honeypot humped her from behind she squeezed her breasts over the dick. The water, the soap, and the motion of Honey's fucking were doing all the work for the dick. It was getting fucked by a pair of firm tits, back and forth. Soon, it spurted, coating the young soldier’s boobs. Then, like that last cock, it disappeared. Honeypot grabbed the girl's hair and rammed the dildo home. Vasquez was pushed up against the wall. “Oh....hahh....uuuhnnnnnnn.” She moaned as she came hard.

“Freaky little lesbo,” Sue whispered in her ear. She pulled the dildo out and the Vasquez turned to her and they kissed. They spent another ten minutes soaping and washing each other.

Since that day, Vasquez earned her own heroine name “the Suck Machine”. Sue made sure that Vasquez was by the gloryhole each day to pleasure her teammates. Moral now ran high for the Negative Frightful Four, even with the boring security detail. Sue even caught Vasquez in that last stall on her own, without any prompting. Each time Sue would join her she'd fuck her with the dildo, and whisper “Freaky little lesbo” in her ear as Vasquez came. Sue was training her, just like Crane to respond to that set of words.

After her quick workout, Sue took a shower. Sad that the gloryhole would be gone soon. It was fine, as the new private facility would be unisex. No need for such holes, but there was a tinge of nostalgia for her as she toweled off, and left it behind, probably for the last time. She again regretted not having a better set of clothes, and put on the uncomfortable purple PVC outfit with the stiletto heels. She put on the over-coat and left the locker room.

She secured the trench-coat and walked slowly to the elevator to return to her floor. She pressed the button, and waited several seconds before the elevator opened. She gave an annoyed sigh, seeing Mica and his scientists cohorts on the elevator. Mica looked away, averting her gaze. His friends shook their heads at having to share the elevator with this hussy. She stepped in and waved at them. “Nerds”, she smiled and turned away. She heard rumblings from behind her and was sure someone had said slut.

“See you later Dr. Corbeau,” one of Mica's coworkers said goodbye, and they all exited the elevator.

Sue turned rapidly and moved towards Mica, who backed against the wall. She stood several inches over him in her stiletto heels. She opened the belt on her over-coat revealing the tight purple PVC outfit. His eyes opened wide at the display before him. He felt her hand reach down and grab his crotch.

“YOU BETTER HAVE YOUR CAGE ON WUSS!” Sue checked to make sure the boy's little dick was still in its cage. A cock cage Sue had bought long ago as a fun gag. She never dreamed of actually using it.

Sue realized early on that Crane wasn't the only one who had fetishes. She remembered seeing how Mica had watched Trapster and herself fucking while he jerked himself off in the bathroom. She also noticed, that despite dating Carolyn Trainer, the nerd stared at Honeypot's ass like he was binge watching it on Netflix. One drunken night she had confronted him.

“You like what you see,” she said waving her skirt covered ass in front of Mica who was looking around afraid someone would notice them. Mica nodded, and attempted to grab her ass. Sue pushed him away. “Don't you EVER touch it,” she laughed menacingly at the man, who felt like a teenage boy at that moment. “You can NEVER get an ass like this,” Sue told him and grabbed his cock. “Not with a little baby boy's dick!”

Sue started “sessions” with Mica that day, and even though he was **** at the start, he quickly fell in line. Things were different with Mica. He didn't harbor foot fetishes like Crane, but he seemed to get off on being humiliated.

She recalled the session from a day ago, with Mica laying nude on a table in his room. Sue was in a maroon skirt, and tight yellow top. She had on long yellow latex washing gloves she grabbed from maintenance. Mica's small dick was standing straight up. She smacked it with her hand. Trapster didn't mind her touching Mica, just “none of your holes” he told her. Those were his. Sue squeezed the small dick in her hand like a stress ball, causing the young man to yelp.

“What is this,” she laughed, and stroked his small cock softly twice, “cause it's not a dick.” She flicked the cock with her finger. “You act like your some stud with your friends, some BIG man,” she cooed in his ear. “BUT YOUR JUST A LITTLE DICKED BOY!” She chuckled. Her hand rested on his cock, not even moving. She felt him squirming beneath him, feeling his heart beat in his small cock. “Say it!” She goaded him.

“I'm just a little boy Mistress Honey,” Mica heaved the words from his mouth, still unsure why he reacted in such ways around this whore.

Sue grabbed his dick and held it. “You're not a man.” She taunted him. “Men have cocks, and this isn't a cock!” Her gloved hand released the cock. Her finger flicked the pulsing cock again. “Boys with baby dicks like this don't get the girl MICA,” Sue shook her head. “Not hot woman like me at least! I can't believe Lady Octopus would even put this thing NEAR her.” To be honest, Carolyn was getting bored with Mica, as Volcana was with Crane. It was their dicks and their weird perversions that were getting to these women. Sue, on the other hand, enjoyed emasculating them. Two men who thought they were at the top of their game and the proverbial food chain on this ship, reduced to pathetic losers begging for release from the ship “whore”.

“I don't deserve a woman like you Mistress,” Mica shouted with closed eyes.

Sue corrected him, “no, you don't deserve any women with a baby dick like this”. She again grabbed it, and began to jerk it, knowing it must feel rough with the latex gloves. Still, Mica's hips lifted off the table, and he groaned. Sue saw his cock spurt a small amount and then pulled her hand off his cock immediately as it began to spasm on its own. Things weren't easy for Mica in these sessions, as Sue “ruined” every orgasm he had, but he seemed eager for each one.

She began to chortle with laughter as his cock spurted on his chest. “Freaky little wimp!” Sue whispered softly indoctrinating Mica to an almost hypnotic set of words that would eventually make him respond uncontrollably. She shook her head at the mess on his stomach and chest. “Jesus Mica, I'm not even sure you can qualify that as a load.” She pointed to the small amount of cum on his now heaving stomach. “Is that even sperm, it looks like water, so weak and impotent like the cock and little boy it came from”. She picked his dick up. “Look at it,” she dropped it with disgust, “like a little piece of cooked spaghetti, like a fucking useless noodle.”

Mica was smiling, fully in the throws of an after orgasm bliss. “Thank you Mistress Honey,” he said over and over. Before leaving, Sue made him attach the cock cage. It had spikes on the end, and she wasn't sure it was made for a human, as she got it from an alien world were everyone was tiny, but it fit his little cock perfectly. Of course, she had the only key. If he dared get an erection the spikes would ensure he'd rethink that mistake.

“When can I take it off Mistress,” he said looking at his small caged cock.

Sue flicked the cage and them rubbed his small balls to make his cock grow, and hit the spikes. He let out a yelp, and Sue smiled. “You can take it off when you finish the upgrades to Trapster's bike and paste guns”. He was working on their equipment secretly now, and he promised to even make her a speeder-bike of her own, once she brought it up to Petrusky.

Now, here in the elevator, she made sure Mica's dick was still in its cage. She swirled the small package in her hand, feeling his caged dick and the balls below. He had a noticeable wince of pain on his face, and Sue was sure he was getting hard in the spiked cage.

“I'm still caged Mistress,” he nodded as beads of sweat dripped off his forehead. He wouldn't dare remove the cage, as Honey assured him she'd tell the whole ship of his “shortcomings”. He insisted to Sue that he was working on Trapster's bike.

“Good boy!” Sue winked and then exited the elevator as the door opened. “Good baby dicked little boy!” Sue walked away from the elevator not turning back. She had a spring in her step now, horny as all hell. She didn't love the sessions with Mica either, but they helped her work out her recurring “noodle nightmare”. She cringed at the thought of her last nightmare, the thin limp noodle chasing her around the Baxter Building.

She needed some good sex, but she also needed answers. It was time to confront the Trapster once and for all. She had waited a week to ask him about the signatures, trying to see if she noticed anything. She watched people make her drinks, and realized no one was drugging her. Mind control probably, Sue thought. She had to find out.

An hour later...

“Oh god Trapster! Fuck me!” Sue cried out in ecstasy as she rode her lover in their shared room. As Sue humped Peter Petrusky down into the bed it creaked loudly. She was on top of him, bouncing up and down on his cock. The orgy in the pool had only been an hour ago, and yet this man, this stud was still so wonderfully, so impossibly, so FANTASTICALLY hard. She knew it was the cocaine mixed spice, but at that moment how could she or any woman cared. How many times had they fucked since this morning. Her hands were caressing his, as they groped her breasts. He tweaked her nipples.

“OH FUCK TRAPSTER!” She moaned and humped down onto his long fat cock, her pussy wet and sopping as her walls contracted around his cock. “OH YOU VILLAINOUS STUD!” Her head was back and her eyes were looking though the metal ceiling as a powerful orgasm erupted through her. “OH TRAPSTER!” She repeated his name. During sex she never called him Petie as she did playfully sometimes. Nor did she call him Paste Pot, or Pete, or even Peter. It got her so horny to call him “The Trapster” and yell out things like “You vile villainous cretin”. It made sense, and calling him pet names during sex just didn't seem right. Sometimes she switched it up and called him “Petrusky”, but never anything cute. Not with this tough thug who fucked her so good.

She felt his cock inside her as her orgasm waned. Her body eased down onto his shaft, until it was buried fully inside her. Her love juice flowed over his cock and down onto the bed. It was time to get some answers Sue thought, and felt nervous and apprehensive. She began a slow grind of her hips, letting the entirety of his dick remain inside her. “Babe!” She said looking down at him somewhat seriously, still building a slow rhythm to keep him please, “Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure Dollface,” Trapster answered removing his hands from her breast and placing them behind his head on the pillow. “What's up?”

Sue picked up her pace, and just came out with it. “Are they mind controlling me here?”

Trapster was confused, he looked up to her stern face, trying to concentrate as her still tight pussy walls around his cock took most of his attention. “What the hell are you talking about Dollface?”

Sue unloaded the intel that she had gained. She explained how she stole Crane's key, how she broke into his room, and how she discovered her own signature. As she told the story she watched her lover's face to see any telling signs of lies or hidden knowledge. He seemed annoyed as she finished her tale.

“You shouldn't have done that Toots!” He shook his head. “You could have got caught and found out! I don't think EITHER of us want the truth coming out!”

“Well,” she crossed her arms, a little angry. “You didn't answer my question. Are they controlling my mind?”

Trapster flipped her over with ease, so her back was on the bed. His cock slipped out of her momentarily. She still looked up at him with an austere face. “I just DID tell you, no one knows who you are and we need to keep it that way!” He pushed his tip inside her. “Now stop worrying and give me some good pussy Dollface!”

Sue gasped as she felt his cock slide in once again, even only a few inches. She regained her composure and continued her resolve, “Well, how are they getting my signature?”

Trapster lifted her legs and put her feet on his shoulders, he pulled her up and began to hump down at Susan Storm's gloriously wet and blossoming cunt that was again beginning to accommodate his large size. “I don't know...who cares!” They were eye to eye as he began to fuck her more rapidly.

“Mmmmmmm,” Sue cooed uncontrollably from the feeling. “It's just that when I get back I want to make sure that these people pay for what happened here. They're stealing the Fantastic Four's money.” She gasped as half his cock entered her. She tried to continue as best she could, though in this position he was filling her fully. “I just want balance when I get home, I want to see things righted, and get back to normal, the Gideon Trust...”

Trapster laughed, “Dollface, you think you can just go back to your old life as the Invisible Woman?”

Sue looked into his eyes, her mouth opened with a breath as another several inches pushed inside her. “I think so, yeah, I mean eventually everything will go back to normal. This is nice Peter,” she finally said his name and it felt odd. Maybe it was too close to Peter Parker's name and that made it weird. “But,” she continued, “it has to end and when we get back....” she was cut off as her legs were pushed down to the side of her head. She couldn't help but smile quickly, happy she was still so flexible after all this time. Trapster held her feet down on the pillow. He pushed his cock inside her fully in this position, and it caused her eyes to shoot open at the feeling of being spread both in body and vagina.

“You think when you get back to Earth shit's over Toots!” He sneered. He grabbed her ankles and then somehow pushed them behind her head. She had never been in this position, and never even believed it possible, her tendons and muscles burned as she was stretched. But it all happened so fast, she couldn't even protest, and was unsure she would have. Her hands clasped his forearms, not so much to resist as hold on. “This pussy is mine....” Trapster cam down hard on her, his cock spearing her even deeper. “Collar or no collar!”

Her eyes were locked onto his. There was no joking in his dark brown eyes. “I have to go back....I have to go home...” the words came out low and almost trembled with an aura that the woman who spoke them was in disbelief. Feeling pain in her waist from being split in such a way, she freed her arms and began to lightly tap his hands that were clasping her feet together behind her head. The whole scenario was beginning to feel literally and figuratively uncomfortable.

“Fine,” Trapster goaded her. He reached up and gripped her hands against her feet, she was totally split and in some sort of sex ball position. Her arms and feet behind her head. All her muscles ached, but he pushed his cock down and deep. “You can go home for all I care, even when the collar is off,” he leaned down, until his face was an inch from hers. He smiled at her. “But you think we'll stop fucking?” He taunted her and began to pull half his cock out and then pushed it down again hard causing his balls to slap against her ass.

She just held his gaze, her breathing began to increase as she thought about his words. Could she stop him? Could she stop this? Her mouth opened in a long low gasp as she felt her pussy perfectly battered by his cock. In this position, she was feeling him deeply and fully in a way she had never before.

“You think if the Frightful Four takes on the Fantastic Punks you and I won't be in some alley bumping uglies?” He humped harder and faster.

The mental image appeared in her mind, of being bent and twisted this exact way in some alley in Manhattan, her uniform torn at the groin as Trapster fucked her brutally. All the while her team fought the other members of the Frightful Four as she just moaned and screamed in ecstasy in a dirty disgusting alley as she was owned by Trapster's cock. The idea that her husband would be busy fighting his nemesis the Wizard as around the corner Trapster fucked her senseless. It was such an erotic thought Sue moaned and arched up off the bed.

Trapster gripped her feet and arms with one hand tightly and brought the other to her mouth, which he squeezed. He now looked at her sternly. “Even when you get that collar off, even when you go home or whatever, your pussy is mine!” He was spearing her cunt with his long cock, his balls hitting her ass with loud smacks. “I'm gonna call you late night for a booty call! And you'll come running, won't you Mrs. Richards!”

The idea of being this thug's “booty call” as he called it, was so naughty and wrongful yet it sent waves of adrenaline through her tight form. “OH MY GODDDDD!” Sue shouted out as she came hard. The taunting, the teasing, the rough fucking was all too much for her and her body spasmed beneath him, still stuck in his grip. “OH GOD! MY PUSSY IS YOURS!” She cried out losing the words as they left her mouth. There was now a strength in her words, loud and booming with a confidence and realization behind them. As if she was telling herself the truth of those words. She felt his mouth crush over hers, and their lips locked as Sue sucked in his tongue. Her legs and arms were released . Her legs went right around his waist as he pushed in her again, and she still shook from her orgasm. Her arms reached around his broad back trying to hold on as he rocked her world and mind. She was whimpering incoherently as she kissed him back so passionately. She finally felt the hot sensation of his seed as he erupted deep inside her.

He rolled off her and his cock came out. He just laid back, his hands behind his head with a smug grin on his face. Content at his work. Sue looked down to see gobs of his cum ooze from her cunt. His “paste” she thought, “right in my honeypot”, as her chest heaved.

Sue thought about the last few minutes and what was said. She finally just rolled over and put her arm over his chest. “Can we at least go out on a DATE or two back home!” She had no idea why she even humored the man. It was the endorphins and pheromones rollicking through her body, telling her to accept what he had said. Shit, she thought, I'm better than a 'booty call'.

She dozed off in a blissful sleep, her head resting on Trapster's chest. A strange dream of her and the Trapster fighting the “noodle” in the Baxter Building flooded her mind. The pair flew around on what appeared to be on of the Wizard's flying discs. They worked in tandem trying to spray the limp noodle with their paste guns.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

She was awoken from her dream by the sound of the ship's alarms. Red lights and loud buzzers flooded the room.

It was time to go to work.