A "Trap" is set!

Several Weeks ago:

Peter Petrusky, the villain known as the Trapster, and once Paste Pot Pete, sat in a bar, drinking whiskey, contemplating the offer from the Gideon Trust. Did he really want to join the “N-Explorers” again and go back to the Negative Zone. The contract was for two years in the Zone, which would only be two Earth days, give or take. This meant once again potentially tussling with Blastaar, Annilihlus, or who knows. They were almost killed last time. Even the Fantastic Four, and some of their cohorts had come to fight the N-Explorers. The team had almost died. It was a better gig than the Frightful Four. He got much more respect from the team than the Wizard ever gave him.

Peter perused the bar looking for some tail. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a strange sight. A woman, dressed in all black with a large hat, that had a veil covering her face. The woman was moving cards around on a table. The kind of cards a palm reader uses.

“Read your fortune sir?” She called to him, or at least it seemed that way. Her head came up as if she was looking in his direction, but he truly couldn't tell.

Trapster shook his head and moved past the woman towards the exit. No tail here.

The woman flipped a card onto the table, “Too bad, it says there is much in store for you Paste Pot!”

The villain stopped in his tracks, “No one calls me that anymore, how did you,” he turned to see nothing at the table.

“Take the journey,” her voice whispered from the shadows in the corner, “You will get ALL you desire!”

Trapster scratched his bald head and left. Maybe he'd call them back and take them up on the contract. He wasn't suspicious, but that was more than an invitation. Besides, he was downright bored. He desired so much, he thought as he left.

10pm Earth (Two more weeks in the Zone for Sue)

Johnny Storm yawned. The Human Torch was tired. His game was getting boring. He grabbed a beer from the fridge. “Damn, Sue isn't home yet,” he noticed everything in the kitchen was the same. “She must have gotten sick of the pigs, probably grabbing a drink with a friend!”

Oh how right Johnny was again....

At that moment in the Negative Zone (2AM)

Peter Petrusky had been in the Zone for over a year, and he had seen a lot. Not much surprised him anymore. So when he received a private message, sent directly to his private room upon “Gideon's Salvation”, the large ship that was the base of the “N-Explorers”, he was shocked to say the least. It was that slut “Gilty”, the low-life gun-runner pig Sluggo's girlfriend. This girl was something else, he'd seen the porns, the “performances” and all she had to offer. He sure had a thing for her. The blowjob she gave him was the best of his life. He would have persued them for weeks, to steal her away, by **** if necessary, had the Gideon Trust, those funding the expedition not chided him and threatened to take his contract away. No way was he losing this money for some trim. Even if she was special. There was something about her.

As he entered the bar on Chemek Prime, his cock was standing at attention. He adjusted his yellow top, and red pants. He probably should have changed out of his outfit, but he didn't really have much else to go out and party with.

He couldn't believe she had snuck out to meet him. Maybe that witch in the bar was right. He saw her sitting down, sipping a drink, brushing off the advances of every man, beast and creature in the place. She had on a blue lycra skirt and top, and blue high heels that wrapped around her legs. The punk girl looked fucking fantastic as she sipped her straw, with her tongue ring poking out each time.

“Couldn't get enough of me,” he winked at her and sat down. “Don't worry, I couldn't get you out of my mind either!”

The girl rolled her eyes, annoyed by his foolish brazenness. “Listen,” she spoke in her normal voice, and not the ditzy high-pitched tone she gave in public. The voice was oddly familiar to Peter, but he couldn't place it. “I need your help Petrusky! So I'm going to offer you a deal! I've been stuck here for several months...it's me Susan Richards....”

Petrusky craned his head, as the girl prattled on about god knows what, his eyes went down, he stared at her long toned legs, and tried to remember from where he remembered that voice.

She clicked her fingers, “Are you even listening to me, eyes up here!” She finally saw his eyes come up to meet her. The girl moved in closer and whispered, “It's me...Susan...Susan Richards!”

It was like he was on a place that suddenly lost cabin pressure. His whole body seemed to sink. She was still talking, but he couldn't grasp any of it. This was just....just....impossible. No way. He snapped out of his haze, and confronted her, “No...no way....I'm not buying it! This is some kind of joke!” He looked around to see if the pig was watching. “Where is he? Where is Sluggo?”

“Hey Paste Pot Dumbass,” Sue was getting angry. “It IS me, how many time have I fucking fought you and your “team”,” she used air quotes with her fingers, “How many times have you said 'I want my “paste” all over you', and shit like that”. She looked at him with her face to the side, “How the fuck would I even know your real name!”

The Trapster had to admit, she must have done her research. “But Gilty? The pornos? The sex act? The....”

Sue held up her hand, “Yes, ok...yup....I've had an INTERESTING experience here.” She went on to explain how she got to the zone, and how she had decided to make this a “vacation” from her life. How she had loads of fun, but it was time to go home, and she was worried Sluggo wouldn't let her. Pete listened the best he could, but still was taking in her whole body in a new way. “Eyes up here Paste Pot Punk!” She motioned with her two fingers to her eyes.

The villain, who suddenly had the revelation of all revelations shot his head up, “Wait...so you....and I...” he pointed to her then himself.

The Invisible Woman laughed and nodded, “That's right tough guy, you got blown by the Invisible Woman!”

Suddenly, Peter Petrusky felt on cloud nine with this knowledge. A woman he had wanted for years, a woman EVERY GUY on EARTH had wanted. She had sucked his cock. The Trapster's cock. It was power. Power over the Fantastic Four, power over Reed, power even over the Wizard. Power of her. “You are one sick fucking slut,” he motioned his chin to her. “Reed not giving you what you want! I knew that loser couldn't handle.”

Sue held up her finger. “Stop right there. Mention my husband's name again and I will make sure you can't make paste!” She reached down and grabbed his balls. An electric shock from the collar went through them both. They both jumped from the pain. “EVER!”

He put his hands behind his head, “So what is this deal,” he smiled wryly. “I'm all ears!”

Susan Storm-Richards explained the problem. She needed to be released from Sluggo. The collar was keeping her attached to him, as it registered him as the owner. If Peter could “buy” her from him, than she could return to Earth. Or at least begin the “process” of preparing to return, she told him. She explained she would need the tattoos removed, and the piercings, and she would have to cut her hair off, basically shave it.

“Well,” Trapster spoke, “my contract is for another few months here, I can't just bring you to the center of the Zone right now, I got bills to pay! Besides what am I getting for all this 'help' I'm offering”.

Sue sighed and rolled her eyes once again, “Ughh...men.” She looked at him, “I'm fine with staying for a little while longer. The only one who would come for me is Johnny, and since its,” she checked her Earth watch, “only 10:01 I'm pretty sure he isn't even alseep yet. He won't realize anything is wrong until around 9AM tomorrow.”

The dumb as bricks villain held up a hand, trying to calculate the time, “What is that like one, two,”

The gorgeous former blonde, now punk girl, showed just how much she'd changed when she opened her legs right in front of him. “Plenty of time to make it WORTH your while!”

The dimwitted villain couldn't grasp what his enemy, or former enemy was saying. He scratched his head, “What do you mean,” he looked between her wonderful legs, seeing her pink panites.

“I mean that I will fuck you so hard you'll be called Paste Pot Stud around here!” She felt his hand touch her leg. The shock from the collar sent them both out of their seats. “DUMB SHIT! YOU HAVE TO GET THE CONTROL WAND FROM SLUGGO! ARE YOU EVEN LISTENTING!” She sat down and huffed. “Do we have a deal?” Peter reached out his hand to shake. Sue put her hand to her nose. “Jesus!” This guy is thick.

11PM Earth:

Johnny was having a beer, mabye his third, watching an old movie. The kind he'd watch with Ben Grimm. This one was from the 60s called “The Trap”. The movie was about an 1890s French Canadian trapper buys a mute orphan servant to be his wilderness wife.

“Who makes this stuff up!” he laughed, getting tired.

(2 more weeks in the Zone)

Sluggo was standing on the bridge of his ship, the man known as the Trapster was hailing them. A bounty hunter that Sluggo had let party with him and Gilty. Sluggo was livid. The Trapster had attempted to **** Sluggo for the rights to Gilty. He was talking of going to Annihilus and Blastaar with the news that Sluggo had a pretty significant stowaway on board. Though he didn't admit it, it was obvious someone had told Trapster who Gilty was.

Susan stood next to Sluggo holding his arm. “Don't let that man on board. He's a notorious villain on Earth and not to be trusted!” She pleaded with him, but it fell on deaf ears.

The Trapster boarded the ship with two hooded figures. “I offer these in exchange as well as my silence. And a HEFTY price for the sale of Ms....Sto......Gilty.” He lifted the hoods off the figures, it was Blink and Cassie St. Commons. Both had a **** collar on. It took Trapster some time, but he caught them both, just as Sue had instructed.

He was shocked when Blink fell to her knees and crawled to Sluggo. “Oh please be our new master. I promise a life of servitude,” she reached up for his cod piece.

Cassie St. Commons dropped to her own knees and sucked Sluggo's fingers. “Our bodies are for your piglets!”

Sue's eyes went wide, “Don't do this Sluggo! I've been good to you, I have”

Sluggo pushed her aside. “There was always a timeline with you, and now you are far too dangerous.” He picked up the control rod for Susan and began to punch in credentials. Sue watched as Trapster handed Sluggo two rods.

As Sue left the Sounder, Trapster laughed. “You looked a little sad there!”

She turned back to see the girls already sucking Sluggo's huge cock! It gave her a tinge of jealousy, and the look in their eyes of utter joy hurt a bit, but it was time to leave. She pointed to her pussy as the bay doors closed leaving them alone. “Listen, like I said, you'll need to give it a bit down there. Two weeks in a Spa. I can change, get some work done down there to fix the Sluggo problem!” She made a motion of a wide hole with her hands. “Then I come in as we explained!”

2AM Earth Time:

Johnny was snoring on the couch. The TV was still on. Just another day in the Baxter Building.

At that moment in the Negative Zone (more weeks have passed)

Travers, the aging leader of the N-Explorers watched as Trapster fought the Guardians of the Galaxy on some backwater rock of an asteroid. Trapster had told the team to hold off, to let him do his thing. It looked like Rocket Racoon and Drax were about to smash his head in. Gamora and Groot were rooted by Pete's paste to the rocks.

“Looks like you're done Pastey!” Rocket laughed about to blast him. Before he could, out of no where a large splotch of substance hit his gun.

A woman, dressed in the same garb as Trapster snarled. “Not so fast rodent!” She shot paste out of her suit right into Drax's face.

Rocket got an earfull of yelling from the Guardians ship. It was Kitty Pryde. “That's Honeypot Pink, I knew she was out there. Get back here. Their team is like a click away.” The fight was back on, as Traspter and Honeypot Pink flung paste at the retreating hero team.

The men of the N-Explorers cheered and the mining operation continued for another day. Travers was not amused. They hesitated, and he let them know it. “You guys are gonna get us killed,” he told them as he watched them take off their suits. His cock twinged a bit when the pink haired girl pulled off her suit bottoms revealing white panties. She had a body, he thought.

“Don't worry, we had em!” Peter Petrusky laughed, jumping onto a sledder bike. “Come on babe, let's celebrate!”

Honeypot pulled out a red lollypop and licked it. “Fightin done, time for fun. A little drag race, cock suck and butt fuck!” She winked to the guys who were unloading mining equipment.

Travers watched her jump on the back of the bike holding Pete tightly and they raced off. He didn't trust the Trapster's “girlfriend”, Honey Merriweather. Or Honeypot Pink, as she called herself. He didn't trust the story of Trapster getting her to help out. For free, he said, after all, all she wants is the Paste Pot cock.

The bike sped off into the distance.

Susan Storm-Richards told Peter Petrusky to stop the bike. She jumped off, clad only in a tight white shirt and panties. New tatoos adorned her body. Her hair was short, and pink, hence Honeypot Pink. She loved coming up with new names. It was kind of the way heroes were anyways. Or villains, she realized. She was kind of a villain right now.

She pulled out a small flask of water and sipped it. She felt Pete's hand squeeze her ass and she giggled. “The Guardians will probably watch us fuck from up there?”

Pete laughed, “So what, scared Gamora might recognize you?”

Sue shook her head, “You'd be surprised what some tattoos, a hair change and a different voice will do Petey.”

Peter pulled off his helmet, and got down from the bike and sat on a rock. “How do I know you won't double cross me?”

“What, I haven't given you ENOUGH pussy,” Sue chuckled.

Petrusky lit a cigarette, a Marlboro, and Sue's eyes lit up, she loved things from Earth. It drove her wild to get some taste of home now and then. She took the cig and smoked it seductively making rings, she never smoked before, but after all the spice she was a pro.

“And what happens when we go back,” he looked over her body. “How does this go back to normal!”

Sue walked over to the bike, she pulled out the control rod, and turned back on her powers. Pete saw this and stood frozen. “Everyone always underestimates me,” she said, “and my unique abilities,”

Without even moving an inch, she had Trapster in the air, an invisible **** field holding him up. “Let me down! Stop this...you said....” He began to speak, but was cut off when he felt his pants being pulled down. He watched as Sue drank from the flask. It was whiskey, not water, in fact.

“Do you have any idea the things I can do,” she said without looking back at him. All of the sudden Trapster felt an invisible mouth around his cock. It began a slow blowjob, almost a perfect facimile of the real thing. “I can suck you off across the room,” she joked. Trapster felt his cock begin to enter a tight pussy, that he couldn't see. “I can make up my entire body just with my mind,” Sue said tapping her head. “I can fuck you from a football field away,” She increased the motion in her mind. The Trapster exploded into an invisible pussy. He was shocked as cum swirled around him, and then ran in a line towards Sue. She held out the flask, and the large load dropped right in. Sue took a big chug, and capped the flask.

Sue picked up the control rod. She could crush him right here. But as someone once said, with great power comes great responsibility. The caveat was the reverse. With no power, comes no responsibility. She turned the dial down, and de-powered herself. She turned around and walked over. She handed him the control device. “Turn it up,” she motioned with her fingers, “just a little!”

Up in the clouds, the Guardians took a video scan of the planet. They saw a strange thing. Trapster was sitting on a rock, his cock out, simply rolling his eyes. “How strange,” Gamora said disgusted. “Some humans!”

Rocket Racoon zoomed in, “It looks like his cock is kind of like moving, right? Like a wave. There it is again!”

They flew off, this battle would have to wait. Kitty wasn't gonna waste time right now.