Paste and Honey Issue 3: A Hole In Space!

An hour later, Volcana stood on the edge of the cargo-bay of the jump-ship. The Starship GS was hovering outside “Annihilus Space”. A jump-ship had been deployed to the unnamed planet with the Negative Four strike-team, Lady Octopus, Gene Strausser, some pilots, and Volcana.

Sue was in full Honeypot mode, complete with a paste-pack and paste-blasters on her hips. She helped her friend secure her jet-pack. “If you even feel a LITTLE uncomfortable, get out of there,” Sue told her friend.

A voice spoke through the communicator in Sue's ear. “She will be fine Honeypot. This is a routine mission. We have done this numerous times.” It was Janus, from the Starship GS. Sue clenched her fists in anger at his words. Volcana wasn't a lab-rat.

Volcana pulled the straps on her pack tightly around her muffin top stomach. “I'll be OK Honey, I can handle myself.” She took a deep breath and jumped out the open cargo bay, flying towards the rocky surface of the planet.

Sue turned and went back to the bridge, to see Lady Octopus and Geode Gene going over Volcana's vitals. Trapster was sitting adjusting his glue-guns. Zeitgeist, and Leap-Frog, the other two members of the strike-team were playing cards. They had done this before. Simple land, smash and grab job, yet, it always gave Sue fear to send Volcana down there first. She should go, with her invisibility powers, but she knew she couldn't expose herself.

“How is she doing,” Sue asked Dr. Trainer.

Trainer kept her eyes on the screen before her. “She is fine Ms. Honeypot. All vitals are normal.”

On the surface, Volcana landed softly, even for her large form. “The ground is soft,” she spoke to the jump-ship. The ear communicators had good distance so even the Starship could hear them. Volcana walked a few feet in every direction, just as instructed. No signs of heat or cold that would require her to use her unique powers.

“What do you see,” Lady Octopus asked from above.

Volcana noted the landscape. “It's gray and dusty!” She moved towards a hill. “Wait,” Volcana's eyes caught something coming out of the ground. It was a small jet coming from a hole. “It looks like....like some sort of gas!”

“Get a sample,” came the response from Janus on the Starship.

The large woman moved to the spouting gas, and produced a vial from her belt. The nanites in the vial would analyze the minerals and send the data back to the jumpship computers. She positioned the vial over the spout.

BEEEEEP! BEEEP! BEEEPP! Up on the jump-ship Sue twirled her head around the bridge of the ship as fear crept up her spine. Alarms sounded. A robotic voice on the jumpship spoke “Large amounts of radiation detected! Caution! Large amounts of radiation detected! Caution!” The message repeated itself.

“What's happening down there?” Sue shouted.

Lady Octopus, ever the scientist just read the readings. “It's nothing to worry about.”

“Then what the fuck is the alarm for,” Sue shouted. She pressed a button on a console in front of her to communicate clearly with Volcana. “Marsha, its S....Honey. GET OUT OF THERE NOW!” Honeypot's heart began to race fast, worrying about her friend.

The portly Damage Control technician tried to calm Honeypot. “It's nothing she can't handle.” He clicked the comms button in front of him. “Just turn into stone Ms. Rosenberg. He looked back at Sue. “There is nothing to worry about, it's why we use her. Her stone form won't absorb the radiation. She has only been down there a few minutes.”

Sue heard Janus speak from the Starship off in orbit at a distance. “Are the readings correct Dr. Trainer?”

The slim woman, with the tentacle arms surprised Susan when she seemed to smile. Well, it was a half smile. “It appears so Dr. Janus. The gas shows traces of Tritium.”

Honeypot knew that would mean an extended stay.

An hour later Sue walked on the surface, checking to see that her uniform's radiation blocking equipment was still at a hundred percent. She sighed, bored out of her mind. The Negative Four were again relegated to security duty around the new make-shift mining operation. At least it meant they'd be stationary for a bit. The Negative Four would be broken up into two teams. Each group had a cadre of N-Explorer mercs to supplement the security **** around the Damage Control's mining operation. Paste and Honey would take the days, while Zeitgeist and Leap-frog had night duty. Sue hated night duty. “Pays to be fucking the leader of the team,” Sue joked to herself as she checked her paste guns to make sure they were filled.

She looked down to see the immense operation to drill for Tritium. A sense of unease again gripped her form. Apparently, it was one of the most expensive elements in the known universe or any universe for that matter. Used in any number of things Geode told Sue, from gun sights to nuclear weapons. That made Sue cringe, and doubled her resolve to stop this endeavor. Who would benefit from this massive amount of such dangerous material.

Down in the ravine, she was in uncomfortable awe at the operation. There were large drills and huge machines to harvest solid material. Work stations had already been set up, and dozens of Damage Control and Gideon Trust employees worked like bees. Where was the money coming from? Was it all the Fantastic Four's funding? How were they hiding these assets from the legitimate accountants for Fantastic Four Inc.? Surely there were some left in the organization. There had to be. Sue was on the Board of Directors. How could they be doing all this unnoticed. There was more treachery than Sue knew about, and it made her stomach turn.

“I got it Honey!” The crackly machine voice of Vincent Patillio spoke over the comms from across the large ravine above the operation. She looked over to see the fat man in his frog suit. Still a ridiculous thing to behold, but he did his job. Sue walked back towards the jumpship. It was time to head back for the night. She saw Trapster waiting at the other end of the ravine, speaking with Zeitgeist. She approached the pair, and Trapster smacked her ass. “Let's go toots!”

The two walked towards the ship. The day was long and grinding, and had added to Sue's stress. Her head hung low and she yawned. The pair was greeted by Volcana at the opening of the cargo bay. “Done for the day?”

Sue nodded, she stopped short, and Trapster kept going onto the ship. He looked back and tapped his wristband. Sue nodded to him. She then crossed her arms and scolded her friend. “You know, you really should be careful and maybe START your mission in stone state.”

The larger woman, who Sue saw as almost a little sister, didn't like being lectured. “You know I can handle myself Honey. I'm WAY more powerful than you!” This made Susan Storm laugh out loud. More powerful than Honeypot maybe, not even close to the Invisible Woman. Her friend followed her like a puppy dog up to the bridge. “I can be on your team you guys,” she stated. Volcana had been insisting to be part of the Negative Four. Trapster told her that would make it “five” and the name wouldn't make sense. Sue tiredly listened to her friend moan and gripe about her place for an hour, while the jumpship returned and docked with the Starship GS.

The girls went to the woman's locker room, and stripped out of their uniforms. Sue set her locker to self clean, and wrapped a towel around her ample breasts. Sweat rolled down her body. Volcana walked behind the exhausted Sue. “I can help you guys,” Volcana insisted again.

Sue took off her towel, standing nude in front of the large woman. “I'll talk with Petie Marsha, but I'm not promising anything.” She watched as Volcana undid her own towel, and the woman's huge breasts fell free. Volcana had a swath of shaved hair over her pussy, in contrast to Sue's fully shaven cunt. Further, Sue's smaller form was tanned from various sun's and littered with tattoos, as opposed to Volcana's alabaster clear voluptuous skin. Quite the contrast.

Honeypot looked over Volcana's shoulder to see Dr. Trainer come into the shower area with a towel around her own body. The slim scientist nodded to the nude female friends. “Ladies.”

Curiosity took over Susan, and she hesitated outside the showers. “So, you want to catch a drink Marsha?” Sue feigned a conversation, glancing quickly to Lady Octopus. Dr. Trainer undid her towel and hung it on the rack, next to Susan and Marsha's. Her eyes took in Dr. Trainer's small form. She had never seen the woman naked before. On her back was the strange surgically installed hook up for her mechanical arms. Other than that, she was all lady. She was slim, almost no muscle, extremely skinny, with small pert breasts. A huge muff of red hair blotted out her vagina. No grooming there, Sue thought. Trainer was several inches shorter than Sue when her feet were on the ground, something she had never noticed before.

“Yeah, after dinner,” Volcana answered her friend.

Sue stood in the middle of the two starkly different woman. She was truly in the middle of these two. Volcana stood tall, and curvy. Sue was shorter but tight, toned and fit. Trainer was short and skinny. She felt close to the both of them in that moment. Even Trainer, with her cold demeanor. They were all just woman after all.

Dr. Trainer walked to the third shower, and as she opened the metal door to enter, Sue stopped her nervously. “Uh....I want to use that one Doc...sorry....I....”

Volcana had already entered the middle shower. Her large hair peaked out over the top of the shower stall. “Who cares, a shower is a shower.”

“I...I just want to use that one...it's bigger I think.,” Sue said in a southern twang. She made a motion with her arms to show size.

Trainer surprised Sue with an unexpected kindness. “No problem at all Ms. Honeypot.” She entered the first shower. “You can call me Carolyn!” She said and closed the metal door to her shower.

Sue walked to the last shower stall connected to the wall. She opened the door and found herself smiling. “And you can call me honey sugah.” Sue called back.

The noise of the water from the shower heads began to fill the room. Caroyln Trainer spoke over the noisy water. She was applying shampoo to her red hair. “I know you think we don't care about you're well being ladies,” she spoke. “But I personally appreciate what you woman do on this Starship!”

Volcana, in the next stall was elated at the scientists kindness, “That's so nice of you. Don't you think Sue?” She asked as she lathered up her ample breasts with soap. Volcana brought her own soap which had moisturizers and a lavender scent she loved.

From the next stall, Sue called over to her friend, “FUCK YEAH!”

Volcana was sensing the same emotions Sue did earlier. There was something endearing about Dr. Trainer at that moment. She never knew the doctor cared. “Me and Honey are going for a drink in a bit at the Gold Bar, would you like to join us Carolyn.”

Lady Octopus was rubbing the Starship's coarse standard issued soap. She wasn't one to use fancy soaps and creams. She stopped in her tracks when she heard the offer. Never before had anyone other then lusty men asked her for a drink. She had always refused them. Carolyn had to admit, she was rather bored being cooped up on this ship, with no one to talk to but technicians and scientists. Sure, she was a dedicated biochemist, but deep down, she was a human being. “I think I would like that very much,” the skinny young brilliant woman grinned.

The woman in the next stall hugged her curvy body. “Well, then its settled, a ladies night!” She looked over and down to Honey's stall to see Honey's legs pointing towards her. “What do you think of that Honey? Sounds fun right?”

From the next stall, Sue shouted “OH GOD YES! YES!”

Carolyn welled with pride at these omen’s enthusiastic acceptance of her. Finished with her shower, she exited the stall. She grabbed a towel and wiped her hair. “So I'll meet you guys in two hours?”

Volcana turned off her shower and agreed. “Sounds good. You know where my room is? Meet us there.” She came out of her own stall, dripping water from her womanly body. She walked around the corner to the lockers. “Honey, you done? Your taking forever!”

“I'M COMING! I'M COMING!” Honey responded loudly.

Marsha Rosenberg shook her head. Guess that woman loves a good shower, she thought. It was weird, as Honey was usually done before her.

Ten minutes ago....

Sue entered the shower with excited anticipation. She had almost fucked up big time and missed the last shower stall. Dr. Trainer would have been in for a big surprise. She kept looking down at the small metal soap holder in the wall opposite the stall Volcana was in. Her eyes widened when it slid to the side.

THAT FUCKER DID IT! Sue couldn't believe it. Trapster had stolen a large diamond drill from the tech-bay the night before. She asked what it was for, and Trapster told her he had “ganked it for a gloryhole”. It took him some time to explain to Sue what “ganked” (stolen) meant, so you can imagine how long it took to explain to her what a “gloryhole” was.

As the metal soap holder slid to the side, she saw a large hole in the wall. The men's locker room was adjacent to the women's. The showers were separated by an apparently thin wall. She gasped when she saw the uncircumcised cock slide through the whole. Never in her life had she even imagined such things as the Invisible Woman. She wondered what she would have thought a year ago seeing such a cock come through the hole. She thought about what she would say to herself back then. Now, as she stared at the fat cock of the Trapster all but staring it's one-eye back at her, she bent down. SUCK IT BITCH! She heard the Trapster's voice in her head. It made her laugh as she bent at the waist to put the cock in her mouth. She licked the tip, and began pushing her mouth over the cock. The girls were saying something behind her in the other stalls, but Sue's focus was on the cock protruding through the wall. It began to stiffen in her mouth, and she pulled off, water and pre-cum dripping off her lips.

She turned around and bent down, pushing her arms against the far metal stall divider which seperated Volcana's shower from hers. Initially she had reservations about this “gloryhole” business, but now she just wanted some relief from the long day. No she NEEDED relief. She grabbed the cock in her hand and guided it to her snatch, feeling the water lubricate the wonderful cock as the tip filled her entrance. “FUCK YEAH!” Sue shouted feeling so naughty and alive. She couldn't believe what she was doing. It was so wrong, so naughty, and so hot. So much different than anything Susan Storm-Richards would have done. She just began to back her hips against the cock fucking herself onto it. She couldn't believe the things Trapster got her to do. He was such as stud, all he had to do was shove his dick in a hole and it was getting fucked hard. She wondered how he looked on his end as she squeezed her ass cheeks while his cock was deep inside her.

She began frantically fucking back at the cock. It was driving her wild with lust at the thought of it all. Her friend, a mere few inches of metal between them as she was fucking a cock coming from the wall. Here she was, the Invisible Woman, Susan Storm-Richards getting "gloryholed" by the fucking Trapster. Who wouldn't pay to see that online, she thought. It was too much for her to handle. She pushed back until his cock was fully inside her, her ass smashing against the cold wet wall.

“OH GOD YES! YES!” She cried out, not caring who heard anymore. She was loving every minute of this. With her ass against the wall, and the huge cock buried deep inside her, she just grinded her butt in circles. Over and over, she squeezed her ass, and moved clockwise then counterclockwise.

Her head fell down and her eyes opened wide, as she felt a tremendous orgasm build. She knew she should hide it all. Knew this was wrong, and they'd be reprimanded. But the whole thing was so erotically wonderful, she didn't care. They always had sex after missions, but this was a whole new wrinkle in their sexual adventures. Trapster was an amazing lover, Sue admitted to herself. It never gets old with him, or soft.

“I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!” Sue shouted, WANTING the girls to hear. In that instance, she wanted them to hear how wonderfully, how FANTASTICALLY she was getting fucked. She felt the cock spurt hot seed deep inside her, and then she tip toed forward feeling it's girth exit her folds. With a splash a shower of cum poured down to the tiled floor and bubbled up around the drain. Sue was shaking her head as she looked down at the cock with a blissful smile of disbelief. She sank to her knees as water cascaded over her body, and cleaned the member of its dripping seamen, and her own womanly slickness. She found herself on her knees smiling and waving at the cock, like someone saying goodbye to a friend, as it slowly sank back into the wall until it was gone.

Sue stood up, and washed her body off whistling with a renewed vigor. Her head high, and a smile on her face, she watched the soap holder slide back in place. She got out of the shower and toweled herself off as she turned the corner to the lockers with a song in her step. “MMMmmmmmm.....such a good shower.” Sue was brimming with glee as she rubbed the towel in her pink hair.

“Really, I'm glad, no offense, but you were in a crummy mood a few minutes ago.” Volcana admitted.

Sue shrugged as she hung up her towel. “Honestly, I think I just needed that hot shower action!”

Marsha was pretty much dressed. She looked down at Sue's legs. “You still got soap on your legs,” Volcana pointed to her legs. “A lot of it!”

Sue looked down to see the bubbly substance she was referring too. When Volcana turned her head, Sue wiped her finger over her legs and brought the white gooey cum to her lips. “Mmmmmmm!” She said dreamily. Starship life wasn't so bad.

“So get dressed. We are meeting Carolyn and going to the Gold Bar in two hours!” Volcana added as she walked to the door.

Sue was confused, “The Doc is coming? Since when?”

Two hours later...

Sue smacked her lips over a paper towel in the bathroom of her living quarters to make sure her lipstick had set. She looked over too see one of Trapster's dirty gold and maroon pants hanging in the shower. It made her remember what Marsha had said earlier in the gym, about “living with the Trapster”. Despite her previous misgivings about the notion, in reality she was already living here with the Trapster. The strange realization caused her pussy to quiver slightly. It was such a drastic change in only a few weeks. Well, only a few hours by Earth time. From prim and proper married super-heroine wife living in a Manhattan high-rise, to the slutty villainess shacking up with the lowlife criminal thug in a small filthy room. The black lipstick and eye-shadow spoke to the immense change.

It gave Sue a giddy pleasure to think how she was now perceived as Honeypot. She wasn't the intelligent, strong powerful inspiring female member of the Fantastic Four. She was something far different out here. In the past, she had played the part of damsel in distress, to her dismay. In the Baxter Building she was relegated to den mother of the Fantastic Four. To the public, she was a female role model. Many times, she had played the responsible friend to She-Hulk, Janet Van Dyne and others on a “girls night out”. On the Starship GS she filled a role she had never before known, but always wondered about; she was simply the “slut”. She shivered with a naughty jolt of adrenaline at the notion. There were times when she looked down on Jennifer Walters for acting “slutty”, but now reveled in the role herself. It was a different way to be invisible, as no one suspected any intelligent intentions behind Honeypot's actions, all the while remaining EXTREMELY visible to at least male eyes. The way men here ogled her, and hung on her words while fixated on her boobs gave her a sense of power she never had before. She didn't have to be the Invisible Woman to get attention (even if she wasn't craving it), she just needed to show the “goods” that the gracious gods gave her. It was all fun, maybe a little too fun.

She turned around to check her outfit in the full length mirror. It took her a little work to get perks like full length mirrors, but flirting and flashing her ass around Lenny Ballinger, the foreman for Damage Control got a girl a lot. She pulled up the waistband of her tight shiny maroon leggings that accentuated her muscular ass. Squats were doing nicely by her ass, something she didn't work on back home. She pushed her boobs up, and pulled down the matching shiny maroon lyrca boob tube top, that barely covered her firm breasts. For a minute, she thought about showing some under-cleavage, pulling the top just below her nipples. This thought again sent an electric shock of sexual excitement down to her loins. That would be too much, she second guessed herself. It was enough to have her breast popping out as they did, with her erect nipples visibly poking through at even the slightest temperature change.

Her wrist-comm buzzed on the white marble sink. It was a text from Trapster. “Got it dollface”. Sue had informed him to “STAY AWAY” from the Gold Bar. She needed to be in full Honeypot form, figuratively and literally. In fact, since sex in the shower, she hadn't seen Peter. She caught a quick dinner with Marsha and nurse Georgia. Trapster had been down in the hangar bay where the vehicles were kept tinkering with his speeder-bike. She thought about him down there, rubbing his greasy hands over his bald head, working on his cycle. She thought about his muscles, and.....DAMN it, she was getting horny. In fact, her hand was rubbing her crotch and she hadn't noticed. She stopped herself, and adjusted her hair in the mirror. How had he turned views about him around so easily. A year ago the thuggish brutish biker villain repulsed her, and now he had her knees week.

“I guess that is what some great sex will do to a girl,” she said out loud, and began to put black gel in her pink hair, giving her pink hair one long black down the middle, but slightly to the left side. It matched the black make-up. She pulled on her yellow leather vest, which left her arms exposed. The arm sleeve tattoos she had on both arms were visible. She had inked two large paste-guns, older versions from Trapster's past. They were “cuter” she told them. Both arms had the tip of the gun on her forearms, with dripping “goo”. She loved them really. Sue wrapped the spiked black choker around her neck to finish the look.

Leaving the bathroom, she sat on the grimy brown couch. Many people had nice upholstery and furniture. Trapster had some dingy couch brought in. There were **** stains, cigarette burns, and more than a few cum stains littering the couch. Tallying it up one night, Sue was certain more of her “shit” was on the couch that Trapster's. When she squirted, she gushed. “It makes it mine,” she joked. She grabbed her black platform heels and pulled them on over her feet. These heels made her six inches taller, almost Volcana's height.

She stood up and grabbed a dying cigarette from the full ashtray on the wooden table. The orange glow of the butt glared brighter when she sucked in a drag. Pushing out her ass, she looked at her self in the full length mirror. “Sex walking” as Trapster sometimes called her. Honeypot had to look good tonight. It was part of her plan. As the Invisible Woman her powers were grand and often unstoppable. There were still even times when being invisible was necessary. As Honeypot, it was the exact opposite. Her powers came from the confidence in the body she had long sought to hide. As the Invisible Woman, she could lift men off their feet, as Honeypot, she brought them to their knees. Looking at her pert ass in the shiny leggings and juggling her boobs in the shiny top, she realized Honeypot's powers were no less deadly, dangerous and unstoppable.

She pushed the cigarette into the ashtray blotting it several times, and walked to the door.

It was time to go to work.