Paste and Honey Issue 7: A break in action! A return to action!

Hours later...

As they came back into the Sue was yelling at Marsha and Carolyn. Both had jumped into the fight with some local forces who were attempting to stop the mining production. “You could have been killed,” Sue yelled at them as she took off her helmet.

“We were trying to help Honeypot,” Volcana told her friend.

Sue shook her head. “You guys can help from the ship. There are no Nega-Bolts, get it out of your head.”

Lady Octopus walked on her appendages after Honeypot. “It does make sense to have more powered people with abilities assisting in the field.”

Sue had to admit, it was nice to have more hands for the fight. So that was the day the Nega-bolts were formed, with Vasquez even added to provide firepower. She was suited with a bullet-proof and fire-proof exo-suit. The Nega-bolts, thanks to Ethan Crane, even had there own gym, shower, and spa. All were fully staffed. There were even certain technological amenities Sue was getting used to.

A week later....

The blonder heroine Susan Storm-Richards ran down the alleyway, she waved to her husband Reed and her team. “I'm on the Trapster,” Sue shouted as she twirled her long metallic bo-staff. “Go get the others.” She looked over her shoulder. Reed's stomach shimmered for a second. Weird, Sue thought, he wasn't supposed to have his powers. Neither did she. Not here. She looked down to her dainty little feet. No boots either. The ground was oddly soft and warm. It wasn't dirty even a little as she slowly walked.

Sue looked down to her odd outfit. It was shiny blue latex with a black “4” right over her chest in weird font. It was tight and accentuated her ample curves. Maybe too much. It was hard to move in. “I don't think we ever had these costumes before,” she thought.

“Hello dollface,” Peter Petrsuky, the Trapster came out of the shadows.

Sue leered at him. “Don't call me that Petrusky,” she flipped her staff at him and he backed up in time. Sue saw he was wearing a similar material that was all shiny yellow and purple. She saw his odd yellow boots, and shook her head. Why does he get boots? Sue flipped around and attempted a roundhouse kick expertly, but Trapster lifted his gun and blocked it. The **** still sent him back. If Sue could use her powers she would end this quickly. She went to lift her hand, due to muscle memory of using her powers, and sighed when nothing happened. “Shit.”

That hesitation was all Trapster needed. He lifted his guns and shot her hands. The material that came out shimmered like Reed's stomach. Still, she couldn't move her hands.

“Got you dollface,” Petrusky laughed and shot her feet as well. It happened fast and Sue fell over almost on her face. The ground caught her fall. Again, it was thankfully soft and accommodating. Still, it hurt and she groaned.

“Asshole,” she muttered trying to struggle.

She found herself easily lifted by the larger man. She felt so small now, without her powers, in this predicament with this muscular man. Being literally handled like a doll. “What are you doing,” she said with a little honest fear.

“Something I should have done long ago Mrs. Richards!” Trapster had found a chair, which shimmered and flickered. He had Susan Storm-Richards over his knee, her ass covered in the blue shiny fabric almost smiled at him. Trapster pulled out a knife from his belt and ripped a whole in the the uniform. “No panties Mrs. Richards,” he laughed.

“Fuck you,” Sue squirmed, but he had her hands in his grip. That is when she felt the spank. It was hard and fast. Right on her rear. He seemed to hit her whole ass and it was on fire. “Owww fuck, what are you,” she was cut off with another loud smack of her ass.

“You need some discipline Mrs. Richards,” the Trapster taunted her softly, running his hands over her ass. It was red with hands marks now. “I know how bad you've been. I know how bad you are.” Then he rubbed his finger over the bottom of her pussy cauing her to swuirm in his hands.

“Unnnnhhhh,” Sue moaned, her head going down. “Cut it out you brute!” She felt another slap of her ass.

“Don't tell me what to do bitch,” Petrusky said sternly, and now pinched her ass. She jumped at the shock of the pinch, but it was all too close to her now blossoming pussy. He rubbed her now wet and engorged folds and teased. “Someone's excited,” he put pressure inside her cunt.

Sue squeeled from the feeling. Trapster, even in this position had found her spot. “Oh god.....” she cooed as her toes curled.

“Cum for me Mrs. Richard, cum all over my hand.” He applied pressure to her bud and mainpulated it like a pro. Soon, her juices flushed from her pussy and Sue cried out.

“OH GOD PETIE! I NEED YOU TO FUCK ME PLEASE!” She was creaming all over his hands, begging this villain to fuck her. She needed it. She knew he could give it.

Trapster stood up and cut the material from the crotch of his uniform. He then reached down and cut the goo from her ankles releasing her feet. The goo shimmered and disappeared. Sue wasted no time and jumped off his lap and was on her knees, her legs free. Her hands still bound she began to jerk his cock, licking the large purple tip. Pleased at how hard he was, she stood up and straddled him right on the chair. She was facing away, and reached down to ease his cock inside her. It still felt so wonderful and huge after all this time. Her wet pussy basically clamped around his cock as she sank down, burying him inside her.

“OH FUCK TRAPSTER! OH GOD I LOVE YOUR COCK!” She began a quicker rhytmn and bounced up and down on his dick. She bent low at the waist and was able to touch the ground with her hands and still maintain her bouncing, his cock never leaving her tight wet snatch. Seeing her bent down, her ass in front of him, his dick deep inside the Invisible Woman, Peter Petruksy thought he could die happy.

He groaned and began blasting his orgasm deep inside the young heroine. Her own orgasm was coating his cock, dripping down to his balls and onto the floor. His cum began to mix with her juices. She came back up and turned to kiss him as they both finished erupting their orgasms all over each other.

Exhausted and satisfied, Sue stood up cum bubbled from her opening and closing pussy. “Simulation FF over!” With that, the entire room shimmered, and flickered, and all the scene disappeared. All that remained were a few chairs, boxes, and other small things to “sit and lay” on. Sue loved this holo-deck. She could almost be herself. But as she looked down at her tattooed body, and felt her shaved hair, she knew it was back to the ship. “Shit,” she looked at her torn silver holo-deck uniform, and to Trapster's. “You have to be more careful with these Pete!” Then she reached down and felt cum pouring out. “And we make WAY too much of a mess in here. There isn't supposed to be DNA in here. You cum too much Petrusky!” She stuck out her tongue at him and winked. He did. But she did that to him.

A week later....

Sue was chasing after an Arthros patrolmen. A portion of Annihilus's army was located outside of the Gideon Trust's mining zone. The Nega-bolts were fighting a small cadre of insectoid aliens.

“Behind you,” Volcana shouted and she jumped in front of Sue and went into her rock form. The insectoid solider fired a blast. The look on Volcana's face told Sue everything. She was hit, and her rock form hadn't stopped the damage.

The fight was long. Sue spent the time defending Lady Octopus and Vasquez, while Volcana was down. After they had chased the patrol away, Sue and Lady Octopus struggled to get Volcana to the ship. Within an hour they were in the medbay.

“Marsha will be fine,” the doctor assured Sue and Carolyn.

Trapster was smoking a cigar with a smile. Sue was livid. She pulled him aside. “They are going to die out there. They aren't fighters, they aren't trained. Its too dangerous.”

Peterusky waved her off. “They'll be fine dollface! Besides the board and the suits like the Nega-bolts more than the Negative Four!”

Sue wouldn't be a part of this. It was time to end this. This had gone on too long.

A week later.....

Susan Storm-Richards sat on the purple sanded beach of Klaatu 5. It was a resort planet in the Zone. She had secretly bought a small estate on the beach for this exact purpose. She sat sipping this planet's version of a margarita. She looked at the purple water and thought of Petrusky. She sighed, remembering how much he looked like a puppy dog when she said she had to leave. It was time. It had all been fun, maybe too much, Sue laughed, but it was always on a time limit. She couldn't risk her friends lives, but they insisted on staying on the team. So she did the next best thing and quite.

Trapster kept saying he'd “come get her” someday. She almost felt a strange excitement about that day. What would happen when they fought on opposite sides. Who knew? She called her robots. They were asexual service bots. Not that she didn't use tools to have sex with here. She just wanted to dial down the speed of her libido. It was back to a different life.

She touched her hair. It was about an inch all around. She had shaved her whole head and her blonde hair was growing back. Her tatoos were gone. All except the words “Honey” and “Paste”. The letters were tatooed under her toes. It was a reminder of her wonderful time. Trapster had loved it. The letters were small enough to not be seen unless she stretched her toes. Not that Reed would ever really inspect her body in that manner, she thought, not like Petrusky would, she laughed again. Even if he did check she had certain powers to hide things.

She spent her days reading and relaxing. An almost vacation from her vacation. She needed it to regrow her hair to a decent length. As if she had never left. She was going back to Earth after several weeks alone, reflecting, and contemplating. She felt an odd emptiness and felt embarrassed realizing that she had actually developed an affection for that life. She wondered if she even had genuine feelings for....no...she couldn't think like that. He was just some thug. Some low-life villain. He had gotten the opportunity of a lifetime. But oh man, Sue thought as she sat reading her book, could that D-lister fuck.

She finally returned home, still keeping that estate in the Zone. Who knows. It wasn't hard to just shut down the servants. It was only around 5PM on Earth, and she realized she had spent a year in the zone. And only several hours had past here. An entire year. She didn't look on day older, but she had experienced so much.

Around 10PM Johnny came home from his date. “Anything happen today,”

“Nope,” Sue said with a wry smile.

Ben came home a few days later. Reed came shortly after that. The first night home, Sue all but attacked Reed. He was intrigued by her enthusiasm and they had a decent night of sex. For Reed it had been about a week. For Sue, she hadn't had sex with her husband in over a year. It was a strange feeling. No, Reed didn't have the crazy sexual passion of Peter Petruksy, but he was her husband, and it all felt comfortable once again.

She returned to her life with more of an ease than she thought. And as the days past she got back into the role of den-mother for the team, but now she had a hop in her step and a smile. She appreciated it all more now.

About two months later, Sue was making pancakes when she saw Ben Grimm flipping through the news. Sue turned white when she saw the report on the screen. A bank had been robbed by a man using paste guns. A rush of emotions flooded Sue. More than that, she felt her pussy moisten uncontrollably. Shit, she thought.

“Looks like Paste Pot is back,” Ben laughed.

Johnny nodded, “Haven't seen Pastey in a bit!”

“HE HATES that name,” Sue said stirring the pancake mix. It had just slipped out, but no one noticed.

“He's such a putz,” Ben added. “Let Spidey deal with him.”

Sue muttered, “He isn't that dumb,” but she said it softly. Why was she defending him. She stirred the pot, trying to block out all the images that were racing through her head. Her ex was in town. It was really the truth of the statement now. The Trapster for all intents and purposes was her “ex”. It made her red in the face. Then she saw the reported holding up something. There was no sound, but Sue could see the item. It was a dollface. It actually made her laugh out loud.

Reed called from the lab, his face appearing on the side of the TV screen. Ben grunted. “Can you go deal with the Trapster, Susan?”

Sue almost dropped her bowl. “Are you serious? Do you think that's like....um smart....” She had a weird ditz voice to her tone. She corrected herself. “Is that worth it.”

Reed answered, “Yeah, I need Johnny and Ben down here in a bit, and I just want to know if the Wizard or somebody is behind this. You can handle it. You've handled him before.”

Sue laughed loudly. Everyone gave her a look.

An hour later....

Trapster sat in the bed of his shitty little lair. It was just a motel room. He heard the door open and then close. He didn't see anyone. “Took you a bit!”

“Subtle,” Sue came into view and had the dollface in her hand. She threw it at him.

“Miss me?” Trapster said, unbuckling his pants.

Minutes later....

“OH GOD BABY!” Sue cried out, her hair being pulled from behind as Trapster slammed his cock in her from behind. “I MISSED YOU SO MUCH! I MISS YOU COCK STUD!” She moaned. “YOU OWN MY PUSSY!” She felt that emptiness gone in an instant as Trapster began to fuck her hard and fast. She was cumming and cumming all over his cock. Reed just couldn't fuck her like she needed, and here was her ex, back in town. It wasn't so bad that way, she rationalized. Trapster was her “ex”. She began humping back at him, trying to get every inch inside her. Her hands gripped the sheets as her pussy gripped his invading cock.

His suit was strewn about the bed and the chair, as was her Fantastic Four outfit. The room smelled like sex and was filled with screams and moans.

He soon rolled onto his back, and Sue got on top. She eased herself onto his cock and began to buck and ride, while he merely laid with his arms behind his head. “Any time I'm in town this pussy is mine babe!”

“Oh it's yours,” she cooed kissing his face, “ANYTIME you need it babe,” she pushed her pussy down onto his cock.

Trapster flipped her over and her legs were on his shoulders. He began plowing into her. She was screaming at the top of her lungs. Sue was cumming non-stop, and her head was spinning with stars. She felt his hot seed blast into her womb, and it filled her completely, causing one last intense orgasm. He rolled off and she put her head on his chest, her pussy leaking gobs of his cum.

“We need you back Honeypot,” Trapster said seriously. “The team isn't the same without you. I can't lead it alone!”

“You just need this pussy,” she slapped him.

Trapster laughed, “I do, but we need you. The team needs you. It's your team Sue!”

An hour later...Negative Zone....

Volcana and Leapfrog were cornered. So were Zeitgeist and Lady Octopus. The Starjammers had them. They were all about to drop their weapons and give up. From out of nowhere blasts of Paste hit the Starjammers sending them back.

Raza Longknife, the current leader of the Starjammers was livid. They had these goons dead to rights. Then they were blasted. When he got his footing he saw Trapster, with a smaller female in similar garb holding paste guns. Volcana, the Octopus Lady, Leapfrog, Zeitgeist, and the female in the green armor all lined up behind the Trapster and the female Trapster.

“Who are you,” Raza asked the female Trapster preparing to fight.

“I'm the Honeypot,” she pulled up her guns. “And we're the FUCKING NEGA-BOLTS!”

(Ok. So lots of jumping. Sorry. Just wanted to do some scenes I thought about. So had Sue made her decision of which team she is a part of? Stay tuned true believers. This is a 12 part mini series comic after all.)