Origin of Honeypot Pink Part 2

A week later...

Sue stood in the middle of the makeshift track on a windy desert planet in the Negative Zone. A crowd had gathered to watch the speeder race. This event was less than legal due to the dangerous nature of speeder-bike racing. The “take” from this race would be about as much as they got from robbing those small planet banks. It wasn't about the money. It was about the thrill. Sue felt the chill of the wind as it threatened to blow up her short skirt, only adding to her excitement.

This was just a “stop” Trapster and Honeypot had told the N-Explorers. They were making a lot of “stops”. Today was different. Sue felt giddy as she held up her purple handkerchief. Petrusky was gonna show her how fast he could ride. She knew how he could “ride”, now she was gonna see her man ride! She thought it so strange to call the Trapster “her man”. This was all just a fun game, she kept telling herself. Part of her sexual “vacation” as she called it.

She had no idea just how hot this “biker” lifestyle was, or that she would even care about “bikes” or “cycles” or whatever. It was more the Trapster's style than Sue's. So it was strange how she reacted earlier in the day when Peter pulled the dusty blue tarp covering off the speeder-bike he had in the hangar. Her eyes went wide at the sight of the black chrome speeder. It was costumed made, with a Harley Davidson chassis above a retrofitted hover-rocket undercarriage. The N-Explorers had helped him turn his bike from Earth into a useful mode of transportation in the N-Zone.

As Sue ran her fingers over the seat and the handlebars with switches and levers she didn't understand she found herself uncharacteristically excited both sexually and mentally. There was a power and a danger to this vehicle. It appeared vicious and grimy just like its owner. She imagined Petrusky working on the sleek metal with oil stains over his hard body. The polished shiny metal was not unlike Peter's shaven head and body, right down to his smooth balls. The whole machine fit Trapster's thuggish persona, and she looked at him as he used a wrench to tighten a bolt. She had to admit, in his element he was kind of a gritty stud. For the first time, she thought of the word “stud” to describe this delinquent hooligan. She wondered if that bimbo Greta had felt the same way when she touched Trapster's bike.

Maybe he wasn't just the low-life goon other villains like the Wizard treated him as. She had to agree that he was different than other lovers. With Sluggo and even Reed, she largely took control. Here, with Trapster, she was just his “ol' lady”. She spoke when HE wanted. Which she had to get used to, or feel the shock of the control rod. She moved when he did. If she didn't....ZAP! It was a subservient life, but an easy one, filled with sex and fun. Sue could shut her brain off and just enjoy the moment. She hated that being treated this way aroused her. It made life a lot less stressful. Still, she remained resolved in returning home to her old life. She wasn't going to let this punk, stud or not, sway her towards this lifestyle.

She had to do as she was told for now. Trapster wanted to race. He found a competitor, and it was Sue's turn to play her role. She knew what she had to do. Despite her misgivings about her part in this race, she was nervously anxious to see it through. She was shocked at how eager she was to “please” Petrusky in one way or another.

Now here she was, ready to play the honeypot out in the desert on an illegal racing course. Her pink skirt flowed in the wind as the two racers revved the engines. Peter was on the left. A Zennlavian was on the right. Sue didn't know much about bikes, or speeders. But she could tell the Zennlavian was going to be riding a “crotch-rocket” as Peter called it. The Trapster had a custom speeder-bike. It looked like a Harley. It made Sue wet when he revved the engine.

Why isn't he looking at me, Sue thought. Though, she knew that it was imperative to plan that they appeared to not know one another. The Invisible Woman, or Honeypot Pink as she was now called still felt a sense of anger that he didn't even look in her direction. With the short pink skirt, and tight pink top barely covering her boobs, she was the center of attention for all males in attendance. The Trapster's competitor was no different.

After initially protesting and getting a thorough electric shock, she dressed for the part. She was wearing the typical slutty school-girl outfit of many Earth men fantasies. An outfit that she had never even dreamed of getting into in the past. She had on a pink skirt, a pink tight top wrapped around her breasts, and pink knee high socks. She had on pink sneakers that had been custom made to have high-heels in the back. Though the race was well attended, it seemed Sue was the main show. “When I lift the fabric,” Sue instructed over the din of the engines and the crowd “you go!” She winked at the Zennlavian. She had been flirting with him the whole time, and paid no attention to the Trapster.

Sue took a deep breath. “READY!” She let out the air. “SET!” Sue then lifted her leg up into the air and caught it in her hand. She sighed with relief realizing she still was flexible enough to pull this off. The crowd, and the Zennlavian got a view of her shaven wet cunt as the fabric of her skirt lifted. “GOOOOOO!” She shouted.

The Zennlavian hesitated as he took in the woman's cunt. Trapster hit the ground running. The race was over before it began. The “Honeypot” had struck again. Trapster all but lapped his competitor, who was more than mad when he saw the flag-girl speed off with the winner of the race.

She was rewarded with a naked ride in back of the Trapster as they sped through the green hills of this planet. The engine below her purring under her exposed pussy. It was driving her wild. She wanted to grab Trapster's cock and jerk him off, but feared crashing. He looked so manly and strong during the race, and now here, she was smitten with his looks. He sure was a handsome fucking villain. This all excited her so much. They stopped at a spot that overlooked a city.

“Bend over toots!” Trapster instructed. Sue did as told and just bent over the bike. She felt his hands grip her hips, and he speared her right there. Other speeders rode by on the busy throughway as Trapster just fucked her rapidly on the side of the road. Sue's tongue was out and she was drooling as he fucked her to frenzy. As she continued to cum on his cock, bent over his bike, she realized how this thug got woman. He was just that a thug. A hot, studly well hung thug who fucked like a champion.

She felt his “paste” fill her up. He smacked her ass and pulled out with a “pop”. Trapster clicked his fingers. He pointed to his purple leather pants. Sue knew he wanted her to pull them up. She did as instructed. “Smoke doll!” He snapped his fingers again. Sue reached into a side bag and pulled out his pack of Marlboro. She put one in his mouth. “Light?” He stated. She reached for a lighter in the purple and yellow leather bag. Sue lit her own cigarette and puffed in post coital bliss.

She was constantly thinking about his old girlfriend Greta, or “Glue Girl” as she called herself back then. Sue was constantly comparing herself to that girl and others she remembered seeing with Trapster. She was by far prettier. Bigger breasts, firmer ass, nicer body, hotter face. Why did she care, she thought. They weren't here, and Sue was pleasing this thug at every turn. Those sluts waited on him hand and foot. Sue wasn't that type. She wasn't just some bimbo that would drop to her knees at a word.

“Clean me,” Trapster clicked his fingers and pointed to his wet cock.

Shit, thought Sue, his dick is filthy. Sue got on her knees on the hard black pavement. The rocks scrapped her knees as she licked his cock clean of her own juices and his cum. It was fine, since by now her knees were scuffed and scrapped to the point of being callused. Would Greta do this? I don't think so, Sue thought. Bitch didn't know how to please a man.

A few weeks later....in a seedy bar somewhere in the Negative Zone.

Honeypot Pink walked into the large bar going over the instructions of this mission in her head. She was dressed in tight black leather skirt, with black fishnets and black high-heeled boots. She had on a leather jacket that covered a fishnet shirt over a black bra. She saw the Kree warrior the Gladiator in the corner. He was talking to Moon-Dragon and Drax. Something BIG was going down. That's why they were here. Sue and Peter needed to steal plans from the Starjammers who were helping these heavy hitters. Sue was worried someone would recognize her.

Her gloved hand gripped Peter's hand as they made there way to a table that looked like a pool table. Corsair and Raza Longknife noted Peter Petrusky, and waved him over. Sue kept her eyes down and stood behind Trapster. For some reason she was nervous. She knew the plan, Trapster had went over it, but this was risky.

“I can't do this,” Sue pleaded. She wanted to run. It was too big of a risk. She would be recognized.

“Dollface,” Peter stopped and gripped her chin. It caused Sue's knees to weaken. She loved when he called her that. It was such a cute name. Why did he have that ability on her, she blushed. “You've got this. You're the hottest thing in here and no one will think about anything else!”

His words gave her confidence and she found herself clinging to his arm. “Hey Corsair? How longs it been!”

The man known as Corsair, father of Scott Summers and Alex Summers. “Peter Petrusky,” he held out his hand, “I didn't think I'd see you here. The Trapster in the Negative Zone?” He turned his attention to the woman on Peter's arm. Sue didn't return his gaze. She was sure he had made her as he lingered over her form. “Who is this morsel of delight!”

“This is my girl. Her name is Honey!” He clicked his fingers. “Say hi to the man Honey!”

Sue's face went red. Did he just call me “his girl”. She felt surprisingly elated by this latest pet-name. With new confidence, Sue did a small bow, and held out her hand. “Nice to meet you!” Clearly he didn't notice who she was.

Corsair kissed her hand. “The pleasure is all mine!” The old space pirate still had his swagger.

Sue was introduced to Raza next. “Do I know you?” He asked.

She stopped in her tracks. She had met these men multiple times. She looked to Trapster who just gave her a look and a nod in Raza's direction telling her to speak up.

Sue swallowed a frog in her throat. “Do you speeder race? I'm kinda a circuit groupie in the zone?”

Raza nodded, “I bet that it!” He went back to the table with a stick. The game seemed almost identical to pool, but with a round table and oval balls.

Trapster pointed to the bar. “Get us some drinks toots,” he shooed her away.

Sue moved fast towards the bar. She looked back to see the men laughing and joking. Trapster looked so tall and strong and sure of himself. She looked over his rippling muscles in his red shirt as he crossed his arms, and his bald head. Damn, he was a fucking gorgeous thug. She wanted to please him right there and then. She just wasn't sure she could pull this off.

She ran past the bar to the bathroom. She wanted to puke. This was too close for comfort. It was dangerous. She sat on the toilet and tried her best to keep calm. She stood up and walked to the mirror. The woman that greeted her, with dark black make-up, black lipstick, and a pink mohawk was almost unrecognizable. She saw the woman as if for the first time. In her head, the image spoke to her. “Ain't no one gonna recogniiize you liiike thaaat dollface,” she was surprised to hear herself call herself dollface and speak in southern accent. The image continued, “You're gonna be fiiine honey.”

Sue shook her head, “I can't do this,” she said aloud to her imaginary counterpart. “I'm gonna get caught!” She reached for her purse. She pulled out a smoke and began to take drags right there.

“Look at how far you've come honey,” her imaginary image pointed to the smoke. “You think Sue Storm would dress liiiike thaaat and smoke cigs, and fuck liiike a philly!”

The Invisible Woman shook her head, “it's all just a game. I'm just playing a part. None of its real.”

The woman in the mirror laughed, “Nonsense, this isn't just a game dahlin. Look at you. You're Honeypot Pink. You're Trapster's ol' lady now. His girl. You heard him!”

Sue looked down. “No. It's just til I get back!”

“Dahling,” The image snickered. “When you get back I give it a day before you are on your knees sucking Pete's cock! Can you tell me when he calls you ain't gonna come a runnin?”

Sue shrugged. “I can't. I'm not...I'm married...this is just for fun.”

The counterpart's head fell back in the mirror chuckling loudly. “You ain't nothing but Trapster's bitch. His moll, His ol' lady. His woman. Collar or no collar!”

The heroine pleaded with herself. “That's not true. I'm Susan Storm-Richards, the Invisible Woman of the Fantastic Four! This is just...”

The image in the mirror grew stern. “This is the funnest time you've ever had in your proper liiiife and you know it. There ain't nothin wrong with wanting an easy liiife of fun and great sex with a hot as fuck well hung stud of a villain.” The image pointed at Sue in her mind. “LOOK AT ME!” Sue shot up at the anger in her own imaginary voice. “STAND UP STRAIGHT HONEYPOT PINK! BE PROUD!” Sue put her shoulders back. “NOW REPEAT AFTER ME! I'M TRAPSTER'S BITCH AND THERE AIN'T NOTHING WRONG WITH IT!”

Sue nodded, “I'm Trapster's bitch and there ain't nothing wrong with it!”

The counterpart screamed in her head. “LOUDER YOU CUNT!”

Sue found herself shouting at the top of her lungs. “I'M THE TRAPSTER'S BITCH AND THERE AIN'T NOTHING WRONG WITH IT!” She said it with the southern twang.

No longer was the image in the mirror speaking, Sue saw that it was herself that was psyching her up. It was then that Sue realized why she was so torn, not because she felt shame at being Petrusky's woman, but that she wasn't worthy. Why would someone as studly as that thug want prim and proper Susan Richards as his girlfriend. That just didn't work. Sue looked at herself again and thought about all she had done. She could do this. She could be a good “bitch”.

She pointed to herself in the mirror. “You're the best bitch Trapster has ever had. Better than Greta or any other tramp. You're not his ****. Your his girlfriend. And you're ok with that.” She laughed. “You're downright excited to your cunt about it” She gritter her teeth at her own image. “YOU GET THAT FIIINE ASS OUT THERE AND DO AS YOUR MAN TELLS YOU!”

Minutes later Sue emerged with her head high. She ordered a drink. You can do this, she told herself. She walked seductively over to the table and handed Trapster a drink. “Here you go dahlin,” she grabbed a stick and asked Raza if she could join. He agreed and the honeypot was on. Sue bent down to pick up a shot, allowing her skirt to hike up. Corsair was behind her talking to Trapster. Both his eyes and Raza's were on the bottom of Sue's ass.

The game continued, and Sue walked over to the other side. She bent down low, allowing the tight leather to come down just a bit, exposing the tops of her cleavage. She glanced up to Raza whose eyes were on her tits. Next, she looked to Corsair, and saw the same. She noted the erection in Corsair's tight pants, and the idea that she was giving this old pirate a boner made her giggle. The father of two of her superhero friends was ogling her young body. “Eyes up here boys,” she said and sank a shot into the long slit that was on the other end.

The honeypot worked like a charm. Trapster stole the materials he needed. It was information on the various metals and ores on the planets throughout the zone. Whatever reason these heavy hitters were in the zone didn't matter. The N-Explorers just wanted the precious metals. As Sue bent down again, giving a nice view of her toned legs, she wondered if it was Annihilus that had them meeting here. His Annihilation wave maybe? For the first time in Sue's life, the voice in her head said “What the fuck do I caaare,” in a southern drawl. She wondered if the Trapster needed as smoke, a drink, or a blowjob.

When Moon-Dragon, Drax, and the Gladiator called over the Starjammers, Trapster and Sue watched them discuss some unknown impending doom, Trapster knew it was time to leave. He made his exit with Honeypot out the back door. They made their way to a dark alley. Trapster took out his communicator to signal the extraction. Before he did, he clicked his fingers. “Knees toots!

As Sue sank to her knees, feeling her fishnets tear a little on the hard dirt ground she realized how different Honeypot was from the Invisible Woman. The old heroine in her would be in there with the heavy-hitters discussing the “great peril” to the universe. Now, here she was on her knees, fishing the Trapster's cock from his jeans. She was so eager to see her little, or BIG hooded honey when it came free. Her mouth watered and she licked the uncircumcised cock, before taking it into her mouth wantonly. She pumped her head sucking down as many inches as possible.

Above her she heard the beep of the communicator. “I got it,” Trapster said.

A crackly voice, that must be Travers, the leader of the N-Explorers spoke back. “Uplink the data disc to the ships computer?”

She heard clicks as Trapster was doing just as asked. Then she heard his fingers click. “Smoke, doll!” Sue reached into her purse, not even looking down as she continued to take more cock down her throat. She fumbled for the pack, and took one out by feel. Her hand lifted it up and handed it to Petrusky. She then reached back into the purse for a lighter and handed that to him, never stopping sucking and lapping at his large cock. “A smoke and a suck are all a man needs,” Trapster's words rang in her head.

“It's done,” the grainy voice on the communicator stated. “Get the disc back inside”.

Ten minutes later back inside the bar the Starjammers where listening to the kree here the Gladiator go over why they were needed to stop the coming invasion. An unseen body walked briskly by the group, hearing words of “threat” and “dire consequences”. They fell on deaf ears as the Invisible Honeypot had to place the data disc back in Corsair's bag. It was still by the gaming table that resembled pool.

Sue easily slipped the disc back into the bag. Unless someone was right there, and no one was, it would be basically impossible to have perceived what happened. As she turned to move back out the door to the alley, Sue stopped. This is it, Sue thought, he gave you back your powers, even if only briefly. You can run, she realized. You can even tell Moon-Dragon or Gladiator. They're noble and friends of the Fantastic Four. Hell you could use a concussive **** blast to blow this whole place apart, including the Trapster. Sue's feet moved towards the front door. Wait, the voice in her head spoke, Trapster hasn't cum. She realized he hadn't finished. He will be RIP SHIT PISSED if he doesn't cum. Even if I leave he knows where I live, and who I am. He'll just find me, and in no time I'll be back on my knees. He's gonna fuck you, no matter what you do, Sue thought to herself. I'm such his bitch, she laughed to herself.

Sue turned and moved invisibly back to the alley. She actually felt excited knowing Trapster hadn't cum yet. Maybe he'd let her ride the speeder this time. Don't get ahead of yourself Honeypot, thought Sue. You'll have to work that dick EXTRA good for that. She knew her place.

(P.S. Tried uploading a pic, but it didn't work. Here is the image if you follow link. A lot of people said someone would recognize her. Could you?)