The Origin of Honeypot Pink!

Everyone likes a good origin story.

Several Negative Zone weeks earlier....

Sue walked onto the Trapster's small ship. She sighed with relief knowing that she was one step closer to returning home. At least, even if Peter Petrusky wanted to **** her, he would eventually be returning to Earth. She hoped. The heroine would would cross that literal and proverbial bridge once they got there. Right now, she had really **** but to be this D-list villains property. There was no other way of putting it. The Trapster was a street level thug, and if it wasn't for those he associated with, like the Wizard, the Fantastic Four wouldn't even bother with him. He seemed more suited for a hero on the level of Spiderman.

She looked at Peter in his yellow and red space-suit that was designed with his costume in mind. His red helmet and red metallic suit over a yellow neoprene fabric under the red spacesuit. He was taller than her as he walked before her. She hadn't noticed that before. His broad shoulders spoke of a muscular build under the suit. At least her new master was somewhat built she told herself. Again, she reminded herself he really wasn't her “master”, she had just tricked him into getting her away from the life of Gilty. She walked slowly behind Petrusky, wondering when he would pounce. She walked past the bedroom and prepared to enter it. Here we go, she thought and stopped.. Instead of stopping, the thug walked by and moved further down the hall. He turned back and clicked his fingers, “Let's go toots!”

Sue shot him a glance, “You can refrain from the name calling Paste Pot,” part of her old confidence and proud stature as the Invisible Woman came back to her. This was just the Trapster, she reminded herself.

Pete held up the rod, “I'm the one with the controls around here toots,” he laughed. She huffed and followed as they walked through the ship, past a dining area, and a den. Finally, they reached the bridge of the small ship. Petrusky took off his helmet, and rubbed the sweat off his bald head. His face was gruff and mean looking. Ever the biker that he projected to be in his personal life. She knew he had a history riding motorcycles, and living the lifestyle. It was all part of the bio the Fantastic Four had on him back home in the computers of the Baxter Building. She read it before, or more like skimmed it, not thinking him worth much time. Now, here, with the control rod in his hands, and no powers, Sue felt rather **** around this thuggish rogue. Without her powers, she'd have to rely on hand-to-hand combat. She was efficient in fighting, but Peter looked imposing at that moment. It was odd to fear him, maybe for the first time. Even after all this time in the zone, and everything she did, she was shocked how she could revert right back to “damsel in distress” mode. She hated that.

She waited for him to pounce on her. She felt cold and shivered. All she had on was a white t-shirt that hugged her curves, and some tight black yoga pants. She should have thought about getting some of the nicer clothes from her last “home”, but had decided just to make a clean break and exit Sluggo's life. Peter lit a cigarette and began to smoke in the small chair as he typed in coordinates for the autopilot.

“You're gonna smoke here,” Sue said rubbing her shoulders.

Trapster took a deep inhale. “I smoke where I want here. I like it!”

Gaining back some confidence she sat in the chair behind Peter's. The cold metal against her back sent a shock up her spine. “Can we get some heat?”

Trapster winked at her. “Sure Suzie cakes!” He pushed some buttons on the console before him. At least he wasn't a total brainless moron, Sue thought. He could pilot a ship.

That last “pet” name made Sue cringe when it sunk in. Not because it was demeaning, but because Ben called her that in the past. It was too close to home, so to speak. “Where are we going, back to the Explorer's ship?”

Trapster shook his head, “Nah, making a stop first!”

Sue was concerned, but what could she do. Deep down, she knew the deal. They'd be fucking soon. She'd already sucked his cock once, sure, but that was when she was drunk and on spice. She barely remembered it beyond the naughty fact of sucking a Fantastic Four villains dick. Could she really go through with this? Fuck one of the Fantastic Four's oldest and downright lamest villains. Great job, Sue 's mind spoke to her in her head. Way to get into another dumb situation Sue.

An hour of awkward silence later, they landed on a planetoid called Galviton. When they docked the ship and walked to through the terminal of the spaceport Sue noted how the Galvanians were all about four feet tall. Other than a few aliens, Sue and Peter towered over everyone. Sue walked behind Trapster the whole time wondering where they were going. He seemed to take several turns, left, right, left again. It was as if he was avoiding detection of some kind. The city was very modern for a sentient species. The Galvanians had pinker skin and long flowing robe-like clothes. Sue noted there small pug-wrinkled humanoid faces.

“Here we are?” Trapster said and pointed to a building across the street. The sign above it read “Galvanian National Bank”. She watched as Trapster pulled out two small paste guns from holsters on his hips that were connected to the pack on his back.

Sue turned her head to the side completely confused as she understood exactly what he intended. “Really Trapster? You want to rob a bank?” She stood firm and crossed her hands. She had committed crimes as Gilty, there was no doubt about that, but this was armed robbery. Her crimes rarely involved endangering people. “Doesn't the Gideon Trust pay you plenty? I should know I'm a fucking shareholder.” She was referring to the fact that the Gideon Trust was technically owned by the Fantastic Four, which meant it had deep pockets. Sue was going to speak with Reed about the organizations illegal and unknown activities when she returned home.

Peter winked at her, “That's not nearly as fun!” He handed her a blaster as he walked across the street. “Don't worry toots, you just need to watch the door!”

“I don't want to get involved with this,” she thought about her appearance. People may recognize Gilty here. She still was in the persona. Her jet black hair and style would give her away.

Trapster rushed through the front door. “If you don't help, and I don't get off this planet, neither do you! You can suck your way back to Earth for all I care!”

Sue's eyes went low. “You asshole!”

“This is robbery!” Peter shouted as he pointed the gun at the small security guards He blasted them with goo, which covered their whole body. He walked past a crowd that jumped to the floor. Behind him a Galvanian man pulled a small blaster weapon from a concealed place. Then he pulled what looked like a phone out.

Shit, thought Sue, if this guy causes trouble I'm screwed. Against he better judgment, she pulled up her own gun and pointed it at the man. “Don't be an idiot!” She said softly pointing the blaster at his chest. The man looked back but didn't seem to listen. He began punching numbers into his small phone. “WHAT DID I FUCKING SAY!” Sue shouted and walked towards the small man pointing the gun directly at his head. The small man dropped both things in his hands and raised them up high. He looked frightened beyond belief. Sue felt a quick jolt of strange power course through her body. Power over this little man, who right then seemed so pathetic. All the patrons turned to see the scowl on Sue's face and they tried not to hold her gaze.

“Good job toots,” Pete said and moved to the teller. “Empty the registers!” The small pug faced Galvanian hesitated.

“DO AS HE SAYS!” Sue pointed her gun at the woman now. In a flash, the small female began opening the registers. The other tellers followed suit and quickly began stuffing purple blocks into Trapster's awaiting bag. Sue flung around and began scanning the crowd. Her heart was racing and beating fast. They didn't have much time, but right now, right then, they were in complete control. Even if these little people rose up against them, it was likely Trapster and Sue could handle dozens of them. The notion of getting caught caused Sue's stomach to turn a bit. Dozens of competing emotions shook Susan Storm-Richards to her core. Above it all rose a sense of excitement. It was a thrilling feeling she couldn't deny. She hadn't felt this alive in ages. Even after all she had done as Gilty, this was a new high.

Trapster didn't even say a word as he ran past her and out. Sue was confused but turned to the crowd. “NO ONE FUCKING MOVE FOR TEN MINUTES OR YOUR DEAD!” She said and raced out after the Trapster. She tried to keep up, wishing she had her powers. She watched him weave through streets of buildings clearly designed for small people.

She finally caught up to him in an alley. The sounds of strange sirens, Sue believed to be the local police filled the purple hued sky. She was breathing heavy, from the rush and from the run. She leaned against the blue bricked walls.

Petrusky pulled out some of the purple bars. “I have no idea what these are worth, but not a bad score for our first job?”

Sue rolled her eyes, “What are we a team now?”

Peter moved closer to her. His large form heaving as he caught his breath. Sue looked up with fear once again and stood up, unable to move back because of the wall. “Sure doll-face,” he grinned. “We'll think of a name later.” He closed the gap between them until he was looking down at her face. “I gotta admit, you were FANTASTIC!” He reached for her, and Sue tried to take a defensive stance, but it was too late. She had expected him to pounce eventually, but she was still on the defensive. She wasn't sure what he was going to do, but she prepared herself for....

Her train of thought was broken when he gripped the long part of her spiked mohawk hair and pulled it back. Holy shit! Sue thought quickly. Was he going to slit....

Peter Petrusky crushed his lips over hers. The kiss was quick, blunt and intensely passionate. She tasted smoke, and ****, and hot breath. His lips enveloped hers and she felt it all over her body. It was far different than Sluggo had ever kissed her, not so much sloppy as deep. What Sue couldn't deny was the passion behind the kiss. Had Reed ever kissed her like this, surely not. Trapster had pulled her head back and began exploring her mouth as if it were his. Under the circumstances, it kind of was, Sue thought as he eyes closed, and she instinctively returned the kiss. The fire in the kiss began to burn deep down until it reached Sue's loins. Despite her best efforts, Sue melted under Trapster's kiss. For the first time in her life, she actually lifted her foot while she kissed him back, like a scene from a movie. She had no idea her body would react in such a way. She had no idea a kiss could do such things. She found herself bent back and reached her arms around his back to support herself as they kissed.

Holy shit, Sue thought. Is this how he kisses all his bimbos. Maybe that's why they fawn over him. Sue was no bimbo, but she sure felt light-headed at the moment.

Trapster pulled back, and looked down to see Sue's closed eyes, her tongue still out and swirling like they were still kissing. “You ain't been kissed like that by ol' brainiac huh toots?” He grabbed her ass and smacked it lightly. “Let's get back to the ship!”

Sue felt herself in a daze as they walked back towards the ship. She was so lost in that kiss, she didn't even realize she was holding Trapster's hand as they walked back towards the ship. She followed him to the bridge and helped him prepare to take off. They had to get off the planet and soon.

An hour later, several planets from Galviton, Sue and Trapster laid in bed. They were still kissing and now their hands groped each others bodies. Had they even stopped kissing, thought Sue. She reached for the bottle of whiskey. It was their third. “You think you're such a stud Paste Pot,” she laughed and took a big swig. She was very drunk by now.

“Well, I do have THE Gilty in my bed,” Peter sneered. “Or should I say THE Susan Storm-Richards!” His hands reached around to grab her ass.

Sue got off the bed. She was shocked at how ready for all this she was at this point. Such an exciting day. “Gilty is gone honey,” she said with a wink. She lifted the white shirt off her body, letting her firm and large tits bounce free. “This is all Sue!” She began to unbuckle Peter's yellow pants. He moved so his legs were hanging off the bed. He had on yellow briefs, which she pulled down with his help. There it was, Paste Pot Pete's Paste Gun. Something she had been wondering about for hours now. “Whoa,” Sue gasped at its girth and length. For a human, he was hung. It wasn't the size that surprised her. It was the shape. Peter Petrusky was uncircumcised. Even after all her time as Gilty, she had never seen a human's cock like this. It looked so odd. Like a penis with a hood. She hesitated and like a zombie fell to her knees, her eyes on his cock the whole time.

“What's the matter toots!” Trapster waited eagerly.

“I've just....” she stammered with her words, “I've just never...uh...seen one like that!” She looked up at him. “Can I....can I touch it!”

He laughed. “Do whatever you want dollface!”

She didn't know why, but these pet names were getting to her. Not in the way she expected. They were kind of naughty, and it was starting to excite her to be treated like some common bimbo. She sure had changed since coming to the zone. Sue reached up and gripped the hooded cock. It jumped in her hand. She giggled, feeling like she was in high-school feeling a cock for the first time. She began to use her hand to stroke it softly. It sure felt like a cock. Sue went under his dick, and began to lick his huge balls. Peter apparently was a groomer, as he didn't have one hair she could see. Bald like his head. She licked and sucked on his nuts. She heard him moan. Her tongue licked up the bottom of his shaft until it reached the hood. His tip was beginning to peak out of the skin folds, and Sue giggled again. “You sure have some surprises Paste Pot!” Her mouth went over the tip. The folds felt different, but this was a cock, and by now, Susan Storm could suck a cock. She went to work bobbing her head up and down, taking in as much of his shaft as she could, using her tongue to pad the bottom. She rolled his balls in her left hand and used her right to jerk the part of his cock outside her mouth.

“FUCK SUE!” Trapster held onto her head, helping to guide more of his meat into her mouth. “Sue Richards the FANTASTIC cock sucker!”

Sue licked his tip, and pulled back. “You know. It's funny because the Wizard has been wanting to get back at Reed for being smarter than him for years.”

Trapster looked down, “What's so funny about that?”

The heroine stood up, and pulled her pants down. “Because the guy he calls his lackey and treats like a henchman is gonna fuck Reed's wife!” Her body straddled the Trapster as he hung off the end of the bed. She reached down and positioned his cock to her now dripping cunt. Sue eased herself onto his tip and was rewarded by Pete pulling her close and planting a passionate kiss on her lips. It caused her own folds to moisten allowing several inches of him to enter her as she moved down onto his cock. She was making mewling sounds as they kissed and she grinded herself down onto his long cock. She felt his balls hit her butt and he gripped them tight pushing his hips up. It was more than Sue could take and her head flung back. “OH PETIE! OH FUCK PETIE!” She began bouncing onto his cock gyrating her hips down onto him. The smacking of her ass against his hips began to echo in the room. “FUCK ME PASTEY! FUCK ME!”

Peter Petrusky had dreamt about this for years. More accurately, he had fantasized about this and pleasured himself to the very thought. Now that same cock he savaged for years thinking about this beauty was buried to the hilt inside her. It was more amazing than he ever imagined. She twisted around and began humping herself on his cock. He wasn't doing a thing but enjoying her work.

“FUUUUCCKK!” She moaned and bent forward, her body tensing as a wonderful orgasm shook her body. Her juices flowed down onto his cock. “FANTASTIC!” She cooed catching her breath. The passion of sex with him was far more than she could ever imagine. Quite frankly, she had never imagined it, not with him. Now she couldn't figure out why they hadn't fucked the first time they met. Sue stood up and pulled herself off his cock. Her ass inched from his face. She turned around and looked down at his dick, coated in her juices. “Looks like I can do some “pasting” of my own.” Sue dropped to her knees, and wasted no time placing his hard member between her ample tits. She pushed her breasts together, and kissed his tip as it sawed upwards. “PASTE ME PETIE! PASTE ME AS ONLY YOU CAN!”

The wetness from her own juices, and the intense feeling of her breasts smashed over his rod where enough for Peter Petrusky to reaffirm a faith in god. When she sucked in the top of his cock it was all he needed. A spurt of cum shot up and splattered onto her left breast. Sue buried her face over his cock, and felt the next shot splash on her cheek. She opened her mouth above his tip and took in the next few spurts. She leaned her head to the side and licked his tip as it shot more sperm into the air and down onto her tits.

Trapster was spent. Sue Storm stood up, her tongue rolling across her chin to the best of her ability to collect his sperm. It was all over her neck, and boobs. “This was a good idea toots,” Peter said and put his hands behind his head as he moved to the center of the bed. Sue wiped the cum onto the back of her hand and licked as much as she could off. She snuggled up next to him. He was shocked at her words.

“I want to rob another bank!” Sue stated.

“Really,” he glanced at her as she rolled her hands over his muscular stomach.

“Yes,” Sue was exploring this man's body. He was ripped. She had to admit that. He had a strange handsomeness to him. He was a thug. He fit the role. “Let's go back to that planet Galviton. Those little bitches can't stop us!”

“That's fine,” Trapster nodded. “Why don't you clean me toots? And then the bottles and smokes?”

Sue shook her head, she grabbed a tissue off the nightstand and slapped it on his stomach. “I'm not your maid Paste Pot!” She figured this was how he treated women. Sex was fine. She just wasn't going to be one of those biker sluts like Greta. She had standards.

A day later....

It was a good day, thought Bort, the security guard at the second Galviton National Bank. Nice purple sky. He had to be on his game. The other branch got robbed a day earlier. It was the taller humanoids that did it. His attention turned to the door. A tall woman walked in. It was one of “them” he thought. This one didn't fit the description of the thieves. She had pink hair, not black. No piercings, and she looked pretty professional. She wore large yellow glasses and a tight yellow suit with a dark red jacket. Her blood-red high-heels clicked as she walked. She was rooting through her red purse. Bort had to admit the woman was drop dead gorgeous. She was tall and statuesque about two and a half feet taller than him. She was an alien, but she sure filled out that suit. Her ass swayed as she seemed barely able to walk in the tight dress.

“Excuse me,” the woman said to the security guard, she had a weird twang in her speech. “Could you help me, I'm not from around here.” She dropped her purse and everything inside fell on the floor. Her make-up and papers, and wallet flung in all directions. “I'm soo sorry,” the woman said and bent down to begin picking up the items.”

Bort adjusted his pants as he viewed her large ass. “Let me help you ma'am”. He got on his knees and began to pick up the stuff from the floor. The other guard, another male smiled at him and made a motion at the woman's plump ass. He helped Bort with grabbing the contents of the purse.

It all happened so fast. The two guards felt themselves glued to the floor in an instant. They looked up to see a tall man in a yellow and dark red metallic costume with a large yellow tank on his back spraying the crowd of people. The colors matched the woman's and it was clear they were the same type of tall alien. This one matched the EXACT description from the day before. An imposing looking man with a bald head and the same costume had robbed the other bank.

The woman stood up and brushed off her knees. “Thank you boys!” From under her coat she drew a similar gun with a canister attached to it. “YOU ALL KNOW THE DRILL!” The woman shouted as the large bald man canvassed the room. The woman tipped her purse over and dropped all the contents out. “PUT THE BRICKS OR WHATEVER IN THE FUCKING PURSE!” She pointed the guns at the tellers. They saw the anger in her eyes. Shivering they did as commanded.

As the pair exited the building in what must have been under two minutes, the woman turned. “IF ANY OF YOU PATHETIC PIECES OF SHIT MOVE IN THE NEXT TEN MINUTES YOU'LL BE SUCKING PASTE FROM A STRAW FOR THE REST OF YOUR LOSER LIVES!” She cackled as she left.

Minutes later, Sue's yellow suit skirt was lifted up around her waist. She felt the amazing cock of the Trapster slamming into her from behind. He had her bent over against the wall. Like some cheap bar slut, and it enthralled Sue. She was cumming before he even got her into this alley. The same alley they kissed in the day before. Peter was pulling her now pink hair to allow him better access to ram home his meat. She was squealing with glee as she was fucked senseless.

“You sure are a honeypot!” Trapster muttered.

“Well I'll be,” Sue spoke in a southern drawl. “Honeypot sounds like a fine name.” She smiled. “Honeypot Pink!” She rubbed the side of her shaved pink hair. She was utterly lost in lust. During the robbery, her pussy was almost burning. She watched Petrusky move about with a confidence and swagger she hadn't picked up before. In his element, he was kind of attractive.

Trapster pumped his load deep inside Sue. He pulled off, and his cock dripped cum. It was wet from her juices. He clicked his fingers and pointed to his cock. “It won't clean itself toots?”

Sue slapped him on the shoulder. “You're an asshole!” She shook her head, but still found herself crouching on the ground. She didn't want to dirty her knees, so she had to crouch slightly. She loved her own juices, and quite frankly his cum had a sweeter taste than most men. She was still horny as hell as well, so she found herself crouching with a finger rubbing her cunt as she licked his cock clean. She wondered if Greta or other bimbos would do this. Probably. But they didn't suck a cock like Sue. She knew that.

A week later....