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The Secret of Bezel	By : GrayNeko Category: +1 through F > Ben 10 Views: 27784 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Ben 10, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Turbine’s foot was pushing the pedal to the floor as her suped-up Corvette roared down the street from the now less-than-full bank. The sleek, black machine quickly put distance between them and the police. Not like the pigs would have even been able to catch them had they been there when she and her partner had broken in.
Speaking of her partner, her aquamarine eyes glanced at the black clad figure occupying the passenger seat. Frightwig was dumping bags of money onto her lap with her hair tentacles while she counted it out in her hands. The smile on her face was one of pure delight at the knowledge that she was getting away completely and utterly with a crime and no one was going to stop her.
Hooking up with the sable-haired speed demon had been a turn in Frightwig’s luck. She had felt bad leaving her former partners, the other Circus Freaks, behind in high security prisons but things hadn’t ever gone anywhere with those guys. Plus she had never connected with them like she had with this hot-rodding queen of the road. Oh sure, the sex had been good, hell Thumbskull’s cock nearly split her in half every time, but they had never accomplished anything big without getting knocked around by a stinking ten year old punk!
Her angry memories of the past were stirring her up and she was getting the urge to release some pent up energy. Her hand slid across the seat and over Turbine’s leg, taking a moment to caress the rough denim of her jeans before continuing on to rub her inner thigh.
“Honey,” Turbine’s southern drawl made it sound like the word poured from her mouth. Her eyes never left the road as she spoke, “You know the rules, no playin’ around when Momma’s drivin’. Give me a few minutes and we’ll be far enough for us to have ourselves a little fun.”
Frightwig sighed as she sat back in her seat and raised her feet to rest on the dashboard, letting the money slide to the floor of the car while several of her hair tentacles settled between her legs as her need for release grew. The weights set onto the ends of her tentacles pressed against different spots between her legs and she could feel heat growing in response to the pressure. She loved the feel and tension that the fabric of her leotard made against her skin, especially as it tightened around her hips and flattened her breasts, threatening to expose them as a weight tried to force its way through the fabric and in between her folds. Another was vigorously rubbing and pressing against her taint, something about that length of skin really got her going as a sensation shot up and down her spine. Frightwig slipped a hand under her leotard and grasped her breast, tweaking her nipple between two fingers. Sharp moans escaped her throat with every twist of sensitive flesh.
Turbine was watching the show through sidelong peeks and grasped her shift stick in a white-knuckle grip as she fought urges that were growing in her. Damn, but her girlie knew how to put on quite the performance. Turbine jerked the steering wheel hard in a precision right turn that brought them to rest in the mouth of an alley. She moved like she drove, fast, and in a lightning maneuver she had both seats reclined as she was pressing herself against Frightwig. Her hands pushed aside her lover’s tentacles and replaced them as her lips locked with Frightwig’s.
Frightwig let out an excited squeal as Turbine’s finger pushed inside her despite her leotard. Turbine’s kisses moved down Frightwig’s body, kissing more of it as her other hand loosed her leotard and tugged it down, exposing skin as pale as moonlight. Frightwig blushed as Turbine played with her breasts, suckling on one and then the other, her tongue circling her nipples in between kisses.
Frightwig couldn’t help feeling embarrassed at Turbine’s affections. She had always been self-conscious of her small breasts, they fit her athletic build well but she always wished they were more impressive. Turbine had spent many a long night disabusing her of the notion and assuring her lover they were perfect, but it was still to no avail. Frightwig arched her back into Turbine’s mouth as her latest attempt was quickly bringing her to a peak.
Wetness already soaked Turbine’s fingers through Frightwig’s leotard as she pushed deeper into Frightwig. Turbine managed to get Frightwig’s leotard down around her knees and lowered her head to rest between her lover’s legs. She was always amazed that Frightwig was naturally hairless; it meant her skin had never met a razor’s touch and was incredibly smooth. Turbine’s nose tickled that smooth skin as she kissed Frightwig’s moist lips and then slid her tongue inside her. The warmth of Frightwig’s pussy basked across Turbine’s face and her tangy juices soon dribbled down the driver’s chin. Despite her attentions Frightwig had yet to come, but that wasn’t any fault of Turbine’s; she would need some special help for that.
“It’s my turn now Momma,” Frightwig said as she sat up and leaned into Turbine, pushing her lover onto her back. Her tongue played across Turbine’s face, lapping up her juices and reveling in her own taste before her tongue took control of Turbine’s mouth.
Her tentacles massaged Turbine’s body as they worked off her clothing in their slow progress down her body. She took in Turbine’s amble breasts and the tan lines that marked where she had spent time working on her car in the desert sun. She moistened her tentacles in her juices before they found their way to Turbine’s ass. They pushed at her barrier before slipping in one after the other. The toned and hardened muscle of Frightwig’s thigh rubbed against Turbine’s crotch with each push of the weights.
Turbine was quickly getting off as her ass was filled and stretched and her pussy was mashed as Frightwig rubbed her leg harder and faster. Turbine’s body stiffened as she began to peak, heavy gasps filled the car as she closed her eyes.
And then she sagged like a deflated balloon as Frightwig’s presence suddenly disappeared, her tentacles popping out of Turbine’s ass painfully fast. Turbine’s eyes fluttered open as she looked for Frightwig and then her head shot up in alarm as the cold night air rushed into the unbelievably warm and moist car. The passenger door was open and a shadowed figure was standing over Frightwig, who was slumped to the ground against the wall of the building.
Turbine didn’t need to see the Frightwig-sized crater in the wall before she reached under the driver’s seat for her custom made bolt-gun. The figure turned at the whirring of the weapon starting up, Turbine smiled as it reacted too slowly and several bolts came at it at high velocity. And then the bolts bounced off in different directions several feet in the air before the figure.
The figure raised a hand and Turbine’s gun flew from her hand, smashing through the front windshield. Then Turbine felt herself lifted off her seat and slammed into her car door, she barely registered the cracking of glass as her head rebounded off the window. The world grew dim as the figure turned away.
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Gwen smiled as Turbine passed out, that should give her plenty of time with her new toy. Frightwig groaned at her feet, fortunately the Freak was made of tougher stuff so Gwen wouldn’t have to go easy on her. She shed Ben’s clothes before bending down and grabbing Frightwig by her tentacles near her skull and lifting her off the ground with strength fed to her by the Keystone, Frightwig’s feet dragging across the pavement.
Gwen cleared the hood of Turbine’s car of broken glass before tossing Frightwig face down onto it and considering her prey. A moment passed before she found her hands moving of their own accord, taking up Frightwig’s tentacles and using them to bind her tightly. She restrained Frightwig’s arms behind her back, from there she secured Frightwig’s feet to her hands, pulling her legs wide open. She had never done anything like this before and could only assume it was the Keystone at work, finding no concern from the thought because she found herself excited by Frightwig’s bound form. By the time she was done Frightwig was bound tightly and there was enough slack that the weights hung limply between her legs.
Frightwig finally began to stir and as she tried to move her arms and legs she began to panic. She thrashed on the hood of the car as her tentacles tensed and twitched, trying to undo themselves from the mass of knots they found themselves in. She jumped when Gwen’s hands grabbed her ass and massaged the tight, toned flesh.
“Whoever you are you’re going to pay for this! Let me go right now and I might let you live!”
“Has it been so long Freak? I’m sure you must remember me.”
Gwen let go and walked around so that Frightwig could see her clearly, her and the throbbing cock that was becoming painfully stiff as precum welled up in anticipation.
Frightwig pulled her head back in revulsion and continued to struggle. Gwen laughed and grabbed a taught bit of tentacle as she walked back around, giving it a pull which caused Frightwig’s joints to creak in protest and cut off her cries.
This viciousness was so unlike Gwen and it registered somewhere in the back of her mind. If she had taken time to think about it she would have realized it was like the time that Ghostfreak had possessed her when she and Ben had been kids. The only difference was that instead of forcing her to submit the Keystone guided her and rewarded her subservience with intense waves of euphoria, slowly addicting her to following its suggestions and needs.
As Gwen crested on another wave she grabbed the weights and brought one of them to Frightwig’s asshole.
“Stop! Don’t you daraaahhh!” Frightwig’s protest became a cry as Gwen pushed it inside. Her cries became louder and louder until she broke down into sobs as Gwen continued to feed the weights into her ass. And then Gwen brought the tip of her dick to rest among the tentacles sticking out of her ass and began to push.
Frightwig uttered a shrill “No!” before her voice cracked in a scream.
Gwen continued to ease her dick in, the weights and tentacles made it tighter than Gwen could have imagined and it felt so good. Soon she was in all the way to the base and began a slow pull out. Her fingers were on the verge of digging into Frightwig’s pale tense flesh as the sensation made her toes curl with ecstasy. She brought all but the tip out and then pushed in again, abandoning any laxness as her need for pleasure drove her mad. Frightwig’s skin was soon quite red as Gwen pounded her with vigor.
Frightwig couldn’t stop the tears from falling but soon her cries changed, “Please… m-my-my… pussy!”
Gwen slowed her thrusting and leaned forward, speaking into Frightwig’s ear.
“What was that?”
“Please… fill… my… my… my…”
“Speak up and tell me very clearly what. you. want.” Gwen punctuated her last three words with hard slaps to Frightwig’s ass, causing Frightwig to gasp with each blow and herself to quiver as the sensation caused the weights and tentacles to squirm around her cock.
Frightwig sobbed and blubbered for a moment before she was able to suck in enough air to burst out, “Fuck my pussy with your cock!”
Gwen complied readily, pulling her cock from Frightwig’s ass with a ‘pop’ and pulling Frightwig down onto her cock, shoving it hastily up to the base. Frightwig tensed with pleasure, pulling at her restraints, stretching her tentacles to their limits so that the weights in her ass where pulled out nearly all at once.
Gwen was surprised at how loose Frightwig’s pussy was, her dick had room to explore the damp interior, nearly slipping out a couple of times. It still felt good and as she hammered her cock into Frightwig Gwen soon felt the warm sensation begin again. This time she kept her head as it built up.
With one final thrust the Keystone on her forehead glared brilliantly with red light, triggering a climax that caused her body to tense before she fell forward onto Frightwig who bucked repeatedly as she came hard. Frightwig screamed as a red aura physically manifested around her before being pulled into the Keystone, taking a chunk of her life force with it and causing her to pass out. Gwen panted as the sensation faded like the hint of a dream. She pulled herself away from Frightwig’s limp form, taking a moment to enjoy the sight of cum oozing from Frightwig’s lips.
She moved towards Ben’s clothes before noticing the prone form in the car. She had forgotten about Turbine and it took only a moment to glance between the naked woman and her still hard cock before Gwen smiled and crawled into the car. As she positioned the unconscious woman she heard something hit the floor of the car. She stopped and reached underneath the driver’s car seat, her hand fumbling around an odd shape. Pulling it out revealed it to be a bright red, strap-on dildo of odd design. The business end was massive, dwarfing her cock by several inches in length and being nearly twice as wide.
No wonder Frightwig was so loose, this thing was rammed into her in what was probably a nightly occurrence. Gwen noticed there was an extra bit that secured itself in the wearer’s pussy, stimulating both parties. It gave her an idea that brought a wicked smile to her face.
Her legs quaked as she fixed the bit inside herself, pausing to soak in the sensation, she had never used a dildo before and the slight presence of the bit inside her was more than her fingers had ever accomplished. She tightened the straps magically with a snap of her fingers and finished positioning Turbine. Her cock was placed against Turbine’s ass while the monster strap-on rested against her pussy. Turbine’s ass was rather lax and she was able to slide inside easily, but the dildo took some working to get it inside her pussy. It was a minute before her thrusting synced up with the dildo’s.
Turbine squirmed as both her holes were filled, awakening at the stimulation her lower half was receiving.
“Ow…uh… oh hun… take it a little slower… you’re really working me good… Honey? What the hell?!” Turbine’s moans of pleasure became shrieks of rage as she looked over her shoulder and found Gwen sneering down at her.
She tried to struggle but Gwen overpowered her, the strength from the Keystone making it like handling a kitten. She was soon using Turbine’s arms to pull her onto the cocks, reveling in her continued cries of protest.
Twisting her arm to keep her from fighting back, Gwen pulled her up so she could look out the broken windshield and gaze on Frightwig’s bound and unconscious form. From there it looked like Frightwig had been tortured far worse than Gwen had done to her and her breathing was so slight it was impossible to tell if her chest rose and fell with air. While Gwen knew Frightwig was fine, if a bit worse for wear, Turbine saw her dead lover and reacted accordingly.
“You. BITCH!”
The last word ripped from her throat like the cry of an animal as she twisted her body, ignoring the pain of her already twisted arm as she tried to lash out at Gwen. Gwen was honestly surprised by the move but that didn’t stop her from easily blocking the clumsy blow and forcing Turbine’s head down onto the driver’s seat with one hand. The other pinned her arms against her back and Gwen waited for Turbine to cease struggling. All the while Turbine cursed and screamed at Gwen as tears pooled on the seat beneath her.
“Fucking bitch! You’re gonna die! I’m gonna kill you, you god damned monster! Blow your fucking brains out!”
“My, my, my, little lady, that’s quite the dirty mouth on you,” Gwen said with a purr. The urge to completely dominate Turbine was growing inside her, fed by the Keystone until Gwen couldn’t hold back any longer. Her eyes alighted on the shift stick and they shone red as she flashed her teeth in a grin that drained the color from Turbine’s face. “Why don’t we put that mouth of yours to work.”
Gwen’s hand shifted from Turbine’s head to her neck and positioned her over the shift stick. Turbine continued to resist, turning her head and keeping her mouth clamped shut. Gwen applied a little pressure and soon had Turbine gasping for air. She forced her head down onto the stick and let go of her neck to grab a tight handful of hair. Turbine cried indignantly around the leather wrapped stick but Gwen only smiled as she pumped her head up and down. Gwen also started pumping her cock into Turbine’s ass and the dildo into her pussy again; Turbine’s attempt to attack Gwen had interrupted her before.
Turbine continued to cry as waves of humiliation and confusion washed over her. She hated what this monstrous girl was doing to her and she mind burned with thoughts of vengeance that promised Gwen’s death if she ever got the chance. And she wanted to kill herself as she tried to keep herself from getting wetter and failed. Being so completely manhandled and dominated was turning her on more than she could ever have imagined, her body had spasmed in climax within Gwen’s first few pumps into her. Her mind was crumbling at the confusion that made her dizzy and her anger with it.
Gwen realized what was happening and she chuckled. She slowed her pumping and leaned forward so she could whisper into Turbine’s ear as her head rose and fell, almost of its own accord now.
“You’re a filthy little whore, you realize that? Don’t worry, I like that. Now little slut, as your mistress I’m going to offer you a chance for a little mercy. Swear to do as I say and you’ll have your little fuck-buddy back, good as new and in perfect health. Disobey me,” Gwen paused and forced Turbine’s head down until she was choking on the shift stick. Turbine thrashed for air but couldn’t hide her body’s quivering as she came again. She lifted Turbine’s head clear of the stick and listened to her choke and gag for a moment more. “And something like that will be the least of your worries. What do you say, slut?”
Turbine sobbed as she gasped for air but she nodded enthusiastically.
“Yes… mistress,” she croaked, her throat slightly raw from abuse.
Gwen smiled before nodding approvingly and snapped her fingers to bring the seats out of their reclined positions. She then positioned herself so that the shift stick was between her legs and Turbine was on her lap, her legs spread eagle to either side.
“Stick that gear shift up your ass, whore,” Gwen commanded. Something about being in charge made her feel good in a way that wasn’t influenced by the Keystone, though she hadn’t realized that.
Turbine slowly complied, lifting herself in the air using the dashboard for support as her bottom hung in the air before it began to descend. Gwen guided her ass to the shift stick but let Turbine impale herself on it. Turbine moaned softly as the unbending shaft filled her ass and she concentrated on not slipping and hurting herself.
Gwen watched and stroked herself with perverse pleasure before scooting forward slightly, her hand grasping both the dildo and her cock. Turbine watched apprehensively as Gwen squished them together in her grasp as she brought them to her pussy.
“Hold still slut, I’d hate for you to wind up broken because you slipped.”
Turbine didn’t even realize she had stopped breathing until she gasped as Gwen stuffed both her cock and the massive dildo into her tight pussy. Tears sprung anew from her eyes as the pain was intense and unending. She squirmed and her hands slipped from the dashboard, forcing everything further inside her.
Gwen frowned as Turbine curled in on herself, crying and moaning. This was disappointing her, and both she and the Keystone hated being disappointed. She leaned forward a little and pulled Turbine closer, locking their lips together before her hands took hold of Turbine’s legs under her knees. It was easy for her now to lift Turbine up and let gravity bring her down onto shift stick and cocks.
Turbine’s mind had been shattered by the pain so she didn’t even consider biting Gwen when she found the other woman’s tongue exploring her mouth. In fact it reminded her of Frightwig so much that she latched onto the sensation to keep the pain from driving her mad and soon Gwen was being kissed with a fervor that made her cock stiffen even further and her pussy flow with juices.
They moaned into each other’s mouth as more of Gwen’s cock and the dildo worked themselves farther inside Turbine, the pain ebbing away to be replaced by slowly building pleasure. Turbine began throwing herself onto Gwen, raising herself far enough that the shift stick was pulled from her ass. Gwen didn’t force her back down onto it as the woman’s grinding on the dildo and her cock became more intense because of it. Gwen soon began to feel light headed as she came, her pussy gushing around the knob securing the strap-on inside her. Her climax came the same time as the sensation began to grow, the pleasure nearly destroyed the focus that kept the Keystone from knocking her out as well. She pulled Turbine close, mashing their bodies together and bringing her all the way down onto her cock and the dildo as red light filled the car and she came with a scream.
Turbine slumped into the driver’s seat, panting despite being unconscious. Gwen was panting as well as she pulled herself from between Turbine’s legs. She was still light headed as she crawled out of the car, possibly from the overflow of sexual energies. She took a step towards her clothes before she realized she had forgotten the dildo between her legs. She undid the contraption and shivered as she pulled it free. Both ends were still dripping and Gwen couldn’t resist running her tongue along the length of the shaft, tasting Turbine and the cum of her cock. It was a mix of salty and sweet flavors; she rather enjoyed it. She tossed it onto the seat of the car before grabbing up her clothes and dressing.
As she slipped Ben’s clothes on she wondered how many more people she would need before the Keystone was recharged. Then as Ben’s pants pressed against her dick she realized she really didn’t care. There was a satisfied swagger in her step as she continued her hunt.
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