Unlucky Girl
by Cordial Knot
The dialogue in the very beginning of this story is taken word for word from the episode “Midnight Madness” in the original Ben 10 series, credit goes to those writers. The storylines diverge quickly when Gwen ends up being hypnotized instead of Ben. Watching the episode beforehand may be helpful but is not necessary to understand the story.
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“Ladies and gentlemen! Presenting: Sublimino, the master of hypnosis!”
Ben and Gwen Tennyson joined the sparse crowd in the center of the mall where a small stage had been erected in front of a few rows of folding chairs. As the nasally voice cut off, purple smoke billowed outward from the center of the stage.
With no sense of drama, a very short balding man walked out through the smoke, waving his hand in front of his face to clear the air. He was dressed in the flamboyant red outfit of a circus ringmaster but lacked any apparent charisma. To top it all off, he tripped on his own coattails and nearly lost his balance as he walked across the stage. Undeterred, he grabbed the microphone standing onstage and addressed the audience.
“Behold: Sublimino. I am about to take you on a journey through that mysterious realm known as the mind. First, I shall require some volunteers.”
“Ah, give me a break. Only somebody with half a brain can be hypnotized.” Ben rolled his eyes. Then his eyes lit up. He grabbed his cousin’s hand and held it above her head. “Hey, here’s a volunteer for you!”
Gwen snatched her arm away. “Me? Forget it.”
“What’s the matter? Afraid you don’t have half a brain?”
Gwen glowered at him. Saying nothing, she trudged forward and went up onto the stage where she joined an old woman and an old man, the other two volunteers. Sublimino turned his back to the crowd so that he could address the volunteers. As he spoke, he pulled a large gold pocket watch from an inner pocket of his coat. “Now, clear your minds. Focus only on this pocket watch as it swings back and forth. Your eyes are feeling heavy. You are falling into a deep sleep.”
Gwen exchanged confused glances with the other two volunteers. Sublimino noticed and frowned. He then held the pocket watch out towards them and, rather than swinging it again, pushed a button on the side of it. The air seemed to ripple outward in the direction of the volunteers. Their pupils shrunk to pinpricks as all three of them stared at the watch, instantly entranced. Suddenly, their heads fell forward and they began to snore.
Over the next half hour, Gwen and two older volunteers were the stars of the show. They were made to believe that they were babies, animals, and put into all sorts of bizarre situations. It was all in their heads, but that didn’t make it seem any less real to them. Ben laughed until he had trouble breathing and had to sit down. Of course, he made sure to film parts of his cousin’s act with his cell phone. To Ben’s further amusement, Gwen didn’t remember anything that had happened to her. Ben spent the rest of the day helpfully trying to jog Gwen’s memory by recounting some of her most embarrassing moments.
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Ben and Gwen’s grandpa, Max, decided that they should spend the night in the mall’s parking lot. When midnight came, Ben, Gwen, and Max were all fast asleep in their old RV. Then, without warning, Gwen sat straight up in her bed. Her face was blank and her pupils were so small that they were almost lost in her green eyes. As if sleepwalking, Gwen casually tossed aside her covers and quietly opened the side door of the RV.
Had anyone been in the mall’s parking lot at midnight they would have found it curious: a ten-year-old girl walking alone, apparently in her sleepwear. Gwen had neglected to change out of her pajamas so she was walking towards the mall wearing a light purple button-down pajama top and matching pants. Her nipples puckered in the cool night air, standing out against her almost flat chest.
Without any visible direction, Gwen walked straight to one of the mall’s many entrances. She stood by the door, expressionless. Several minutes later two cars entered the parking lot and parked near the entrance where Gwen was waiting. The elderly volunteers from earlier that day got out of their cars and joined Gwen by the door. No one said anything as the minutes passed.
A shuffling sound from behind the locked doors elicited a reaction from the entranced volunteers. All three moved forward and pressed up against the door. There was a soft click as one of the doors was unlocked and pulled open. Sublimino stood inside the dark building, leering at his newest minions.
“Come in, slaves,” the diminutive hypnotist cackled shrilly. He turned his back to them, moved further into the darkened mall, and was swallowed by shadows.
Silently, the entranced victims followed Sublimino until they had all reached the center of the deserted mall. Huge skylights above them allowed moonlight to softly illuminate their surroundings. Sublimino addressed his two older servants first, ordering them to locate and steal specific components for a large device that he was building. As soon as he had given the instructions, they both left without a word. Chuckling to himself, Sublimino turned to face Gwen, who stared back at him without expression. Short as he was, Sublimino actually had to look up slightly to meet the ten-year-old’s gaze.
“You, slave, are going to be much more fun than the ones I’m usually stuck with.” Sublimino reached up and stroked Gwen’s cheek. She, of course, didn’t react. Suddenly, Sublimino grabbed the elastic waistband of her pajama bottoms and tugged them down to her ankles, revealing pink lace panties. It was a test. Sublimino looked up at Gwen’s blank face and grinned, delighted that she was completely in his power. He twiddled his fingers in front of Gwen’s face and then slowly slid his hand downward out of her line of sight. Slowly, he slipped a meaty hand into her panties and pressed against her pussy lips. Gwen’s mouth twitched involuntarily, the result of his cold hand touching her sensitive skin.
Sublimino began rubbing her clit roughly, pressing hard against her soft skin. He alternated between small, fast strokes and slower, more sensual ones. Gwen’s body reacted to his ministrations and Sublimino began to feel the girl’s wetness. Continuing to massage Gwen’s pussy, Sublimino used his other hand to rip open Gwen’s shirt. Several buttons tore free as the little girl’s budding breasts came into view.
Sublimino tweaked one of Gwen’s nipples as he continued rubbing her slit. Gwen let out a gurgle and Sublimino looked up in surprise. But it wasn’t a conscious action, Gwen’s head was as empty as ever. With skill born from practice on other assistants, in other cities, Sublimino quickly brought Gwen to an orgasm. The child shivered as her body flooded with its first experience of sexual pleasure. Gwen’s mouth hung open and a little bit of drool dribbled down to her chest. Sublimino decided that it was his turn now.
“Take off your clothes and get down on your knees, slave,” Sublimino barked. “Take out my cock and suck on it.”
Gwen divested herself of the pajamas that were barely still on, sat down on the floor, and reached for Sublimino’s pants. After some fumbling she managed to extract his hardening cock from the fabric that it had been straining against. Sublimino’s breath hitched at the feeling of her small hands holding his shaft. Without expression, as if none of this was any more unusual than tying her shoes, Gwen leaned forward and parted her lips so that she could take it in her mouth. Sublimino let out a hiss of satisfaction. Breathing ever more raggedly, he gave the little girl instructions on how to give head. He relished the feeling of having his cock in her warm mouth. Gwen was inexperienced but Sublimino had a sadistic streak. He was getting off on the thrill of controlling this taboo situation as much as he was on having the actual blow job. As Gwen took his member especially deep into her mouth, Sublimino let himself go. As he was cumming, he pulled his cock out of Gwen’s mouth, spraying some final drops on her face. Looking down at the naked, cum-covered girl, Sublimino sneered. He was in control. She was his to do with as he wished. She would serve him forever.“Come, slave,” he said to the mindless girl, “we have more to do tonight.”
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Max and Ben walked hurriedly around the mall. They had woken up in the morning only to discover that Gwen was not in the RV. Ben derisively told his grandpa that she had probably gotten up early to beat the crowds at the mall. Max agreed hesitantly and put off calling the police. They left the Rust Bucket and quickly headed into the mall to search for her.
When the pair reached the center of the mall, they found Sublimino’s stage. The diminutive hypnotist was in the middle of another performance but this time, standing right next to him, was Gwen. She was wearing a leotard covered in blue sequins that shimmered as she moved. The leotard had a deep V-neck which served little purpose with her small chest. Sublimino had her bring him props and other menial tasks that he could have just as easily done himself. He was acting authoritative to the point of rudeness, but Gwen accepted it. Max gestured to get his granddaughter’s attention but she ignored him and stared ahead blankly. Unwilling to call attention to the strange situation, Max and Ben stood in the back of the crowd and waited impatiently for the show to conclude.
As soon as the show was over, Sublimino turned and whispered something to Gwen. Robotically, she lifted a hand and pointed out Max and Ben. There was a moment of stillness as Sublimino looked out and made eye contact with Max. Then, Sublimino barked an order at Gwen and bolted off of the stage, jumping down and losing himself in the crowd. Gwen was only a few steps behind the short hypnotist but her glimmering costume made it easy to follow her. Max and Ben took off running after the pair, barely managing to keep Gwen’s sparkling leotard in sight.
Sublimino, followed by Gwen, took the first exit he saw and found himself outside in a deserted loading area. He looked around for a place to hide himself and his slave, but he was too slow. Max and Ben burst out of the mall doors and ran to Gwen.
“Gwen, are you okay?” Max asked his granddaughter. Gwen stood still and silent, not even meeting his eyes. His voice rising a little in pitch, Max took Gwen by the shoulders and shook her gently. “Gwen, what’s going on?”
“Gwen?” Ben asked hesitantly, his concern for her finally coming to the surface.
Max let his hands drop from Gwen’s shoulders and curled them into fists as he turned to face Sublimino.
Sublimino cringed and retreated a few steps. “Now, now. No need for violence.”
“What. Did. You. Do. To. Her.” Max bit off each word.
“I-I can explain.” Sublimino backed up another few steps. Then, gauging that he was at a safe distance, a sneer stole across his face and he straightened confidently. Pointing at Max, he shouted, “Slave! Attack your grandfather!”
Gwen’s head snapped around. Without warning, she sprinted at Max and tried to tackle him to the ground. She was too small to succeed but she threw Max off-balance. Regaining his equilibrium with surprising agility, Max turned and pulled Gwen into a bear hug. She struggled and tried to kick at him but Max far outweighed her and managed to keep her under control. Grimacing, still holding Gwen, he turned to face Sublimino… and found himself staring at a large gold pocket watch. Sublimino had pulled out the device while Max had been distracted with Gwen and now he held it out confidently.
“Nighty night,” Sublimino cackled. He pressed the button on the side of the watch just as Gwen turned her head to look as well. Distortions of light rippled out towards Max and Gwen, who both caught it dead on. Their pupils quickly contracted and they froze in place, still locked in a bear hug staring blankly at Sublimino.
Ben had been watching the scene unfold in shock, trying to process his cousin’s strange behavior. But seeing his grandpa exposed to the ripples radiating from the watch snapped him out of his confusion. Finally realizing that he had to do something, Ben activated the Omnitrix. He twisted the dial until the silhouette of XLR8 was visible.
“I need to wrap things up fast,” Ben muttered as he slammed the watch face back down. A flash of green light accompanied the familiar feeling of having his body shift into that of the velociraptor-like alien. The alien’s helmet slid down and, in a blur of motion, he rushed towards Sublimino. A fraction of a second later, XLR8 had the small man in his claws.
Sublimino squawked in surprise as he found himself suddenly clutched in the arms of a monster. He had seen the boy’s watch flash green and then, suddenly, this creature was in his place. Sublimino knew he had to think quickly if he was to avoid getting killed or eaten by this whatever-it-is.
“Please,” Sublimino put on his most winning smile, which was still not very attractive, “they aren’t hurt. I swear. The watch only makes them do what I say. I can return them to normal.”
“Here’s how it’s going to work, ugly,” XLR8 rasped from beneath his mask, “you’re going to make them normal and then I’m taking you to jail.”
“Come, now,” Sublimino whined, squirming in the alien’s grasp. “Surely we can make some sort of deal?”
XLR8 looked hard at the diminutive villain from beneath his mask. Turning his head slightly, he saw Max and Gwen watching the two of them expressionlessly. XLR8 slid his mask up and grinned at Sublimino.
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A few days later Ben, Gwen, and Max pulled into a RV park alongside the highway they had been driving on. It had been a long day on the road and Max was starting to nod off at the wheel.
“Alright, kiddos,” the old man swiveled in the driver’s seat to address his grandchildren, “let’s call it a night. We’ll hit the road bright and early and, if you’re lucky, I’ll have time to teach you how to fry up tarantulas for dinner tomorrow.”
The preteen cousins exchanged grimaces outside of Max’s line of sight. Fried tarantulas?!?!
“Erm, sure thing, Grandpa. Can’t wait.” Gwen got up from the bench seat now that the Rust Bucket was safely parked. She rummaged around in one of her bags and pulled out her purple pajamas. The shirt was missing several buttons. “I’ll go to bed right after my shower.”
Max went outside to connect the Rust Bucket’s hoses to the waste and water lines in their parking space. Ben followed under the pretense of offering to help. Once the RV’s door swung close, Ben was sure that Gwen wouldn’t overhear them. He tapped Max on the shoulder as the old man finished attaching the second hose to the side of their RV.
“Grandpa,” Ben said authoritatively, “go away from the Rust Bucket and don’t come back for an hour.”
Max turned from where he was kneeling in the dirt and squinted up at his grandson. “What are you talking about, Ben? It’s been a long day and we’re all going to bed.”
Oh, right, the trigger word. Sublimino had said it should be something he wouldn’t use accidentally. “I mean, please go away from the Rust Bucket for an hour, Grandpa.”
Max’s eyes had glazed over as soon as he heard Ben say “please.” For a second Ben wasn’t sure if they glazed over from post-hypnotic suggestion or from shock at hearing his rude grandson use the word. But then Max straightened up and shuffled away from the RV without a backwards glance. Smiling triumphantly, Ben ran back inside the RV and slammed the door shut. The shower was already running, which meant that his cousin was naked just a few feet away.
“Gwen?” Ben called sweetly.
There was a hiss as the shower was turned off. Gwen answered peevishly, “What is it, dweeb? I’m in the middle of-”
“Please come out here.”
Gwen cut off mid-sentence. Ben held his breath as he heard shuffling behind the bathroom door. The door swung open and Gwen stood staring blankly into space. She was, of course, completely naked but that wasn’t of interest to her. It interested Ben, though, who couldn’t take his eyes off of his cousin’s body. Droplets of water were still rolling down her pale skin and falling from her limp arms and the spot between her legs. The quick transition from the warm shower to the cool air in the cabin had made her nipples pucker.
“Gwen,” Ben began, smiling wickedly at her expressionless face, “please go lay down on my bed.”
*Image courtesey of Poland*