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Ben 10 Porn Story: Seasons Chapter 2

Ben 10 Porn Story: Seasons Chapter 2

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Ah, so this is the offspring of Tennyson and his mate

Slowly blinking her eyes open, a green-eyed, blonde-headed thirteen year old girl took in a deep, gasp of a breath, lifting her head slightly, before–perhaps instinctively–dropping it back down to the side of the floor from whence it rose when she made out the blurry shadow of someone or something moving nearby.

It is, Lord Ylgar, sir. She is called Len, or so we have gathered, for it was what the other Earthling children were calling out when Mylar grabbed her.

Names arent of much importance now, Ylgar said, although his voice was rather patient sounding, rather than irritated, his hands moved around behind his back, clasped, as he continued to pace back and forth, moving just outside of the barred cage in which the abducted girl was being held captive. Tell me, what sort of sedative was administered unto her?

A rather mild one, the second alien answered, to which the first nodded his head, before saying, So she should be awakening soon, yes?

She should be, correct.

Very well. Michilgar, I wish for you to now go forth and prepare the larger cell for her. She cant stay in this mere cage–theres no way to certainly gauge exactly how long it will take for Tennyson to deduce his daughters location before coming after her, and she should be kept alive and well enough until he does arrive. After all, she is merely the bait, not the intended victim.

As you wish, your majesty, Michilgar replied, before bowing back out of the room, leaving Ylgar alone with the cage.

Stepping on up to the bars thereof, the alien dictator peered on inside, a sinister, twisted smile on his face as he looked at Len, who appeared to still be unconscious.

Yes, yes, sleep for now he said to her, before turning and slowly walking away from the cage, heading out of the room entirely. When you wake up from your dream you will find that you have awaken to a very real nightmare

Waiting until the sound of footsteps that accompanied Ylgars act of walking away had faded, Len, who found that she felt quite woozy as she did so, sat up, before moving her hands to rub away at her eyes, which were currently giving her vision that was blurry at best. Vaguely recalling that the last thing she remembered happening before waking up wherever she currently was happened to be herself walking amidst her group of friends, the blonde-haired teen emitted a small gasp, before murmuring to herself.

Oy Mom was right to scold me about being extra-careful, wasnt she? Ugh shell never let me hear the end of that

Moving her hands down from her eyes as she now glanced around the cage and the room without it with much clearer sight, Len then drew in a slow, shaky sigh, before sitting up straighter, and scooting toward the end of the cage, where she rested her back against it while drawing her knees up to her chest.

Actually she then added aloud, although she spoke quietly as she wrapped her arms around her knees, hugging them. I dont think Id really mind having Mom witch me out now I wouldnt mind hearing anything, no matter how wonderful, or negative, from her or Dad at all

Giving a second glance around the empty, shadowy, and not to mention uncomfortably cold room, Len hugged her knees more tightly, the full realization of how alone and scared she felt only then hitting her, before hanging her head and bursting into tears.

Sitting on the arm of the sofa in her living room, her legs crossed as she kept a constant, anxious stare in the direction of her front door, Gwen tapped her foot anxiously in the air as she silently prayed for the knock she was expecting at her door to hurry up and come. Upon finding out that their daughter had been kidnapped, and after, more importantly, deducing the fact that it had been undoubtedly done at the hands of aliens, she herself had escorted the rest of her daughters scared friends on to their homes, while Ben went right back home, to phone the Plumbers agency. After letting them know what had happened, hed been given a promise that an agent would be sent out to them within a few hours, an agent that would escort the Tennyson couple on their mission to track Len back down. The call had been placed just shy of three-thirty that afternoon, and given the fact that it was now nearing eleven at night, Gwen could hardly contain her anxiety as she waited.

Oh where are they? They said itd only be a few hours

Darling, Ben said to her now, his own self sat on the end cushion of the sofa beside its arm, his hand resting atop Gwens knee as he, too, waited for someone to come calling at the front door. Im sure youre more worried than words can say, but dont worry so much, okay? The only reason the agent hasnt arrived yet, Im sure, is because the agencys had to take the time to fill him or her in about the situation, or else, maybe, they have some sort of mini-screening process to, you know, decide if the agent is right for the job. Maybe some are more specifically trained for certain missions than others, or–

Pausing his hypothesis as there came the sound of a knock at the door, Ben quickly stood up from the sofa, before stepping quickly toward the door, his wife slipping down from the arm of said sofa and hurrying on after.

Thank goodness youre finally here, he said at once, as he pulled open the door, finding himself looking back at not one, but two people.

Were sorry for the delay, one of them said, an older, grey-haired African-American man with a deep voice. We had our initial agent prepared some four hours ago, but, after he fell ill unexpectedly and couldnt make it, we had to go for a second choice.

Gesturing over toward the person that stood along beside him, the older man cleared his throat slightly, before saying, Mr. and Mrs. Tennyson, on behalf of the Plumbers agency, I, Agent Harris, present to you the agent that is going to aide you in locating your daughter. Despite being our second choice, and despite his less-than-wizened appearance, I can personally assure you that this young man knows, understands, and comprehends your situation inside and out, and I can assure you that he will make your mission in finding Len all the more easy. I give to you, Agent Jesse Myrick.

At your service, the young man added, crossing his arms across his broad chest as he glanced from Ben over to Gwen.

Frowning a bit at the appearance and demeanor of the agent hed been sent, Ben likewise glanced back at Jesse, his frown slowly growing as his eyes canned over the long, dark, messy hair he sported, on down to the faded-looking black shirt he was wearing, then further down to his hole-filled blue jeans, which were cut off unevenly at the knees. Glancing back up again, before frowning fully at both the way the young mans arms were crossed and at the way he stared back with an air of feeling nonchalant , if not all out bored, Ben opened his mouth, about to attempt to persuade the agent called Harris to take this far too young, far too immature-natured person back for someone else, but paused, when he watched Gwen suddenly step on up to him.

Thank you so much for coming to help us, Jess, she said to him, managing a smile small despite the current circumstances. Im sure that youll help us as much as you can in finding Len.

Returning Gwens smile with a small grin of his own, the tall, broad-shouldered young man kept his arms crossed as he gave a slight shrug, replying, Like dude there said–Im just here to help.

Sighing slightly as he glanced sideways at his fellow agent, Harris shook his head, before again addressing Ben and Gwen, saying, Well, this dude here must be getting back to the agency now. I hereby wish you, Ben and Gwen, the best of luck in finding your daughter. And I also sincerely hope that Agent Myrick is able to aide you to the best of his capabilities. Now, goodnight.

Still frowning slightly as he watched Agent Harris turn and leave the house, Ben carried his scowl on over to Jesse as he looked back at him again, feeling miffed to see that, if anything, he seemed even less enthused about the mission at hand than before.

So how old are you anyway? he asked, moving to pull the door closed as Jesse stepped on into the house, not caring to hide the irritability in his voice. Like twelve?

Im fifteen, thank you very much, Jesse corrected, a hand moving to swipe his raven-colored hair back out of his eyes as he slinked a laptop carrier bag down his shoulder on his other side. But I didnt come here to discuss my age, I came here to help you find your kid. So lets get to finding her, shall we? I say we start with narrowing down her location. Sound good to you? Good.

Never actually waiting for Ben to give him a response, Jesse walked on over to the couch in the living room, before plopping down and taking a laptop computer from his bag, before opening it up on his lap and beginning to key away at the board.

You know Gwen said, her eyes narrowing slightly as she stepped over to Ben, her gaze remaining on Jesse. He reminds me of someone

Huh, Ben replied, still not convinced that the teen–whether his wife seemed to like him or not–was still entirely too right for the job hed been given. Thats weird I guess.

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