Connor? Maybe?

Oh god, what are these?

Trying desperately to get them off, they wouldn't budge no matter how hard he tried. He didn't have the strength to break them and they were clearly metal. Worst part is, the lady seemed to be waking up from her trance.

"You are sleep. So sleepy. Just keep on remaining deep under" tried suggesting Connor hoping the trance wouldn't break.

"Remain deep under? I'm under..." asked Mystique not quite accepting the suggestion and having a confused brow.

"So sleepy. Remaining sleepy. So sleeping. Yes, stay asleep. It feels good to remain in trance. Trance feels good. Vulnernable, " Connor followed up.

"Yes, feels good," Mystique agreed as her shoulders slumped back down continuing beginning to enjoy the feelings of a trance before hearing the word ****." No, must...wake up...vulnerability...dangerous, "

"Trust me. You can't wake up. You can't wake up. The more you try to wake up, the more tired you feel. Tell me the truth always" cried Connor hoping to slip in one more suggestion.

With a ton of effort, the blue mutant barely spoke out "Wooon't trust," but losing her willpower to the last part "Will wake up. Must wake up. Will tell truth," staring to strain hard against her forehead, fighting for ever ounce of willpower to reject these suggestions.

Connor was worried now. This seemed like a battle of wills and he couldn't seem to put more power into his eyes, since these damn cuffs came out. She accepted the last one. Its like his powers were...gone and his hypnosis skills were still rudimentary? What did I learn? The law of compouding suggestions! Yes thats it. Repeat the same suggestion. Ah ha!

"Take off the cuffs. Take off the cuffs. Take off the cuff. Don't hurt me,"

"No Cuffs make me safe. No, no no. No. Shaking her head more, won't hurt you," she replied almost wide awake now.

If I tire her first, she seems to be unable to continue to resist.

"Deeper down. Deeper Down. Sleep! Sleep! Let me touch you," yelled Connor quickly as he gently tapped her hands with each letter. Something called analog marking he'd heard of to really emphasis a command.

"You can touch me...." shaking her head fully, "Woah. Its normal for you to want to use your powers but I do not appreciate anyone being in my head. I'm here to save you from having a telepath potentially neuter your powers and play with your head."

She....can't lie can she? She won't harm me? She'll me touch her? That's not bad.

"What is your full name, who you are with, your darkest secret ...and your bra size" demanded to know Connor. He added the last two, as a test of her truthfulness. Women don't want to reveal that kind of thing, right? Connor justified to himself.

Letting out an audible sigh, "I suppose its normal for a young man to want to know such things. Let's start with the end so you are paying attention, my mutant ability allows me to never age but also change my shape at will, so it can be any size," she responded as her skin rippled and they went from 36D to 38DD and then rippled again down to 34As. "That's how I looked like your mother. I found a photo online and it was close enough to fool the school administration."

If I get my powers back....Connor's thoughts whirled at the possibilities. Movie stars? Famous mutants? Women in his class? If they were on FacialBook or InstaOunce, the sky is the limit.

"As for my name, its Raven," she paused looking down at his hands, he'd placed on her thigh as he looked up at her expectedly, continuing she added "Raven Darkholme. My darkest secret is I am a mother and I gave up my child for adoption, who later went on to become an X-man."

She's not reacting to me touching her like its normal? Did that one get through? Wow, she's the mother of an x-man...

"That's so cool! I've seen them on TV. I wish I was powerful enough to join them!" declared Connor making her visible cringe, "Why are you cringing? ....what's wrong?"

"They are....my sworn enemy. What people don't know about the X-men make you play by their rules. They will abduct children from a young age; separating them from their parents and try to raise them in their beliefs. Ten years later, they are effectively brainwashed into doing their bidding, or... " stretching the truth and telling it from her perspective.

Wait, the xmen abduct children?! That can't be right.... but she can't lie?!

"Or what?!" wondered Connor shocked to hear the truth about the X-Men.

As far mystique considered, X-men were brainwashing children to believe firmly in human and mutant coexistence and equality. All education is brainwashing to an extent, if you make yourself believe it is true, its true enough to say. Stretching the truth further she added, "If they fail to teach you to control your powers or act ethically or even consider you too much of a danger, they will lock up and inhibit your powers. On occasion (one occasion), a mutant (Magneto), they even put in jail, permanently, with no intention of ever letting out," solemnly claimed Mystique putting on her saddest tone and voice she knew.

Connor momentarily felt a shiver run down his spine. He'd just activated his x-gene, he couldn't lose his powers already. Even just having the cuffs on felt like he was missing a leg.

As a skilled manipulator, she was used to telling the "truth" in creative ways to manipulate others. In her case, sure, Magneto was technically locked up and they had no plans to release him. Yes, those "glasses" on Scotts face lock up his eye beam powers and inhibit them. Sure, Magneto was locked up for being unethical -- in their eyes. No need to elaborate further. The young men will connect his own dots.

"So, what do you want with me then?" asked Connor.

"To save you! I found you via following a powerful telepath and a bodyguard. They are at your house probably manipulating your parents as we speak. A telepath capable of rendering you ****, unable to use your powers or even potentially make you into a vegetable if you were to misbehave," warned the blue mutant describing Jean's capabilities -- not that she'd ever actually do it -- but once again, let the young man draw his own conclusions, "She could or may have already made your parents already forget you exist." Technically, ONE of those was the truth: she could have but wouldn't.

"Now, we must leave, before she arrives and I'm fucked" she replied, carefully implying she would be in trouble and hoping he'd interpret it as 'they would be fucked', as she turned on the vehicle placing it into drive and pulled out backwards. Connor lunged for the door handle planning to drive from the car while it was moving slowly.

Shit, the door won't open!!

Try as he might, Connor couldn't get the door to unlock with the child protection on.

Okay, I'll go for the key. Fuck, she's not wearing much, is she?

Mystique stared down at the young man's hands now roaming across her body, no doubt looking for the keys to the inhibitor cuff. Normally, she'd twist his arm a bit sending a painful message to stop, but she couldn't harm him, could she? She had to let him to touch her so what choice did she have but to endure? Good thing it was safety tucked away in front of her liver inside her body.

"Connor, I'm trying to protect you," from you becoming my enemy thought Mystique, leaving the quiet part unsaid, as Connor's hands roamed over her breasts briefly. She raised an eyebrow at him and he quickly stammered an apology.

"You're not mad at me, are you?" asked Connor slightly worried. He wasn't that sure how strong his hypnotic conditioning was without his powers active.

"Yes, I'm mad at you," actually a little upset the young teenager had cupped a feel.

Really? That's something interesting.

"I can continue though, right? Can you even stop me? Is there a key to these cuffs?" asked Connor as he continued to frantically pant her all over for the keys.

If I could unlock this thing, I could hypnotize her into letting me go!

Mystique wanted to remain quiet, holding her breath and mouth shut with all her might for about 10 seconds but that urge to tell the truth ate away at her will power. "Yes! Fuck. You can continue touching me and I can't prevent it or stop you. There is a ...a method of removing the keys" Knowing there was no way to lie to such a direct question so better to say nothing at all. "Damn it. Will you where the key is?"

"Yes, if you ask the right question, I'd have ****," respond Mystique.

Okay, she told the truth but is being deceptive. I can think this through.

"Okay. I'll be so simple and direct, you cannot lie. Where is the key?" asked Connor directly while staring at her.

Freedom is just a moment away.

Responded Mystique with a smile, starting to accelerate as they reached an on-ramp to a highway, "Its inaccessible and hidden; like when someone swallows something", technically not lying; he wasn't able to access the remote around her neck as it was hidden by her clothing, one could say swallowed up in her clothing. She only used a simile to imply she swallowed it.

"WHAT? WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?" asked Connor panicked immediately stopping his search as his eyes darted around trying to figure out another way to get free.

"So you couldn't get your cuffs off, obviously" smirked Mystique, at just how easy lying by tell the truth was when the person didn't know what questions to ask.

"So it'll come out later?" asked Connor. Omg, does she have to pass it? Grosssssss.

"When its time, yes," vaguely implied as if it would need to go through her entire digestive track, though, knowing she could take it out at a moments notice from underneath her clothing by pulling on her necklace.

They'd need to head into the city and get underground into their base to get away from the prying eyes of Cerebro and quick. It was only a matter of time until Scott and Jean found Connor was missing from the high school.

"Listen. I came here to encourage you to join a group of mutants who will let you do what you want with your powers. We are headed to our base. You'll be safe there, trust me" replied Mystique as she polymorphed a bit to make her breasts back to their default size, plus a little bit to draw his attention and making herself look like an angelic person. Blonde hair, blue eyes, soft facial features, you know, the whole gambit of the 'innocent' and 'naively sexy' look. Men are suckers when it came to trusting beautiful women, especially young teenagers.

"Trust me, you just fondled my breasts which is normal for a young man like you, when you think you are in power," though it also tells me a bit about your motivations, "but what do you think I will do in return, when I am free? or your control wears off to pay you back," smiled Mystique glancing down at the noticeable bulge in his pants shriveling a bit. Young men....so easy to control and manipulate if you get them horny.

"The x-men will not let you use your powers to their full extent, the way you truly want to. Its obvious from how much touching me got you hard, you wish you'd probably had more time with your classmates to ...explore. If you had your powers, would you be making me make them this size?" asked Mystique shifting from her default size to a moderate bit more or would I be Asian, shifting into more busty version of Psylocke stretching out her leather uniform to the max; humorously watching his erection return almost instantly.

HOLY FUCK. IS SHE FOR REAL?

Connor immediately reached out to touch those tremendous breasts like had earlier. This is an invitation right?! Before she shifted into an old-lady with saggy, small breasts and leathery skin; and laughed a wicked, old lady cowl.

"Admit it, deary, I bet you thought of some cute lady, didn't you? You would control and make want to get to know you better. Probably a human, and you were going to treat her like an object or pet. Like a cat or dog, only one pets you and who praises you a little more, weren't you? Or you'd you just make her unable to say no and then **** her?" she pried. "Did you use your powers that way yet? Tell me and I'll switch back for say....15 seconds."

Connor gulped.