Green?

"Having only a split second," Connor just tried the green button thinking "Green is good, Red is bad". Wincing for a moment, he prepared for a painful explosion to rip through his hands. Huh? He felt ...nothing? IT WORKED!! Immediately, he turned his head to try to lock eyes with Mystique. Never stopping to even wonder if this would even be a good idea to try to hypnotize her while she was driving a moving vehicle at 50km/hr through a city, he felt a foot connect with his face lightly enough not to cause pain but with just enough **** to press it against the driver side window.

Well, I must have hit the right button because I still have hands and she's trying her best to prevent eye contact, reasoned Connor as he tried to move his head to no avail, but he didn't feel any pain, it was just enough pressure to keep his head against the window but not enough to actually cause pain. At least the don't hurt me part worked. Apparently, as thee amount of **** Mystique was mustering with her legs split at almost ninety degrees, one controlling the vehicle's accelerometer and the other skillfully applying pressure was impressive was painless.

Gotta get rid of this, thought Connor as he placed the remote safely between his legs upright as to avoid pressing the red button by accident. Next, trying his hardest, he attempted removing the muscular leg with his arms, pressing as hard as he could forwards to made it slide off his head. Sadly, it didn't seem to move at all as if she was keeping it firmly in place using her impressive buttock strength to resist the movement forward. Before he got an idea.

"Stop struggling idiot," she yelled back, aware she was unable to hurt him, he was starting to slip free. Normally, she'd have pressed harder and harder, in order, to cause him sufficient pain to make him regret trying to move. As she felt the young boy add to her pressure, against his face she saw him wince in pain.

Shit thought Mystique as her leg instinctively reduced its pressure, I can't hurt him knowing not reducing the pressure would cause some damage. Quickly tiring of the agony and Connor pulled extremely hard, not relenting and ramping up the pain level, everytime he applied more pressure, Mystique ever so slightly lightened the pressure in his face to try to maintain that delicate balance.

Just a little more, fuck thought Connor feeling both humiliated and stuck, at literately trying to push a woman's foot harder onto his face.

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Fucking thief Mystique yelled in her mind, the moment she saw the remote was missing from her necklace. Immediately knowing she needed to prevent eye contact, lest the kid fuck up her mind anymore, she leaped into action using her impressing strength and flexibility to slam the young kids face against the window.

As he started to squirm and press on her leg, she applied fixed pressure but moved her leg backwards with her butt keeping it perfectly in place. Hmm, cuffs are still on she thought realizing he must have pressed the green button. Honestly, both buttons lead to freedom. The right would have just removed the cuffs while the green turns the device on or off. Bluffing is sometimes all you need though as the kid seemed terrified at the thought of losing his hands and bleeding to ****.

After the amount of work, I've put into capturing you, I am not just going to kill you, dumbass she admonished him in her head, "Stop struggling idiot" she said through gritted teeth in the voice of an elderly lady, working hard on concentrating on the movement of the vehicle, keeping his head pressed and trying to maintain both her appearance and control over the situation. She had to keep lessening the amount of pressure to make sure with all his pulling, she didn't hurt him, even by accident, she felt her mind rejecting the notion of doing so.

What the fuck, thought Mystique as she felt the young boy used the metal on the cuffs to hit the back of her knee hard, with her grip so light, her leg just slid right off.

Fuck yes, thought Connor as he received sweet freedom from the foot and lunged at the old-lady trying to **** her with both hands to turn her head by the chin to look at him. Sadly, with both hands on her chin, his fingers couldn't reach far enough to pry open her eyes. It only covered her mouth, strangely.

Staring at her eyes, he hoped that she would mess up and open them but they seemed firmly locked shut. It was practically impossible to get so once again they were stuck in an impasse, battling wills. He just didn't have enough mobility to get that done with these damn cuffs on, "Open your eyes, or you're going to crash and kill us!" yelled back Connor somewhat bluffing as the car was remaining in the lane quiet well, all things considered. "Who the fuck are you? A super spy?" Connor wondered outloud.

As **** weird sensation filled Connor as he felt his digits get captured by her mouth, and the old lady switched to an extremely attractive, busty woman with firey red hair and huge pillowy lips and an **** amount of suction and tongue applied. Try as he might, he couldn't seem to extract his fingers from her surprisingly wet, good feeling mouth that was using her subtle tongue to massage his fingers. Do I want to? wondered Connor as this honestly was the best thing he'd ever felt and the closest he'd ever gotten to sex, feeling himself immediately grow hard.

His fingers were yanked forward a bit as she adjusted her head and was able to open her eyes and focus on the road. Managing to slam the car just in time, to avoid traffic stopped at the next light.

Fuck, can't harm him, can't look him in the eyes, need to see to drive, whirled Mystiques mind. Ordinarily, she'd just bite down extremely hard on his hand and that would be the end of it. He'd stop trying to move her head and nurse his heavily-injured hand and this ordeal would be over but pain wasn't an option. If you can't harm him, seduce him, was the strategy Mystiques mind jumped to in the pitch blackness of her eyes fully closed.

"Who are you? A super spy?" wondered the young boy at her ability to remain so calm under pressure, use her body so athletically and no doubt never seen a person perform athletic feats while driving.

Not a bad idea thought Mystique as she morphed into the hottest super spy she knew.

Adjusting her head in a circle, to capture the digits laying across her lips as she transformed, she'd managed to suck them in. She sucked his fingers into his mouth and created as much suction as she could while playing around with his fingers using her tongue. Mimicking the way, she might pleasure his cock, she was sure such an act would instantly distract a virgin teenager. Sure enough, almost instantaneously, it worked, as he stopped trying to tug her head to the side and relented control, allowing her to snap her head back forward to see the traffic with now open eyes.

Shit she thought, entirely focused on the road, as she slammed her breaks on barely stopping in time before a moving vehicle. Before hearing the door unlock. SHIT SHIT SHIT, she thought, keeping her head forward as she felt the fingers slip from her mouth as she stopped sucking focusing on the breaks. As she struggled to try to put the vehicle, back into drive, while looking forward searching with her hand for the gear-shift. Knowing, the car door would relock if she could just put it into drive and too afraid to look to the right in the direction of the shaft. Fearful of locking eyes. Although, feeling the air flowing into the vehicle from the open door, she knew it was too late. Wise enough, she wasn't willing to look right away in case he was still in the vehicle or staring at it from a distance, waiting to lock eye contact. Still, it didn't prevent her from revving her engine. She'd scare that little punk into hiding and then open her eyes when safe.

If I can time it just right, I can put the vehicle in park and open the door simultaneously and dive from the vehicle, thought Connor, as he tried with all of his might to get his fingers unstuck and succeeded. Slamming the vehicle into park, he reached for the door handle to feel it open, at last, fuck yes, thought Connor as he grabbed the remote between his legs and leaped out the door.

Never once bothering to look back, Connor could hear the revving on the SUV's powerful engine behind him as he quickly turned into an alleyway.

Crap, The White Queen will never let me live this down, worried Mystique, as she saw the young man turn and run down an alley. At least seduction worked, she briefly reflected upon, ceased revving her engine, hopefully inspiring enough fear, before putting the vehicle back into drive. She figured it would be far easier to capture the young boy, if he tried to hide from the speeding SUV, he might imagine is in pursuit from the roar of the engine. Maybe behind a garbage dumpster or something equally cliche and dumb she thought. Not thinking too highly of the young teenager thought surprisingly noticing he was growing on her.

For acting on instinct, he's doing pretty good, Mystique said to herself, he has potential. As long as he joins us and not the x-men, he could be a valuable asset.