Mystique

"Nice try," replied Mystique before swiftly using the flexibility in her legs to propel her into the back seat and literately **** him using just her legs from the seat behind, "Stop resisting. I'm only putting you to sleep so you're easier to transport. There's someone who wants to meet you," she teased.

Panicked, Connor tried his hardest to get free, grabbing at her leg, grabbing on the door rest to try to pull himself forward but that only seemed to increase the pressure, before trying to lower the seat back onto her. For a moment, he was able to breathe again until she swift extracted herself and climbed right on top of him, placing her knees onto his neck cutting off his oxygen again. He pounded on her thigh as hard as he could, unable to get any kind of leverage as the word went dark.

"Excellent. Continue to stare forward. That's right. Repeat after me," said the beautiful woman with blonde hair, "my cock will swiftly grow to fourteen inches and double in girth. I will be so horny, it will be impossible not to seek our women and use my powers on them."

*GUCK GUCK GUCK GUCK GUCK* Connor felt his cock descending into the Brunette woman's mouth in the dark movie theatre. Still, maybe I should go easy on her. I might be the next stage in human evolution -- but it does look like she's suffering. It looked bigger than this morning. Thank God for the X-gene. Connor had heard rumors that mutants were packing way more down there and had grown to a very respectable nine inches....but now it was closer to twelve and thicker too.

"Oh god! That feels so good!" cried Connor locking eyes, "You have no gag reflex when cock is in your mouth. You love to deepthroat faster, further, higher? Wait lower. You love face fucking cock." The woman freezing in her place as she mindlessly repeated.

"I have no gag reflex when cock is in my mouth. I want to deepthroat faster, further lower", the woman said sliding her lover's cock two thirds down swiftly and back up, "I love face fucking cock," the Brunette responded, the manager tag on her lapel glistening; almost as much as the ring on her finger.

"Your fiancé or husband or whatever too. You worship his cock every night and every morning, two times. You'll do whatever he asks," responded Connor feeling a little guilty noticing the ring for the first time. He'd been to focused on her other features till then. As the Brunette repeated the phrases between rapid, deep thrusts.

The moment Connor had walked into the theatre, he had his target set. That incredibly tight pantsuit left little to the imagination and she had quite a moderate busy. Plus that fantastic hair. It made sense she ought to be the one to service her customer and give great customer service. It was kind of her to comp his ticket and drinks too. All it took was a short request to speak to the Manager in private to make a complaint and she was made compliant instead.

"Awesome. Wide awake on three. Go deeper, you're only talking about half. 1-2-3," commanded Connor as he put his hands behind his head smiling at seeing one of his face actresses on screen while an almost equally attractive woman knelt between his spread legs, doing all the work, now taking about two thirds at fairly incredible speed. Afternoon movies were rarely busy and sitting at the far back, was perfect. He doubted with the loud sounds of the action movies if the two other people in the theatre could hear. "Fuck, why can't I come?" wondered Connor, as he saw what was probably one of the most beautiful woman entering the movie theatre and a well built tall man.

Huh, the movie is almost over. Why would a new person be coming into the theatre now?

The woman behind him stroked the hair of the young teenager as he stared into the mirror. "You won't cum till you reach your full size."

"I won't cum till I reach my full size."

"Good pet, we wouldn't want to slow down that growth all those x-women are going to enjoy, would we?" she snickered. Having once mind-fucked Scott and made Scott into her willing boyfriend and pleasure ****, one of her favorite parts was mind **** Scotts memories and recalling all the times in vivid detail, he'd fucked Jean and the sensations she'd shared with him of the carnal, raw pleasure she felt. She'd used Scott herself and knew Jean was used to taking a thick, twelve inch poll. Can't have her lowering her standards, can we? She could imagine the shock on Jean or Scott's face as this teenage boy outdid him and stretched her out. "I will enroll as a student at the x-men academy."

"I will enroll as a student the x-men academy."

"Good pet. Just a few more. I will take over as many students and staff for the brotherhood as possible."

"I will take over as many students and staff for the brotherhood as possible," mindlessly repeated the teenager staring at his own eyes in the mirror.

"I will make sure they are rendered powerless and unable to attack if they hear the phrase Brotherhood's Whore"

"I will make sure they are rendered powerless and unable to attack if they hear the phrase ...Brotherhood's Whore"

"Very well done. I am loyal to the brotherhood. I will make them my slaves for the brotherhood by our attack in two weeks time"

"I am loyal to the brotherhood. I will make them my slaves for the brotherhood by our attack in two weeks time."

"Perfect. But you mustn't be sloppy. I will take my time, be careful and control them when I am sure, I won't be caught, like when we are alone."

"I will take my time, be careful and control them when I am sure I won't be caught, like when we are alone."

"Good. Now forget everything that happened in this trance"

"Its time to forget everything that happened in this trance."

"I will be especially brutal to Jean, anytime I take her," fucking bitch deserves it thought The White Queen. Scott and her were so happy. Why did Jean and the x-men have to come save him? He was happy. They were happy. They were in love and Jean ruined it.

"I will be especially brutal to Jean, anytime I take her,"

"You skipped school to watch a movie. Its time to watch a movie. Find a lover. Wait and enjoy the movie," reinforcing her commands with intense psychic power, while stroking the back of his hair, the White Queen always a dominatrix, whispered into his ear, "Good boy," as she put her heel in his back and kicked him over onto the floor forward breaking his trance; there was no need to make these commands permanent; besides it might cause more chaos or be more fun if they wore off he realized what we'd been made to do a few weeks into his time at the mansion.

Getting up in a bit of a daze, he wondered out the door he was dragged **** in by Toad, at her command, ensuring he'd only have perfectly normal memories of ditching school early, taking the bus and heading to a movie theatre intending to get laid with his new powers. A completely believable story for why Scott and Jean couldn't find him at the high school. Toad looked at the lady in the all-white Brassiere, "Is that really going to work? Was all that stuff about Jean necessary?"

She just shrugged. We'll see. Having the leader of the x-men's fiancé and him distraught out of commission and especially mind fucked, can't hurt. "Either way, some of them will be on our side or be powerless, when in two weeks time, we free Magneto and continue our plans that were so rudely interrupted"

Shit, she's pointing at me. Shit shit, they are coming this way!!

Locking eye contact, he quickly told her to "Clean yourself up. Sit in the seat be side me. Act normal," as he struggled to do up his pants and belt; and seem like he was just normally watching the film, as his conspirator tried to wipe the drool off her face and neck. There was no way she could fix her running mascara though. Connor didn't dare make eye contact with two people present. Something innately told him it was a bad idea and these people meant business with the confidence they walked; and the one with glasses was built like a semitruck, clearly able to kick his ass.

Do my powers even work through ruby coloured sun glasses?!

*Ahem*, coughed the busty red head with her husband beside who walked straight towards them, before touching her temple making the conspirator slump backwards as if fallen asleep completely and turning to give a warm, welcoming smile.

I could get used to that smile Connor thought, especially around my dick. I wouldn't tell her not to gag. He immediately relaxed and felt some trust towards her but also wondered where the last thought came from? Why would he be cruel to her? The thought did make his dick twitch though, Connor noticed.

"My name is Jean and this is my partner Scott. Don't worry, we aren't upset. We've seen other mutants use their...powers to get some...advantages early in life. Exploration is a natural part of many people's awakening and when we are done here, I'll try to reverse or do any mental changes you've made so no permanent harm is done. You see, I'm a fellow mutant and my power is telepathy."

"Wow, so you can read minds?" Oh shit, did she read my mind about the making her smile while gagging on my cock?

"Yes, though I do try respect privacy and rarely use my powers without consent" flashing that great smile, "and powerful telekinesis," she said as she lifted a popcorn bucket into the air and let it smoothly drop. "It's impressive, isn't it? Truth me told, it took me years of concentrated effort to learn to control my power so smoothly and not cause damage. When I first tried, the bag would probably be crushed", she chuckled, "and popcorn everywhere. Where I learned was an place of learning for young men and women with extraordinary gifts. We are from Xavier's Institute for the Gifted. We've already spoken to your parents about an exciting educational opportunity. Scott too is a fellow mutant himself," motioning to her partner who also smiled but seemed on guard.

"You are! Aren't you?! Wow! You're the first two mutants I've meet in real life. Is that why you are wearing those red glassses? Mostly I've just seen mutants on TV," excited called out Connor, "Please tell me more about this institute."

Taken back a bit by his excitement, Jean took a moment to collect herself, "Well, we train mutants to hone their powers, to better use them and allow them to be around their own kind and see the wide variety of ways the x-gene expresses itself, while giving you a world class education that's diversified by unique interests. We have science, dance, theatre, computer classes, workshop, martial arts, almost anything you could imagine or be passionate about. There's an on campus gift, swimming pool, movie theatre, tennis court, soccer field, library and other amenities, you might enjoy. We'll teach you be able to control your power at will if its possible or find a way to help you maintain control over it," smiled Jean while cringing a little bit reading the memories of the manager.

While speaking, she also tried to reverse some of the changes, though finding it difficult like her neurons were set and wouldn't budge. "How strong and permanent is this kid's effect? What is it exactly?" and feeling a little horny replaying some of the scenes in her head. It looked....enormous. He was much younger than Scott and so perhaps had the potential to grow more over the next few years and he was Twelve inches and that thick? Lucky kid.

Lucky woman too. All those instructions to enjoy and love it resulted in her feeling immense pleasure as it stretched her throw and slide along the internal walls. In fact, the faster and deeper it went, the better it felt and she was in a near constant orgasm when she was rapidly bobbling the last few inches, she could manage. What would all the way down feel like? Jean couldn't help but secretly wonder what it would have felt like if she'd managed to swallow it all. Its impressive she even got 8 inches down with its thickness. Would she orgasm from just a tiny bit more? Start orgasming harder as she moved closer to reaching the bottom? As someone who found orgasms long and tedious to come by, even with Scott's endowment pounding her, she felt oddly....jealous.

A bit lost in thought and noticing his wife was clearly telepathically preoccupied no doubt trying to assist the manager. Scott loved her caring nature; how honest and pure she was. Scott stepped up to take over the sales pitch, "There's lots of sports and its more like a college dorm than a high school. You'll love it. There's lots of people you're age, with similar interests, so you'll get to make friends, socialize and your powers won't make you an outcast as everyone has powers, Connor! Its exclusively for the gifted if you get my meaning," reaching our his hand, helping Connor out of his seat, "Before we tracked you down, we had a conversation with your parents and then gave where they thought you were so we could come collect you. Our plan was to have a longer discussion with your parents and you together. They seemed on board though still want to know more and would like to get your input too. This decision will have a big impact on your future. If you're willing, we can drive you back to your house, we can collect some of your things and be on our way to your new school for the next few years. What do you say, Champ?"

Oh god, the manger was set to perform for her fiancé, doing anything he wanted twice every morning and night. I can't seem to remove it. Or any of the other things he did. Honestly, the thought scared her a bit. Such permanent changes even one of the world's most powerful psychic could not undo it? It might be only his own mind which can undo it.

"Yes! I literately can't say no to an offer like that," as an **** part of him trying to resist the commands he'd been given, cried out for help.

"Well, before you leave, maybe we'll give you a moment of privacy with the manager here and you can reverse the changes you made, and you can explain a bit about your powers," smiled Jean innocently but really starting to get the slightest nervous. He kept looking at her lips, her sizeable chest and any woman knows these signs of sexual interest in the gaze. Behind her, she noticed Scott stiffen. Scott's mind was pretty sharp and he likely reasoned if I were able to remove them myself, I would have.

Remain calm, Scott. The kids changes seem pretty permanent. Perhaps I could remove it with Cerebro boosting me. But right now, we need this kid's cooperation.

If he were to implant suggestions in Scott, would she be able to remove those? She'd just put him to sleep. So she wouldn't be fighting off two adversaries and would immediately do the same to the kid. She had the psychic energy built and ready to fire. Even built in an automatic program that if he attempted anything, without her cooperation, he'd fall asleep. The kid seemed like he was genuinely a nice kid though.

"My powers?" piqued Connor's curiosity, she didn't look inside my mind without permission and find out?, "Well, they produce a sort of hypnosis or like a hypnotic state in someone when I lock eyes but it takes like 3 to 5 minutes before I can induce a trance," lied Connor downplaying his powers efficacy as it was near instantaneous and wanted her to not be afraid to look him in the eyes for even very short periods.

"Oh," replied Jean, recalling in the memories of the manager it seemed much quicker -- but many people under hypnosis report time passing quicker or faster or shorter and the subject seemed not to remember what happened while under trance. As far as the manager was concerned, there was just a second moment of disorientation, then waking up and changes in thoughts, feelings, actions and bodily responses, "I see." Not quite sure if he was telling the truth, as it didn't quite match the manager. Maybe she just didn't remember the rest of the induction.

Shit, does she know I'm lying? Fuck. I need her to trust me.

For the first time, Connor locked eyes with her, "Trust me. Wake up... This woman and I'll do my best to put her back to normal."

Jean was glad to see Connor was willing to put this manager back to the way he found her before playing. It really did help her feel a growing sense of trust towards Connor. I suppose it is time to wake her up. We've sold him on the institute. She sometimes herself would play with Scott's mind, erection and so-forth with his consent and she always put him back exactly the way, she found him. The commonality made her trust him more. If he says it takes 3-5 minutes, it takes 3-5 minutes. So I'm safe around him as long as I don't spend more than 3-5 minutes alone, Jean thought while waking up the manager. It was nice to imagine she could have a regular 3 minute conversation alone with him and not need a second person like Scott there constantly on watch or guard.

"We'll meet you in the lobby," responded Jean. We should give them some space. Many mutants are shy using their abilities at first -- especially if they have to reverse or do something sexual. Jean sent to Scott. Thirsty? triggered Jean in Scott's mind as they walked down the stairs to exit the theatre and she was confident they were far enough away, Connor would not be able to see the bulge from the rear in Scott's casual attire. She was so horny, so turned on at the experience she picked up from the manager, she decided to make a quick pit stop with Scott in the Handicap washroom. She'd have Scott spend a few minutes going down on her, using the trigger he allowed her to install, and leave him none the wiser.

"As she leaned back on the washroom sink and spread her legs," running her hands through Scott's hair, she carefully closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation more and further tune into Connor's thoughts to confirm if he was, in fact, removing the suggestions from the manager. She couldn't help, but reminiscence while Scott was experienced, practiced and excellent at this task, the sensations she felt and amount of pleasure paled in comparison to what the manager was feeling moments ago.

Monitoring his thoughts, she was surprised, he left in a few like the lack of gag reflex and loving face fucking. Though, this seemed a bit perverted, she trusted his motivations were pure, seeing he justified it in his head as he owed it to the husband for having used his fiancé without his knowledge or permission; effectively turning her into a cheater. Remembering, the time the White Queen stole Scott, she really could emphasis with the manager's future husband. Even if the White Queen had put some interesting triggers in Scott's mind like Thirsty and Thirst Fulfilled, which surprisingly Scott consented to have not removed, she still hadn't forgiven her. They were rivals now, even if, she really did enjoy having Scott eat her out anytime she wanted with no memory of the experience. God, did the White Queen put that in there to corrupt me? To prove, I aren't any better than her? But Scott consented to it remaining...it's...different.

What surprised her most was he didn't remove the sex two times a day rule and just dialed it down to at least, every second morning and every second night. Naughty she thought about him and herself as she continued to enjoy the sensations between her legs, here, in a public bathroom, while she was 'working'. The difference is Scott consented. I'll have to have a talk with him about consensual changes with willing or even eager partners versus changes on a partner who has not consent. I trust he'll understand the difference and act in good faith from now on.

Reluctantly seeing he was starting to wake up the manager, "Thirst fulfilled," Jean sent to Scott. As she watched Scott wipe his chin and backing up, she couldn't help but wish they had the full twenty minutes it usually took her to finish. Hoping off the sink, she gently thought and commanded wash your face hon as she pulled up her own panties and resumed her looking normal appearance. They left just in time to beat Connor to the lobby to pretend as if they'd been there the whole time, waiting.

Jean smiled again and with a knowing-tone in her voice, said "Almost all fixed?" which caused Connor to stammer a bit in his answer "Uh ...uh....yes....almost. There was umm some stuff I did--couldn't fix, but she's almost fixed, I swear!"

"Great," Jean replied as she trusted what he said. Wow, I thought he was being naughty and it was really he couldn't fix it. Huh. Suddenly, realizing based off her trust, if he said he couldn't remove those commands, he couldn't, so it wasn't perverse at all. She was going to inform her husband about the fact he didn't really remove all the changes and do it herself with Cerebro later. Now though, as she reconsidered it, there really isn't any need. He just lacked the ability or skill.

"Well on our way then," as Scott said as he took his partner's hand and walked with her towards the exit, with Connor in tow behind them.

Even without her telepathic ability, something told Jean, Connor's eyes would be glued to her practically skin-tight clothing showing off her amazing ass. Teasing Scott, she sent him He can look, but he can't touch, right? to which Scott responded by giving her a quick peck on the cheek.

He loved her faithfulness, loyalty and consideration. He trusted her so absolutely. She always went out of the way to make him feel reassured and do the right thing. Two-thirds of the X-Men tried to steal glances when they thought Scott or Jean wasn't watching. Logan outright stared like a wild animal looking at fresh meat. Now that bothered him. He couldn't hold it against Connor. His partner was hot and he was a teen but she was also his. He'd protect her if Connor tried anything.