Take Charge

Oh how this situation has changed.

And the day started off so well. The Brotherhood's partnership with Hydra was coming to a close. Assisting those single-minded idiots was but a means to an end. She was minutes away from retrieving the contract that would bind a whopping 35% of Hydras armed forces for a single mission.

With how many idiots Hydra has command of, 35% is nothing to scoff at. The Brotherhood just needed a large sum of blind cannon fodder to serve as an appropriate distraction in the form of an attack on the X-Mansion. The attack was meant to mask what should be a simple extraction mission.

Nothing more than a quick in and out.

Two to three enter. Six to ten leave.

Xavier had recently brought in a new wave of mutants. Teenagers who still have time to grow and develop. The perfect subjects to invite into the Brotherhood. Whether they like it or not, they'll learn to conform.

But then one thing led to another. And now look at her.

She was supposed to be the captor here. Not this bratty teen.

Had she been too greedy? Is this her just deserts? The Brotherhood's end goal is to secure young mutants with powerful potential.

This boy fit the bill.

She heard Hydra and their wish to **** the kid, and she had to step in to convince them that he was more useful alive than dead. A mutant with the ability to imprint his thoughts as commands? Only a group of simple-minded dumbasses would want to exterminate someone so young and ripe with that much potential power.

Which explains why they wanted him dead...

Sure, she may have jumped the gun... But she jumped the gun with a semi-thought out plan. For fucks sake, she had the forethought to equip dampening plugs that were strong enough to block out the likes of Jean Gray, Emma Frost, and even the Professor.

Everything would have gone by smoothly if Maria goddamn Hill hadn't gone out and fucked everything up. If it weren't for their unprompted scuffle, she would have had her plugs in, and she'd be the one sitting smugly while he shivered in fear.

But now, look at her. A grown-ass woman who could effortlessly beat this boy to a pulp on the pavement, without any powers, was stuck in wary anticipation for whatever this kid had planned.

She rose from the chair and glanced to her side. Maria stood right beside the front door, with a hand teasing the grip of her pistol.

The entrance was a no go.

The potted plant beside her could still be used as an unexpected projectile. The boy wouldn't see it coming, and one solid hit should knock him out.

Mystique's slender fingers twitch.

She was a second away from reaching for it but stopped herself. That plan wouldn't work. The pot would undoubtedly hurt the boy, and causing harm to him was the last thing she wanted.

Well, that limits her options. She can't harm him; that just isn't an option. She also can't escape through the entrance...

Her hips swayed subtly as she walked before the seated body. She cocked her hip to the side and stuck out a pointed leg from behind the white drape of clothing that protruded from her dress.

She could intimidate him. Yes. That's what she'll do.

The boy has barely reached the age of eighteen. And with his reasonably scrawny build, he'd tremble before any stern authority figure, especially one that's a woman of her caliber.

She just had to be careful. No, there is no doubt he's going to make an attempt to manipulate her, in the same way he mind-fucked agent Hill. But there's no way she's going to be as much of a pushover as that woman.

Unlike the agent, Mystique went through actual training to keep her mind resilient against psychic based attacks. Even Jean would have to put in some focus to slip into her subconscious.

Now, from what she knows of the boy. His powers are different in that he can speak his mental voice into someone's head and make them think that it is their idea or a command stemming from their own brain.

But a simple way to fight against that is to just know one's self. For example, she is well aware that it is her idea to sit on the boy's lap. Her brain created the order on its own accord, and it wasn't just an outside thought from him that slipped behind her awareness. That is why as she pushed aside the back of her dress and sat her bare blue panty-swallowing ass cheeks onto the boy's lap. She isn't stressing because she knows that is what SHE chose to do.

Now, if her brain said to, give away the secrets as to why the Brotherhood is working with Hydra. Or something else she knows she would never do; then she can assume he is manipulating her, and she can put her mental training to work and fight him off.

"The Brotherhood intends to infiltrate Xavier's school on the 16th. We are going to use Hydra as a coverup to distract the heavy hitters so we can kidnap their students while they are distracted." Mystique said to Maria as she ground her ass on top of the boy's lap. Her plan was simple. Distract both parties until the time for the perfect escape presented itself.

If Maria was busy writing down notes, and the boy was too blinded by his pathetic lust for the female figure, she could slip out from under their noses.

To help make sure the boy was receiving as much arousal as possible, Mystique reached behind herself and under the weight of her ass. She fumbled with his obvious boner and shifted it until the warm throbbing large genital plopped right between her ass cheeks. A warm, breathed sigh escaped her lips, and she nearly moaned.

Almost. She was a woman. He was basically a child compared to her. She wouldn't moan unless he **** her to, and obviously, she'd be able to anticipate him and block out such a petty use of mind control.

What caught her off guard was his hand that brushed against her right breast. It goes without saying that her ample chest had repeatedly been jiggling as she shifted atop his crotch, especially since she doesn't wear a bra since access clothing doesn't work too well with her shapeshifting ability.

Less than a second after his hand grazed the outer bulge of her bust; she snapped her hand out to catch his wrist. Her first instinct was to break his wrist; it would be rather effortless for her to do with her hands alone. But fortunately, she was quick enough to remember that causing harm to him is something she can't do.

Instead, she said. "No touching." His hand retracted. And she continued to rub his pointed dick against her asscrack. She could even feel the slight dampness of pre-cum, through his thin shorts, brush against her inner cheeks and thighs as it grazed the entrance to her pussy.

The boy was no doubt going to use his powers to try to get a second go at her tits. She fully anticipated it and knew for a fact she wasn't going to let him touch her chest. If any thought crossed her mind that contradicted that, she would know for sure it's not her own thought and proceed to resist the command.

His cock throbbed from under her fat ass. The slight movement causes a pulse to travel through her, and she grabbed his left hand. She guided him to her chest, specifically the side of her dress, which revealed some sideboob. With her help, she slipped his hand through the armpit hole of her top and clasped his hand over her tit. Her dark blue nipple was fully erect, almost as stiff as the dick that wanted to poke a hole through his pants and her completely absorbed panties.

She retracted her hand and let out a moan as he left his hungry fingers under her top and squeezed and kneaded her breast. Her hand pressed over his from outside his dress and encouraged him while he continued to swish, pull, rub, jiggle her breast.

Sure, she had just told herself she wouldn't let him do this. But with the way the cock trapped beneath her cheeks throbbed, he was clearly enjoying her tits, and that enjoyment would leave him too dazed to stop her from escaping.

It was odd that he so far hasn't used his power on her once, or at least attempted to do so. But that just must be her intimidating presence. Obviously, he wouldn't try to pull anything cause he knows she'd kill him on the spot if he tried.

Well, she would kill him. Hell, she would never even harm a hair on his head. But he didn't need to know that. If he did, he might try to mess with her in the same way he did to Maria. Or maybe even worse. Honestly, she didn't want to consider how powerful he could be if he were older and more sure of himself and his ability.

Maria stood patiently against the door while Mystique was crafting her plan to distract them both. The agent had been writing down the information she gave her before and looked up. She ignored the blatant sexual action in front of her (More proof that the agent wasn't half as good at resisting mind control as she was.) and instead asked a question.

"The 16th? Does that date have any correlation with the relocation of prisoners of the raft to temporary holding cells?"

Mystique barely heard the woman over her own sweaty moans. No one could blame her; she had to make sure the boy was getting as much sexual relief as he could manage. She leaned her back over his shoulder and panted towards the ceiling. Her rose-red hair pooled across the couch and his face as he had both of his hands underneath her top, mauling at her diamond hard nipples.

"The 16th? Yes..." She breathed and rubbed her as up and down his length; each time the action repeated, the back of her jiggling ass cheeks clapped against his lower stomach. "We... We.. Oahh!! Mm... We assumed that one or two of the higher X-Men members would be absent to help oversee the transfer. Hopefully, Storm, as it is centered in the ocean, she'd be a huge help. The fewer people at the mansion, the better."

"Interesting." Maria Hill jotted something down.

But Mystique couldn't care. The boy was about to cum; he had to be close. Once that happened, she'd be able to disorient Hill while she's busy writing and makes a break for it. She'd return later, **** the boy, and bring him back to base.

She picked up the place of her rotating hips. Her ass clenched over the big hard bulge in his pants as she flexed her cheeks together and made an attempt to squeeze the last bit of lust out of him.

But then, as if a pin dropped in her head. She realized something.

The woman stood up and turned to face the mute mutant. She took a step forward and sunk her knees onto the couch. Her crotch lowered over his still hard bulge. After a mental flex, her chest began to grow a sex size larger, and her ass shifted to a less fatty, more toned shape, her stomach bulked up, and her facial features shifted to be a bit more chiseled.

She knew he had a thing for the Black Widow. How did she know that? It would be assumed for a perverted boy like him. Her white dress was now replaced with a skintight jumpsuit that mirrored Maria's. Though instead of a few silver stripes and a belt around her hips, the jumpsuit she wore had some red lines and a black belt that hugged her hips, along with a zipper that went from her crotch all the way up to her neck.

"Do you like me?" Her new voice nearly purred. "You can show me just how you feel." Mystique lowered the Black Widow's crotch onto his boner. The warm throbbing meat was squished between her crotch and his crotch as she mashed her larger breasts against his chest and pushed her lips against his.

There was no way he'd expect her to come onto him like this. And Maria must be watching in complete shock.

She smiled as her lips mashed into the boys. Was she really the only one with a brain here? The boy had no idea how to use his power on such a dominating woman, and Maria is too much of a failure of a SHIELD agent to resist herself.

Why was she even hesitant if she was the only one in control of herself here.

The agent was a save to the boy, and the boy was a **** to his arousal. And with the way, the boy reached his hand around to sink his fingers into her meaty cheeks; it was clear his arousal was a **** to her.

"Well, thank you for the information." Maria approached the two with a sly smile. "And thank you." She said with her eye on the boy.

"What are you thanking him for?" Mystique snapped back. She reeled back her lips away from the boy; a stringy line connected her mouth with his as she spoke. "You're the ignorant one allowing a mutant to mind control you when you could easily have him placed in dampening cuffs."

Maria chose not to respond and instead sit herself down on the couch's armrest.

No surprise there. She had no excuse for her ignorance. Honestly, her agent should be deranked. How someone as trained as her could lose her will to a kid with barely a grasps on his power is baffling.

But regardless, this was her perfect chance. Maria pulled out her phone and was busy texting someone. And the boy was completely blinded by his hormones.

Still, in the body of the Black Widow, Mystique shifted herself back and slid her hands down the boy's body. She teased his dick through the shorts he wore as she slowly stepped off the couch.

She glanced back to the unguarded front door and smirked. Even under mind control, the woman should still have some common sense; by now, the small bit of respect Mystique had for her as a capable opponent has completely vanished.

She continued to tease the boy's cock as she counted in her head.

She'd make a break for it in three...

Two...

She should dance for him.

Mystique stood up. Her body transformed back into her natural blue-skinned figure, and she began to shake her body to some random music that played from Maria's phone. She started by swaying her hips to the faint beat; she stretched her slender arms up and gradually spun in place as the music continued to drone on.

Turning around completely, she began to gyrate her hips and shake her behind. Her two fat-filled cheeks jiggled from the movement and made ripples across her blue-skinned backside. She brought her hands back to grip a firm hold of her juicy cheeks and spread them apart so that the boy could see the fabric that is her panties, which were made invisible by her thick cheeks that swallowed it up.

SLAP

She brought her hand down on her left cheek. Then she flexed her muscles and shapeshifted her body. Her skin turned green, and she grew a much more muscle-bound body; her thick, sim figure shifted to that of a bulky athlete with all that fat in her body regulated to her ass and chest. Her hair was now dark green, as she took the appearance of She-Hulk. She continued to dance for the boy's enjoyment; her hands placed on her hips, she extended a leg and rotated her ass.

After a minute, she leaned forward and shook her green-skinned ass, which also swallowed the purple and white form fitting body that She-Hulk has been known to wear. Mystique slapped her ass and transformed herself into the body of The Invisible Woman, and continued the dance. Her body was now clad in a blue jumpsuit that clung like a second layer of skin to her lithe slim figure.

Though her new form was much more slender in comparison to She-Hulk's bulk, it wasn't helped by the sheer tightness of the Fantastic Four suit. It clung to even the inner potions of her ass, and she averagely sized chest had the shape of each breast jutting out nearly as if she were standing naked.

(Future Dogdog here. I over-exaggerated the sexual features of that suit there, I'm dog enough to admit it, but I was horny when writing this, so just work with it. Besides, it's a porn world. So it works.)

She splayed her body onto the floor and pressed her hands against the ground as she arched her head and back upwards. She wanted to give the boy a proper side view of The Invisible Woman's tight fuckable body.

Then in an instant, and for only an extremely brief second. Mystique felt odd with her own thoughts.

The Invisible Woman's tight fuckable body?

Is that a thought she actually had? No.. Yes? N. No... No, why would she... That was such a perverse and naive thought to have, she's...

"Yeah, they're en route to this location," Maria said, responding to seemingly no one.

The boy's gaze switched back to Mystique. Then like the flipping of a switch, she realized why she had been so suddenly confused. The boy hadn't cum yet; she couldn't risk escaping if he was left with a fully loaded cock.

She turned, swayed herself around on all fours, and crawled towards the teen. The Invisible Woman's beautiful face shifted into a hunger filled expression. Of course, she wasn't truly aroused by the prospect of getting the brat off, but sometimes acting is in order, as is par for the course in her line of work.

Her hand gripped the yielding couch cushion, and she gradually shifted herself to a standing position over his seated body.

A finger tapped her plush lower lip. "Who should I become next..." She teased. "Oh... I know..." Her well-curved hips swayed as she stepped towards Maria, who was still sitting on the armrest.

The agent, too focused on her phone to notice the hand that reached out and grabbed her. Mystique pulled her out to stand in front of the teen.

"What are you-" Maria was cut off.

"Shh." Mystique flicked back the Invisible Woman's golden hair and shapeshifted into an identical-looking copy of the SHIELD agent. "I'm just having fun..." She stepped close enough to breathe against Maria's face. Her hand rose up to gently toy with Maria's short blackish-brown hair.

The agent wasn't having any of it. Apparently, the boy mind-fucked her enough to be fine with watching but getting involved was when she crossed the line. With a faint blush on her light-brown face, she made a move to push away the identical version of herself.

But she paused with her hands raised, midway through the action of showing Mystique away. The fake Maria took a mental note of this and faintly smirked. The boy was clearly giving her a mental command; the poor agent was nothing but his boy toy at this point. But it's helpful to know, when he's implanting a command, the victim shows a faint sign that could give away who and when he's manipulating someone.

Though with the knowledge that his focus is on Maria, maybe she should use this time to make a break for it. Instead of putting on a show for... Wait... Wait, why does she want to get him off before...

The boy's focus left Maria, and Mystique instantly remembered how risky it would be to leave anytime before the boy ejaculates. She needs to use that recovery period to escape. Anytime before that would run the risk of him attempting to control her.

Maria pressed herself into Mystique abruptly, her breasts mashed against Mystique's equally sized rack, and the agent brought her lips forward to connect the two in a kiss. Mystique rolled her eyes. Of course, the boy would control Hill into accepting her advance; the perverted kid is as much her puppet as agent Hill is his. She didn't bother to hide her smug look as watching Hill be toyed around with so effortless was a sight to behold.

Mystique accepted Maria's advance and pressed her lips against the agent. The two identical looking women then flared to life, they let out moans into each other's mouths, and their hands began to roam freely across each other's mirrored bodies. Mystique squeezed Maria's ass, and the agent responded by slapping her right cheek.

She winced in the form of a moan since her buttocks were still somewhat sour from her previous self-claps. Maria leaned back her head; she kept the shared spit in her mouth as she proceeded to plant wet kisses down Mystique's mouth, cheek, and chin. The shapeshifter's body writhed, and she rubbed her thick sweaty thighs together.

Maria had been toying with the zipper on Mystique's jumpsuit while she coated her identical twins' face in saliva-filled kisses. She slowly dragged the zipper lower and lower until Maria was faced with her own ample bosom bouncing in her face. She licked her lips and leaned down to plant kisses on the bronze-skinned tits that were mirrors to her own pair.

Being quick to catch on, Mystique shifted her shoulders loose of the jumpsuit and continued to lower the zipper while Maria was busy sucking her own tits. Mystique hummed when Maria practically bit down on the fully erect brown nipple that poked out from the areola lining the sizable tit.

She punished the agent by pushing her back. She stumbled and was knocked onto the floor. It was too much fun pushing around this idiotic woman who could easily defend herself if she wasn't such a brainless doll.

Mystique smirked down at Maria using her own face and kicked shuffled out of the rest of the jumpsuit. She stood naked in the room, hoping the boy was using this moment to get himself off.

The quicker he cums, the quicker she can report back to base.

But right now, there is something she needs to do. Just to punish this dumb bitch for not putting dampening cuffs on the kid. If she had, then she wouldn't be so brainless at the moment.

Mystique stepped over the fallen Maria and spread her legs wide. The line sheen of sweat bounced light off her tanned body. She held her coy smile, spread her legs, and lowered her ass down onto the agent's face. What's more of a punishment than making such a high-ranking SHIELD agent eat out her own sweaty ass?

Muffled moans quickly replaced Maria's warm breathy pants as Mystique squatted over and spread her ass cheeks around the woman's face.

This is ridiculous. Somehow she has gained total control of this situation.

She couldn't keep a short chuckle from bubbling out of her. It was beautiful. The brat controlled her, and she controlled the brat. He was too blindly aroused by her, and this agent is too blindly trusting of a kid with mind-control powers.

If only Maria was trained like her; by now, it's more than apparent that this kid has no chance of controlling her mind.

She's the one in charge here. And by the time they realize, she’ll be long gone.

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