Red

"Having only a split second," Connor just tried the red button thinking "Red means off or danger and from the perspective of the remote-operator, it would be dangerous if the mutant's powers were activated?" Wincing for a moment, he prepared for a painful explosion to rip through his hands but just felt a clink as the arm brace slid off. Huh? He felt ...nothing? The power limiting bracelets were off? HOW?! 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.

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 off she thought realizing he must have pressed the red button. Honestly, both buttons lead to freedom. The left would have toggled the power-removing function on and off. While the red, removed the cuffs. 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 do not want to just kill you she admonished him in her head while wondering if she'd have ****. "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 both hands formed into a fist 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; before taking the other hand and using it to literately try to pry her closed eyelids open, forcing her to look into his eyes.

Staring at her eyes, they were ever so slightly, starting to open even as she held them as tight as she could. He just didn't have grip with just one hand while using the other to keep her chin fixed in his line of sight. Would would get tired soon and he'd win, unless perhaps I bluff? "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 her eyes were almost a third of the way open now.

"Slow down," commanded Connor trying to get a hypnotic command through with her barely open eyes and he felt the vehicle slow! Yes!

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 fiery 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 dodge the car just in time, to avoid traffic and run the red light. She knew she needed assistance and had to get back to Brotherhood hideout as soon as possible. Only a few more blocks.

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, only focused on the road, with her eyes open and plenty of time, she was gracefully dodged a stopped car and slide through the intersection, while placing one hand on the gear-shaft. Gently, without pain, pushing the young boy's hands away. SHIT SHIT SHIT, she thought, keeping her head forward as she felt the fingers slip from her mouth and both hands grasping onto her forehead keeping her eyes open, as the young man tried to position himself in front and to the side of her.

She tried her hardest to slam her foot onto the break and send him flying through the windshield -- but her body rejected that can't hurt him. She thought about headbutting him -- her body rejected that too. Can't hurt him. Every idea she came up with, her own body rejected again and again. Turning sharp to the left to send him to the left side of the car? Can't hurt him came back a sense from her mind, it would be rejected too. She knew that it might hurt him if he was flown across the car into the car door or window shield.

Even trying to slam on the breaks, just resulted in the car slowing at a gradual speed. Too sudden change in velocity could mean Connor got hurt. Can't hurt him. Jumping out of the car would probably be hurting him as the car would crash with no driver. Can't hurt him

Pull over and park, she heard in her mind as the boy eyes came into the corner of her field of view. She could resist this one, it wasn't too strong though she felt herself relaxing, her mind slowing. Pull over and park spoke again. Internally, a part of her wanted to resist but this command felt so much strong. More firm, more commanding, as she screamed in rage and began to slow the car ever so slightly. A part of her mind noticing a block away from the hideout as a place to pull over and park. The young boy was staring more directly into her eyes and she felt herself relax entirely. The harder she tried to resist, the more she felt herself relax deeper, her mind going more and more blank as the boy intensely starred with a focused brow. Pull over and park.

She felt her body move into the spot she'd seen and park. "Continue to look into my eyes he said as he sat back down into his seat slowly and her head followed to maintain eye contact. Sleep, all the way down. Deeper and deeper, with each and every breathe you take. Deeper and deeper more relax, more compliant, more and more suggestible to the sound of my voice."

"You love when I put you in trance."

"I love when you puts me in trance"

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Connor couldn't help but feel himself hard at those words. This mutant still in the image of a beautiful woman with red hair, plump lips and massive breasts. The feeling of her sucking on his fingers, still fresh in his mind,

"You....want to do what you did earlier...to my fingers....again but on my cock."

"I want to.... no. " I did it out of necessity.

Law of repeat suggestion? Connor's dick hoped with all his might, just repeating it a few more times and letting the trance grow deeper would allow him to achieve his goals.

"You....want to do what you did earlier with your mouth but on my cock."

"I want to do what I did earlier to your fingers......"but only to my lovers!

So close, come on! "On my cock..."

"On.....no." not yours...only lovers.

"You want to repeat what you did with your mouth on my cock"

"I want to repeat what I did with my mouth.....on....your cock" Fuck....

YESSSSS!

"You will use your mouth on my dick"

"I will use my mouth on your dick" Double fuck.

Fuck yes! thought Connor his cock almost fully hard at the thought of this red head, giving head and trying to think of any way this could go wrong. What if she uses it for a few seconds, has fulfilled her hypnotic conditioning and then stops?

"When you give a blowjob, you always make sure they cum in your mouth."

"I....always make sure....they cum.." No, some cum tastes bad.

"In your mouth"

"....in my mouth." Fuck, even men who taste bad?

"and you swallow"

"and I....swallow?" I guess... if its going in my mouth anyways.

"and you swallow"

"and I swallow" Less clean up...

"When you wake from this trance, you'll do it immediately and after look into my eyes again."

"When I wake.....do it immediately.... no..." Won't look in his eyes. Can't let him fuck me up further. I already now always let men cum and swallow?

"You'll look in my eyes when you're done."

"I'll look....." not his eyes, not his eyes!!

"You'll look in my eyes when you're done."

"I'll look into your eyes...." not when I finish. I'll look but only when I choose.

"You'll look in my eyes when I cum"

"I'll look into your eyes...when you cum" Fuck.....

"Wide awake on the count of ...3.....2....1..." commanded Connor bringing her up from the trance and breaking eye contact.

"You motherfucker!" yelled the red-headed spy in a deep, sexy, raspy voice as she reached over with her hands, swiftly undoing his pants and belt.

His cock popped up almost fully hard at seven inches.

"Impressed?" smiled the teen, knowing the jealousy he'd seen from other men in his high school locker room.

"Pff, not really," she replied as she stroked him to his full nine inches of hardness, very lazily, her eyes locked on his cock, pleased by the reaction spreading across his face. Sometimes, being **** to tell the truth can have its advantages.

"What! why?" demanded to know Connor, thinking she can't lie? She has to tell the truth?

"Eight is a mutants six. You're barely above average for a mutant. We are the superior race," replied the beauty spouting a belief, she'd been instilled by Magneto, as she moved her head overtop of the young man's pelvis.

"Yeah well, its not like anything I can do about it," responded a sullen Connor, still happy thought to be feeling her hands stroking him hard. God, that feels great. Looking at her soft lips, he barely noticed her eyebrows raise

Raising her eyebrows almost instinctively, Mystique though, I guess he doesn't realize the possibilities of hypnosis based powers. Self hypnosis?

Wait, why did she.... Swallowing deep, she took it all in one-go, making Connor almost freak-out trying to back away from the intense sensation of her throat contracting around the head. Cutting off his thought mid-thought.

"Woah woah woah, stop!" cried Connor as she continued to bob her head up and down, an inch or two from his pelvis, rapidly inserting him into her throat again and again.

Crap, The White Queen will never let me live this down, worried Mystique, as she prepared to give one of her well-practiced throat jobs. Having lived for hundreds of years, did have its advantage. She'd probably had more sex and given more head than 99.9% of porn stars over her several centuries of life including some very intense, passionate affairs; before she met the man she loved -- Magneto. His vision was overwhelmingly positive for her race. The idea of no longer being a freak and instead all those like her being on top, where they belong.

Leaning over, she could see the bulge in his pants, the one she'd both made grow hard and welter earlier that trip, as she moved from hot lady to old lady to spy and so forth. Currently stuck as the busty red head, she'd had the unpleasant experience of fighting for her life against on a few occasions. All in the name of a righteous cause though. Hmm, not bad she thought as she extracted its partially hard seven inches. I've had better thinking of a time she imitated Jean and made love to Scott's sizeable member. Scott was still the record holder in this department.

"Impressed?" smiled the teen, the young teen cocky.

Time to put him in his place, she replied, "Pff, not really" enjoying the look of disappointment spread across her face and the panicked cry for more information.

Connor needs to realize mutants were superior. Teach him, just another reason why, we deserved to be in charge. "Eight is a mutants six. You're barely above average for a mutant. We are the superior race," replied the beauty letting him know. She reflected on several men she had personally been with whom were larger. Magneto, Scott, Mindmaster, a few senators when trying to get the anti-mutant prevented from being passed, and so on.

"Yeah well, its not like anything I can do about it," sadly replied the young teen.

Ha? Mystique reflected on the way many, telepaths had used their powers on their own bodies to shape them using the mind-body connection. Improving bust size, better hair, clearer complexion, larger asses. Basically, attempting to mimic her power only on a much slower scale. She couldn't help but raise her eye brows automatically at the realization this boy having never tried using his powers on himself. He's still so new, he doesn't realize his potential.

I have to do this, but I get to control how its done, thought Mystique as she stroked his cock now fully hard cock. Hmm, looks a little better fully hard. As she proceeded to swallow it all the way down in one swift, practiced stroke, having long since mastered her body's mechanics, suppressing her gag reflex was second nature.

Mused, she watched as the young boy struggled to comprehend that intense, pleasurable sensations going through his mind as he shifted on his seat like he was trying to get away from her mouth and yelled the young mutant boy loudly, "Woah, woah woah, stop!", as she started to fondle his balls feeling them begin to clench as if he was seconds away from orgasming.

"Why did you raise your eyebrows?" demanded to know Connor as his mind latched onto something -- anything -- to put a pause to this intense pleasure.

Taking the cock from her throat to breath, she had **** but to truthfully answer his question, "Self-hypnosis to use the mind body connection" she replied as she pressed down her lips to his pelvis again. Only to feel hot cum shooting down her throat practically directly into her stomach.

"Oh god. FUCKKKKK" cried Connor as he felt himself clench again and again, instinctively grabbing into the red hair in front of him, he held her deep, all the way as pulse after pulse traveled down his shaft into mouth. Feeling her swallowing. Exactly as I programmed her he thought before feeling his last blast finish and he leaned back, her eyes locking with his.