Chapter 432 - My Original Stash #32 - My Superheroine Wife Is Really Really Into Mind Control by Chastity (1/2)
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Chapter 1
Your wife's blonde hair stretches down, where it's not done up in a tight bun. The real thing that always draws your attention towards it, like water being inextricably drawn into the drain, is her own eyes. There's a warmth to them that hasn't declined since she first confessed to you, back in high school. She doesn't even need to speak, really; just being across from you is enough to make her happy.
”You look so handsome today, Thomas,” she tells you, an easy smile on her lips. ”The curve of your chin…” She reaches out, fingertip brushing against b_a_r_e skin, smiling as traces out your jaw. ”I'm so lucky to have you.” There's a way she speaks when it's to you, as if she's inches from letting out a sweet sigh of p_l_e_a_s_u_r_e. Her hand reaches over to yours, clasping it, slipping fingers between your own in a tried and true motion that takes a finger's snap of time by this point.
”You look great yourself, Dany,” you tell her, earning an increasing smile from her, the faintest blush. Her actual name is Danylynn (her parents…), but you call her Dany.
”I've been writing another poem for you… would you like to hear it?” Since she works long and irregular hours, it's something she's taken up doing - they aren't necessary at all to reassure you of her love, since she's such a sickening romantic, but you smile and nod anyway. ”Oh, my sweet, wonderful Thomas / I fly in the sky, soar towards the heavens / but my thoughts are on the ground, of you… that's the start, at least,” she explains. ”Do you think it's good?”
”I think it's impossible for me to objectively evaluate a paean written to me, by you.”
She smiles at that, adjusting in her seat. ”It's hard for me to objectively evaluate you, too, but I'm writing a poem anyway…”
”It was wonderful, sweetheart,” you reassure her.
There's a ringing noise, repetitive, even pointed, from her phone, and she lets out this agonized groan of unhappiness. ”I'm so sorry, my love, I really ought to take this…”
”Go ahead, it's really no problem.” You'd feel guilty for stopping her, given what her job is.
She puts the phone to her ear. ”I'm with my darling husband right now, so it had better be important.”
”The Xenostasis fields have been penetrated again. We estimate an incursion force of twelve Emyprean Manhunters will arrive within the hour, before the holes can be repaired.”
”What?” Your wife looks shocked to hear it. ”That's terrible news. I'll be there as quickly as I can manage.” She hangs up, pausing for just a fraction of a second before gently cupping your chin with her free hand, the other squeezing yours tight. ”I love you,” she whispers, leaning forward and kissing you fiercely on the lips, her hot breaths tickling your mouth before she pulls back. ”If I don't come home, know that I died loving you, my darling.”
”You'll come back home. You always do. You're Earth's strongest hero, I know I have nothing to worry about.”
She smiles at that. ”You're always so optimistic.”
A moment later, she's at the glass doors that oversee your balcony - you couldn't even see the transition there, and once she is there, it's only a handful of moments before the door slams open wide and she's jetting off into the sky, having gotten into her costume at some point.
To you, seeing her go, she's nothing but a streak of white and red, a bolt of lightning fired directly into the sky.
You know what she looks like, a beautiful woman wearing a costume that mixes white, gold, and blue, and a red cape that flutters in the wind behind her. You know what she fights like, too: as an intense, honorable, dutiful, and serenely perfect warrior, a defender of the innocent. You've loved her since before you knew her as Astra, and you can't say that knowing more about her has ever made you love her any less.
While she's out, a package is delivered to your pleasant suburban home. It's addressed to Astra, and you assume it's the new lingerie she purchased (with you, during the fun foreplay of browsing the internet for s_e_xy u_n_d_e_r_w_e_a_r for her to wear), so you tear it open, planning to put it in an appropriate drawer.
Rather than a set of lacy, semitransparent u_n_d_e_r_w_e_a_r, you instead find a small stack of books, each individually quite thin. You pull the top one off the lot of them: The King's Word, and start reading the back cover.
Madelyn was just another student at her college, when she attracted the attention of Nathaniel King, the scion of an incredibly wealthy family. Little did she realize the true source of his family's wealth: the male line were all secretly psychics, and Nathaniel wants to make her his plaything. How much of her will be left by the time he's done with her?
You feel your cheeks flush at the text, putting the book down and pulling out the next. It's about… a superheroine who is captured and brainwashed by a supervillain into being his sidekick/bodyguard. The one after that is about a woman who moves to a small town and finds herself turning into a bimbo. The one after that is about a woman who has an alternate personality f_o_r_c_i_b_l_y inserted by someone, that personality slowly working to eliminate the original by destroying her life and o_r_g_a_s_ming lots with her new master. The one after that is about a schoolteacher who is blackmailed and given hypnotic drugs by her young student, turned into his adoring slave.
If this is the sort of thing your wife likes, and not a misdelivery…
There is one thing you've always kept from her. You didn't want it to hang over your relationship. When the spacecraft that delivered an infant Danylynn Cook to Bridgetown, Idaho crashed, it brought with it something else. A still-unidentified form of radiation was smeared across the environment. Some animals began to behave strangely, or even mutate - there's more distinct species of deer around Bridgetown than there are anywhere else in the whole Midwest, and most of them are novel. It affected humans too. Some mutated visibly, some gained weird abilities, and a lot began to commit crimes…
Not you, though. You kept your ability under wraps, having only used it a little when you were a teen, and only on your mom, for really tiny things, before you gained the sense to realize what you were doing and stop.
See, you can control minds. Your wife's always believed it was fate that brought you two together, and you've just thought that was her romantic side, but if this is the sort of thing she likes… maybe there really was something more than mere happenstance involved. In any case, you start reading through the books to get more details.
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”There were some books delivered here for you, while you were out,” you say, when Dany appears back on the balcony, already starting to change into the clothes she left out there. She turns scarlet, pausing her movements as she glances up at you.
”Ah…”
”Were they a misdelivery?”
”I… would never lie to you, Thomas. They're mine. I'm sorry, it's not that I don't enjoy our s_e_x life, it's just something that's always aroused me, and… I didn't want you to think less of me, realizing I was daydreaming about you erasing my personality. I'll throw them out, if you want.”
”That's not why I asked. Come here,” you say, gesturing to her, and she approaches, having pulled on a t-shirt and p_a_n_t_i_e_s but not anything else before she stepped in. ”Sit in my lap.” She places herself down there, a_s_s against your t_h_i_g_h. There's no sign of her overwhelming strength or durability, the power to juggle buildings and fly through space. Just the soft body of your wife, as your hand goes to settle on her t_h_i_g_h. ”Is that just a fun fantasy, or is it something that you'd like to do in real life?”
”I would never do it in real life,” she reassures you, grasping your hand in hers, squeezing tight. She smiles. ”I would never let anyone else have that kind of power over me. Even when I read those fantasy stories, I try to imagine that you're cast in the role of the male lead. That you're the one slowly wiping me away and replacing me with someone new.” She blushes faintly, ducking her head just a mite. You kiss her on the cheek.