Super Villain Girlfriend: Anomaly (complete)

Female Main Character x Male Human (both cis)

I reside in the Heimlich Correctional Facility, a specially fortified prison made to house the exceptionally gifted criminal - a jail for supervillains. I’m not one for the flowery talk that is used to describe me. The title of ‘exceptionally gifted criminal’ sounds like a participation trophy. The facts are these: I break the law, I have superpowers, and I was caught and tried for my crimes. I’m not bitter about it. It’s the way I was caught that makes me livid.

My father was an occultist, something my mother didn’t know when she married him. She was unaware that he was trying to summon a creature of unnatural powers, using her womb as a vessel. Even after I was born, she didn’t suspect a thing - she was pure sunshine, bright, bubbly, and loving to a fault. I love her more than anything. Our Sunday visits are the highlight of my otherwise boring existence. I suppose I liked my father too, but when she discovered I was born to be a ritual object in his cult’s nefarious schemes, my mother got a good divorce lawyer and took us across the country.

My powers emerged slowly, which I will be grateful for. My mother got a few good years out of me being a normal baby before I started ripping her from bed with invisible strings when I was hungry. That’s why she started sleeping with a red light. My powers only worked in darkness or blue light. It took her a while to figure that out, but once she did, things were fine. We moved into a cul-de-sac after she left my father. There were houses all around us, just in case anyone from the cult came to get me. Lots of witnesses, and a chance for us to make friends.

I was weird. What with my sharp teeth, sleek black hair, and solid  black eyes, I wasn’t exactly the girl you wanted at your tea party. But then there was Ben. He was adorable, charming, with big blue eyes and curly blonde hair, and for some reason, this angel of a child was drawn to me, the demon spawn. I was lonesome and craving a friend. All I had back then was an enormous collection of horse toys, figurines and posters. Ben invited me to play one day, over the fence between our backyards. I had a sandbox to play in, and my mother had managed to mount a swing on a tree. But Ben had a swing set, a tree house, a huge slide, an even bigger sandbox, and a pool! And he wanted me to come play. I had never been happier.

Like me, Ben was exceptionally gifted, but his powers didn’t come from a pact with the devil. Like his father, who I later learned was Mr. Miraculous, Ben had super strength, flight, super speed, and was able to phase through walls. Although his powers weren’t as strong as his father’s, he had a certain cunning, which I took a liking to. When Ben was in his late teens, he took up the mantle of Prodigious Son and fought alongside his father. But he resented the attention his father garnered, while he was left in the background no matter what he did.

At this point, I was exploring my own abilities, and found that my puppetry could now work as long as there were shadows nearby. The darker it was, the stronger I became. I never told anyone except my mother about my powers, but somehow, Ben figured me out. “We should be a team,” he told me excitedly one night. “Just you and me. I can get away from my father’s legacy, and I’ll have you by my side.”

“I don’t know,” I demurred. We were in my basement, which Mom had turned into a studio for me when I took up painting, and it had been my hangout spot with Ben ever since.

“You’re so powerful, Anna. You would make an amazing superhero!” Ben, sitting close, put his hand on my leg. “It would be just us.”

He said this in such a way that my stupid little heart fell for it. Back then, I barely understood who or even what I was, and I thought I loved Ben because he was my only friend. But as the years went on, I would realize I loved Ben like someone might love a brother, or a cat, or a shiny rock. I loved him unconditionally, but not romantically. “You and me as a team?” I asked him with a smile.

Ben kissed me, and we had sex on the old sofa. I agreed to be his superhero partner, and he named me Anomaly. I thought it was sweet, but these days I wear the name as a badge of spite. Too bad there’s a hero called Spite now, or I might change my brand.

At first, we fought crime and it fought back. Ben seemed to have a hard time at it, but as long as I got someone into a shadowy corner, it was fine. This is when Ben began to piece my abilities together, and he orchestrated his meteoric rise. I see Ben still these days; as much as I resent him, I still have a brotherly affection for him. He comes to visit once a week, receiving special clearance from the board to help in my rehabilitation. But it’s all for his sake. He masquerades as the world’s hero, enjoying the legacy his father built. He has an ego that will not be tested, and God help anyone who tries.

To suppress my powers, my room is a constant blaze of light. It used to be a solarium in the garden, now outfitted into my own special birdcage. I’m allowed to paint still, because the higher-ups think of it as therapeutic for me. I play along, and in a way, it actually helps with my anger. But what really helps me are Ben’s visits. When Ben arrives, I’m taken to a special room, where my shackles are removed and I’m given a special outfit gifted by him. Any second now, he’ll make his appearance, we’ll have a chat, and then I’ll tie him down.

The door opens right as I’m looking at the outfit. “You’re not wearing it.” Ben sounds disappointed, almost offended.

“I keep telling you, Ben, I don’t need leather or lace for what we do.” I drop the negligee back into the box. “Just take off that stupid fucking suit and stand in the corner.”

“I want you to wear it. That’s why I always buy you one.” Ben steps into the shadow of the table, and I grab him.

My hands reach through the panel of darkness, gripping him and tossing him against the wall. He grunts and moans, and I can tell he’s already hard. My hands scramble up him, holding down his legs, his arms, growing into many fingers coiled tightly around his throat. The shadows slap at him. “You shut the fuck up. You hear me? You know the rules and you constantly disobey them! You petulant, filthy, little boy.” I slap him with my own hands, and see him biting back a pleased smile. “Fucking pig,” I snarl.

“God, I missed you,” Ben moans.

“I said shut up!” I force a blob of shadow into his mouth, and he groans in ecstasy. I get off on it too, being able to beat around the world’s most beloved hero. My childhood friend and tormentor in the same breath. He turned me into the villain I am, and I turned him into my willing sex doll. I may not be inclined to romance, but a girl has to get her thrills somewhere. I drop Ben, and he hits the floor like a wet sack of flour. “Get up.” I stride over to the bed and sit on the edge. “So, how’s the outside world going?”

Ben gets up slowly. “You dropped me right on my boner.”

“That’s not what I asked you about, piggy.” I narrow my eyes at him. “We’re making small talk while I decide what you’re good for.”

He crawls on hands and knees to me, kissing my feet. “I met with that new little superhero freak today.” He kisses up my leg. “The candy cane one.”

“Oh, Spite. I like him.” I grab a fistful of Ben’s hair, yanking it so he looks up at me. “Are you jealous?”

Ben remains silent. Perfect. I know exactly what I want to do today. I lick over my sharp teeth, wondering if I’ll taste blood today. “He’s young and vibrant, not to mention he seems genuine in his personality. Unlike some people.” My shadows tug down my orange prison pants as I continue to tighten my fist in his hair. “He’s growing in popularity day by day.” I smirk. “Didn’t he move you down another spot in the polls?”

The look on Ben’s face is so delicious. I know he hates it. After years of being number one, he’s down to third. I scoot my hips out once my pants are off and firmly smash his face between my legs. He struggles, but I rub myself against him and moan loudly, covering up his pissed hissing. His tongue finds me, and he licks between wheezes. “God, you’re pathetic!” I yank Ben back to let him breathe. “All these years, and you still can’t do that right.”

“You got me pissed, Anna.” Benlicks his lips.

“You’re always pissed,” I sneer at him. I smash his face back against me, and my shadows let his hands go. He immediately starts stroking himself, which makes me happy.

“How dare you!” I force him back onto the cold concrete flooring, where he’s restrained by the many shadows coming out from under the bed. “You know the rules! You dare touch yourself in my presence?”

Ben smiles. “You’re so beautiful today.”

I plant my foot on his face. “Pathetic moron.” The shadow hands remove the rest of his clothes, and I’m treated to the sight of his more recent wounds. “What the hell happened?” I titter. “Did you fall down and break your hip?” I remove my foot from his face and walk around him.

Ben grimaces. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Come on, now. I’m angry at you but, as a friend, I’m still concerned.” I touch a particularly nasty bruise just below his sternum. “Who did you get into a fight with?”

Ben refuses to answer me. I have a shadow choke him. “Answer me, you dumb shit.”

“Beast,” Ben coughs out.

“I like her. I’d love to make her my partner. Remember those days?” I straighten up, and a shadow creeps between Ben’s legs, grasping his balls hard and making him whine. “Before you took your father’s title, you said we would always be a team. You used me, so now I use you.” I take my hair and tie it back, then kneel so my thighs are on either side of Ben’s head. “Take a deep breath. You’ll need it.”

When Ben’s father died, there were concerns about who would take up the Mr. Miraculous mantle. It was a blow to Ben that he wasn’t considered; being his son and all, he thought he would be the first one asked. He tried taking on Rabid to prove himself, but was overpowered. It wasn’t until I came in and saved his ass that he realized what his best superpower was: controlling me.

“Please,” he begged. “Say you came in too late and found me victorious. I beg you, Anna. I need this. This is the only time I’ll ask for this.”

Like a fool, I let him take credit for defeating Rabid, which did get him brownie points, but not his father’s title. After that, I lent my abilities to Ben to help him bring down his foes. Eventually, he became the new Mr. Miraculous, and turned the title into the mononym Miraculous. And still, I didn’t see I was being used.

I take a break after my first orgasm, reading the newspaper while Ben remains hard and cold on the floor. “C’mon, Anna,” he pants.

“I’m sorry, I can’t hear rude pigs.” I snap the newspaper loudly.

Ben struggles, but the sad fact he has to face is that I’m the stronger of the two of us. As long as he’s here, he won’t be breaking free of my shadows. “You fucking beautiful demon, come here and finish me. I beg you!”

“What?”

He growls in frustration. “Please, my master, my beautiful, frightening master. I beg you! I pray to you! Come back and fulfill me.”

I roll my eyes and set the paper down. “How long have we been doing this, Ben? You still have to act like such a brat.”

He grins, reminding me of the little boy who invited me to swim in his pool. “I like seeing you mad.”

I stand above him with my arms crossed. “Don’t smile. It makes me sick.”

Ben bites his lip. “Do you wanna spank me?”

“Ew, no. Not when you talk like that.” My shadows tighten around him, choking him and squeezing his nuts. I sit down on his stomach and look at my nails. “They won’t let me have nail polish anymore. Such a shame. I used to have an eggplant color that made my skin look so pretty.” I look down at him. “Will you get me some?”

Ben gulps, gasping for breath as my shadow releases him. “I can try.”

I wrap my hand around his cock. “I’ll give you the brand and make a list of what I want.” I stroke him dry, knowing he both hates and loves it. “How many will you buy me?”

“How many do you need?” Ben seems pissed, so I take my hand away. “Name it!” he yelps.

I lick my palm and return to palpating him. “It’s been such a long time since I was able to enjoy painting my nails. Maybe ten. Or twenty.”

“Why so many?” Ben pants.

I take my hand away again. “I have pretty hands, don’t I? If I could wear my jewelry again, that would be one thing. But I figure nail polish is easier to smuggle up that puckered asshole of yours.”

He looks at me, panting slowly. “I love your hands.”

I spit into my palm and return to stroking him, focusing around the tip. I roll it against my palm. “Remember when I used to paint your toes?”

“Kind of,” Ben moans in pleasure. He’s enjoying it too much, so the shadows sharply tug at his sack to remind him who’s in control.

I stand and allow Ben to sit up, then wrench his hands behind his back before I plant my fist in his hair. “Stand up.” He does so, moaning softly, pathetically. I pull him towards the table and sit down on the edge. The shadows cover Ben’s eyes, fill his mouth and circle around his arms and chest. “This is all you’re good for,” I snarl at him. I pull him closer, letting him slip inside me. I still don’t understand why, physically, I need him so much. I can’t let him know that, though.

Once he’s inside me, I clamp tight around him, keeping a shadow tightly coiled around the base so he can’t have his fun without my permission. He thrusts inside me, only allowed to move his hips. “You call that fucking?” I snarl at him.

Ben keeps going, and I can see the frustration on his face, the flush creeping down his cheeks to his neck. He wants to come but I won’t let him. I’m the master here, and he will do as I say. When I achieve climax, only then will he receive his reward. I remove the shadows from his face, letting him breathe and see me. “Please,” he drools.

I release the shadows from Ben’s cock and bend him over my lap. With one hand, I stroke him, and with the other I tan his hide. He whines and moans, succumbing finally to what he wants most. “Disgusting.” I snarl. “Clean it up.”

Ben licks his own mess from my hand, and then we lie back in bed. “Thanks for doing this for me,” he says. “I really appreciate it.”

“Cut the crap, Ben,” I scoff at him. “We both know what this is.”

“I think it’s nice,” he murmurs. “I would say it’s like old times but…” He laughs. “We never did this in the old days.”

I sit up in bed. “Next week?”

“Yeah. I’ll probably need it. There’s a meeting coming up at the Hephaestus school, and I’m expecting some big news.”

I pull on my pants. “Aren’t you always?”

He puts on his suit and smooths back his hair. “Thanks for avoiding my face.”

I take my hair down and run my fingers through it. “You promised me nail polish. I’ll send you a list of what I want.”

“Yeah, of course.” Ben stretches and his back pops. “I feel so much better! I’m not as pissed about my rank as I was.”

“You will be again, I’m sure of that.” I stand on the X in the middle of the floor. The lights flash on, making my shadows recede away. “Go fuck yourself.”

“Fuck you too, Anna.” Ben salutes, putting on the metaphorical mask of the upright superhero before leaving the room. I hate that mask. I much prefer the face he shows in this room. At least I know it.

If Ben had to go head to head with some of the others in the field, I doubt he’d hold a candle to them. Hephaestus is the best in the game, but his attitude is dour, and he refuses interviews. Meanwhile, Ben has active social media accounts, takes all the interviews he can, visits children in hospitals, and jumps on every photo op. He’s popular because of his savvy and charm, not because he can fight off villains or threats to the common people. If anyone pays attention, they’d realize he only does team-ups now.

The top two heroes in the popularity polls are Sunstone and Spite, fresh from Hephaestus' Hero School. Sunstone is everything Ben wishes he was - genuine with his smiles, his charisma, his joy in helping people. Spite is popular for his powers and snarky banter. He’s been made into an internet meme several times on the same social media platforms Ben has worked so hard to build. So in order to boost his ranking and his social media interaction, Ben formed a team with Spite and Sunstone, which is all levels of pathetic. Mostly, he looks like an attempt at a ‘cool dad’ hanging out with his young sons, pushing fifty and trying to hang with boys half his age. I’m sure the internet has ripped him to shreds by now, which has probably exacerbated his shitty attitude.

I’m looking forward to the next visit from my mother, and I can’t wait to give her my newest painting. I know that, on some level, she’s disappointed with me. After all, I’ve ended up on the side she feared my father would drag me to. But she knows what it’s like to be used by a man for his own gain, so I’m sure she understands on some level.

My mother used to be a top-notch investigative journalist, and she and her team would get into the thick of superhuman battles. She still works as a correspondent and has her own podcast, and being the mother of the supervillain Anomaly has earned her extra attention, allowing her to complete books and various other projects. She’s my hero. None of those superpowered folk can hold a candle to her.

Every nook and cranny of my room is filled with little LED lights, set on a timer to change color through the day. I have to sleep under a red light, which is its own kind of ominous. But when my mother comes to visit, the light becomes a poppy shade of yellow so I can’t use the shadows or my puppetry. I have to stay seated when my mother comes in, and my hands are bound to the tabletop.

Mom enters looking like a million bucks. “There’s my girl!” She ignores the guard to hug me, then takes her seat across from me. “How was your week?”

“The same.” I motion to the door. “I have a new painting for you.”

“Wonderful. I have something for you this week, too.” Mom smiles brightly as she pushes a notebook with a manuscript to the center of the table. “I finally found it.”

I click my tongue. “It?” I take the manuscript, which has a blank cover. The inside page talks about how my mother met my father. Her first two books were about my teen years, and the second told the intimate details of our relationship before and after my incarceration. Both books were written in an attempt to drum up sympathy for me, which worked splendidly. Ben visits me regularly to make sure my mother doesn’t attempt to write another tell-all, particularly one about him and his father.

My mother and I have another secret between us. I have a baby sister from an affair between my mother and Ben’s father, Mr. Miraculous. Ben’s father made my mother promise not to tell a soul, which was fine with her until Ben took the mantle of his father. She felt Sunny would be better suited to the title, since she knows Ben as well as I do.

“Sunny sends her love as well.”

A picture of me holding baby Sunny goes with me wherever I go. She’s a genuine ball of sunshine, but some of that occult magic must have still been in Mom’s womb, because she does have some demonic traits like me. Her sharp teeth are cuter than mine, like a kitten’s. She can twist her head all the way around, while I can only do it halfway. She’s a very chipper and upbeat kid, but if she gets testy her other side makes itself known. It doesn’t happen often, but this other Sunny is ten times as powerful as her father ever was.

I pick up the notebook, which is old and frayed, but I remember the cover image instantly, the big smiley face with the stick body. I open up the book and see my father’s handwriting. “Is he…” I hesitate to continue.

“No,” Mom says decisively. “All of this was in the storage shed he left to me.”

I sigh heavily. I’ve not seen my father since my mother divorced him, which is all well and good. I would have just been turned into a worse monster than the one Ben turned me into. But it did leave a lot of things unanswered, especially after Sunny was born. What was his goal? Who was I supposed to be? Why my mom?

“It’s all I could find. I’m sure his fellow cult members got hold of everything else. I looked through it, but I can’t read half of it.”

I flip through the pages, never having seen this script before, but understanding it all the same. The letters seemed to float off the page and glow before my eyes, communicating spells and secrets that should be common knowledge to me. “I can see it,” I tell Mom. “I’ll try my best and transcribe it for you so you can research it.”

I place the manuscript back over the notebook. I’ve been so caught up I almost forgot something important I wanted to ask her. “How is Oddity?” I ask hopefully.

Oddity is my horse, my companion as a villain. She was my mighty mount, and I would ride her like a bat out of hell. My shadows would envelop her, making her the powerful fury of the night she was. I love her dearly, and I miss her painfully. Unlike my mother and Sunny, she can’t visit me.

My mother sighs heavily, not a good sign. “She’s old, Anna.”

“What’s happened?” I lurch in my chair. “Mom, what’s wrong with her?”

My mother looks me directly in the eyes. “She has a tumor, Anna. The vet says he could operate, but because of her age…”

It feels like the world has sunken out from under me. “Oh no.”

“I wanted to wait until the tests came back to tell you,” she whispers. She reaches out, touching my hands. “I’m so sorry, baby.”

I want to see Oddity. I need to see her. But there’s no possible way that would be allowed. Why did I have to go and ask Ben to smuggle me nail polish? I’ll have to play dirty in order to get him to do me this favor.