Here is the next chapter for Boomerang and Anarky, don't want to give too much but this chapter does come with a serious warning label!
WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS VIOLENCE, MURDER, AND A VERY STATUTORY LEMON.
The Miller Motel
Outside Midway City
Three Hours Later
After he'd finished disposing of the dead hooker's body Digger returned to their room and went right for the shower. Part of him couldn't believe Anarky killed the hooker right in front of him without so much as a bat of her eyelashes. The other part was insanely turned on by how jealous she'd gotten and even more turned on at the fact that this cold-hearted killer that he was in love with was a virgin. A virgin who wanted him to be her first. That was until he fucked it up and bought a whore to relieve the blue balls he'd been going around with for the last 3 weeks. After giving himself a full and thorough scrubbing he exited the shower and touched up his beard with the old razor, splashed on some English Leather and wrapped a towel around his waist. If she was still pissed at him, which let's get real she totally was, maybe the extra effort to look his sexiest would smooth things over a little. He flexed his muscles when he saw her sitting on the bed dressed in one of his t-shirts. She still wasn't looking at him though.
"Kiks?" he called her by one of the pet names he'd made for her. Still she wouldn't look at him.
"Did you use a condom?" She asked, her voice still devoid of emotion.
He looked down ashamed of what she'd caught him doing. "Ya, I did."
"Good," Anarky got up and walked over to him with a gun in her hand. It was the chrome snub nose he'd given her for Christmas. She aimed it at his head. "I want you to know that no one has ever hurt me the way you have. And I've been hurt a lot. I don't want to hear you say that you're sorry cause I won't believe you." She lowered her gun and changed her grip so she was holding it by the nose instead of by the trigger. Then she whipped him across the jaw with the handle. Digger cursed, losing some of his balance and spitting blood on the carpet.
"There, you feel better now?" he asked pissed off but ready to accept his medicine.
"Not exactly, I still want one thing from you."
"What's that?" she didn't answer him with words. Instead she reached down and took off his towel leading him standing there in front of her wet and naked. Then she pulled the t-shirt over her head revealing her naked body to him for the first time. It was more amazing than he'd ever pictured in his head. He swallowed hard looking down at her small but full tits and toned stomach. "Are you sure?" he asked giving her one final chance to change her mind. She still didn't answer with words. Just wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hard. He lifted her up and brought her to the bed where a round of foreplay began that made his toes curl. After some kissing and touching the first thing he needed to do was taste her. He'd never been with a virgin before even back when he'd been one. He wanted her to experience everything and on top of that he wanted to taste that cherry. Dropping between her legs he told her to relax as he readied himself to do his best work to date. She tasted like heaven and came for him almost instantly.
The rush that Anarky felt was like dying and coming back all at once. It reminded her of getting high on weed and going through that drop feeling that only happened when you smoked some really good shit but this was way better. He didn't ask her to do the same to him and she was grateful for that. Her only experience with giving oral was when her teacher Mr. Beck forced her into it, it'd take way more time before she was ready for that and after what she'd caught him doing earlier Anarky wasn't sure he deserved it anyway.
"Fuck you taste amazing darling, so fucking sweet." He said as he kissed his way back up her body, stopping for a while at her nipples. His beard tickled her sensitive flesh making her squirm under him. He was back to kissing her lips, his hard cock posed at her core. "You ready?" he asked.
She gave him a verbal response this time, "Yes,"
Reaching down Digger ribbed his tip up and down her slit coding himself in the remanence of her orgasm. "This is gonna hurt at first," he warned.
It was Anarky who swallowed this time, "I know,"
"Here," he brought the ridge his right hand to her lips, "I want you to bight me when you feel the pain."
Anarky gave him a questioning look but nodded her head and took the soft flesh of his hand just below his thumb between her teeth.
Propping himself on in his left he slid into her in one fast thrust. He felt the instant he'd broken her hymen and nearly lost himself in heat of her incredibly tight fit. Anarky squirmed uncomfortably and shrieked as she bit into Digger's hand when he broke through her virgin barrier. She tasted blood in her mouth as she squeezed her eyes shut and absorbed the pain. He stayed where he was inside her to his hilt as she came down from the pain.
"It's over luv, open your eyes." Digger said breathlessly. Tears were flowing freely down her face when he removed his and from her mouth. He saw the blood on her lips as his hand moved away and some part of his brain loved that she spilled his blood at the same time he'd spilled hers. He knew he'd likely wear her bight mark on his hand for the rest of his life and that was fine with him. He kissed her tear-filled eyes and stroked her cheek. "Open your eyes baby, look at me."
She did and the look on her face reminded him of just how young she really was. "I'm gonna move now, it'll feel better now that that's over. Just move with me."
He began a steady motion of rocking his hips in and out and with each thrust the discomfort faded. After a few minutes, she noticed a tingle from inside herself. The tingle got stronger and stronger and soon she was moving with him, meeting the trust of his hips in equal measure moaning at the discovery of this new-found pleasure.
"That's it luv, fuck, that's it. God, you feel amazing. I knew you'd be tight but... oh fuck. I'm not gonna last long." Knowing his end was coming on fast he reached down and pleasured her clit while he picked up his pace. "Come for me Kiki, come all over me like when I was going down on you. Just let it take you." He started to come inside her and before she knew what was happening that dying sensation took over her again. "I love you Anarky. I'll love you forever." He said as he finished coming and collapsed on top for her. His weight felt perfect on top of her as she landed back on planet Earth. It was done. She was a virgin no more.
The next morning Anarky awoke to a naked Digger Harkness wrapped around her. Stealthily she slipped out of his arms and went for the bathroom for a hot shower. He was still asleep when she got out and started getting dressed. Knowing what was coming next promised to hurt her more than seeing him with that whore last night but it was what had to happen. She grabbed her duffel and started packing. She'd just finished zipping up her stuff when he woke up.
"Morning love, good you got a head start. Let me get dressed and I'll get us some breakfast before we hit the road."
"I'm leaving Digger."
"Alright, grab me a breakfast sandwich while you out would ya? Last night's exercise made me starving." He pulled on a pair of boxers and tshirt. It was the one she'd worn last night while she was waiting for him to come out of the shower. As he pulled it onto his body her scent hit his nostrils and he felt the urge to ravage her again.
"No, I mean I'm leaving. We're done."
"What are you talking about?"
"Were you ever serious about helping me find my parents?"
"Kiki…"
"Don't Kiki me. Just tell me the truth."
Realizing what was happening he started to panic a little, "They're done for Kiki, you need to let them go. But what we have is real. We can go anywhere, do anything."
"Just as I thought." She gave him a sad smile and made a move towards the door. He jumped and blocked her putting his hands on her shoulders.
"Kiki if this is about last night…"
"Last night was just what woke me up. You were never going to help me. There's no way robbing small town banks would get me on Waller's radar and I knew it. I've known that for a while but was too swept up in whatever this was to care. I even started believing what you and I were building was better than going after them."
"It is,"
"No, it's not. I know that now. That's why I'm leaving." She tried to step around him but he blocked her again.
"You can't just leave. You love me, I know you do. Otherwise why would you bother giving yourself to me last night?"
"Because I wanted it to be you and it will always be you. But that doesn't mean that this," she motioned between them, "Is going anywhere."
He grabbed her shoulders and shook her. "Kiki you can't do this I love you. Do you hear me? I fucking love you."
She said nothing for a long moment and just stared at him blankly. Then she spoke. "You should stop then."
"Fuck that! I'm not gonna let you leave Anarky. We belong to each other you know it, I know it. That's just the way it is. That's what love is. When people like, us find what we have you don't just throw it away cause one of us screwed up!"
"You already threw it away when you fucked that hooker last night! But if you really love me like you say you do, you'll let me go. Otherwise I'm just your hostage and I'll hate you and I know you don't want that."
Digger looked down defeated. Anarky stepped around him and opened the motel room door. Before she walked out her made one last attempt. "What about our tatts? CRASH & BURN, you know you'll always burn for me just like I'll always crash for you."
She looked back, "I know, but that's just something I'm going to have to live with. And in case you didn't notice, we did CRASH & BURN and there's no coming back from that. Goodbye." Anarky closed the door and walked away. She needed a new car and needed to get back to Gotham to track down her parents, one way or another she was going to get them back even if she had to rip out her heart to do it. She was doing well for about half an hour after she hotwired an old Dodge Charger but then out of nowhere she felt like she couldn't breathe. Pulling onto the shoulder of I95 she opened the windows and let the frigged January air into the car. She grabbed her chest and hyperventilated for a few seconds and then began to cry. Cry for the man she loved who'd broken her heart by cheating on her with a prostitute. Cry that she'd never be able to stay with him after what he did and not see him thrusting into the now dead prostitute against a motel wall. Cry that she would probably always love him no matter how badly she hated him and cry because she so desperately wanted to forget him but knew she never could.
She slammed her hand on the steering wheel and cursed as to why she didn't kill him. Why she didn't chop his nuts off and use them as rear view mirror décor. But she knew exactly why. Because she wanted to hurt him as badly as he hurt her and letting him live with what he'd done was worse than killing him. Also, though she would never admit it even to herself, Anarky just could not live in a world where Digger Harkness didn't exist.
The pain was too much for her to take. Looking in the ashtray Anarky popped the car lighter and waited for it to heat. When the cylinder popped back out she took the lighter and jabbed it into her left palm. She screamed at the top of her lungs from the burn. 'Burn,' she thought. He'd said she would burn for him and so she did. Rummaging through the car's glove box she found a Bic pen and took it apart. Using one of her knives she cut into little straw that contained the ink and dripped it over her wounded palm. It was a savage tattoo but it would remind her every day to never Burn for a man ever again. As the physical pain drowned out the emotional pain she felt like she could breathe again. That was until a distinct whoop, whoop broke Anarky out of her own mind.
A state trooper car had pulled up behind her. The police officer exited his vehicle and walked over to her side of the car. Anarky started to panic all over again and cry hysterically. Her window was still open so the cop leaned in and addressed her.
"Excuse me ma'me I'm going to have to ask you to step out of the vehicle and come with me."
Still crying Anarky spoke between choking sobs "I-I-I messed up officer… Th-This ca-ha-har is-n't mine."
"That's right young lady it was reported stolen from the Miller Motel, may I have your license?"
"I-I don't… have one," more sobbing "I'm only 16. My boyfriend took me there and he… we… it was my first time" she collapsed into her hands and the cop saw the blood dripping from her hand."
"It's ok young lady, what's your name?"
"An-An- Anna"
"Ok Anna I see you're bleeding have you injured yourself?"
"I can't… it hurts too much."
"Ok Anna I'm gonna ask you to step out of the car and come sit with me over in my car while we figure this out. Do your parents know where you are?" Anarky shook her head. "Alright, we're going to call them and work this out."
Anarky stepped out of the car. The cop turned slightly away from her to speak into his radio and she acted. Totally dropping the tears and sobs Anarky pulled out the chrome snub nose she's whipped Boomerang with the night before, from behind her back and shot the cop point blank in the back of the head. When he dropped to the ground she stood over him and emptied the remaining 5 bullets into his skull. Her father's words from their flight to Paris wrung in her head "…the only good pig is bacon."
"Like I said officer friendly, I just lost my virginity in that motel and while I'm glad to see it gone since it started feeling like more of a hindrance than a help, the last thing I need right now is some super trooper messing with my plans for the day." She bent down and removed his body camera, gun and amo and spoke to the dead cop one more time.
"Thanks though, this really helped make me feel better, I see why my dad does at all the time."
Then she went over to his car and pulled up enough so the cop car was over his corpse. For the next few hours, any drivers passing by would think it was just a cop with a speeding gun. After wiping her prints off the cop car, she returned to the stolen charger and drove off. She needed a new ride. But before pulling away, Anarky took out her IPod and auxiliary cord, hooked it up to the car radio and blasted NWA's 'Fuck the Police'
This avalanche of emotions was totally new to her and she wished she had Harley to talk to about what she was going to do next. Holding on to the need to see her stepmother again, if only to help her through the pain of her first heart break, Anarky wiped her eyes and got back on the road. Compartmentalizing her emotions, she buried them deep and locked them away. She'd mourn this loss of her first love later. Right now, she had bigger fish to fry.
2 DAYS LATER
Getting back into her dad's apartment in Gotham had been easy since no one in the city expected her to return. After a little homecoming nap she fired up her father's MAC hardware and hacked into the GCPD secured system and searched cops assigned to out of prison protection. She focused on locations outside the city that were on heavy rotation of police guard. There were several but one stood out. While the others were on a 9-hour rotation this particular one was on a 6-hour rotation and was the farthest outside the city limits. The prisoner being guarded there wasn't named in the file but there was a notation stating Subject is extremely dangerous. He or she had been labeled a Class A criminal and guards were granted permission to shoot to kill upon any attempted escape. "Bingo" she said to herself and took off for the address.
The house was in the middle of nowhere and looked like somewhere Jason Vorhees would chill on his off day. The unmarked outside with 2 officers in plain clothing inside was as obvious as a standard issue patrol vehicle would have been. The cop in the driver's seat was asleep while the one in the passenger seat was playing Super Mario Brothers on a Nintendo 3DS. What a joke Anarky thought to herself as she picked at the wound on her palm enough to make it bleed when she cleared her throat and went onto character.
She ran at the car in a panic and slapped her bloody palm on the glass window.
"Help me please?!" Nintendo cop nearly jumped out of his skin and Anarky had to hold back a laugh.
"What the fu… Whats going on?"
"Please! He's after me! Please help me!"
He woke up his partner and they both got out of the car. The cop who'd been asleep was groggy as he pulled out his gun prepared for anything. Anything that allotted for REM delay that is. Anarky hugged the Nintendo cop as she panicked.
"Ma'me what happened?"
"My boyfriend… he took me to a party in the woods but there was no one there and he tried to force me to… But I kicked him and ran but he's after me! He's drunk and he's crazy! Please I want my mom!"
The Nintendo cop turned to the groggy cop and told him to go check it out. Then he turned back to Anarky, "What's your name honey?"
"Anna, please I just wanna go home."
"It's ok Anna, We're going to call you parents but first I have to radio in another unit to come take you home. Are you from Gotham?" Anarky nodded. I live in the Bowery. My mom told me not to go out tonight but she was working the graveyard at the dinner and I snuck out. She's going to be so mad at me."
"It's ok, Teenagers do a lot of dumb things, I'm sure she'll just want to know you're ok."
"Can I please call her first?"
The cop feeling sorry for her agreed, "Sure." He reached in the car for his phone and Anarky snapped his neck. She then guided his heavy body back into the car "God! You are one doughy fuck!" she said and dropped his Nintendo on his lap. Pulling her butterfly knife out of her boot she hid in the tree line and waited for the other cop to come back.
"Murphy, there's no one out there. Looks like the boyfriend took off. Murphy?" He came up to the car and saw his partner was dead. He only flustered for a moment as his alarm was cut short by Anarky's butterfly knife as she stabbed it into his carotid artery. Cleaning the blood from the blade on her leggings she took the bleeding cops gun and went about clearing the house. There was only one cop in the actual house but he went down easy since he was sound asleep in an armchair. Anarky realized immediately her parents weren't here. She'd kind of figured that out from the start since if Waller was as high up as Digger had made her sound, she would never use those useless doughnut mongers to guard her father. But if this was where they were keeping who she hoped, things would be looking up. Going from room to room she finally hit pay-dirt.
Cuffed to a bed on the ground floor was exactly who she hopped to find. Kicking his foot did nothing to wake him so she held up the baretta and shot 3 times overhead. The chained man woke up in alarm. It took him a moment to figure out who was in front of him.
"Anarky?" He asked shocked.
Anarky batted her eyelashes and smiled. "Hi uncle Frost! Did you miss me?"
Hopefully not too many of you were turned off by the police body count or that 16 year old Anarky lost her V Card to Mr. Digger Harkness.
I promise the next chapter will include a whole lot of J & H and Squad action. I just needed to put a close to the Anarky/Digger drama.
I just want it known that I in no way what so ever agree with police brutality or the brutalization of any police officers. It's just the way the story flowed out of me as I wrote it.
But hey! Their bad guys after all!
