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Subject: {ASSM} Broken Window (m/MF+, Bi, Pedo, Oral, Anal, Prost, SciFi, Fantasy, Violence)
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Broken Window
By H.S. Sweetheart

Chapter 1

=1=1=1=1=1=1=1=1=1=

"I gotta go someplace, baby." Leon was saying with a big grin on his
scarred black face. "Don't do that shit now."

I was rubbing up against him in his BMW, rubbing his big black cock
through his pants. He had a thing for little boys, and he'd fallen for
me hard.

"No you don't." I giggled, squeezing him. "You gotta fuck me, that's
what you gotta do."

"Aw, bitch..." He laughed. "I'll fuck the shit outta you later, I gotta
do some business now."

"Just quick, please?" I spread my legs under the dome light; it was
getting late, like midnight, out behind the Cipher Six. He could see
my hairless 13 year old dick just fine and he licked his thick lips.

"Yeah, quick huh?" He was so predictable.

"Take it out for me, I got a popper." I promised him, giggling again
cause he liked that so much.

So he lifted his ass off the seat, working at his belt and I was
digging through my pack like I had some of that cock candy he liked so
much. And just about the time he had that big ugly prick loose I put a
7.7mm bullet into his right ear. And that seventy-seven was so quiet I
heard the splat of his brains hitting the glass on the opposite side.

"Bingo." I breathed, jamming the gun back into my pack and reaching
across his skewed legs to reach the trunk release, popping it with a
soft thud.

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"Leon?" The voice on the other side of the door asked softly.

"Bingo." I answered as the door opened slowly.

"Who the fuck is you?" The Chinese guy stared down at me, or maybe he
was Vietnamese, I didn't care. He wasn't from around there.

"Special delivery." I held up the cheap briefcase I was holding, but
just a little cause it was heavy.

"I don't like this shit." Some girl said behind him, old, like in her
twenties, with too much makeup. We didn't like each other right away,
I could tell.

"I'll tell Leon." I shrugged, turning around, but the guy stopped me.

"Get in." He jerked his head and there were three of them. Two guys
and the woman, all oriental, all gunned up and nervous. Amateurs.

"Here." The other guy, who was short and round, he pulled up a little
briefcase of his own, nicer than mine, but just as heavy. He put it on
the bed and I nodded, putting mine next to it. We opened them
together.

"This shit good?" He looked at my briefcase, 12 kilos of
pharmaceutical quality starlight.

"Twelve, like you asked. This money good?" I stared up at him, being
just a little boy and not even close to five feet tall.

"Nine hundred, you want to count it?" The woman asked me.

"No." I shook my head, ignoring her tone. "Leon says if you need more,
let him know."

"How come he ain't here?" The tall guy asked, cause he'd been
wondering.

"Cause he's busy fuckin' my mom." I shot him a frown, so maybe he
believed me, maybe not. It didn't matter, I had what I wanted.

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Nine hundred grand was a lot of cash. Nobody carried cash like that,
not anymore, not on Broken Window, but now I did and I didn't like it.
The moons were setting, it was almost four in the morning, and I was
bone tired. I had a stim, and some pink meth, but I was saving that
shit for an emergency, cause you never know.

The club was loud, and it ran night and day, nonstop. People were in
the streets, coming in and out. There was a Chinese place next door,
with chickens in the window, and a tattoo shop on the other side.
Across the street a big neon Jesus promised salvation and soup. All
you had to do was listen to the rollers make their spiel.

I'd ate there plenty of times, the clam chowder was okay if you
strained it.

I went down the stairs, into the basement where it felt like you were
in the middle of an earthquake, cause of the music and stomping feet
of a thousand doped up kids upstairs. Some of those freaks would dance
til their feet were bleeding, until they'd pass out, and even then
they kept dancing, the crowd holding their bodies up, moving it
around.

I heard of a girl who got fucked in there, gangbanged for a couple
hours, til they figured out she was dead. Overdosed probably and she
never even hit the floor. But there were a lot of stories like that
around and you never knew what was true and what wasn't, not on this
planet anyway. Broken Window wasn't like the other ones.

"Hey slut, want somethin'?" A guy grinned at me, squeezing his cock
all wrapped up in leather.

I was walking through the Gutter, the basement bar, where all the sick
fucks lived. I went past some girl with a dick, sucking off a guy
painted green. Some vampire chick was nibbling on a girl's ass,
bending her over the table and sucking blood, black under the red
lights, while another Goth goddess strapped her vampire ass with a
stainless dildo.

These were the addicts, the sex mongers, and it wasn't my thing. Sex
was what I did, but only when I had to. It wasn't what I was good at.
That would be killing. I was really fucking good at that and it was
why I was down there, making my way through, weaving and holding that
nine hundred kay close because I needed every dime.

I found the door I wanted, there were a lot of them, but this was the
one and inside was the guy. Old too, like nobody's business how old,
and he sat at his desk, working a number cruncher while his little
kids toted numbers on an old blackboard. The place was dusty with
chalk and smoky too.

"I'm looking for a game." I told him, because he wasn't gonna talk
first. He wasn't even going to look at me til I said something. He was
the Dealer.

Then he did, sitting back and taking in my pale body, the tight red
hipsters, all fake leather and cheap. My tight little white top, like
half a t-shirt, ripped around my tummy. No tits, just hard nipples
poking out like needles. Short blonde hair, pulled straight back so it
was hanging just below my shoulders. Dark eyes, sapphire blue in the
day time, but pitch black at night and in shitty little rooms like
this.

"Lolita game?" He gaped at me, the inside of his mouth all pink and
wet. "Little fucky fucky game?"

"Wrong room, fucky fucky boy!" One of the girls giggled, she looked
twelve years old, all dressed in green rubber and pierced through her
nipples hard.

"Cards." I stared at the Dealer. "Five hundred, right?"

"Non-refundable." He lit a death stick and breathed green smoke out
his long hairy nose.

"And 400 on me." I dropped the briefcase on his cluttered desk with a
little whump. "To win."

"That's the only bet in town." He coughed a little, hacking and
jerking his head so the boy hiding behind him, this one all tattooed
up and castrated could get the case.

"Nine, Daddy." The boy had tossed stacks on a scale while we watched.

"A dark horse." The old man wheezed. "Put him 30 to one, second race.
Starts on Tuesday, midnight. You got a drop?"

"St. Peters, under the Virgin." I nodded.

"Stand still." Green Girl said, taking a snapshot of me. "You got a
name fucky fucky boy?"

"Bingo." I shrugged, it was as good as any other and I was used to it
now.

"Midnight Tuesday, you know the rule?" The Dealer talked around his
smoke.

"Last one standing." I looked back at him. "Anything else?"

"Nope." He cackled. "They're gonna love you."

"Yeah."

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The game is easy. There's seven players and everybody gets six cards.
The cards have pictures and names, that's all, one for every other
player. They're wired too. Green is good, red is dead. The winner of
the game is the one still breathing when all the other players aren't.

Leave the city and you quit. Your card turns grey and you're out,
still breathing, but five hundred grand poorer and without a shred of
reputation. On Broken Window reputation is everything. People who
played cards would rather die than lose that.

My problem was that I didn't have one yet. That's why I got the long
odds though, so it was cool. There'd be a couple people with short
odds, really short, because they'd played before and won. A few others
would be in the middle, local hitters or maybe a mechanic running from
Sol, hiding out and looking for the other life.

I was the long shot and thirty to one was low probably, but I'd dumped
four hundred kay cash on myself, so that brought the odds down quick,
but they'd go up, and then go down again as cards turned red. I
figured when I collected I'd be looking at eight to one maybe, when it
was just me and one other.

The real money came from the scores, cause my four wasn't just sitting
on the end, it was banking the kills too. That's where the real dope
was. Winning just meant you got to collect it. If I got all six, got
the sweep, I'd be set for life, maybe. But that was some serious
chicken counting and I pushed it out of my head.

I needed some cash now, since I'd just given all mine away. I needed
funds cause the game was being dealt in two days and I didn't have a
home. I had my pack and my clothes and my seventy seven millie, but
those were just stuff. Mostly I had brains and body and I was willing
to use both.

I found my sugar in another club, a nice one catering to the other
sick fucks who wandered into town on vacation. They stayed uptown,
where the cops were thick and boys like me got the hard eyes and all I
had to do was step on a crack to get my ass tossed. But that was a
risk and even carrying the piece I was only looking at a couple hours
of interrogation anyway. The cops wouldn't keep me; they'd just bang
the fuck out of me and toss me back into the ever lovin' arms of
Jesus.

It had happened before, and I liked the risk.

=5=5=5=5=5=5=5=5=5=

"Oh, precious." The woman was smiling at me and her man, her husband
was nodding.

They were older, thirties maybe, all pasty white and clean. I could
smell soap beneath the cologne and perfume and I was smiling shyly.
This was the Lolita Fucky Fucky game in all its glory, but I wasn't
splitting profits. I could find my own marks just fine.

They were window shopping, looking for something small and pretty like
they couldn't get back on Earth, but they were afraid to go to the bad
part of town, so the bad part came to them. Boys and girls, all ages
and sizes and colors, walking around and looking for a bed. A pretty
little boy like me was always in demand though; there just weren't
enough of us to go around.

"Check him." The woman whispered, clutching her husband's arm.

"Let me see your finger, sweetie." The man said and I held out my
hand, biting my lower lip because that's what they liked to see.

It was just a blood test, just a prick and the little pen looking
device sampled my blood, data scrolling across the tiny screen as he
held it up so they could read it together. I was clean, innocent and
pure and ripe for all the sex they'd ever imagined.

"Perfect." The man smiled at me and his wife was nodding. "How much?"

"How long?" I asked, sliding my thumb inside the waistband of my
pants, moving it along my soft tummy.

"Tonight, tomorrow..." He looked at his wife and she nodded. "Two
nights."

That was perfect for me and I smiled, giving them a tiny shrug.
"Twenty thousand."

"Twenty?" The woman blinked. "That's a lot."

"Ten." The man suggested, which was about how much I was worth in that
market, but I could get more.

We settled on sixteen thousand and I opened my pack, finding my PDU,
my Personal Data Unit. It was a good one, a Nokia about the size of a
cracker and wafer thin. I'd got it hot off a blacksmith, probably
swiped from some tourist like these two. It got stripped, scrubbed and
sold, clean to me just for bending over the guy's forge.

Now it was mine, with my ID and all the stuff that made me a real
person. Everything anyone wanted to know about me, from medical
history to criminal background to travel authorization, it was all
there. But that wasn't much at all, since I was just a kid.

I thumbed it, calling up a little display in front of me and I
manipulated the hologram so I could see my Interzonal Credit Account,
my money, which totaled 1377 credits just then. The man quickly
changed that though, feeding me 16 grand more and I was satisfied.

I smiled at the couple, zipping my pack closed, hooking the small
black bag over my shoulder, and they smiled back, being the proud new
owners of a thirteen year old boy. Naturally they couldn't wait to
play with me.

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"Oh yeah, precious...suck momma's clit..."

The woman was pretty enough, even beautiful the way rich people are,
the ones who can afford the really good DNA. She was tall and platinum
haired, with high cheek bones and sparkling blue eyes that looked
expensive. Her body was pink and soft all over, so she must have had a
nice dermal bath recently. There wasn't so much as a mole to ruin it,
at least not so far as I could see.

But I'd only seen her legs so far, a little bit of her hips and the
insides of her creamy thighs.

She had me on my knees, licking her rich blonde pussy while she sipped
champagne on the sofa with her husband. He had his cock free, long and
hard, and my little fist was wrapped around it, pumping him slowly up
and down.

We were in the piano bar at the Four Seasons, the hotel they were
staying at, and some of the other patrons were watching, but it wasn't
a big deal. Nobody came to Broken Window for anything but pleasure and
a lot of the other guests had their own little toys to play with.

Somewhere behind me a girl was being raped, a small one too, by the
sounds of her crying. The man doing it was Japanese and I'd avoided
those guys when I'd been shopping earlier. He had a little cheering
section and for the Four Seasons that was going a little too far, even
on this world. They'd be asked to take their party upstairs soon, I
thought.

But what I was doing was just fine. The man and his wife talked a
little, about mundane things like their work and kids and getting the
swimming pool cleaned, I don't know. It wasn't my business anyway and
they were just doing it because it was a real luxury to be eaten out
in the middle of a bar like it was nothing.

"Is it good?" The man asked his wife and she was shaking, her thighs
starting to press against my flushed cheeks.

"Oh Yesssss...." She hissed.

I knew what she liked now, she was into her clit big time and while
she didn't mind it when I tongued her thin pink hole, she loved it
when I sucked and teased her throbbing clitoris. The man sighed,
enjoying my little hand job, feeling my small fingers squeezing him
blindly, his precum running down the shaft. He kissed his wife deeply
while I worked them both.

I wanted to make it good for her too because they'd paid fair and
square and more often than not by the time they were done with me I'd
have a nice tip coming. They'd think about pretty little me being
stuck on this planet, maybe feeling a little guilty because they'd
been fucking a boy younger than their own children, and they'd have
some money left because they always budgeted more than they spent,
upright responsible people like this.

"Fuck him..." The woman was gasping. "I want to see it...here...fuck him
while I come, darling."

She was close too and the man looked happy to please his wife. He
stood up slowly, perhaps flushing a little self-consciously, as there
was no place else in the galaxy you could legally fuck a child,
especially in a five star hotel lounge. But here he could and it would
be the thrill of a lifetime, the grand perversion and I was surprised
they weren't recording it, making a holo for all their friends back
home.

He rubbed my ass and pulled my hipsters down, the waistband stretched
easy and I paid him no mind at all, just wriggling my small tight
round butt a little, inviting him to put his big cock inside me. He
didn't bother with my panties, just pulling them quickly aside. His
wife was close and urging him on, breathing harder as her thighs
pressed my cheeks and then relaxed, squeezed relaxed, over and over.

I moaned softly, nibbling the woman's clit now, even using my teeth a
little because she was so into it, and that cock was pushing into my
hairless little hole hard. He wanted me deep and fast, stabbing inside
me so that it hurt a little, and my face was pushed hard against the
woman as he rocked my body forward.

"Jesus! He's hot, Steph...You wouldn't believe...ugh! This kid is tight!"

He almost laughed, grabbing my tiny waist, working his cock in and out
hard, and it was okay after a few minutes. I made sure my ass was
clean and lubed good before I ever shopped the Fucky Fucky game The
woman was cumming finally and my butt was sore, but wet, really wet
now from all that precum he was dripping, and I was trying to squeeze
that cock off inside my ass.

"Ohhh oh God God God..." The woman arched her back.

She dug her fingers in my hair, grinding her cunt against my mouth as
I tasted her flavor suddenly stronger than ever, sharp and acrid on my
tongue. She was cumming a lot, the wetness pouring from her sex as I
stiffened my little tongue, shoving it inside her.

"Eat her, you little whore..." The man was saying to me, "...suck that
pussy...you slut...god you fuck good..."

He was fucking me harder now too, really moving in and out, his cock
almost pulling free of my anus and then slamming back inside, so deep
it was hitting the bottom of my immature rectum, pounding my little
prostate like a hammer, bringing weak muffled yelps from my hard
working mouth, and I was going to cum too. My dick was on fire and I
couldn't have stopped it even if I wanted to.

I started moving my ass fast, fucking myself back and that pleased
him, especially as he realized I was cumming, my hard little penis
shooting cum onto the thick carpet between my knees. It was good for
him, really good with my asshole spasming violently, and I moaned into
the woman's sex, swallowing her cum and letting all those good
feelings break free.

This was sweet, fucking these two. I'd done a lot worse in my life,
that was for sure, and two days of being a fuck toy wasn't exactly my
favorite thing, but it would get me ready. I'd be nice and relaxed and
primed for some cold blooded murder come Tuesday night. Six people
would be looking for me, wanting to do me hard before I did them.

It was a good thought while I was cumming and I liked it a lot.

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eofch.1(2bcont)

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