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Subject: {ASSM} Broken Window Chapter 3 (Mm/ff, Pedo, Oral, Public, Violence, Rom, SciFi, Fantasy)
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Broken Window
by H.S. Sweethart

This story is authored and copyrighted by High School Sweetheart 2007
and intended for adults only.
Story Codes: Mm/ff, Pedo, Oral, Public, Violence, Rom, SciFi, Fantasy


Broken Window
Chapter 3

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"You got it?" I kicked myself off the wall when I saw Ransom coming
out of the pharmacy.

"Two of them, yeah." He smiled.

"Maybe you do love me." I smiled back, hooking my arm through his.

"Maybe."

"Where do we live, boyfriend?" We were walking left and Ransom
stopped, pulling me around in a gentle loop.

"The other way."

"Okay."

We hopped a magger, one of the automated trolleys gliding over the big
magnet rails embedded under the streets. They weren't the fastest way
to get around, but they were free anyway and always crowded. We
couldn't get a seat, so Ransom and I stood along with a few dozen
other people. It was a silent ride, of course. There weren't any
engines or moving parts, so it was always a little weird being on one
of those things, watching the world go slowly by.

I had my right arm around a chrome stanchion, a smallish one that
didn't serve much purpose since the trolley didn't rock at all, or
even lurch to a start or stop. They were moving continuously and you
just hopped on or off wherever you wanted. But I had that metal in the
crook of my elbow, kinda pulling on it, leaning on my hips and Ransom
stood there close, playing with my nipples. I liked the way he did it
too, grabbing a lot of skin to go with them.

They were puffy and swollen, all red cause they'd been sucked and
chewed hard the last few days. Ransom was making me squirm a little
with his pinching and pulling, and I stuck my tongue out at him while
some little fucky fucky girls dressed in matching schoolgirl outfits
watched us. They were cute and innocent and seriously sexy with knee
high socks, plaid skirts, and tight white blouses unbuttoned and tied
around their tiny waists.

They had seats too, and they fingered each other playfully through
their thin white panties, and I watched them back. They looked clean,
scrubbed pink and bright eyed and Japanese. They were going uptown to
find a tourist who wanted and could afford identical twins. They
looked like they were 11 years old maybe, but it was impossible to
know and I didn't care anyway. It was just fun watching them watch us.

A woman dressed in maintenance coveralls stood up a few minutes later.
She'd been sitting next to the twins, largely ignoring them as best
she could, and me too. I stepped over quick, grinning as the girl on
my right slid over, into the vacant spot to make room for me between
them. I dropped my pack between my feet and Ransom moved close to us,
nodding at the short blue skirt sliding up my thighs. I played it up
high for him too, revealing the pink panties I wore, full with my hard
little cock and balls. They made a nice contrast with the two little
girls on either side, their preteen vulvas plain and pressing against
the cotton.

It was a fun game, something new to do as I replaced their fingers
with mine, sliding my hands inside their panties and feeling those
soft hairless slits warm and moist. The twins both reached for my
cock, giggling and yabbering in common laced heavily with Japanese. I
could barely understand them, but it was obvious they were having a
good time. Not a care in the world for any of us right then.

I pushed a finger inside each of the girls, turning my head from side
to side to see their pretty faces react beneath the crimson eye shadow
and lipstick they wore. They were serious slant-eyes too, which just
made them all the more cute, like pale Siamese kittens with upturned
noses and elfin smiles. They'd be some wild fucks, I'd bet, crazy kids
who loved sex like it was a cotton candy.

We talked a little, mostly cause Ransom was curious. He took our
pictures, a couple snapshots, playing the holos back so that the girls
clapped and laughed. They'd been on their way someplace, to live on
some other planet, but they'd gotten black handed off to some slavers
and finally traded to a pimp here on Broken Window. They'd been used
to pay off a debt of some kind probably. I couldn't figure out if they
meant just the two of them, or their whole family, but it was a long
time ago anyway, by their short reckoning. A couple years at least and
now they just worked the Japanese sex tours mostly.

That shit happened all the time though. People were always good
currency, almost as good as cash, and it wasn't called slavery. It was
called indentured servitude, cause slaving was illegal. But you could
trade a couple little girls for maybe a couple hundred grand and then
they had to work it off the rest of their lives. If anyone asked there
was a contract on file someplace, but nobody was gonna be looking hard
at it unless they got pissed about something.

"You suck my boyfriend?" I asked the girl on my left, cause Ransom was
right there and he was rock hard again.

"Suck boyfriend?" She giggled and her hands were pulling my cock free.
When she started bending down to suck me, I laughed and grabbed her
shoulders.

"Nani?" She smiled at me, a little confused until I pointed at
Ransom's crotch.

"Suck him, my boyfriend." I reached out and gave Ransom's bulge a
squeeze. "Big!" I widened my eyes and she laughed.

"I don't think its going to fit." Ransom chuckled, watching as the
girl freed his cock and it looked huge in her tiny hands.

"She's probably sucked more cock than I have." I giggled and the girl
played with him for a few moments, then took the swollen head of
Ransom's cock between her soft red lips.

"Jesus...Her tongue's going crazy in there!" Ransom got up on his tip-
toes and whatever that Jap fuck toy was doing it musta been good. He
took a flash of that kid's mouth wrapped around his dick, coaxing her
to look up at him so Ransom could catch her almond eyes.

She didn't take anymore than that cockhead though, just using her
hands to stroke Ransom's dick slow, like she was jerking him off in
her mouth, but she was swallowing too. Spit and precum filling her
tummy, and all the while wriggling her tongue all over my new
boyfriend's cock while he hummed happily, oblivious to the distasteful
looks of his fellow civilians. It wasn't proper for a civilian to even
notice addicted fuck sluts like us, let alone play with them in
public.

The other girl watched along with me, leaning close and playing with
my penis while I fingered her, getting two fingers inside her immature
cunt easily. I felt her pussy burning up tight around me, the walls
squeezing my fingers, and her hand was perfect for my little dick. She
played with it nice, making me wish I could fuck her right then, but
instead I just pulled her down so she could suck me off.

That little preteen could give me a real blowjob too, unlike a grown
woman, a tourist like Stephanie, who's mouth was big enough to take
everything I had down there and more. The fucky fucky girl in my lap
took my entire cock and it was just the right length to tickle the
back of her mouth. I think she liked that even more than me, cause
she'd lift her mouth and say something about it to her sister and then
laugh, coming back for more. I definitely needed a girlfriend my own
age, or a little younger like these girls were, just so I could really
feel like a boy sometimes.

All the while that magger kept moving, people getting on and off, and
civilians would give us a look and then turn their backs mostly, but
we were getting off on it. I lifted my hips, holding the preteens head
and fucking her warm wet mouth. I was gonna cream good just for her
and Ransom grinned, almost panting through his open mouth while his
girl kept stroking the shaft of his long dick, bringing him closer to
filling her tiny Japanese tummy with his sperm. She wasn't slowing
down either, neither of them were, but those Japs had a fetish for
that shit anyway. Something in their genes maybe.

"Oh, what's this?" A woman's voice cut through the quiet, cause nobody
ever talked much on those things. The only noise was the soft slurpy
sucking sounds of the twins and Ransom's heavy breathing, punctuated
with my own happy gasps. My girl had some serious tongue action of her
own.

"Toys." A deep voice answered, or maybe it didn't. It was a dull
sound, clumsy and slow, like the man it belonged to, if a man you
could call him.

People moved, citizens that is, like Ransom, who knew better than to
get involved in addict business. It was one of the laws, the unwritten
ones, that might makes right, and if someone set these two preteen
whores loose, someone else could take them away. All the vices were
lorded over, fuck games and chance, dope and the black traders, and
anything else a person might need to fill a hole. It was like
quicksand. Someone was always there to pull the weaker down; and
someone below them, and still others in the depths, the unseen rulers
of all things dark.

They were just rumors to people like me.

This woman was much more common, a sort of Mistress who had some money
and power, so she wanted more. She'd take whatever she could and keep
it, if possible, or give it back reluctantly if it belonged to someone
stronger. She saw the two sisters and liked them, now she wanted them.
Me too, probably, since we were all together there. Any other time I
wouldn't really care, it happened every fuckin' day and mostly I was
just glad it wasn't happening to me...But today it was.

The cops didn't care, so long as none of the civilians got hurt, nor a
tourist bothered in his eager rush to spend money. They were happy to
let the addicts work their own system and the only time the government
came down hard was if it got crazy. Too much blood too quick, or a bad
scene uptown with a tourist. Then life would get hard for awhile, but
just til certain heads rolled, some certain palms got greased, and
then it was back to business as usual.

This woman wasn't breaking any laws, she was just going to take a few
lost fuckies home and have some fun. People did that every day on
Broken Window and the civilians would be happy to be rid of us.

I'd seen her before too. Tall and beautiful, all snowy skin and
creaking black leather that covered everything but her head, tits, and
cunt. She was a Domme, a sadistic Mistress who collected lost toys and
returned them to their owners for a 'reward' as she called it. Or if
un-owned, like me, it worked out even better for her. She could keep
me for herself, or more likely sell me to the highest bidder and that
was a bad way to go. The Pain Mongers would snatch me up quick. There
were people who came to this planet looking for something to break,
something to hurt, because tears were like an aphrodisiac to sick
fucks like that.

And the Bear, he was big and lumbering on a stainless leash behind his
Mistress, strapped in a leather harness with his huge cock hard and
dripping wet, straining at the thick metal cockring around the base of
it. He was the one the Domme used to cow the watchers, as if anyone
here would stop her. But once in awhile a tourist might try to
interfere, or think about it until the Bear changed the Good
Samaritan's mind. He was mostly there for looks, but he'd be dangerous
too if his Mistress set him free.

The Bear was like two and a half meters tall and 150 kilos easy, big
and smooth, oiled up and castrated. His Mistress shot him full of
testosterone, liters of the stuff, and cock candy poppers to keep him
hard and pissed twenty-four seven. The Bear didn't make no sperm, just
the go juice it mighta swum around in. He could fuck a person to
death, and had a few times, if you believed all the talk. Yeah, I'd
heard of the Domme and her pet Bear before, and unless those two Jap
fuck toys had a Dealer in the Fucky Fucky Game to buy them back,
they'd be somebody's dinner before the week was out. I'd be fuck meat
for sure.

"Toys, Bear." The Mistress was nodding, slapping her gleaming black
boots with a crop, pulling Bear's leash over her left shoulder. "I see
that. Little toys. Lost little toys, I think. Are you lost?"

She moved towards me, being in the middle, and her Bear was on the
other side, behind her. A few civilians decided to get off, most of
the rest moving out of the way, making room and looking in some other
direction for the most part. But a few watched, some of the reformed,
like Ransom, he was just backing up, putting away his dick. Both our
girls had stopped sucking and the huddled close to me instinctively,
they didn't have any real hopes that I could protect them somehow.

They knew they were in trouble too, my new little friends. They hadn't
told me so, but probably they'd slipped their collars and ran away,
cause everybody gets to an age when they think they can make it. A
young age if you got a friend, or especially a sister. I'd felt that
way and it had taken me three tries to make it. But I'd had it easy
compared to them. They were too valuable, a matched set like that and
not even bleeding yet, much too valuable to send uptown all by
themselves, and this was exactly why.

"Answer me, slut!" The Domme brought her crop down across the thighs
of the girl on my right, making her scream sharply and jerk with the
sudden pain.

The other one grabbed me even tighter and pulled herself close,
neither of them was going to say anything; they were terrified and
they could barely understand what the woman was saying. I shrugged
against the girl a little, looking at the one just whipped. She had a
long red stripe across both thighs now. She was rubbing her legs like
they were on fire and crying, rocking back and forth and against me.
It had been cruel doing that and it pissed me off a little.

The Domme raised her crop again.

"They don't speak common." I told her, swallowing nervously cause she
was probably gonna whip me and I hated that shit.

"But you do." She smiled. "Playing fucky fucky games on a trolley?
With a civilian?"

The bitch looked at Ransom who frowned unhappily, but he couldn't do
anything. It was her right to grab us; he wasn't supposed to even know
we were alive. That's how weird Broken Window could be. It only made
sense to people in charge, cause they collected on everything while
the rest of us worked the system for whatever we could get. And Ransom
and all the others like him were supposed to pretend they lived in a
real city, with real laws that applied to everyone the same.

I had my pack just between my feet and I was reaching down, grabbing a
strap slow and lifting it. The Domme caught me, looking back from
Ransom to me and I just hugged it to my bare chest like it was a
shield.

"He said he'd pay." I licked my lips, sounding like the little boy the
Domme thought I was.

"It's illegal for civilians to play with fuck toys." She shook her
head, grinning malicious, and the girls next to me whimpered softly.
"Bad moral character. Anti-social even."

"Look, why don't I just pay you what I was going to give them and..."
Ransom found his voice, playing along, but I knew it wasn't gonna
work. He didn't have that much money.

"Do I look like a cop to you, civ?" The Domme stared at him.

"Uhhhh..." Ransom blinked at her. If he'd wanted to walk the edge,
Ransom was doing it and now he was close to crossing the line if he
wasn't careful.

"So stop trying to bribe me like one, you sick ass fuck." The Domme
couldn't really do anything to Ransom, at least that much was in his
favor, but for the same reasons he couldn't protect any of us.

I shrugged off the twins, making some room and reaching inside my pack
casually, but my heart thumped like it always did when the time was
ripe. I got that cool shot deep inside, adrenaline and little
chemicals mixing it up, getting me ready. It was better than the best
dope you could buy. Better than the best cum you could have. It jacked
me calm and collected and cold all over.

The bitch turned her face back to us. "Now you three, I want
yoooommmph..."

I'd got my seventy-seven mill out quick, and before Bear or the Domme,
or even those slant-eyed cunts next to me knew what was going on, I
was on my feet and shoving three inches of cold steel into her tight
round mouth. I was quick like that, faster than any human had a right
to be, and everyone froze everywhere for a long heartbeat while I
alone moved.

"Bear, get off." I didn't look at him, but stared into the Domme's
eyes. "Let go of the leash."

And she stared back down at me as I stood there, my arm straight and
holding the gun to her mouth. She looked kinda sexy like that, sucking
on it like an evil cock ready to ejaculate her brains all over the
civilians behind her. She let go of the big man's leash and The
Domme's eyes were red, glowing hot with a lust for hating me.

"Get off!" I repeated, jamming the gun inside Bear's Mistress so she
made a soft gagging sound.

The Bear moved then, but slow, looking confused and frowning at me.
The woman was a Goddess to dummies like him and nobody had ever done
anything like this to her before, I was sure. He didn't know what it
meant, but he knew it was probably important and all he needed was a
word from her and he'd be on me, gun or no. Civilians got out of his
way, a bunch of them hopping off cause this scene had gotten bad in a
hurry.

"Get my pack." I told Ransom, waking him up a little. He hadn't been
expecting any of this shit. Civilians never did, even the reformed
ones.

Through all that my heart was slow again, beating steady and my brain
perfectly calm. I only got the rush just before it happened, not
during. That's why I was so good at what I did. I'd been bred for it,
all my genes worked towards that end. This end, right here and now,
feeding a gun to a bitch who wanted to own me. Who wanted to kill me
now. She'd never forget me; never let it go, not after this.
Reputation was everything on Broken Window and I was stealing hers.

"Back up slow." I pushed with the seventy-seven and her feet moved.

Bear had gotten off the magger like I'd told him and now he walked
quickly behind it, keeping up easily cause the trolleys didn't go
fast, but they went forever.

"Stop." The Domme was standing at the wide open doorway, there were
two of them, and the other was a dozen feet behind my back.

I could just give her a shove and the Mistress would fall off into the
street and that's what she expected. After that she planned on finding
me again and I could see her brain working behind her black eyes,
listing all the terrible things she'd do to me before she let me die.
I'd have to watch out for her the rest of my life and if I ever saw
her again, I'd have to kill her right that second. If she ever saw me
first...

"Why wait?" I asked her and the Domme's eyes got big, just for that
fraction of a second before I pulled the trigger.

The back of her head disappeared in a pink cloud and a little red spit
flew out of her mouth, spattering my hand and arm mostly. The she fell
hard to the pavement. It was so quiet the dull thud of the Domme's
body seemed to echo and we had to get going. Bear wasn't gonna take
the news very well and I wasn't gonna waste my clip trying to slow him
down.

"Come on." I practically ran for Ransom, grabbing his hand and jerking
him to life. We jumped off the magger, running through a big open mall
while Bear spent too long worrying over his dead Mistress.

Ransom looked behind us, but there wasn't any good reason for that.
Bear might chase us, he might not. The twins could take care of
themselves, whatever happened. None of those civilians had seen a
thing, they never did. They might have me on surveillance, this part
of town was wired, not like uptown where the tourists were, but still
wired pretty good.

That didn't mean much though, the Domme was just a Darksider, an
addict, and if I got charged with anything it would be for the having
the gun, not for using it. Justice for the Mistress would have to come
from one of my peers and I'd worry about that later. For now I just
wanted to put room between us and the Bear, cause a guy like that
could rampage without someone holding his leash.

"The bounce tube." I pulled Ransom into a glass bouncer. They were
meant for one, but we'd fit easy.

The floor settled slightly beneath us as I faced him, wrapping my arms
around the man's waist smiling up with my chin pressing against
Ransom's sternum. He held me too, breathing hard and nodding, like he
might almost understand how everything just had to happen like it did.
Bear was moving around the sidewalks, the open mall and shops through
which we'd run. I could see him and even hear him bellowing, going a
little crazy and if he kept that up some cops were going to take him
down for the long count.

The tube sealed a second later and there came a gentle swoosh and a
soft thrum and we were pushed up into the sky. The tube only had one
stop, the skyway, another city on top of a city, but this one stayed
clean and sunny, with real children who hadn't never been fucked in
their lives, and real parents who wouldn't trade them for a quick fix
of whatever they needed. We both plugged our noses and popped our
ears. Heaven was a long way up.

This was the suburbs and I put my gun away and dug a real shirt out of
my pack, a stretchy silk blouse that Stephanie had bought me, like all
the rest of my new clothes. I thumbed the color tab, making it a nice
shade of gold, pulling it over my head so the smartsilk could come to
life, molding the top to my body. It had cost a lot and went good with
the skirt, and I combed my long blonde hair back from my forehead with
my fingers.

"How do I look?" I smiled at Ransom, feeling that euphoria now.

Another kill and a good one. People would know too, the fuck sluts
would tell their Dealer what happened. They'd be running back now, if
they were smart. Take their medicine and spill their tears. And he'd
pass it around, the Domme got smoked by some fuck toy. That'd be funny
for some people, others might not think so. Either way, I didn't get
off on it, like the whack bastards who could spill in their pants just
thinking about snuffing someone. I just wanted the rep, that's all. I
wanted to be the best, so I felt pretty good.

"You killed her." Ransom narrowed his eyes and I shrugged, shouldering
my little pack, my seven point seven stashed safely away. "Why'd you
do that? Why do you have a gun?"

"If I didn't do it now, I woulda had to do it later." I held his hand
and we were walking slow. Bear wasn't gonna come up here, we didn't
have to run.

"Why?" Ransom hadn't never been anything but a lover.

"I ain't never gonna be owned again." I looked up at him. "This a big
problem, boyfriend?"

"I never saw anyone killed before." He sounded sad.

"Shoulda grabbed a flash." I giggled, but that was kinda mean of me
and I stopped it quick. He didn't deserve that and it wasn't like me,
not really.

"What?" Ransom shook his head to clear it.

"You ever go to church?"

"Church..."

We held our hands high as a bunch of kids ran past us, between and
around us, laughing happily. We were between a park and a big housing
form, walking towards the glass and steel condos glittering half a
mile ahead. Old trees lined the way and I could even hear some birds
and smell the grass around us.

"...no, never been to one of those." Ransom continued after they were
gone.

"I do, sometimes. Just so I can eat mostly."

"Okay."

"I saw this guy the other day, sitting there and he had a kid, a girl
like four years old, and she had something wrong. Like retarded, you
know, and she was smiling at the ceiling, waving up at nothing."

"Uh-huh."

"And she had one of those faces, like...What do they call that?"

"Mongoloid? Down syndrome?"

"Yeah that, skinny too. Stick legs and arms, and lopsided in the
face." I nodded. "But her dad, her real dad was holding her and
kissing her cheek. And I could tell he loved her, like she couldn't
ever do anything wrong."

"He's addicted?"

"Nope." I shook my head. "Just poor. Lots of poor people down there,
and they all go to church, you know?"

"Yeah."

"If there's a god someplace, he ain't in some guy dead on a cross." I
looked up at Ransom. "He's in that girl. That guy was holding god in
his arms and he didn't even know it."

We walked silent for a minute.

"Or maybe he did." Ransom said.

"Yeah." I smiled. "Maybe he did."

"You believe in god?"

"No." I sighed. "But I want to."

We shared more silence until we got close to the houses, there were a
lot of people around and they gave me some little looks, a few of
them, but I played it meek and kept my head down. I knew I wasn't
really supposed to be up there, but I didn't look totally out of place
walking with Ransom. He coulda been my dad, maybe. Most of those
people wanted to see what they wanted me to be. A pretty little girl
with tomboy looks, walking home with her father. It was a good dream.

We came to a garage, all the platforms had them for private cars and
scoots, and around the side was a transdock for cabs and shuttles. The
wind was blowing there, hard and cold cause we were half a mile in the
sky, maybe more, and there wasn't anything to block it.

"You okay now?" I asked Ransom.

"Maybe." He breathed. "I think so."

"Don't worry, you ain't never gonna see it again, kay?" I liked him
and I meant what I said.

"I still want to love you."

"I know." I smiled. "But you gotta have something back."

"Yeah."

"We'll see." I looked at the cabs and the short queue of people lined
up, it moved fast.

"Alright." Ransom cleared his throat and brushed some tangled black
hair out of his eyes. "Let's go home."

"Kay."


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end of ch.3

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