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Subject: {ASSM} Broken Window Chapter 4 (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 4


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"Shades." Ransom said as soon as we were inside the condo he shared
with his girlfriend.

The ceiling became transparent then, like it was wide open under that
bright blue sky and I looked around. It was an average place, I
guessed, typical for a citizen even though I didn't have a lot of
experience with those people. Mostly all I knew was what I heard and
saw on the H.V. from time to time. There was always a sitcom or a soap
opera playing at the missions. People would rather watch holovision
than eat, or so it seemed like sometimes.

Anyway, Ransom's place looked cool. A big open room, thirty foot
ceilings and long silk drapes around the pillars, with some archways
leading out of it. Kitchen, a bedroom and a bathroom, maybe some other
rooms. He had a balcony, a small one, looking down about a hundred
feet to the form concourse, and beyond that it was a mile straight
down to the streets below. Everything was glass and stainless plastic,
done up like marble mostly, all white and breezy and clean.

There was all the stuff you'd look for too, furniture, not new or old,
but there to be used. H.V. and the Etherlink, a whole universe at your
fingertips. Music and books, I picked one up and ran my finger along
the spine, checking the contents. It was all new stuff, popular like
romance novels. Thirty of them collected and I watched the cover
change as each title flashed up, dramatic alien landscapes and
beautiful couples half dressed and kissing passionately. I couldn't
tell them apart.

"Viv reads those." Ransom shrugged.

"Looking for love, huh?" I grinned and tossed the book down.

"I guess." He shrugged. "I'll fix us something to eat, Viv will be
here soon."

"You got a shower?" I asked him and he pointed me towards a door.

"Through the bedroom, can't miss it."

"Cool." I needed to get cleaned up.

"You like Chinese?" Ransom asked me and I giggled. "What?"

"Nothing." I shook my head. "I just been seeing oriental stuff
everywhere I look. It's good, yeah."

"Heh...Okay." He was grinning.

It's always sorta awkward being with someone like that. I mean I'd
gotten picked up before, you know, taken home after a night out and
there's always a little time it takes to adjust. Outside is one thing,
you can act a little weird there, but inside a home, fuck...I never had
one of my own. I always felt like I was visiting the zoo or something.

The bedroom was big, the whole place was really. Too big for the lack
of stuff. But everything was small nowadays, getting smaller all the
time too. The walls were wired, you could watch holo anywhere, listen
to music, surf the ether, whatever and not have to get out of bed. All
that shit automated and waiting. Technology was bad sometimes. It put
people to sleep.

I sat on the bed and emptied my pack first thing. I checked my seventy
seven, replacing the two rounds I'd fired and making sure the one in
the chamber was good to go. I had seventeen shots and another clip and
a half for reloads. It didn't have any safety but my finger pulling
the trigger or not. Good gun though, for an old projectile weapon.
Lots of people liked the new stuff, but old school was cooler.

I set my PDU aside and my crucifix phone with it, my pink meth and the
stim I was saving. I had clothes, old and new. I had some panties, a g-
string, and another skirt, a lace bra with tiny cups, since I didn't
have any tits. A tight little blouse, with buttons and everything. My
old red hipsters, t-shirts and socks. Boxers. A sexy little silk
camisole and a boys leather harness with a g-string pouch just big
enough for little cock and balls. Those tourists had gone a little
crazy and I shoulda pawned half that crap, but I never had nice
clothes before, even if most of it was for a girl..

I stripped down, grabbed my gun and went in the bathroom.

"Lights." I said and the place lit up, all bright and spiffy clean. It
was the cleanest bathroom I ever saw and the shower was a real one
too, with water. That was seriously cool. Most places used sonic
showers, like the missions, and those were okay, but they never really
got my ass clean good. This one was quality and I was gonna give
myself an enema cause my ass was full of old cum and itchy.

The hotel, that Four Seasons one, had bragged about its sonic bidet,
piece of shit. It was good for old women who wanted to Jill off, but
that was about it.

I pulled the tape off my tits slow, glad it wasn't the sticky kind. It
just felt like a bunch of ants as the rubber let go of my skin. I
tossed that stuff away. Body tape was the new thing cause it was retro
and looked good, but it was all disposable and kind of a waste of
credits in my opinion. I hadn't paid for it though, so I didn't care.

The water was good and hot, steamy hot, and a serious luxury. They
didn't get a lot of water downstairs where I lived. Civvies had it
good. I was washing my ass with that hand nozzle shoved up my butt,
feeling my cock all hard playing with it, when I realized I wasn't
alone. I almost reached for my gun, cause it was close and handy, but
I killed that reflex fast. I'd just brought it with me so Ransom
wouldn't do anything stupid if he saw it. People and pistols don't
mix.

"Hi." She said, and I guessed that was Viv and she was Japanese as
hell. The Shiseido thing hadn't registered with me, but now it did.

"Hey." I nodded through the shower curtain, which was just a thin
layer of nothing. It kept exposed moisture on one side or the other,
but water wouldn't go though it.

"I'm Viv."

She looked like twenty something, short and thin, and perfectly
proportioned. Viv had an oval face, big green occidental eyes, and a
nice smile. She was made up nice too, like a Shiseido cosmetic girl
should be in her trick white miniskirt and taped up tits. Just a strip
of white across the nipples and around her back, pulling her ripe tits
flat. They all dressed like that. Four inch heels and thigh high white
stockings, and faces painted like porcelain dolls. She was perfect.

"I'm Bingo."

"I heard you killed someone." She didn't look happy or sad about it.

"She killed herself." I shrugged.

"Oh."

"I just helped."

"I didn't know it was a she."

"Yeah."

I was clean enough and I killed the water with a word, grabbing my gun
and stepping through the curtain, all dry all of a sudden. I felt
clean too, that was the best part, except I still had some water in my
butt. The curtain didn't look inside a body, just outside.

"How old are you?" Viv stepped back, giving me some room so I could
sit on the toilet and lose the water.

"Thirteen." I looked at her. "Tube baby, huh?"

"Yeah." She didn't smile and didn't have to ask, it was obvious she
didn't have a belly button.

"That's cool." I nodded and Viv didn't look relieved, but she probably
was. People gave clones a hard time, but it wasn't her fault she
didn't have no soul.

I'd never seen mine anyway.

"You're a Fucky Fucky Boy, huh?"

"Sometimes, yeah." I lifted my butt and the toilet flushed, real water
again, and I got my ass washed and better yet dried, which was all I
really needed then.

"Do you play the...What do they call it?"

"Lolita Game?" I was hunched over, looking up and she nodded. "Not
really, I'm alone."

"I spend all my time up here." Viv said, meaning on the forms where it
was clean and safe. "Well, except when I go to work."

"Sure." I stood up all naked for her. "You like me?"

"I don't know." She shrugged.

"I can be whatever you want." I smiled at her. "I mean if you want a
boy or girl or whatever."

"Ransom said you're beautiful."

"I was." I laughed lightly.

"Be a girl then, let me see."

"Okay."

"I'll do your makeup first." Viv smiled then and it was going to be
okay.

She was a real citizen, meaning Viv had never been anything else. Not
like Ransom who had been from someplace else off-world, and an addict
and was now reformed. Viv had been grown here, replicated by Shiseido
from some idealized salesgirl's DNA so that Viv would look and sound
and act like a thousand other ones. Someone somewhere had decided that
people liked that, customers would spend more if the same person was
helping them shop everytime, everywhere.

It made people like Viv seem like...Furniture.

Viv was still a person though and had her own thoughts and dreams and
life to lead. But it was slavery too; they just didn't call it that.
Like where else was she gonna work? She only knew what they'd fed her
in the tube, how to sell cosmetics, or clothes, or jewelry. Hatched
her when she was maybe 12 or something and put her to work. Clones had
a high suicide rate and some of the rest ended up in places like the
Gutter, or worse. Not a lot of them, but enough so you knew they were
there, like fallen angels clipped off their wings.

"How do I look?" I smiled for Viv and we'd spent almost an hour
together, ignoring Ransom who'd eaten without us and complained til he
saw what we were doing. Now he sat on the bed smiling.

"You were right." Viv sighed. "He's beautiful."

I wore the other skirt, which was tight and short, hugging my ass and
I'd colored it black. The top was that lace bra, and I'd colored it
red, like wet blood, all shiny against my pale skin. It looked liquid
when I moved and it had cost a William a thousand credits. I wasn't
gonna pawn that.

A little black thong that split my pink hairless balls so they hung
small and tight on either side, and covered my little dick just enough
to be interesting. Those two inch heels, colored red like my bra now,
and my face was made up by an expert so that I looked like a real 13
year old girl, a citizen girl too, not a fucky fucky girl.

No lipstick or eye shadow, just some bubblegum gloss and highlights
that gave me real cheekbones, some freckles across my nose and soft
auburn hair, wavy now and pulled back with a glittering costume
jewelry clip, like black sapphires to match my skirt. She did my
fingers and toes, pink like my lips, with one of those nail wands they
sell to kids. It was just a toy, but it worked better than the real
stuff, even if it only came in kiddie colors.

Viv was an artist with makeup and I looked different, very different.
It wasn't genetic reconstruction or anything, just makeup like anyone
could buy, but she knew how to use it. Viv infected my eyes, changing
them from lavender to green, like hers and it hurt a little, making my
eyes water with little tears that Viv caught in a tissue, but iris
painting was very cool.

Expensive too cause it wasn't permanent, but it was real for about
three days. Just like my hair and freckles. It was viral cosmetics. I
was infected with green eyes and freckles and auburn hair and it would
take my immune system a few days to fight it off.

I could have been their daughter, easily, and nobody on the forms
would give me a second look. Looking like I did, dressed expensive
like I was. Except for my attitude, the way I moved and talked. As
soon as I opened my mouth the real citizens would know I was from the
underworld. I couldn't do anything about that, but probably they'd
think I was reformed.

It was a good disguise anyway and with the game starting in five
hours; this was way more coincidence than I liked. Fate had a way of
evening shit out and I'd have to watch my ass close, I figured. Never
trust good luck, that's the saying on Broken Window. Bad luck, sure,
you could trust that all night long. But good luck? That was bad.

"I want to go out for dinner." Viv decided.

"But I cooked already..." Ransom was rubbing his cock and we knew what
he wanted for dinner. Or desert anyway.

"No, look at her...Him..." She gave me an apologetic smile.

"I'll be your little girl, mommy." I said, sounding like the daughter
she wanted me to be, cause I knew that would trip her trigger.

"Yeah..." She stared at me for a second. "...See? We're going to go out,
someplace nice."

That was her thing, like Ransom's was fucking and taking pictures;
Viv's was having a family. That's the other thing about clones.
They're all sterile and it wasn't like there was an adoption agency on
this planet, even if someone could be convinced to let a fucked up
couple like Ransom and Viv buy a kid. So her fantasy was having a
daughter, a girl of her own to dress up and love and take to dinner
like all the other mommy's living in suburban utopia.

It worked for me. Ransom could rape me lights out later and Viv would
probably hold me down for it, but for now...We were going out.

"Okay...Yeah, fine..." And Ransom sighed and he gave his long hard cock
another last squeeze before putting it back in his shorts.

"I need a purse, mommy." I smiled sweetly.

"Of course you do, Bingo." She nodded. "Uh...A little one?"

"About this big." I held up my seventy-seven.

"Oh..." She'd been looking through her closet and she froze for a
second. "Do you need it?"

"Yeah." I nodded.

Ransom was looking at me too, dressing slowly and him and his
girlfriend shared a look. They hadn't asked me why a 13 year old fuck
toy needed a gun, or even wanted one, but it was coming. People always
had to ask, even when they knew better. If it had been possible, I'd
have kept it a secret; Ransom never would have known except for that
bitch Domme.

That had been some bad luck and so it made me feel a little better,
but not much.

"I have this one." Viv held up a plain black leather purse with long
straps for handles. "It isn't smart or anything."

"It's fine, mommy." I smiled. "It's perfect."

And it was, my pistol fit in it just fine, so long as I didn't lay it
flat. I didn't want to do that anyway though, so it balanced upright
on the grip and the end of the barrel, and I threw in my PDU and some
lip gloss and breath mints, my stim and pink meth, and even a clean
pair of white lace panties, just to have more stuff in there. I put my
phone around my neck and I was ready.

Viv didn't bother changing, but all those Shiseido girls were
conditioned to feel most comfortable in their uniforms anyway. You
hardly ever saw one who wasn't wearing one. Same with all the other
big department stores. It was good advertising too, probably, cause
they were all perfectly beautiful, even if they weren't real.

But you could say the same thing about anyone really, and I didn't
mean it like that. Viv was real, she was just stuck being what she
was. I was glad Ransom hadn't kicked her out like I'd told him to, but
at the time I'd been kinda hoping he would. I didn't feel guilty about
it though, things change and I changed with it. Now I was glad Viv was
here.

"We'll just say she's your niece, okay?" Viv was talking to Ransom as
we walked outside, towards the taxi queue. It was dusk, both suns low
and one moon already high above us.

"Whatever you want, Viv." Ransom smiled at her and I was between them,
holding their hands like a good muffin.

"She's come for a little visit, that's all." Viv was nodding, enjoying
her fantasy. "Or...Hmmm...Maybe she doesn't have anyplace else to go. She
has to stay with us. Bingo doesn't have any other family, does she
Ransom?"

"Nope." He shook his head sadly and I smiled. "She's all alone, Viv,
except for us."

"All alone." Viv echoed and gave my hand a gentle squeeze. "Poor
little thing."

"But you'll take care of me, won't you?" I looked up at her. "You'll
be my new mommy, right Aunt Viv?"

"Of course." She breathed, her body faintly trembling with excitement.
"I'm your new mommy now. That's what we'll tell people."

"Daddy's gonna take good care of you too, baby." Ransom chuckled.
"Wait and see."

"Oh, I know you will!" I giggled.

I just hoped Viv didn't go too far and lose reality on me. I didn't
need her trying to enroll me in some girl's school someplace, or
trying to get me dance lessons, or any crazy vanilla citizen shit like
that. This was gonna be a short gig and a tourist woulda been paying
me some serious credits to play it. I was giving her a freebie,
trading fantasy for a place to hideout for awhile. I had some cold
blooded murder to attend to shortly and if Viv started acting funny,
she was going to have her heart broken quick. I couldn't fuck around
after midnight.

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Viv had it in her heart to play tourist, even though she wasn't ever
gonna pass as one of those. Ransom neither. Tourists had their own
look, in the eyes and spine, like aristocrats, and you could spot one
a mile away just by looking at the way he tilted his head. It was
obvious what Viv was, and Ransom looked like what he was, a cabbie
walking the line and anyone with eyes would know it.

Broken Window's a big place though, and all the place had to sell was
people and entertainment. Wasn't anybody growing food there, they
didn't build anything on that planet, it was just a crossroads for
trading. Stuff came in and stuff went out, the people in the middle
stole as much of it as they could. And the off-world traders, the
merchants and freighters and spacers, they had their own sections
where dreams were cheap and easy to come by.

"Valence." Viv said as soon as we were in a taxi, our second of the
night.

We'd had dinner at some Italian place, up on the roofs where all the
café's and shops were set up. Sitting outside with the jet stream
rushing thin orange clouds over our heads, eating pasta and smiling.
Viv saw people she knew and that had been good for her. I was Ransom's
niece and I didn't say a word, I just smiled, looking innocent and
playing with Ransom's cock under the long checkered table cloth.

Now we were going to the edge, somewhere between the clean safety of
the suburban platforms and the harsh ultra-reality of the streets far
below. The place where citizens went to let their hair down and fuck
up and be alive for a few hours after another mind numbing day of
selling or fixing or driving shit for everyone else.

"Where at?" The driver asked and he was old and fat with a beard,
probably lived in that cab. The back was clean and fresh, but up where
he was it was thrashed.

"Club Deviance?" Viv looked at Ransom and he shrugged. "Yeah, Viv
nodded...Go to CD's."

"Right." The guy was nodding and he mighta liked some talk, but Viv
already had the partition up and it flickered to life, like another
window looking out the front of the cab without the annoying view of
the driver or his mess.

I was already sucking Ransom's cock, just cause he couldn't wait and
playing with him while eating my linguini had got me sorta hot for it.
Nerves mostly, cause the minutes were moving and I could feel midnight
coming. I had to do something, keep busy, keep my mind off it for just
a little bit.

They'd checked clean too, back in the bedroom, Viv and Ransom both
doing the blood test for me. They were clean, like I figured they
would be, and it was nice filling my mouth with Ransom's hard raw cock
knowing I could swallow him down if I wanted, or take him in my ass,
whatever. I hated rubbers.

"This will be nice." Viv was rubbing my ass while I knelt on the sit,
facing away from her. "We haven't gone out in a long time."

"Yeah." Ransom was pushing my head down, urging me to do the deep
throat thing for him.

"I hope they have one of those shows tonight." She slipped her hand
under the back of my skirt, finding my balls, stretched around that
thing riding tight between them.

"I'm sure they will." Ransom was loosening my hair clip, while I
sucked the smooth head of his cock, jerking him off with my hands.

"Last time they had those dog people there..." Viv gave my boy toys a
hard squeeze, making me moan sharply and squirm while she held me
tight in her fist.

"Sirians, yeah...They were pretty rough." Ransom had both hands in my
hair, just above my ears.

He was pulling me down hard, forcing his cock into my throat and I
gagged on it, choking and coughing until suddenly his dick popped
inside. My tightly stretched lips slid down his smooth shaft and it
hurt, my throat suddenly stretched around his cock until my face was
flat against his pelvis and he lifted his hips, like he might get more
inside somehow.

"Sexy though." Viv giggled. "I'd like to see our little girl getting
fucked by one of them."

"She's pretty small for a dog." Ransom laughed, letting my up so I
could cough and spit and suck cool air into my burning lungs.

"So?" Viv squeezed my balls again, pulling me back with her hand and I
yelped, wincing with pain as I pushed myself back the way she wanted.

"You ever fucked a Sirian, Bingo?" Ransom was moving, kneeling on the
seat, hunched over a bit under the low roof, and grabbing my head so
he could fuck my face.

"No." I breathed, making a face as Viv pulled my thong aside. She
sucked her middle finger briefly and then started working it inside my
ass.

"They're big." Viv laughed, twisting her finger around, curling it
inside my tight anus while she held my balls tight.

"Horny fuckers too." Ransom sighed, feeding his cock to my hungry
mouth. "Suck it, baby...Swallow my cock again..."

Sirians weren't really dogs, they were just people, but they were
called dogs cause they came from the Sirius system, working the
titanium mines mostly. It was a hard place, or so I'd heard, and only
the toughest meanest bastards could survive there. They made good
credits doing it, but after six months, or a year of digging they
needed some fun. Broken Window was perfect for them. And they were big
and horny and rough, and even worse than the Japs, if you can believe
that.

They were proud of being called dogs.

It wasn't a long trip to Valence, which was parked sub-orbital cause
the big freighters docked there, but long enough for Ransom to get his
nut off. He was sliding his cock in and out of my mouth fast, deep too
and I had to fight to keep my throat open for him, swallowing when I
could, breathing just once in awhile. It was uncomfortable as hell,
but he liked it and I had to pay for my ride.

Viv contented herself with my balls and ass, ignoring my dick, which
was throbbing hard, cause I did like that kind of shit. I was gonna
spray in my g-string probably, but I wished she'd give it a squeeze
just to help me along. I was busy holding onto Ransom's thighs,
digging my nails into him every time his cock forced its way into my
throat. I was gonna have laryngitis for a week after this mouth fuck.

I didn't cum, but Ransom did finally, just in time too. His cock was
shooting off in my mouth first, then he slammed it into my throat one
last time so his milky sperm squeezed past my lips and ran down my
chin. His balls emptied into my belly and I couldn't even taste it,
but I had some in my mouth anyway, and it was hot and salty and all
snotty the way that stuff is. I didn't mind it.

"Deviance." The driver's disembodied voice sounded in the air and the
window changed to a big meter, flashing thirty four credits due for
the fare.

I still had Ransom's cock in my mouth, licking around it and cleaning
him up as he caught his breath. He pulled out his PDU and fed some
credits to the cab, giving the driver a decent tip, but Ransom was a
cabbie anyway and he knew too well what it was like flying around all
day with assholes fucking in the back.

Almost eight o'clock and I stood on the curb letting Viv fix me up. I
wasn't too bad, but she wanted to do it anyway. There were a lot of
people around, about an even mix of citizens and off-worlders, a few
tourists, but they mostly just came to say they'd been there and left
after a drink or two. Some fuck toys, older ones though, worn out and
selling cheap cause the Lolita game was played for real money and
nobody around there was gonna pop two grand for a quick fuck.

This part of Valence was all clubs, catering to whatever thrill a
person might need. It was all sex anyway, upscale or low, it didn't
make a difference. Some places were just hook-up joints, meat markets
and old style whore houses; other places, like Club Deviance were more
for dates, couples looking for entertainment. Dancing and floor shows
and just getting high, it was that kinda place.

A few blocks one way and there'd be the hotels, by the night or by the
hour. The other direction and you'd find the strippers and massage
parlors, the shady markets selling black handed shit to space hands
who didn't know any better. It was good and anonymous and a lot like
what I was used to without all the sick pervs shoving it in my face. I
felt right at home up there and just a little bit of déjà vu cause
this had been the place I'd run away from as a ten year old slave boy.

It was the first time I'd been back and I liked it.

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end of ch.4

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