Helion

The Spretzfeld Projectile Handcannon Mk.IV, or SPH for short, was a modern twist on an old classic. Sawed-off shotguns were a favorite for many and, in recent years, had found a particular niche in the urban conflict of Helion City. Boasting a rather infamous notoriety in cinema, it didn't take long for weapons manufacturers to begin tinkering with the old-world legend to innovate new and fresh takes on it. Spretzfeld had chosen to pursue railgun tech and thus, implemented that into their Mk.IV variant, which Eve now held gingerly in both hands.

The absolute unit of a gun weighed 23.54 pounds fully loaded-which, to most, would render the weapon unusable as a close-quarters solution. In multiple press releases, Spretzfeld iterated that the SPH Mk.IV was never intended to fill the same role as a sawed-off; instead, their goal was to create an effective choke-point defense weapon. Able to completely lock down a corridor and make it impossible for opposing forces to proceed. In that specific goal, they unequivocally succeeded, creating what was arguably one of the most powerful hand-held anti-personnel weapons on the market. With a dual-fed drum magazine, a simple button press could swap the weapon between two different ammo types, allowing for incredible single-target damage or devastating spread-fire.

Eve wasn't particularly concerned about the weight of the weapon. Her augmented body allowed her to carry it without issue; the problem was the recoil of the shots. Even just bracing the weapon against herself could potentially dislocate whatever limb it was butted up against. She had faced a similar problem with her Deckland and had overcome it by reinforcing the ligaments in her wrist, but she couldn't afford to replace everything. In this case, that still wouldn't be an issue since she would use the chair she was in to take the brunt of the kick.

"Alright, when I give the signal, I need you to retract all glass and peel out of here as fast as possible. I'm not going to be able to get them all before they open up on us, but if I splatter one or two, they'll probably hit the ground. I don't trust your armor to hold up to those long rifles, and we're going to pray they don't score a lucky hit on me, got it?"

Eve prepped the depleted uranium-tipped rounds and lined up her shot with the lead goon. One of the benefits of newer model weapons was their ability to sync wirelessly with her commtag, giving her a small readout of the weapon status as well as a crosshair that overlaid her vision.

The car nervously acknowledged the order, "Got it!"

Eve dragged in a lungful of smoke from the cigarette still pressed between her lips, and let it slowly wisp out of her nose as she eyed the oncoming group. Because of the heavy tint in her glass, she knew they couldn't see into the car; normally, a Death Squad would have already opened fire on their target and shredded it into fine particulate. But they hadn't, which meant they were under instruction to take her alive, and while going with the squad may have provided answers to some of her questions, voluntarily giving up her freedom was a guaranteed way to end up in some whitebois basement.

Tensions continued to rise as the mercenaries crept closer, guns raised and aimed into the cab of the car. Even just needed one of the poor shits to step directly behind the leader and...

"NOW!!" Eve bellowed, and the windshield slammed down behind the dash. Suddenly, the five killers were confronted by a very angry, heavily armed Hunter. Before any of them could blink, the leader's head erupted into a geyser of blood and viscera, followed by the one directly behind them. The bodies dropped like marionettes losing their strings. The other members dove for cover, and the car peeled out, crushing one of their skulls as it careened over its lifeless body.

The two remaining squad mates rolled out of the path of the car and onto their stomachs to return fire, but Eve had already swiveled in the chair and lined up her next shot on the one to the left. The car fishtailed back onto the street, and with a final concussive report, a supersonic round of depleted uranium tore the whitebois body apart from end to end. The last remaining member of the death squad screamed and fired wildly back, but the windows were already coming up and the distance was growing between them.

"Shouldn't we go back to finish them off?" The AI sounded like it was on the brink of hyperventilation.

"Are you fucking insane? The only reason I'm not hogtied at their feet right now is because we got the jump on them. There's no winning that fight if I don't have an advantage. It'd be a game of cat and mouse until another squad rolled up, and another, and then another. Just calm down and keep driving." Eve breathed.

"What do we do? Do we go back to your apartment?"

Eve powered down the Spretzfeld and slid it back into the floor compartment. "Hell no, they've probably already ransacked it and set up monitoring bots. I'd be netted the second I stepped foot in the lobby."

"Ahhhh, holy shit, you're right; one of them is trying to hack into your laptop right now. I'll dump the data on it into my cloud and then fry it." The A.I reported with a concentrated effort.

Eve snarled. "Thanks; see if you can't find any trace of the bounty on me too. I'd like to know who posted it and exactly what my life is worth to them."

The car chimed in ascent, and they continued weaving through traffic as Eve allowed her body to finish its repairs. How did they know where to jump her? The stop to see Ronnie had been completely on a whim; had he sold her out? Maybe that was why he was eager to get her out of his shop; he didn't want any part of whatever chaos was coming. That had to be it; they had no tail, nothing had been placed on the car, and the AI would alert them to any active scans targeting them. The beautiful King must have sent a message while she was tongue-deep in his asshole... Figures.

The death squad had gotten a heads-up from Ronnie, and then a scout had likely told them when to snag her with their de-electrified van. Francisco's guilt was piling up; the sniveling cunt had the motive, the money, and the connections to set her up like this. The pathetic whelp should have been put down on the Dellenworth's steps. As a hunter, Eve enjoyed the unrestricted right to summarily execute any whiteboi for any reason, even no reason at all. She could open fire on any one of the numerous faggots milling the streets of Helion City, and she would be justified without explanation.

But to tamper with a black man's property was treading a very, very thin line. If she had ended Francisco, then Charles would have reason to seek compensation from her, and if it wasn't death, then it would be some price she couldn't pay off with her life. As much as Eve wouldn't mind a lifetime of brutal servitude under the boot of a superior Black King or even being graciously terminated at one of their hands, there were still things she needed to do. Goals she hadn't achieved and questions she hadn't had answered. No, not yet; she needed her freedom for a while longer.

"Heads up, Eve, bogie on our six." The AI broke in on her thoughts, and she whirled in the chair, expecting to see another van, but the street was empty, so she tracked her eyes up and caught the faint glimmer of a drone.

"Ahh, fuck! Bring it down!"

The AI shot back. "You don't think I tried already?! That thing is mil-spec too, and those encryption protocols are no fucking joke! I'm lucky I didn't have my damn brain scrambled."

Eve rolled her eyes. "You don't have a brain, and I'm ninety-nine percent sure you've backed yourself up to your cloud anyway. Drop the rear window; I'll see what I can do with the big bitch." Once again, Eve dug the SPH out of its floor compartment and propped it up on the rear bench seat. A crosshair materialized in her vision, and a heartbeat later, a chunk of depleted uranium jacketed in steel was accelerating towards the drone at almost twice the speed of sound. The drone, recognizing it was being targeted, attempted to take evasive action but was struck on the right side of the fuselage. The military-grade ceramic plating peeled back like tinfoil as the round passed through it on its way into the upper atmosphere.

"Well... hopefully, that keeps them off our tail for a while. We're going to have to ditch our ride somewhere, though; they'll be on the lookout for the Percheron, and I'm not sure it'll survive the next encounter we have."

The AI began to protest. "You're going to abandon me?! Eve, they'll blow me up if they find me! You can't just-"

Eve put up a hand to curtail the argument. "That's why I said 'we', dumbass, you're coming with me."

The AI scoffed. "In fucking what? Your commtag? Even just my data packets would melt it out of your head trying to run the protocols for my fucking voice, let alone my personality for more than a few seconds at a time!"

Eve pinched the bridge of her nose. "No… You brain-dead bimbo, you're coming with me in a body. I sure hope you've had a chance to do a little window shopping because you're getting your wish early." Eve recognized the amount of help the AI had been, and while the idea of unleashing this cluster-fuck onto the streets of Helion City caused her to wince, she knew that if they were going to live through the night, she was going to need an extra set of hands. Hands that she knew implicitly wouldn't eventually wrap around her throat for the right price.

She had considered reaching out to Mason to see if she could get another Hunter to collaborate on the case, but the risk of being paired up with someone all too easily swayed by the stench of money was too high. She'd be sold out to Francisco before she shook the other hunter's hand, so her options for assistance were limited to the airheaded slut currently living in her car.

"Oh. My. Gosh... you aren't serious?! Oh fuck, Eve! I'm going to fucking worship you for the rest of your natural life for this."

Eve certainly hoped so; this was about to be possibly the most expensive mistake she'd ever made and, if her fears were realized, the end of Helion City as she knew it.

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Robots and androids were old technology. Most innovations took place in the late 2070's, after the battery-boom went into full swing. Innovation after innovation saw the market flooded with every possible iteration imaginable. If you could think of it, there was a robot for it. One of the only major limiting factors to the breadth of Android use was the AI core. After generalized AI had officially come to market, regulating bodies across the globe began to crack down on how those AI were modeled. The argument was that if they were made too lifelike, then considerations would need to be made for whether or not they were technically alive.

If yes, then what rights would they have? Could people still buy them? What was the ethical nature of continuing production of them? What would happen to them after their owner died? What would happen to them if they were abandoned? The world wasn't ready to answer these questions, so instead it decided to side-step the problem and abolish any higher-level AI altogether. Of course, this did nothing to stem the tide of basement-dwelling tinkerers.

Now and then, you'd hear the rumblings of some rogue A.I slaughtering its master and then subsequently being put down. Or some loser whiteboi, high off its feet on slix, attempting to marry some cracked, home-brew, Frankenstein's Monster they'd cobbled together in secret. There was a market for companions who couldn't say no, and like all markets, there were those dedicated to filling the niche, as Eve had discovered.

Her A.I seemed to be more unique than most, however. Something about the cracking process typically left the A.I fundamentally broken on some level, incapable of performing any number of basic functions, usually resulting in an A.I either going mad or rendering it completely inoperable. But this A.I had survived unscathed, at least, as far as Eve could tell. Sure, it may have been a sex-starved, slutted-up, hyper-pop ditz, but it was still fully aware and functional. If she were being honest, if she hadn't known any better, she would have wholeheartedly believed the A.I had been a human the entire time.

As it turned out, the A.I had done some shopping. A lot, in fact. It knew exactly what it was looking for and who had it. When Eve pressed for more information, all it said was: "Nuh-uh, this is a surprise; I don't want to spoil it!"

This only served to deepen Eve's sense of impending doom, but at the moment, there wasn't much she could do about the situation. She needed someone she could trust, and the A.I was it. "There's no possible way I'm not going to regret this, is there?"

The AI simply laughed and teased, "I guess that depends on how much you like having tight holes."

Eve just sighed. Sex-bots made up the vast majority of Android production, typically marketed to lowly whitebois as alternatives to real women. There were incredibly strict laws surrounding who, or what, whitebois could fuck, and under what circumstances. But since the androids weren't people or animals, no such restrictions existed for them. Eve had hoped that the AI would pick something a little more practical than a fuckbot, but given the thing's personality, she thought this was par for the course.

"At least tell me where we're going then!"

The AI hummed and made a turn down a dark alley. "Ok, we're about two blocks from the dealer; I'll initiate defensive protocols and lock down the car on a delay. All you need to do is pop my core and let me guide you through the commtag."

Eve was momentarily baffled. "How are you going to do shit if I'm walking around with your core in my pocket? I thought you'd fry my brains?"

The small spherical cortex of silicon wafers carried the entirety of the A's existence. While the memories and other portions of who they were could be uploaded to clouds or storage drives, the data needed to be compressed as much as possible otherwise the drive would simply fail. Eve didn't fully understand the nature of the cores or how something so small could handle so much data, but she knew it needed to be plugged into something for the AI to operate. "Ew, you seriously want me to explain all that boring shit to you now? You realize we're in the middle of being hunted by fucking death squads, right? Or do you just want to get this over with so we can end this stupid fucking case?"

The AI had her there; now wasn't the time to sweat the small stuff. "Alright, let me know when you're good, and I'll grab you." The alarm for the car chirped, and the A.I indicated it was good to go so Eve popped open the small hatch in the dash and slid out the incredibly heavily armored core housing. Punching in a complex code and then verifying her biometrics, the housing unfolded to reveal a softly glowing, incandescent blue sphere.

"Please, be gentle with me, Eve." Was all the A.I said before Eve plucked it from its cradle.

"Don't have to tell me twice; it's hard to think I'm saying this... but I need your ass right now." Eve collected her Deckland from the door holster and the extra pack of Tellmins she'd left in the console before flipping the collar up on her overcoat and setting off down the alley. After a few steps, the car began projecting the security hologram on the ground, and Eve hoped desperately that it would be enough to save her baby.

"If that car isn't here when we get done with this, there will be hell to pay..." Her commtag softly crackled to life, and at first, she expected to hear the high, feminine, bubble-gum voice of her A.I but was instead met with Mason's deep baritone.

"Sitrep, Hunter. Hearing some nasty shit on the subnet that's got your name written all over it." Eve opened her mouth to reply, but found herself hesitating. She didn't even really know why she was hesitating; she trusted Mason; she'd worked with him for years and had been through hell and back more than once with him. All the same, her voice got caught halfway up her throat.

How much did he know about what was going on in the city? Did he know about the death squads? The bounty? It wouldn't be the first time a handler had sold out their Hunter to earn a quick buck, and while Eve wouldn't blame Mason for using her like that, she still had too much she needed to accomplish. Eve knew that the Hunters Guild couldn't actively track the hunters; it was part of the reason why handlers were necessary. If a hunter didn't regularly report, then they'd simply drop off the radar. Did she lie to Mason? She couldn't possibly justify doing that; her moral conscience wouldn't let her.

"Oh? I wouldn't know anything about that; I ran down a dead-end lead and decided to head back to my apartment for a shower and a nap. I think you might need to double-check your sources." The voice was Eve's, but she hadn't spoken at all. She simply gawked out into the night, flabbergasted by what she was hearing on her commtag.

"Are you feelin' alright? Ain't like you to jus' up n' quit in the middle of a Hunt... What was this lead you tracked down?"

"Mace, baby, who said anything about giving up? I simply ran out of credible leads and chose to freshen up for... tomorrow morning... unless you're... not interested anymore?" Eve's eyes boggled at what was happening. Her A.I was synthesizing her voice in order to mislead her BLACK handler! But it was too late to stop the exchange; if she broke in now, she'd be fucked for owning a contraband A.I, and there was no way Mace would ever forgive her for hiding this from him. Her life would be over.

"What the fuuuuuuuuuck am I going to do now?!" She silently moaned.

"Nah, nah... we're still on... Maybe the reports got it wrong then... Say, since you're at home anyway, how's about you send me a little something? You know... for tomorrow morning..."

Oh fuck. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, how the fuck could they possibly... and then there was a picture in the chat feed of Mason's channel. A selfie of Eve, legs spread wide on her bed, fingers lightly pulling open the folds of her pussy. The timestamp read the correct time. Holy shit. "How's that, baby? I can't wait for you to fill that tight little hole up later..."

Eve grit her teeth. This was carrying on too long.

"Yeah… I'm going to fill you up so—ah fuck—I gotta go, Eve. The assistant guild leader is onsite so I can't fuck around. Glad you're all good. Let me know if you need any assistance, alright? I got your back. Mace out."

Her commtag went dead, and she slumped against the alley wall. "JESUS FUCK!!! What do you think you're doing?!"

The A.I tittered in her ear. "Uh, like, saving your ass, duh." Eve was starting to feel the soul-rending guilt for having lied to Mason; even if it hadn't been her, she hadn't stepped in to set the record straight, and now there was a chance she had fucked her relationship with her handler.

"I didn't fucking ask you to do that, you bitch. Now I have to try to explain why the reports he's getting are wrong. There's no way he isn't going to find out I'm not actually at home right now!"

The AI lost a bit of its joviality. "Ugh, you're so fucking rude. Mason already knows you aren't home, obviously. He's already well aware of this little cat-and-mouse game, Eve. If you'd given him any info before I could cut in, then we'd have a death squad two feet up your ass right now."

Eve's heart lurched in her chest. "You're lying."

The AI sighed. "I tapped into Mason's commtag the moment he called you; his log history shows a call placed to a number that pinged off your building's receiver tower at the time the goons were dumping your drawers all over the floor. You don't own a landline. It took me, like, three microseconds to figure out he was communicating with the squad. He sold you out, woman."

Eve slid down the brick wall to her knees, tears coming to her eyes. "Years... I've worked with Mace for years. He's never stabbed me in the back. Not once. Not even when that psycho, Alan Piltner, literally offered him a case full of gold bars. He… fuck. He was all I had left. And now even he would rather cash me in for some quick money... I don't blame him one bit but... fuck it hurts."

Eve caught her head in her hands and wept. It was hard enough to find genuine connections in Helion City, and even harder to make them last more than a few nights. Spending her life as a disposable fucktoy for black men filled her with so much joy and fulfillment that she didn't think she needed anything else. But now... now that she had lost Mason, she could feel the bitter sting of a vacant heart. Empty and numb, soon to be filled with rage and scorn.

"I should have known better. I got too big for my britches, and now this is where it's led me. I should have known there wasn't anything special between us. I'm just another cunt in an endless line of cunts; I don't know what I was fucking thinking."

The AI was silent for a long moment before I chose to break the silence. "Uh, are you all done with your little pity party now? Can we leave? It's fine if you have a little bitchfit or whatever, but can we do it somewhere a little less likely to result in us getting skullfucked by bullets?" Eve's eyes widened at the blunt disregard for her emotions. The contrast between her turmoil and the stark lack of concern overwhelmed her, and she began to laugh, almost maniacally.

Catching her breath, she finally stood and brushed her torn leggings off. "Yeah, alright, you cold-hearted bitch, you're right. Let's get to this fucking dealer. Where's their shop?"

The A.I walked her through the side passages and catwalks until they slipped through a half-rotting piece of chain link and into an abandoned lot. It sat semi-wedged against a power distribution building, hidden from the street and shielded from the sky by a broad solar dish. Eve whispered to the A.I, "This feels like the start of a fucking snuff film; you vetted this peddler, right?"

The AI hummed before replying, "Oh, it was more like his name was used in some super fucked-up circles; apparently, this one’s a big deal to folks looking for something incredibly specific to their needs. In this case, they happened to have exactly what I was looking for."

Once again, Eve wondered what kind of hell she would be unleashing on Helion with this decision. "Are you sure I can even afford whatever it is you're buying? Androids aren't exactly cheap, and if you're going this out of your way to get your hands on it, then I can't imagine having enough capital to invest..."

While Eve had a decent nest egg set aside from her years of work, it certainly wasn't enough to retire on; she doubted she could feasibly afford a regular android, let alone a baroque one.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, you let me take care of that, alright? You have the money, trust me. All I need you to do is head in there and tell him you're looking for Gut Crank. The ball should start rolling from there." Eve gulped as she approached the shoddy-looking hut. The small structure had been built onto the side of the power station, resembling nothing more than a ramshackle shed. Corrugated steel and wood planks made up the majority of the framework, and a door hung limply on some rusted hinges, which squeaked periodically as the wind shifted. Eve pulled the handle on the door, and the hinges momentarily shrieked as she caught a glimpse of the interior.

A small, perfectly clean plate of steel sat in the center of the floor; beyond that, there were no other distinguishable features of the hut. Not knowing what else to do, Eve stepped onto the plate.

"The fuck you want, hoe?"

Eve jumped slightly at the intrusion of the deep, rumbling voice. "I-I'm here to see Gut Crank." She replied simply, not letting her nerves influence her tone... much.

"Yeah? Well, Gut Crank ain't fuckin’ here, so you better clear out, les’ you want some trouble."

Eve knew she was being tested here; the man on the other end of the line was very obviously black; either that or they had a voice synthesizer to mask their whiteness and were doing a fairly admirable job of impersonating one. There were two ways that Eve had learned to approach Black men. The first was to ramp up the swagger and lay on a thick coat of confidence. This would either earn the respect of the Bull, or a severe beating. The second, more common approach was to be as submissive as possible. Given the circumstances, she couldn't risk being cowed out of her goal, so she went with the first option.

"The fuck he ain't; I know what I'm about, fool. You lemme into this compound to see Gut Crank, or you're going to be the one catchin' heat." Eve flashed a glimpse of her gun for the cameras she knew were there.

There was a hiss from the intercom, and whoever was on the other line snorted. Probably just finishing a line of Synth Glitter. "Shiiieeeetttt girl, why ain't you said you was with it? Only way you're gettin' down here is without that piece, and after a round on my fat fuck-stick, ya dig?"

If the 'man' was white, he'd be dead in about 30 seconds; if he was black, she'd have a load of cum crammed up her cunt. Either way, she would be getting the better end of this deal, so she tossed her deckland off to the side of the shack, and the steel plate began to sink into the floor.

A steel shaft rose around her as she descended. Soon, light began to shade her feet, and as more of the cramped room came into view, she spotted the black man who'd been speaking to her over the intercom. He sat behind a filthy, cluttered desk. A torn white tank top adorned his torso; it was smeared with oil and grease. The man's scraggly beard hid most of his wrinkled skin and flashes of his missing teeth. He was tall and rail-thin, completely different from what she'd expected based on his voice.

He was jerking off behind the counter, and her experienced eyes told her that based on the length of his strokes, he had to be packing at least nine inches. Depending on how thick he was, this might turn out better than she'd hoped. "Sheeeeeesh! Look at'chu, woman. Ain't often I bump into a sweet little piece of ass like you. How old are you? 20? 25?"

Eve was 34, but the compliment from the black man caused her to blush involuntarily. "Where's Gut Crank, baby?"

The old black man shook his head. "Ah, ah, ah, I didn't think you had bullshit in them ears, girl. Let's dump this load in that pussy first, and then you'll deal with Gut Crank." The man had to be pushing into his 70's; Eve once again marveled at the sheer superiority of their genes. To be so old and yet remain so virile... It was majestic, and she could feel her slit begin to heat up.

"Darlin', there wasn't any way you were getting out of this with full nuts. Gimme all that sweet seed, right. Up. Here." Eve stripped off her overcoat as she approached the man, indicating a spot above her belly button with an index finger as she spoke. As she came around the side of the desk, his cock came into view, and she was immediately smitten. Ten inches of thick, hard meat glistened in the incandescent light as the man worked his pre-cum over his tip with a thumb. Eve's mouth began to water, and she instinctively got to her knees, taking the bulbous head into her mouth and then throating the entire length in one swift motion.

The man startled. "What the fu-? Ohhhhhhh, that's a good bitch."

His large, weathered hand landed on the back of Eve's head, and she braced herself for what she knew was coming. The man began to pump his hips off the crusty chair he sat in, using his grip on the back of her head to pin her nose against his unwashed pubes. The smell alone stung her nostrils and caused her vision to swim. "Yeah, slut, fuckin' gag on it; c'mon, let's hear you choke."

Eve had no gag reflex, but she was being commanded by her superior, and so she made a show of retching all over his cock. It wasn't too difficult with the smell, and soon a combination of his pre-cum and her spit was dripping from his prodigious nutsack. "Aight slut, git up here so I can put a bastard in ya."

Eve obeyed as the man yanked back on her hair, twirling her to face the desk as he got up behind her. Her hands slid over the various papers, wires, and circuits that lay strewn across its surface as the man violently tore her pants down around her ass.

"That's it, hoe; spread them legs fo' me."

Eve did so, and was rewarded with the meaty slap of his heavy cock swinging up against her pussy. The man pumped it back and forth across her lips before unceremoniously burying it inside her. She gasped loudly as the full length of him pushed its way deep inside her. "Ohhhh, fuck! Baby, you're so big!"

That remark was met with a hand swatting her right ass cheek. "I know, bitch, I been fuckin' little white girls like you since before your ass was born. How's that greasy nigga dick feel?"

Eve moaned and bucked her hips against him. "It… hah… It's the best!"

Another slap sounded out as he continued his assault on her ass. Thank Christ for the nerve dampeners. "How the fuck did you hear about Gut Crank?" The old man reached around and grabbed both of Eve's breasts, hauling her back so that she was more or less vertical. This put his cock in a more direct line to her g-spot, and she immediately came, hard.

"Tell him Fat Randal has been running his mouth to Kat Flin's girls." The A.I quietly whispered into her mind through the commtag. Eve did so, and the old man growled before placing a bony hand around her throat.

"You fucking with me, slut?" His grip tightened.

Eve managed to choke out a weak, "No, S-Sir."

But that only caused him to grip tighter. "Kat Flin's girls wouldn't have the kind of money to be nosin’ 'round my fuckin shop, so who sent you? Gimme one good reason I shouldn't pop your fuckin neck!"

He was still fucking Eve, and he would likely continue to do so even after he snuffed her life out. It was the least her body could do to satisfy the man. "Tell him you were using the girls, not one of them." Eve wasn't sure she wanted to take any more advice from the A.I after it had earned her a near-death experience, but she didn't have much else in the way of options.

"I… I over-urrrkk-overheard him. While I was-hhuuurrrkkkkk-using one of the... whores!" She finally managed to croak out.

The old black man let off her throat and cooed in her ear. "Ahhhhhh, so you're onea them fuckin’ lesbo sluts; still can't resist a hung nigga like me though, can ya?"

Eve gasped for air and shook her head. "No-huff-no, sir. I need Black Cock!"

His pace was picking up now, and Eve could feel the tension of pre-release. She loved this feeling. "Nah, what'chu need is a fuckin baby to raise; take this fuckin' nut!"

And with that, the man slammed his hips into Eve and began to unload his seed deep inside her. She could feel it jetting out the end of his cock, rope after thick rope coating the walls of her vagina with the viscous fluid. She involuntarily clamped down around his shaft, flexing her muscles in an automatic attempt to milk every last drop out of him. The man groaned as she worked herself along his shaft, coaxing small spasms out of the rapidly softening cock.

"Phhheeewwwww damn. I haven't gotten a nut off like that in days. You make sure you raise that little shit good and proper now; I don't want my child living like no damn whiteboi, ya hear?!" The man sagged back into the chair and lit up a homemade cigarette. From the smell, it was laced with Slix. Eve opened her case and fished out a Tellmins before lighting it and shimmying her pants back up around her hips.

Moving back around to the other side of the table she huskily replied, "I'll give it a good home, sir."

This was her usual response whenever a black man she didn't know and would never see again decided to use her. Rather than potentially earning a beating for not properly carrying their seed, it was easier to let them believe they'd bred her. None of them would care to follow up, and even if they did, they wouldn't know how to start looking for her. "Now, what can ol' Gut Crank do for you? Need some new tits? Maybe some lip upgrades? I just got some prosthetic hands that vibrate; I could get you a deal on those, maybe..."

"I'm here to buy an android, actually." Eve should have known that this was who she had been looking for all along. From the desk to the man's age, anyone knowledgeable enough to build, crack, and design augments had to be old.

Gut Crank screwed up his face. "What the fuck's a whore gonna do with an android? How'd you even get the money for that?"

Eve pursed her lips. While it was technically true that she slutted herself out to Black Kings, she had never actually been paid by any of the black men that had used her, and the last whiteboi that had tried to so much as touch her was in a body bag, so it wasn't entirely accurate either. She decided to hedge a correction to Gut Crank's assumption. "I'm actually in... contracts and acquisitions. I happened to come into a bit of a windfall and decided to finally pull the trigger. I heard you had quite the machine here for sale and thought I'd take it off your hands, if you'd allow it."

The old man puffed on his smoke as he ran a hand through his beard, eyeing Eve as she slowly pulled a lungful of smoke from of her cigarette. "Yeah... she's a real beauty, fully custom, top of the line, even got some mil-spec parts... ain't gonna find another one like this, probably ever. Ain't gonna be cheap. Probably too expensive for your contract-slinging cunt, even."

Eve grit her teeth; even scraping every last credit out of her retirement fund wouldn't bring her to a full $20 million. It was a decent amount of money, sure, but in the case of black market dealings, it was chump change. "I think you might just find that I'm worth a bit more than I look..."

She winked for his benefit, and he huffed, "Well, you're a cheeky bitch, I'll grant you. And you don't look like a Guildy to me, or at least that pussy don't feel Guildy. Tell you what... You suck another load out of this cock, and I'll let you leave with it for 2.5 billion. No muss, no fuss."

Eve's head spun. There was no way... What was the A.I thinking even coming here? Eve was certain she could haggle down, but to what end? Gut Crank wasn't going to knock off 99% of the cost, no matter how well she treated his cock. "Tell him you'll take it; don't even bother haggling; just accept, swallow his load, and let him know you'll transfer the money over once you see the android."

Eve gaped at the A.I; it wasn't even a question of how it would get the money; there was no way Gut Crank would believe she was legit. She didn't have a choice though; they needed the android, and if the A.I said it could do it, then it could do it. I even just hoped someone out there wasn't going to miss the 2.5 billion they were about to be short, for both of their sakes. "Aw, darlin', I'd have blown you just for the cum, but Mama ain't raised a dumb bitch, so I'll be accepting your generosity.”

Gut Crank’s mouth split open into a wide, smug grin; the few yellowing teeth remaining made him look half-crazed. “Nah, but ya mama sure raised a slut; she teach you to spread your legs? Or did you pick that up yourself?”

Eve made her way around the desk once more to kneel between the black man's legs. “My mama taught me just about everything I know, including this.”

And then she took Gut Crank's half-hard cock into her mouth and began to work it against her cheeks with her tongue. She explored it, savored it, and worshiped it until she could feel it start to engorge once more. By the time Gut Crank was fully hard, Eve was bouncing her nose off his crotch with a speed and precision that only years of dedicated practice could enable. His hand once again landed on the back of her head, but this time the man stood, throwing a foot up onto the desk behind her.

Eve threw back her shoulders to brace herself against the drawers on the desk. Gut Crank was about to ruin her throat, and she needed to do everything she could to make sure he didn't dislocate her spinal column. His other hand came to rest on the side of her head, as though he were holding a basketball, and then he began to pump. Slowly at first, gauging where her teeth were and how accommodating her throat would be. But when he felt neither teeth nor any resistance from her throat, he let loose.

Unfortunately for Eve, it wasn't a short process; for ten full minutes, her head was used as a personal masturbatory aid. Throughout that face-fucking, Gut Crank managed to break her nose twice with the force of his thrusting. It was all she could do to not wince or inadvertently bite down on his glorious cock. But eventually, the thrusts became more erratic and shallow before he grunted and began to deposit a truly unreasonable amount of cum down her throat.

As his cock slid back out past her tongue with a wet ‘pop’, a few ropey strands splattered across the back of it, and she got a taste of his virulent load. It was bitter, incredibly bitter—a flare of copper and salt. The texture was incredibly viscous, almost gelatinous, to the point of almost having to chew it to swallow it. Eve made sure to swish it around her mouth before swallowing so that both the scent and flavor would linger. She never felt quite right when she couldn't taste a king on her tongue.

“Thank you for using my throat, sir; I hope it was to your satisfaction.” Eve bowed before the man before rising to her feet.

“You're better than most sluts, that's for sure. Are you sure you ain't one'a Kats girls? If you ain't, then you should be; holes like yours should be out there earning for niggas like me.”

Eve blushed at the compliment once more. “Thank you for praising my holes, sir; it's very kind of you. Can I have a look at the android now?”

Getting up from his chair, Gut Crank didn't bother wiping her juices off his cock or putting pants on. Watching his large, veiny cock swing around while he walked was incredibly distracting for Eve, and she tried to resist the urge to wrap herself around his chest so that she could ride it as they walked. Gut Crank came to a shelf on the wall opposite the desk, pulling a small book. There was an audible click before a small panel popped out of the wall. Gut Crank swiveled his head and casually said, “If you watch this next part, I'm mounting your head in my shit bucket.”

Eve spun and directed her eyes at the floor. There were sounds of biometric sensors and then a complex numerical code followed by a very loud, metallic ‘thunk’. The hiss of equalizing air signaled the opening of a secret door leading into a second room. In the center of the room was an android mounted to a diagnostic rack. It looked human, with no breaches in the skin save for two visible plate lines flowing from the corners of her eyes to the top of her ears in a lightning-bolt pattern. Her hair was platinum blonde, and her eyes were a clear, crystal blue. Her big pouty lips were pursed together in a beautiful heart shape under an adorable button nose.

Her body was unparalleled in both form and function. Her shoulders were slender but rippled with synthetic muscle, and her arms were slim but incredibly well-defined. She had large, perky breasts with light pink nipples, and under them was the most striking 8-pack Eve had ever seen. The definition of her muscles made her look as though she'd been chiseled from marble. Save for black men, Eve couldn't say she'd ever been so attracted to something. It was magnetizing.

“This is Celine. Used to be a production run on Keldyne’s stripper line, built from the group up for sex and entertainment. Celine never made it to the bitch-pole, though. Some crackers got their hands on her and decided to turn her into a pet project. Once I've handed over control you'll have access to the full changelog, but the short n’ sweet of it is: this white bitch is the deadliest thing in Helion. She's built like a tank and just as heavily armed.”

Gut Crank rattled off his sales pitch as he tenderly brushed a strand of her hair behind an ear. "Only had her for a few months and I'm still digging up new shit that those gay little eggheads cooked up. My ass was lucky as fuck they never found a core that could run the bitch because otherwise... I'd be in the fuckin’ dirt right now. It's good you ain't tried to talk me down on the price, 'cause I'd have killed you for suggesting it. Celine is worth that much and more.”

The emotion coming from the man made Eve want to curl up under his arm and comfort him. Tender moments with black men were reserved for their significant others and immediate ******. Outsiders rarely got to experience the vulnerability of these moments, and when they did, it was typically followed by a prolonged beating, if not execution. That kind of weakness has no room in Helion's society. “I'll treat her as though she were my flesh and blood. I'll do everything in my power to respect her like a Queen.”

Gut Crank huffed before replying. “For a cheap hooker, you sure got a fire in you, huh? Well, whatever, Papa Crank was going to have to sell her eventually anyway, and if you got the money for her, I doubt you'd leave her on the street.”

The AI piped up. “Tell him to check his account and then swap the cores.”

Eve did, and Gut Crank nodded slowly as he scrolled on his tablet. "Shit, you weren't kiddin'; honestly, I didn't believe you had the dough right up to the end there. Aight, go on, pop ya core in and scoot. Papa has a retirement to plan.”

Eve stepped up and softly caressed the small skin plate at the base of the androids skull. It slid down to reveal yet another biometric scanning array. Gut-Crank gestured for her to continue after she glanced over at him. She pressed a thumb to the small screen and felt a prick as it drew a minute amount of blood while scanning her thumb.

“New. Owner. Registered. Please, read the owners manual for further information. Thank. you.”

A pleasant mechanical voice rang out from the android as the pairing was complete. The biometrics screen slid down under the skin plate to reveal another heavily armored pocket housing the core cradle. Eve gingerly removed the old, dull core, proffering it to Gut Crank.

“Nah, you paid for that hoe; she's yours.” Slipping it into her pocket, Eve removed her A.I and carefully seated it in the cradle. Immediately, the armored cover snapped into place, and the scanner and skin plate were reseated in their original configuration. There was an electronic chirp, and the android stepped lightly off of the rack before turning to face Eve. A message popped up on her commtag from it. “Play along.”

“Thank you, master. I did not deserve such an upgrade; I am further in your debt now.”

Its voice was stiff, robotic, and less personal than it had been. Eve realized it was for the benefit of making sure Gut Crank didn't realize it was a cracked core. "Mhmmm, it would appear so; you're going to be working hard to pay down this particular debt, slut.”

The android bowed deeply. “It would be my honor, mistress.”