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Greetings from the Shadows dear reader!  Here is another offering from
what passes as my mind.  I hope you enjoy!

again... do not read if you are under 18 or live in a community where
this material violates the standards.  Do not make a profit off of my
work;  it is meant to be FREELY seen by all consenting adults.  Post
and/or archive freely... as long as you give the author (me) full
credit.

This work is somewhat more exterme, and the one which will continue
this will be even more so.  If you find this type of story
offensive... do not read.  You have been warned.

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Mack: Eyes of Pain: First Book By:  H.D. Meister




The rules to the game have changed... somewhat.  The worry of a stray
bullet killing your young daughter or son is gone.  Now all you have
to worry about is the stray blaster bolt.  Gangs rule the night, no
matter what which political candidate you listen to, and the
underworld is closer to the surface than many would care to know.

Yet some things have not changed.  Even with all that science had
tried, man still needs a good stiff fuck from a woman... heartbeat
optional in some cases.  This is where I come in.  The name's Mack for
those who ask.  It's Death for those stupid enough to try and force it
from my lips.  I'm a private (yeah... right...) detective.

Most of my cases are bullshit from the start, but occasionally I get
one which is... good.  That means I got paid, in advance, to spy on
someone.  One such case went from good to fuck city in a hurry.  I was
supposed to find out if some suit's wife was sleeping around on him
and report back.  Typical case, except that the suit was the CEO of
one of the largest technological firms in the world.

Several things about this case set off my alarms.  First... he came in
person to see me.  Anytime someone that powerful travels from
Washington DC to Danville Virginia just to hire a snoop, something is
definitely wrong.  Second, he paid in cash... up front... full amount.
That meant that all I had to do was offer a token search, give the
green light... and wind up dead.  Then there's his manner.  I've know
suits for longer than I care to admit, and they are always calm, even
when their dicks (or clits as the case may be) are in a sling.  This
one looked like he was playing Killjoy with a fully loaded revolver.
And I can tell when someone's acting;  he won't.

Then of course there's the fee.  I normally charge an even thousand
for work like this.  He paid one million.  Up front.  Even laid the
money down on the table before speaking.

So you can understand why I almost pissed in my pants.  Things like
this don't happen, and when they do, you had better make damned sure
that your medical and life insurance are paid up.  As soon as he left,
I did just that.  Guess what:  he had already taken care of that...
and all other debts I had.  Not good.  Definitely a job in need of a
good-bye fuck.  Might just be the last piece I get before ending up in
pieces.

As soon as he left my office, Honey (yeah... her real name.  Go
figure.) stepped in and began checking his credentials.  She's a cute
blonde, and has the sexiest voice this side of VR.  If you like jacked
women, she's yours.  Personally, the thought of eating pussy with legs
capable of crushing a diamond is just a tad bit too... final.  Give me
pure beef any day.

"I take it you're going to take this one."  Very cute.

"Actually, I planned on skipping country with the money and getting
that cyber dick you've been ranting about."  Sometimes I really get
annoyed at her, but she's good at what she does, keeps her mouth shut,
and knows how to use a blaster.

"Where's the mark?"

When she didn't reply immediately, I stepped up that fuck from a must
have to needed three years ago.  There was only one place I knew of
that could have made her hesitate.  Japan.

"Tokyo.  Business sector.  Will Jillian be OK?"

I lit a cigar, took a few quick puffs before nodding.  I'll give her
credit;  Honey knew I would more than likely wind up meat, but she was
willing to share one of her conquest with me for one night.

Maybe my last night.


This was not going to be one of those soft love making session you see
on TV-86.  I wanted a fuck.  Good old fashion sex.  Rough and
tumble... no frills.  As my ancestor was so fond of saying:  get in,
get mine, get out.

When Jill knocked on my door, I actually waited, wondering what she
looked like.  Not that it mattered;  fucking only required a stiff
dick and an open hole... preferably on a woman for me.  And a natural
one... can't forget that.  I tapped the control, letting her into my
humble home.  It looked like a total wreck, but only to those who
didn't know what to look for.

Impressive;  Jill was very good looking for a black woman.  Not that
I'm prejudice, but the quality of live fish these days is well below
that of about eight years ago.  She was small, standing about five
feet tall (I still refuse to switch to metric!)  and sporting small
but firm breasts.  Her hips barely swelled from her torso, giving her
just enough shape.

She was also well informed.  Jill wore an outfit which was cheap and
expendable.  Good idea since I was definitely not in the mood to be
gentle.  This was a quickie in the true sense of the word.  As soon as
the door closed and the thirteen locks engaged, I strode over to her
and ripped them off, flinging the shreds somewhere.  She'd have to go
home nude... not that anyone around here would notice.  Danville used
to be a good place to grow old and die.  Now it was just another grave
site... for all ages.

Normally I would have at least shown her enough Southern hospitality
and licked her cunt, but I was pressed for time.  I threw her over the
back of my sofa, freed my dick from its cotton confines... and
stopped.  My eyes fell onto her shapely ass, following the contours
easily.  It had been close to three years since I'd fucked an asshole.
Three years... and several bloody battles to be precise.  I actually
considered asking her if she would like a bit of rear ending... then I
remembered.  If she was one of Honey's catches, she almost had to be
an anal bandit.  Honey loved assholes.  Instinct made me reach for one
of the many spray on latex condoms I had before fucking her asshole.
I didn't even bother with the can of lube next to it.  I just stuck it
in and fucked.

No matter what they say, and THEY say too damned much, anal sex hurts
like hell if you're not ready.  That goes for both people involved.
Imagine stuffing a limo into an envelope meant for greeting cards.
Multiply it times ten, and you come right damned close.  But as I
said, Honey's good at what she does.  I slipped into Jill asshole with
only minimal tension.

When I fuck someone, you had best believe that I don't give a rat's
furry ass about them.  It a me thing.  If they enjoy it, fine.  If
not, fuck them and their grandmother's thrice dead mother-in-law.  I
gripped one tit in each hand and pounded my cock into her.  I didn't
even waste the oxygen to call her slut, whore, bitch, or some such
slag. While going over plans for this job, I heard someone knock on
the door.

A true gentleman would have at least asked Jill to cover up.  I opened
the door.  If I was about to get killed, at least I could meet my
maker with a wet dick and a grin.  Honey walked in and sat beside the
door.  I noticed she hadn't changed from her working clothes.

"All arrangements have been made... in advance."

"No shit?" I asked, still fucking Jill asshole with the same measured
strokes.  I heard Jill whimper and slapped her ass.

"Indeed.  You have been given a HOME.  Just outside their Tokyo
headquarters.  A three minute WALK.  Mack... this is wrong."

"Tell me about it."  I glanced at Jill, then resumed looking in
Honey's direction.  She reached down, grabbed a filthy towel and flung
it over Jill's head.  I smiled.

"Another thing.  It seems as if Ogun has gotten wind of your arrival.
He request the honor of seeing you again."

I lost a load of sperm in Jill asshole, yanked myself free and stuck
my cock into her soaked cunt.  Looks like she enjoyed the butt fuck.
Oh well.

"How is she?"

"Not bad.  Not a peep until you showed up."  I watched as Honey walked
over to me.  I still want to know how she moves so damned quietly.  It
spooks the shit out of me, and I'm a master.  She whispered in my ear
and I had to chuckle.  When she went into the kitchen, something I
wouldn't wish on my worst enemy's ghost, I pulled free just as I was
about to blow another load.  I threw Jill to the floor and spackled
her face with another load of semen.  The look of fear in her eyes was
straight out of an ancient horror movie.  I left her, wanting to take
a shower.  Both women would be gone... and Jill would have to answer
to Honey.

I definitely had a better chance of living through the night.


The last time I was in Tokyo, I was running from every fool with a
blaster and my name in his mind.  I still hate the city.  So I was
well prepared to defend myself this time.  The laws restrict who can
carry certain types of weapons.  What this actually means is that if
you have to kill someone... or just want to kill anyone... use a
blade.  Get caught with a blaster of any form or shape, and you won't
even be ashes.  The funny thing is... even the gangs obey that law.
You can tell what set a banger belongs to by his sword.  I carried a
Shadow Stealer... the name given to the blades carried by ninja
masters.

I don't remember studying in Japan, but I obviously did.  The art was
banned outside of Japan, and those who practiced it on the outside
were hunted down and killed.  The Asian Massacre it was called in the
States.  Listen to the words on the streets, and you won't hear word
one about it. 

I was given special treatment:  a limo to my new home, a geisha girl
to "cleanse my mind" as I rode sitting on real leather seats, a cold
forty ounce bottle of malt liquor (someone had really done a good job
at picking through my habits.  It was my favorite brand), and
ceremonial garb... complete with a cleaning kit for Steele, my sword.
When I arrived, after one of the best blowjobs I'd ever gotten in a
car, I looked the place over.  It was simple and plain, which said
more than enough.  I walked towards the door... then found myself in a
swordfight.

I didn't know who my foe was, and didn't care.  That they had gotten
this close this fast was not surprising;  it's not a true visit to
Japan unless you've been attacked before entering your home.  It took
me close to two minutes to kill them, neatly removing their head from
their bodies with one slice.  Normally I would have searched the body
for clues, but that's considered rude here... and punishable by death.
Besides... the black blade told me who had sent her.  Just had to find
out which clan, as the gangs liked to be called, owned a black blade
like the one which lay on the ground.

I saw him sitting in the livingroom, chewing on  than damned twig as
he always had.  Around him lay the bodies which were supposed to have
guarded me.  At least they died with honor;  Ogun is feared and
respected everywhere... even in bum fuck Southern Virginia.  God
should have such power.

"It is good to see you again," he spoke.

Some people can keep an audience in their seats with the power of
their voice.  Even though they have to force their words, it's a sight
to see.  Ogun could have farted and several thousand shopkeepers in
New LA would have slit their throats... and smiled while doing it.  I
bowed deeply to my old friend.

"How may I be of service, teacher?" I asked.  I waited until he
flinched a pinkie finger before rising.

"Find Mrs. Johnson.  Return her to her home immediately."  With that,
he left.

I didn't bother cleaning up the mess on the floor.  If I was even half
right, I wouldn't be staying long in Japan.

Again.


It's a funny thing.  Japanese people are among the hardest working
people I have ever come across.  Yet the manage to know more about the
darker aspects of their communities than would seem healthy.  In the
States, knowing half of what the average Japanese citizen knew would
be enough to have you, your family, and anyone who has even looked in
your general direction killed..  I walked into one of the many sex
parlors and immediately found myself face to face with Kim.

She looked like someone's daughter.  Her features were seductively
soft, and she wore very little makeup.  She wore a black dress which
clung to her body, giving an eyeful of female beauty.  But I was not
here on pleasure.  And she knew it.  I followed her to her office,
taking care to memorize the layout along the way.

"You are looking for Mrs. Johnson."

"Know where I can find her?"

She tapped her desk slowly.  I didn't want to pay her for what may
have been a setup, but I didn't have a choice.  Fighting my way out of
a whore house would be suicide;  there was no telling how jacked the
working girls were.  I reached... slowly... into my brown duster and
placed the CAC (credit access card) on the table.

"She didn't even take it.  Not a good sign.  I tensed, ready for a
fight I didn't need.  Then she chuckled.

"She's in Hiro Tower.  Room two-four-five-nine.  Perhaps... when you
are done... you shall remember my humble establishment?"

"On my honor."  I bowed and left the place,  anxious to get this over
with.  There were simply too many people who knew who I was and why I
was there.

I took the long route to Hiro Towers, stepping carefully through the
back alleys.  There are sights there which they don't advertise in the
tourist ads.  The first alley was a prime example.  Just inside of the
shadows of its entrance there were two women getting their twats
licked by an Asian girl.  And I do mean girl;  she could not have been
any older than ten years old.  From what I could tell, she was an
experienced ten year old;  she had those white women almost coming to
blows over who got the to feel that young tongue, which I could see
had been modified, fucking into their cunts.  If the women didn't try
to rip her off, the girl's family would eat for a week on her efforts.
Each woman held a CAC in one hand;  they were not new to the dangers
of being in the Sea of Sin.

Close to halfway down there was a filthy looking old woman being
trained by three teenagers.  Sick shit, but I'll bet she had medical
to pay.  And it looked like she was more than capable of holding her
own;  she fucked the living shit out of the one currently in her
asshole.  He'll never look at grandma the same way again.

Not more than twenty feet away some unlucky fuck found out that being
jacked off by a guy with a jacked arm is the best way to lose not only
a load, but your dick.  I give him credit;  he didn't scream as his
dick was torn off his body.

The scenes went on and on.  I saw a woman watching as her husband (the
matching gold bands told me) was butt fucked by a jacked transvestite
while he sucked off one of the mongrel dogs that littered the alleys.
Also saw one of my favorites:  two pure women doing a Piledriver
(that's a standing sixty-nine for those who haven't tried it).
Watched that one for almost a full five seconds.

 I would have to wait until I finished my job to blow a load.  I stood
in front of Hiro Towers and wondered how to proceed.  Normally, I
would wait until she decided to leave, follow her, then catch her act
on disk.  That wouldn't work, however.  Why?  Well... let's go over
the facts:

I am a know face.  Someone doesn't want her found.  Someone gave me,
free of charge, her address.  Someone tried, half heartedly might I
add, to kill me.  And they used a ninja to do it.  Conclusion:  I'm
fucked.

There are two ways to approach any and all situations:  the snake and
the tiger.  Snakes slither... tigers rip tear and slash.  I was about
to barge in and see what I could stir up when Mrs. Johnson exited the
main doors.  Nude.

Now this WAS interesting.  A nude woman on the streets, no matter what
color her skin, was to be avoided.  That meant that she belonged to
someone that even Yakuza bosses feared.  Not even the police would
stop her... unless someone was stupid enough to go for a rape attempt.

She was a beautiful looking woman... with a body straight out of 1996.
Blonde... huge tits... no waist.... ample ass... shaved mound.  If I
had to guess, I would say that the vat doc that oversaw her
construction also gave her crystal blue eyes.  I followed her with my
eyes until she was out of site, then turned around, drawing my sword.
Before I resumed following her, I had two things to deal with.

These two were better than the last.  It took me a full three minutes
to kill them.  One I lengthened her slit... considerably.  The other
found out why most ninja wear chest armor.  Having your heart torn
from your chest must hurt like Hell.  It was too bad... I really do
like watching two women do a Piledriver.  I left their bodies for an
old man who was sitting in a pool of his own piss.  He would either
eat them... or fuck them, eat them... THEN eat them.  Either way, it's
less shit I have to deal with.

It was fairly easy to follow her.  All I had to do was follow the
looks of the bangers.  Just because they obey the silent law doesn't
stop them from thinking about raping a nude woman walking alone down
the street.  I decided it would be best to hide in plain sight.  By
following her, anyone else would assume I was with her.  Just another
crazy American couple.  The bangers knew differently;  they stayed
clear of me, keeping their hands away from their blades.

She continued until she came to a white house.  It was not impressive,
and a quick glance told me that there was nothing out of the ordinary.
Except that the entire street was deathly quiet.  Time for me to do
some of digging.


It's amazing how much information is available these days.  It took me
only three hours to trace the owner of that house... and the seven
blocks surrounding it.  Another hour and I had the schematic to a huge
complex that lay beneath the ground.  Add another hour, and I was
granted access to their security camera's.  That's where I found Mrs.
Johnson and her lover.  Or lovers, I should say.

I've heard about private clubs like this one, but I had always thought
that they were more a thing of the past.  Basically, it was a whore
house.  But that's where the shit really begins.  In a place like
this, nothing is forbidden.  Nothing.  I saw at least three familiar
faces, each belonging to the wives of some of the most powerful men...
and women... in the world.  And they were being used.

Take Mrs. X for example.  No matter where you go, it is illegal for
anyone to have sex with a direct living relative (that "living"
loophole was added in case someone wanted to dear old dead dad, I
guess).  I saw and heard at least six women, all Asian, begging their
sons to fuck them.  There were also young girls being raped by those
older women.  Not unusual, except there was no sex involved.  None of
the women actually touched the soon-to-be-dead girls they raped;  it
was all done by remote controlled robots.  The women got their thrills
by finger fucking themselves.  Again, totally illegal.  It took me a
while to recover after throwing up my stomach lining.  Good thing I
decided not to eat sushi.

Mrs. Johnson was another case.  When I finally caught up to her, I saw
chained to a post... with a thick collar and chain.  I focused on her
eyes, and immediately changed to her mouth:  fangs.  Mrs. Johnson was
a leech.  And that meant big trouble... for her and my client.  I
didn't even bother to watch the show, I knew what leeches did.  I
recorded it and made double sure I was ready.

History time:  about thirty years ago, someone thought it would be a
neat idea to have an army of mythical creatures at their beck and
call.  Enter the vat docs.  They created cybernetic humans with the
physical traits of some of mankind's most hideous figments of fantasy.
It didn't take long before the one time thing became all the rage.
Before long, there were cybernetic vampires and werewolves running
around the streets.  Also, although no government agency will admit
it, there were living dead.  Bodies were dug up and jacked to the max,
then granted AI.

What all this lead up to was a world straight out of Hell's darkest
corners.  It wasn't even safe to rape someone.  The worst of the lot
were cyber vampires.  They were known as leeches... and they earned
their name.  Some drank blood.  Others, however, drank male and female
semen.  And believe me... the blood suckers were the best of the lot.

Eventually, all were killed.  At least... that's the line of bull the
governments of the world like to say.  Every now and again, a leech or
werewolf crops up.  Not that the general public knows this.

Now it appeared that there was another leech lose.  Which somewhat
explained why so many knew who I was and who I was after.  The
Japanese had enough troubles.  A leech in their country was definitely
not wanted.  She would have been dead... if not for her dear husband.
If she wound up dead, he would definitely impose financial
restrictions on Japan... which meant the financial ruin for Japan.

It also explained the huge amount my client paid... in advance... for
info on who she was sleeping with.  He was hoping I would find out if
she had gotten hold to one of his competitor's daughters or sons.  He
WAS acting.  The creep should get an award;  he had me fooled.
Sometimes I really hate this job.

I didn't know where to turn next.  I couldn't trust the local
good-guys;  they'd shoot first and die honorable deaths later.  There
was only one place I could go, and I hated that thought.  Not enough
to change my mind, however.


Slim Jim ran one of the biggest modeling agencies in Tokyo.  He was
also the biggest flesh seller.  You name it and he can find it.
Female with three eyes?  Got it.  Two twats?  Done.  He was total
scum, but honest scum.  He never crossed anyone.  Anyone who crossed
him... found themselves as part of the local food for the dogs.  I
made myself an appointment to see him.  When I arrived at his mansion,
I was shown to his office.

Office my ass.  It was nothing short of a fully stocked whore house.
There were more women... all pure beef... engaged in various girl-girl
sex.  I counted thirty-five women all told.

"What brings you here, Mack?" Jim asked.  He was seated behind a large
wooden desk carved in delicate flower patterns.  The tone of his voice
made me reconsider my count.  Thirty-eight;  Jim liked to get his
balls sucked while getting blown.

"Calling in an old account."  I let him digest my words... and blow a
load.  He sighed, and two women rose on either side of him.  One had a
mouth full of seed, which she shared with her teammate.  Erotic.
Sick, but erotic.

"Already done.  Rest for the night.  Karen and Miko shall see to your
needs."

I followed the two women to the room he had prepared for me.  Miko was
tall for an Asian woman.  Karen would have passed for a typical
American street slut.  Both were good looking.  Just this side of
beautiful.  Karen opened the door and walked in.  I waited until Miko
entered before following.

Jim fully expected me to fuck both women.  If I didn't it would be a
sign of disrespect.  So I lived up to my part of the bargain.  I
fucked them... and several others.

It was not easy;  I'm used to sex maybe once a month.  Maybe.  Now I
found myself balls deep in two twats.  I didn't even drop my pants.  I
just let Flash hang out.  Miko sprayed on the condom, then bent over.
No words were exchanged.  I didn't even think about it.  I walked dick
first into her loose cunt.  She moaned as if I had filled her
completely;  only a horse could have done that.  Would have lost the
rock if Karen had not dropped to her knees, pulled down my pants and
rammed her tongue up my ass.

That was an interesting sensation.  I've never had anyone lick my
asshole before.  It wasn't all that bad, and it gave me a chance to
focus on something other than Mrs. Johnson... and keeping a boner.
Karen even managed to bathe my sack for a while.  She was good.  Jim
probably made a small fortune from her.

I eventually got bored fucking Miko.  Don't get me wrong;  that canyon
of hers had more twists and turns than a maze.  But it just wasn't
enough for me.  I was tempted to fuck her up the ass, but figured that
hole was about as loose as her cunt.  I pulled out, touched Karen on
the top of her head and waited until she had assumed the position.
She was about as tight as a virgin.  I fucked three fingers into
Miko's asshole.  She didn't even respond.  Either she's well
conditioned or...  When I had my fist up her asshole I smiled;  she
was loose there as well.  Jim probably rented her out to jacked dicks.

I didn't really enjoy my romp with the two ladies, but faked interest
well enough.  If Jim got any clue that I was not pleased with their
performance, he would have them killed... for disgracing his
reputation.  I blew one load on Karen's face, and watched as Miko
licked it off.  Miko asked me if there was anything else I needed.

"Variety.  You two were great, but I'm a greedy fuck."  I put on my
best cocky smile.  She bought it... or at least was smart enough to
know I had given her an out.  She left, closing the door.

Time to check my surroundings.  Nothing about the room was cheap, but
there was an air about the place.  It was as if he had thrown it
together on a whim.  Not his style at all.  A closer look revealed
another oddity:  no eyes or ears.  The room was totally bug free.  I
prepared for an attack when someone knocked on the door.

Now this one was a definite winner.  Asian... but her eyes...  I can
tell when something is sleeping beneath a person's eyes.  What I saw
there was exciting... and deadly.  Jim may not have known what he had
here.  She was chubby, a rare find in today's Asian women, and she was
tall.  I could actually look her in the eye.  She didn't lower her
gaze at first, then seemed to remember protocol.  Cute.

"What's your name?"

"I am called Lily."  The death flower.  And that silent tone behind
her broken Standard told me she had earned her name the hard way.

Sex with her was an adventure in the durability of the human body.  I
honestly didn't know a woman could actually bend over far enough to
lick a man's ass while he's pumping her.  And the blowjob... nothing
this side of Heaven can be as pleasurable... or legal.  I almost
didn't want to lose a load.  Too bad I did.  But I did get to sleep
with her.  And for a moment, even though I knew it was a lie, things
were good.


It took me an entire week to get her routine down, and I have to admit
that she was damned careful.  There were numerous places where anyone
could have easily TRIED to capture her.  Too bad they were also full
of her personal guard.  Each of them carried a black blade.

When I first noticed this, I assumed that this meant that she was
aware of who I was.  Not unusual for this run, but something else hit
me.  Ogun wanted her gone, not killed.  Honor would have demanded her
life for her existence, and Ogun lived on Honor.  So why break the
routine with Mrs. Johnson?  I hit a brick wall... which fate and a few
drugged out bangers help me break.

It happened on the day Mrs. Johnson walked into White Morning turf.
They were the closest thing to the good guys in a particularly bad
section of Tokyo.  I followed her, hoping to take advantage of her
break in routine.

The fight was brutal and quick.  I watched as she and her guard walked
into a warehouse, ready for a fight.  I changed locations, and
witnessed the mother of all sword battles.

Honor is a funny thing.  Some gangs run on the belief that if you are
not worthy to die by their blades, they will not fight.  White Morning
was the chief follower of this... and they died by their belief.  Too
bad... some of them were actually good fighters.  Not that they would
have a chance in Hell against Mrs. Johnson.

When it was over, I watched as she walked over to the leader, a once
beautiful Asian woman, and fixed her mouth to her cunt.  As long as I
live I will never forget the sounds which clawed from her throat.  I
didn't need to see Mrs. Johnson's face to know she was chewing on her
victim's clit as she drank the blood tainted cum.  I did manage to
watch her dig her hands into the woman's asshole... and rip them
apart.  Literally.

Mrs. Johnson moved down the line, filling herself with male and female
sex flow.  When she was finished, she didn't even wipe her mouth.  She
just left.  I was about to follow when I saw more of her guards enter
the place and begin the takeover.

I couldn't believe it.  Talk about a setup!  Mr. and Mrs. Johnson were
moving in on the gangs in Japan... and I was sent here to verify her
success!  Sick fuckers...

I don't like being lied to, and I certainly don't like working for
scum.  Both of them passed the course with flying colors.  Now it was
time for them to get their diplomas... from Hard Core University.
Professor Mack: president.

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