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Urotsukidoji - Overfiend ‘44: The Hell Portal.	By : Nickamano Category: +S to Z > Urotsuki-doji Views: 1508 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 16.
Jyaku’s strike team were cut off on the spiral staircase.
They had found it easily enough just on the far side of the barracks and recreation rooms where their first firefight had taken place. They had ascended but to the rear, another platoon of German soldiers advancing from the other side of the western annex had tracked them down and chased them onto the staircase.
Bodie was helping and supporting Shaw clamber up the steep, narrow, spiralling steps. Right behind Jyaku and Kasia, who with blood loss from her shrapnel wounds and how much her eyes had swollen, was starting to struggle more and more. And that left Salvatore, Kahn and Clonek as rear guard, and they were getting raked with rifle- and submachinegun-fire from beneath.
Salvatore already had two bullets in his leg and was struggling to continue upwards and fire back down at the same time. He was being left further and further behind, having to pause to fire down the cylindrical stone shaft and then struggle to find the energy, due to pain and blood loss to push himself back to his feet and continue his ascent. Kahn was helping him as best he could. The Lieutenant covering and supporting his comrade however, his shoulder wound had reopened and blood was trickling down his arm, weakening him and making the continual ascent of the two men a real slog.
Clonek was at the very rear of the strike team and was in a desperate shoot out with a German who had excitedly rushed forward. He managed to kill the over-ambitious soldier with a burst of 8mm Kurz rounds. However, the soldier’s simultaneous rifle fire, though missing Clonek, ricocheted off the stone wall. One bullet skimmed his cheek, slicing and burning his flesh in the process. Though worse still were the chippings of stone cast into his face from the ricochet. Three embedded into the side of his cheek, temple and eye. Blood poured from the split skin trickling into his already blinded eye. And with a yell of shock pain and rage, he clamped his left hand over his eye and temple and sat on the steps firing half blind as more German troops tried to force their way upwards. For every man The Pole’s assault rifle shot, a second managed to take an extra step up the spiral staircase and return fire.
Clonek took a bullet in the top of the thigh and he cried out and fired back, killing the man with a shot to the face. And other man appeared and another bullet skimmed the stone wall, and deflected off through the fabric of Clonek’s stolen uniform, missing his flesh by millimetres. Clonek returned fire and missed, the man stumbled back but another appeared and fired again, this time the round punctured Clonek’s abdomen and he slumped back, returning fire on reflex. The rounds arced upwards missing their targets but raining stone back down on them. And leaving a small cloud of gritty white smoke to fill the shaft below him.
Kahn appeared and made a grab for Clonek’s uniform sleeve, trying to pull him up the stairs. Groaning Polish gratitude, he tried to help himself and Kahn, using his one good leg to propel him from step to step. However, another German emerged out of the settling stone-powder smoke and let fly with his MP40.
The two men were too slow to react and the bullets raked them both, tearing upward in a uncontrolled vertical arc. Two shots hit Clonek in the chest and skull killing him outright. Kahn took a bullet in the side just above his waist and another in the shoulder and he went down, but he managed to repay the MP40 burst with one of his own and killed the attacker and wounded the man behind him who was also advancing.
Three more appeared and Kahn knew this was the end of him. But them someone inhumanly strong, picked him up by the collar of his uniform and hauled him up the stairs to where Bodie and Kasia waited with weapons ready.
“Boy you guys don’t like making it easy on yourselves do you!” Jyaku said with a wry smile and then disappeared back down the stairs.
There were yells and one blast of automatic fire and then a loud scream and a wet slap. A German body flew up the shaft of the staircase toward them and slammed against the stones the body just about flattening under the horrific impact. It was like he’d been hit by a truck. There was a little more violence further down the staircase, and then Jyaku reappeared.
His clothes and flesh were blood soaked and his chest was pockmarked with a half dozen bullet holes but he was grinning a bloody toothed smile, that momentarily put the fear of God into them.
“I was gonna bring the walls down on ‘em but then I remembered you guys have to walk out of here somehow don’t you…” He said.
He slid past the three of them and shoving at a square wooden hatch above their heads that Kahn hadn’t even noticed until that moment.
“I blocked it up with dead bodies instead.” Jyaku added as he pushed the trap door all the way back.
“I guess they could shift them with explosives but can you imagine the mess?!” He laughed, leading them up into the attic.
Shaw was sitting on a small wooden chair in front of a desk which was full of illuminated radio equipment. Numerous wires ascended up along the rafters and through the hole left by a missing rooftile toward what they assumed would be the main transmitter aerial.
Rain drops pattered down through the missing tile. And above them thunder claps and the sound of rain pelting against the roof tiles was louder than ever. And in the strange quiet, after the continual din of shouts and automatic weapons fire, the subdued sound of nature above their heads felt almost deafening.
Salvatore came over to help Kahn who abruptly hugged the Italian in an uncharacteristic embrace. Then he turned to Kasia, the only remaining Pole.
“We lost Clonek. I’m sorry.” He said simply.
“…He died killing the enemy.” Was her only response.
“C’mon Lieutenant. Let’s see about patching you up… How many holes you got?”
“More than I had this morning.” He said, too exhausted to laugh.
Bodie seated himself painfully beside the radio table and checked on his own superior officer.
“Teufel… Any idea how the others are getting on?” Kasia asked, sitting near the trap door with a submachine gun in each hand. “Can you communicate with your sister in some way?”
“Not really. I can smell her. She’s still alive at least…”
Kasia nodded and turned her attention back to guarding the trap door. Her uniform felt wet and heavy and she felt weak. She ignored it all, focussing solely on the trap door. Jyaku turned to Shaw.
“So, Shaw. After you’ve sent the order for the bombing run. How long will it take them to get here?”
Shaw’s head was down, one hand clutching the headphone set to his ear. Bodie turned to Jyaku and answered.
“The bombers have been on standby since the Americans dropped in last night so, the second they receive the order they’ll take off. It’ll take between an hour-and-a-half and an hour-and-three-quarters to make the trip.”
“Right. The message has been sent and acknowledged.” Shaw groaned.
He sounded weak and feeble and almost immediately went into a fit of coughing. Blood flecked his lips.
“I think I need to lie down for a while.” He wheezed.
He awkwardly pulled himself out of the chair and staggered before lying down on the dusty floorboards.
“I think I’ll request an ETA. Just to double check.” Bodie commented absently, looking down at Shaw and then taking the seat before the radio equipment.
The Warrant Officer lay on his back, wheezing, his breaths sounding wet and laboured. And every time he coughed, blood spattered his mouth and chin.
By the time Bodie was finished double checking Shaw’s work, and had confirmed that the American Bombers would be in the air within minutes, Shaw’s breathing had stopped.
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Megumi, naked and glorious, took a few steps toward O-Raijuki. And as she closed on his reposed regal position, she acquired his complete attention.
As she came to a halt, the immense Makai, with a casual sweep of one arm, cast aside his sexual slaves and rose up to his full height. His gaze never once left the Jyujin girl.
She recognised at that moment that it hadn’t just been the lighting and that his skin had actually taken on an odd pinkish silvery-grey tone. He was completely hairless and bald, other than a plaited braid that ran down his back from the base of his skull. He stood over eight feet in height, was wide as a door and sported a musculature that was simply Adonis-like.
“Come closer little one.” The demon grunted, his voice all but reverberating through the smooth concrete floor.
Megumi instead backed up a step, and then three, slowly and keeping eye contact and the smile on her lips, teasing the demon and knowing how it would be affected. It grinned, a veritable lupine showing of teeth and took a step toward her. Megumi backed up three more steps, now only two from the entrance.
The demon opened its mouth and a long whip-like tentacle lanced out and encircled Megumi’s wrist and forearm. It didn’t faze her, she dug her heels into the concrete, feeling it pressure and then crumble beneath her strong legs. She managed two more steps backward until she was in the doorway. And then she held her ground, not letting the Makai drag her backward but not putting any further tension into the taut elasticity of its tentacle.
She whispered to her strike team.
“Ready gang?” She said playfully. “I’ve got the devil’s attention and I’m going to keep it.”
“Your jobs are to kill or distract the others. There are ten possessed humans in here and a whole lot that aren’t. Obviously the ten are the ones that’ll attack you on sight. If you can pile bullets into them, they’ll go down. Don’t worry about hitting me, ‘cause I laugh at your bullets.”
No one laughed. The Makai tugged at her a little more insistently, she pulled back a little harder, matching his strength with hers.
“Brooks, doll. You’re getting the special mission.” The beast-girl went on. “You listening?”
“Mm-hmm.” Brooks replied, though his voice trembled with nervousness and adrenaline.
“At the back of this room in a hole in the wall is my artefact. You’re to run straight in here, grab it and then come straight back out again. Easy as pie. Then you just make your way back to Clay, Furman and Foster. If any of the rest of you can back him up or protect him when he gets out with the artefact, go with him. The artefact is the mission. If they don’t have it, they can’t do their… Whatever it is they’re doing… Okay, everyone got it?”
There were a couple of subdued affirmative mutterings. Though not being able to see into the room and see the devil or the possessed humans they were about to be attacked by, they were understandably nervous.
“You’ll all do fine. Just hose ‘em down, reload and hose ‘em again. And watch your backs.” Megumi offered. “Oh, Brooks, you’ll have your hands on the secret weapon, those devils can’t touch the artefact either. So, hit ‘em with it if you get in trouble… And Brooks? Run like hell, baby!”
And then, before he could offer a reply, Megumi allowed the strength of the demon’s tentacle to snap her back into the middle of the room and right into the clutches of the huge Makai noble.
His arms came around her, the tentacle tongue vanishing back inside his mouth and he looked down at her, while she wriggled within his snug embrace. His flesh was veritably hot to the touch, not quite scalding but still a glistening sheen of sweat broke out across the beast girl’s pale golden flesh. The demon smiled at her, a too wide smile, his full lips thinning to a disconcerting slash.
“You’re strong, girl. Much too strong for a miserly human. What are you?”
“A beast.”
“I suspected as much. You’re lovely. There aren’t many of your kind in the human Realm… Who are you?”
Although she was gripped in a bear hug, Megumi stretched down with one arm, partially to test his strength against hers and partly so she could get a hand to the crown of his immense cock. Which was jutting northward, pressing against her naked body. Her small hand encircled the huge swollen, and stone hard rim, fingertips caressing numerous bulges and ridges that transformed the overly familiar human phallic form, to the more exotic demonic kinds she had come across over the centuries.
As she stroked with a feather light touch over those ridges and bulges and pulsing pinky-finger thick veins, she saw a hefty shiver pass through his body from steaming groin to bald pate, and his eyes closed with intense pleasure as the quiver washed over him.
As he opened his eyes, she smiled her prettiest smile at him, wet her lips with the tip of her tongue, even batted her lashes. Coquettish, teasing.
“Amanomegumi.”
“Ahhh…! A delight…” He sighed with a veritable and disarming warmth. “I was hoping you would speak that name. You are well known, even renowned among my race. The Lord Suikakujyu honoured you with a mention, as well as your arrogant brother, when he assigned me to this mission.”
“I’m honoured, O-Raijuki.”
“So, you’ve heard of me too!”
“Oh of course. I’ve been looking forward to meeting you as well. You might provide me with a little more challenge than the thousands of your brethren I’ve already slain.”
The mutual appreciation and flattery continued, as Megumi caressed his phallus with more verve, stroking and squeezing, using the flow of precum that dribbled from the finger-diameter urethra to lubricate her light-handed masturbation.
Giving a little groan, O-Raijuki flicked out with his own tongue wetting his lips, as he did so the tongue separated into a dozen little tentacles that flicked out in a dozen directions, each one whipping forth little splurges of saliva that hissed and steamed when they touched her flesh.
“I think the challenge of me might be your undoing, Wandering Girl. And you will provide me everlasting ecstasy.”
“Let’s find out…”
“It would be my pleasure, child.”
He leaned down to kiss her and she stretched up to accept it. And all around them, oblivious to either the demon or the beast, all hell was breaking loose.
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“Shaw’s gone.” Bodie said quietly.
“So’s the Polish chick.” Salvatore muttered, kneeling beside her with two fingers at her throat, checking for a pulse that wasn’t there. “Shame… She had a nice pair of tits.”
“No respect for the departed?” Bodie muttered to himself.
“Apparently not.” Kahn grunted.
The comments were ignored by the others.
“Kasia? Yeah, she did, too.” Jyaku muttered, looking up and the ceiling rafters. “I would have liked to have fucked her one time.”
“I didn’t think she was that badly hurt.” Kahn said, with a sigh. Looking over at the only other American in the attic.
“Her uniform’s soaked through with blood. Something must have nicked an artery, shrapnel or a bullet, I guess. She didn’t say anything.”
“Guess not. Besides, it’s dark up here, blood loss isn’t showing up too well.”
He looked over at Jyaku who was staring up at the ceiling.
“What are you looking at?”
“Someone’s up there. I can hear boots on the tiles.”
“I guess we need to try and fight our way back down to the third floor?” Bodie suggested. “Unless we can get up onto the roof ourselves? Find a way back to the third floor from up there?”
“I can clear the bodies easily enough. We’ll just go back the way we came. I kinda want to get back to my sister anyway. Now the mission’s complete.” Jyaku said, nodding his head at the radio gear.
“Should we destroy that stuff before we leave?” He asked.
However, before anyone answered, a series of clattering thumps from above interrupted them, boots appeared as holes were kicked in through the old rooftiles and then men started to drop down into the shadowy far end of the attic.
“Here we go again!” Bodie shouted.
He snatched up his Sturmgewehr and dropped to one knee while Salvatore threw himself against one of the old-brick dividing walls, levelling his own assault rifle. Kahn, sitting on the floor with his back to another old-brick wall, cocked his MP40, noting that the two submachine guns Kasia had kept hold of were just about within reach, if he stretched for them.
As the three humans opened fire on the shadowy movement on the far side of the attic space, Jyaku launched himself straight upward, phasing invisibly through the roof, choosing to take the fight to the Germans waiting their turn to drop down.
A peal of advancing thunder announced his arrival, and the roof was slick with the driving sheets of rain. There were five of them standing over the holes made in the roof, trying to maintain their balance, to slip off the roof of this vast three storey building would be certain death.
The Germans were focussed entirely on their feet, looking down through the hole, trying to get an angle on the intruders without having to drop down into what was likely a maelstrom of bullets. They hadn’t noticed the Jyujin’s appearance even after he had re-joined the human Realm.
Jyaku looked them over, recognising one officer with a drawn pistol and four privates with assault rifles. He might not have his sister’s skill with martial arts but he was fast and strong and had an aptitude of turning his chi into plasma and then launching as a projectile ray. Which is exactly what he did.
The men were spread out reasonably wide apart so Jyaku was unable to strike them all in one go. However, his initial plasma discharge flash-fried the uniforms and then the flesh of the officer and another man standing behind him. And after a second their no longer screaming, blackened corpses tumbled down the sloping roof. They were little more than blackened bones with scraps of sinew and muscle still in situ, and leftover bits of bodyfat keeping some of the plasma aflame. The charred bodies slipped down the slope of the roof, one of them tumbling over a couple of times, one of them falling over the edge the other getting snagged on the parapet.
Of the remaining three, one of them chose to drop down through the hole into the already deafening rattle of gunfire beneath, while the other two opened fire on Jyaku. The twin bursts of automatic fire rattled noisily bullets racing across the distance at almost 2500 feet-per-second. Jyaku dodged right, using his preterhuman reactions and agility to avoid the majority of the incoming rounds, though the first three struck his flesh passing through his torn, bloody shirt and piercing his skin. However, his already galvanised chi reservoir vaporised the bullets instantaneously, leaving little more than shallow cuts or scratches and a mild burn on his flesh.
The dodge swung Jyaku around at the other two men and he came at them from the side, punching his fist through the skull of one, the splintered pieces of fractured skull lacerated the man’s brain but he was already dead, the impact was like that of a sledgehammer and it had separated his spinal column from his brainstem on impact.
The other one tried swinging his rifle around as he saw his companion fall and realised where the enemy now was, but his reactions were far too slow. Jyaku kneed him in the guts. And as the man doubled over, he drove an elbow into the back of his neck, between bulky trapezius muscles and the extended steel ridge of his Stahlhelm. He died in the same way as his companion.
Down in the attic, the gunfire had also already ended. Not knowing if his strike team had been overwhelmed and killed or if they had managed to kill the Germans, Jyaku kept quiet and instead phased out of the Realm, essentially turning himself insubstantial, and then slid down through the roof back into the attic.
Stepping back into the human Realm again and looked around at the bloody, bullet-ridden carnage.
The Germans were all dead or dying. Kahn, limping and barely able to move was attempting to finish off the German wounded with his bayonet.
“All clear up there?” He asked without looking up.
“Yeah. For now.” Jyaku replied.
“Good work.” The American Lieutenant slumped down onto the floor. “I’m bleeding out.”
Jyaku stared down at him, noting the three bullet wounds in his stomach, groin and upper thigh and how dark and slick his uniform looked.
“I see that…”
He looked around, saw Salvatore lying crumpled and inert in the middle of the attic floor.
“He rushed them, killed two before they got him.” The Lieutenant moaned. “I think the Limey’s still kicking...”
“Yeah, just about.” Bodie called weakly from the far side of the trashed, bullet-smashed radio equipment.
“Just the two of you… I can fly you down to the truck one at a time. At least you’ll have some peace and quiet.”
“How about flying me back to the states? Could you do that?” Kahn grunted.
“I could, but for one I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t live long enough to see it. And secondly, I won’t. I need to get my sister. I can fly you down to the truck though, if you want?”
“Nah, don’t bother. I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t live long enough to see the truck. Might as well die up here as down there. You should take Bodie though.”
“Hey Bodie, you still pissed at me for stealing your chick?” Jyaku asked trying to keep his face straight.
“Yes.” The Brit replied with all honesty. “But it doesn’t really matter anymore, it isn’t going to stop me from letting you fly me down to the truck, if you’re offering... Besides, the girl’s probably dead by now, anyway.”
“Maybe.” Jyaku shrugged wandering over to Bodie and looking down at him.
“I think my leg’s broken.” He commented.
There was a bloody graze at the side of his throat, probably shrapnel or a close call with a bullet. A gash somewhere in his scalp that had rained blood down one side of his face. And also, there was a large sliver of wood sticking out of the meat of his left thigh.
“I think you’re right.” Jyaku nodded, looking down. “Nice splint.”
Bodie had used two belts, from himself and Shaw and two spent MP40 box magazines to splint his leg above and below where the six-inch chunk of wood, probably a piece of the radio equipment table, was sticking.
“Want me to take that wood out?”
“I’m scared it’s nicked an artery. If I pull it out, I might bleed to death.”
“Up to you.”
“Lieutenant.” Bodie attempted. “I should thank you for…”
“Forget it. We’re soldiers. All of us.” He nodded at Shaw, Kasia and Salvatore and then at the Germans on the other side of him. “We do our duty… Most of us die.”
Jyaku reached for Bodie but the Brit put a hand up and then used the table leg to hoist himself painfully to his feet. He required a minute of standing still with a hand on the wall to get over the sudden wave of dizziness and nausea.
Jyaku went over to the American Lieutenant, one last time.
“Kahn, you were wrong about my sister and me…”
“Yeah. Guess I was… But I’m not gonna apologise.” Kahn said though his bloody lips curled into a hint of a smile.
Jyaku couldn’t quite return the smile, but he did manage a nod. Then he went back to Bodie, wrapped an arm around his waist and walked him over to the hole in the roof, avoiding the debris of German bodies lying all around it.
“See you around, Lieutenant.” He said, glancing back at the American.
“You too… Whatever you are…” Kahn said, coughing blood.
And then with a frightened, pained groan from Bodie, Jyaku elevated them both up off the bloody floorboards and flew up into the thunderous, rain streaked night sky. Leaving Kahn to die in peace.
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