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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 4
Salvatore, Wesson and Brooks launched themselves out into the farmyard, hurrying after the Japanese boy. However, even though they burst from the front door right on his heels, the foreign spy was literally nowhere to be seen.
The three paratroopers spread out in a loose line and started to search throughout the ground at rear and side of the house, into all the nooks, crannies and outbuildings. Gazing into the lightening gloom, they searched carefully, rifles raised and ready. They left the stable till last, as they knew five of their comrades already occupied that building and if he had gone straight there after his sister, they would have caught him already.
However even with their careful search they turned up no clues, no footprints, no evidence of him whatsoever. And they didn’t see how he could have run off toward the woods without them spotting him. So, he had to have somehow got to the stable without being seen. He must be a fast little bastard.
The three men hefted the robust weight of their locked and loaded M1s, safety tabs snapped back into the front of the trigger guards, ready to fire. Then the trio advanced on the stable in a wide and loose ‘V’ formation. keeping the main doors as well as the sides of the rectangular building in view.

Teufel had slipped slightly out of phase with the human-Realm the instant he had darted out of the front door and took a hurried left turn, keeping tight to the bricks of the farmhouse wall. He had floated across the space between the house and the stable like a ghost, utterly invisible, insubstantial. His eyes allowed him to see into the Realm normally even though no one else, other than his sister, would be able to sense him.
He slipped into the substance of the wood and bricks that made up the rear wall of the stable and looked inside. His brows lifting, a half smile pulling at the corner of his thin mouth. He wasn’t surprised, it was pretty much what he had expected to see.
The orange glow of the oil lanterns cast a sense of warmth across the wood and straw and caused the aged brickwork to fade into shadow.
It was utterly unsurprising that Segen’s sexual aura, not unlike the lantern light, had suffused the interior dimensions of the stable and everything seemed to glow with a golden horny emanation infecting everything in the vicinity. The horses panted and brayed, rearing in their stalls, while tremendously erect horse cocks, stiff as tree branches, swung and swayed beneath their hind quarters, unrestrained in their desire. Teufel suddenly laughed, spying two dogs frantically fucking in one corner on the opposite side of the building.
Her sexual aura, he well knew, would have intoxicated the men just as much, making them blindly turned on and uncontrolled and uncontrollable. Even now it was starting to affect Teufel as well and he was more than used to it.
His sister would have happily allowed that flavour to take over them and indulge their overblown sexual mania, to have her however they wanted. Every desire and sense immediately thrown over the edge, all of them horny beyond reason. Mindless.
Of course, it would mean death-sentences for all of them. Once Segen felt offended or taken advantage of, she didn’t tend to think twice about letting go of her self-control. Teufel had seen it on innumerable occasions, invariably leading to violent deaths and his little sister smiling in the aftermath while stretching out the muscle kinks in her post-orgasmic bliss.
He finally looked over at the levitating figure of his little sister. She was naked of course and looking gorgeous as she always did. He was quietly proud of how his sister looked. Taut and shapely and mouth-watering.
Of the five men who had apparently marched her into the stables, only one was still alive. Two were now nothing more than fluttering particles of burned embers in the lust-heavy air, glowing ashes like confetti, floating weightless, cast about by the heat-haze of Segen’s lust. She had obviously engulfed them in her orgasmic aura and no doubt deliberately allowed her sexual energies to explode beyond the trappings of her body.
The other two corpses were only slightly more substantial, two smears of eviscerated gore, streaking the wooden boards and hay scattered over the stable flooring. That suggested that in her climatic state she must have let herself slip into her natural form and rent them asunder without conscious intent, though allowing her form to emerge in the first place was certainly premeditation. Nothing wrong with that, of course.
The two smears resembled burst sausage that had then been crushed underfoot and spread under heel. They had spattered over something like twice their original body length, butter spread over a slice of toast. Bones appeared to have splintered down to inch long slivers, flesh shredded and jellified, internal organs exploded through skin and scattered.
Even their discarded weapons and equipment, plus a number of the tools and hardware that belonged in the stables had been warped, melted or splintered into matchsticks and slivers of metal.
The survivor was flopped on his back over a bale of hay, limp and devoid of strength. Other than a subdermal twitching in his limbs and an unstoppable facial tick, anyone would assume that he had already died as well. And though his fixed facial expression, died in ecstasy.
He was connected to Segen by her true-form tail that had emerged from her pussy, though in fact it was a kind of dimensional portal. The tip of her four-foot tail terminated in a kind of petal-like orifice not unlike a half-bloomed tulip. The petals, a mouth, enveloped the soldier’s no doubt straining, engorged like-never-before erection from crown to stem and sucked at it. The syrupy ‘saliva’ from the tulip was absorbed into his bloodstream, feeding him powerful and overtly sexual hallucinations that elevated and overdeveloped his sexual energies. And then in turn, the organ sucked those energies up into the girl’s body, fuelling and super-charging her own sexual energies and sexual pleasure like an opiate.
“Hey, sis…!” Teufel shouted, knowing how much it would take to get through to her in the state she was in. “Segen…! Megumi!”
As if half-rousing from a drug induced, euphoric stupor, she lifted her head. Teufel saw her eyelids flutter, then slowly roll back down from the back of her skull until those hugely dilated blues managed to not-quite focus on him.
“Whaa…?”
“You’d better straighten yourself out, sis. More are coming. And we don’t want to reveal too much of ourselves, do we…?”
She gazed at him for a long moment, then grinned before glancing down at the surviving American and removing her flower-tipped tail from his erection. He immediately began to convulse violently. The girl allowed her tail to retreat into her as she floated back down to the gore strewn floor.
Segen floated down to the gory, straw matted floorboards, smiling at her brother without a hint of embarrassment of either her nudity or her sexual interaction. He immediately phased back outside of the human-Realm while she started to look around for her discarded clothing.
Her blouse was ripped but her jacket, trousers and boots were still wearable. Fortunately, having been dumped between a hay bale and the corner of the stable, they had also been protected from the explosive results of her exquisite multiple orgasms.
It had been a good gangbang too, the men had been full of passion and energy, lusty and horny and aggressive and it had all upped her own experience considerably. Humans were usually a disappointment when it came this particular girl. They either didn’t have the stamina to get her off or they didn’t have the equipment to show her a good enough time. On the other hand, there were so many of them and they were always so horny and always up for it that she was never devoid of opportunities for a pleasant surprise to occur.
Beasts and demons were another matter. Actually, they were both opposite sides of the same coin. Beasts, though more sexually compatible and potentially better lovers, were all too often insistent on commitment and connubiality which mostly translated into possessiveness. And that would only relate to the ones who weren’t disapproving of her older brother and her own disobedience to the Monarchical authority. And, of course, their so-called ‘family obsession’ to the Legend of the Coming of the Chojin.
Well, so what? They were the prophetic Wandering kids of the Legend. They both were certain of it. And the Amano siblings knew that his Great Majesty recognised it too, even if he refused to admit it to his devoted subjects. Plenty of their own kind had approached Megumi as suitors over the centuries, even though she had already been promised to his Majesty the King. However, she refused to be tamed or trapped by their insistence on tradition. She had another destiny - as a Wandering Child of the prophesy.
So, what if all the scholars insisted the prophecies’ terminology stated the term child as both singular and masculine. They had obviously made a simple mistake in the interpretation and yet they refused to be questioned on it or admit their wrongdoing. She had even gone into the Demon-realm once, long ago, to look at their own ancient carved dolmens which housed their own version of the prophesy.
It ‘was said’ (though the origin of the belief was lost to the ages) that each of the three realms had their own copy of the prophecy in some kind of ancient written form, a proto-cuneiform. Megumi always kept her senses attuned for evidence of the discovery of the human-Realm’s version, though so far nothing had been discovered.
And as for demon ‘suitors’, though their sexual prowess was second to none in terms of ability, stamina and ‘accoutrements’, they also wanted nothing more than to possess her. It often felt as though she was regarded as the ultimate prize for that whole race. Though the demons’ notions of love and companionship would take the form of her lifelong enslavement and never-ending sexual use. Which from Megumi’s perspective, wasn’t all that different from her beast suitors’ intentions. Although, only the top-tier ranks from the demon-Realm would have any chance of surviving her violent orgasms in the first place. Therefore, however much they tried - and they tried at every opportunity - she was essentially safe from being possessed by demons, at least for any longer than it took for her to climax.
As a consequence, it was generally accepted that Megumi had killed more demons than any other beast in history. Though it had almost always been as a result, an incidental side-effect, of their constant desire to possess her. It was their ultimate gamble, from the demon’s point of view. The highest stakes but the biggest reward. Though they didn’t seem to ever learn that the house always won.
Shaking herself free of her reminiscing, the girl hauled on her skin-tight trousers; stomped her boots onto her feet, hurriedly knotting the laces, and then dragged on her jacket, zipping it halfway up. As she began to relax back into her identity as Fraulein Segen Von Himmel, she was just pulling the paperboy cap back onto her head, fingertipping the length of her short hair beneath it, when the stable doors were kicked open and three more American soldiers stormed in, rifles and eyes swinging back and forth rapidly. She watched the newcomers’ horrified reactions to the mess she had left as she lay, idling on one side with feline grace, across a haybale with a little coy smile playing across her full lips.

The stable door finally giving to their repeated hammering, the three soldiers stormed in and then came to an abrupt halt, stopped in their tracks by their reactions of revulsion at what awaited them, and the abruptly sickening assault on their senses.
“Jesus Christ!”
“What the fuck!”
The acrid scents of blood, shit and piss accosted them, layered above and beyond the expected funk of horse, hay, wood and dung. Though above and beyond all those scents was a honey-thick aroma of sweet sexuality which immediately started to subconsciously, have its way with them.
“What the hell is this?”
Then the crimson smears, covering much of the floor coalesced into their assailed attention, made itself be recognised and understood, like a camera’s viewfinder pulling into focus. The thick gouts of spread-wide gore were accompanied by globules of matter of different colours, mostly shades of red, both blood and organs as well as blood-soaked bits of uniform, along with hints of the pink of flesh and the white of bone in amongst the gore. They were collective spillage of what had once been humans. The blood-soaked bits of uniform finally unveiling their meaning, as U.S. paratroopers. As members of their own squad.
“What the fuck!”
“What the hell did you do, bitch?”
Rifles levelled on the girl, fingers tensing on oiled triggers. Segen didn’t move, she just idled there on her chosen haybale practically posing. However, the soldiers’ eyes were soon enough, and inexorably, drawn away from her to instead coast around the stable with increasing and inscrutably eroticised horror.
Each man absorbed the illicit atmosphere pervading the room, along with all the stomach-churning gore. And yet, even as they looked, each man felt like his eyes were somehow refusing to see properly, the warm orange glow from the lamps hanging on their nails or planted on hay bales was a stark contrast to the pale washed-out light from the dawning sun outside.
It glimmered. It felt like there should have been rainbows of moisture in their air as though above the writhing froth at the base of a fast-flowing waterfall. The light quality was saturated, all-encompassing golden hues glowing and glittering unnaturally. The place was a strange din of animal noise and deafening liquid drips. The men, almost as one, managed to drag their thoughts clear of the suddenly realised horror, liquid drips being left overs of their comrades.
The remainder of the din was animalistic. The horses were animated, riled up somehow. And then they came to dulled slow realisation that they too felt fuzzy, somehow pleasantly engaged. Enticing tingles darted through them like electric shocks, focussing in their loins, in their testicles. They realised with mute embarrassment that they were all hard, uniforms tented forward like never before.
The abrupt, inexplicable libidinousness took them by surprise, disarming them. Even in the wrongness of the place, the gore-strewn floor, the obvious murders of an uncountable number of their comrades, yet they couldn’t take their eyes off the girl. They tried to look around, tried to search for survivors, to identify the smeared remains on the floorboards but the girl was like a lure, invading their thoughts and attention, drawing them back again and again to her - her youthful creamy beauty, her pronounced raw sexuality. The three of them found themselves staring at her as if she was a work of art in a gallery.
It took fresh newcomers making too much harsh and uninvited noise behind them - interfering with their new found delight in, and exponential hunger for the Japanese girl - to snap them out of their wanton hypnosis and break the glamour she had somehow cast on them.
“Why is that… slut, still alive…?” Lieutenant Kahn demanded, trying to make his words weapons.
Then he saw the blood- and gore-afflicted floorboards.
“What’s what… who’s… what the hell?!” He stammered. “Where is Corporal Fry and the men? What is that mess on the floor? God-damnit! Somebody give me a fucking report, on the double!”
It was the Brit, Shaw who stepped in. He strolled forward until he stood at the Lieutenant’s shoulder.
“Fraulein Segen?” He asked politely. “Would you mind explaining what happened, please.”
“What’s it look like, Mister Shaw?” Segen responded in nonchalant Polish. “I was forced to defend myself.”
Shaw hesitantly translated, his cheeks flushing.
“What?! She did this…? This!?” Kahn’s eyes went wide, then he started yelling.
“I want her dead! This fucking instant. Private! Weapon!”
Ignoring Shaw’s attempts to placate, Kahn snatched a Garand from the nearest one of his remaining men, glancing down to see it was in battery and the safety was off. It didn’t even get the stock up to his shoulder. The Japanese girl, suddenly and with unbelievable speed was standing there face to face with him and the rifle had somehow been yanked out of his hands and was now hooked casually across her shoulders.
“Careful Lieutenant…” She said in casual English, deliberately using Shaw’s British pronunciation of his rank. “…You might do someone an injury.”
Holding his enraged gaze, she unshouldered the rifle and smashed it down over a raised knee, casually shattering the almost ten-pounds of steel and wood in two right across its action.
The men gasped, stared, staggered, mouths slackly open, disbelieving their own eyes. Segen casually tossed the two halves of the Garand aside and sat back on her hay stack.
Kahn gawped, took an involuntary step back.
“That… That’s not possible.” He breathed.
Segen winked at him.
The other’s guns had lowered instinctively, no one seemed too keen to try shooting at the girl. Her eyes roved over them in turn, watching them closely as they stared back at her, shivering to a man.
“At this rate, we’re gonna have to take over this operation, sis. Put our foot down. Start giving orders.”
She heard her brother’s whispered assessment from his place of concealment within the wall behind her and she replied with a subtle nod of the head.
“Okay that’s enough from all of you.” Shaw put in with a smooth, polite authority. “We’re going to go back to the house and we’re going to sit down around the kitchen table and we’re going to smooth out this this whole situation.”
“I ain’t sharing any table with Jap spies, or any fucking collaborators!” The Lieutenant muttered.
His fangs might had been removed by the girl’s display but his gaze, as he looked back at the British officer, was still of cold, predatory rage.
“Look Lieutenant. We need you. You’ve already lost… I assume almost half of your fighting force…”
Segen gave a light nod of confirmation.
“…Due, in part, to your lack of judgement. And you are also failing to understand that we also need Segen and her brother. Possibly even more than you. They have talents no one else possesses and I believe they are both paramount to this mission’s success. Though Japanese, they are not Japanese spies, nor are they the enemy. They have proved themselves in battle on numerous occasions, to myself and to our Polish allies. Something, with respect, you and your men cannot yet say.”
“We don’t have to prove jack-shit. To anyone.” Kahn growled, and yet his voice and manner were calmer and more subdued.
“And I can accept that. However, you have to accept that neither or Segen or Teufel are your enemy.”
Kahn just glared at Segen with obvious distrust and now, having had a taste of her capability, more than a little apprehension.
“We’re supposed to be comrades, Lieutenant. All on the same team. The girl and her brother included.” Shaw said.
Kahn, rankled, afraid and at a loss for words, about-turned and stormed out of the stable. His remaining men filed out immediately after him.
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Urotsukidoji - Overfiend ‘44: The Hell Portal.