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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 List
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Chapter 6.
The allied conglomeration set out that afternoon once the Americans had eaten and slept. They left the farmhouse an hour after midday, setting out on foot. It was a bright day though cloudy and they were accompanied by a blustery wind that sometimes rattled them around, even as they worked their way through the cover of the wooded land they had chosen, walking parallel to though out of sight of, a westerly leading road.
To begin with, before the wind had picked up, insects and butterflies had danced around them, birds and the occasional squirrel hopping from branch to branch in the canopy above. However, once the wind had picked up all animal life seemed to disappear. At least it was dry. In fact, it hadn’t rained in a week or more.
The Poles led the way. Three of them, Rangel Piszczek, Kasia Tomaszeski and Michal Klich took point, while the remaining three kept themselves dotted in amongst the Americans to the rear. The two Brits were at the immediate rear of the leading Poles, walking with Lieutenant Kahn.
Kahn seemed calmer, Lew Bodie assumed it was partially because they were on mission at last, and knew what they were meant to be doing. And partly, like himself, it was because the two kids Segen and Teufel were off ahead somewhere, scouting the lay of the land. Thankfully out of sight though unfortunately, not quite out of mind.
Bodie glanced behind him, not paying much attention to the drawl being bounced back and forth between Shaw and Kahn, instead searching for a glimpse of Zofia Wyrwal. She was to the rear alongside one of the American Negroes and Furman. The other Negro carrying the big automatic rifle loped at the very back of the group, not speaking to anyone and more or less keeping his eyes down. Zofia caught a glimpse of Bodie looking back at her and for a second their eyes met but hers slid off his at once and she slimed warmly at something Furman had said. Feeling himself being deliberately ignored, Bodie scowled to himself, bringing his attention back to the other officers. Two can play the ignoring game.
Clay and Brooks were feeling aggrieved, redundantly of course, they had no way of ignoring an order, however unfair. They could be court martialled or even shot on sight, being at war and all.
Their aggrievements felt as heavy and as draining as their physical exhaustion which had come about last night. While everyone else had been allowed to get some rest, the two men had been given clean-up duty in the stable, with additional instructions to salvage whatever equipment might still be useable, especially ammunition. It had taken hours, and had been utterly sickening, scooping up shovelfuls of their mulched comrades and dumping them into a wheelbarrow, which was then emptied into a pit dug to the rear of the farmyard. And to make matters worse, they hadn’t found any surviving equipment that wasn’t either blackened and brittle to the point of crumbling or bent, dented or flattened. There was nothing that hadn’t been affected by… Whatever had happened in there. Fortunately, two of the Polish guys had come in to help them and it had been appreciated.

Shaw was suspicious of Lieutenant Kahn. He had expected all kinds of arguments and attempts to take the position of Officer in Charge. Even though a Warrant officer outranks a Lieutenant. And the Paratroopers had been ordered to provide support and assistance to the SOE and the Polish resistance. However, Kahn had proved himself to be pleasant, professional and almost respectful toward Shaw and Bodie and even, though to a lesser degree, Piszczek whom Shaw assumed Kahn would consider nothing more than a civilian with no right or authority to be fighting.
However, nothing of the kind came about. Kahn rose early and shared morning coffee and a cigarette with Shaw - well he smoked his cigarette while Shaw smoked his pipe - discussing the day’s plans, clarifying and confirming. There was no mention of Segen or the loss of half his force and no further mention of Japanese spies and what must be done with them. It was almost as if the ‘dawn-incident’ had never taken place, and that disturbed Shaw. The fact that Kahn seemed to have let the whole situation go, since rising after his few hours of snatched sleep, seemed somehow out of character for the Lieutenant, not that Shaw had an accurate grasp of the officer’s character, at last not so far. All he could really do was to keep his eyes and ears open and continue the mission as planned.
The sleeping arrangements, which had been a bone of contention for Bodie, did not prove to be a problem after all. Firstly, the Poles, as well as himself and Shaw, were up and awake by the time the Americans hit the sack. And secondly, following their ill-advised introduction to Segen, there was only half their compliment still around.
Bodie still didn’t understand what had happened and how she had so completely decimated those men, and yet somehow, it hadn’t really surprised him and thinking back on what he had almost himself decided to do to her last night, he might have had a pretty lucky escape from a similar fate. Though, looking over at Kahn’s calm demeanour and seeing right through it, he was under no illusions that this situation was even remotely done with as far as the American Lieutenant was concerned. And as far as he was concerned, anything that could potentially hurt Teufel and drive a wedge between him and Zofia, that was all the better for Bodie.
“I will admit that personally we have little interest in this situation. Germans killing other Germans is no bad thing.” Piszczek was commenting to Kahn and Shaw. “Of course, we will be doing everything we can to help, but it does not help my country to complete my British friend’s mission.”
“It doesn’t exactly hinder your country either though Mister Piszczek, does it?” Shaw pointed out with a shrug. “Besides, any weakening of Germans plans, however unusual they appear, must be a positive outcome for the allies both east and west of Germany.”
“Amen to that.” Kahn added, half-heartedly. “I get what you’re saying though. I’d rather be blowing up railway lines and munitions factories and U-Boat docks and the like, myself.”
“Ours is not to reason why…” Shaw said.
“…Ours is to do what we’re bloody well told.” Piszczek finished in a mock-posh British accent. And received a hearty laugh from Kahn and a slightly bemused smile from Shaw.

Brooks was happily daydreaming about that crazy Nip girl from earlier. After they had finished in the stable and waved good morning to the two Polish freedom fighters who had helped them, the girl, Segen, had herself appeared, sporting a pretty smile and her hands raised in submission.
“I come in peace.” She had said to the two men, in perfect Manhattan accented American. “Your friends left me no choice you know. They assaulted me and were intending to kill me.”
Clay was the first to respond. With a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders.
“I for one don’t give a shit about any of them. They were assholes to a man. The Corporal especially. World’s better off without them.”
He flashed her a toothy grin, which she returned with a highly sexual warmth.
“Though it could make the mission harder, being down five men and guns an’ all.” He added.
“You’ll manage.” She said with a dainty shrug. “You have Teufel and me.”
“How did you do that to them though miss? I’ve seen hand-grenades make less mess.”
“I’m stronger than I look.” She nonchalantly offered. “How come you two had to do all the cleaning up?”
“Ain’t it obvious?! ‘Cause we’re Negroes.” Clay said with wide eyed incredulity.
“Don’t you have Negroes where you come from?” Brooks asked.
Brooks had been scared of the girl at first, having just spent the last two hours cleaning up after her mess. But standing here chatting to her, she seemed like a normal person. Even a nice girl. And she was startlingly beautiful.
“We have hierarchies. And ethnic types….”
She thought of the little black skinned humanoids that were part of her Realm and then she thought how both herself and Jyaku tended to mistreat the annoying little bastard. Even though underneath they both thought the world of him. Maybe she should start to treat him a little better. If he’d just stop being such a lecherous little dummy… It would be a lot easier….
“And are they treated like shit? Cause they’re different?”
“Generally, not.” She said
She was trying not to think about the way she and Jyaku all too often treated Kuroko, or the way herself and her brother were essentially ostracised and looked down on by the pompous Jyujin higher ups.
“Lucky them.” Clay grunted.
She didn’t want to talk herself into a corner and decided to change the subject.
“Anyway, sorry you had to clean up my mess….”
She tossed them one of her charming lop-sided smiles and with a hint of playful bashfulness took a couple of sashaying steps toward them, flicking open another button of her already only half buttoned up blouse. A replacement for the torn one she’d abandoned.
“…Maybe there’s something I can do to make it up to you. To you both…”
“But… you’re just a girl.” Brooks commented.
“What’re you Brooks, a fag?” Clay grunted as he marched toward Segen.
“Don’t worry about me Brooks. I’m not as young as I look.” She replied.
Clay threw his big arms around her, burying his face in the crook of her long slender neck. One hand cupped one of her perky, full breasts through her blouse, even as she was continuing with the buttons.
“You’re not gonna… We’re not going to end up like those others, are we?”
Segen smiled and shook her head.
“Those guys were going to kill me. Right now, I just want to feel good, with the two of you. It’s your choice though.”
Brooks shrugged, accepting her at her word and joined the couple.
He took the other side of her and pressed his full lips to hers then moaned at the warmth of her lips, of her skin. The sweetness of her taste and baby-softness of her creamy skin.
In the next ten seconds Segen’s cap had been flicked off her head, the blouse unbuttoning had been completed, the thin silk pulled open to expose her succulent breasts, and then cupped in a pair of large hands. All the while she and Brooks had begun to kiss with a fervent heat, their hot lips mashing playfully, tongues dancing.
In the next couple of minutes, the men had sat down side by side on a handy hay bale with their unfastened trousers gathered around their ankles and with Segen, now devoid of jacket and blouse, kneeling in the straw laden ground between them. Her dainty little hands explored their underwear-liberated members, jerking the thick, erect shafts up and down experimentally, and with ardour.
She found herself marvelling at the contrast between her own pale creamy gold flesh against their own gleaming mahogany. Though Clay was darker toned that Brooks. He was also taller, broader and more muscular. However, in the region of their cocks Brooks was the more impressive. Clay was a handful, maybe seven inches and nicely thick with big balls that promised a gluttony of spunk. However, he paled in comparison to Brooks. For a human the guy was elephantine. It would take three of her fists, hand over hand to engulf his length and his girth. Though the girth appeared to be slimmer overall, was at least equal to that of Clay. Segen was certainly unable to meet her fingers and thumb around the pulsing hot shaft’s circumference. It excited her, made her heart beat against her ribs, made her smile and salivate.
Though her mouth watered for Brooks’ cock, she started on Clay, deciding to save what she hoped would be the best for last. She slid her tight fist down to the root of his cock and then followed it with her lips, keeping the pursed ring of her mouth tight against the silky hot flesh of his thick spongy glans. Clay groaned and grabbed hold of the back of her head, but before he was able to push her down, she swooped her mouth down to the very root of his erection, taking him straight into her throat and swallowing over and over again, fiercely massaging his crown and its swollen flange tip with her throat muscles.
“Oh! Fuck! Damn! Jesus girl!” Clay groaned, his hand fisting in her soft hair.
Segen let out a giggle deep in her throat, the vibrations like a hundred tongues working up and down his shaft and had Clay writhing in his passion, his hips lifting off the hay bale.
“Hold up baby! You’re gonna make me blow!” He wailed, trying to pull her head up by her hair.
She kept at him until he was panting and groaning, writhing against her, half trying to pull her off his shaft half wanting to push her even deeper onto it. Sweet precum drooled into her mouth continually mixing with her warm saliva. She felt his thick shaft trembling and pulsing against her lips and tongue and gave him one last herculean suck then released him from the sweet heaven of her mouth, grinning as he practically swooned above her.
Even while Clay panted weakly, half slumped in the hay bale, Segen turned her attention and her mouth to Brooks. She glanced up at him while she lapped at the underside of his glans. His eyes were out on stalks and his mouth was open and slack. Her eyes glimmered as she slipped her lips over his crown and then once again dove to the root. Brooks practically yelled as he felt his erection driven all the way into the girl’s throat in one fell swoop. He had always assumed deep throating his embarrassingly enormous cock would never be possible and yet this small, short haired girl just took it all straight away without hesitation.
The sheer skill the girl exhibited, and the unadulterated pleasure Brooks experienced through her sucking lips and writhing expressive tongue, were so potent and that he was almost brought to impassioned tears.
Segen had to lean up off the floor somewhat to get the right angle, straightening the angle between her mouth and throat in order to get his steel hard cock all the way down but she had centuries of experience and knew exactly what she was doing.
If she wanted to, if she went all out, she could bring any human to climax in literal seconds. Though doing so offered little in the way of fun for herself so she invariably found she had to temper her passions and her abilities when it came to humans. It was a hassle but it was necessary if she wanted to get off. Of course, a high-ranking member of the Makai Realm’s upper echelons was always her best bet when it came to all out carefree fucking - if she was willing to risk lifelong enslavement. And she certainly wasn’t.
The searing wet heat and constricting tightness enveloping and gripping Brooks’ shaft - completely, from root to crown as the girl deep throated his foot-long shaft - was almost abstract in its insurmountable degree of pleasure and he knew he was going to empty his balls down her throat any second. She seemed to read his mind and she dragged her face from his wiry pubic mound. Her full ‘O’ stretched lips, from kissing the sweaty root of his cock pulled back, uncoiling his serpentine erection from the depths of her gullet.
The two men weakly tried to regain their senses, while their pulsing erections, thick as wrists and hard as granite throbbed obscenely from their naked groins. Segen pulled herself lithely to her feet, casually hawked up and spat out the overflow of saliva. And then running the fingers of one hand through her wild side-parted hair, her other hand expertly popped the buttons on the crotch of her brown leather trousers.
Clay was aware enough to focus on what the girl was doing as she stripped off the second-skin leather from her long athletic legs. She wore no panties and her pubic mound was hairless, a darker pink flush with a pretty line of delicate, smooth lips peeking out and bisecting the flush with a darker pink.
She turned around as she stripped her boots and then the figure-hugging trousers from her ankles and gave Clay and Brooks an unencumbered view of her naked ass. It was pure perfection, rounded and jutting, sporting tight and eminently perky and athletic buttocks of soft, creamy unblemished skin, covering hard and powerful musculature, just like the rest of her. Clay cursed under his breath while, shivering slightly Brooks let out a long breathy groan.
“Fuck, I’m getting some of that! And no mistake!” Clay blurted.
“I’d be angry with you if you didn’t!” Segen grinned back at the heavyset Paratrooper.
Then she turned back to them, completely naked and sauntered into their proximity again. She giggled as two pairs of big powerful hands came around her, encircled her and drew her to them.
Segen dictated the arrangements. she hauled Clay, with surprising ease, off the hay bale and then stretched Brooks along the length of it, on his back with his legs dangling off the side and his ass on the edge of the long, thick block of hay. Then she climbed up on top of him, straddling his waist, while pulling Clay in behind her by an urgent grasp of his upper arm.
Brooks just lay back in eroticised glory, revelling in the creamy golden perfection of her body while she did all the work of angling his erection, rocking herself forward to pressing his bloated glans to her pouting labia and then rolling her hips backward to take his tunnel-stretching length all the way into her with a long throat groan of pleasure. Once she was embedded to her simmering volcanic core, the girl laid forward across Brooks’ slender lean chest and glanced back, waiting for Clay to get it in gear.
Clay wasn’t about to keep the hot little minx waiting. He gripped the root of his shaft tight in one burly fist, while his other hand grabbed hold of one of her perfectly formed buttocks. Her ass cheeks were maybe a little on the small size for his taste but nothing like the flat little asses of the white women he’d seen or, on a couple of occasions, paid money for. This one might be small but it was beautifully rounded, like a perfect little bubble. Splaying her cheeks apart revealed her his target. It was a miniscule star-shadow surrounded by the same pink blush that enveloped her pussy lips, now spread wide and thin around Brooks’ fat beast of a cock. The dimensions of Brooks’ meat were something Clay felt envious of, though he wouldn’t admit that to his brother, of course.
He pressed his lust swollen crown against that little juicy-looking sphincter star and then pushed firmly. Grunting with the exertion that was required.
“Unnnhh…. Go on… Ohhhh! Go on… Force it in there!” The girl moaned.
He did so, marvelling at the pleasure she seemed to be expressing. He assumed it was going it hurt like hell, as past experiences with previous women had revealed. And then it suddenly popped in and he was enveloped by its succulent damp heat. Even though the rest of the insertion was just as much of a struggle, he finally bottomed out and his hands clamped tight on her buttocks and he held still, basking in the afterglow - the sheer pleasure of her immensely tight rectum gripping and practically scalding his passionately throbbing erection.
Before either man could settle in to thrusting, Segen started to rock herself back and forth between her cock sandwich. Unreeling her sweet, tender tunnels from the two hefty battering-ram flesh tubes of the humans before driving herself back onto them again, setting up and increasingly rapid shafting pace.
It took a little time and effort, and resulted in more than a few frustrated frowns from Segen while the two men attempted to take up and then take over the thrusting pace the girl had instigated. It took them ten minutes of enjoyable experimentation to build a mutual and synchronised in-out thrusting rhythm but once they did, they soon had her sighing, then moaning and then wailing out in both high pitched and deep guttural exclamations as she rode through pulsing low-level climax after climax. Undoubtedly enjoyable, they were delectable sweet treats, but it was always the main course, the big explosion she invariably craved.
Brooks and Clay lasted barely a minute after the girl’s tremulous and triumphant multiple chaining orgasms. Brooks had let out a long groan that snagged in his throat and then emerged as a long, gurgling rattle of intense pleasure. His aching cock, half crushed by the strength of Segen’s vaginal muscles clamping onto his thrusting length, spat burst after thick burst of his hot seed deep into her quaking cervix, until the pressure and lack of space forced the creamy off-white spunk to backwash and gouts of the stuff pooled down over his balls and inner thighs. Her rocking, quaking buttocks catching sprays and spatters of the stuff.
Clay managed another twenty seconds before, with a near bellow, he dragged his shaft out of her sultry-hot clenching guts and let fly with his spunk. He jetted the thick goo up over her buttocks and arched back in long and thick north-south trails across her perfect golden flesh. His seed, like soft-edged bolts of liquid lightning, coated her from the nape of her neck right town to her already tightened up star-shadow sphincter mouth.
He stumbled backward, squeezing the last dribbles out of his cock head and flicking them to the ground while panting, trying to get is breath. He eyed her lustrous and provocative body. The girl unsaddled herself from Brooks, stretched and tossed her hair back into shape before glancing around for her discarded clothing.
“Next time you two’ll have to swap holes. I’m gonna need to feel that monster up my ass.” She said with a seductive smirk, winking at the still euphoric Brooks.
“Any time, any place, anywhere…” Clay grinned. “Right Brooks?”
“Sure, miss. If you really want to do that…”
Segen just giggled as she buttoned the leather trousers over her flat abdomen.
“Damn man! What do they say about not looking a gift horse in the mouth?!”
“If I remember, the gift horse they talk about was full of enemy soldiers.”
Clay laughed. Shaking his head while following Segen’s lead and starting to pull his clothes back on.
That had all been around an hour before lunch. The two paratroopers righted themselves and then returned to the farmhouse found some space in one of the upstairs bedrooms and snatched barely an hour of sleep before they were woken for victuals. And then before they knew it, they were on the march.
They hadn’t seen Segen again after they had left the stable together. She just seemed to have disappeared, along with her brother.

The first potentially difficult point on the journey was crossing the Polish-German border. Relatively speaking it was simple enough for the German speaking, papers wielding Poles to move from Poland to Germany and back and was only a little more of a risk for the British officers, as they did speak Polish and had SOE-forged papers, so they could pass as non-German speaking part of the same group of Poles. However, now with the enemy uniformed and exclusively English-speaking Americans there was no chance of bluffing their way through.
Teufel had told Kahn, Shaw and Bodie to leave it to himself and his sister, and then they had sprinted off into the woods.
They phased out of the human realm once safely out of sight and then forming their protective spheres the siblings lifted off into the sky and flew due west, keeping inside the cloud layer to conceal them. Travelling beyond the speed of sound, they were at the River Oder within a few minutes.
And then travelled south a little until they came to the closest bridge that crossed the Oder river south of the city of Frankfurt an der Oder. Of course, the bridge was the centre point of two towns one on the Polish side, one on the German - and the bridge was covered by a tower with a guard post as well as guards at the mouth of the German side of the bridge and a pill-box with a machine gun emplacement inside it and even a four wheeled Sd.Kfz 222 scout car, with a miniature turret sporting a 2cm autocannon.
The brother and sister team descended quickly and then phased out of the Realm long enough to slip into the attic of a nearby building. And then they settled down for an hour or so to wait the approach of the rest of the Conglomeration.
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Urotsukidoji - Overfiend ‘44: The Hell Portal.