Singled Out And Forgotten by God
by BarnabasFrid
What if this hole contains a charade?
And behind it all, there's a price to be paid
For blood which we dine
Just fight in the name of The Holy and The Divine
Adolf Hitler and Eva, his bride of 36 hours, walked quietly down the dimly lit hallway in the dank Führer-Bunker. They had only just said their goodbyes to the remaining inhabitants below the Chancellery in war torn Berlin, Germany. Frau Goebbels cried when Hitler presented her with a medal--The Noblest Mother of The Reich. His quiet and sweet secretary Traudl, with whom he'd always been paternal, was given a gentle touch of the cheek and a few inaudible words.
As the two approached Hitler's quarters, he stopped and turned to Eva. Kissing the woman gently and devotedly, full on the lips. No one had ever witnessed such a display of affection between the two. And no one dared comment on it now.
Hitler turned the knob and pushed open the door to his quarters. A faint smile broke his stern countenance as he motioned for Eva to enter first. His shaky left hand lifted to graze his wife's hair as she passed by.
She busied herself at his dresser, straightening varied papers and items. Her own affairs had been settled, yet ever worried about Hitler, his long-time companion wanted to be all the more sure his things were in order. The atmosphere in the room was fatal, the scent of collapse pervaded in thick clouds. Eva's hands trembled. Though she did not fear the decision she had made, to die at the side of her Führer, the actual carrying out troubled her. Her own suicide-- a simple bite of the ampule. But his? Would the trigger be pulled at the right time? Hitler gradually made his way to the sofa and sat, sinking deep into its lush cushions.
"Kommen Sie Eva, sitzen Sie auf meiner Runde." Come Eva, sit on my lap.>
She smiled and sat sideways on the Führer's knee. Reaching her arms around his neck. "Ich werde mein Führer nicht erschrocken. Ich sagte Ihnen, dass ich Ihnen irgendwo sogar zu Tod folgen würde. " I'm not frightened mein Führer. I told you I'd follow you anywhere, even unto death.> Nestling her blonde hair into Hitler's shoulder, Eva's fingertips found the shaved skin at the back of his neck and caressed it tenderly.
"Nein, Mein Liebes Wenig Ein. Sehen Sie mir ins Gesicht." No, "My Dear Little One". Face me.>
A tear slipped from his lash as Eva began to moan, she opened her eyes to notice this. Hitler's gaze never left his wife. She bore down on his rigid penis with shameless ache and watched as his facial features twisted with affected bliss. He murmured the three words her Wolf rarely used, yet often proved through action.
"Ich liebe dich.> " I love you.
Eva dipped her head and kissed her husband's mouth, speaking into the skin, "Mein Führer." Her passions were entirely aroused now and she felt Hitler shudder and buck against her body.
Reaching to take her breasts in his hands, ""Ich konnte nicht es geben, ich konnte nicht Ihnen die Nation geben, die ich versprach." I couldn't give it, I couldn't give you the nation I promised.> The familiar anger welled, and she could feel it in his thrusts. One for each statement. "Deutschland ist in Ruine. Und Sie haben einen gebrochenen Mann, um mit Ihnen zu Tode zu nehmen! " Germany is in ruin. And you have a broken man to take with you to death!>
"From our first meeting I swore to follow you anywhere. Even onto death. I live only for your love." She had written to him after an assassination attempt last year. In his crazed fashion, he gave her everything. Everything he was capable of. It wasn't the clothes or shoes. The houses or cars. It was the calm smile that graced his face when they saw each other after months of estrangement. The way she'd lay his head on her breast and sit in silence for hours while stroking the closely cropped hair at his temple.
"Ich mühte mich, zu reinigen und eine Nation zu sterilisieren, um von neuem vom Grund gebaut zu werden. Eine für Sie gesunde Welt, um darin zu bestehen. Kein Hindernis konnte von der Vollkommenheit im Weg sein. Vollkommenheit zwang ich vorwärts. Für Sie. " I strove to cleanse and sanitize a nation to be built anew from the ground up. A world fit for you to exist in. No obstacle could stand in the way of perfection. Perfection I forced onward. For you.> Hitler pushed Eva to her side, a temporary halt in the rhythmic grind caused a groan from her lips. At once he pulled her close, allowing her legs to wrap around his. "Und jetzt werden Sie verlassen, gefilterte Luft zwei Geschichten unter einer Stadt zu atmen, die ich einmal mit der Bequemlichkeit kontrollierte. " And now you are left to breathe filtered air two stories below a city I once controlled with ease.>
"Sie geben mir," You give me> Eva's voice was climbing in pitch. "…das ewige Geschenk des Himmels durch Ihre Seite, Adi. " the eternal gift of Heaven by your side, Adi.> His face crushed against her breast, straining to take the taught skin of the nipple between his teeth. "Adi ..." Hitler reduced her to whimpers and repeated bursts of his name.
How could she know he was thinking not only of Eva, but of his Princess.
Just how deep do you believe
Will you bite the hand that feeds
Will you chew until it bleeds
Can you get up off your knees
Are you brave enough to see
Do you want to change it
The girl squirmed in his arms. The butt of her hand pushed against his chest. "Nicht hier, Onkel Alf! Wenn irgendjemand uns sah! " Not here, Uncle Alf! If anyone saw us!> Her hand was immediately taken, and Geli was led through the threshold to the main bedroom.
Hitler's niece leaned against the high backed chair near her uncle's bed. "Solch ein Blick in Ihrem Augenonkel Alf wünsche ich, dass ich wusste, was sich innerhalb Ihres Kopfs rührte. " Such a look in your eye Uncle Alf, I wish I knew what stirred within your head.> Geli smiled, already aroused. Her fondness had long grown beyond avuncular feelings, and she began to undo the buttons holding back her breasts. He walked to her, after allowing the door to shut behind him, tangling his fingers within her dark hair. Gently tugging a few locks close to his face as he leaned in, Hitler drew a deep breath, inhaling her fragrance. "Die Dinge er lässt mich tun ..." The things he makes me do …> She whispered.
The heat of his breath on her neck ... the raised, irritated redness his mustache caused … the warm sensation of his lips kissing the flesh had Geli moaning with delight. Franticly, she tore the shirt from her body, pulled her brassier away, exposing herself. Hitler's left hand sprung to house a breast inside. Her uncle's mouth traveled upward, nipping at her chin. She said in a giggling tone, Liebevoll. Charmant. Ich liebe dich wie das. " Affectionate. Charming. I love you like this.>
Her words scathed him. Hitler knew she loathed the games he devised. The actions he forced her into. The shit. The piss. The beatings he'd ask her to administer. Let her this once, see him as no one ever had. Daily, in typical situations, Geli reduced her uncle to a tranquility he had never felt before. Between the two, the relationship was sacred. Incestuous. Dazzling. Elegant. Leaping over barriers and destroying the fence separating truths and falsehoods.
His hand dropped from her breast, bending to gather her skirt lifting it upward. Wiggling past the satin covering , she gasped as her uncle slipped a finger inside her waiting sex. "Ja! Onkel Alf! Ja! Ich liebe dich wie das! " Yes! Uncle Alf! Yes! I love you like this!> Geli melted into Hitler's unyielding form. He was silent, reserved for special circumstance, this hush proved to demonstrate his fervor, his need to please her. The rising pace of his breathing only excited her more. "Nehmen Sie meinen Körper, Sie haben meine Seele. Mein Wolf … will ich Sie in mir. " Take my body, you have my soul. My Wolf … I want you inside of me.>
Hitler motioned to the bed, and Geli followed. Sitting on the smooth coverlet she lay back as her uncle moved beside her. Reaching to direct his penis, she watched with amazement as he exacted his legendary stare. Trapped in his wonder, she found herself pleading a second time, "Kommen Sie in mir. " Come inside of me.> And Hitler obeyed, as was his reaction to all Geli's commands of this nature.
The girl squealed with ecstasy, the power behind her uncle's thrusts was shocking. Enticing. Immoral. It had been almost a year now, these events between uncle and niece. She was captivated by him. Sometimes she thought herself in love with Adolf Hitler. But the sado-masochism, beating him with whips … Geli wanted affection from her uncle, not orders for abuse.
Tonight was different, and as he pushed his stiff sex into his readied niece, she could hear his pains to remain silent had failed. Hitler grunted as Geli's hips rose to meet his. Hands were slapping against each other in labors to make contact with flesh. Each endeavor to speak was blocked with a kiss.
Geli's sighs grew to a fevered pitch. Hitler anchored himself above her with pale and thin arms, where her hands had gripped and left welts. He never shut his eyes, simply exerting a steel watch over his young lover.
At length, her uncle jolted. Flinging his head back, Hitler pulled himself from his niece and released a guttural moan. "Lieber Geli. Mein Schatz. Meine Prinzessin," Dear Geli. My treasure. My princess. his voice gruff from the evening's political oratory. "Fühlten Sie meine Augen auf Ihnen? Hörten Sie meine zerlumpte Stimme? Als ob ich über Ihren nackten Körper seit Stunden gegrunzt hatte? " Did you feel my eyes on you? Did you hear my ragged voice? As if I had been grunting over your naked body for hours?> And as he said this, the seed spilt from within, onto the girl's stomach. She slid beneath him, smooth bellies moved effortlessly together. Geli took Hitler's face in her hands and kissed her uncle continually, still stirred by their love-making .
"Werden Sie die Hand beißen die füttert Sie? " Will you bite the hand that feeds you?> Hitler asked as he fell before Geli. Obedient and submissive.
"Werden Sie auf Ihren Knien nicht unten bleiben? " Will you stay down on your knees?> And his niece gripped her uncle's dog whip in her hand, cracking it severely against his side. As if she'd done this a thousand times.
You're keeping in step, and alive.
Got your chin held high,
And you feel just fine.
Because you do what you're told.
But inside your heart—it is black as a hole and its cold.
Hitler sat with his shabby overcoat spread across his lap. August Kubizek glanced over at his dear friend's face as the music swelled. Consumed with an overwhelming urge, a realized mutual need to share emotions, he reached beneath the material, laying a hand on Hitler's waist. Hitler did not shy away, but laid a trembling finger on August's wrist.
The digits fumbled with the buckle, pulling back the plastic belt. The zipper was soon opened and August felt at once the hardness twisting against his palm. Hitler kept his strict gaze on the opera, but gripped the arm of his seat with great energy.
The firm shaft leapt to his hand without difficulty, and August's finger swirled lightly over the swollen head of Hitler's penis. All the while, the man never moved his eyes from the opera. As his friend's hand rose, and slid down… the music gained a frenetic pace. And during the orgasmic final notes, as Hitler felt himself give way to release, he roared "Durch den Lebenden Gott, ja! Und ja wieder! " By the Living God, yes! And yes again!>
No one took notice. Even those who sat in close proximity. Frequenting the theater monthly, young Adolf was known to verbalize his approval of "The Master", Richard Wagner.
They walked home in silence. Enjoying the crisp air swirling about the bustling streets of Schwabing. Climbing the scores of steps to their shared room, Hitler remained a few behind, watching August move in advance. They came to the door.
"Gustl…" Hitler placed a white and delicate hand on his comrade's shoulder, fingers engrossing the fabric. As he turned around to face his companion, August smiled, noting the worship within the other's eyes.
"Ich weiß Adi. Das wird davon nie gesprochen. " I know Adi. This will never be spoken of.> And they disappeared into the room. Together.
So at ease,
I keep holding on to what I want to believe
I can see,
That I keep holding on and on and on and on.