Chapter 11

(PART 2 – THE BELFAST CONNECTION)

The Nazi U-boat that was lurking off the coast of Northern Ireland on that rainy morning in 1945 was submerged at periscope depth with all the crew and passengers in a state of nervous anticipation.

Up to that point, everything was going according to plan and the sedated Leader of the Third Reich was only semi-conscious and barely aware of his surroundings. Of course, he had been read into the plan from the very beginning and was in full accord with the last desperate attempt to replace the failing Reich with a new political power that would far surpass the earlier effort.

The fake Hitler had been burned in the firepit outside the final bunker with over a hundred witnesses and the fast approaching Russians were all too quick to claim victory and final defeat for their mortal enemy, the Third Reich.

Only a handful of Nazi insiders had been privy to the plan.

It was necessary because the High Command was required to be ignorant of the details in order to make it a total success. Many of the Nazi commanders fled to South America or even the United States to avoid retribution for their war crimes against humanity and the deaths of millions of victims worldwide.

The next ten years were considered crucial to the success of the Fourth Reich provided the operation remained a secret during that period. After that ten year period of remaining out of sight and hopefully, out of mind, the key elements of the plan would spring into life and the seeds of the new system of government would be placed into fertile ground for cultivation for the coming harvest of new devoted followers.

Most of the well-known Nazi big shots were hunted down, committed suicide, or were executed for war crimes never suspecting that the Leader was not dead and that the plan for continuation of the Nazi Regime was in place and thriving with strict need for secrecy above all else.

I was on the submarine destined to be the Leader’s female nurse during his transition from leader of the Axis of Evil to University lecturer on the causes of World War II.

My sponsor Major Karl and the mysterious Colonel Brandt were my associates and only they knew me to be a former concentration camp detainee called Eva the Jew-girl from Krakow. They did not know that I was a time-traveler from the year 2020 and had been a non-Jewish male called John Smith from New York City. I wore the SS Death’s Head pin given to me by my former mentor Captain Simone a female SS officer with special powers granted her by the “Occult Department” of the Nazi headquarters in Berlin. Karl used my body shamelessly and would often humiliate and degrade me because he believed I was a Jew and deserved to be treated in such a manner. I sensed that he suspected I was an undercover agent of the “Occult Department”. I didn’t discourage him in this suspicion because the truth I hid was more insidious than the fiction.

That was the least of my worries, as I found that Hitler considered me to be his personal service provider for nocturnal adventures. I quickly discovered that he was not in the least bit perverted and was strictly a “meat and potatoes” man when it came to bedroom action behind closed doors.

Thus, it became my disappointing fate to be carrying Hitler’s baby in the spring of 1946 despite my American origins and transfer into the body of a Jewish prisoner called Eva the Jew from Krakow. My Jewish background was a well-kept secret from him and only Karl and the mysterious Colonel Brandt knew of my concentration camp sojourn.

Karl was doing me from behind on that beautiful spring day with my little baby bump just beginning to show under my thin simple frock. I took his rough treatment with enjoyment because it was my favorite sort of copulation. I liked the danger of being forced from behind and his cock was no longer able to impregnate me since I was already pregnant. The dedicated Nazi pounded me relentlessly and spanked both of my plump cheeks with his manly hands. It was so exciting that I had an instantaneous orgasm that soaked my frock and ran down my slender legs to the wooden floor beneath.

Our defenders in the isolated villa were mostly ex-British servicemen employed by Colonel Brandt for security reasons. We were in a part of Northern Ireland that was mostly Protestant and not at all in favor of the Catholic Irish militias surrounding us to the south.

The wild parades of VE day were still rampant in certain areas and there was a scent of victory in the air that bothered our little group with me the only exception. The newspapers carried the story of the final days of the Third Reich and even though it meant our deceit was a success it was discouraging nonetheless for the staunch remaining Nazis in the group.

This morning, we hosted a contingent of former Vichy French dignitaries coordinating with our small circle of Third Reich conspirators to help establish an infrastructure of pro-Nazi leadership in post-war France. One of the members of the delegation was a female Vichy Mayor of a medium sized French city famous for its tourist attractions before the rumble of war hit Europe for the second time in this militaristic century.

She was a still attractive well-dressed female in her early forties who had most likely lost her virginity during the first world war and had slept her way to the top in French politics in the hedonistic years afterwards like a cold-hearted bitch with no conscience.

Her name was Colette and despite her sexual excesses, she still had a fantastically tight pussy matched only by her tightly clenched rear door that she used for special occasions quite rarely.