Chapter 8

The captain of the Nazi U-boat had been formerly the leader of a multi-submarine Wolf Pack way back in 1939. The fact that he had survived was a tribute to his survival skills and his willingness to break the rules of naval warfare to fight another day.

His son’s photo hung on the wall of his tiny compartment office showing him standing on the command deck of another U-boat. He had been under his father’s command on the fateful day when Captain Kreigman had raided the French fleet off the coast of North Africa. The ships were anchored under the protection of the pompous Government that promised them safe harbor. Everything was nice and safe on the surface, but the Wolf Pack was gathering underneath at periscope depth and attacked just as the French officers were sitting down to their evening meal with some of the finest wine from government cellars flowing freely served by nervous crewmen that had a gut feeling that things were not quite right.

The senior Captain Kreigman had lost four of his boats that day including his son’s. His Wolf Pack never recovered from the losses, because the construction yards were under siege by allied air power making any thought of building more submarines out of the question.

They secured the Leader in his private cabin and I was sent in to see to his comfort.

It came as a complete shock to my system that I was expected to bend over for his pleasure with a hood over my head because he wanted to believe it was his beloved sweetheart Ava Braun pushing back with such energy into his heated loins with satisfying wetness.

The dirty words hit my ears hard and heavy as he flooded my quim with his seeds. I knew he was small in stature in that area, but his enthusiasm was enough that he caused me to have a series of orgasms that made me feel immediately ashamed formy unforgivable enjoyment from the tingle he provided at a time of great danger.

I went straight away to Karl’s cabin to ask if I would be expected to furnish the Leader with female companionship as well. His answer was short and quite definitive.

“Yes!”

Then, he smiled at me and pushed his demanding thumb up my rear door entry and I forgot all about my uncomfortable feeling serving the Leader and gave into my passionate emotions without any feelings of guilt at all.

The U-boat was moving at top speed underwater as captain Kreigman sat at the head of the table with Colonel Brandt, Karl and myself as his guests. He had, of course, invited the Leader as well despite his muddled feelings about the Leader and all that he stood for in these closing moments of the Third Reich. In a sense, he blamed the Nazis for their lack of foresight in ensuring the construction of new submarines and their ruthless destruction of innocent civilian targets on the high seas. Colonel Brandt was surprisingly quiet as he listened to the Captain’s thoughts about naval warfare and I sensed that he was staying undercover as the real brains behind this entire plan to prolong the Nazi regime far longer than the end of the struggle for world domination. I knew him as a realist and he had no illusions of snatching victory from the jaws of defeat. However, I knew he was a fantastic chess player and I had played against many Russians who played it almost from birth as much as time would allow.

Karl was drinking far too much, and I knew he would be a wild man in bed that night.

My knee was touching the Captain’s under the tablecloth and I felt his inquisitive fingers travel slowly up the inside of my leg almost to my French panties that I treasured as my only contact with decadent society and my concession to internal sexual thoughts about things of that nature.

Finally, his fingertips were pressing into my feminine folds and I knew my wetness was a dead giveaway of my not so innocent dirty thoughts about contact between a man and a woman under private circumstances.

I had my secret thoughts about changing from a male to a female during time travel to myself. I kept my hidden shame of concentration camp survival above all else and the supposed Jewishness that put me there in the first place. I knew he knew that I was servicing the Leader with my body as well as my brain and that I was a whore for Karl whenever he snapped his fingers, but he hid his feelings on the subject, and I thought him to be a gentleman with normal male instincts.

It took all my scant abilities as an actress to hide my shameful orgasm from the U-boat Captain’s fingers under the tablecloth.

I suspected Karl was aware of my reaction and the audacity of the Nazi U-boat commander. However, since he was outranked by the Captain, he wisely kept his mouth shut and ignored it completely.

The leader had taken to his stateroom with one of his constant headaches and he had requested that I attend him as soon as the meal was finished. I had already been subjected to furnishing him oral sex on no less than three instances and our journey was of short duration.

I had to smile because I was quite popular that evening.

First, I had to attend to the revitalized Hitler, then, I was expected to visit the U-boat Captain when the leader was finished with me, and, finally, I would be expected to sleep with Karl in his cabin and I knew he would be using his belt on my bottom because I had been a slut at the dinner table.