Chapter 9

One of my many chores as the Leader’s personal assistant was to crush and mix his daily medications into his morning hot cereal to keep him on an even keel and far removed from the ups and downs of his violent temperament.

I took this process cautiously, because I had seen the reaction when he took a bite of the meal and discovered some gritty residue of a pill I had not crushed with full effect. His explosive reaction was enough to bring no less than two trained corpsmen to restrain him while I gave him the sedative that put him into a blessed stupor mumbling some rant about “poison” with his ever present paranoia about being murdered by his close associates to ensure his silence.

As one of the rare females onboard the tin can, I had to submit to Karl’s orders to furnish nocturnal relief to some of the high-ranking Nazis and to keep my mouth shut about who I was and the fact that I was a Jew. Since I was not even a female, much less a Jew, I followed his orders without question.

I looked through the periscope at the shoreline in the distance as we moved slowly at periscope depth off the coast of Northern Ireland. I imagined that it was actually the United States and I wanted desperately to return to my native land and proper gender and my correct place in the space-time continuum.

One of the SS officers that I was instructed to service was a blond haired, blue-eyed man in the familiar uniform with a red stripe on his trousers to indicate he was above the rank of General. I have to admit he was quite handsome, and his dick was far superior to most of men, including Hitler, that I had been assigned to tending while onboard the submarine.

I was certainly in full accord when he put me over his knees and started to spank my shameful buttocks with his masterful hands. The pain was absolutely delicious and I constantly looked up into his beautiful eyes to watch him gazing intently at my plump behind turning a nice shade of red with his concentrated attentions.

He told me his name was Steiner and that I was to push my ass up for him to enter. I was instructed to not say a single word and to do my best to stay quiet while he took his pleasure. It was hard for me to follow his instructions because he was so very handsome, and his cock was sheer delight to my transformed female form. I had evolved into a submissive bitch with the jump back in time and I accepted my role as a Jewish victim of Nazi evil intentions.

I heard his groans of release as if through a veil of fog and didn’t object when he flipped me over and took me missionary style with my ankles locked around his hips. He rode me quite expertly and even called me “Greta”. I had no idea who Greta was, but I was instantly jealous of his long-lost love either dead or disappeared in the winds of war.

I knew I was close to a fantastic orgasm and I did my best to hide that fact without success.

When he was finished, I cleaned him off with my busy little tongue and he patted me on the top of my head like I was a “good little girl” taking care of business. I saw his Top Secret folders spread out on the table and knew that he must be the intelligence officer that was arranging the Leader’s new role as commander of the Fourth Reich headquartered temporarily in Belfast hidden in a safe neighborhood where nobody asked any questions.

I reported the entire affair back to Karl and he wrote some notes in his little book.

He didn’t humiliate me, so I figured he was satisfied with my report and I took a short shower because the water was in short supply.

We surfaced later that evening shortly after midnight and only the lights of the buoys and the sweeping light from the lighthouse to the South cut through the fog to give us some sort of perspective on the

I was assigned to the second swift boat with Hitler, Karl and Doctor Brandt. The first boat was filled with a team of SS thugs heavily armed dressed in civilian clothes.

The entire area was filled with celebrating crowds of Brits, Catholic IRA members, and Northern Ireland Orangemen loyal to England and the Queen. The neighborhood that was our final destination was in a safe Protestant zone with a strong local police force and hordes of ex-servicemen loyal to the crown. The Nazi regime had done a deal with the military and the police that would ignore our presence providing we did not give any assistance to the Southern Irish and their Catholic fanatics that wanted the entire island to be under their control.

I knew the Nazis had stirred up the Irish pot of warring religious factions to create chaos in the ranks of British military forces and the result was the likelihood that Churchill would be defeated in the first post-war election despite his superior leadership during the period of hostilities.

There were a pair of lorries waiting for us at the edge of the beach and we all piled into them for the short trip to the isolated villa.

Karl had given the Leader a swig from his flask spiked with a mild sedative and he had to be supported by two of the SS men into the side door to the home and up the spiral staircase to the bedroom suite that would serve as his main headquarters for the opening phase of the Fourth Reich transfer.