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Singled Out and Forgotten by God	By : BarnabasFrid Category: Individual Celebrities > Hitler Views: 2568 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrity I am writing about. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Here it comes
Here it comes
It is there
It is there
Beating like a drum
My heart is a ghetto
My mind is a slum
And I search like a sleuth for my pleasure

His speech lasted an hour longer then he had planned. More then a few well-wishers wanted to take him to dinner and by the time the bill was paid at the Café Heck, Hitler’s eyes were heavy with exhaustion. “Putzi” Hanfstaengl collected the weary man and drove him home. His chauffeur, Emil Maurice had already been dismissed after the speech.

“Go, Emil. And check on Geli. She was annoyed with me because I would not let her out tonight. Bring her some chocolate. Or flowers and a film magazine.” Hitler knew his driver had a crush on his niece. He also knew that Geli fancied his comrade as well. But it was closely watched, and their interaction was calculated and kept to a minimum.

He turned the key to his Munich apartment—Number 16 Prinzregentenplatz. It was well after three in the morning and silence washed over the household. Hitler sighed as he dropped the key into a glass bowl by the door, noticing Geli’s key previously there. It was a comfort to him to know the girl was home… waiting for him.

Climbing the stairs, Hitler heard some whispering, and then a string of footsteps in the room next to his; Geli’s. A low tone and a female giggle, and at once the door flung open. Emil was still dressed, but his niece was in her nightgown. It was sheer, pink and made of the most expensive silks that Hitler could buy. And just so, as he had only taken the girl shopping that morning.

“Mein Führer!” Emil shouted, his face plastered with fear. He scrambled to his feet and offered Hitler the Nazi salute. “Heil Hitler!”

“He told you to bring me the magazines, we’ve done nothing wrong.” Geli said gently as she turned and smiled pleasantly in her uncle’s direction. “Uncle Alf is only envious that he was not to see me in this nightdress first.” She sat then, on the edge of her bed and hiked the skirt past her knee.

Hitler’s eyes fluttered as he watched his niece. Very little was left for him to imagine. “Won’t you be pleased to see me in this when you get home tonight?” She purred in the shop that morning.

“Out.” He barked at Emil.

“Mein Führer, tomorrow you have a meeting at the Brown House. Nine o’clock, I believe…” Emil stuttered on his way to the door.

“Out!” Hitler bellowed. And he lifted a small wooden chair near Geli’s desk and hurled it against the adjacent wall. As it broke to bits, Geli folded her arms across her chest. She watched the terrified young man flee the room, and her side.

“Really Uncle Alf and that was my favorite chair!” She chided, walking to him. The girl’s hips swayed against the material of her gown and Hitler watched hypnotized. “And you stink! Can’t you bathe before coming in here after one of your evenings out?”

The sound of flesh slapping flesh whistled through the air as Hitler struck his niece brutally across the mouth. He grabbed her arms and held them at her sides, forcing her back against the wall.

“You never tire, do you? Making a mockery of me before my subjects? Did you not hear a word I said?” The last sentence, each word elongated and over pronounced. “Your visits with Emil are to be kept short, and certainly not at three in the morning… in your nightgown!”

It was useless to answer him.

“I stink? I was out this evening talking my throat raw to pay for the things you ask me for! Two and a half hours of scripted oratory, and then another four in that restaurant. Look how you live! How you are dressed!” Spittle formed at Hitler’s lips, his hands left her arms and fisted, waving about his head. “This room reeks of sex Geli! And you have the nerve to tell me that I stink?”

He walked to the door and pushed it shut, but did not bother to lock it. Geli took a sudden breath and held her hand over her mouth. It was not a frightened action, more an excited anticipation of what was to come. Hitler sat on the cushioned chair close to the door and patted his lap. Anger manifested in his brow where veins were straining and bulging beneath the skin. His niece did not need to be instructed. She lay over his lap in a fluid motion, hardly bearing weight on her uncle’s knees. Her breath came quicker now, and Hitler felt the flexing of her stomach muscles touching his thigh. She had pulled the nightgown past her hips so the bare flesh rested on him.

The burn of his palm against her buttocks forced a groan from Geli’s lips. A second, a third. And the girl began to writhe over her uncle’s legs. Her hands spread to his calves, grabbing the leather straps that held his socks up. “Will you not tie me up with these Uncle Alf? Fasten me to bed post, scar me with your dog whip.”

The blows came softer now. And after the fifth strike, he allowed his hand to sit on the reddened flesh before him.

“Scar me, Uncle Alf. So anyone that might see my body will know I belong to you. I only gave it to him… because you would not give me yours.” She pushed her hips into Hitler’s thigh, widening her legs and swiveling her behind in a circling motion. Her groans grew in pitch, and it was plain that his niece was aroused.

Hitler’s head charged backward and he smashed it against the wall behind him, closing his eyes as he whispered her name. The trembling fingers passed over his niece’s legs as they kicked wildly in a deliberately lewd rhythm. He seized her arms and tried anxiously to slow her movement. But the girl frenzied and Hitler finally used his own strength to force the girl on the cold weaving of wood on the floor.

“Are you playing the harlot with me, Princess? The wonton child who never gets her way?” Hitler knelt over his thrashing niece and pinioned her hips to the flooring with his knees. “Did I intrude on you and Emil? Shall I call him back here?” And his right hand moved immediately to spread Geli’s legs apart, slipping a finger deep inside her damp sex.

“I want you, Uncle Alf…” She panted, feeling the rough assault between her legs. Her hands reached up to forcefully heave him down over her body. Hitler kissed her eagerly on the lips. She reciprocated as if she had been waiting all of her young beautiful life.

He grunted with pleasure as Geli’s lips devoured his own. Her fingers inched and pushed past the waistband of his suit. Her mouth broke away from the kiss, “I could smell you the moment you walked into my room. You stink of sweat and beer. How many of the woman fainted tonight after you spoke? I can feel the hatred filling your cock, the hardness in your soul. Put it inside of me. Empty your revulsion between my legs. Uncle… Let me house it for you. ” She placed her left hand on Hitler’s back and dug her nails deep into his skin. Blood seeped from the scuff and he cried out in blissful pain. “Take me, my King,” she whispered in an ardent tone, “My King of Munich…”

He called her Princess again and again, tearing at her clothing. Ripping the silk from her body, his hands explored the folds of her sex as she entwined her fingers around her uncle’s. She channeled Hitler’s touch against her inner thigh.

He wheezed, gasping for breath. “Not like this. You are too decadent tonight. Geli, I worship you. Can you not see this?” She took his earlobe between her teeth and bit down with vigor. Hitler savored the pain and closed his eyes, letting a breath echo along the side of his niece’s head. Her nails dug deeper and he could feel the seep of blood trickle down his back. The white material of his shirt became torn and stained.

“I want you, Uncle Alf. The game we’ve played… The hinting. You torture me. Do you think I cannot see how you look at me?” She pulled his belt open and franticly unfastened each button till she was able gain access to his penis, through the thick long underwear. “I am only pretending to sleep when you open my door at night.”

Geli covered her uncle’s erection with her fingers. She did not want it wasted. The servants told her often of his inability to stay hard, if even at all. His cries of ecstasy came quicker now, and he allowed her to place his penis inside of her.

“I had no intension of possessing you like this,” he grunted. Hitler clenched the muscles of his buttocks and thrust his hips so he could push himself deeper within his niece. “My beautiful Princess, how sanctified you are …” He wanted to go on, but he felt his actions were forced. His fingers traveled over her body as if it were some ancient sought after Aryan relic.

But her agenda was singular. She wanted her uncle to fuck her. She wanted him to take charge. She wanted to stimulate him with pain. He continued with his adoring words and it almost seemed to mock her. Her hands took his face and she gazed into his piercing blue eyes. “Harder!”

Hitler secured himself above the girl placing his hands on either side of her shoulders, flat against the floor. He plunged himself deeper. “Harder?” He asked in a distorted voice.

“Harder!” She screeched, her hips rising to meet his. The sweat glistened on his face and as she reached up to rip open his shirt she could feel the material soaked through. He still wore his simple pinstriped blue suit, but through the vest and the underwear she formed her hands into claws, tearing and scraping at his chest. The blood mixed with moisture along his skin and streamed down his belly.

“Harder!” He shouted, grinding into his niece with a frightening animalistic force. The deeper her nails cut, the more skin she slashed caused his erection to stiffen. “Harder!” It became a mantra, rumbling through the room.

“Yes! Harder! Harder Uncle Alf!” His blood and sweat covered her fingers. And she spread it over his hairless chest. Straining her neck, Geli kissed his collarbone. She bit at the skin and trailed her tongue downward till it reached his nipple. She circled it with her tongue’s tip, then bit and sucked it into her mouth.

“Harder!” Hitler roared. And she did. Biting down with strength, she could feel his blood and sweat dripping over her face. Hitler’s hips were in a fury, moving and shoving in and out of his niece with such fascination. Such excitement. Such enthusiasm. His verbalized animation thrilled Geli, now almost completely covered in her uncle’s fluid.

“Make me,” She whispered. She could hardly go on. Her body ached for orgasm. As it did earlier when she closed her eyes as Emil kissed her. “Make me come. Make me come, Uncle Alf…” He almost didn’t hear, snarling and screaming his own pleasure. It made him feel dirty to desecrate her like this. Though his very core wanted her, she was his own flesh and blood. Still, how could he be offended by such a union? His own parents were uncle and niece. His beloved mother, called his father “Uncle” till the he died. And to follow in his mothers footsteps was the best way to honor Klara Hitler’s memory.

“Can you feel me?” he whispered, ever in control of this girl. And Hitler placed his cupped hand over Geli’s mouth. She moaned through her uncle’s fingers. “No… show me. Do not tell me. Show me, Geli…” She wrapped her arms around his back and crushed her breasts against his blood dirtied chest. Still perched above his niece’s body, Hitler felt her hips pound against his.

“Who is fucking you?” He asked, again in a quiet whisper.

Geli was condensed to a frenzy of grinding and blaring groans. She tried to form words, “My uncle… Uncle Alf. ” and reached to push his hand away. A task easily accomplished. “Fucking me… Uncle Alf!”

“Beautiful girl… sweet Geli,” And Hitler felt his own orgasm burst as his niece jerked beneath him. Immediately he slipped his penis from the girl. Under no circumstances would he allow her to carry his child. He hurled himself on his back and brought Geli above him.

“Now.” And he reached for the girl’s shoulders, urging her to her feet.

“Uncle please, I hate this game.” Geli whispered and she stood over him. Hitler’s hand slithered up her thighs and she knew her pleads would fail. Just as they always had in the past. His sexual taste was far from normal, it was hardly mentioned in any of the books Geli studied in medical school. Her face burned red as she complied with his requests. His reaction was always the same. He growled that he was unworthy of her love, that he was vermin, that he was filth that needed to be cleansed. It was she that washed him clean though he’d never be valuable…

Soon after, Geli slipped into her bed and pulled the covers up to her chin. She was getting accustomed to this now and each time it made sleeping afterward a bit easier to hear her contented uncle’s gentle breath pattern as he slept on the floor beside her bed, shivering in a puddle of his niece’s urine.
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