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Singled Out and Forgotten by God	By : BarnabasFrid Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Hitler Views: 1197 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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For the sea will swallow up the mountains
And the sky will throw thunder-bolts and sparks
Straight at you
But I'll come running
Straight to you
But I'll come running
One more time
Leni stared at her F�hrer with worshiping eyes. She slipped a hand entwined with celluloid around his neck and drew him close. Hitler did not like her display of comfort� or power. He stiffened as the director stood on her toes and whispered into his ear, �When I have completed this film the world will view you as the God I see standing before me.�

His palms rested on the woman�s shoulders. With a swift force, he pushed her to her knees. �Show me.� He ordered.

She could command a film crew. She could direct actors and she could hold a state spellbound with her eyes, but Leni Riefenstahl was about to show total submission to Germany�s newly appointed Chancellor.

As she shifted her weight from one knee to another, the woman�s right hand reached to open the buckle on Hitler�s belt. The sound of her heart pounded within her skull, her fingers quivered as they began the central task of unfastening the buttons keeping his pants closed.

Above all, Leni was an actress and she knew the fulfillment of this single desire was not enough to arouse her F�hrer. This man needed to be coddled. He needed to be admired and revered.

�Do you remember? That first rally?� She uttered as she worked the clothing to his ankles. Hitler pressed his hand against the back of Leni�s head, urging her closer to his uncovered form. �For me it was as though the globe split in half and suddenly the center opened up and a huge fountain of water came spurting out. I felt as though I were paralyzed.�

Hitler reached forward and flipped the switch to the projector. Having been outside the door a few minutes before entering Riefenstahl�s editing room, he knew the film playing was the final speech of the 1934 Nuremberg Rally. The room was immediately overflowing with the startling explosion of his voice. Leni�s hands instantly grabbed his thighs as she crushed her mouth to the skin just above his sex. She was surprised to feel no hair. The pale flesh was smooth and free of any indication that he might have shaved it away.

�For them it is not simple enough to make the pledge �I believe!� Rather, the affirmation: �I fight!�

The sound of his recorded voice urged her on as her hand traveled from Hitler�s thigh to his belly. Leni played across the skin, turning circles with her fingertips. She could detect arousal in the heightened bumps forming on the flesh. Waiting for a sign to continue, she permitted her own awakening to be identified with a sigh.

Hitler�s forceful contact required Leni�s hand to wrap around his half hardened penis. His own words ringing throughout the room instilled a reinforced sense of authority. �That�s it. Yes Leni, that�s it. Show me.� Closing his eyes, Hitler summoned memories of that Rally. The unrelenting shouts, the ongoing cries of �Heil!� it caused his excitement to grow, his erection now fully formed and aching in Leni�s expert hand.

The curse of impotency afflicted Adolf Hitler on occasion, and he learned the art of keeping himself roused once an erection was achieved. Just as her lips grazed the tip, Hitler grabbed Leni�s hair with both hands and tugged violently. Her intuition told her to move away immediately.

�Good girl. Stand up Leni, I want to see you.� As she rose before him, her eyes took in her F�hrer�s figure. The legs were smooth and incredibly pale. And though he presented the world with an air of power and energy, Hitler�s muscles were only scarcely defined. The absence of body hair puzzled her. Her camera had captured so many visions of his full moustache, his unruly hair blowing ferociously in one motorcade after another.

�Slowly...� He instructed in a firm voice as she freed the buttons closing her blouse.
She obeyed, gradually working the material from her body. The tailored pants fell to the floor and collected at her feet. She was not the definition of the perfect Nazi woman. Though her body was toned and beautiful, Leni Riefenstahl was an independent, unmarried and childless female. And in the core of his soul a greater need formed to overpower her.

�And then these two institutions will equally educate the German man and, therefore strengthen and carry on their shoulders the German state, the German Reich!� The representation playing on the wall behind him moved Leni to absolute rapture. The fisted hands, the Brownshirt uniform soaked though with sweat, his distorted voice and the majesty of his brilliant words turned all attention away from the actual source standing uncovered in front of her.

The burning sensation of his hand striking her cheek brought her concentration back to the present. �I am here, Leni. Pay attention to the moment! Our time is at hand.� She reached up and grabbed the ends of his coat and shirttails, pulling down on the fabric. Bowing her head, Leni immediately took the head of Hitler�s penis in her mouth. He reached back to steady himself on a nearby chair as the fingers of her left hand slid from his remaining clothing to the base of his sex.

Leni�s tongue moved over the swollen tip and Hitler stiffened as her lips closed over the flesh. His eyes fluttered as his head fell back. The ardent moans coming from her throat cut through the sound of the projector. Her thoughts, her attentions were directed solely towards her F�hrer�s sex. Leni did not realize that he had lessened his reserve and permitted himself verbalize his pleasure.

She took Hitler�s erection further into her mouth, breathing in through her nose. His hand fell on the back of her head once again, forcing her closer. Pushing him deeper. �That�s right. Yes, don�t stop. Until I say, do not stop.� His voice was rock-hard and his fingers dug through Leni�s hair with such force she could hear the follicles scrunch beneath his touch. �Tough as leather and hard as Krupp steel.� He gasped as he struggled to take in air. And he was, for all the rumors she had heard about his personal life. Leni�s was delighted to feel Hitler�s strict sex filling her mouth, reacting to her efforts.

The footage was nearing its end, exacting what Hitler had always tried during his speeches�orgasm. �And again people will come and go and they will be engrossed anew and happy and inspired...� Each statement was like a powerful thrust from an eager lover. �� For the idea and the Movement live on in our people and with the Movement our symbol of eternity!�

Leni was lost. Misplaced and forgotten. It was only the present crash of her F�hrer�s voice that roused her from the grandeur of the past instant. �Leni!� And Hitler slammed the heel of his hand into the woman�s forehead. �Stop!� She came to, and opened her eyes to see and feel his ejaculation come in spurts, warm and thick against her exposed skin.
�Long live the National Socialist Movement! Long live Germany!� The recorded sound of his voice was reinforced by the incredibly vein and arrogant Adolf Hitler, who also spoke the words aloud. His face contorted, as the last of the ejaculate fell on his submissive woman. It was a look of satisfaction and contentment, and Leni felt the wetness between her legs increase as she watched his mouth form an elated smile. She wanted to run him down, to attack him. She wanted to gorge herself on his body as he had used hers.
Within moments, he had dressed himself. And Leni remained silent, still on her knees. He ran a shaky hand along his hairline, temporarily taming the wandering strands. �You�ll let me know when your work is completed.�
It wasn�t a question.
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