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27610 by: Jerome Parks
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The Jewess
By Jerome Parks
Brilliant people in conflict with brilliant people. Follow the labyrinth of
move and counter-move as Rita Adler (The Jewess) evolves from ordinary woman to
formidable adversary.
CHAPTER 1
1943: BERCHTESGADEN
Adolph Hitler gasped for air. A low moan sounded deep in his throat.
His right hand slid up and down his erection in ever faster movements. His left
hand held a glass jar over the head of his penis. His body suddenly spasmed
against the plush of the soft leather couch. A primeval scream partially
suppressed through clenched teeth resounded through the room. The sound was
deadened by the rich tapestries that covered the walls of the semi-dark office.
Still breathing heavily, the leader of the Third Reich held the jar
up to a light and studied the sticky substance slowly sliding down the insides
of the container. He stood, screwed the cap into place and set the jar on his
desk next to the untouched photographs of nude women in various provocative
poses. He forced his still semi-erect penis into his pants and buttoned his
fly. He looked down to see if his clothes were in proper array. Satisfied, he
bent over and picked up the picture of his mother that had fallen from his lap
during the final moment of ecstasy. He slid the picture into the inside breast
pocket of his tunic making sure it was deeply seated. He then pressed a buzzer
and left the room.
Moments later, Colonel Ludwig Schmidt, wearing the uniform of the
elite SS guard, entered and gathered the photographs. He placed them in an
envelope that had been lying on the desk. The envelope was marked "TOP SECRET"
in bold red letters across its front and back. The Colonel then took the jar
and placed it in an insulated steel‑cased box packed with dry ice. He closed
the cover and secured it with a heavy brass lock. From his pocket he removed a
small candle and cigarette lighter. After lighting the candle he held it so
that the hot wax dripped into the keyhole and the surrounding area of the lock.
He then pressed the face of a signet ring he was wearing against the still soft
wax. He then left the room taking the envelope and the box with him.
THE BERMUDA TRIANGLE, ONE YEAR LATER
The submarine's periscope cleaved the warm waters of the Caribbean
Sea exposing no more than two feet of camouflaged metal above the lapping
waves. It slowly rotated, scanning the horizon through the splash caused by the
mild tropical winds. The bright moonlight made the lone freighter on the
horizon stand out in bold silhouette.
"Down periscope," the Captain said, smartly folding the handle bars.
He turned to the young blond militarily erect man dressed in ordinary seaman's
clothes and said, "Come Colonel Schmidt, let us go to my quarters and go over
the plans for transferring the personnel to the freighter."
Sitting at the steel planning desk in the cramped quarters the
Captain faced the Colonel and said, "It is no secret the war is going badly.
The Allies are dominating the sea lanes and I have grave doubts about my
ability to get this sub and its crew back to the Fatherland. It is one thing to
die for the Fuhrer in battle; it is quite another to play nursemaid to a dozen
pregnant women. Can you not tell me as officer to officer what this is all
about? I promise you the information will go no further than within this room.
It would make our fate more bearable if I knew the sacrifice was of
consequential importance."
The Colonel studied the submarine's Captain across the desk before
answering. "The twelve women are pregnant with the Fuhrer's children."
The Captain sat dumbfounded. Finally he said, "Gottimhimmel! How is
it possible? All twelve? Why are they on this U-boat? What is this all about?"
As he started to speak, the Colonel's voice rose from low key to a
hysterical crescendo. "As you observed, Captain, the war is going badly. Our
Fuhrer is a brilliant man. He sees far beyond the immediacy of today's
battles—won or lost. He plans only for the ultimate domination of this globe by
pure Aryans. The twelve women represent the best of German womanhood, each the
purest Aryan. Each selected for breeding qualities of health and intelligence.
Each from families that bore predominantly male offspring.
“Through the use of eugenic selection and artificial insemination it
is the Fuhrer's plan to father a child in his own image. A child who would
possess his genius and determination. That child will be raised in America and
ultimately rise to a position of power. In America he will plant the seeds that
will mature into the Fourth Reich. He will become—The American Fuhrer.
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