The Dominafuhrer - THE GODMOTHER

Episode 52 - Here's Hitler

Cologne and Munich, June - August 1932

Even Scylla, with her total disinterest in politics, could not ignore the campaign leading up to the July 31^st election to the Reichstag. It filled the newspapers, the airwaves and the streets with posters, rallies and marches. She slammed her newspaper down on the breakfast table and let out a howl of despair.

“Oh I do hope that the Nazis do not win! That Goebbels has written an article in here in which he promises to clean up all the vice that he says is poisoning Germany. You know that includes us and what about Willi? If they find out about him, he’ll get beaten up or worse by their Stormtroopers.”

“I don’t think it’ll be that bad,” Kathi tried to reassure her. “I was talking to Mistress Sable about it on the telephone. She believes that the Nazis enjoy all these vices themselves too much to close them down. She has heard from the Sisterhood that Goebbels himself has a few secrets that he wouldn’t want the electorate to find out. As well as chasing young women, he likes to dress up as one and be punished. Mistress Sable thinks that there will be a big publicity campaign and everyone will just have to go underground for a while but otherwise it will be business the same as before. “ 

“It’s alright for her!” Scylla retorted. “Sable’s get plenty of influential clients to protect her. I just wish that a few more Nazis came to us.”

“Well you don’t exactly make them welcome and you did thrash one until he was unconscious,” Kathi observed.

“I won’t let anyone shit on me”, Scylla sniffed. “Besides, I haven’t broken the nose of one the local leaders. That story was all round the Steam Room. I can tell you that!”

Kathi pulled a face. “I still don’t think that they will bother us. We can keep our heads down if we have to but, if they are all as stupid as Max, they don’t stand a chance.”   

"Blut muss fliessen, Blut muss fliessen! Blut muss fliessen Knuppelhageldick! Haut'se doch zusammen, haut'se doch zusammen! Diese gotverdammte Juden Republik!"

Kathi paused in her shopping on the Schildergasse, to watch the Nazi election rally pass. Despite the fact they were still officially banned organisations, the SA and the SS were openly parading in their uniforms, with flags and banners, and singing their offensive and provocative songs as they marched. They were confident enough of their strength in numbers, and their expected victory, to defy the authorities and their enemies; the Socialists and the Communists, on the streets.

There was a warm summer breeze, which stirred Kathi’s copper hair (she refused to wear a hat) and flattened her thin dress against her figure and quite a few marchers’ heads turned to admire her as they passed. Not so Max Wallen who, waddling open legged at the head of his unit, kept the peak of his cap pulled down over his eyes and still beetroot coloured and squashed nose, refusing to meet Kathi’s amused stare.

The head of the parade slowed down as it reached the Neumarkt, bringing the rear sections to a halt, although the bands played on and the singing and chanting continued. Kathi was about to turn away when the uniformed leader of one of the Hitler Youth units left his column and ran over the join her on the curb.

“Fraulein, you are beautiful. Will you let me take you out tonight?”

Kathi was startled into silence and looked him up and down as she recovered and considered his invitation. He was tall, blonde, athletically built, very handsome and at least one, possibly two years younger than her but despite the pleading in his voice, he had a confident rather than arrogant manner. Kathi, despite her reservations about his political affiliations and his uniform, liked the look of him and made a decision.

“Ja, but on one condition.”

“What’s that?” her prospective date, pleasure and puzzlement on his face, enquired.    

 “You will have to wear long trousers,” Kathi replied, raising an amused eyebrow at the other’s bare legs between his shorts and his thick socks and marching boots.     

At that moment, the parade began to move forward again and another leader called out: “Achtung! Peter!”

“All right, I’m coming,” he answered and then touched Kathi on her bare arm, making her shiver. “Tonight at seven; outside the Dom.” The young man grinned and rang back to his place in the column amidst raucous calls from some of his comrades.

Kathi watched them move off to the accompaniment of furious tattoos from the drum section and then turned away, shaking her head and wondering what she had let herself in for now.

He was almost late; Kathi had been pacing up and down in front of the Cathedral’s main door for some minutes and, just as the bell in the tower started to toll the hour, she saw him come running into the far side of the square. As he approached her, pink faced and smoothing down his hair, she noted with amusement that he was wearing a pale grey suit, with a thin pin stripe, and a collar and tie, although there was an HJ badge pinned to the lapel of his jacket.

“Guten arben, Fraulien,” he panted. “I had to make sure that all the boys got home safely before I could go home myself and change. I was so afraid that you would not wait. Do you like beer?” 

Kathi indicated that she preferred wine and would like something to eat and her date said that he knew of a suitable place to go. In the event, it was a Bierkeller but it did serve meals and produced an excellent bottle of Rhinegau, the price of which, Kathi’s companion did not even blink an eyelid at.

“My name is Peter Schnellinger and I know who you are”, he began after they had ordered. “You are the girl who broke Max Wallen’s nose. There was a big fuss about that. He had been warned that his womanising could cause trouble because he is a party spokesman and his Father in Law is one of our biggest contributors. Everyone hopes that he has learnt his lesson and that it will soon be forgotten. Max himself refused to name you but I had seen you together and thought how beautiful you looked. I just had to find you and today, there you were on the Schildergasse.”

From that, Kathi guessed that Peter had no idea what her profession was and just described herself as a physical training instructor in the bare details that she told him about herself. Peter, on the other hand, was much more forthcoming. His Father was a prosperous business man who saw it as his patriotic duty to support the Nazi Party and had encouraged Peter to join the Hitler Youth in its early years and had approved when his son had decided to stay on as an adult leader rather than go to university. Peter had a good allowance which enabled to have his own little apartment in the city and work full time for the party.

Peter was proud of being a Nazi but, although not as rational as Max in discussing its aims and policies, was certainly not a fanatic. He stopped short of boasting and, like Max, did not try to convert Kathi to the same ideology but only, Kathi realised, because he thought that she was already like minded. Kathi decided to keep her own counsel and be non committal because she was enjoying the date and Peter’s youthful honesty was endearing.

He was open enough, when they were strolling hand in hand by the Kaiser Wilhelm Bridge over the Rhine after the meal, to ask Kathi if she would come back to his apartment to have sex with him and she had no problem with agreeing. Any doubts about the wisdom of her choice were soon dispelled when she saw Peter’s superb naked body and his ample genitals. He also proved to be an energetic lover with lots of staying power and a quick recovery time between each act of intercourse. Kathi felt he that he could have been more imaginative and inventive but, as she told Scylla the next morning, “I certainly know that I’ve been fucked!”

Kathi’s affair with Peter lasted for most of her remaining months in Cologne and, besides lots of sex; they dined together, went to the cinema and attended election rallies. At one of the latter, Kathi met Peter’s parents and was pleased at they way she managed to evade his mother’s awkward questions about her background. She wasn’t sure if she was falling in love with Peter but he was kind, considerate to her and, although resolute in his convictions, did not try to enforce them on her. Kathi wondered how to tell him that she would be moving to Dortmund in August.

The violent election campaign continued as all sides grew increasingly desperate. All over Germany; guns, knives and iron bars were used as often as words in the battle for votes and riots broke out everywhere culminating in a murderous encounter near Hamburg that became known as ‘Bloody Sunday’. In one week in June in the Rhineland there were deaths in Essen, Dortmund and Duisburg and a street battle in Cologne between the Police and the Nazis.  

As Election Day neared, Peter told Kathi that he had been selected to carry a banner at a final rally in Munich, in the last week of July, at which Adolf Hitler would speak and he asked her if she would like to come with him as he was permitted to apply for a ticket for a guest. The travel, rather than the rally, appealed to Kathi and she quickly accepted.

They had to leave early in the morning to make the 600 kilometer train journey and arrived at the Konigsplatz, a vast open area just outside the medieval city walls, several hours before the event was due to start. Even so, there were already thousands of singing and chanting supporters, many in uniform or traditional dress, queuing at the barricades for entry. Peter, carrying his carefully furled and wrapped banner, went to look for the arena party and Kathi joined the queue for the entrance number on her ticket. Kathi had no sooner been admitted through the barrier when she was confronted by another line of black uniformed SS members and she was stopped by one who demanded to see her ticket again. She was then questioned about her identity, where she came from and who had obtained the ticket for her. Puzzled by this, and the fact she was conscious of her appearance being equally closely scrutinised, Kathi answered truthfully but her interrogator still did not return her ticket.

“Mitkommen!” he snapped and led a now very nervous Kathi in a different direction to the one that everyone else was taking. Suddenly Kathi found herself inside the Konigsplatz, a big open square, built in the 19^th century at the intersection of four royal avenues by King Ludwig I of Bavaria. The four huge grassed areas in the centre were still empty of people and had been squared off with tapes and markers but the temporary stands and enclosures around the sides were filling up with spectators. Kathi felt that every eye was on her as she followed her escort along one of the roads towards the dais that had been erected on the steps of the Glyptothek, a museum in the classical Greek style, on the north side of the square. This building, like the other museum in the same style on the south and west sides and all the lampposts in the square were hung with blood red banners, adorned with swastikas. A huge swastika flag was draped behind the dais and another hung down the front of the speaker’s podium. There was a trestle table at the foot of the steps and Kathi’s escort addressed the SS trooper standing behind it, “Got another one for you.”

The second SS guard appraised Kathi and then smiled, “That’s better, a redhead this time. I’ve got too many blondes.” As the first trooper turned away the second handed Kathi a small posy of flowers and indicated the taped off areas on either side of the steps behind him. “Here you are, go and stand on the right.”

When she looked around at the others gathered behind the tapes on both sides of the steps, Kathi began to get an idea of why she had been selected and what would be required of her. They were in main like her, young, mostly female, all of whom carried posies, some wearing regional costumes like dirndls but, without exception, they were all beautiful people. Talking to them, Kathi found that they had, like her, been picked at random at the entrance by one of the SS troopers and brought to the steps. Kathi didn’t really mind, she was guaranteed a better view than the one she would have had from one of the enclosures on the side.

Forewarned by Peter, Kathi wore flat shoes, had a small flask in her handbag and had emptied her bladder before coming to the Konigsplatz because she had to stand for another couple of hours before the proceedings started. By then, not only had the spectator stands and enclosures filled up but the select groups had on the steps had grown as well until they were crushed together although Kathi, by a bit of pushing and shoving, managed to keep her place at the front.

Suddenly bands started up and torchbearers in SS, SA, Hitler Youth and the uniforms of other Nazi organisations filed into the arena, forming lines around the perimeter and along the avenues between the marked off grassed areas. Another line, solely SS troopers this time, formed up across the front of the steps.

They were followed by massed formations of uniformed party members, led by banners and flags into their assigned positions on the grass then, to great applause, more flags and banners were borne into the arena and filled the main north south intersecting road across the square. Although she could not make him out, Kathi knew that Peter was one of these. There was a long pause while the bands played more party music, including the dreadful ‘Horst Wessell’, before  more SS black uniformed troopers surrounded the dais and lined the steps in front of Kathi and her chosen companions.

By using her elbows, Kathi got herself between two of the guards shoulders just as a group of men ascended the steps and stood chatting near her. To her surprise, she recognised some of them from the cinema newsreels and newspaper photographs. There was Herman Goering, looked like a badly stuffed parcel in his brown uniform with the Order Pour Le Merité at his throat, laughing as he chatted to the bushy eye-browed Rudolf Hess. Ernst Rohm, the deep white scar standing out against the tanned skin of his right cheek, was being ignored by everyone else, although a bespectacled man in a black SS uniform never took his eyes of Rohm’s back. Inscrutable as Heinrich Himmler’s expression was, it still sent a shiver up Kathi’s spine. Then, she felt that she was being watched and looked around to meet the eyes of Josef Goebbels, who was standing with arms folded at the foot of the steps, scanning her section of the crowd. He limped up the steps until he faced Kathi and, giving her a wide toothy leer, asked her name; his eyebrows rising in surprise when she replied. “You are not from Munich? You sound like a Rhinelander, like me.”

“I’m from Essen, although I live in Köln, but I want to go to Berlin.”

“So do we, Kathi. So do we,“ Goebbels laughed. He took a small wallet out his pocket and extracted a card which he scribbled on before handing it to Kathi. “Look me up when you get to Berlin. I can help if you need a job.” Kathi gave him a grateful simpering smile and he turned away to be punched on the shoulder by Goering. “You bastard Josef, I spotted her first.”

Goering flashed a smile at Kathi but, before he could engage her in conversation, Goebbels had reached the top of the steps and waved his arm.

A fanfare of trumpets blew, floodlights came on and spotlights picked out a double line of SS guards advancing from the side of the arena. The crowd roared and applauded, drowning out the bands as they saw Adolf Hitler between the lines of his escorts. He raised his arm in salute but his face was impassive, apart from a faint smile. As he climbed the steps, preceded by film and news cameramen, and passed close to Kathi, she saw beads of sweat on his pale forehead, trembling lips and a wild look in his eyes. Kathi realised that the man was very nervous, probably because this was last act in the election which he believed would fulfill all his dreams. Those around her were screaming and shouting ‘Heil Hitler’ and Kathi was buffeted by arms raised in salute and those behind pressing forward to get a better look. She stood her ground and braced her self against the back of one of the SS guards who had linked arms to hold back the adulating spectators.

Goebbels was speaking into the microphones on the podium but his words were lost in the noise until he flung out his arm and bellowed “Adolf Hitler”.        

The noise level went even higher as Hitler stepped forward, shaking the hands of all his senior party members, even Rohm’s, on his way to the podium, acknowledging their stiff armed salutes with an upward flip of his wrist. When he finally stood behind the rows of microphones, he turned from side to side, raising his arm a little higher and blinking at the hundreds of flashlight bulbs popping below him. It took Goebbels to step forward and make calming gestures before the noise subsided enough for Hitler to begin his speech.

Hearing him live for the first time without the distortion of a sound recording or radio waves, Kathi realised how poor his German was, quite unlike the High German that she and most North Germans were used to, sometimes ungrammatical and even inarticulate but she had to acknowledge the power of his delivery. Afterwards, she had difficulty in remembering the contents of speech apart from some familiar propaganda, but she doubted if most of the crowd was bothered. They had come to see, hear and worship their party leader and, as his long speech neared its end and his voice rose to a higher pitch, the spectators were working themselves into a frenzy, shouting and applauding at each pause whether it was significant or not. In spite of her dislike of not being in control of herself, Kathi found herself being caught up in the mass hysteria around her, some of the women were having obvious orgasms and she too felt dampness in the gusset of her knickers. Each time the forest of arms around her went up in the Nazi salute, Kathi found her arm going up as well.

When Hitler finished speaking the crowd went wild, the massed ranks of uniformed party members saluted and chanted ‘Heil Hitler’ and the bands struck up tunes which were unrecognisable in the tumultuous noise. Hitler acknowledged the adulation for ten minutes, nodding his head as he looked from side to side with a grim smile.

To ‘Das Deutschlandlied’, he finally left the podium and, as more flashbulbs popped and camera spotlights followed him, he descended the steps. The crowds on either side surged forward, some throwing their posies in his path, and the SS guardsmen were hard pressed to stop them breaking through their lines. Kathi was being crushed between the two and like some others, escaped by ducking forward under the black uniformed arms. Hitler’s personal protection SS squad still surrounded him but he reached between them to shake outstretched hands or to accept posies which he passed to uniformed aides behind him. He beamed at Kathi as she was briefly jostled into his path and then thrust aside by a guard into the arms of Goebbels, who gave her a smile and a good grope as he whispered “See you in Berlin” in her ear.  

It was a good hour later before Kathi reached the City Centre rendezvous point and another half hour before a still excited Peter arrived. They had a hasty meal and then retired to the bedroom in the small hotel that Peter had booked for them, where they tore each others clothes off and had a night of frantic and frequent sex. 

They slept in each others arms on the train back to Cologne in the morning, emotionally drained and physically exhausted. They had a tearful parting at the Hauptbahnhof and went to their respective homes to wait for the polling to begin and the election results to come in.

The Nazis were surprised and angry that they only received 37% of the votes and won 230 seats in the Reichstag but Hitler demanded that he still be allowed to form a government as the leader of the largest party. President Hindenburg refused and Hitler equally refused to join a coalition government. With Goering elected President of the Reichstag, the cabinet found that they could not conduct any parliamentary business or pass legislation and another election was called in September.

Peter was disappointed by the July result but was confident that the Nazis would soon be triumphant at the polls. Before that however, he wanted to regularise his relationship with Kathi.     

“I think that we should now announce our engagement,” he told her over dinner in a restaurant. “When we take power there will be a lot of work to do and those who resist us will have to be dealt with so I will probably not have much time for courtship.”

Kathi listened open mouthed and then her face darkened ominously as Peter continued.

“We can get married very soon and you can start having babies. The party is proposing awards for mothers who have lots of children; you are strong and we shall see if we can earn one of the medals for you. Of course you will have to give up this domination business. That will not be appropriate for the wife of a party member and will be made illegal anyway.”

“You knew what I do?” Kathi asked, her voice dropping to a whisper.

“Max Wallen made it his business to tell me when he found out about us,” Peter shrugged. “I did not mind then but you will have to give it up now.”

Kathi resisted the urge to pick up Peter’s plate of Pork Knuckle and throw it in his face and, keeping strict control of her voice and temper, explained that, although she cared a great deal for Peter, she had no wish to get married at that time. She had ambitions and dreams to fulfill and marriage and motherhood in Cologne were not among them.

Peter stared at her, thought for a moment and then wiped his mouth with napkin. “Then there is nothing more to be said,” he declared as he stood up, threw some Marks on the table to pay for the meal and walked out. Kathi never saw him again.

The September election result was again disappointing for the Nazis: they lost votes and seats after a campaign in which Hitler seemed distracted and a secret compact with the Communists was revealed. The coalition Government struggled on and even more of the election weary voters deserted the Nazis in yet another election in November. It was only in January 1933 that President Hindenburg, to avoid the complete breakdown of government, appointed Adolf Hitler as Chancellor and asked him to form a coalition government.

By then Kathi had completed the final months of her novitiate in Dortmund with Mistress Sybille.



To continue this story, click Stirring Up Sybille

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