Such a Shame
Herr Ratten, an old Nazi dressed in black double-breasted dress tunic, black trousers, and black leather boots, sat on a bed and suckled from his great-granddaughter Gertrude.
“Ja! Is Matilda’s breast!” he said.
Milk dribbled from his mouth. Gertrude, sitting with her legs crossed, wearing only white cotton panties, giggled and wiped his chin with her thumb. She, like her great-grandmother, enjoyed a rare condition where the breasts filled often, though without child or pregnant. Ratten had travelled far to taste again Matilda’s milk.
Ratten held Gertrude’s babyish face. He ran his knobby fingers over her smooth, shaven head.
“A perfect angel, my Gertrude,” he smiled.
“Do you like my ink, Pappy?” she said.
Over her entire body were tattoo symbols of the Neo-Nazi. A crucified Hitler nestled between her tits.
Ratten shrugged. “Eh, I can admire passion.”
Ratten patted her hand. “My darling, you must be subtle. Appeal to common factory man, and middleclass type. This body art is silly. Is much too much. A Nazi today must blend.”
“Like the shape shifting Jew,” Gertrude said.
Ratten stood. “Insolence! You subvert our Reich with your idiot intentions and, and picture book ideations. The Space Reich does not need you. You serve Jew purpose like on puppet strings. Earth is a decadent Jew paradise! I’ll have this planet blown to bits! Yes, by Hitler! Mars is preferred to this toilet!”
Ratten prepared teleportation transport to his orbiting Space Reich vessel.
“No!” Gertrude shouted. She knocked the device from his hands.
Ratten stared at her. “Perhaps you are correct. A purification, as planned. We’ll clone Aryan race while we wait for shrubbery to regrow.”
He jabbed Gertrude with a prick point, and obtained her blood. She swore.
Ratten chuckled. “Your environment ruined you. We’ll raise you proper in test tube.”
“I want a baby,” Gertrude said.
“Excuse me?” Ratten replied.
“Now!” Gertrude shouted. The door to her room burst open. Two shirtless, muscular skinheads, each with matching tiny swastikas tattooed over their nipples, seized Ratten.
“What is the meaning of this?” Ratten demanded.
Gertrude undid Ratten’s belt and separated his tunic. “You will fuck me, and give me a baby.”
“An horrendous idea.”
Gertrude lowered Ratten’s pants and took his cock in her mouth. Ratten swelled.
He chuckled. “Still got it, ja? Do not do this. I warn you.”
Gertrude stood and slapped him. “Shut up. Put him on the bed.”
Ratten giggled. “Have your way. I surrender!”
Gertrude crawled over her great-grandfather, moved her panties to the side, and lowered herself over his old, throbbing, 5-inch dong.
She punched Ratten in the nose. “Come.”
She hit him again. “Come you bitch. I am the mother of the Reich. My baby will be Messiah!”
Ratten laughed. His spittle was blood. He ejaculated. He looked at Gertrude.
“Goodbye, my angel.”
Gertrude’s chest thrust upward in quick jerk motion. Her head fell backward, jaw slack. She began to heave, gurgle dry sucking air as she did. Milk dripped rapidly from her boobs. Her throat swelled, cracking apart underneath her skin. A large sperm head popped from her mouth. The sperm wiggled up, flailing back and forth, and continued to grow. Gertrude’s body slumped over. The sperm found a skinhead and wrapped around him. The sperm constricted. Bones snapped. The skinhead screamed. The other skinhead attacked the sperm. The sperm tail snapped his neck with a whip crack. Ratten rose calmly, fastening his belt. The sperm slithered over and rubbed against Ratten’s crotch. Ratten petted it.
“Good boy,” he said. He gripped the sperm with both hands and brought it to his mouth. He bit the sperm’s head, and tore from it a chunk of sperm flesh which he chewed. Holding the sperm midpiece like it was the cone of a hefty cotton candy, he ate and pondered Gertrude’s cunt. She had fallen so that her upper body rested on the floor, back against the bed, and her thighs were spread just so. Ratten rubbed her cunny with the partially eaten sperm and shook his head.
He clicked his tongue. “Such a shame.”