Two extremes

The inhumane civil war, between the heirs of the Führer, left Germany not only without economic development, but also without a political future.And all because of the victory of the butcher and mutt Himmler-Heydrich, hated even by the "loyal" to him SS men.By the time Bormann's last forces were destroyed, Ulrika Meinhof, like most people loyal to Speer, was leaving for US territory with the rest of her RAF comrades.

By the time Ulrika arrived, there were quite a few so-called Yockeys on U.S. territory.The Yockeys were National Socialists from the NPP, led by a terrifying American with the charming name of Francis Parker Yockey.There were especially many in the place where the remnants of the RAF decided to stay with Ulrika, namely in [STRENG GEHEIM]. The conflict between them was only a matter of time and that time came when the first big meeting of the left in [STRENG GEHEIM] was attacked by Yocki's men.After this event they became one big problem for Ulrika, but no one wanted to give up in this conflict.And after a few months [STRENG GEHEIM] became a place where killing a politician or a car bombing became a commonplace. So it was, until the RAF received the news that war had broken out in Germany again, this time between the SS.Ulrika, who was the first to hear about it and was in her apartment at the time, sighed to herself and let the back of her head hit the wall behind her.

"Commander! We are approaching the rendezvous point," said the driver's voice.

"Get as close as you can." she replied.

"Yes, ma'am!"

Ulrika felt the car come to a smooth stop. She rose from her seat, as did her several armed associates as the doors began to open. Her men went down first, and then signaled that all was quiet. She hated walking around in her uncomfortable combat suit. Not to mention what it was doing to her breasts.

Finally she let her feet touch the ground, her short hair beginning to flutter in the wind. They came to the end of [STRENG GEHEIM], where for the most part there were only small, empty houses. "Tacock is a charming place to meet." - she thought sarcastically.

'At that moment, a group of six or seven armed men emerged from one building and stood around it. They stared at Ulrica's soldiers and held tightly to their weapons; it was easy to see that the opposite side was on edge, too. The two groups had never been this close to each other, aside from attempted assassinations, but that would have violated the agreement they had made for this meeting.

The head of the RAF, Ulrike Meinhof, was about to do the impossible: She was going to try to negotiate with the Nazis.

She heard the sound of an engine approaching the scene. A few seconds later, Yockey himself drove into the clearing. He was older and angrier looking than the others. Francis was far more attractive than any other Nazi she had come across. A large pistol sat on his belt just below his sturdy left arm. To any reasonable being in the United States, he was nothing more than a mindless, bloodthirsty, belligerent dictator.

And yet Ulrika had to admit that he had a kind of nobility. She had seen millions of Nazis in her time, and he was definitely different. Perhaps that was why he did not slouch, but stood almost to his full height.With his height and build he simply radiated a form of intelligence that she had never seen in Nazis.

Nevertheless, Ulrika remained on guard. He was still her enemy, and that, nevertheless, made him dangerous.

Yockey and one of his subordinates approached Ulrika and her men. She had to crane her neck to look into his eyes. His gaze glared pointedly at her.

Ulrika coughed a little before she spoke. "Yockey...I have spent many days and nights trying to kill you in all sorts of ways...I never thought I would be here to negotiate with you." She crossed her arms, and a slight chuckle appeared on her lips as she finally faced her longtime adversary.

Yockey frowned and with clenched teeth said:

"You're the one who proposed this initiative, so let's not have a long preamble."

"We are here to negotiate a mutually beneficial treaty."

He grinned slightly and looked at the fighters standing near Ulrika, who were clearly ready to shoot him. "You leave your boys here and I, in turn, will leave mine as well."

Without taking her eyes off him, Ulrika whispers an order to one of her fighters to have the soldiers stand at attention in a few minutes. She can't keep her eyes from traveling up and down his tall body. "That's right, the 'good' news has reached me from Germany, and I need you.No matter how much hell we have caused each other, you are the best adversary I have ever faced, and the best hope of carrying out my plan."

His eyes sparkled with interest. Turning, he waves his hand, and his men retreat a short distance away. "You've shown yourself quite well. I've had some good conflicts in my time, but I've never had so much fun studying my enemy."

Yockey gestured toward the building and waited for her reaction. Ulrika turned and headed toward the structure. She could hear him stomping behind her as he followed her. They entered the house and found only a large table in the center. There was only one cobweb on top, and graffiti with various racist slogans painted on the walls.

As soon as she entered the tent, she went on to say. "You know, none of my people believed that you could become our serious enemy. I was the only person in the RAF who took you seriously."

Yockey grinned as he walked past her to the table. "To my people, I'm a good leader, Ulrika.I've seen my associates make fun of liberals, Democrats, but not you." He turned around and looked at Meinhof with a sly smirk. "You have a brave and strong heart. I like that." Ulrika smiled a little at Yockey: "You have many brave and strong men, too, but let's negotiate? Knowing you, you must surely have the connections to get into the Reich."

"Yes, we have plenty of such connections..."

In a gesture of goodwill, Yockey pulled out his pistol and placed it on the table. He pulled the magazine out of the pistol and showed his hands holding nothing.Ulrika, in turn, pulled out his pistol, already conveniently hidden behind her back, and placed it similarly on the table.

Ulrika came close to him, finally to examine her once enemy. Her eyes traveled up and down his body, looking at him with all her strength, and feeling unusual feelings rush over her. "It seems we have more in common than we thought...". She pointed to the scar on his cheek, ironically made by one of her soldiers, then pointed already to her own scar, which was on his chin

Ulrika noticed that Jockey was looking at her body, but she did not react to it. Even in the uniform she wore, he admired her beautiful forms. For reasons she could not explain, Ulrika felt she needed to show herself to this leader. She unbuttoned her uniform and let her outerwear fall to the ground, leaving herself completely vulnerable to him. She took a moment to enjoy the fact that her breasts were no longer squeezed, and then she lifted her arms, exposing the long burns moving the length of her arms into her clothes.

"I went through a huge ordeal in Germany," Ulrika explained. She pressed her hand to his chest. Her hand was much smaller than his, but she could feel every breath in and out that Yockey was taking. "That was my experience with fire" She looked into his eyes with a hot gaze without blinking.

Yockey chuckled weakly. "Well, I noticed that a long time ago. Not many Communists in the United States can boast of such a background." His hand reached out and grabbed her arm to pull her out. When his rough adult hand felt her surprisingly soft skin, she felt a strange sensation intensify. She heard his heavy breathing, it was like He seemed...aroused. He met Meinhof's gaze, which was already like a look full of understanding?

She grabbed his hands with her free hand and continued to look into his eyes. Now between us, though temporary, there is harmony...," she whispered to herself.

Suddenly it hit her. They were both always alike, FAR and Yockeys. One was violent and not afraid of blood and neither was the other. Each side of them stood at extremes, one on the left and the other on the right. She suddenly realized that if things were different, if they could point out each other's shortcomings and managed to unite, they could take over the entire United States. She looked at Yockey with her eyes wide open, trying her best to look at the cruel leader with understanding rather than hatred.

He noticed the way she was looking at him, at first only reacting with laughter because he didn't know what emotion she was expressing.

Ulrika's hands slid down his arms, exploring without her thought, groping every scar in her path. This really turned her on, she found that she had a need she hadn't even known she had. Her strange feelings began to build up in the pain in her crotch. She must have been aware of her face, because Yockey grinned evilly, grabbing her wrists. He leaned in so that their faces were close enough that he could feel her hot breath. He whispered to her in a low, husky voice. "I think I need to test how strong you are without a weapon."

As soon as Meinhof realized he had mutual feelings, she smiled the most sinister smile she could portray. "Go ahead. Try it." She leaned a little closer to him, her eyes meeting his gaze. "Little Nazi." she whispered it so softly that she didn't even know if he could hear it.

[Oh blyat]

He stepped away from her a little. Suddenly he rushed forward and kissed her. It was rough, and he forced his tongue past her lips, hoping to provoke her tongue and body to fight back. She resisted with her tongue, wrapping her legs around his waist, struggling with his tongue in her mouth. Meinhof felt such power between them.

After a minute, they separated. "It was too strong." She was breathing heavily, trying to catch her breath. Yockey, on the other hand, smirked at that moment. "Did someone forbid it?" Meinhof took that as a challenge. "So our negotiations have already begun?" she thought to herself. She clenched her hand into a fist and punched him right in the jaw. Before he could do anything, she struck a second time, making sure nothing got in the way of his lower lip from above.

Yockey only spat some blood on the ground. "This is too much."

"Don't be such a baby, Yockey" - Ulrika said smugly. "You didn't throw up a tooth, so I didn't hit it with all my might."

He laughed and carried her to the table where their pistols lay. He threw her roughly onto the table. Before she could sit up, he was on top of her and used his superior size to force her back down.

His hand reached up to her tight ass and squeezed it roughly, making her stare angrily at him. Suddenly she turned to a primal instinct she didn't even know she had. Her hands moved to his pants as she roughly squeezed his cock. Ulrika was thrilled when she felt how big he was. She stripped off the last of myself clothes, exposing a muscular body with beautiful legs.

He looked at her beautiful body and laughed excitedly as his pants fell to the floor.

"Give it to me." she looked at him excitedly.

He grabbed her hips and began teasing her pussy. He watched her squirm under him with a twisted grin. "As I understand it, Nazis don't know the term 'gentle,'" she objected, moaning as his fingers stroked her. Yockey used his index and middle fingers to spread her lips apart. As his rough finger slowly massaged her swollen clit, she threw back her head and screamed "This is going to be fun." Said Yockey with a chuckle. She threw him an angry and disappointed look. "Keep going before I die of anticipation." Finally he placed his fully aroused cock at her entrance and pushed hard inside. He groaned at how tight her pussy felt around him. She moaned as his hot cock passed her. She wasn't about to show weakness; she wrapped her legs around him and pushed deeper.

Yockey began a rocking motion that quickly gained strength and speed. She grabbed his arms and pressed them to her throat, wanting him to strangle her. Yoki complied and clamped down on her trachea, pounding mercilessly on her pussy with such force that the table they were fucking on began to sway with their rhythm.

She moaned and began to speak in German about how delightful his cock felt inside her. He lifted her up and switched places so that she was on top. He grabbed her lush hips and began inserting his cock all the way in. Ulrika grasped his sides with her legs and rocked back and forth on him. The buildup of ecstasy grew more intense with each bounce up and down. She pressed her hands against his chest for support. Her fingers hooked into his hard muscles as she rocked on his cock. She slid off his cock and wiped some of her pussy juice with her hand. Meinhof took a moment to enjoy the momentary expression of need on Yockey's face. He needed her, and he was at her mercy. Just to tease him, she lifted her fingers and slowly licked her own juices. "He's lucky I need him as much as he needs me," she said to herself.

Ulrika reached down and collected more of her lady juices, this time adding some saliva, and rubbed her ass with it. Slowly she let his cock slip into her asshole. Yockey could see his cock bulging out of her side. She pressed as deep as she could on his cock before returning to his tip, moving faster and faster each time. His head rolled back and he let out a long moan, enjoying how tight her asshole was around his cock. His hand went down and touched her pussy roughly. She cried out, enjoying the feel of his massive cock in her ass and the tingle of metal on her pussy. The pressure in her belly finally exploded, causing her to squirt on Yockey's hand. As her asshole pressed hard against his cock, Yockey finally cummed as hard as he could. He screamed loudly as he filled her asshole with his cum. She screamed in German, starting to orgasm along with Yockey. Yockey smiled and pulled his hand out of her pussy, licking the sweet juice from his fingers. He reached out and thrust his fingers into her mouth, demanding that she suck whatever was on them.Ulrika grabbed his hand and sucked her juices cleanly from his fingers. At one point her hair was loose and was now hanging loosely and wildly.

Now open your eyes

"That was amazing," she gasped. "You did pretty good, Ulrika." - Yockey said with a smirk, continuing to breathe heavily. "You weren't bad either." she said, laying down on his chest. He rested his face in her hair, inhaling her sweet scent. Something about it all seemed strange...., but those thoughts went out of Yockey's head when Ulrika exhaled, laughed, and embraced him.

She felt that he couldn't help but help them after that

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                Chapter 2

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Yockey had not seen Ulrika since their "negotiations" on the outskirts of town. This greatly disappointed him, for he wanted to see for himself exactly what Ulrika was doing in Germany. But on some other level he just seemed to want her company. To feel her soft skin and smell her sweet hair. In all his years, the hardened Nazi leader had never felt this way before. That's why, when he unexpectedly received word that Ulrika was requesting an audience, he jumped at the chance. He ordered his subordinates to give him a new uniform to replace the one he was already wearing the first time they met. Both he and she benefited from this partnership, at least for a few more months, while Germany was still in chaos. But afterwards... would they be enemies again? Francis wondered at the thought. Why should he care about that? Once things stabilize in Germany, he could use his knowledge to easily wipe it off the face of the earth. He suddenly frowned; he really didn't want to kill her. The great leader of the Nazi Yockey, getting soft? Soon the truck stopped, and Francis Yockey stepped outside a large building in the center of town. A couple of men in military uniforms stood at the door. One of them looked around and nodded before signaling to his partner to let Yockey in. He walked past the guards and immediately after entering the building, the doors slammed loudly behind him. "Damn ..." - Yockey muttered to himself as he looked out at the immaculate and shimmering hall of the huge building.One man was already waiting for him at the entrance and when Yockey appeared in his field of vision, he immediately headed toward him. "This way for you." - he said, turning and walking down the hall at the same time. Yoki shrugged his shoulders before following him. His footsteps sounded loud on the tile floor and echoed throughout the building, they seemed to be alone in this building, but he wasn't paying attention.Finally, he was led to one of the doors after all. Yockey found himself suddenly swallowing a lump in his throat as the doors opened and the man moved aside. He entered, and the door behind him closed again.Yockey looked around; it looked like he had been led to a private bedroom. This one room was probably much more luxurious than the place where they had first held their "negotiations." His ear perked up when he heard a whistling sound from the next room, soon followed by her voice. "This way. Come in, please." It took him a moment to calm his nerves before he turned the corner. Meinhof was sitting by a round pool filled with blue water. Her uniform lay in the corner, showing fresh blood. She was wearing only light clothing that matched her body and her form. She looked up at him, her long hair gathered behind her head. His nerves eased a little when he saw her smile, telling him she was glad to see him. "Welcome, Yockey," she said softly, while twisting her arms in the water. "Thank you for meeting me on such short notice." "Yes, I couldn't take the chance to meet again." - he replied, waving his hand condescendingly, hoping to hide his sudden discomfort. "You don't smell good, so please come into the pool." He flinched and looked suspiciously at the pool. Although he hesitated, he knew in his heart that there might not be such a moment with her anymore. Removing his clothes, he slowly entered the pool, but immediately felt the heat. "Why is this water so damn hot?" - Yockey muttered, causing Ulrika to crack an even bigger smile. "It relaxes the muscles," she explained. "Don't tell me the Nazi leader is afraid of a little hot water?" she teases playfully, hitting his ego. She asked him to lie down and sat on the edge behind him herself, pouring hot water on his shoulders. Francis was completely out of his depth. He had no idea what she was going to do, but after a while, it started to feel a little good to him. Ulrika swore it was the first time she saw a real relaxation on his face. Meinhof smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I need you here." - she whispered into his ear. She removed her hands and began to undress, making sure he was looking ahead and not peeking. When she was completely naked, she slid into the pool with him, wrapping her arms around him and pressing her breasts against his hard back. She smiled, making sure he could see her long and beautiful legs coming down his own. "You have no idea what trials I had to go through again just to be with you now," Ulrika whispered softly. Meinhof liked how rude he had been to her the first time, and she awkwardly avoided him out of embarrassment. Well, and to get away from his gaze, so she didn't seem weak. She could barely walk for days after their sexual encounter. But she had persevered through his test of her strength. Now it was her turn to test his softness. Ulrika was curious to see how he would respond to the test with patience and passion. Francis shuddered at the sensation of her skin sliding against his, primal desires flaring up the moment they touched. And yet...he decided to hold back. The last time he had acted on his urges so fiercely was the moment she disappeared for weeks. He didn't like that at all. He was determined to keep her by his side as long as possible. Even if it seems strange, in that moment he could understand that Ulrika could be trusted, and because of that feeling, there was no way he wanted to let her go. No U.S. Nazi has ever trusted a leftist... well, ever. Hell, they don't even trust each other. "You smell interesting..." - she said softly. The water did its job, and she could see how deep his scars were in some places.He could boast some physical strength, but her hand curbed it. Meinhof felt a great desire inside him. Slowly she crawled out from behind his back and let her lover, see her naked, her hair untied and scattered over her shoulders. She brought her hand up to his face. "The desire to see your manly face again has been with me all this time and every night, this desire has only grown stronger..." - she whispered, looking into his eyes. Yockey's breath hitched slightly as she came into view as he was mesmerized by her beauty. Her words only made Yockey smile harder and a blush appeared on his face .Of course, hearing his subordinates call him strong, steadfast and the like was commonplace, but hearing it from her...he felt a strange feeling.

"Yes!" his breath caught as he felt her hand grab his cock under the water and stroke it, still holding his gaze. He couldn't help the pleasure he felt as a little boy when she stroked him.Meinhof grinned, feeling him harden and grow in her hand. She took his hand and plunged it into the water, guiding it down to find his crotch. Yockey, taking the hint, began to rub it slowly, causing her to let out quiet moans. She climbed up his body, continuing to stroke it, and began a passionate kiss. It was neither strong nor gentle, but full of restrained lust. She restrained her urges, letting only some of the emotion and arousal release. She pressed slowly and with all her strength against his lips, the hot water at this moment as arousing her as his fingers were. Francis responded to her kiss, trying hard not to overpower her. His other hand went up to remove a strand of hair from her face and gently cupped her cheek. Rubbing her pussy, he lifted his thumb to part her lips and rub her swollen clit. His restraint was unheard of, but he trusted Ulrika and felt she knew what she was doing. Mostly because what they were doing was amazing! Ulrika was deeply impressed by the level of grace he showed with his hands. It was something she admired in him. She knew that even as enemies, he had a restraint and tact that helped him, and now it won her heart. She could understand how he became a leader of the Nazis.He was cunning and cruel, and knew when to be what. And now he made her dance on the edge of pleasure. She moved higher up her body and positioned her pussy right over Yockey's cock.

"Take me, completely"-Ulrica said this without taking her eyes off of Yockey.She was practically begging him to do it. Yockey nodded, putting one hand on her neck and the other on her thigh. He began to thrust his cock into her, but not the way he had before. Instead of thrusting in as hard as he could, he went carefully, watching her face to make sure he wasn't going to hurt her. When he did, she gasped in pleasure, really feeling every inch and how big he really was. She let him stay inside her for a few moments, just enjoying it. Francis grinned at her reaction. Then she began to rock her hips forward, making him take great pleasure. She bit her lower lip, trying not to scream in pleasure as she rocked back and forth on his length. After a moment, he began to move in sync with her to push his cock even deeper into her tight pussy. His hand gently grasped her head and pressed his face against his, muffling their moans with a kiss. His free hand slid up her side to her breasts, gently moving her soft tits in rhythm with the movement of their bodies. "Mm...F-Francis!" Meinhof moaned loudly, feeling the pleasure twisting in her belly. Neither of them had done such a thing since the negotiation, so touching each other was like fireworks for them. Although it was good, it was also a setback as their stamina was compromised. It wasn't long before Ulrika grabbed him tightly by the shoulders and cried out as her orgasm hit and waves of pleasure swept over her.

Yockey continued to enter her, letting her wait out her orgasm as long as possible. As soon as he stopped inside her, she collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily on his chest, trying to gather her thoughts. After a while she looked up, her face awash in tears. "I'm sorry..." - she muttered. This was exactly what she had been afraid of the first time: appearing weak. She just couldn't help it, it was so amazing! "Isn't it amazing..my...fav..?" - Meinhof said softly. Yockey was more pleased just to be with her again, and when she had her orgasm, he also enjoyed it immensely, comparable only to his own orgasm. Ulrika's eyes stopped crying, even the opposite, widened slightly as she felt his cock begin to expand inside her. The fact that he was still hard as a rock and throbbing told her that he had not yet climaxed. She had done the impossible, Meinhof had managed to get Yockey to hold their senses! She smiled and leaned in to kiss him on the lips. "Thank you, Francis." - She said softly, making him chuckle. "I think your work should be rewarded." - Meinhof said with a smirk. She pulls away from him and swims to the edge of the pool. She leans over and grabs the edge, her firm ass and pussy peeking out of the water. "Use my body until the last drop comes out of you." - She says, wiggling her ass and opening her wet spots for him. Yockey smirks wickedly and walks over to her, immediately grabbing Ulrika's beautiful wide hips. He stands at her feet and pushes his cock in, entering her crotch completely. Ulrika arches her back sharply as Yockey begins to fuck her pussy. Francis moans pleasantly, occasionally slapping her hard ass, listening to the sound of water and slamming his hips somewhat violently against her wet ass.Ulrika began to scream in ecstasy from these actions. "Mm...M-Meinhof!" Yockey shrieks as he slides his entire cock into Ulrika's crotch, filling her with his seed to the point that some of his cum began to flow out of her. They both need time to come to their senses before he pulls his cock out of her, finally swooning. An exhausted Ulrika lets her pussy fall into the water, dissolving the flowing cum in it.Caring for some kind of protection was never on their minds.

In just a couple of minutes, right behind Ulrika, Yockey falls as well, breathing heavily.In just a couple of minutes Ulrika grins shyly and crawls up to him to lie on his chest. "We'll have to do this more regularly." - she says, smiling into her pet's face. Yockey, smiling back, begins stroking her back. "Yes...my love.".After these words, they reentered the kiss and locked their fingers together, well, somewhere in the back of their minds, they both fantasized that this moment would last forever for them.....

*Author: Unknown*