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DER FEUHRER'S NIECE

Sex, sadism, secrets, and suicide. The shocking true story from the SS
files!

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Der Fuehrer's Niece

(FM, ws, MF, nc, disc)
By: Punchinello

Munich, Germany, 1949 (1931-33)

The following files were discovered in a secret trove of Nazi documents
held by Hitler's elite SS corps after the fall of Berlin. These
documents were never meant to be read by anyone outside the German High
Command, as they contain the most shocking revelations about Hitler and
his inner circle ever discovered!



TOP SECRET -- DESTROY TO PREVENT CAPTURE

What follows is a report from the interrogation of Mayer Ulz, in his
own words, relevant to the death of Angela (Geli) Raubal, the fuehrer's
niece, on 19 September, 1931.



We called upon the fuehrer in the afternoon, about 1 o'clock at his
flat at Prinzregentenplatz in Munich. We discussed the news and
fuehrer's plan to exploit suspicion about undesirables to gain the Nazi
Party greater notice. At one point, he brought us into his bed chamber
to look at the previous day's newspaper. Geli was there, in the bed,
obviously naked. She stayed very quiet and did not look at us, but she
did not pretend to be asleep. She clutched the sheet very close to her
bosoms, which were small, especially for a girl of twenty-three.

She was pretty, I thought, with a round face and wavy hair. I had met
her before, but only in a casual circumstance-and when she was fully
dressed-in Obersalzberg. We had discussed her school briefly, and she
had seemed rather shy but also playful, perhaps flirting with me, but
at the time I had not made any advance. This time, she caught my eye,
and I knew that she remembered me.

When we turned to leave the room, Geli slipped one leg out from under
the sheet, as if to put it on the floor. But when we paused in the
doorway, she drew it back and lay down again, almost losing her sheet.
I pretended not to notice, but her body was fairly exposed to me, and I
saw that her skin was smooth and pink, but marked with little bruises
in places on her legs and arms. The knuckles of her hands were clearly
bruised also.

Later, I remarked to Pars Heinzel, who was with me at the flat, that
she looked like she had had a good frolic. He stated that she was Herr
Hitler's niece, whom he was looking after and paying for her schooling.
I did not make the obvious observation and let the matter drop. He was
forty or so at the time, and much older than she, yet he was known to
spend time with Eva Braun, who was younger still than Geli-just
seventeen.

Later that same day, I saw Geli in the market. She was wearing a light
dress with no sleeves, cut well above the knee. It was very fetching. I
came up behind her and ran my finger up her thigh to tease her, which
made her jump and squeal. I asked her if her uncle let her out or if
she had escaped, which made her smile. She said he let her go out for
bread and schnitzel but hadn't given her enough money to escape him.
She said this playfully, but I saw in it a little truth. We spoke a
little further, and she asked me if she could trust me, which I readily
agreed to. "I am unhappy," she said. "I wish I really could escape
him." Those were her words.

I pulled her away from the people passing by and talked to her
seriously. There was a man, a driver Herr Hitler had dismissed, whom
she had been very fond of. When her "Uncle Alf" had found out, he had
been very angry and sacked the young man. He was very jealous of her
affections and often become "rough," she said. I asked her: what did
her uncle do? Did he hurt her? Did he make her strike him? I had heard
such a rumor from a dancer in Amsterdam whose friend had known him.
Geli said the mustard gas during the war had made him rotten inside. He
made her do awful things, things which-she said-people should not
do even if they wanted to, which she did not. I did not press her
further, but told her that I would help her if she wanted it, but that
I would not do anything to damage the fuehrer's reputation.

She took my hand and ran it up her thigh again, saying that I had not
gone far enough. I found the crease of her underpants and stood very
close while I stroked it. We stepped into an alley and groped one
another for a moment, even kissing softly. I thought she would perhaps
give herself over to me right there, but instead she promised to do
more if I would help her. She was very persuasive and attractive, so I
said I would, so long as it did not harm Herr Hitler in any way. She
laughed then and said very scandalously, "But he likes it."



The next day, I was assigned to watch over Herr Hitler's flat at
Prinzregentenplatz. I was one of two-Mindes Ulrich was the
other-and we noticed a small fellow hanging around near dusk. As the
sun set, I noticed this fellow again at the side of the building. He
had the look of a Jew about him, it seemed to me. Ulrich and I agreed
that I would pursue the fellow while he watched the front of the flat.

I followed the young man where he went around the side of the building
and discovered figures walking away in the shadows. I followed and
determined them to be this same fellow and Miss Geli, which shocked me.
She must have slipped out a window on the first floor to accompany this
young man. Since it was my duty to ensure that no harm came to Herr
Hitler's flat, I did not feel it proper for me to intervene. Still, I
thought I should at least ensure that Geli was not being coerced or
seduced.

I followed the two of them down a slope and thru a little stand of
bushes and scrub trees to a motorcar. It wan an older model, not
stylish, and Geli got in while the young man cranked it to get it
started. I thought then that I would lose them, of course, but it
wasn't so. They only traveled a little ways off the road and in amongst
the trees and bushes. These were hardly enough to conceal the car, but
they obscured the couple inside well enough from passing automobiles. I
caught up with them in a very few minutes.

I came up close and saw inside that the young man had already taken his
trousers down. His naked arse was moving between Geli's pale thighs,
outstretched and bare. One stockinged foot stuck out the window of the
little runabout while the other hung over the steering wheel. From her
lips came very ardent sounds of pleasure. She gasped repeatedly and
asked him to kiss her. I found myself quite shocked and decidedly
excited by this girl's brazen spirit.

She urged him on, saying, "It's wonderful! It's wonderful! Don't stop,
lover!" And he thrust into her again and again. Her breasts were
exposed, wobbling marvelously while she took his tool to its full
depth. He grunted and pounded in workmanlike fashion, barely
acknowledging her directly. It mattered little to her, however. From my
viewpoint a little higher on the hill, I could see here clearly thru
the open window, mouth open, eyes closed, wrapped in her own private
reverie.

Their moans of passion rose and fell at last, with her squealing, "No,
no! Not in me!" causing him to spill on the seat, it appeared. They had
a little laugh and kissed again and cleaned themselves up. Then he
offered to drive her back to the flat, but she declined, saying that
she would walk, as it was only a little way. When she got out of the
car, she took a minute to straighten her skirt, blouse, and stockings.
He handed her the hat that had fallen on the floor of the car, and she
strode off quite casually.

I stayed and watched her go, then went to the car. "Who are you then?"
I demanded. The little fellow was quite shocked. His identification
said "Loman Wasserstein," and I demanded to know if he was a Jew. He
admitted that he was, and I struck him hard in the face. He made little
pretense of fighting back then, and I beat him soundly, finally kicking
him where he lay on the ground. He was still conscious, tho, and I told
him that if I saw him again or found that he had tried to contact Herr
Hitler's niece, I would give him twice that and more until his guts
were spilled out on the ground. He could barely crawl to his motorcar
and still hadn't got it started yet before I strode off.



In a few days' time, Herr Hitler made a trip to Hamburg to gather
support for National Socialism. This, it turned out, was a great
success and marked the beginning of the rise of the Third Reich, altho
the election went against us. But while the fuehrer was away, I took it
as an opportunity to call upon Geli. I telephoned the flat first, and
she readily invited me to visit. She had gone away and taken his
"little girlfriend," Fraulein Braun. She seemed slighted, even jealous.

When I knocked on the door, Geli came to open it quickly, and I found
her in a pleated skirt and white blouse, which she said her uncle had
bought for her. He liked her to be stylish, she said, but it seemed
that he liked her pretty bare legs and arms, and the deep collar that
revealed her apple-like bosoms. She left off the letter she had been
writing to a friend and sat upon the sofa and invited me quite boldly
to kiss her. "I like it when you kiss my throat," she said to me. "Kiss
me all over." I looked into her eyes as I undid the lovely swastika
belt her uncle had given to her, and she smiled as I let it fall upon
the floor.

In little time, she had largely helped me out of my uniform. She wore a
little brassiere and underpants under her blouse and skirt, and so was
quickly nearly naked in my arms. It was a most marvelous feeling of
elation that overcame me when I embraced her. Her dark hair was wavy
and tousled, her eyes bright and blue, her lips and breasts almost
impossibly soft. My manhood became stiff in her hands even before I was
disrobed. By the time we rose from the sofa and she led me to her bed
chamber, I was aching with desire for her. In that moment, I would have
done almost anything she asked me to. She begged me to make love to
her, which I readily agreed to.

I removed her underpants and caressed her naked body. She had
wonderful, thick pubic hair, which I played with and made her laugh a
little and made her more eager than ever. Then I mounted her and let
her guide my manhood between her legs. We were quite passionate in our
lovemaking, moaning like animals and thrusting together again and
again, mingling our pubic hair and perspiring with the effort. Altho
she was just a girl of seventeen, she seemed quite eager and
knowledgeable. She instructed me precisely in how to pleasure her to
bring her to crisis, which I did happily.

When at last I reached my own, I gushed with a loud groan and filled
her with my Aryan seed. For a moment, I imagined that she might become
pregnant by me, which both frightened and excited me, but she thought
nothing of it. We lay naked together in her little bed, happily
caressing one another. She had the loveliest skin, but it was marked in
places with small bruises and scrapes. I asked her about these, and she
began to reveal the terrible perversions that her uncle insisted she
indulge him in. Thruout, she insisted that the attack of mustard gas
which Herr Hitler had survived in the Great War had crippled him
mentally and made him sick. This was her explanation for all his
perversions.

First, she said firmly that he had never penetrated her as a man, much
less spilled his seed inside her, so there was no danger of pregnancy
by him and that this-he said-meant that their acts were not
incestuous (besides-she said-he had only one testicle, but this-I
assured her-was no impediment to pregnancy). In fact, she doubted
that he could engage in lovemaking at all in any normal sense, such was
the degree of his depravity. These things shocked me to hear about so
great a man as the fuehrer, but I listened while she spoke, because her
words were so earnest and sincere.

I asked her why she did not leave him, but she said that she really had
no where else to go, except perhaps to run away with a man, such as the
driver she had been seeing (and wished to continue seeing). But also,
she said, she recognized that her "Uncle Alf" was a great man, famous,
and wealthy. If only he would not watch over her so closely, mark her
every move, and keep her from taking singing lessons in Vienna, as she
wished.... Besides, she said, by leaving him she would only lose him to
some other woman who would do anything he asked. By this I knew she
meant Eva Braun, whom she regarded as quite shameless and perverse.
This struck me as odd, this idea that she hated him and wished to get
away and yet recognized his greatness and wanted no other woman to have
him. It struck me as strange and dangerous.

Then Geli proceeded to confess awful deeds that he forced her to engage
in. He sometimes required her to strip before him and display her
private parts most lewdly. He demanded that she play with herself in
front of him while he watched very closely. It made her uncomfortable,
naturally, and she got little pleasure out of it. If she refused, or
hesitated in the act, he slapped her with a riding crop, which produced
little welts. Sometimes, he smacked her directly on her sex.

For his part, she said that he very much enjoyed pain and often
demanded that she hit or kick him, even in his private parts.
Apparently, this excited him, and he sometimes spilled on himself in
the midst of his "punishment." It disgusted her to do this, especially
when he came to crisis by it, but it also gave her some satisfaction to
strike him violently, so she rarely resisted these requests. She
explicitly said that she often came to insulting him while she did it,
and that it excited him to have her abuse him verbally as well as
physically, calling him names and saying that he was disgusting and
flatulent and an ugly little monster.

He also insisted from time to time that she pass water on him, which
disgusted her most. He would disrobe to his shorts and lie on the floor
on an old blanket and demand that she stand over him, squatting, and
urinate directly on his chest and face. This also sometimes brought him
to crisis while he watched the hot, yellow water stream out of her pink
flower and splatter over him. Again, if she refused, he might slap her
or twist her arm or wrist, and she took to going to the toilet as often
as possible when he was not looking, so that she would be unable to go
when he requested it. But he took to insisting on this "wet play" early
in the morning, when she could not deny the need to urinate. He called
her hole the "twat of golden nectar" and her "golden grail," which she
found disturbing, yet flattering.

Strangely, as she told me these things, Geli became rather excited and
invited me to watch her urinate in the toilet, to demonstrate how she
treated Herr Hitler. I indulged her and followed her to the toilet,
where she squatted over it with the seat raised, spread her pink wings,
and passed water into the bowl while I watched. I could not help but
find myself excited also, and she kneeled on the floor and took my
erection into her mouth. Her lips and tongue were so soft and wet, it
made me nearly faint with pleasure to have them caress my manhood. I
was so rigid that it seemed painful, until at last her tickling tongue
and playful fingers brought me to a powerful orgasm, and I spurted a
heavy load of semen in her mouth. Geli choked on my jism and turned and
spat it into the toilet, which made me laugh. I kissed her forehead and
waited while she brushed her teeth and tongue, and then we went back to
the bed to lie down again.

As we lay naked together, Geli confessed that she knew were her uncle
kept a pistol in the flat. She hinted that it would be an easy thing to
end her troubles with him by this "tool." I told her firmly that I
would help her get away from him, but not in any way that would cause
him harm. Geli became angry, and we argued about how foolish it she
would be. She struck me with her small fists, but I am a sturdy fellow
and pushed her down onto the bed easily. She began to cry then and to
desperately claim that she would do it herself as soon as he returned.
I asked her very flatly if she intended to kill the fuehrer. And she
said "Yes."

I slapped her violently then and demanded that she take back her threat
against such a great man. This was foolish on my part, since such a
thing cannot be unsaid. She insisted that I should help her, which
shocked me beyond words. I told her of Herr Hitler's greatness and how
he would soon win election to high office and become the leader of all
Germans, uniting them in a new, greater Germany. She cried out and
struck at me violently, shrieking that Herr Hitler was a sick pervert
and a flatulent and impotent mental cripple.

This made me very angry, and I confess I treated her quite brutally. I
did not strike her in any way that I thought might bruise her face or
arms, which would be visible to others and create a scandal that might
smudge Herr Hitler's reputation, but I pushed her roughly against the
bed, slapped her face and breasts, which pained her greatly, and even
her little pussy, which made her bawl so loudly I worried about he
neighbors. I stuffed her underpants in her mouth then, and spanked her
bare bottom quite savagely, calling her a "little sneak" and a
"Jew-fucking harlot." It excited me greatly to feel her round, rubbery
bottom bounce and redden under my hand, and even to hear her cry and
cry, the tears streaming freely from her pretty eyes.

At last, I turned her over and spread her legs, whereupon she gasped
and struggled again. But I held her down and taught her a lesson about
how a woman should know her place, stabbing into her again and again
with the full length of my erection. My crisis built up rapidly, and I
pinned her arms to the bed and spurted inside her, again imagining her
belly swelling with my seed and producing my baby. This would truly be
the cap to the lesson I wanted to teach her. I imagined her as my wife,
carrying our Aryan child at a rally for her uncle, she obedient and
submissive, and I an officer in Hitler's elite corps. But this dream
was not to be. I fell aside and lay next to her, while she remained
motionless. Altho wary, I soon was overcome by the need for sleep and
fell into a light doze.

When I awoke, I heard Geli moving about in the room. She had dressed
again, and combed her hair even, and now stood by the bed with Herr
Hitler's pistol in her small hands. I stared at her eyes, which were as
beautiful as the day I met her, deep and intelligent, but now hard and
murderous. I saw in her a lack of the killer's instinct, as is only
natural of a young girl, and I told her that I still wanted to help
her, but that she must let me. She hesitated, but I think only to
consider how difficult it would be to explain the circumstances of my
corpse in her uncle's flat. I rose to sit on the edge of the bed, she
still holding the gun at arm's length, steady and unflinching.

But when I asked her to hand me my shorts to cover my nakedness, Geli
foolishly looked down for them, even tho I am sure it was not in her
mind to allow me to dress before murdering me. This was my chance, of
course, and I leaped up and struck her violently in the face, grabbing
the gun at the same moment. I twisted the pistol out of her hands and
pushed her down. She clutched her injured face and scrambled out of the
room. She had truly sealed her fate and determined the means, and I was
the chosen agent. Naked, I followed her into the front room and caught
her near the writing desk, where her letter to her friend remained
unfinished. I shot her in the face, just where I had struck her.

I immediately telephoned Hamburg to explain the incident, altho I
freely admit that I did not at that time confess to engaging in a
sexual tryst with Geli, as it did not seem relevant to the threat of
assassination.



I attest to the accuracy of this report.

(signed) Major Hermann Ponschein

(signed) Field Marshall Ernst Grueffenmeier

January 12, 1933



TOP SECRET -- DESTROY TO PREVENT CAPTURE

What follows is an affidavit from General Dieter Eimanhopfer relevant
to the death of Angela (Geli) Raubal, the fuehrer's niece, on  19
September, 1931.

I was telephoned in Hamburg, where we had achieved marvelous success in
our efforts, at approximately 5 o'clock by Mayer Ulz, who was at that
time a respected member of the Nazi party, as was I. He informed me
that he had gone to check on Fraulein Geli, the fuehrer's niece, while
the fuehrer was away and that she had become distraught over some
imagined mistreatment by the fuehrer. She had, Ulz said, threatened to
assassinate the fuehrer with a pistol when he returned and Ulz was
forced to terminate her. Needless to say, I was shocked, but when I
informed Herr Hitler, his reaction was somewhat muted. He suggested
that she had been suicidal and had accused him of mistreatment before,
and was very distraught-even devastated, I should say-to think that
she was dead.

At the fuehrer's request, we motored back to his flat at top speed in
his Mercedes-Benz, incurring a speeding citation along the way. When we
came upon the scene, Ulz let us in and showed us the body. Herr Hitler
expressed great grief and cradled the girl in his arms, with tears on
his cheeks. We pulled him bodily away from the girl, for the blood from
the wound in her head was still fresh and was staining his suit, and
the police would have questions. Ulz told the story again of how he had
come to call upon Fraulein Geli and that she became distraught and
threatened to kill the fuehrer.

Herr Hitler demanded to know the details of the conversation,
specifically what it was that Fraulein Geli had told Ulz that had made
her become distraught. Ulz was very evasive, which made us all wary of
him, but eventually explained, with some prompting by Herr Hitler, that
Fraulein Geli had been unhappy about her life and that she often hurt
herself to get attention. She made up stories about being persecuted,
specifically that she was sometimes mistreated by Herr Hitler, which of
course none of us believed for a moment.

Herr Hitler said that he was satisfied with the explanation and that
there was nothing more to be said. Pars Heinzel, who now holds the rank
of colonel, suggested that we telephone the police with the obvious
explanation that Fraulein Geli had committed suicide, which the scene
appeared to reflect, particularly once the pistol was dropped near her
hand.

Later, when the police investigated the incident, the speeding citation
we received while returning to Herr Hitler's flat proved to be an
important part of his alibi for the murder. Suspicion fell upon Herr
Hitler since all manner of salacious and false rumors were whispered by
women who had known Fraulein Geli. The troubled girl had been incapable
of facing the truth of her sad life which had left her in her uncle's
care and the generous way that her uncle treated her, paying for her
food and lodging, giving her pin money, and allowing her to attend
music school, even while himself beginning the arduous task of
promoting National Socialism and taking on the mantle of leadership of
the Aryan people The appropriate effort was made to put an end to these
false and hurtful rumors.

However, the fuehrer requested that Mayer Ulz be removed from his
position and kept away from the fuehrer, given the degree of anguish it
created in him to see the man who had been forced by circumstances to
execute his beloved niece (the fuehrer's turn to a vegetarian diet was
owing, he has said, to the awful memory of Geli's corpse). It was at
that time that Mayer Ulz began acting irrationally and showed clear
signs of a willingness to betray the fuehrer, probably as a result of
being forced out of Herr Hitler's inner circle. Now, salacious and
untrue rumors were tracked back directly to him, making him clearly
disloyal to the fuehrer. These rumors have abated with the fuehrer's
rise to international prominence, altho they resurfaced briefly with
the attempted suicide of Eva Braun in 1932.

When Herr Hitler was elected Chancellor of Germany, one of his first
acts was to order the incarceration of Mayer Ulz for crimes against
him. Altho the death of Fraulein Geli continued to be officially a
suicide, it was common knowledge among those close to Herr Hitler that
he considered Ulz to have goaded Fraulein Geli into betraying herself
by making up wild stories and then murdered her in the belief that he
would be rewarded by the fuehrer. Upon his arrest, Ulz was interrogated
and confessed to having molested Fraulein Geli and goading her into
telling such stories that cannot be believed by any right-thinking
member of the Nazi Party.

I personally signed the death warrant to execute Mayer Ulz on January
14, 1933 for treason. He was shot to death by a firing squad on January
16, 1933. All files pertinent to the case were marked TOP SECRET and
archived by the SS by my order.

Heil Hitler!



I attest that the information contained in this affidavit is true and
correct to the best of my recollection.

(signed) General Dieter Eimanhopfer, German High Command

October 12, 1933



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