>>510025835 (OP)Yes. I would play along with her charade, let her push and order me around, let her shove her feet in my face, tell me I'm a stupid little goy. I'd protest of course, first strongly, then meekly, to make it seem like even if I channeled all my anger and frustration, that I would never be able resist her. This game would go on funtil I had fully convinced her of her own superiority, and completely lulled her into a false sense of safety and domination.
Then, as in Weimar, I would declare TOTAL WAR.
As she smugly rests her kosher feet on my back, celebrating her little victory, I spring into action. Like a raging storm, I emerge beneath her, heaving her onto the bed with speed and efficiency, pinning her against the cushions before she even registers the assault. My glorious 8-inch german cock bursts forth from my pants, rock hard, resting menacingly atop her abdomen. Her face writ with sheer panic, she feebly struggle my unwavering steel grip. Like a cornered animal, her eyes turn upwards fearfully, pleading to stop what is coming - but there is no response in my face, no emotion, not even lust. She gazes into the abyss of two stone cold, blue eyes, laser focussed on naught but what must be done.
BLITZKRIEG.
Mechanistically, inexorably, unstoppably, I pump into her like a well oiled machine. I do not relent, I do not slow. There are no grunts, no noises; no failings of the human animal. I am become Wotan incarnate, driving my spear of lightning into the barren desert waste of Sheol's pit. She cries out to her depraved demon Yahwe for aid, but her sobs of fear and desperation deteriorate, slowly but surely. So too does her resistance, murderous semitic instinct giving way to feminine, motherly moans of pleasure as my unceasing iron rod strikes new life to bloom within her accursed void.
In that final moment of victory, as human weakness at last lapses my spiritual focus, a single phrase exhales from the depths of my soul.
SIEG HEIL.