Montana Neo-Nazis: A Snuff Story

The five girls, all close friends in high school, all the daughters of prominent parents and all natives of Charlotte, North Carolina, had decided to spend the summer after high school but before college driving across the United States. So far, the trip had been fun. They'd met a few cute guys, seen a few places and had some fun parties. However, the girls were beginning to get depressed tonight. They had been combing the backroads in Montana for some time trying to get back on the highway and thus to a hotel after they'd gotten lost quite a few miles back. Now there wasn't anything beside the road. Just the road and open country and no other cars in sight.

Miriam Rosenzweig was driving. She was a tall redhead with a soft frame and large round breasts. She wore her hair a little above her shoulders. She was dressed fairly nicely in a pair of brown trousers, a slightly tight white short-sleeved shirt with a collar and buttons and brown leather boots. Miriam was the brains of the group and felt largely responsible for their current predicament. "Dammit. I guess we'll have to stop and ask for directions next chance we get."

"Ask for directions where? Do you see a gas station anywhere around here?" asked Abigail Goldberg. Abigail was a very different girl than Miriam, although the two were best friends. She enjoyed the outdoors and was often thought of as the spunky one among the group. She was a little shorter than Miriam with darker, almost olive, skin, dark brown curly hair and an athletic frame in place of Miriam's softer one. The excellent muscle tone on Abigail's arms and legs could clearly be seen with her outfit of fairly short and slightly too tight cut-off jean shorts, hiking boots and a white t-shirt. Her t-shirt was fairly loose. Abigail, while not flat by any means, had only an average bust and knew that her legs had a better chance of attracting interest than overemphasizing her chest.

"We'll just keep going until we see one." Miriam said. "People around here have to get gas somewhere, don't they?"

"There aren't people around here either." Abigail pointed out.

"Can we just pull over and find a place?" asked Amanda Glickman. Amanda was a tall, lean girl with the most classically sexy body of any of the five. She wore her dyed blond hair a little above her shoulders and her dark roots could just barely be seen from the right angle. She was a slim waist, slender, smooth, long legs and a large bust. The young sexpot was dressed to attract in tiny pink short shorts and a tight white t-shirt although she still wore white socks and sneakers for easy mobility. After all, they never knew what they'd find themselves doing next. Although by every academic measure she was smart, Amanda often came across as a ditz either because she was used to getting what she wanted without much work or because her smarts were limited to the academic setting or even just because she thought seeming like a bimbo added to her appeal. In any event, she was usually viewed as the ditz of the group.

"That's easier said than done." Mirian said in increasing exasperation. "There isn't a place around here to pullover and find."

"I'm sleepy." Korah Cohen protested pointlessly. Korah was the shortest girl in the group and normally the most talkative. Although she was only a few months younger than the others, she was normally viewed as the kid because she was excessively spoiled (even by rich girl standards), tended to talk a lot and immaturely and tended to be rather petulant while contributing very little to the group. Still, she was part of their group and they cared for her. Little Korah was a short but voluptuous girl. Instead of the lean, slim frame of Amanda, the soft, slightly fatty frame of Miriam or the hard, athletic frame of Abigail, she had a sensual, womanly figure with full hips, short but finely curved legs moving down to slender ankles, a full chest and a gently body that looked almost yielding. Her face was cute and round although her soft mouth was a little larger than average. She had olive skin and raven hair. She was overdressed for the occassion in a tiny black short skirt under which a hint of her black thong could be seen, a tight white blouse and a pair of come fuck me black high heels.

"Sleep in the back." Miriam suggested.

Korah leaned over and placed her head on the shoulders of the last girl, Hannah Berkman. Hannah was like a smaller version of Abigail, shorter, a little more muscular and a little darker than the girl in the passenger seat. Smiling a little, she reached up and put an arm around her friend, letting the girl rest. Hannah was dressed simply and casually in a pair of blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a pair of sneakers. Her jeans were tight enough but she wasn't really dressed to get men. "What's that over there?" she asked, pointing to lights in the distance off a sideroad.

Miriam steered the car over, heading towards the light. "We'll find out soon enough. At the least, they can probably tell us where we need to get going."

Miriam moved towards the lights but slammed on the breaks as soon as she got a goodview. There was a small camp in the middle of nowhere where a fairly varied (but all Caucasiam) group of men in paramilitary uniforms seemed to be camped. Many of the men had rifles, there were tents and cooking fires everywhere. It was like something out of one of those movies about scary people in places like...Well, like Montana. Miriam started to gently apply pressure to the break but it was too late. Armed men had already stepped into the path both behind and in front of the van.

((Open for one or more to take over RPing the Nazis))

"Out of the van, girls, NOW!" ordered Dave the Dutchman, leader of the group. One by one, the frightened girls jumped out of the van. "Well, what do we have here. Lost, huh?" The girls, sheepishly nodded. "And I don't suppose that anyone knows you are here, huh?" Again, the girls looked at the ground. "Guilty, as charged" Dave answered his own question. "Well, it was getting boring here until you girls dropped by. He looked at Korah. "Come with me, girl. You are mine for the night." He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her into his tent.

The girls did indeed climb out of the van one by one, placing their hands over their heads. They were surprised at the men's instant hostility. While they know that men like these might have reason to hate them, that didn't seem to be it as the men hadn't even asked about that. They had just instantly attacked.

"What the fuck?! I'm no such thing!" Korah screamed as soon as the man touched her. She tried to kick him in the shin with one high heeled foot but stumbled a little and instead just pulled back. "You can't just kidnap and rape us off the street and expect to get away with it. What is it you want?"

The others said nothing, although Miriam was backing towards the van. She hadn't known that this was what the man had in mind. If she had, she would have just floored it and to hell with the consequences.

"Well, well, a feisty one!" Dave was surprised at the girl's kick. He pushed her to the ground, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her into his tent. Screaming, Korah's legs was being scratched by the small stones on the ground and the broken twigs. Her short black dress was being pulled up toward her waist, her black thong showing her naked body. Her hair ached by the abuse, until she was in the tent.

Dave quickly pulled apart her white blouse, exposing her ample breasts. He tore it off her body. He then pulled off the skirt. It tore in two. Korah was left naked except for her black thong. She tried to cover her breasts, but Dave slapped her face. Her hands fell to her side.

"Now, little girl, are you going to cooperate?"

((OOC: If it's alright, I'm going to play a couple of the Nazis as well as the girls to make this make sense again. Take it from here. PM me if there's any more confusion.))

Hank was one of Dave's top lieutanants. Among other things, he was one of the few men who felt alright standing up to his commander and, after a moment during which he was too stunned to speak, he ran right after Dave to do exactly that. Dave's behavior, based on the information Hank had so far, was not what Hank thought the Nazi movement should be about. They were supposed to protect white girls, even if they did dress like tramps.

The enraged Hank burst into the leaders tent and yalled. "What the fuck do you think you're doing man? I know we've been away from women for awhile but you can't just go attacking our women like this."

Shaking his head, Hank saw that the stunned and sobbing girl was now standing in her bra, panties and heels, hands at her side. She hadn't actually tried to cover her tits as she was, of course, wearing a bra as were all the girls. Hank took off his coat and offered it to her, letting her wrap herself in it, still trembling from her painful ordeal. "There, there, young lady. I'll go make you something hot to drink and find you some warm clothes to wear. And I'll get you a phone so you can call home. I just hope you won't make trouble for us. Now what's your name?"

"Korah Cohen." she answered, pulling the coat tighter.

Hank frowned. Then he shook his head and laughed, turning to his commander. He wasn't paying the slightest attention to the girl he had been so gentle with before. "Cohen, huh? I'm sorry I doubted your judgement, sir. I'll tell the men you're just torturing her so they don't think you've mixed your seed. What would you have me do with the other four?"

"Wait...I thought I was getting..." Korah started to protest. Hank shoved her over just to shut her up, waiting for the boss's instructions.

"Prepare them for inspection, Hank" Dave replied. "The girls need to be stripped and then placed in appropriate places for inspection and play. We will have quite a party tonite."

He then turned to Korah. "Stand up, young lady, and take off the rest of your clothes. You shall be naked from now on."

Dave and the group had not been with a woman as part of the group since a couple of hitchhikers were taken a few weeks ago. The police never found them.

((OOC: I'm sorry but this is simply not what I am looking for. I thought the RP was clear enough and then I TGed you when there seemed to be confusion. Either play Dave as a Nazi militia leader and not a serial kidnapper/rapist interested only in sex or don't play and I will just redo this as a story or something. I am not sure there is a place for my RP on this forum based upon my experiences so far.))

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Originally Posted by Beatrice

I am not sure there is a place for my RP on this forum based upon my experiences so far.))

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Not exactly sure what you are looking for with someone to do role play with. He jumped in to go with the story and you don't like it? hmmm......
Your RP is allowable here at the forums, but most members have different tastes and may not like your topic. So they go to RP elsewhere in subjects that suit them better. Good luck with your RP.

I expressed my problems in telegrams to SirTim. Anyway, I guess this thread is pretty inescapably dead.