Montana Neo-Nazis: A Snuff Story

[Beatrice]

"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."

[Beatrice]

"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.

[Beatrice]

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.

[Beatrice]

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