Montana Neo-Nazis: A Snuff Story

[SirTimothyk]

"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?"

[Beatrice]

((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.