A Nazi conquest party
From Create Your Own Story
Later that night a long black limo pulls up just outside your cults headquarters. The door opens and Stacy along with her twenty cheerleader friend’s steps out of the limo all fired up about the party. You stand behind the double front doors and watch them through the keyhole, dressed in a grey Nazi uniform with a swastika emblem strapped to your arm.
You see the girls smiles disappear as armed SS soldiers springs forward from all directions and surround the cheerleaders. As the soldiers starts dragging the helpless girls towards the door you step away and let them enter. As the girls are forced into the room they bear witness to the grand, marbled floored hall with almost fifty cult members dressed as Nazis populating it. You’ve decorated it with Nazi flags and icons, the perfect theme party.
“Sharon what’s happening! Why are you dressed like that?” Stacy screams in your face as she kicks and squirms in a desperate attempt to escape the soldiers grip.
“I invited you to the party Stacy. But it’s not your party, its ours, you and your slutty friends will be the entertainment for the third Reich this evening!” As you speak the words you add a heavy German accent and a tone of triumph.
“You… you can’t be serious Sharon stop kidding around!”
Your eyes open wide with anger at her words. You slap Stacy’s across her cheek and scream in her face. “Insolent slavish bitch! You will be the first one to experience our superiority!”
One girl standing by the side looks around for a chance to escape. She’s afraid but not panicking, the levelheaded one among the group no doubt. She notices that one of the guards is black, but still wears the same SS uniform as the other guards. She asks him accusingly. “How can you be dressed as a Nazi? Don’t you know what they did to people? Don’t you know how evil they were?”
You step in and answer for him. “Satanists are rootless people; we care not for the ideologies of others, only use them to pleasure ourselves.
“Satanists what are you talking about? Ugh!” Stacy asks and her question is answered by a hard punch to the gut from one of the guards. The smart girl keeps silent but finds herself being molested by the black guard.
You take a hold of Stacy’s long blond hair and pull her from her cheerleader friends. You drag her to the ground, forcing her to stand on her knees before the assembled cult members.
“For the love of God Sharon please don’t do this!” Stacy manages to say while cold tears run down her cheek.
“What should we do with this first bitch?” You shout so loud that all ears can hear you, and Stacy’s tears continue.
“Water torture!”
“The Sheppard’s, the German Sheppard’s!”
“Electrocute that Slavic ass!”
