The Klansman's Daughter, Part 2

by wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com)

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The meeting had already begun; the bon fire in full rage and Stan
was rallying the assembly, telling them of the rebirth of the
white race in the South.  Many of the gathers donned their Klan
hood and robes, but many chose to go exposed, proud to be a
member of the great KKK.

Carl had her arm twisted behind her back, her hand between her
shoulder blades as he marched her toward the stage, followed by
the others.  Her opened shirt and braless breasts were
prominently displayed for those who turned to see as the men
parted the crowd.

"What is the meaning of this?" Stan bellowed, angry that his
speech had been interrupted.

"We caught this whore fucking a nigger on the way here and wanted
to teach her a lesson and make an example of her for all the
other white girls who might consider polluting their bodies with
nigger sperm!" Carl yelled out, his voice projecting far and
wide.

The stunned group stared up at the scantily dressed young girl
and begins whispering, their voices breaking the silence of the
lake.

"If that is what you wanna do," he added not wanting to overstep
his bounds.

He looked at the teen, she wasn't very old and it's probably not
too late to cure her of this sickness she has.  Looking to the
four men with Carl he asked, "You witnessed this as well?  This
white girl with a nigger?"  The four chimed in, saying what they
saw.

***

"Dad, what's going on? Kyle asked trying to see over the
shoulders of the man in front to him.  He saw some men taking a
girl up front and was surprised as he didn't think girls were
allowed in the meetings.  But the way she was dressed and the way
he pushed her along told him she wasn't there by choice.

"I'm not sure, son, I can't hear what they're saying and this
never happened before."

"Someone caught that girl fucking niggers," the man standing in
front of them said turning around.  "Stan might make an example
of her,"

"NIGGERS? EEeewwwwwww, gross," Ben called out trying to get a
better view of the girl.  They arrived late and were among the
back row, and with so many others in front of them, it was
impossible to get a clear view of what was going on.

Jacob, at 6 foot 9, towered over the others and could see the
familiar looking girl being manhandled on stage to the cheers and
howls of the congregation.  If he didn't know better, he'd think
it was his cousin, Carla, but it couldn't be, could it?  There
have been rumors of her around school, but he chose to ignore
them as he didn't want to anger his uncle.  Besides, he wasn't
sure if they were true or not and some of the stories were pretty
crazy.

James noticed his Will a few rows ahead, watching as the young
girl was tossed about between several men like a pinball, often
stumbling into their arms as her clothing continued to be ripped
from her body.  "Wait here," he told his sons before squeezing
between the dozen or so men standing between him and his brother.

"What's going on?" he asked pulling on Will's sleeve and seeing
the horrid expression on his face.  His eyes were transfixed on
the stage, his eyes bulging, his mouth gaped.  "Will, are you
okay?" he asked concerned for his older brother.

"It's Carla!" he grumbled still mesmerized by what was happening.

"Huh?  What do you mean?  What are you talking about?" he asked
noticing how red Wills' face was and seeing beads of sweat
covering his face.  He never broke his stare and James slowly
turned to see what was so fascinating.  "OH MY GOD!" he called
out, shocked to see his naked niece having her hands tied
together above her head.

"Take her to the tree," Stan called out as the men parted,
yielding for the men pulling Carla to the back of the crowd.

"Will, you've got to stop them!" James said pulling on his arm. 
"Tell them it's a mistake and that Carla wouldn't do that.  She's
a good Klan girl, not a nigger-lover."

"I can't," he mumbled.  "It will bring shame and dishonor to me
and my family."

"Carla *IS* you family.  Do something!  Tell Stan she's your
daughter and not to hurt her."

"If what they said is true, she's no longer my daughter.  My
daughter would never do something like that."

"Well, if you're not going to say something, I am.  She's my
niece and I don't want anything to happen to her!" he said
turning to leave.  Will grabbed his shirt sleeve.

"Don't," he said pulling him back.

"WHAT?  Will, this is Carla, your DAUGHTER, remember?"

"Stan talked to me on the way to the meeting.  He's moving away
and he's considering me to replace him.  If he finds out she's my
daughter...  Well, let's just say it won't look good for me."

"I don't believe you!  You're willing to sacrifice your daughter
to get a position in the Klan?"

"I'm not sacrificing anything.  She brought this on herself.  If
she didn't fuck those... those... damn niggers, she wouldn't be
here right now!  Let her suffer the consequences of her actions!"

James stared at his brother in disbelief.  What's going on here?
This isn't like his brother to be that way.  And what about
Connie?  What will she do when she finds out about this?  She'll
put it together when Carla tells her what the Klan did to her and
knowing that Will was here and didn't stop them.

The smacking sound and loud shriek turned their attention to the
tree where Carla was hanging, suspended by her wrists.  One of
their brothers, and he couldn't tell who with the hood on, had a
bull whip and was striking her with it.  She cried out again as
he lashed her once again across her back.  James turned back to
Will.  "You're just going to let this happen?"  His brother
remained silent.

Her back was bloodied, bright red and inflamed when the beating
finally ended after several long, grueling minutes.  As he struck
her, she spun around, giving him access to her stomach, legs and
breast to target as well.  Her head slumped down, hanging
lifeless, her dark hair covering her face.

"Enough," Stan called out raising his hand.  James sighed a
breath of relief.  It was hard on her, he was sure, and she'd
bear the pain and scars for a while, but a least it's over.  "Cut
her down," he added returning to the stage.  "Bring the wench
here."

Her motionless body was carried by two men, one holding her legs,
the other gripping her under the arms, her head against his
chest.  Her hands were still tied together, resting on her
bloodied stomach.  The crowd watched as they dropped her to the
stage, pulling her hands above her head and securing them to the
stage.

"DAD!" Jacob called out from a few feet away, attempting to reach
his father while his two younger siblings followed in his wake. 
"Dad,  Uncle Will, I think that's Carla up there," he yelled out
getting closer still.  The men turned to him nodding.

"We know, but there's nothing we can do for her.  She made her
bed," Will told him looking back to the stage.  Ben and Kyle
stopped short, running into Jacob's back.

"We've got to help her, Dad," Jacob said watching as ropes were
secured to each ankle and fastened to hooks several feet apart. 
Her legs were spread painfully wide, almost to the point of
pulling her hips from their sockets.

"Your Uncle doesn't want to help her, so stay out of it, okay?"
he mumbled not able to watch anymore of what the men tying her
were doing.

"This young whore's body has been polluted with the filth of
niggers and must be cleansed or she shall have the rot of their
seeds forever in her womb," he began speaking, as a hush over
came the crowd.  "It is your right, your duty as Klansmen to
purify this young girl's soul and give her a chance to make her
life right.  I'm counting on you, each and every one of you to
help with this and do your part to remove the shame she has
caused for her race, her self and her family."

"Will, they're going to gang rape her if you don't stop them!"
James sternly whispered to his stubborn brother.  He's always
been like that, pig-headed and once he thought he was right,
would never change his mind.  This shouldn't be one of those
times, but there he was, standing 40 feet away from his teenage
daughter watching as several men began gather around her.

He watched as Stan pulled the front of his robe away, dropping to
his knees.  The heads of the crowd before him kept him from
seeing, but he knew what was happening.  Stan was going to be the
first.  The cheering of the crowd signaled the start of what
would be a very long night.

There were so many men, more than a 100 but not much more. 
Surely they wouldn't all rape her.  Most are married and several
have daughters about her age.  They wouldn't join in, would they?
 A chant began at the front of the stage and quickly spread to
include those standing around them.

The chant suddenly turned to cheers as the action culminated with
Stan standing and shaking his semi-erect cock to the shouting
crowd.  A second man, the Imperial Wizard, pulled his robe to the
side before dropping to the stage and the chanting resumed.

Two additional men took a turn with Carla before standing to
wiggle their manhood at the crowd in some bizarre showing of male
dominance.  The fifth man fell to the stage between her widely
spread legs.

"I want you to go next," Stan said putting his arm around Will.

"Uh, sir, I don't think that would be right, I am married after
all," he said glancing up to see the man who had earlier climb on
top of her rise to shake his cock to the yelling crowd.

"Nonsense, we're all married," he said smiling.  "A little fun
never hurt anyone.  Besides, what the little misses don't know
won't hurt her, right?" he added with a wink.

"I dunno, Stan, she *is* a nigger-loving whore, right?  I
shouldn't risk putting my cock into her, there's no telling what
I might catch."

"Don't worry none about that.  It won't be nothing a little shot
couldn't take care of.  Now I think it will look better if I
accompany you on stage, let the guys see us together so when I
make that big announcement, they'll already know who you are," he
said walking with his arm still around him, trying to get him
moving.

"Stan, I really don't want to, if it's okay with you.  It's not
right, I mean with her, I mean..."

"Will, surely you won't let the little fact that she's a slut and
had a few black cocks in her dissuade you from this occasion? 
This is your chance, man, to show what you're made of, to prove
to the others that you're one of us, united and are able to lead
them in the future.  This is more than just fucking a dumb whore;
it's about bonding and earning your place amongst the very best."

The cheering from the crowd turned the men's attention back to
the stage and to the next man waving his cock around in a circle
like a helicopter.  The yelling lasted a little longer than the
others as the next man moved on top of her.

"I'd hate for something like this to jeopardize you chances,
Will," he said seriously.

"You mean you'd hold it against me if I didn't fuck, uh, the
girl?"

"It's your chance to bond with the men, and prove that you're
superior to the corruptions the niggers did to the whore and yet
be a decision maker.  The men will respect that."

"Yea, Will, you should go and fuck the whore.  She's just a dumb
fuck toy anyway so it won't matter, right?" James added
sarcastically to the glare of his brother.  "You'll either do
right by your heart, or you'll ignore what you should do and join
in.  The choice is yours."

"I'm sorry," Stan said turning to him.  "I think this is a
private conversation.  Now, let's go up there and really show the
men what you're made of, okay?" he said leading Will through the
crowd.

"What's going on, Dad?" Kyle asked watching their backs until the
were swallowed up by the group.

"I'm not sure but it looks like your Uncle Will is going to fuck
Carla."

"Really?  That's awesome.  Can we fuck her too?"  James looked
down at his youngest son unbelieving what he just asked.  This
was his cousin they were talking about, not some random slut
pulled off the street.

"I, uhm, I dunno.  I guess if Uncle Will does it, then we should
be allowed to do it too, right?" he asked the smiling boys. 
"Come, let's get a closer look."

***

Will stared down at the naked ass of the man humping away on top
of his semi-conscious daughter.  Her head swayed from his thrust,
hair covering part of her face.  His hand cupped under her for
leverage as he pounded hard into her, grunting with each forward
strike.  The shouts of encouragement from the crowd were both
annoying and disturbing.

Rearing his head backward and grunting loudly, he welded his
thighs to her, bellowing out like a sea lion as his butt cheeks
repeatedly clinched and relaxed, spilling his seeds into her.  As
quickly as he was finished, he withdrew, faced the crowd and
shook his dripping cock at the crowd who grew louder with
expitement.

"Go ahead," Stan said patting Will on the back.  He looked down.

Her arms were pulled tightly above her head, flattening her
breast into oval mounds of flesh.  Her legs were spread so far
apart they almost made a T shape and her well trimmed, red and
swollen pussy was dripping thick lines of white slime.  He
swallowed hard.

He hasn't seen her naked since before she started puberty five
years ago and was amazed at how much she's grown.  Even what
they've put her though, she still looked pretty and remarkably,
had an extremely nice body.

"What are you waiting for?" Stan urged, giving him a nudge toward
the girl.  Breathing deeply, he pulled the front of his robe
away, reaching for his zipper.  Maybe he'll just pretend to do
it, just move his ass a few times and get off of her.  That
should please Stan and he wouldn't feel guilty.  Dropping to his
knees, he moved closer, lining his groin to hers before grinding
them together.

The crowd resumed chanting, urging him to `fuck the whore' over
and over again.  His head was spinning; the excitement of the
evening and the knowledge of his pending appointment, his
adrenalin was pumping and her silky smooth skin rubbing against
his growing erection was taking its toll.  He felt it swell as it
rubbed back and forth between her labia, coating his cock with
juices.  She was soft and slippery as his now erect manhood began
poking at the slimy entrance of her womanhood.

He felt it catch at the hole and stopped moving, sucking in a
deep breath.  His heart was pounding in his chest and he couldn't
breathe.  Quickly he gave his hips a thrust, sending the head
into the tightness of her warm soupy vagina.  He grunted, unable
to stop, and pushed harder, sending several inches into her,
coating his balls with the sperm of the men who went before him.
Closing his eyes, he mumbled for forgiveness and lunged forward,
burying the rest of his cock into her.

She moaned opening her eyes at the sudden intrusion of her sore
pussy and stared into the face of the man she's loved her entire
life.  She was too weak to respond, too tired to speak and
watched his contorted face as his cock repeatedly stab into her.
Her throat was so dry she couldn't speak and knew there was
nothing she could do to stop him.

She felt incredible, burning hot inside, so wet that he could
hear the smacking sounds from his thrusts even over the yelling
crowd and she was surprisingly tight.  More so than Connie.  He
couldn't hold back, didn't want to.  He wanted to get it over as
soon as possible to end his torment.  Pushing a few last times,
he grunted, sending this sperm into her very child he helped
create.

He waited several seconds, feeling the spasms of her swollen hole
arbitrarily squeezing his deflating cock before extracting
himself from her.  It felt as if it held onto him, not wanting to
release his dick and trying to suck it back inside.  The head
popped free, releasing a torrent of watery cum in its wake,
soaking the stage under her.  He stood, faced the crowd and shook
his cock to them, just as all the others had done. Even before he
turned around, another man was on top of her thrusting wilding,
kneading her taunt breasts like balls of dough.

He stumbled away, running into James and this three nephews
staring at him near the steps.  He brushed past them, getting
caught on the arm by his brother.  "So I guess that's how it's
going to be, huh?" he asked trying to get him to look him in the
eyes.

"Leave me alone," he barked, pulling his arm free to fight his
way through the line of men waiting to fuck her.  James watched
until his brother disappeared shaking his head.

"We can fuck her now, right Dad?" Kyle asked looking up at his
father.  "That's what you said.  If Uncle Will does it, then we
can too, right?"

"Yea, that's what I said.  Now move up before you lose your place
in line."

Will felt like shit and headed to the lake to get some air.  How
could he do that to his own daughter?  And why didn't he try and
stop the others?  What kind of man actually fucks his child and
stands there watching others doing the same thing?  The distant
cheering of the crowd told him someone else was finishing up on
her.

If he had a way home, he'd grab Carla from them and run like hell
to get away.  He smiled.  That's an easy cop-out.  `I don't have
a car so I can't rescue her'.  He walked to the other side
watching the dull glow from the fire reflecting in the water. 
"You're a real asshole, Will," he mumbled sitting under a tree.

***


~ end of part 2 

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