The Klansman's Daughter, Part 2 by wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com) ~~~ 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 wetfly6969@aol.com