Chapter 1

Three Ku Klux Klan men were returning from a meeting over in the next county in rural Mississippi one evening. Jim, who was the local sheriff, was saying that he thought the bombing of the church in Birmingham that killed innocent girls was not only wrong, but a disaster for the Klan. "A lot of white people are going to condemn this, and are going to blame the Klan."

Bill, the Klan Vizier, disagreed. "We have to do everything we can to keep the niggers in their place. I don't hold with killing children, even nigger children, but if it results in scaring the niggers to keep them in their place, then it is worth it."

"What do you think, Bob?" Jim asked.

Bob, the Klan Dragon, said "Well, I agree with Bill. This is going to keep the niggers away from trying to go to school with our white kids, and keep them away from trying to vote. That's a good thing, and worth the price of a few dead nigger girls."

Jim, who was driving along the narrow back road in the evening shadows, nearly ran over a girl who was walking along the road, not seeing her until he was almost upon her. He swerved to avoid her but the side of the car gave her a glancing blow. Jim pulled over to the side of the road and the men got out of the car and ran to the girl who was lying in the road. She was barefoot, wearing an old hand-me-down blue dress.

The girl was a cute thing with dark wavy hair, maybe twelve years old, with growing breasts poking against the top of her dress. She was a "high-yellow" kid with a light complexion, yet clearly a nigger. The hem of her skirt had flipped up onto her tummy, exposing her panties. They were old and worn-out panties that had lost the elastic at the leg openings. The panty crotch sagged to one side, exposing the cleft of her girl sex. She was stirring, sitting up, when the men reached her.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Bill said, licking his lips as he stared at the girl's exposed pussy crack.

Bob knelt down beside her saying "Stay still, girl, and let me check you out for any injuries." He began at her ankles, feeling his way up her bare legs, ostensibly checking for any broken bones. "Does this hurt?" he asked, squeezing one knee.

"N-no, sir." she said, obediently letting the white man feel her legs. Bill knelt down too, not to be left out of the fun, and he ran his hand up her other leg.

Jim went to her head. "Did you hurt your head, girl?"

"No, sir." she responded.

"How about your chest. Does this hurt?" he asked, his hands on her young breasts, feeling her through the thin dress. Jim felt the girl's nipples stiffen up as he rubbed his hands over her bosom.

"No sir, the only part of me that hurts is my hip." she replied. Bill and Bob had reached the kid's panties now, their hands feeling her through her panties and inside the leg openings, rubbing her virgin pussy.

She giggled as a finger brushed over the bump of her clitoris. "Oh, that tickles!" she said. Bill grinned at her, repeating the clit tickling.

Looking around, Jim said "We better get you off the road, girl, before another car comes along." The other men caught his meaning. It wouldn't do for them to be caught fondling a young girl in the road, even if she was just a nigger girl. They helped the kid to her feet and walked her over to the car. She walked rather stiffly, favoring one hip.

"What's your name, girl?" Jim asked.

"Tanya, mister." she replied meekly.

"Well, Tanya, we better get your dress and panties off you so we can examine your hip." Jim said.

She looked doubtful, but knew better than to argue with white men. "Yes, sir." she said. Gleefully they pulled her thin, blue dress off over her head, and took down her thin old panties and had her step out of the garment. The men put the naked girl in the back of the car, sitting on Jim's lap, with Bill sitting on one side of her and Bob sitting on her other side.

Jim felt the girl's bare hip where Tanya indicated it was hurting. It was tender to the touch, but the hip bone did not appear to be fractured. He rubbed her gently there. "I think you are going to have a little bruise here, Tanya, but otherwise you should be okay." Jim reached around and felt the girl between her legs. She had a small patch of new pubic hair above her crack. "How old are you, Tanya?"

"Twelve, mister." she replied.

Jim smiled. "Twelve is old enough I think." Bill and Bob nodded, agreeing. Bob and Bill were feeling the young girl's bare breasts, still small but with cute rosy nipples that stood out stiffly after the men rubbed them between their fingers.