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...of all Possible Worlds
by T.S. Severe

Chapter 9


"Dani?" My mother blinked at me and then smiled happily, taking me
into her arms.

I hadn't told my parents that Mr. Reiser was allowing me to visit them
every Sunday afternoon. I'd driven to their house shortly after lunch
and I could stay until six or so before I returned to have supper with
my Master.

"Hi mom." I smiled at her and she was feeling me all over, as if I
might be injured, or just a mirage possibly.

"Are you okay? How are you? Oh...Come in! Ben! Dani's here...Ben!" Mom was
pulling me into the house and I'd only rang the doorbell to see her
face when she opened it.

"I'm fine." I smiled.

"Look at you!" My mom looked me up and down and I was wearing a new
pink dress and pink shoes, and I had a new pink purse to go with it
and I was very pretty for my mommy.

"Mr. Reiser took me shopping yesterday." I shrugged. "I got my hair
done too, do you like it?"

I'd gotten the ends cut and had it straightened and then colored with
just a hint of red, barely enough to really notice, but it was there
and the eyes saw it even if the mind didn't recognize it, or so the
hairdressing told me. I believed him and it looked nice. My dress was
modest and attractive and the shoes had low heels with open toes. None
of it was overly special but just nice and feminine and it made me a
real girl, unmistakably so, and no one would know otherwise without a
close and intimate examination of my body.

"You're beautiful." Mom smiled and her reaction was all I'd hoped it
would be. She'd always wanted a daughter. "My goodness!"

"Dani?" My dad was coming in through the kitchen and stopped in his
tracks and then smiled. "Well, look at you."

He hugged me and kissed my cheek and it was good to be home again.

"No, he's very nice, mom." I told my parents while we sat in the
kitchen and mom was asking me about my Master.

Mom insisted on feeding me too, although I could eat very little. I
was already on a strict diet.

"I was so worried about you." Mom told me. "The way he just...Took you."

"I know." I reached for hand. "He's been kind and generous, oh jeeze..."
I giggled and rolled my eyes. "...I think I love him, I swear."

"Well, just don't expect him to love you back." My father said and I
nodded at that.

"He hasn't...Hurt you or anything?" My mom asked and I shook my head.

"No, of course not." I smiled. "I'm good, you know that."

"Oh, I know." My mom agreed. "But some of them, well...Just be careful
and do what he tells you."

"How's that new school?" My dad asked.

"You know about that?" I looked at him.

"Mr. Reiser mentioned it to me." Daddy shrugged.

"It's...Okay." I made a little face. "It's different."

"Are they giving you a hard time?" My mom asked and she was always
concerned about that, it was why they'd spent so much money to send me
to a private school all those years.

"The other kids?" I asked and she nodded. "Some of them, you know, but
not too bad."

It was a small lie, but a necessary one. I was having a hard time, the
girls wouldn't accept me and the boys, some of them, just wanted sex
or they'd beat me up. They were a bunch of dumb niggers as far as I
was concerned and the teachers knew about it, but didn't try and stop
it or anything. I was a sissy fag, so far as the principal and the
others were concerned, and I deserved whatever I got. There wasn't
anything I could do about it and I didn't complain, not even to my
Master when he asked me about school occasionally.

"You just study hard, dear." My mom decided. "Don't pay any attention
to those slaveborn fools."

"They shouldn't be in school anyway." My dad grumped and the truth was
that freeborn blacks were rather prejudiced, but we had good reason to
be.

"Does Mr. Reiser have other slaves, Dani?" My mom wondered.

"Just one, um, she's nice. She's old and been with him since Mr.
Reiser was born, I think."

"Oh, well that's good then." My mom nodded.

"No other girls though?" My dad asked. "No, uh, boys?"

"No." I smiled happily. "Just me."

"Huh." My dad smiled back. "I guess that makes you special then,
Princess."

"Yeah." I giggled. "He gave me that car, did you see it? And Wednesday
we're going to the hospital."

"The hospital?" My mom's eyes got large. "Why? Are you sick?"

"No mom." I smiled big. "I'm going to get breasts."

"You are?" She smiled at me.

"Breasts?" My dad gave me a look. "Uh, what about the...Rest of you?"

"The rest of me? Oh!" I laughed and looked down with a little shrug.
"He, uh, Mr. Reiser likes that part of me, so..."

"So you're not going to...Okay." My dad licked his lips and nodded and
I'm not sure if he was relieved by the news that I was going to keep
my penis and balls, or not.

"That'll be nice." My mom smiled uncertainly at my dad. "Right?"

"Yeah, well, um...She's a girl." My dad shrugged. "Mostly, so..."

"It's weird, I know." I made a little face. "I'm pretty excited
though. I hope they're nice."

"I'm sure they'll be perfect." My mom was accepting it quickly, as she
should considering my parents had really gone out of their way to turn
me into a girl in the first place.

I honestly don't know if I would have been a sissy fag anyway,
probably I think, but maybe not. Are people born that way? Who knows
for sure because you can't try it both ways, right? I'd grown up in
dresses and playing with dolls and being called by a girlish nickname.
Did any of that influence my appearance? Maybe, but I would have been
pretty anyway, even as a heterosexual boy, I'd have been pretty, not
handsome, and so I'd gotten lucky, in my opinion. I was a girl inside
and very nearly one on the outside, except for that small biological
contradiction between my legs, and that was hardly important.

"Here, um...I have something for you." My mom had gone upstairs for a
few minutes and when she came back she was carrying some jewelry.

"What's that, mom?" I looked at her.

"I was saving this until you were older, but this is a good time." My
mom smiled. "This was my mother's engagement ring."

"Grammy's? Really?" I smiled and took the small gold ring from her; it
had a small diamond, maybe half a carat, no more than that, but it had
been my grandmother's.

"Yeah, and she wanted you to have it." My mom nodded.

"Actually, she wanted you to give it to your fiancé, if you ever had
one." My dad chuckled.

"Well, she never really understood." My mom shrugged. "And this was
hers, it's got your grandfather's picture in it."

It was a small gold locket and I opened it carefully, seeing a small
heart shaped photo of a man I only barely remembered.

"You can put a different picture in it." My mom shrugged, but of
course I promised I wouldn't and that pleased her.

"And, this is...Was mine..." Mom smiled at me. "...My mom gave it to me when
I was about your age and so I'm giving it to you."

"Oh, mom." I smiled as she gave me a small bracelet, gold with some
little charms dangling from it. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, dear." She leaned over so I could hug her and then
helped me put the bracelet on.

It wasn't an expensive one or anything, just a 14 karat gold bracelet
and a light one at that, but it was something to be passed down and
that made it special. It was nothing like the jewelry Mr. Reiser
allowed me to wear when we went out, but this was better. It was mine
and my mother had worn it, my grandmother, and I was smiling so much
it hurt.

"It looks nice." My dad decided and I gave him a hug too, just because
I loved them both so much.

Later it was time to say goodbye and that was hard, but made easier
when I told them I could come over every Sunday afternoon. My mom was
especially pleased by that, and impressed by Mr. Reiser's generosity,
I thought. Most masters went the other way, deliberately breaking
family ties where they could, just to assure the dependence of their
slaves maybe, or to assert their own authority, I don't know. Allowing
me to spend time with my parents was better and didn't undermine my
respect for the man at all, it only increased it and I was again
reminded by how fortunate I really was.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Shoooooot..." I bit my lip as I saw flashing lights in my rearview
mirror.

I wasn't speeding or anything, I knew that, and I hadn't gone through
any red lights or anything. I was frightened, of course, nobody wanted
to be pulled over by the police, but especially not a young slave
driving alone. How many horror stories had I heard that started out
with a young black girl being stopped by the police. They were all
just stories, I was sure, but still, there's an instinctive fear in
all black people for authority, for policemen and uniforms and I had
no rights under the law. There could be no such as thing as an illegal
search or police brutality or unlawful arrest. Those were for white
people and to a certain extent, freeborn blacks, and I was neither of
those. Not any more.

"I need your registration and proof of insurance. Do you have a
license?" The policeman asked me without any preamble or niceties. He
was big and white and dressed impeccably in black with a big gun at
his hip.

"Yes sir." I answered promptly.

"I need that too." He told me. "What's your civil status?"

"I'm owned." I swallowed hard, opening the glove compartment and
finding the paperwork the policeman wanted and my hands were shaking.

"Let me have your left arm." He said, ignoring the papers I was
holding.

He had a small scanner and it illuminated my tattoo, reading the data
and now that my paperwork was filed, all my information would show up
in his computer, or whatever he had in his police car. After that he
took the papers and left me to sit there while he went to sit in his
car and do whatever it is policemen do. He'd check to make sure the
car wasn't stolen, I'd guess, and registered and insured properly and
then look to see if I was a runaway or whatever. So many things to
check and I was terrified some bit of information would be wrong
somewhere and I'd be arrested and detained and interrogated and...

"Here's your paperwork." He was back five minutes later. "Step out of
the car now."

It wasn't a request and my heart tried to stop as I stared at him for
a second and then nodded quickly.

"Yes sir." I opened the door and I wasn't going to ask a single
question, give him any excuse to hurt or arrest me.

I followed him to the back of my car, standing on the shoulder of the
road and traffic was light anyway.

"Are you Daniel Richardson, black, age sixteen, male, and in proper
custody of Mr. H.L. Reiser of Memphis, Tennessee?" The policeman spoke
slowly and clearly and I nodded.

"Yes sir." I said softly.

"I'm going to search your person, Daniel." He told me and I knew
immediately the only reason he was doing it was because I looked like
a girl.

"Yes sir." I answered because there was no other response possible.

He put me against the trunk of the Mercedes, my hands against the cool
metal and my legs spread in my dress. I was standing back too, so that
I had to lean forward and if I lifted my hands I had no place to go
but flat on my face. I bit my lip as he stood close behind me, very
close and I felt the man's pelvis against my ass as he ran his fingers
very slowly through my hair, down my neck and over my shoulders. He
was grinding himself against me all the while, his penis hardening
beneath his uniform and I felt my blood rising in my face as it was
humiliating.

The policeman moved his hands to my chest, pressing against my blouse
and bra, and my nipples beneath. He held me like that much longer than
he needed to, squeezing me with his hands, rubbing me while he moved
his hips and the whole time he said nothing and I was just trying to
breathe slowly and stay calm. He could take me back to his police
station if he wanted and do a strip search, hold me as long as he
wanted before calling my Master to come get me.

His hands moved down finally, to my flat tummy and he felt my waist
and hips, and then down again, feeling my crotch and I shut my eyes
tightly as his strong hands found my cock and balls through my skirt
and panties. He squeezed my balls hard, making me gasp and my knees
sagged and then he let me go, moving his hands to the front of my
thighs and down as far as my knees.

That was far enough to get beneath the hem of my skirt and his hands
traveled back up slowly, this time against my bare skin, lifting the
pink material in the front and I shook uncontrollably with fear as he
felt my thighs and then his hands went back to my panties, just as I'd
known they had to. It was what he wanted, to touch me and humiliate
and frighten me. To rape me.

"You like this, Daniel." The policeman didn't ask and he was massaging
my penis through the soft satin of my white bikini underwear.

"Y-Yes sir." I gasped and even if he hadn't felt how stiff I was for
him, I would have lied.

The man's was breathing heavier, his mouth close to my ear and he
pushed a hand inside my panties, making me jerk slightly as I felt the
smooth skin of his fingers and palm encircling my girl cock. He
squeezed me, not hard like he had my balls, but gently, massaging me
as he moved his other hand away from me and I knew what he was doing.
I felt the pressure against my ass easing and then the sound of his
zipper.

"P-Please, sir...My M-Master...I have condoms." I whispered and suggesting
that this policeman use a rubber before he fucked me took every ounce
of strength I had.

"Are you trying to bribe a law enforcement officer with sex?" He asked
and his voice was cold, humorless, and his other hand lifted the back
of my dress, pushing it up around my hips.

"N-No sir." I answered with a quivering voice.

"Do you think I'm a faggot?" He was pulling my panties down, still
holding my penis, sliding the foreskin back and forth over the
sensitive glans and I was almost crying now.

"Noooo..." I moaned softly. "...Sir, no sir...I'm sorry..."

"I should arrest you." He told me and I let out a soft sob as I felt
the head of his cock pressing between my bare ass cheeks, finding the
tight pucker of my anus.

"P-Please, sir...I'm sorry..." I repeated and that was all I could say to
him.

"I think you're a...Whore!" He exhaled sharply on the word, stabbing his
cock inside me as he held my penis tightly in his fist and I yelped
with pain as his cock felt huge to me.

"And your master is your...Pimp!" He thrust again, even harder and I
screamed as my asshole was torn open by the policeman's steely prick.

"How much does he charge for your tight nigger ass?" The policeman
asked me, not moving now but just holding himself inside me, playing
with my aching penis and whispering with his mouth in my hair.

"Mmmphh..." I whimpered softly, biting my lip and closing my eyes, my
asshole clenched tightly around the man, the muscles spasming as my
whole body trembled with pain and pleasure.

"You do it good too, don't you?" He started moving, sliding his large
cock in and out of me so that it burned as my muscles were forced to
stretch and contract around him. "You fuck good, don't you?"

"Yesssss..." I hissed between my teeth, rolling my ass and feeling the
sperm rising in my balls, despite my fear or perhaps because of it.
His hand was massaging my penis so nicely, his cock filling my rectum
like no man before him and I thought he must have been huge.

"Show me how good you fuck." He whispered, holding his body still and
squeezing my penis harder, making me move my ass and fuck myself onto
his cock.

I pushed back as best I could and then pulled forward, slowly, careful
not to let him come out of my fiery ass. I was fucking him, moving my
ass around in a small circle, up and down and side to side, every
which way I could to give that policeman pleasure. When he liked
something he let me know with a gentle rub of my penis, when he wanted
me to move differently he squeezed me harder, making me groan and work
my body eagerly.

"Enough." The policeman said after a long five minutes of that and he
held my hips in both hands, releasing my penis and he wanted to cum.

I braced myself, looking down with my eyes closed, my knees shaking
with the wild emotions that flooded me. There was no guarantee that
he'd let me go after this. He could keep me and take me to jail. He
could do things to me that I was afraid to imagine and at the same
time I was excited by this entire experience, humiliated and aroused
as my body burned beneath the man's swollen cock. He was fucking me
hard and fast, sawing his prick in and out of my asshole with long,
rapid strokes that left me panting for air.

Cars drove by every few minutes, curious faces pressed to the window
as they slowed. The red and blue lights flashed behind us, drawing
attention and how many people had seen that big white policeman
fucking the pretty black girl? I didn't know but that excited me as
well for some reason. My penis was hard, flopping around as my body
moved, my ass bouncing off the policeman's pelvis with every thrust of
his cock. He was deep inside me, buried in my body and I heard him
groan finally, his fingers digging into my soft skin as he ejaculated
thick hot sperm into my bowels.

I came as well just then, as if the sensation of a man cumming inside
me was my favorite thing in all the world. I couldn't stop it from
happening and I didn't want to. My girl cock jerked and spewed my seed
over my thighs and feet and the ground beneath me. It caused my
asshole to tighten even further, my rectum grasping at the cock inside
me, massaging it with contractions that were good for both of us and
it took a few minutes before they passed and my penis fell flaccid,
dripping semen in long silvery strands.

"Clean me." The policeman ordered and I didn't hesitate, but turned
for him, feeling my body stiff as I'd been so tense for so long.

I knelt on the side of the road and took his cock into my mouth,
washing it with my tongue and tasting his salty sperm and the bitter,
acrid remains of my ass on his flesh. Sperm leaked from my stretched
and well-fucked ass, dripping out of me and some running down my
thighs, but I paid it little mind. I mouthed as much of him as I
could, and his was the largest cock I'd ever seen, as thick as my
wrist and long, impossibly long as I had no hope of taking more than a
third of him between my tightly stretched lips. I licked and kissed at
the parts of him I couldn't suck for several minutes, until the
policeman was satisfied and pulled his cock away, putting it into his
trousers

The policeman walked back towards his car and I was afraid to move
until he glanced back at me.

"Wait in your vehicle." He said without smiling, but somewhat amused I
thought, and I nodded slowly, standing up and reaching for my panties
which were around my knees.

"The reason I stopped you is because you have a bad brake light on the
left side." The policeman told me a few minutes later and he was
handing me a 'fix-it' ticket through the open window. "You tell your
custodian he needs to get it fixed."

"Yes sir." I nodded and watched him walk away and I had to sit there
for several minutes before I thought I was okay to drive. I'd never
been so frightened in my life...Or aroused.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"You're late now." Mercy frowned at me as I entered the house through
the kitchen. "Gone upstahs, child, and fix yourself up some, you're a
frightful one now, huh! I'll be serving dinnah bye and bye. You come
down quick too, he been waiting for you."

"Okay, I will." I nodded and that was the most I'd ever heard Mercy
say at one time, especially to me.

I washed my body quickly in the shower, wincing slightly as I felt my
swollen anus seemingly turned outward and I worked to get the
policeman's sperm out of me with my fingers, but there was a lot and
it was still deep. I brushed my hair and made myself up for dinner,
which Mr. Reiser liked somewhat formal as such things go. So I wore a
dress, another new one in green and gold velvet, fumbling with the
small buttons in my haste. I found him standing in the dining room
some twenty minutes after I'd arrived home and I lowered my eyes,
apologizing for my lateness.

"So you got pulled over, huh?" He frowned at that. "I'll have the car
checked tomorrow, you can ride the bus to school."

"Yes sir." I nodded, not knowing exactly how to get to the school by
public bus, but I'd figure it out. I'd just have to leave a little
earlier than usual.

"Did it scare you?" Mr. Reiser asked me.

"Yeah...Yes sir, oh God!" I giggled and relaxed a little as he was
smiling and Mercy was serving us fish from a silver tray she carried.

I told him how the policeman searched me and my Master leaned forward
at that, seemingly very interested for some reason and it occurred to
me that he liked having me put in situations like that. As with the
principal at school, and even Mr. Simpson whipping me, Mr. Reiser had
gotten aroused when I told him about the police officer's ill
treatment of me. I didn't think my Master wanted me hurt, but
humiliated perhaps, or just frightened. He seemed to find it
interesting and I wasn't sure what to make of that.

"Was his cock hard?" Mr. Reiser asked me. "Did you feel it?"

"Yes sir." I nodded. "He was...Against me, his, uh, cock...It was against
my ass and he moved."

"Like he was fucking you?"

"Yes sir." I agreed softly. "He was touching my body, my breast and
fucking me through our clothes."

"Did you want him to, Danielle?" Mr. Reiser asked and I was going to
tell lie and say no, but I sensed he wanted a different answer and
wouldn't be terribly unhappy if I told him the truth for his pleasure.

"Yes." I answered quietly and looked down with embarrassment. "I
wanted him to lift my dress..."

"And pull your panties down..."

"...And pull my panties down so he could fuck me." I nodded. "He felt so
hard...He was so big and strong in that uniform."

"...You wanted him, that big white cock in your boy pussy, huh?" Mr.
Reiser licked his lips. "You should have asked him for it."

"Yes sir." I breathed.

"You should have begged him to fuck your negra ass."

"I know..." I licked my lips. "...I wanted to, but I was afraid."

"Afraid of what, Dani?"

"Afraid he'd take me to jail." I said and now I wasn't lying and so I
looked up. "He'd put me in a cell and rape me, him and the other
policemen."

We were eating slowly and this seemed a strange topic for our dinner
conversation, but it was exciting as well. Mr. Reiser and I were
separated by that table and I very much wished he was holding me while
we spoke. I would have enjoyed feeling him against me, touching him
and stroking his penis while I told him about the policeman and what
had happened. This was a tease, sitting there like that and I felt my
girl cock stirring once more as my teenage hormones were always beyond
my control.

"What else did he do?" Mr. Reiser wondered.

"He...He touched me." I told him. "Under my dress, he played with my
penis and I was embarrassed."

"Why?"

"Because I..." I giggled and I was embarrassed right then as well. "...I
was hard for him and he knew I liked it."

"Did you cum? Did he jerk you off?" Mr. Reiser was smiling at me.

"N-No...Not then, sir." I shook my head. "Um, later I came, but first
he, um, he pulled up my dress and his cock, he...Took it out."

"So he did fuck you." Mr. Reiser nodded agreeably.

"Y-yes sir." I swallowed hard and had a sip of wine, which we always
had with dinner.

"Bareback?" Mr. Reiser tilted his head.

"Yes." I closed my eyes. "I'm sorry, Master. I told him I had condoms.
I asked him, but..."

"What did he say?"

"He asked me if I was trying to bribe him."

"Heh." Mr. Reiser chuckled and I glanced at him, expecting to be angry
that I'd disobeyed him and taken the man's cock inside me without
protection.

"He said, uh, he called me a whore and he said that..." I paused.

"What?"

"He said you were my...Pimp, sir." I shivered and I couldn't look at
him, or eat anymore.

"He called me a pimp?" Mr. Reiser narrowed his eyes at that.

"Y-Yes sir." I agreed. "And then he...Well, he was already fucking me
then."

"I see." Mr. Reiser drain from his own glass and nodded. "You didn't
correct him?"

"N-No sir!" I almost gasped, looking up quickly and then I frowned.
"Should I have?"

"Probably not." Mr. Reiser relaxed and smiled. "You did the right
thing. You came home; that's all I care about."

"Yes sir...Thank you." I let out a soft sigh of relief.

"And you came when he fucked you?"

"Yes." I nodded. "I...He was so big and it hurt, but it felt good too
and..."

"And you like fucking, don't you?"

"Y-Yes sir." I nodded slowly.

"You like fucking strangers too, I think. In public? Being forced to
do it, does that make you feel good?"

"I...I don't know, sir." I shook my head. "Maybe...Yes."

"I think so too." Mr. Reiser nodded. "A natural born slut, I think. A
little negra whore, that cop was right. Maybe I should put you on a
street someplace, would you like that?"

"W-What? No sir." I blinked at him. "Please, don't do that to me."

"Heh." He laughed and shook his head. "Not for all the tea in China,
Dani. I'm teasing you."

"Oh." I nodded quickly and forced myself to smile, but he'd frightened
me badly for a moment.


End of chapter 09
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