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

Chapter 26


I could feel the warm sperm dripping slowly from my stretched asshole.
I was bound and gagged, my eyes covered by a leather mask and I'd just
been fucked. I didn't know if I was frightened or excited, if I wanted
to scream for help, or just feel another person's touch on my
throbbing girl cock. I was confused and helpless and I gave a low
muffled moan as I felt someone else behind me, taking advantage of my
vulnerability with my left leg pulled high in the air, a rope bound at
my knee. Another rope held my wrists together, stretching my arms in
the opposite direction and pulling me low so that the weight of my
breasts pulled at my soft brown skin.

It was another man, another stranger pressing his cock to my hungry
hole and thrusting upward with a soft grunt of pleasure. His steely
prick seemed to burst inside my well fucked rectum, spilling more of
the first man's seed to run down my right thigh and drip onto the
floor beneath me. He fucked my boy pussy easily, making me squirm and
tug at the ropes holding me tight while I rolled my hips, grinding my
tight ass against him. I had no idea if this was supposed to be a
reward or punishment. It seemed to be both and likewise I couldn't
know if my Mistress had sent these men to fuck me, or if they'd just
found me and decided to take advantage of my unfair situation.

Whatever was going on, I was beginning to enjoy it immensely and I
wished only that the man fucking me would reach for my penis and bring
me off with him. My arousal was a subtle torture as my cock waved
stiffly with every move I made. I could feel it tugging at my goin,
the swollen muscle pulling at my balls it seemed, and I was
desperately seeking release. This man was ignoring me however, like
the first guy, and he was just using my asshole to stroke himself off,
fucking me hard and fast so that I could dimly hear his heavy
breathing through the leather covering my ears.

He came after only a few minutes, groaning loudly to announce his
orgasm and I felt his hot semen flooding my bowels. He pulled himself
away and immediately another man replaced him, this one bigger and
longer and his cockhead speared inside me, finding my tender prostate
and finally pushing me over the edge. I came hard at his entry, my
cock jerking wildly and I felt my own sperm falling onto my leg and
foot as I balanced beneath him. If the man noticed he didn't say
anything, he just stroked the flushed skin of my uplifted thigh and
fucked his large cock in and out of me, making me shiver with pure
pleasure. My girl cock spasmed for a long while and even after I'd cum
it stayed hard and my desire for sex didn't diminish at all. I'd cum
three times that evening and I was still eager for more.

This man took longer to cum and when he did it felt huge, my acing
rectum suddenly bathed in hot sperm and my ass muscles felt almost
numb, they'd been stretched too far for too long. I was sore and
greasy inside, my rectum feeling overfilled with man cum, but he was
replaced a moment later and I was being fucked once more. My Mistress
had to be arranging this, I thought, but my feverish mind couldn't
reason beyond that. I was barely aware of voices, weak and
indiscernible, but present nonetheless and I realized there were other
people in the room. They were watching me as I was fucked repeatedly;
when one man would finish in my ass, another would take his place
almost without pause. I was being gang-banged, it's the only word for
it and I had no chance to refuse what was happening to me. I could
only submit to the pain and pleasure and even humiliation of it as I
was being used for little more than masturbation it seemed.

My asshole was stretched and gaping sometime later, after the fifth or
sixth man had finished with me. I lost count of the number of times I
was fucked, which seems silly, but it was true. The memories and
sensations all blurred together and I was hopelessly confused anyway.
Sperm was running from my ass freely and the inside of my right leg
was covered with the remains of all that sex. I was loose and sloppy
and more often now the men fucking me would slap my ass and complain
with laughing voices that I wasn't very tight. They fucked me harder,
pounding my asshole violently as if to punish me for it and I was
getting sore, wincing and gasping at the thin air I could reach
through my gag.

At last, as I felt ready to pass out from the exhaustion of being
bound and used that way, I heard my Mistress' voice close by my ear,
her fingers moving along my sweat soaked skin. The last man had
finished with me apparently and there was no one to replace him. I
felt Miss Corinne's hand slide down to my ass and then her fingers,
three of them, maybe four, slipping easily inside my anus. I was so
stretched by then I barely felt her fingering my rectum and she could
have fisted me probably, but I was glad she didn't.

"How many cocks had you tonight, Danielle?" She wondered with a soft
laugh and I shook my head because I had no idea. "You're such a good
little slut. Oh, how I do wish you were only mine."

She was letting me go, adjusting the gag first, loosening the valve so
the air rushed out of it and I could breathe easier. She unstrapped
the mask and I blinked at the bright light and my mouth was tired and
dry, aching as it had been forced wide around that gag. I drank cool
air into my longs and smiled with dizzy gratitude at my Mistress. We
were alone then, I realized, the other people I'd heard were gone now
and I wondered if I'd only imagined them.

Miss Corinne released me slowly, carefully and gently, and I just sat
down on the floor. My left leg was stiff and weak and my right leg
ached from standing on it for at least an hour, I was sure, probably
longer. She untied my hands and I rubbed my wrists and stretched and
worked my mouth because I could barely close it by myself. I felt
like, I don't know, I'd been in a train wreck or something. A fight
maybe, and my asshole was leaking sperm like crazy, a puddle of it
forming beneath me on the hardwood floor to mirror the one that had
been made beneath while I'd been fucked. There was cum everywhere it
seemed and I just looked at it.

"How do you feel?" My Mistress asked, smiling down at me and I just
rolled my head on my shoulders and giggled weakly.

There was nothing I could say. I'd been fucked by a dozen men, I
thought, maybe even a few more than that, but twelve was a good enough
number and my asshole felt like it was turned inside out. It hurt now,
my muscles protesting the emptiness inside me as much as anything
else, I thought. I felt puffy and swollen down there and there was no
way I could find to sit comfortably, but it was impossible for me to
stand just then.

My Mistress merely nodded and I suspected she'd gotten exactly what
she wanted from me on this particular evening. She looked very pleased
with herself.

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

"Hmmm...Still hurts?" My Master asked me and I was laying in our bed, on
my tummy while he massaged some of that cool balm on and inside my
tender anus.

"A little." I sighed and it was morning, the next morning and I was
supposed to be going to school.

"How many men fucked you last night?" He chuckled softly and his
fingers felt good.

"I don't know. "I swallowed hard. "A lot. I think."

"I think so too." He said and I was just happy he wasn't angry with me
for taking all of those men bareback like I had, although he had to
know I didn't have much choice in the matter.

"Are you going to work?" I asked him.

"Soon."

"I have to go to school." I moaned into my pillow and wriggled my butt
a little around his finger.

"Stay home today." Mr. Reiser suggested, sliding it in and out of my
asshole slowly.

"I will if you will." I giggled. "We can do other things."

"Heh." He chuckled. "Besides fuck you mean?"

"Uh-huh." I nodded.

"No, I have work to do." Mr. Reiser pulled his finger out of my butt
slowly and then reached down to play with my balls for a moment,
rolling them nicely in his big soft hand.

"I have a math test."

"All the more reason to stay in bed then." My Master murmured, bending
low so he could kiss the soft bit of skin between my anus and my
balls, making me shiver happily.

"No..." I turned over slowly so he could see how hard my cock was for
him. "...I want to get it over with."

"Hmmm..." Mr. Reiser's blue eyes were bright with his good humor. "...
Well, I can't let you go to school like that."

"Like this?" I grinned, knowing exactly what he meant and then I
gasped as he leaned over me, taking my penis into his mouth.

I loved the way my Master sucked my cock and I tried not to mess up
his neatly combed hair, since he was already dressed and fixed for the
office, but I couldn't help it. His warm wet mouth just seemed to
envelope my girl cock and once he had it, Mr. Reiser didn't let it go.
He kept it in his mouth, sucking and working his tongue around my
penis while he played with my balls. I couldn't help but hold him to
me, lifting my ass off the bed as I tried to get even more of me
inside him, but that was impossible. He had every inch of my penis
between his lips and I was going to cum quickly because after two
years my Master knew all my secrets.

"Ohhh God...yes...yesssss..." I arched my back a short time later as I felt
my orgasm release.

My balls were jumping in my velvet soft scrotum, the sperm inside
being pulled into Mr. Reiser's mouth as he swallowed quickly and
easily, not missing a drop. He squeezed my girlish testicles gently,
as if milking me for more. My Master did love the taste of my cum and
the man went down on me often, enjoying that sort of lovemaking almost
as much as he did fucking me, I suspected. He certainly didn't mind
giving me a quick blowjob before work. He did it nearly every morning
and if I wanted to fuck him I had to make sure I was up early enough
to catch the man in the shower. Usually I was awakened with his mouth
around my girl cock and his fist around my balls, and that was nothing
to complain about, although I did think it should have been my job
doing that for him.

Mr. Reiser saved the last little bit of my climax and put his mouth on
mine so he could feed me my own sperm. We always did it like that,
kissing long and deep at the end of our sex, and I sucked his spermy
tongue clean, swallowing every trace of our lovemaking I could find
and then going back into his mouth for more. It was fun and it made my
heart thump madly beneath my heaving breasts. I did love him so much
that it hurt sometimes; just saying goodbye in the morning was
something I disliked intensely.

"I love you, Master." I whispered as he pulled himself away, and he
was running late for work now.

"I love you." He told me, sucking his lips and straightening his suit.
"Don't go to school if you don't feel like it, okay? Just stay home."

"We'll see." I smiled and watched him leave without another word.

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

"Is it okay if I suck it for you today, sir?" I asked Mr. Davis,
giving him my best bedroom negra act, all sweet and seductive. "I
really wanna eat your cum."

"Ohhh..." My math teacher licked his lips and nodded slowly. "...Yeah,
that's okay, Dani."

He'd been watching me all through class, mostly because I couldn't sit
still. My ass didn't really hurt, it was just sore and uncomfortable.
Getting gang-fucked wasn't quite as much fun as I sometimes imagined
it would be. But I had enjoyed it nonetheless and Miss Corinne had
given it to me as a reward, I was sure. Anyway, I'd been restless
during class and so I'd been accidentally flashing Mr. Davis my pink
panties for an hour as I tried to get comfortable. He hadn't minded.

"Mmmm....I love your cock." I sighed, slipping down to my knees for the
man and I thought maybe if I brought him off quickly I might even get
a little lunch afterwards. A real one, I mean.

"I love you." Mr. Davis stroked my black hair out of my eyes. "Have
you thought about..."

"Shhh..." I wrinkled my nose at him. "...You promised, remember?"

"Yeah...Ohhhhh shit..." He closed his eyes as I took his hard cock into my
mouth, sliding my lips down the length of him slowly while my tongue
wriggled beneath the head.

Mr. Davis really was excited, I realized, and I had the happy thought
that maybe I should flash him more often. I could feel his heart
racing through the small veins and heavy muscle in his cock and I
worked to get him nice and wet, all slippery so I could take him into
my throat and make it real good for him. I pulled his balls free of
his trousers, rolling them lovingly in my hands while I mouthed his
cock and this wasn't going to take long at all. After just a few
minutes he was holding my head in his hands, my teacher fucking my
mouth while I held my throat open, letting his cock slide between my
tightly stretched lips until his balls pressed against my chin.

"I'm going to...Cum...Fuck..." He was breathing hard and trying to hold
back, but I knew his buttons just as well as my Master knew mine.

I tickled his cockhead with the tip of my tongue, just under the glans
at that soft V shaped spot where the man was especially sensitive and
Mr. Davis lost it, his cock suddenly loosing its load of creamy spunk
into my eager mouth. I swallowed thickly, enjoying the man's flavor as
always, he really was almost sweet that way. His sperm settled into my
tummy with a delicious warmth that was probably just my imagination as
much as anything else. But I did love eating man cum.

"Was I good, Mr. Davis?" I smiled up at him a few moments later,
licking some of my teacher's semen from my lips and smiling at him
playfully.

"Oh, Jesus, Dani...Yeah, baby..." He nodded, stroking my cheek with the
back of his hand.

I cleaned his cock with my mouth and tucked my teacher's penis back
into his trousers before he could get hard again and then stood up
slowly, tugging my short skirt back into place. It was pleated and
emerald green and brand new. I liked the way it was loose and moved
with my ass and hips when I walked. I fixed my top too, although it
was just a plain white halter, thin enough so my nipples could be seen
through it, and Mr. Davis reached for my left breast, squeezing it
gently while I smiled at him. He never wanted me to leave.

"I'll see you later, okay sir?" I stood tip-toe and gave him a kiss.

"Yeah, okay." He nodded and let me go reluctantly. I was a little
surprised he hadn't tried to keep me longer, but he had cum a lot so
hopefully he was satisfied.

I swished my little negra ass out of his classroom with a wave of my
fingers and I still had a whole twenty minutes of lunch before my next
class. That was nice for a change and I went to the cafeteria where
all my friends were. The good thing about getting to lunch late was
that there wasn't any line and I was just going to have a salad
anyway.

"Hey Dani." Clay slipped behind me as I pushed my tray along the food
line.

He was a bedroom buck and the only reason he was in school, I thought,
was to keep him out of trouble. All he ever did was hit on girls all
day, or so it seemed to me. He was good looking, as he had to be, and
his mistress was old and white and senile, or so I'd heard. But even a
crazy woman didn't want an ugly nigger in her bedroom probably, not if
she could afford a handsome one.

"What's up?" I said, pretty much ignoring him.

"How's that fine black ass of yours today?" He chuckled and I glanced
at him.

"Still fine and black, what are you talking about?" I had a sinking
feeling though.

"Bet you's pretty sore though, huh?" He was grinning. "I was tellin my
bros all about you and me."

"What?" I rolled my eyes at him and after my first year I'd avoided
fucking anyone at school, except Mr. Davis of course.

"Tellin them how I tapped that ass last night." He laughed at the look
on my face. "Yeah, bitch. I was there!"

"Stop it." I slapped at his hand because Clay was grabbing at my butt.

"Don't nobody believe me though, shit." He gave my butt a squeeze
through my skirt.

"Whatever happened last night was last night..." I turned around so he'd
leave my ass alone.

"You so uppity and shit, and you ain't even a girl." Clay was all
smiles. "But you fuck good baby! Goddamn, I couldn't even tell that
wasn't no pussy I was fuckin."

"Just leave me alone." I told him, picking up my tray.

"Come on, sit with us." He gestured at the table where his friends
were sitting, like five dumb niggers all grinning at me. "Tell them
how you love that gang-bang shit."

"Like I'm gonna let you guys do it?" I laughed at him. "Get lost,
Clay. You got lucky last night, but I don't even remember you."

"Fuck! Like you was Casey Jones and shit." He grabbed at my ass again.
"Pullin that train all..."

"Go sit your ass down, nigger." A deep voice interrupted, "Afore I
bitch slap your ass into next week."

"Hey Porter." I grinned at the biggest black man I'd ever seen in my
life and he was smiling down at me.

"Hey Miss Danielle." He was a nigger who grew up working the barges
moving up and down the Mississippi River and despite his size, the boy
was smart as a whip.

"Shit." Clay frowned, but Porter was about six foot ten or something
and he had muscles on his muscles, as they say.

He was kind of sweet on me too, which was nice and the boy was queer
as six dollar bill. Didn't anybody say anything about it though, not
to his face anyway and not behind his back neither, unless they were
someplace else far away. Porter didn't make idle threats, if he said
he'd bitch slap Clay, the other nigger had about three seconds to make
up his mind before it happened.

"Thanks." I smiled at him and I was finally able to sit down and eat,
after wasting five minutes with Clay. "Sit down here with me, keep me
company now."

Porter grinned at that and he wasn't exactly handsome, but not ugly
either, he just was. He didn't go to school all the time, just once in
awhile, when the Mary Jane, the big tugboat he worked on, was tied up
at the Memphis waterfront. He went to school down in New Orleans
sometimes and up in St. Louis too, just going from school to school
and studying in between. I was glad when he was around because the boy
was always looking out for me, even though I could pretty much take
care of myself. It was nice having a big strong man around though and
if I was going to fool around with someone, I'd have picked him
probably. I'd heard his cock was like a foot long, bigger than that
maybe even.

"You don't want to sit with your friends?" He pulled out a chair and
sat down carefully cause it was just plastic and not intended for 300
pound giants.

"Shoot." I stabbed at my salad. "I see them everyday, how long are you
going to be here?"

"Bout a week." He shrugged. "Going down river next Tuesday mornin."

"Gonna see that boy you're sweet on?" I teased him.

"Oh, I'm gonna see him." He laughed, like a deep barking sound kind
of. "He's gonna see me too, probably, but you know."

"You gotta stop falling in love with them pretty white boys." I
sighed.

"It's just one." Porter smiled. "Anyway, I'll be okay. Gonna hit the
shanty tonight, get some of that good shine they got round here."

"Awww...Porter! Get yourself in another fight, that's what you're gonna
do." I chided the big man.

There was a part of town close to the waterfront, Shantytown, and it
had been real shanties once upon a time, but now it was solid
buildings and mostly bars and taverns and cat houses. It was supposed
to be black only, but all the rivermen went there drinking and
whoring. Black or white, it didn't matter to those guys and they went
all the way up the river too, as far as St. Paul up in Minnesota,
because weren't none of the niggers working the river slaves. Porter
was free as a white man, except when he came down south he had to
abide certain customs.

"Ain't nothing wrong with fighting." He said. "Sorts out all kinds of
problems."

"Yeah, well, you oughta behave yourself." I decided. "You don't forget
where you're at."

"Not hardly." Porter laughed. "Hey, uh..."

"Hmmm?" I looked at him, chewing my salad slow.

"What about you come out with me tonight, I got a full payday burning
a hole in my pocket." He was almost shy asking me out, but he wasn't
gonna be here long so Porter wasn't being too slow about it neither.

"Are you asking me on a date?" I grinned at him. "To go dancing in
Shantytown?

"Well..." He shrugged and then laughed. "...Yeah."

"Oh God!" I shook my head at him. "You need a boyfriend."

"I got a lot of boyfriends, every town I see." He said. "Figured I'd
try me a girlfriend for a change."

"Yeah." I nodded. "I don't think my Master would go for that, me two-
steppin with a riverman, drinkin moonshine and shaking my butt at a
two bit jukebox."

"Heh!" He nodded. "And don't tell me that don't sound like fun!"

"It does sound like fun." I giggled. "But I can't, Porter. I'd get in
six kinds of trouble, you would too."

"Shoot..." He waved that away, "...There's always gonna be trouble, but
today only happens one time and then it's gone for good."

"Ain't today I'm worried about." I said. "Tomorrow's what's on my
mind."

Porter shrugged. "There's lots of tomorrows too. Come on, I might even
show you my Mary Jane."

"Ohhh..." I giggled, wiggling my eyebrows at him. "...You gone show me
your big ol' boat?"

"Every inch." He nodded slowly.

"You bad boy." I laughed at him. "I got a little boat myself."

"Uh-huh, I know that." Porter gave me sort of a happy growl, like
thunder in the distance.

"You're gonna be here a week, right?" I asked. "I'll think about it."

"Aw, this payday ain't gonna last. Don't tease me, girl." He gave me a
friendly frown.

"Well, you just save some of it then." I laughed at him. "You save
enough, why you could buy yourself a nice little bedroom negra all
your own someday."

"Now I know you're teasin me." Porter grinned. "I don't wanna be
owning nobody anyway."

"Why not?" I shrugged. "There's lotsa black folks own negras, you
could get yourself a cute little boy and put him up in a cute little
house, right here in Memphis. I'd even look in on him for you..."

"Heh!" Porter was shaking his head.

"...from time to time." I stuck out my tongue and giggled. "Keep him
warmed up and such."

"You're crazy, Miss Danielle." He leaned back and that little chair
creaked ominously.

"Yeah, I know." I smiled, but it was a fun dream.

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

"Awww...What the hell?" I stood in the parking lot looking at my car,
the little Mercedes my Master had given me nearly two years before.

"What's wrong, Dani?" I heard Mr. Davis and he must have been walking
out of the school right behind me.

"Flat tire, sir." I sighed, looking at him over my shoulder.

"Is that right?" He paused beside me and we looked at my left front
tire and it was totally flat, no doubt about it. "Huh. Well, how about
I give you a ride home?"

"A ride?" I was thinking more like he could just change it for me.

"Yeah." He smiled. "It's no problem. You have some house niggers,
right? Have one of them come fix it."

"Oh." I nodded and I guess it would seem a little funny, a white man
changing a tire for a negra. It just wasn't done like that.

"Come on, I'm parked over here." He was still smiling, jerking his
head and reaching in his pocket for his keys.

"Okay, yeah, um...Thank you, Mr. Davis." I agreed, but not really
wanting to leave my car all by itself after school was out. This
wasn't a really good neighborhood to leave an expensive car sitting
in.

Mr. Davis drove a Volkswagen sedan and it was okay and probably about
all a teacher could afford, I thought. He only made about twenty
thousand a year maybe and my Mercedes had cost at least that much, not
that teachers didn't get paid enough. It wasn't a bad salary, I
reminded myself, my dad made about thirty thousand and that was upper
middle class. Mr. Davis did alright for himself, but he wasn't the
vice-president of a big insurance company like Mr. Reiser was either,
that was for sure.

"I live out in Cotton Oaks, the old plantation..." I was saying as Mr.
Davis started his car.

"Okay." He smiled at me and reached for my leg, touching my bare thigh
just below the hem of my skirt.

"Mr. Davis, um..." I licked my lips and I was a little nervous, just
because this was a new experience and a little awkward, being in
another man's car like that.

"It's okay, Dani..." He was leaning over in his seat and I knew he
wanted to kiss me, probably more than that as he stroked my skin.

I let him do it and really, I wasn't sure I could have refused anyway.
He was my teacher and giving me a ride and we did have a relationship
already, although I'd never seen him at all outside the classroom, but
we were together now. He liked me though, loved me even, and so I
wasn't frightened of the man and I knew I had some small measure of
control, if I used it wisely.

For the moment I let Mr. Davis kiss me, accepting his tongue between
my lips and sighing into his mouth as his hand went higher, under my
skirt to feel my soft penis through my panties. He was one of those
men who are queer, but only for a certain type of boy and only
privately. He'd scarcely admit it, even to himself, and only
occasionally did the man touch and even suck my girl cock. Only when
it had been too long since the last time and his desire could overcome
his guilty reluctance.

He had the desire now and I was getting hard for him despite myself.
His hand was gentle and squeezing my penis lightly, playing with me
through the silky pink of my underwear. Mr. Davis was kissing me
deeply as well, his tongue exploring my mouth greedily, almost as if
he'd never kissed me before in his life, or never would again, and I
was enjoying that too. But mostly I just wanted to get home so I could
send Jericho and Tom Henry back for my car before it got dark.

"Mmmphhh...Mr. Davis..." I breathed, smiling and pulling away from him.
"We should um, I should get home."

"Right...Yeah..." He cleared his throat and nodded and his eyes were
looking into mine, like he was searching for something and I wondered
what that meant.

He brought his hand out from my skirt slowly and pulled out of the
parking lot while I sat back, smoothing my skirt and thinking I'd done
that okay. I'd make it up to the man tomorrow, I thought, I'd make it
real good during our lunch hour sex and he'd be happy. I might even
get him on the floor, into a little sixty-nine before I fucked him,
knowing he'd like that a lot, since he was so hot for my girl cock
already. It had been a long time since he'd gone down on me and my
teacher was hungry for my girlish sperm.

"Ummm..." I blinked, turning my head as I watched my exit go past and we
weren't taking it. "...Cotton Oaks is that way, sir."

"I know." Mr. Davis glanced at me and he was reaching for my leg again
while we drove along the elevated freeway heading west, over downtown
Memphis and towards the bridge across the river.

"But..." I frowned slightly as I tried to understand, "...We need to turn
around."

"No we don't." He told me, squeezing my thigh.

"Mr. Davis...Sir!" I felt confused and then a little anxious, maybe even
afraid. "Where are we going?"

"Nevada." Mr. Davis smiled at me and I stared at him in disbelief. "We
can cross easy, like we're going to Vegas, and just keep going north,
Dani."

"W-What?" I swallowed hard and my heart was thumping. "I can't...You
can't take me there!"

"We can go to California, through Reno." He nodded, still holding my
leg. "I got it all planned, we'll go to the free cities, San
Francisco. We can get married there, Dani and then go north, to the
Union. Seattle. I heard it was nice there and..."

"You're crazy!" I licked my lips and it was hard to catch my breath.
"You're...Stealing me!"

"Well, yeah." He actually chuckled at that. "But I love you, this is...I
can't let you go."

"Stop, stop...Please, you can't." I shook my head. "They're gonna think
I'm a runaway, they're going to catch us. They'll send you to jail,
don't you see? They'll put me in rehabilitation and..."

"No...They won't catch us." Mr. Davis shook his head and he was being so
calm about it, that frightened me more than anything else. He wasn't
scared at all about what he was doing.

"As soon as they scan me they're gonna know!" I was pleading with him.
"Please, we have to turn around. I don't want to go with you. I love
my Master. I don't want to leave!"

"You love me too. Remember?" Mr. Davis smiled at me, patting my thigh.
"You told me, Dani."

"Oh god." I swallowed hard and we going fast, crossing the bridge now,
heading into Arkansas and as soon as we hit the other side I was a
criminal, a runaway slave, and Mr. Davis was a thief and a
conspirator, helping me escape. You couldn't kidnap a slave, he was
stealing property, valuable property in my case, and my Master was not
going to be happy to find me missing.

We were gonna be in so much trouble.


End of chapter 26
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