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Subject: {ASSM} ...of all Possible Worlds Ch.27 by Rachael Ross (see ch.01 for story codes)
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...of all Possible Worlds
by T.S. Severe

Chapter 27


Mr. Davis was one of those men who are neither handsome nor ugly, but
unremarkable physically. He was taller than my five foot nine by four
or five inches at least, and of course thicker and stronger. He had a
small belly starting, a thin spare tire around his waist, which had
never bothered me one way or the other. His eyes were brown and nice,
a friendly smile and a strong nose. Short brown hair that was just
starting to cover his ears and thinning a little on top. He was an
average man and if he hadn't been my teacher, I suppose I never would
have given him a second look, simply because I was owned and loved by
someone else.

I was different, being a boy who was completely passable as a
beautiful girl, or young woman I should say. I was going to be
eighteen soon and I'd grown up to meet my Master's expectations. Mr.
Reiser had spent a lot of money turning me into his trophy negra,
enhancing the gifts nature had already given me. I have a woman's
shape, with large breasts and a narrow waist, round hips and a firm,
very round ass. Long legs and smooth soft brown skin to go with my
hair, which was straight and black and loose to my shoulders then.

My face is naturally pretty, even beautiful to a lot of men without
the stereotypical African features one might expect from a negra. A
smallish nose, almost pert beneath my wide caramel eyes. I have high
cheeks and full, sensual lips. My voice is soft and pitched perfectly
for a woman after having some small surgery to shorten my vocal cords.
I'd taken hormones and maintained my diet and exercise, working hard
to keep my weight around one twenty five or so, which suits my
34C-22-32 measurements just fine. I'd been spoiled with a closet full
of designer clothing, jewelry enough to make any woman a feel like a
princess, and my own Mercedes sports coup.

I was a slave, but arrogant and proud of myself nonetheless. I had
every right to be. I was young and beautiful and I had a pretty penis,
a girl cock tucked inside my panties, smallish sperm filled balls in
my soft hairless scrotum, and a tight hot ass, my sweet little boy
pussy that my Master loved to fuck. There weren't a lot of slaves like
me and it made me valuable, enough so that I was insured, like
anything else my Master might own. He'd had me assessed at fifteen
thousand dollars, I knew, and in the New South, where a good middle
class salary was perhaps twenty thousand, that was about as much as
any slave could ever be worth. He had to pay a large tax on me every
year, but Mr. Reiser didn't complain. He enjoyed me immensely.

I had a right to be proud of myself and happy as well. I wasn't only
my Master's bedroom negra, I was his lover and mistress, and that was
the biggest reason I was happy to be a slave. It was the only way we
could be together, Mr. Reiser and I, and being possessed by the man
was the great joy in my life. But now I was stolen, possessed by
another, and Mr. Davis was a man I couldn't love. Not because he
couldn't buy me the clothes I liked, or the jewelry I enjoyed, but
more because he wasn't my Master and I was a slave in my heart as much
as my flesh.

We were six hours and about three hundred miles from Memphis, near as
I could figure, in a cheap love motel just east of Tulsa. It was a
long ways to Nevada.

"...I don't even have any clean clothes." I frowned, coming out of the
shower and at least I felt a little better.

"We can buy some in the morning. Come here now." Mr. Davis was already
undressed, laying naked on the one large bed that came with the small
room, like there wasn't anything else a guest might want but that He
was playing with his cock, not an overly large one, but nice enough
and I'd been intimate with it for nearly two years already.

"I'm not in the mood." I told him and that took just about all the
bravery I had, considering my upbringing and who and where we were.

"What?" He stared at me then, his brown eyes looking all hurt and
angry and confused. "You better get in the mood, Dani." He said
softly. "I'm doing all this for you."

"You're not my Master." I licked my lips. "And if you got a plan to
see me free up North, well..."

"I got a plan to see you married." He smiled, trying to be patient.
"I'm not your master, no, but you best start thinking of me as your
husband and come to bed now."

"Like it's the same thing?" I shook my head. "I want to go home, Mr.
Davis. I don't love you."

"You will, I promise..."

"You can't promise that."

"...I'll treat you so good, Danielle." He was getting up, moving towards
me as I stood near the foot of the bed. "I'd do anything for you."

"Then let me go, please?" I begged him gently. "Take me home."

"No." He shook his head, putting his hands on my waist, squeezing me
through that damp towel I wore. "I can't do that."

"Don't." I said, crossing my arms as he was trying to tug the towel
away. "I don't want to have sex with you."

"Yes you do." He chuckled softly, "Come here now...Don't be like that."

"No!" I slapped at his hands. "Stop it. I'm gonna sleep on the floor
or something."

"No you aren't." He shook his head and he was really grabbing me,
pulling me while I twisted and tried to get away.

I didn't really believe he'd force me, but Mr. Davis wasn't letting me
go. He was coming off the bed awkwardly, fighting to hold me while I
slapped at his shoulders and twisted my hips. The towel came loose in
his hands and I stepped back, naked now and breathing hard. I looked
around, like there might be something to defend myself with, but there
wasn't a thing, not even a desk lamp or a heavy ashtray I might hit
him upside the head with.

"Just...Stay away from me..." I warned him. "...I mean it, I don't love you.
I was fucking you cause I had to, that's all."

"I guess you're gonna have to again." He said and Mr. Davis had a
crazy look on his face and probably I shouldn't have been saying that
stuff, but it was too late.

"Nooooo...!!!" I screamed and he was grabbing me around the waist,
picking me up while I kicked and scratched at him, gouging his
shoulder and drawing a little blood, but he didn't seem to notice.

"Get down...Fuck...Bitch!" He threw me on the bed, on my tummy with him
falling right behind me and the man was hard, his cock excited and
swollen with the effort to overcome my weak resistance.

"No! No...Please...Don't do this!" I was twisting and trying to reach
behind me, wanting to scratch him up some more, but he had me pinned
down easily.

Mr. Davis wasn't a big man, but he was bigger than me and a lot
stronger, plus he had the urgency to take me filling his blood. I
kicked and flailed, but there wasn't anything I could do as I felt him
forcing his turgid prick between the cheeks of my tight brown ass. I
screamed again and someone in the next room was pounding on the wall,
telling us to be quiet and that seemed pretty insane as it should have
been plain that I was being raped. Mr. Davis pressed his weight down
upon me, grabbing my wrists in his hands and pushing with hips hard,
forcing his cock inside my anus painfully as I squeezed my muscles and
tried to keep him out.

"Stop fighting me!" He growled, and suddenly slapped me on the side of
my head, not a punch really, but it felt like one and everything went
dim for a second, with little lights flashing behind my eyes.

The shock of being slapped took the fight out of me as much as it did
anything else. I'd never been hit before, not like that, and it hurt
me everywhere, but mostly inside. I went limp and my eyes filled with
tears. Mr. Davis pushed his cock inside me as far as it would go,
stretching my still tender anus painfully, and I shivered, sobbing
beneath the man as he began fucking me in earnest. He slid his penis
in and out of my boy pussy rapidly, groaning with pleasure while he
kissed my neck and shoulders.

"I'm sorry, Dani...God, I'm sorry..." He was whispering breathlessly,
fucking me with his knees straddling my thighs. "...I shouldn't have
done that...You shouldn't have made me do that...I love you..."

I shuddered, pressing my face against the mattress so he wouldn't try
and kiss me there, crying like I was a little boy again while he raped
my ass. There was nothing good in it for me. I felt cold all over, or
not even that, just numb and I wanted him to hurry up and finish so I
could take another shower and wash him away.

"Oh, you fuck so good...All I ever wanted was you, Dani, just you..." He
was sliding his hands beneath me, wanting to feel my tits and I didn't
resist.

Mr. Davis took my breasts in his hands, massaging me and probably
imagining that I was enjoying it, but I didn't. My nipples weren't
hard, no matter how much he rubbed them. My skin itched where he
kissed me, where his body touched mine, it didn't burn with desire the
way his did. My asshole was warm for him though, nice and tight and
accepting his cock as he fucked me, but I wasn't doing anything to
help. I just lay there and when Mr. Davis finally had his orgasm,
driving his cock deep and moaning with his rapt ecstasy, I closed my
eyes tightly against it.

I felt humiliated by what Mr. Davis had done, stained by the knowledge
that I'd been unable to stop the man from taking me. It was one thing
to be a slave, to be a negra and have to fuck someone I didn't care
for. That was reasonable and I could see nothing wrong with it, but
this was something else and I hated him then. I'd never hated anyone
before, but I hated Mr. Davis for raping me and I hoped we did get
caught. I hoped he went to jail for a long time and got fucked like I
did, just cause I'd heard it happened like that to some men. I really
wanted him to know what it felt like.

"Oh, God...You're so beautiful. I love you so much, Dani." He was
kissing me again, urging me to turn my face towards him so he could
kiss my lips. "We're going to be so happy together."

"Let me up." I said quietly, ignoring his lips as they touched mine
and not pushing him or anything, but just saying it.

"Sure, yeah...Here..." He was still inside me, his cock still hard, but he
pulled himself free and then knelt, giving me room to move.

I went into the bathroom and locked the door.

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

I waited for a long time, lying in the bed next to him and making sure
Mr. Davis was asleep. I was tired too and it must have been really
late, after three in the morning probably. He was quiet beside me
though, not moving at all, and I'd waited about as long as I could and
then I'd waited a little longer.

There was a telephone on the nightstand next to him and all I had to
do was call nine one one and get the police. I'd report myself stolen
and then they'd come. They'd arrest Mr. Davis and take me back to my
Master. He'd know I hadn't run away. They'd find my car with the flat
tire sitting at the school. All my clothes would be at home. My
jewelry too, the frightfully valuable jewelry Mr. Reiser had spoiled
me with, as well as the personal jewelry my mother had given me. I
wouldn't have left without my charm bracelet, or my locket or my ring.
I would have taken the rest too, just to sell or trade if I was really
running away. I would have brought clothes with me, some personal
stuff, nobody leaves with nothing but a purse and a little makeup.

Yeah, they'd know I hadn't run away. I'd been stolen. My Master would
know it in his heart because we were in love and he knew that too.
That was the biggest reason.

So I'd waited and when I was sure Mr. Davis was sleeping I slipped out
of the bed slowly, carefully. I was being so quiet and my heart was
pounding so hard I thought maybe it would wake the man up. I walked
silently to the bathroom first, just in case he might wake up and
catch me out of bed. I looked over my shoulder, watching his form in
the dim light, but Mr. Davis didn't move at all.

I crept to the nightstand, holding my breath and then I reached for
the phone. It was quiet, very quiet and I was almost afraid to touch
the thing, stretching my hand out and frowning because he was turned
that way. If Mr. Davis opened his eyes he'd see me and so I was doing
it so slowly it was almost painful. I felt the plastic receiver
beneath my finger tips and I made sure I had a good grip on it before
I picked it up. I couldn't afford to drop it, or rattle it around and
my hand was shaking so I furrowed my brow, concentrating and then I
picked it up.

I leaned forward, pressing it to my ear as my fingers sought the
buttons on the base of the thing, big dark numbers, square ones and I
was already pushing them when I realized there wasn't any sound in my
ear. The numbers weren't lighted up as they ought to be and then Mr.
Davis was looking at me.

"Who are you calling, Dani?" He grabbed my wrist and he didn't sound
too happy.

"Ummm...My parents." I lied. "I want to talk to my daddy...Owwww...!!"

"Lying bitch!" He grabbed my wrist, pulling me down to the bed, on top
of him and then rolling over, trapping me suddenly beneath his body.

The phone had come off the nightstand with a loud clatter and I
realized I was still holding the handset and I swung it at him, trying
to hit Mr. Davis in the head with it, but he was pinning me down and
my arm wasn't free to move as much as I needed it to and all I did was
hit him on the shoulder with it. He took the phone away from me and I
struggled, but that didn't do me any good and I was just crying again
anyway. I'd invested so much energy and hope in getting to that
telephone only to find out that Mr. Davis had unplugged it from the
wall. I felt exhausted and all the man had to do was hold me for a few
minutes and then I was quiet.

Mr. Davis tied me up then, using the thin phone cord he'd unplugged
from the wall to tie my wrists together behind my back. I told him he
didn't have to do that. I wasn't going to try and get away, not
anymore, but he didn't believe me. He was angry and half crazy, I
thought, and for whatever reason fighting me, tying me up like that,
it had just gotten him excited again.

"You're a bad girl, Dani." He grunted, stabbing his cock inside my ass
and I was on my back, with my arms uncomfortably caught beneath me.

He had my legs over his shoulders, my body rolled up the way my Master
liked to do it sometimes, and Mr. Davis was looking into my face while
he raped me for the second time that night. I was truly helpless that
way, tied and pinned to the bed by his body and his thick penis buried
inside me. All I could do was look up at him, watching his dark face
in the shadows while he thrust in and out of my boy pussy. He thought
we were making love.

"If you keep fighting me like this...Ugh!" He pushed his cock deep and
held it there for a moment, enjoying the warm confines of my rectum. "...
You're only hurting...Yourself." He breathed. "I don't want to hurt you.
I never...Ummm...Want to hurt you, Dani..."

"I'm not gonna fight you." I promised softly.

"Ohhh...Dani..." He kissed me and this time I did return it, as eagerly as
I was able, accepting his tongue and tickling it with mine.

"You don't have to tie me up..." I breathed a moment later, telling the
man what he wanted to hear. "...I'm sorry. I do love you...I do."

"Yeah...I know you do." He nodded. "Fuck me. Show me how much you love
me, Dani."

Mr. Davis moved us so that I was on top of him, straddling his stiff
cock with my hands still tied behind my back. I was riding him the
best I could, lifting my ass and bringing it down slowly, letting his
penis sink into the hot depths of my asshole. When I had him
completely, I'd roll my hips and grind my ass around while Mr. Davis
reached up to play with my heavy tits, caressing my flesh and playing
with my nipples. I tried to put all the bad thoughts out of my head. I
wanted him to believe me and I was squeezing my ass muscles, working
his prick like the bedroom negra I was, fucking the man good.

The sex felt good for me too, once I let it, and having my hands tied
behind my back actually added something, although I hated to admit it
just then. I didn't mind it, put it that way, but I wasn't over my
anger or resentment at all. He was going to fuck me either way though
and being forced hadn't been fun, so this was better and I found
myself responding to it. My nipples hardened, beginning to burn as I
rocked that hard dick inside me, and my little girl cock stiffened as
my balls bounced off the man's warm flesh beneath me. He was lasting a
long time too, which made it better because I needed that time to get
into it.

"Play with my girl cock." I whispered, "Touch it for me."

I was stiff now, my penis as hard as it could get and swinging around
as I moved, slapping our sweaty bodies occasionally. Mr. Davis took me
in his right hand, licking his lips and staring at it and I wished the
lights were on so I could see him better. He was holding me, pulling
the foreskin back and giving me little squeezes that felt amazingly
good. I was still a bit sore from my gang-bang the night before, and
then from being taken forcefully by Mr. Davis several hours earlier,
but it was feeling good riding that hard cock up and down and I liked
being on top. I could take him as deep as I wanted and move my hips
and pelvis to work the swollen head around inside me, letting him rub
the good places.

"Ohhh...Yeah, Dani...Jesus..." My teacher was pushing up now, his left hand
holding my hip and his right jerking me off in time with our fucking.

"Yeah..." I grinned down at him. "Fuck me good...Fuck my boy pussy good...I
want to feel you cumming inside me."

My body was warm all over and the familiar sensation of butterflies
filled my tummy. My balls were getting tight and my penis was
straining with the need to cum. I was forgetting everything that had
happened, or almost forgetting, it was never completely out of my
head, but the sex was really good for both of us and I wasn't fighting
anything anymore. I had to get his trust back and unlike a real woman,
I wasn't gong to be able to fake any orgasms...At least that was what I
was telling myself. That was my excuse.

The truth was that some part of me did like it. The same way I'd liked
the cop who'd raped me when I was sixteen, or just the other night
when my Mistress had bound gagged me. A small part of me liked being
helpless and humiliated, taken against my will and used. Even the
anger and resentment I felt for Mr. Davis and what he was doing to me
couldn't hide the fact that I was getting off on being tied up and
forced to fuck him.

"Ummm..." I was so close and I didn't want to cum, not yet.

I let myself fall forward, pressing my aching tits against Mr. Davis'
chest and I kissed him hard, shoving my tongue into his mouth while he
took my ass in his hands. He was fucking me now as I crouched over
him, my cock trapped between us, and he was thrusting himself up and
into me hard and fast, sucking my tongue and groaning into my mouth.
The man was cumming quickly then, his cock growing a fraction larger
just before I felt his hot semen flooding my rectum once more. He held
me tightly with his arms wrapped around my waist, keeping me impaled
helplessly upon his cock.

We kissed deeply for several minutes like that, until his balls were
exhausted and my asshole filled with his cum. His cock slipped out of
me as it grew soft and we were both breathing heavily. I didn't say
anything as I moved slowly, straddling his body with my knees, and I
brought my still hard penis to his mouth. He didn't hesitate, but
opened for my girl cock and took me into his willing mouth.

Mr. Davis held my ass in his hands, massaging me with his strong
fingers while I moved my hips, sliding my penis in and out of his soft
wet lips slowly, letting him get used to it. He hadn't done this
often, but he was getting better at it, and I felt the man's tongue
bathing me, licking and tickling my cock as he'd felt me do it for him
a hundred times before. I groaned, feeling his fingers finding my
dilated asshole, slick with his sperm as my teacher's orgasm leaked
out of me, and Mr. Davis pushed a finger inside me slowly, fingering
my sloppy boy pussy and sending small shivers up my spine.

I was cumming after just a few minutes, sliding my girl cock across my
teacher's tongue and then filling his mouth with my creamy load. I
gasped, arching my back and feeling giddy and lightheaded with the
pleasure of my climax. Mr. Davis swallowed thickly, eating as much of
my cum as he could and the rest spilling from his lips as he panted
for air. I giggled at him while the man smiled up at me, licking his
lips and nodding in agreement with my happy mood. He was like all men,
I suppose, thinking that having sex meant we were okay again, but all
it really meant was that we'd had sex.

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

'You're not talking to me, is that it?" Mr. Davis was driving and I
was laying down in the backseat of his car. I'd ignored him since
waking up at noon, saying as little as I could, if even that much.

"I told you I was sorry, Danielle. Come on." He said, pleading with me
now. He'd played it cool for almost four hours, but now his patience
was wearing thin.

"Hey, we're almost to Amarillo, we'll stop by a store, okay?" He was
trying to bribe me. "You need some clothes, right? Some other stuff?"

A few more miles went by in silence.

"Suit yourself." He sighed. "I guess you can wash your clothes in the
sink when we get a motel room."

"Don't you miss your wife yet?" I finally said, sitting up and looking
out the window. "Ain't you gonna miss your kids?"

"They'll be alright." Mr. Davis glanced over his shoulder at me. "You
don't have to worry about that."

"What about money?" I asked. "How much have you got?"

"Enough to get us where were going." He said cautiously. "I cashed in
my life insurance, had some in savings. We'll be alright. I'll take
care of you."

"They're going to know I'm not a runaway." I said. "And by now they
probably know you took me. They're going to be looking for us."

"All we have to do is get to Nevada." Mr. Davis replied. "They can't
look for us there."

"How are we going to get across the border?" I shook my head. "They're
going to scan me. They're gonna be looking for you, looking for your
car probably."

"It's a big border, Dani." Mr. Davis turned to smile at me. "We'll
make it."

"You made me cry last night." I frowned at him.

"I know." He nodded, looking back at the road. "I'm sorry, I really
am. I didn't mean to...For that to happen. You have to trust me."

"Yeah." I sighed. "Find a store."

We came across a mall soon enough, sprawled out close to the highway
like they always are. One of the big department stores anchoring the
place down was a Sears and Roebuck and that was good enough for me.

"You're going to be a good girl, right?" Mr. Davis asked me as he
parked his car.

"What?" I looked at him. "Yeah, of course."

"I'm serious, you hold my hand the whole time. I don't want you
running off or trying anything on. Nothing like that, just in and
out."

"Hold hands?" I grinned at him. "That might look a little funny, you
holding hands with a negra."

"You let me worry about that." He said seriously. "So far as anybody
cares you're my negra, so don't you say anything different. When you
talk to me, just call me master or sir, understand?"

"Yes sir." I rolled my eyes, but there was no way I'd ever call Mr.
Davis master. I only had one of those and I was missing him terribly.

I did have it in mind to try and get away somehow, but Mr. Davis
wasn't taking any more chances than he needed to. He held my hand
nearly the whole time we were in the store, which wasn't awfully long
anyway, and if anyone wondered about it, they didn't say anything. We
did get some looks though, because even the most devoted owner didn't
usually show affection for his bedroom negra in public. It was just
bad manners.

Mr. Davis did get me most of what I needed at least and a small
suitcase to keep it in. Some panties, a couple bras, blouses and
skirts and a pair of really short shorts in hot pink. I giggled when I
saw them and wondered why the Sears back in Memphis never carried
clothes like that. Some shoes and makeup, you know, all the stuff I
would have brought with me if I'd really been running away. He even
bought me a pair of earrings, cheap ones that made me laugh.

I liked shopping, but this wasn't nearly as much fun as it should have
been. Buying those cheap clothes was reminding me all the more that I
wasn't going back home, at least not anytime soon. It made me feel
farther away from my Master than ever, as if I were changing into
someone else, and I didn't want to change. It was depressing and by
the time we were done I just wanted to get out of there and never see
that stupid mall or Amarillo Texas ever again.


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