Possible Worlds

...of all Possible Worlds by T.S. Severe Chapter 19 "What's the matter, Dani?" My Master was relaxing by the pool, which would have made me happy any other time as the man just worked himself too hard, but on this day I barely noticed. "Master, I'm sorry." I was crying already and I ran to him, kneeling on the stones and pressing my cheek against his thighs as he sat in his chair. "What happened?" He touched my hair, stroking me and trying to calm me enough so I could talk. "I went to that party, the one I told you about and..." I swallowed hard. "...There were white people there and..." "White people?" He narrowed his eyes a little. "...They were from the North, from Boston and they were abolitionists and..." "Northern Abolitionists?" I stared at me and I was nodding, speaking quickly.  "...They wanted to run away, I mean us, they wanted me and Sarah and Venus, all of us to run away. They said they could get us over the border and Purdy..." "They wanted you to run away? What did you say?" "...He was...What? I said no, Master. I told them they were liars and I wasn't gonna do any such thing!" I exclaimed. "I told Sarah we had to go and Venus too, but they wanted to stay and I couldn't make them leave." "But you left right away." He nodded and I nodded with him. "Yes sir, I left and, um..." "What? Why are you in trouble, Danielle?" He asked, sensing there was more. "...They made me mad, they were saying stuff and they had pamphlets, little books and such. The one man, he said we were sex slaves, but that was before..." I took a breath. "...Master, I called the police and I told them about those people and what they were doing." "You called the police?" He didn't look happy or sad, but just concerned. "Did they come? Did they talk to you?" "They told me, the woman on the phone, she said I was sposed to stay there and tell her my name, but I didn't." I licked my lips. "I was so scared, Master. I thought I was gonna be in trouble too cause I was in there. I had sex with the one man, he fucked me and then I found out and..." "Okay, so you called the police, but didn't tell them who you are and then you left." "Yes sir." I nodded. "They're going to find out it was you." My Master rubbed his jaw. "You should have stayed." "But I was worried you'd get in trouble for letting me go there." I started crying again. "I'm sorry Master. I didn't know what to do!" "Shhh...Okay. Alright...It's going to be fine you did the right thing, Dani." My Master said, but he didn't sound so sure and I was scared all over again. "What are we gonna do?" I asked him, wiping my eyes with my fingers and sniffling my nose. "Let's go in the house first off, come on..." He was getting up and I stood up shakily. "...I'll call my lawyer, see what he says about all this. The police definitely came, huh?" "Yes sir." I agreed. "I saw the police cars coming when I was leaving." "Okay." He put an arm around me, walking me to the house. "Mercy? Sit down here..." He put me in a kitchen chair as Mercy entered from the laundry room. "...Get this girl settled down, give her some warm milk or...Something. Some brandy maybe." "Yes suh." Mercy blinked at me. "I'll be in my study." My Master stroked my head and then he left. "What happened to you now?" Mercy asked and she was touching my forehead and cheeks like I might have a fever and I repeated the story while she fixed me some warm milk, just as our Master had suggested. "Abolitionists? Round heah?" Mercy shook her head. "Lawdy, lawdy...Gone be some trouble for everbody now." "You think Master's gonna be in trouble?" I wiped my eyes some more. "He let me go, but I didn't know those people were gonna be there!" "I done know, child." Mercy hugged me. "You drink some milk now, we gone find out soon enough." While I was in the kitchen with Mercy, Mr. Reiser was talking to his lawyer on the telephone. From what I could gather his advice had been to call the police and turn me in as the anonymous caller, because once the police started questioning my friends they were going to find out it was me anyway. This way would look better, like we were cooperating, which of course we were. Everybody cooperated with the police, or else you got arrested and that was exactly what nobody wanted. I was sitting with my Master in the front parlor, which was like the living room, except we never used it for anything really. It was just nice to walk through, but we were using it that day as it was the most formal room in the house and rather imposing to me, like a museum. I jumped when I heard the doorbell and Delilah answered it. I expected it to be the police, but it was Mr. Franks, my Master's lawyer. He was a good one too, according to Mr. Reiser, the best one, and it was going to be his job to keep me and my Master out of trouble. Explaining why he'd let me go to a slave party wasn't going to be especially easy. Slaves weren't supposed to have parties and most likely none of the other owners had known anything about it. I'd made my Master look pretty foolish and I was really wishing I hadn't called the police at all. "No, don't say that." Mr. Franks told me and he was a large, portly man sweating in his expensive grey suit. "You did the right thing, believe me. If you hadn't done it and they got caught, just one of them and got your name..." "I'd be in real trouble." I swallowed hard. "Real serious trouble and it wouldn't matter if they got your name today, or a year from now, they'd come looking for you." Mr. Franks nodded his big round head. "So this isn't going to be bad, believe me. They're a lot more happy with you than they are angry about you running off, but they aren't going to let that on. They're going to scare you a little, just in case you might be trying to hide something." "But I ain't hiding anything!" I said, thinking maybe he didn't believe me and I looked at my Master. "I swear! I told you everything, sir!" "I know you did, Dani." Mr. Reiser smiled at me. "I know." The police did show up, about fifteen minutes after Mr. Franks arrived and there were two of them, a man and a woman wearing casual two piece suits, a skirt and blazer for the woman, not uniforms at all. That didn't make me feel any better though. They didn't look anything but serious. Mercy had opened the door for them, apparently, and she showed them into the front parlor. "I'm Detective Barnes, Detective Hearst." The man said, nodding towards the woman next to him. "Is this the girl? Let me see your arm." The woman said and they didn't waste any time. She scanned my slave tattoo first thing, just making sure of who I was as the small hand-held computer thing pulled the information up that had been filed when Mr. Reiser had bought me. "You're the girl who called 911 at two forty-two this afternoon?" The man asked me and I nodded. "You need to speak up, there's a little microphone right here. It's recording everything we say." He pointed at what looked like a large black button on his jacket lapel. "Yes sir." I said. "You're male?" The woman asked me. "Daniel Richardson, freeborn, 17 years old and in the proper custody of Mr. H.L. Reiser?" "Yes ma'am." I nodded.  "Okay." The woman said slowly, giving her partner a glance and he just shrugged. "And you're Mr. Reiser..." "I am, yes. Danielle belongs to me." My Master said and he was making it clear that so far as he was concerned I was a girl. "She's one of my house negras." "I see." The policewoman said. "And you are..." "John Franks, I'm Mr. Reiser's attorney in this matter." "Why do you need an attorney, Mr. Reiser?" The male detective asked with some feigned pleasantness. Mr. Franks held up his hand at that, before my Master could answer. "Everyone needs an attorney, detective." Mr. Franks smiled. "Don't take it personally. Mr. Reiser is just exercising his rights." "Of course." The policeman nodded, but he didn't look exactly happy. "Alright then, mind if we sit down? Thanks." The detectives pulled some old chairs close and stared at me as I sat on the sofa with my Master.  "Now, just start at the very beginning and tell us everything that happened, Daniel." The man said, using my boy name to show how unimpressed he was with my Master's desire to have me as a girl. "Um...Today?" I asked slowly. "Or, when I first heard about the party?" "When you first heard about it, start there. Who told you and where and when, like that, okay?" The detective told me. "Yes sir." I licked my lips. "Um, I was at school and..." I told them everything, leaving nothing out at all and answering all of their questions the best I could when they wanted more details about something. It was kind of a long slow process and after it was done, they had me do it all over again. "So, Mr. Reiser..." The male detective sat back, looking a little confused. "...Why did you give your slave permission to go to this party?" "Because she asked me." Mr. Reiser said. "I trust her." "Trust?" The woman almost smiled. "She called you didn't she?" Mr. Reiser asked, demonstrating his valid point. "And then he ran." The man said. "After he was told not to. He fled the scene of a crime." "No, he fled a location to avoid being a part of a criminal activity." Mr. Franks corrected the man. "He reported the activity at his earliest opportunity to proper authority, and being under great emotional duress, the boy returned to his Master for guidance." "Emotional duress?" The woman tilted her head. "Great...Emotional duress." Mr. Franks nodded. "He was forced to engage in homosexual acts with a man and then subjected to pressure from that same man, as well as the boy's own friends and peers, to participate in activities contrary to the law and his good conscience." "Forced to engage in homosexual acts, counselor? Please..." The woman shook her head, clearly believing I'd been more than willing to have sex with Brent and I hadn't denied that at all. "The suspect you have in custody is a foreign national, correct?" Mr. Franks asked and the two detectives looked at each other and then she nodded.  "Yes, he's a foreigner." She said. "Then he's guilty of statutory rape under state law. As the man in question has no legal recourse as a slave owner, he is neither afforded the protection of the boy's slave status. In such circumstances, Daniel is a lawful minor and incapable of giving consent, or being held accountable for his sexual activities as they involve coercion by a legal adult. He was clearly raped." I looked at Mr. Franks and I was suddenly very glad he was my Master's lawyer. "That's a good point, Mr. Franks." The male detective nodded slowly and that was apparently a point of law the two detectives hadn't fully considered before, but they were thinking hard on it now. "The whole reason for having that so-called party was knowing these young slaves would have to be there illegally." Mr. Franks said, as if he was just working it all out finally. "They wouldn't be able to tell anyone about it, even if they felt as this boy did and wanted to leave. A slave wouldn't turn them in because he'd be in trouble himself for being there. They just didn't expect one of them to get permission from his Master." "Yes, uh, we were thinking along those lines too." The woman looked at her partner and it seemed to me they probably hadn't been wondering why abolitionists would have a party if they were trying to be as secretive as they needed to be. "I'd say, and mind you I spent ten years as special assistant to the Attorney General, that in addition to their obvious crimes as abolitionist advocating sedition and treachery against the state, what you have here are three sexual predators preying upon the very people they so ardently espouse to liberate from exploitation." "Uh-huh." The woman was nodding and I was just trying to understand exactly what all those words meant. "Of course, I'm sure two fine detectives such yourselves have already considered the political aspects of the case." Mr. Franks smiled. "Charging a boy like Daniel with, what is it? Fleeing the scene of a crime? When he so clearly has in his heart only the very best of intentions to obey the spirit of the law and his Benefactor's legal direction, well...That's a little like poking yourself in the eye with a sharp stick, isn't it?" "I don't think we're charging Daniel with, uh..." The man glanced at his partner, "...Anything. We just wanted his statement and..." "Good, good." Mr. Franks nodded and I wondered if he hadn't just threatened those two police officers somehow. "We'll have to present our findings to the district attorney, you understand." The woman said slowly. "We're just gathering the evidence and his office will make a final decision." "The district attorney, right, good man." Mr. Franks nodded. "I played eighteen holes with him just this morning. Six handicap, hell of a golfer." "Uh, yes sir." The man nodded slowly. "All real politicians are." Mr. Franks chuckled. "And he's a good one. He'll know what to do with what you have here and doubtless he'll want to protect the delicate rights that our good citizens enjoy with respect to the boys...and girls...in their legal and proper custody." "I'm sure he will." The female detective agreed and looked at her partner. "I believe we have everything we need." "Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Reiser." The man nodded to my Master. "I apologize for any inconvenience, if we have any further questions..." "You can contact my office." M. Franks had a business card in his pudgy fingers. "My home and private numbers are on the back." "Right." The detectives nodded taking it and turning it over briefly. "Thank you and, uh, good day, sir." Mercy was right there to show the detectives out and once they were gone we all relaxed quite a lot, or I did anyway, my Master too. Only Mr. Franks seemed the same and he was laughing lightly. "Those two will probably get medals, if they play it right." He said. "Probably get you in the newspapers too." "Me?" I blinked at him. "It's all politics now and a pretty little negra like you standing up to a ruthless gang of abolitionist provocateurs from the North? That's gonna sell all the way to Nashville, hell all the way to Richmond, probably." "Hmmm..." My Master didn't look too sure about that, or most likely he was thinking about the fact that his pretty little negra was really a boy. "Don't you worry none, men like the district attorney understand the unique relationships a master and slave often share." Mr. Franks smiled at Mr. Reiser. "Whatever happens, it'll go through me in any case." "You're a hell of a lawyer, John." Mr. Reiser was shaking the man's hand. "Thanks." "Don't thank me until after you see my bill." Mr. Franks laughed. "My Sunday afternoons don't come cheap." =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= "Well, I don't think you'll be going to any more parties." Mr. Reiser said. I was laying across him on the sofa in that front parlor with my legs tucked up and my head on his thighs. He was stroking my hair and back and we just needed some time to relax. Mr. Franks had done a fair bit of lawyering and those detectives had left feeling a little bit less cocksure of themselves than when they'd arrived. I think they really had intended to arrest me, but Mr. Franks had made it clear that any charges I might have faced weren't going to hold a lot of water by the time he was done. It was still frightening though and I was very much afraid to wonder what might be happening to my friends just then. "No sir." I agreed softly. "No more parties for me." "Lilah..." Mr. Reiser called out and not very loudly because that house was so quiet just then and the kitchen wasn't all that far from anyplace else in it. "Sir?" Delilah appeared shortly, dressed in boy's trousers and a polo shirt, as our Master had decided he liked her looking like a boy all the time. "Find Tom Henry and tell him to come here." Mr. Reiser said. "I want to speak with him." "Yes sir." The girl nodded quickly and literally ran off to fetch the boy. "We'll be going out tonight, to the Owner's club." Mr. Reiser told me and he glanced at his watch. "Getting past five already." "We're going out tonight?" I sighed, not feeling like going anywhere especially.  "That's what you want, right?" My Master asked and I turned my head so I could look up into his blue eyes. "Sir?" "You want that boy whipped. We're going to do it tonight." Mr. Reiser told me. "They have a post at the club, they've got an old nigger that knows how to use a bullwhip too." "A bullwhip?" I blinked at him. "That's what a whipping is, girl." Mr. Reiser told me. "Oh." I swallowed hard. "You still want Tom Henry whipped?" My Master asked me. I didn't want anybody hurt just then and I even tried to remember how mad Tom Henry had made me the day before, but I couldn't. I looked back on it and I felt rather foolish, but I was stuck with my pride too, like a sharp rock lodged in my throat and I couldn't get any words out around it. I wanted to say no, that I'd changed my mind, but I was afraid of how that might look after I'd begged my Master to do it. I'd done everything I could, getting down on my knees for the man literally, and begging Mr. Reiser to agree to whipping Tom Henry because I felt insulted. I didn't say anything and a minute later Tom Henry was walking into the parlor. "Yes sir?" He had his eyes down respectfully and he didn't look at me at all, even though I was still holding and being held by our Master. "You've been disrespectful and insulting to Danielle, after I told you she was to be treated as the mistress of the house." Mr. Reiser said, sounding disappointed in the boy. "That's the same as insulting me, Tom Henry, and I won't stand for it." "Yes sir." The boy replied, looking down at the floor. "You get yourself cleaned up, Danielle and I are going to the Owner's Club for the evening and you'll be coming with us." "Yes sir." "Have you ever been whipped, Tom Henry?" Mr. Reiser asked him. "Once...Sir." He nodded slowly. "You're going to be whipped again." Mr. Reiser said. "Go on now, we'll leave at six." "Yes sir." Tom Henry looked slumped and smaller after hearing that he was going to be whipped and I closed my eyes so I wouldn't have to look at him. "We need to get ready too, get up now." My Master told me and he didn't sound very pleased and I think he'd expected me to change my mind. =-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-= "No...Not that." Mr. Reiser was in the doorway after his shower and I was in my own bedroom, looking through my closet. "The green one?" I asked, putting back the black evening gown I'd picked out. "No, let me look." Mr. Reiser walked over, shuffling through the plastic bags which held all those beautiful and expensive dresses. I had a real collection by then, as Mr. Reiser liked to shop for me and every week I had something new it seemed. "That?" I giggled and looked at him, but my Master nodded. "This one. No underwear and make sure you have some heels, high ones." He told me, dropping the outfit on the bed before he left. It came in three pieces, well four really. A skintight top made of some stretchy material, Lycra or something, that fit over my breasts and shoulders and down my arms to the elbows. It was scarlet and left all of my stomach and lower back exposed, conforming to my tits perfectly and showing off my nipples to good effect. It was very much like wearing nothing but red in essence, as if it were painted on my skin. The skirt was black and of the same material, intended to ride high around my hips at the sides and the waist dropping front and back with deep curves to expose the top of my ass in the rear, and the swell of my pubis in the front. The hem was somewhere just above mid thigh and it hugged my ass tight enough that the soft dimples in my buttocks were plain as day, as was my constant erection while I wore those clothes, my penis pressing to the front of the skirt with a small, but definable bulge of apparent and obvious arousal. The remainder of the outfit consisted of two leggings, which was a more appropriate word than stockings, for they were also Lycra and colored with red and black horizontal stripes, not terribly wide, but not thin stripes either. They dressed me from my toes to a few inches beneath the hem of the skirt, leaving some smooth dark thigh exposed. I wore black leather heels, three inch heels like Mr. Reiser had ordered, and I looked very much like a whore. I put on lipstick to match the scarlet color and black eye shadow just to match my skirt, some expensive perfume, and gold hoops through my ear to match the 22K gold chain around my neck. I was giving my hair one last brush through when Mr. Reiser entered the bedroom dressed in a light blue suit, looking handsome and even a little younger than his forty some years. That color suited him very well and I smiled at him. "How do I look?" I asked, knowing I was beautiful in a very slutty way and in truth I didn't mind appearing like that for him, and it was only rarely that he dressed me like that anyway. "Good enough to eat." He smiled and held up his hand, showing me something. "What's that?" I wondered and it was red and rubber apparently, or plastic, about six inches long and shaped oddly. The tapered tip of the thing was smooth and round and then it widened appreciably, like a cone until it had to be some eight or ten inches around easily. It narrowed suddenly at the bottom and there was a flat circular base to it. "Bend over." Mr. Reiser told me and I gave him a funny look. "It's a butt plug; you're going to wear it tonight." "A butt plug?" I gave him a little gasp. "That's going in my...That's not going to fit!" "It'll fit." Mr. Reiser chuckled and I was standing by then, so he merely pulled at my shoulder, turning me around and I bent over dutifully, bracing myself against my vanity so he could lift my skirt as far as he needed, which wasn't very far at all. "Ummm...Ohhh...Ow!" I winced and tried to relax my anus and rectum as my Master pressed the tip to my small brown asshole. "Relax..." Mr. Reiser told me. "...I'm going to push..." "Wha...What? You're not pushing yeeeeelp!" I jerked as my Master did give a sudden hard push, gripping my left shoulder with his hand to keep me somewhat steady beneath the pressure. I'd put some jelly in my butt, like I always did immediately after my bath, but it didn't seem to help too much as that butt plug was enormously thick at it's widest point. My muscles fought against it, trying to keep it out, even though I was working hard to try and relax. It hurt, as if I were a virgin all over again and just about the time I was ready to beg my Master to stop, the thickest portion of that toy seemed to pop inside me and my anus snapped tightly shut behind it, leaving the soft round base wedged not too uncomfortably between my butt cheeks. Mr. Reiser gave it a little tug or two and grunted with satisfaction as the plug was well and truly lodged inside me then.  The thing was definitely too big for my little black ass, I thought, and I felt it distinct and hard as it stretched my rectum in every possible direction. I stood up slowly, blinking at the sensation of being so full and there was some pleasure there, but I had what felt like cramps as well, a dull ache in my bowels that was accentuated with every movement I made. The shoes weren't helping at all, I realized. They gave me a posture entirely unsuited to walking around with that huge butt plug buried in my ass and I moved very gingerly, feeling my body protesting as the tender muscles back there were pushed and pulled and stretched in ways I wasn't accustomed to at all. "How does that feel? Walk around some, let me see." Mr. Reiser told me as I fixed my skirt. "It...Hurts, I think." I frowned slightly and took a few steps, biting my lip. "Ow...Ummm...It's too big." "You'll get used to it." Mr. Reiser smiled at me. "Think of it as a chastity belt." "A chastity belt?" I managed a weak giggle. "It comes out right?" "When I want it to." My Master nodded. "You make sure it stays where it is until I say otherwise, understand?" "Yes sir." I agreed, since I had little choice in any case. "Let's go, Tom Henry's waiting." Mr. Reiser gestured for me to go first. "And be careful going down the stairs, Dani." "Oh God!" I rolled my eyes and laughed nervously. "It isn't funny." "I'm not laughing." Mr. Reiser sighed and it was a happy, contented sound as he watched my ass and hips in that small tight skirt and I was wiggling a lot wearing that plug with those shoes, giving him a real sexy show. "Good Lawd, look like you gone go to Mardi Gras, child." Mercy laughed as she watched me come down the stairs slowly. "I know." I giggled and that butt plug felt like it was getting a little deeper with every step. "That must be suh's tom foolery, huh." Mercy shook her head and walked away. "That man ain't nothin but trouble, since the day he was born..." "She's impressed." Mr. Reiser chuckled and he was right behind me. "I can tell." "She's probably gonna give me a strappin for this tomorrow." I laughed and then I realized Tom Henry was standing near the door waiting for us and he was going to get a whipping and I lost my smile quickly. He was dressed in his best clothes, which weren't so nice really and I was reminded that I needed to take the boy shopping. I felt genuinely bad for my weakness, my quick temper and my pride that wouldn't let me change my mind, even as I looked at the boy standing there. I felt awkward and uncomfortable and I knew that however Tom Henry had felt about me previously, he must have been hating me right then. He was going to get whipped just because his Master's bedroom negra wanted it. That wasn't any sort of justice, I felt that in my heart, but once more the idea of changing my mind and admitting I was wrong just filled me with an unreasonable fear and that made it all the worse. "Evening Tom Henry." I said, and I shouldn't have been saying anything I suspect. "You look nice." "Thank you, ma'am." He said slowly without looking past my shoes. "You're very...Becoming this evening." "Thank you." I tried to sound, neither happy nor unhappy, but it came out like I was rubbing it in, I was sure. I should have just kept my mouth shut. "Alright, let's go." Mr. Reiser said a moment later, returning after stepping into the kitchen for a brief word with Mercy. We rode quietly in Mr. Reiser's big BMW, Tom Henry sitting in the back, and me looking out the window mostly. That butt plug was very uncomfortable as I sat down upon it, even with the incredibly soft leather of the passenger seat to help. I held myself still however, resisting the urge to wriggle and make any sort of sigh or whisper of a complaint. That discomfort in my backside was nothing compared to the discomfort in my heart as we drove closer and all too quickly towards the Owner's Club and Tom Henry's whipping. End of chapter 19