...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