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

Chapter 13


"Well?" Sarah asked me as soon as I picked her up on the way to school.

"I can go." I said and I'd thought about teasing her, but I was kind of
tired. 

Mr. Reiser had kept me up late, but I wasn't going to complain about that!
Plus I knew that new houseboy was going to be there when I got home and
that would be weighing on me all day long.

"Really?" Sarah widened her eyes and I nodded. "That's so cool. You have
the best master ever, I bet. What did he say?"

So I relived that whole conversation on the drive to school and I was
smiling by the end of it. Mr. Reiser was a good owner, far better than most
of them, from what I gathered from the slaves I went to school with. The
other kids always had stories about how they were worked too hard, or
punished too often, or whatever. Mostly I figured they just liked to
complain.

I was in my third period economics class with Ms. Kellerman, listening to
her explain how the reinstitution of slavery had saved the South from the
Great Depression when I was summoned to the school office. A black girl,
one of the office negras came knocking on the classroom door and she had a
note for me and I didn't know what that was about and neither did the girl.

"Ma'am?" I spoke up quietly as I stood in the office and the school
secretary, an older black woman named Perth gave me a look.

"Dani, you go in the nurse's office, there's some people in there who want
to talk to you." She told me and I swallowed hard. "You're not in trouble,
they just want to ask some questions. Go on now."

I was very nervous by then, not knowing what was going on or why, but I
didn't have any choice and I walked down the short hallway to the nurse's
office and the door was already open. The nurse wasn't inside, but two
other people were, a man and a woman, both of them older and dressed
nicely, I suppose. They were white people and for just a brief second I
wondered if my Master had sold me.

"Come in." The man smiled. "You're...Daniel?" He read my name off some
papers he was holding and frowned slightly.

"Yes sir." I blinked at him because he had a funny accent.

"Is that your name? What do people call you?" The woman asked and she
wasn't from the South either, near as I could tell. She was closing the
door behind me.

"Dani...Danielle." I said softly and I didn't know what to do with my
hands, so I tried putting them behind my back, but I didn't like that. So I
put them in front of me.

"You're a boy, yes?" The man asked.

"I'm...A boy." I nodded slowly.

"Alright, well, sit down." The man pointed at a chair and waited for
me. "I'm Dr. Ramirez, this is Dr. Hermosa. We're with the United Nations,
have you heard of that?"

"Yes sir." I licked my lips. "Am I in trouble?"

"No, good heavens." The woman smiled and she was sitting down in a chair
too, but the man remained standing so I had to look up at him.

"We're just getting information." The man told me. "This school and many
others like it in your country are supported by money from other
countries. We just want to make sure that the money is being well spent."

"Okay." I shrugged.

"Are you a slave, Dani?" The man asked me and I'd heard about this before,
these people who would come asking questions.

"No." I shook my head. "I'm in the custody of my benefactor, Mr. Reiser."

"Yes, of course." The man nodded as if he'd expected that. "You were
freeborn, yes?"

"Yes." I nodded.

"And when were you taken into custody by Mr..."

"Mr. Reiser." I smiled. "Um, about a year ago. I was sixteen."

"Mr. Reiser makes you, ah...dress like that, Dani?" The woman
wondered. "Did he make you, uh..."

"Did he make me a girl?" I looked at her and she nodded, smiling
apologetically as if I'd be embarrassed. "I was already a girl. My parents
wanted me to be a girl since I was a baby."

"Oh." That confused her maybe.

"Mr. Reiser bought me clothes and my breasts." I told her, pushing my chest
out for the man. "They're nice, right?"

"Uh, very nice." The man cleared his throat.

"Does Mr. Reiser have sex with you, Dani?" The woman asked and I wondered
if I'd been a boy if the man would have been asking me that.

"No. I'm a house negra." I shrugged.

"I see." She licked her lips. "And what exactly is a house...Uh, negra?"

"I'm a domestic servant." I looked at her like that should have been
obvious.

"Well, how about Mrs. Reiser, does she..." The woman started and I smiled.

"There's no Mrs. Reiser, just Mr. Reiser." I told her, making it plain that
my Master didn't need a wife with me there.

"Does he hurt you, Dani?" The man asked and I stared at him. 

"Of course not." I said. "What does this have to do with my school?"

"It's just background." He smiled. "Do you think we could examine your
body? Your back, um shoulders, stomach. You don't have to get naked or
anything..."

"No." I shook my head.

"No?" He asked me and I shook my head.

"No, I don't believe I want you to look at my body." I decided, not that I
had anything to hide. The strop hadn't left anything but a lot of red
behind the night before and that was gone now. I just wasn't liking the
idea that they thought Mr. Reiser would hurt me.

"Dani, you have to." The woman said patiently. "We won't hurt you."

I closed my eyes with a sigh and unbuttoned my blouse, taking it off so I
sat there in my bra and skirt. There weren't any marks on me of course, but
those two United Nations people were looking anyway.

"Thank you, Dani." The man said finally. "You look fine, um...Why didn't
you want us to look if you have nothing to hide?"

"Cause you thought there might be." I frowned at him and put my blouse back
on.

"Okay." The woman sighed. "Let's talk about your school then. How long have
you been attending school here?"

"A year." I told her.

"Have you ever been exploited, sexually or physically abused by a teacher?"
She asked and I shook my head.

"No."

"Has a teacher ever offered you anything for sex, Dani?" She asked. "Better
grades maybe?"

"No." I shook my head again.

"Have you ever been disciplined by a teacher?" The man asked me and I
nodded. "What happened?"

"I was talking in class when I should have been listening." I told him,
trying my best to sound bored. "Mr. Davis made me stay after school and
clean the classroom."

"I see." The man nodded. "He didn't spank you or...Touch you in some way
while you did that?"

"No." I smiled and shrugged. "I just...cleaned."

There were a bunch more questions, but I didn't admit to anything. I didn't
like those people, snooping around and asking questions, like they were
angels sent from God himself to pass judgment on my Master and my
school. My whole country in fact. I knew a lot of other countries didn't
like us just because we had slaves, but that wasn't any of their business
anyway, so far as I could tell. It wasn't like the South was buying people
in Africa or something, all the slaves were already here. Those United
Nations people were insulting and they could kiss my little black butt for
all the help I was going to give them.

"Okay, one last question, Dani." The man smiled and sort of dropped down so
he could look level in my eyes. "Have you told us the truth today?"

"Yes sir." I said, staring into his dubious eyes and not even flinching.

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

"So, what you think, baby?" Purdy was all over me during lunch. "Gonna hook
up with me on Sunday or what?"

"Yeah." I shrugged and we were sitting in our usual places, except Purdy
wasn't usually there. "I can go, but if it sucks, I'm going to see my
parents."

"You're going?" Venus looked at me, brushing some blonde hair out of her
eyes. "Can I get a ride?"

"She's giving me a ride." Sarah said.

"You gotta sit on Sarah's lap." I giggled.

"Cool, whatever." Venus shrugged, but Sarah looked unhappy, probably
because she was thinking we'd fuck.

"So all ya'll are coming?" Purdy grinned. "Shit. We'll have a good time."

"Where's this place at?" I asked him.

"Over in Hemmford, give me some paper. I'll draw it for you." Purdy said
and I pushed one of my notebooks towards him, since he was right next to
me.

"So how's that Cuban girl?" Tricia asked Sarah and got a dirty look back.

"Leave her alone." I said. "Like everyday you gotta bring that up?"

"What? She ain't sold yet anyway, is she?" Tricia giggled and I really
didn't like her sometimes.

"My Master's getting a new slave today." I said and probably I should have
kept it to myself, but I didn't.

"Hey look..." Purdy was grabbing my attention as he drew his map.

"A new girl?" Sarah asked me, so I sorta looked back and forth.

"No. A boy." I said and pointed at an octopus or something on the
paper. "What's that thing?"

"Never mind that." Purdy scratched it out.

"You're lucky then." Sarah decided.

"A boy?" Venus smiled at me. "So that ain't so lucky, huh?"

"Yeah." I shrugged.

"...And go like three stoplights, kay? Go left and it's there, Lexington
Apartments. Number 202." Purdy was writing it down.

"Oh, shit a boy?" Sarah was catching on. "Like you?"

"Like her! God!" Tricia giggled. "What a trip!"

"They got a phone or something, like if I get lost I can call?" I asked
Purdy and then looked at Tricia. "I don't think he's gonna be like me."

"But your Master's kind of a fag anyway, huh?" Venus asked.

"He's queer, yeah." I shrugged. "But not like all the time."

"He can't be all the time." Sara nodded. "He'd get arrested."

"Just with me." I agreed.

"Shit, that ain't being queer." Purdy grinned at me. "You got all this? You
gonna find it okay?"

"Yeah, as long as I can read your handwriting." I frowned.

"I got good handwriting, what are you talking about?" Purdy grabbed at my
hip and I jerked away.

"You flirt with me I'll make you pay." I told him half seriously.

"I wanna do more than flirt, negra." He nodded.

"God, you're such a slut." Venus rolled her eyes and she was talking about
Purdy. "First Tricia, now Dani...Who else you fucked?"

"Not you." Purdy stuck the tip of his tongue out at her.

"You wish." Venus shook her head. "You're all kinds of wrong color for me,
boy."

"And you ain't all that anyway." Purdy shrugged.

"So what's that new nigger like?" Sarah asked me.

"I dunno, I haven't seen him." I said. "He's slaveborn, I know that."

"How old is he?" Sara wondered.

"You looking for a boyfriend?" Venus giggled at her.

"What new nigger?" Purdy asked and he'd missed the beginning of that whole
conversation while he drew his map.

"New slave at Dani's house." Tricia told him. "Keep your eyes off her tits
and maybe you can keep up."

"Shit." Purdy grinned. "You see these tits?"

"Leave my tits alone." I said, but I had the best ones in school and I knew
it. 

"Let's go in the bathroom like we used to." Purdy was whispering and he
wasn't leaving my tits alone at all.

"Yeah, sure." I smiled.

"Really?" Purdy grinned.

"You want to go down on me?" I shrugged. "I'll go with you."

"Go down on you?" Purdy rolled his head on his shoulders.

"Heh." Venus grinned at me. "I'll do it."

"Yeah right." Tricia stared at Venus. "What happened to white only?"

"I ain't never sucked a girl before." Venus giggled.

"She fucks me." Sarah said and I looked at her sharply. "I mean..." 

"Oh fuck! Really?" Tricia looked back and forth between us.

"You fuckin her?" Purdy grinned at me and I wasn't exactly embarrassed, but
I guess I was a little. 

"Sometimes." I shrugged, since there wasn't any sense lying about it now.

"So you're like some lesbian fag sissy slut negra, huh?" Purdy laughed and
I elbowed him.

"Fuck off." I put my notebook away. "We're just friends."

"Fuck friends, that's cool." Venus giggled and it was her fault anyway,
hers and the way Sarah always wanted to one up Venus for some reason.

"So who gets on top?" Tricia wanted to know.

"You wanna find out?" I wiggled my eyebrows at her and she jerked back like
I'd slapped her.

"No!"

"Figures." Sarah laughed and she was one of those people who only felt bad
about something for like thirty seconds at the most.

"All talk." Venus agreed and Tricia made a face. "You can show me,
Dani. Anytime." The girl wiggled her tongue at me and I giggled.

"See?" I smiled at Purdy, "I can get fucked anytime I want. So what do I
need you for?"

"Shit." He didn't know what to say and that was a first.

"All you gotta do is suck my little dick." I whispered in his ear and
pushed my hand down against his big cock, feeling it through his
trousers. "And then I'll give you whatever you want." I licked his
ear. "I'll even give you my ass."

"Huhhhh..." He gave me a sideways look and the bell was ringing for
afternoon classes to start.

"Oops!" I shrugged. "Maybe Sunday, huh?"

I left him there to think about it, walking with Sarah to our next class
and giving her a hard time for telling everybody we fucked. That was what
made it so weird being in the segregated school. I mean my other school,
the catholic girls' school was almost all white girls and they were all
virgins, probably, I don't know. But I know they didn't talk about sex like
we did, us slaves at Hathaway High. But the thing is that we all had sex
and we all knew it, like with our masters, or mistresses for the boys, or
just other slaves. Sex was normal for us and I don't mean all slaves
either, just some of us, the ones who had the looks or the
personality. Most slaves never had sex with anyone but another slave, and
that with permission as their owners would let them marry and have
children, some of them. It was never a real marriage, a permanent one, but
more a convenience for the owner, but the point is that negras like me and
my friends were the exception, not the rule.

It wasn't strange for an owner to give his important slaves, like a foreman
or whatever, permission to take one of the negras for fun. It happened all
the time and the girls they picked, or were given more often than not, were
the ones that their white masters were fucking, the bedroom negras, cause
they were the most attractive and they knew how to do it right. So all of
us were getting fucked and it wasn't a big deal...It just seemed so funny
when I thought about those white girls and how they'd blush if someone drew
a picture of a hard dick on a note and passed it around in English class. I
missed that school sometimes, but not as much as I used to. The segregated
school was okay, now that I had some friends.

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

"Did you talk to those United Nations people?" Mr. Davis was asking me
after my last class and I nodded.

"Yes sir." I giggled and stroked his cock slowly. "They asked me if I had
sex with any of the teachers."

"Oh yeah?" He grinned. "Did you tell them you got fucked everyday?"

"I said no." I shrugged. "I told them you made me stay after once and wash
the chalkboard."

"Heh! I'll give you something to wash...Use your tongue on it..." Mr. Davis
was sitting in his cheap swivel chair and I was on my knees for him,
licking his cock slow the way he licked it sometimes.

"You're a sexy little bitch, Jesus...I wish I could afford a negra like
you." Mr. Davis sighed.

"My Master said he'd sell me for a million dollars once." I giggled and
then took the head of that nice white cock between my moist lips and washed
it good.

Mr. Davis laughed and then sucked a little breath as I pushed my tight lips
down the shaft, taking him all the way down and opening my throat. I was
real good at that now and I deep throated him until I needed some air,
lifting my mouth and gasping, swallowing all the spit and precum before I
did it again.

"You're the best cocksucker in the school." Mr. Davis decided. "Million
dollars might almost be...ugh! Worth it...Jesus..."

"Mmmphhh..." I sighed, feeling my own penis nice and hard because I did
love sucking cock so much. 

I pulled my skirt up high and tight to my tummy, working my girl cock free
and making sure Mr. Davis got a good look at it while I sucked him off. He
liked it, I knew that, but he was shy and a little afraid to admit it, even
though he'd sucked me a couple times. I really wanted him to do it again
and I was trying to entice him into it, playing with my penis while I
worked my tongue all over his cockhead, moaning and even humming softly,
giving him some sweet vibrations to make him feel loved.

"That's so fucking sexy..." He was watching me, looking past my eyes as I
looked up at him. "...Do you want to sixty-nine?"

He always asked when he wanted to suck my girl cock. Anything else and
Mr. Davis would tell me, like a white man should. He'd just tell me what he
wanted and I'd do it, but when it came to that, he'd ask me if I wanted him
to kiss my penis, or sixty-nine with him like today. That was exactly what
I wanted too and I just had to go lock the door because fucking me was one
thing, but taking my boy parts into his white mouth was a little too close
to admitting he might be a little queer and he didn't want to get caught
like that.

"Down here..." I giggled and the floor was the only place we had of course,
so that's where we did it.

Mr. Davis got on his back, in his cheap suit on the wooden floor, and I
straddled him carefully, spreading my knees on either side of his head and
then siding back enough so my girl cock and hairless balls were right over
his face. I could feel his warm breath and then his hands as they stroked
up my thighs to my ass and then he was pulling me to his hungry mouth. I
had his cock in my hand and I mouthed him eagerly, rewarding my math
teacher for giving me what I most needed and I sucked his white cock down
to the root, letting my throat muscles squeeze his cockhead as it stretched
me pleasantly.

"Ummm..." I sighed, pushing down with my hips and Mr. Davis wasn't really
good at sucking cock, but he wanted to be.

He tried his best and whatever he lacked in skill, he made up for with
enthusiasm. He was sucking me hard, my soft balls pressed against his eyes
and nose and every inch of my smallish girl cock filling his mouth. I
wished I was a little bigger, but probably it was better I
wasn't. Everybody said my penis was seriously sexy anyway, kind of feminine
looking even when it was hard and ready to cum. I was getting close then
and it was too soon, I knew that. I wanted to make it last a good long time
because being sucked always felt special and I didn't get it enough. My
Master would suck me sometimes, well more than just sometimes, but not
everyday or anything. A few times a week and maybe that should have been
enough, but I was spoiled and greedy and something about having Mr. Davis
doing it, since he wanted to be such a straight Southern gentleman, it just
made it awesome for me. White men sucking my hard dripping girl cock...That
was intense for me.

I was doing everything I could to make Mr. Davis cum first. I could cum
almost as soon as I wanted to, if I just thought about it, and I was going
to cum soon anyway even if I didn't. So I wanted Mr. Davis right there with
me and I was sliding my soft lips up and down the shaft quickly, following
my mouth with my hand, jerking him off and blowing the man all at the same
time. I used my other hand to play with his balls, pulling them free of his
suit pants and rolling them in my fingers, squeezing them gently, just
enough to get a rise out of Mr. Davis' hips as he tried to push more cock
down my throat. It was a good blowjob, the best one he'd ever had probably,
and less than five minutes after we started he was groaning, making muffled
noises and humping my mouth to warn me he was close.

I let him cum and let myself go, moving my own hips and letting those good
feelings wash over me as thick hot sperm filled my mouth and I swallowed
quickly, not losing much at all from the corners of my mouth. I came about
twenty seconds later, while Mr. Davis was still shooting and he was choking
on it, which sorta turned me on too. He couldn't keep up and I knew my
semen was spilling out of his mouth, running down his cheeks. I wished I
could see it, knowing he'd look so sexy wearing my boy cream while he
sucked my girly cock, but I was going to finish him off right. I drank
every drop the man had and washed his cock and then his balls, while he
tried to do the same for me.

"Ohhhh...Mr. Davis!" I giggled and breathed cool air into my lungs as I sat
up, my soft penis and wet balls lying across his panting mouth. He was
staring up at my ass, but I could see his mouth stained milky with my salty
load and his tongue moving around as he stroked my thighs.

"That was so good..." The man sighed. "...Dani..."

"I'll clean you, sir." I whispered, moving so I could lay on top of him, my
tits against his chest and I kissed and licked his face like a pretty negra
dog. I gathered my semen up with my tongue and then went inside the man's
mouth, licking him deeply while he held me to him, pushing the sperm I'd
gathered back into his mouth so he could swallow it. We kissed for five
minutes like that at least, until we were both hot and sweaty and breathing
heavily with our cocks hard again and rubbing each other.

"Stay a little longer." Mr. Davis urged, but I couldn't even if I wanted
to.

"My Master is waiting for me." I lied, but it was a small one and maybe not
one at all, since it was Friday and Mr. Reiser could very well come home
from work early.

"Damn...I wish I could take you home, Dani..." He was in love. The second
white man to fall in love with me and I kissed him.

"I'll see you Monday, Mr. Davis." I promised him and got up slowly, leaving
the man lying there happily on the floor of his classroom.

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

"So you're the new house nigger." I said, not waiting for an introduction
as I came straight into the kitchen and found him.

He wasn't pretty and that was a real relief. It meant I wasn't being
replaced and even though I didn't think I was, I'd worried over that
continuously, imagining this new slave being a girl like me. Instead he was
quite the opposite, which was a genuine surprise, although maybe it
shouldn't have been. He was older than me, but not by much. Maybe nineteen
or twenty years old and not so tall, but healthy and lean with muscle under
his brown skin, at least from what I could see. He was handsome, I suppose,
sort of an average face but chiseled, not soft, with a square jaw and
prominent cheeks. His hair was short, cut close to scalp and kinky black
and he looked a lot like a thousand other black men to me.

"Yes ma'am." He said slowly and Mercy had been feeding him a sandwich it
looked like. 

"You got a name, boy?" I asked and Mercy was giving me a little frown, but
I ignored it.

"Tom Henry, ma'am." He licked his lips, looking into my face and he hadn't
looked at my body at all.

"Are you queer, Tom Henry?" I pursed my lips. "Are you a cocksucker?"

"That's enough outta your mouth!" Mercy grabbed my arm and I shrugged, but
she wouldn't let go.

"No ma'am." He said softly and his caramel eyes smoldered hot and probably
he was wondering why I was so mad at him for no good reason.

"Get upstairs and clean yourself up now." Mercy was pushing me out of her
kitchen. "You gonna get a whippin later, you mind me?"

"I'll be watching you, Tom Henry." I stared at him for a second and then I
left.

I didn't have any reason to be treating the boy like that and I might have
felt bad about it, except I didn't want him there at all. Never mind he
wasn't pretty, or even a fag probably, he was somebody new and I didn't
like that at all. I'd never been a slave before, not until Mr. Reiser had
claimed me and so I hadn't grown up around a lot of them, or been a part of
them. I didn't understand or trust them, that was a fact and some people
say there's nobody so prejudiced in his heart as a freeborn nigger, and
maybe that's true. All I knew for sure was I felt like my life hadn't
gotten a little smaller, like I'd lost something and I didn't know what it
was yet.

I went to the master bedroom, stripping off my clothes and then into the
adjoining master bath and ran some hot water. I frowned at myself in the
mirror and took off my jewelry, my charm bracelet and the gold
locket. Sometimes I wore the jewelry Mr. Reiser had given me, but most of
that was too nice for school. I was taking a bath, soaking in the huge
porcelain tub when Mercy found me and she was pretty mad.

"Who you think you is, talking to that boy like that?" She stood there with
her hands on her hips looking down at me. "You black as dirt, girl, and
twice a filthy, what you was sayin!"

"I wanted to know if he was queer." I looked down and I felt like a little
girl all of a sudden.

"Like you was kickin a dog fer no reason but you can, huh?" Mercy was
shaking her head as if she couldn't believe it.

"I didn't hurt him none." I said.

"An you ain't suh's wife, girl, you just his negra an if he wanna fuck that
boy, what you gone do bout it anyways?" Mercy was Deep South now and the
words came out in sing-song fashion, but they were hard to listen to.

"I don't know." I shrugged and I was too unhappy even to be shocked at the
woman's blunt speech.

"You watchin him, I's watchin you." Mercy told me, pointing a bony
finger. "Spect you gone wanna member that, huh!"

"I'm sorry, alright?" I looked up at her finally, into her face and my
voice wasn't very loud. "Now get out of my bathroom."

"Oh Lawdy..." Mercy licked her lips and stared, but she didn't say anything
more and left me alone finally.


End of chapter 13