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

Chapter 17


My Master was going out for the evening without me, which he did
occasionally. He had his friends and social gatherings where a slave
wouldn't be welcome or appropriate and I understood that. I didn't resent
it at all, but now I did have the small and not totally unreasonable fear
that Mr. Reiser would be spending some of that time looking for a wife.

I'll admit I didn't completely appreciate the way having a proper family
would elevate him socially and professionally, but I was just a negra
anyway. I understood his desire to have a child though and it was difficult
to argue with that, even with myself as I lay alone on the bed. I'd gone to
the slave quarters above the garage, just because I wanted to be
alone. Lilah was helping Mercy in the kitchen and Tom Henry was working
outside, weeding between the bricks in the walkways around the
house. Mr. Reiser had a gardening service, but those weeds grew faster than
anything else it seemed.

I'd felt bad about Delilah and her being sterilized and I'd only grudgingly
accepted the fact that it wasn't up to her if she ever had a baby or
not. It was her master's decision and he'd made it and that was the world
we lived in. It wasn't her body, no more than I owned mine, not while I was
a slave anyway. I belonged to a white man and if he wanted to do something
like that to me, have me sterilized or castrated or whatever, Mr. Reiser
could do it and I'd accept it. There wasn't any choice in it, but it still
made me feel bad for the girl, mostly because her master hadn't told
her. He shoulda done that much anyway and if he had it wouldn't have
bothered me nearly so much, I didn't think.

That took a good hour out of the day, coming to that conclusion and by then
I was restless and it was still early, just a little past four
maybe. Mr. Reiser was gone already, I'd heard him drive out of the garage
beneath me and I'd frowned at that, reminded that there were a whole lot of
things I had no choice in. I wandered back downstairs finally, not wanting
to do anything and wishing I could do something. Being a bedroom negra
without a hard man to be with wasn't much fun at all.

The day was a bright one and still warm, almost hot as summer comes along
quick after a short Tennessee spring. This year was gonna be a hot one
anyway, everybody said so and I believed it. I spied Tom Henry working back
by the pool, pulling those weeds cause the bricks were old and cracked,
with large gaps in places. The house itself was old too, rebuilt just after
the First Civil War, and once upon a time it had been part of a real
plantation growing cotton mostly. After the war the land got sold off in
parcels to carpet baggers and Northern profiteers. The Federals took some
and gave it to the niggers for reparation, handed it out in little plots so
they could build their shacks and have their bastard children, and
sharecrop for the white men they used to slave for.

Now it was my Master's house, sitting in an exclusive neighborhood and
serving as a reminder of the glory days gone by. There wasn't any
plantation anymore and I thought that was too bad. I wondered what it would
have been like to be a house negra back a hundred and fifty years ago, a
bedroom slave for a man who owned a hundred others. There'd be a crowd of
blacks bent over in the sun, women and children singing while picked
cotton, the men working the machinery and bailing raw cotton onto wagons
for the short ride to the river and the big old steamers running north and
south. And I'd be sitting on the porch, close to my Master and whispering
cool words in his ear under that warm sun to make him smile and stroke my
hair.

That was how I wished it was and it made me sad to see just the one boy,
Tom Henry, pulling weeds all by himself. Mr. Reiser was right, I decided,
we did need more slaves round the house. Maybe not so much for the work,
but just for the sake of appearance. A white man should have some niggers
around and I started thinking I'd have to mention that once in awhile to my
Master. Put a little bird in his ear, cause that was part of my job too,
being his woman like I was. Course it didn't hurt none that Tom Henry was
so respectful of me. I have to say I was impressed with his manners and I
liked the way he dropped his eyes when he spoke to me now. That boy knew it
was my house, Lilah too, and Mercy was just mothering me, I understood
that, minding me like an old hen because Mr. Reiser expected her to.

"Hey Tom Henry." I said some short while later, after I'd gone upstairs and
put on a bathing suit. 

Being such a pleasant afternoon I decided it was too nice to sit inside and
besides, I'd just gotten that new bikini and I was longing for an excuse to
wear it.

"Afternoon ma'am." Tom Henry straightened himself up and looked at me, not
in the face, but all up and down my body and that pleased me.

"You ain't gotta ma'am me, Tom Henry." I giggled, even though I didn't want
him to stop. "I ain't nothing but a negra."

"Ma'am." He cleared his throat and I shook my head.

"You stop pulling those weeds for bit. I have some work for you now." I
told him, setting my straw beach bag down and spreading my towel on a
lounge chair.

"Alright." He nodded slowly and he was a good looking young man, damp with
sweat now and wearing dungaree pants and rough cotton shirt buttoned in the
front.

I smiled at his approach, lying down on my stomach with that lounger
horizontal. I folded my arms under my cheek and looked at him. I was
wearing just a little red bikini, the top very small, with tight thin cups
to hold my breasts, tied with strings around my neck and back. The bottom
of it was full, but only so it would hide my penis and testicles
properly. I'd have much preferred a thong, but that wouldn't be hardly
practical in public. This bikini hid my boyish charms just fine though and
still gave a real nice view of my firm round ass.

"Reach into that bag there and find my lotion, I want you to put some on
me." I said lazily.

"Uh...Yes ma'am." Tom Henry licked his lips and took off his work gloves,
tucking them into his back pocket.

"How do you like it here, Tom Henry?" I asked him.

"Just fine." He shrugged.

"Hmph." I smiled. "I suppose you'd say that anyway, huh?"

"Well, I ain't been whipped yet." Tom Henry said, finding my baby oil and
looking at it. "This here?"

"Yeah, that one. Put it on my back for me." I nodded.

"How do you like it here?" He surprised me and I sighed as I felt his hand,
now cupping some oil, pressing to my skin.

"Me?" I giggled softly. "I like it just fine."

"I heard you was freeborn." The boy said. "That true?"

"Yeah." I nodded slightly and his hands were strong and gentle, moving over
my back slowly.

"I ain't never met a freeborn negra before." He told me.

"Really?" I smiled at that. "Do you like being a slave?"

"Do I like it?" Tom Henry laughed. "What do you mean by that?"

His hands were moving along my spine and I gave a little shimmy of
pleasure, the way his fingers would ride up my dark oily skin slow.

"Untie that string there." I sighed, "It's getting in the way."

"Alright." He said softly and I felt him tugging at my bikini and then it
fell loose at the sides of swollen breasts as I lay upon them. 

"I mean how do you like being a slave, that's all." I answered him.

"Ain't no like or dislike." He told me, and now his hands were going all
the way up and down unhindered. "It just is."

"I like it." I'd long decided. "Get my shoulders too, Tom Henry."

"You ain't no slave anyway." He chuckled. "Not if you can ask a question
like that."

"Is that right." I said giving a little groan as his hands worked my
shoulders nicely.

"A negra like you, shoot...I heard of it."

"Heard of what?"

"Heard about freeborn negras and ya'all living in big houses and driving
fancy cars and all that." Tom Henry shrugged. 

"Is that so." I giggled.

"You got a daddy, right?" He asked me and I nodded. "Got a big house too, I
bet."

"Not real big." I replied.

"But he got one." Tom Henry moved his hands under my armpits and then
lower, brushing the sides of my tits. "Got himself a real wife too, huh?
Rings and all that?"

"Yeah." I agreed. "My daddy got all that."

"And now you here, sitting by a swimming pool, getting yourself all rubbed
up and down by your own personal house nigger." Tom Henry chuckled. "And
you gonna ask me if I like being a slave?"

He lifted his hands and sat back on his heels.

"Don't stop." I moaned. "You aren't done yet."

"I need to get back to my work." The boy said. "Fuckin the Master's pet
negra ain't gonna get me nothing but whipped."

"What?" I felt my blood rising with some humiliation then.

Tom Henry was standing up, wiping his hands on his pants and reaching into
his pocket for his gloves.

"You can't talk to me like that!" I lifted my head, staring at him and I
was hot all over with my heart thumping. "I'll whip you myself!"

"You sure don't talk like a slave neither." He smiled at me and I sat up,
my tits falling free under my loose bikini, hanging now by the string
around my neck. "But you is fine, ma'am. Yes you is, one fine bedroom
negra."

"Get back here!" I yelled, but the boy was walking away from me. "Tom
Henry, get your ass back here now!"

I felt my throat burn and that just made me all the more mad and screaming
like I was would give me laryngitis for three days if I wasn't careful. I
ripped at my top in annoyance, struggling to untie it briefly so I could
throw it away from me and I half ran topless to the house and into the
kitchen.

"What's wrong with you?" Mercy looked at me and Lilah shrank a little in
her chair, she was cutting up some tomatoes at the table.

"I want that nigger whipped!" I said, staring at Mercy and shaking with
anger. "I want him whipped now. Right now!" 

"Whipped? What that boy done?" Mercy had been cutting up some meat and now
she washed her hands, looking at me over her shoulder.

"He...Insulted me." I said, fighting to keep my voice down. "He was talking
bad about me and refusing to do what I told him to and..."

"Shoot." Mercy grinned. "I thought he done raped you, girl!"

"What? He insulted me! He was talking back like I'm some kinda..."

"Some kinda negra?" Mercy was laughing. "That's what you is."

"It's not funny." I hissed. "I want that boy whipped. I'll do it myself."

"You gone have to talk to suh bout that, girl." Mercy said. "Ain't no
whipping round here but he say so."

"You whip me all the time!" I said too loudly and I swallowed hard.

"That ain't no whippin!" Mercy shook her head. "See? You done even know
what you's askin for."

"You ain't gonna do it?" I stared at her.

"No, I ain't gonna whip that boy." Mercy said. "An you ain't gonna
neither. Get yourself outside now, we's working negras in here."

"Fuck!" I jerked my head hard and caught Lilah staring at me. "What're you
looking at?"

"N-Nothing, ma'am." She looked down quick and Mercy gave me an evil look
and I left then, going upstairs so I could lie down and be mad.

That stupid nigger. So what if I wanted to play with him, maybe fuck him?
Our Master wasn't going to be mad about that, if he was, Mr. Reiser would
have told me. He'd seen me playing with Tom Henry at the kitchen table
earlier and hadn't minded at all. Stupid Tom Henry. He didn't have any
reason for talking to me like that. I was trying to be friendly and be
nice, be his friend even, and he starts talking about my daddy? That boy
didn't know anything about me. He was just a dumb slaveborn nigger and I
was gonna see him whipped for embarrassing me like that.

"Ma'am...Dani?" Delilah's soft voice woke me up and I hadn't even realized
I'd fallen asleep. "Mercy says you gotta come down and eat."

"She's says I gotta?" I blinked and stretched and made it sound like I
wasn't gonna do any such thing.

"Well..." Lilah looked around nervously. "...Would you, please?"

"I'm not hungry." I frowned at her and almost started getting mad because
she was in our Master's bedroom. My bedroom and she wasn't supposed to
be. Nobody was, except me and Mr. Reiser.

"I cooked up some sweet potatoes an...and some pork cutlets." Lilah told
me. "I thought you'd like that maybe."

"Mercy let you cook?" I asked and the girl nodded.

"She watched me mostly."

"So you know how?" I don't know why I didn't think she could, I suppose
because I just thought she was a bedroom negra.

"Course I do." She smiled at me. "Please?"

"Yeah, okay." I sighed. "That Tom Henry down there?"

"Yeah...Yes." Lilah sucked her lips. "We're waiting on you."

"I'll be down in a minute, after I get dressed." I decided and Lilah smiled
at that and left me finally.

Mercy was getting pretty smart, I thought, sending the girl up here to
fetch me instead of coming herself. If Mercy told me to come eat I'd have
slammed the bedroom door in her face, maybe. Or at least rolled over and
ignored her. She'd take that razor strop to me just cause it was a new
moon, but she wouldn't whip that Tom Henry when he deserved it? I was still
mad about that and if Mercy wasn't about sixty years old I'd have had her
whipped too.

I didn't dress up for dinner of course, since it was just us slaves eating
in the kitchen tonight, but I thought about it. I thought real hard about
putting on one of my thousand dollar dresses and some pearls and diamonds,
and making my face up beautiful. That would have put Mercy in a real spin
if I'd done that. I contented myself with dressing normally, which meant
nice enough anyway, since my Master didn't waste money on buying ugly
clothes. I didn't own but one pair of pants and those were some old jeans
I'd brought with me from home. They didn't fit my hips anymore, now that I
finally had some.

"You didn't have to wait for me." I said, coming into the kitchen about
fifteen minutes after Lilah had woken me up.

"You gonna learn you ain't the only negra in the house no more." Mercy said
and pushed me into a chair.

"What does that mean?" I rolled my eyes and looked at Tom Henry who was
pulling up a chair of his own, looking washed up and wearing a clean, if
somewhat faded shirt. It had buttons and a collar and everything, oh my!

"We got a household now." Mercy said and she and Lilah were putting food on
the table. "You ain't a real slave, so's I spect that don't mean nothing to
you, huh."

"I'm not a real slave?" I stared at her and then looked at Tom
Henry. "That's you talking, ain't it?"

"You leave him be." Mercy told me.

"He's got his opinion." I said. "He didn't have any problem talking this
afternoon."

I was feeling like they'd just invited me down so they could gang up on me
or something and I gave Lilah a dirty look, but she was innocent. She bit
her lip and turned around quickly. It could be I'd come in looking for a
fight too, but I wasn't going to admit it, not even to myself, so I put
that thought out of my head.

"You're the lady of the house." Tom Henry looked at me. "And I don't know
why you don't like me none, right from the first time you saw me..."

"You think I was trying to get you in trouble?" I snorted.

"Ain't you?" He was looking me directly in the eyes. "Grabbin me in front
of the Master like you was. Askin me to rub some lotion on your back like
that."

"He isn't going to care." I laughed at him. "I don't know where you've
been, but..."

"I've been a slave, that's where I've been." Tom Henry told me. "The house
I grew up in, a nigger play around with the master's negra like that's
gonna get hisself in a tree."

"In a tree?" I rolled my eyes." What's that mean? Get himself in a tree?"

"He means a lynchin." Lilah said softly and she was sitting down next to
me.

"A lynchin?" I frowned at her. "What? Like hanging?"

"Yes ma'am." Lilah nodded and Mercy was sitting down on the other side of
me. "That's the truth."

"You're crazy." I looked between Lilah and Tom Henry. "Nobody gets hanged
no more, that's just a bunch of lies."

"It don't happen like it used to mayhaps." Mercy said. "But they's plenty
niggers get lynched nowadays too."

"That's just abolitionist talk." I looked at Mercy. "You oughta know
better. You're gonna get in trouble for that."

"You're the one oughta know better." Tom Henry told me and everytime that
boy opened his mouth I bristled.

"Well there ain't nobody gonna get hung around here, just whipped." I said
pointedly to him.

"Shush now, we gone say grace." Mercy told me and we were quiet for a
minute while she prayed over the food and at least this time she left me
out of it.

"See...The house like I worked at before, there was a lot of slaves. More
than here." Lilah was saying a few minutes later. "So we was like a family
that way, like you'd be my sister and Tom Henry like my brother, you know?"

"What for, if you're just gonna get sold or something?" I shrugged and I
was getting some of those sweet potatoes.

"That's enough for you, right there." Mercy was taking the spoon away and I
just had a little on my plate.

"Mercy!" I frowned.

"You gone get fat the way you eat." Mercy shook her head and Mr. Reiser had
told her to make sure I stayed on my diet and it didn't include a whole lot
of sweet potatoes, that was for sure.

"If you get sold, you're just going to another family that way, see?" Lilah
was answering my question.

"So all the slaves are part of one big family, huh?" I giggled at that.

"You don't know." Tom Henry said around a mouthful of pork cutlet. "You
grew up with a ma and pa right there to feed you and wash your little black
butt before you went to bed."

"Leave my little black butt out of it." I grinned at him, but I was more
than a little annoyed and he knew it.

"I didn't never know who my daddy was." Lilah shrugged.

"Don't matter." I told her. "Your daddy was white anyway."

"My daddy wasn't white and he got sold when I was bout three years old, my
momma when I was four." Tom Henry told us. "I didn't have nobody cept the
other slaves to raise me."

"And that's why you figure I ain't a real slave, huh?" I shook my head at
him. "Cause I know who my daddy is? Cause I can go visit my parents every
week if I want to?"

"You visit your parents?" Delilah blinked at me and I smiled at her.

"Every Sunday." I nodded.

"Yeah, like that." Tom Henry agreed with me. "You been a slave for what? A
year? Some rich white man comes along and wants a new bedroom negra, so you
gonna be his girl for a couple years, maybe five and then he's just gonna
let you go."

"They don't never let us go." Delilah said softly.

"That ain't my fault." I said, feeling kind of defensive about it.

"Ain't sayin it's your fault, just sayin what it is." Tom Henry shrugged.

"Sounds like you're complaining about it." I told him. "Like one of those
malcontents or something. You hear that Mercy? Tell this boy how he don't
get to want, ain't that what you're always saying to me?"

"The boy's tryin to explain bout how black is family." Mercy said to
me. "Ain't none of us white and we ain't never gone be white, this heah is
what we got."

"Our Master is our family, yours and mine, Mercy." I stared at her. "You
know it too."

"He's my suh, that's a fact." Mercy nodded. "And right now he's holdin on
to you tight, but that done do these two a lot of nothing, do it?"

"You people are like from another planet." I laughed and sat back a bit in
my chair. "What do you want from me anyways? I don't even know what you're
saying."

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"Hmmm...What did she say then?" My Master asked me and I was undressing him
slowly, kneeling naked on the floor while he held my shoulders.

"I don't know." I told him, pulling his trousers down. "Lift your leg...I
left after that."

"Heh." He took a breath and nodded and Mr. Reiser was a little drunk.

"I want that boy whipped." I said, pulling those pants of his left
foot. "He was insulting me...Other foot now."

"Insulting, eh?" Mr. Reiser nodded.

"He was insulting you too, Master." I told him.

"Sounds to me like he just didn't want to fuck you." Mr. Reiser laughed and
I looked up sharply.

"He's just a houseboy isn't he?" I asked, somewhat rhetorically. "He's
supposed to do what I say and if I want him to fuck me, then..."

"He better fuck you, right." Mr. Reiser grinned and I had his pants off.

Mr. Reiser's right hand moved to my head, stroking my hair as I pulled his
boxers down, exposing his flaccid white penis.

"He was disrespectful and he needs to be whipped. You're gonna have him
whipped, right?" I leaned forward kissing my owner's cock and I could smell
it.

"Uh...Dani...You might wanna let me take a shower..." Mr. Reiser
chuckled. "I've been fucking..."

"Someone's ass..." I giggled. "...Smells like nigger ass too."

I opened my mouth, getting down a little as that penis was hanging there,
and coming up to take him between my lips. I could taste the acrid, almost
bitter flavor of someone's asshole on him, but I didn't care. 

"He had a pretty ass..." Mr. Reiser sighed, pulling me harder to him as I
felt his soft penis stirring in my warm wet mouth. "...Oh baby...Yeah, I
need that...Suck it."

"Mmmm..." I sighed and worked my tongue all over my Master's cock, feeling
it grow strong and thick until my mouth was full of him. I sucked greedily
then, making loud noises as I bobbed my head, fucking him with my mouth and
swallowing the juices quickly.

"You're gonna whip him right?" I breathed, pulling my lips away and
stroking my Master's cock in my fist.

"Dani..." He looked down at me.

"Just whip him, so he won't ever treat me like that again." I said, pulling
his cock to my face and sliding it across my dark pretty features. "Please,
Master. He embarrassed me...Don't you love me?"

"You know I love you, but a whipping isn't a little thing."

"You know I love you." I sighed, taking him once more in my mouth and this
time I took all of him, opening my throat and letting his cockhead find it,
sliding the full length of the man inside me until my nose was buried in
his pubic hair.

"Ohhhh Christ..." Mr. Reiser groaned and he had both hands on my head now,
fucking my throat as he held me still.

"Ummphhh..." I pulled away after a minute or two of throating him good. I
was breathing heavily and dripping saliva and precum out of my slack mouth
so it spilled onto my heaving breasts. I moved my body up, taking his cock
between my tits, pushing them together with my palms and trapping his big
wet cock between them with my fingers. I moved my whole body, fucking him
that way while I kissed his stomach and looked up with my big brown eyes.

"Please? Master...Whip him for me. He hurt me the way he was talking..." I
pouted. "...He was laughing at me."

Mr. Reiser was thrusting with his hips, bending his knees so he could help
me work his swollen penis between my firm round breasts and I dropped my
chin, loosing a large dollop of spit that landed on the head of his cock
and was quickly spread into the soft warm valley it traveled. He was
feeling good, nodding and holding my shoulders again, squeezing me as he
worked his cock back and forth.

"If you love me, you'll do it." I whispered. "You'll whip that boy good,
Master."

"I should whip you." He chuckled and then opened his eyes. "You want Tom
Henry whipped?"

"That's what I've been saying!" I kissed his stomach. "Don't tease me! Am I
the mistress of the house, or ain't I?"

"You remember this." He told me. "You remember how bad you want it."

"I won't forget." I kissed him again. "Please? Teach that boy his place,
Master."

"I'll have him whipped." Mr. Reiser finally said and then he was pushing me
down. "Just like you want, Dani."

"Thank you...I knew you would..." I breathed, getting my legs around my
Master's waist as he took me right there on the carpet.

I pulled him to me hard, his lips finding mine just as his slippery
cockhead found my already lubricated anus and he pushed into me easily,
sliding six inches deep with the first thrust and the remainder of his cock
filling me a heartbeat later. I sucked his tongue like it was a penis, my
lips around it and sucking the tip while I dug into his back with my heels,
urging him to fuck me deep and hard. It was almost three in the morning and
I'd been waiting all night for this, needing it and worrying and wondering
if I'd be able to get what I wanted.

Now I had it. That Tom Henry was going to get a real whipping and the next
time I told that boy to do something, he'd jump out of his skin to do it
quick. Telling me I wasn't a real slave, or how we were all one big black
family, that was all nonsense. I was Mr. Reiser's negra and he was making
love to me, sliding his big white cock into my body nice and I was taking
it for him. I was hot inside and tight and kissing the man hard because I
belonged to him. That boy didn't know a damn thing about me. I was all
slave, all the way down to the marrow in my bones and I didn't ever want to
be anything else.

"Fuck me...Fuck me, Master...Give me that big white cock...Oh God!" I was
cumming, just from being fucked like that, my hard black penis being rubbed
between us and Mr. Reiser was making me cum while he loved me.

"Little whore...Danielle...Negra slut...You fuck good..." He was grinning
at me, looking down into my face and feeling my girl cock spasm against his
stomach.

"Yeah...Yes..." I giggled. "...I fuck good...I want to fuck you good..."

We moved so he could get my legs over his shoulders and really drill my boy
cunt deep. This was our favorite position and I was smiling, feeling
nothing but pleasure as my Master bent me, doubled over with my knees near
my shoulders, my ass and lower back rolled high off the carpet and giving
the man's prick a straight shot into the deepest parts of my bowels. He
rocked me for five minutes like that, taking me as hard as he wanted too
and it burned slightly, making me wince at the small discomfort that even a
year of being fucked like that couldn't remove, but I loved that as much as
any of it. It reminded me that I was his girl, his negra sissy cunt to fuck
any way he wanted and I was begging the man for his cum.

"Cum inside me...Master...Fill my ass...Fill my cunt...Please...Please..."

"Ughhhh..." He made a face, thrusting hard and then hard again, his penis
stabbing into the soft sensitive flesh at the bottom of my rectum and I
gasped with the awful ecstasy of it. 

I was bursting inside with the fire of our union and I pulled his mouth to
mine once more, my body crushed and tangled beneath his weight. My Master
was cumming, shooting his orgasm into my ass and I worked to squeeze myself
around him, contracting my anus and rectum as if I could milk his cock for
every precious drop. I wanted it all and forever and I refused to let him
go for a long while, until his softening cock finally slipped free of its
own accord.

I took Mr. Reiser to bed after that, washing us both clean and cuddling
against him in the dark. He fell asleep quickly, but I had a harder time,
feeling excited in the knowledge that my Master was going to whip Tom Henry
for me. It would teach all of them, I thought, Delilah and especially
Mercy, that I wasn't just some house slave they could ignore or treat like
any other negra who happened to come along. I was Mr. Reiser's bedroom
negra, his mistress and lover and it elevated me above those slaveborn
fools. They'd see how wrong they were about me, and after that nigger was
whipped, Tom Henry would fuck me. I'd make sure of that too. He'd be there
anytime I wanted him after that, whenever I was bored and our Master was
too busy to take care of me like I needed, that boy would love me.

I'd be his mistress too, I thought, the other kind, and that put a smile on
my face as I finally fell asleep.


End of chapter 17