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

Chapter 27


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You will, I promise..."

"You can't promise that."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I went into the bathroom and locked the door.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A few more miles went by in silence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


End of chapter 27
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