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

Chapter 29


"...up, Dani. Wake up, baby."

I blinked in the darkness and realized Mr. Davis was talking to me,
stroking my shoulder to rouse me. We were parked at a motel and it was
still night and I felt so tired. My mouth was dry and I let him pull me
slowly from the car, putting his arm around my waist as he unlocked the
door to our room, which I was slow to realize was actually a little cabin.

"Mmmm..." I laughed weakly. "The love shack."

"Here, get into bed." Mr. Davis told me. "It's late."

He didn't have to tell me twice and climbed under the cool sheets, closed
my eyes, and didn't wake up until I felt something warm and hard pressing
against my ass. It was late morning and Mr. Davis was spooning with me, his
chest to my back as we lay on our left sides, his knees bent behind mine
and his cock swollen in his boxers. He was still sleeping and I was still
wearing my shorts, but I felt it and then realized I had my own erection,
which was normal. I needed to pee, but not terribly and I felt the soreness
in my thighs as well. The man had spanked me hard with his belt and I could
still feel it, just a little.

I'd liked it too, I had to admit as I lay there. I still liked it. I'd had
a Master again, just for that short time, while he beat me and then
immediately after, when Mr. Davis had fucked me. I'd been a slave again. I
had to examine myself and my feelings carefully, and honestly. I was having
a moment of clarity, I thought, and it frightened me, but I was thinking it
through. I liked what Mr. Davis had done. As much as I liked the way
Mr. Reiser spoiled me, I liked the way my old math teacher had punished
me. It was what I'd deserved and needed and he'd whored me out too. A
Master could do that though, if he wanted, and a negra had to do it. I had
to do it. And inside me, in my heart and maybe even in my soul, I'd liked
it. Not the strange men using me so much, but my Master commanding me,
that's what had gotten me excited.

If Mr. Davis was like that all the time, I realized, I probably wouldn't
want to go back to Mr. Reiser. Well, I would want to go back, I always
would because I loved my old Master, but I wouldn't fight it so much, would
I? I was confused by those thoughts, it was where my understanding got
fuzzy and lost and I sighed softly, not knowing what I was thinking then. I
loved Mr. Reiser, he'd treated me like a woman, like a wife really, not a
slave at all. Did I resent that generosity?

It felt like there was something missing when I remembered my old
Master. I'd been with him nearly two years and the man hadn't punished me
once, not physically anyway. He'd teased me emotionally, let Mercy take a
strap to me once in awhile, but he hadn't laid a finger on me except
gently, except to love me. Mr. Davis loved me too, I knew that, but in a
much more selfish way. He loved me as a man loves a possession, not another
person, and for all his talk about setting me free and being my husband,
Mr. Davis was always going to be a white man. I was always going to be
black.

He'd try to pretend otherwise though. I could see it clearly and neither of
us would be happy with that charade. It wasn't his stealing me I objected
to, it was his confusion. The way he was lying to himself, and to me. It
was like how he was queer for my girl cock, but he couldn't admit it, not
until the need was raging all through him. The same thing with being my
Master. He wouldn't allow himself to own me except when I pushed him, when
I made him angry enough to remember who we really were and he could forget
his romantic notions for a little bit. I'd never be happy with a man like
that.

"Winslow Sheriff's Department." A woman's voice said through the phone.

I was standing in the office of the Starshine Motel just a few miles
outside the town of Winslow, Arizona. A pimply faced white boy, maybe
eighteen years old, was leaning on his counter, looking me up and down with
undisguised interest. I hadn't changed my clothes, or even brushed my
hair. I'd just snuck out of bed and used the toilet, washed my face and
brushed my teeth, and slipped out of the cabin. I was wearing my tight
white t-shirt, my pink short shorts, some lace panties underneath, soiled
with Mr. Davis' sperm, and a pair of leather sandals. My purse was over my
shoulder, with some makeup, a couple condoms, and my hairbrush in it. I had
a thin wallet in there, with some stuff in it; my driver's license, some
pictures and about thirteen dollars, and that was everything I owned.

"I want to report myself stolen." I said softly and my heart was beating
fast, because I didn't know what was going to happen now.

It took about fifteen minutes for a brown and white sheriff's car to show
up and there was another one about a minute behind, coming from the other
direction. I was busy by then, answering questions for a big white man in a
brown uniform, tall and heavyset with a big belly. He'd come by himself,
but there were two deputies in the other car. Younger men and a little more
fit, standing close while the first officer questioned me. They didn't have
a scanner apparently, so he was asking the sorts of things that a computer
would have told him in about two seconds. He wasn't asking me if I was a
girl or not though, he figured he knew that already and I didn't correct
his assumption.

"...and your legal owner is a man named Reiser? How do you spell that?" The
fat deputy was writing it all down while we sat on the cheap furniture in
the lobby. "Bobby, Kyle, you boys go roust this Mr. uh..." he looked at his
notepad, "...Davis, see what he's got to say about all this."

"...Stole you after school, huh? He's a teacher? Okay...Memphis, Tennessee,
right, I got that..." The deputy was nodding and making me repeat myself.

It didn't take all that long, not like it seemed at the time, before the
big deputy was leading me out to his police cruiser. I was getting into the
backseat when I saw Mr. Davis standing outside the cabin he'd rented,
wearing just a pair of pants now, and talking with the other two
deputies. He looked at me across a dozen yards of gravel in that hot
Arizona sun and he didn't look very happy at all, not mad either, but just
sad. It made me feel bad for him, since he was going to be in a lot of
trouble now, but that was his own fault. He shouldn't have stolen something
that didn't belong to him, not even for love.

The town of Winslow wasn't overly large and the Sheriff's Department was a
newer looking building, made of bricks and dark glass windows in the
front. There was a Confederate flag blowing high up on a flag pole outside
and what I guessed was the state flag right next to it and a little
lower. A few people were coming in and out and they gave me some looks,
white people of course, and I hadn't seen too many black faces at
all. Arizona wasn't a big slave owning state anyway, except maybe down in
Phoenix or something, where there were factories and such where a nigger
could be put to good use. A small town like Winslow probably didn't have
but a couple house niggers, maybe one or two freeborn families, but I
doubted it. I was probably pretty much alone in that place.

There was a black girl inside though, a secretary it looked like, smallish
and quiet, typing at a small desk and she blinked at me, but that was
all. A deputy was behind the front counter, a white woman about thirty
years old maybe and talking on the phone. She'd been the one I'd talked to
on the telephone, I imagined. Behind her, aside from the mousy black girl,
there was an older man coming, tall and thin. He was dressed like the
deputies in brown, but he had a bigger badge and looked like he was in
charge. He had that feeling about him and he was staring at me hard enough,
so I swallowed thickly and dropped my eyes quick.

"That the runaway negra?" He asked, pulling open a swinging gate, like half
a door next to the counter and the deputy was guiding me through it.

"Yes sir." The deputy nodded.

"I didn't run away." I said, blinking at the sheriff. "I was stolen."

"Shut-up." The tall man frowned at me. "Prisoners don't talk unless I ask
`em a question. Did you search her?"

"Uh, not yet, sheriff." The deputy admitted.

"Shit. Put her in the holding cell, strip her down." The sheriff ordered
and I jerked a little at that. "You oughta know better than that, Mike."

"Well, she didn't look like she could be hiding much anyway." The fat
deputy grinned. "Come on, this way. Let's see what you're hiding."

He gave me a little push and I didn't like this. I wasn't a runaway slave
for one thing, I was stolen property. I hadn't expected to be locked up in
a cell, or strip searched neither, but that was what they were intending to
do apparently. I thought they'd just scan my arm, call the police in
Memphis maybe, or even Mr. Reiser, give my old Master the good news that
I'd been found. They'd send me back home and everything would go back to
being like it was. I wasn't getting good feelings though, not from the
looks that sheriff was giving me, nor his fat deputy.

"Up against the wall, right there...Hands flat...Spread your legs..."

The deputy, Mike, was pushing and pulling at me in the small holding
cell. There wasn't anything in it but cinderblock walls painted ugly yellow
and they were cold under my fingers. He was frisking me first and then I
understood that he'd undress me later. I felt my heart thumping because so
far as Mike knew, I was just a very pretty negra with nothing but a hole
between my long brown legs.

"Let's see now..." He sighed almost happily as I felt his chubby fingers in
my hair, digging through it like I might be hiding something there.

He moved down to my shoulders and his hands moved slowly along my ribs and
down my sides. I was holding my breath and frightened, excited too, I had
to admit, because this had long been a scene inside my head. One of those
confused dreams that was both a pleasure to imagine and terribly
intimidating, being held at a police station and subject to all the bad
things I'd ever imagined could happen there. It was one of the guilty
fantasies we all have and never admit to. Like a woman wanting to be raped,
and she never wants it to happen, not really, she just likes to think about
it from time to time.

This was happening though. This was the reality of it and I closed my eyes
tight as I felt the deputy's big hands move around to my taut belly,
feeling my body through that thin cotton shirt I was wearing. He lifted his
hands slowly, as if he was teasing the both of us, and I gasped as I felt
him on my breasts. The deputy took both of them in his hands, standing
close behind me now with his big belly rubbing against my pushed out
ass. He was breathing heavily, squeezing my tits and playing with them. He
wasn't looking for anything, he was just getting a real good feel and I
felt my nipples harden beneath his palms, and my girl cock was throbbing in
my shorts.

There was nothing about the man I found attractive, nothing but his uniform
and his authority. That was what I found myself responding to and the fact
that Mike was big and fat and not attractive to me at all, that was making
it better in some strange way. I wouldn't give a man like that the time of
day, not unless my owner forced me to. I wouldn't even notice him
otherwise. He had my attention now though. That man was doing whatever he
wanted with me and I had to let him. I shivered with that fear and
excitement, the conflicting emotions that filled my tummy with butterflies
and I kept my eyes closed, my mouth too, keeping the soft moans inside me
while Mike squeezed my tits harder.

"Goddamn, you're a fine negra." He breathed. "I'm gonna have a piece of you
later, yes I am."

After two or three minutes of playing with my breasts he moved his hands
down again, pulling me back against him as he kept one hand on my stomach
and the other sliding to my shorts. The deputy pressed his hand over the
snap and down the zipper and I was hard by then, very hard, and my girl
cock was pressed down in my panties almost painfully, the head of my penis
nestled between my thighs. He went a few more inches and he felt it,
although he wasn't exactly sure right off what it was. There was a lump in
my shorts though, something hard and rounded and firm beneath the pink
denim.

"Ohhh...What have we got down here?" He chuckled. "Hiding your owner's
stash?"

"N-No." I answered, taking a breath and shaking my head slightly.

"Some drugs, I bet, huh?" He brought his left hand down then, unsnapping my
shorts and unzipping them slowly. "You're going to be in real trouble now."

"I...I don't have any..." I started saying, stiffening as I knew the truth
was upon us.

"Uhhh..." I felt his fingers sliding inside the waistband of my panties and
then his fingertips brushed my swollen girl cock, lightly at first and he
recoiled with some confusion before shoving his hand all the way inside my
panties and suddenly finding a fistful of small hard penis.

"What the fuck?" The deputy pulled his hand out of my panties like he'd
been burned, letting me go completely and stepping back.

I didn't move at all. I was shaking with fear and my body felt warm all
over, flushed with the heat of the deputy's discovery. My shorts were down
around my thighs, halfway to my knees and stuck there as my legs were
spread wide. My lacy white panties were pulled tight and slightly askew,
the left side of the back pulled into the deep crack of my ass, exposing my
firm round butt cheek completely. In the front my penis had come free, the
head and a few inches beside were sticking out through the leg band,
pointing to the right.

"You're a boy!" The deputy said and I didn't have to look to know he was
wearing a shocked expression on his big round face. Mike's voice said it
all.

"Um...Sort of..." I said softly and it was hard just getting those little
words out of my burning lungs.

"Get out of those clothes." The deputy said. "All of `em, right now. Take
`em off!"

He sounded like he was ready to draw his gun. Seriously, that deputy
sounded scared and I did as he told me, moving slowly and not turning
around at all. I undressed facing the wall, taking off my shorts and
panties first, tossing them lightly to the floor near me, and then pulling
my t-shirt over my head, wriggling slightly as it was a tight fit. I didn't
bother folding it or anything, I just tossed it on the little pile and
stood there naked, breathless and scared, and feeling the sexual energy
inside me like I was on some sort of drug. This was my fantasy come to life
and I was helpless beneath it.

"Now...You turn yourself around, real slow...Just...Turn around..." The
deputy breathed and he'd backed up halfway across the small room.

I did as he told me, turning slowly and letting him see my beautiful black
body, perfectly formed as a seventeen year old girl everywhere, except
between my thighs. My balls were loose in my shaved scrotum, hanging down
the way Mr. Reiser and especially Miss Corinne had always liked them. My
girl cock was stiff, standing straight out and up from my body, dark with
excitement and the wrinkled foreskin had pulled back slightly from the
swollen pinkish glans, just enough to expose the wet tip. I was leaking
precum, the clear moisture glistening as it dripped slowly to run down the
bottom of my penis.

"Fuck me." The fat man blinked rapidly and he stared for a long few seconds
before going to the door. "Don't you fuckin' move."

"Sheriff! Lyle...Come here quick!" The deputy was shouting. "Sheriff!"

Every now and then Mike would glance over his shoulder, as if to make sure
I was still there, or at least that I was still a boy.

"The hell's the matter now, Mike?" I heard the sheriff's voice getting
closer.

"Lyle, you gotta see this...Shit!" The deputy said excitedly.

"See what? You find something?" The sheriff asked and then he was coming
into the holding cell, taking two and then three steps before he stopped in
his tracks and stared at me.

"I found something alright." The deputy laughed, but it wasn't a happy
sound. "Goddamn, you ever seen that before, sheriff?"

"Shit." The sheriff narrowed his eyes and then grinned. "Got ourselves a
little nigger, huh?"

"A little faggot nigger." The deputy nodded. "Jesus."

"Relax, Mike." The sheriff laughed and clapped his deputy on the
shoulder. "He ain't gonna bite you. A boy like that's only meant for one
thing..."

"What?" The deputy frowned.

"...fucking." The sheriff snorted. "You're a bedroom negra, huh? Your owner
likes girly boys?"

"Y-Yes sir." I swallowed hard and my voice was just a whisper as I kept my
eyes down.

"Cuff her, Mike." The sheriff was nodding.

"Sheriff?" The deputy glanced at the other man like he hadn't heard him
right.

"I said cuff the bitch, go on." The sheriff said again and my heart
lurched. "A bedroom negra like this don't come cheap, you can bet your back
teeth on that."

"Yes sir." Mike agreed, but he wasn't clear on what his boss was talking
about.

The deputy moved slowly, but deliberately, taking me roughly by the arm and
turning me around again. I groaned, but I wasn't going to resist, even as
his pudgy fingers dug painfully into my soft bicep. He pulled my hands
back, putting stainless steel handcuffs around my wrists with a loud
ratcheting sound that filled my belly with such an intense confusion that I
thought for a second I was going to be sick. My legs were weak and rubbery
and it was all I could do to stand there and take short, quick breaths into
my heaving breast.

"Yeah, good...That's it..." The sheriff agreed softly. "Hold this for me."

I glanced over my shoulder to see that the sheriff had removed his big
black utility belt, laden with his gun and flashlight and handcuffs. He was
giving it to the deputy and unzipping his uniform trousers and I rocked on
my feet as I realized the man was going to fuck me. I closed my eyes just
as the sheriff's strong hands pushed on my shoulders, bending me over so my
forehead almost slammed into the wall, but I had sense enough to jerk my
body back, as best I could, and that instinct saved me from a real
headache.

"Sheriff?" The deputy sounded surprised, maybe even shocked as the other
man brought his hard cock to my exposed anus.

"This is what a...Ugh!" The sheriff grabbed the short length of chain
between my locked wrists, just a few inches worth, and used it to pull me
back hard as he pushed forward with his hips.

"Ohhh!" I gasped loudly when I felt his swollen cockhead forcing my
sphincter rudely open with just a small flash of pain.

"...bedroom negra is good for!" The sheriff finished his thought, pausing
as he had the head of his penis and another inch or two besides lodged into
the tight warm confines of my eager rectum.

I felt some discomfort in my shoulders and arms, a bit of pain as the
sheriff was using the handcuffs to hold me and pull me back against him. He
wanted me to do the fucking and I was losing my fear, finding the situation
almost intoxicating now. I was chained and naked in a jail cell, being
raped by the sheriff and helpless to do anything about it. It was like a
key that fit a particular lock inside my feverish mind and I pushed myself
back willingly, rolling my ass and rocking my hips, fucking myself upon the
man while he stood there. The sheriff wasn't moving at all, but just
holding the short chain like it was the reins of horse.

"Yeah, this negra knows how to fuck." The sheriff breathed with
satisfaction and I was soon impaled completely on his cock.

"Jesus, Lyle...But that's a boy..." The deputy protested.

"This ain't no boy, Mike." The sheriff decided. "This here is a hot piece
of negra ass pussy. Shoot, feels so good I can't tell the difference!"

The sheriff was chuckling and jerking on my handcuff's, urging me to fuck
him properly and I had little need of that encouragement. I was desperate
for it now, letting everything else go but the stark realization of my
deepest, darkest fantasy. I was pulling off that cock slowly, feeling the
thick white shaft sliding out of my ass until just the head remained inside
me, and then I'd push myself back. I was getting off on the way my asshole
was stretched around him, the man's cock filling me completely and the
sheriff was a good sized fit. He was bigger than Mr. Davis had been, that
was for sure, and I was riding that prick like the bedroom negra I was.

I shoved my ass back harder as my muscles relaxed and my horny fuck hole
grew wet and slippery with the man's precum. He was lubing me up nicely and
that just made it better. I would push against him until I felt the
sheriff's soft cotton uniform against my soft skin, and then I'd grind for
a moment, working my ass around so I could feel that cock all over inside
me. The big smooth head of his prick would find the smallish pillow of my
prostate and caress me there, making me moan softly and shiver with
pleasure.

My body was hot all over and I grew damp with sweat, my heavy tits hanging
down as I was bent over, their weight tugging at my skin which was a
sensation I'd always enjoyed. They were swaying beneath me while I moved,
like my cum filled balls, hanging low beneath our union. They moved to and
fro, and my girl cock was bouncing around, jerking every now and again as
my orgasm approached. I was going to cum soon, like I did sometimes when it
was really good, without touching my penis at all, but just from being
fucked nicely. It was when I felt most like a girl, when those butterflies
burned in my belly and my nipples ached with the cold fire of my ecstasy. I
was going to orgasm like a real girl, from having my boy pussy fucked by a
real man.

"That's enough, suck it for awhile." The sheriff said, as if he could sense
my pleasure and wanted to deny me the climax that I needed.

He stepped back, pulling his long hard cock free of my asshole and I turned
around quickly, spinning and dropping to my knees. I couldn't deny him
anything, even if I wanted to, and that was the best part, being forced and
helpless. I was hungry for it though and the sheriff knew it. The deputy
knew it now too as I moved my head, catching the sheriff's ruddy cock in my
open mouth and letting out a muffled moan of lusty delight. I took that
swollen penis into my mouth and it was wet and acrid, almost bitter with
the flavor of my ass, but I loved that taste. I opened my throat for him
and pushed my face against the sheriff's uniform.

"Ohhh fuck!" The man chuckled and he had his hands on my head now, leaning
forward with his pelvis as if he could feed me more of his turgid cock.

I held him in my throat for a long moment, until my lungs rebelled with the
need for air, and then I back off, keeping the head in my mouth while I
breathed deeply through my nose. I tickled the underside of the sheriff's
cock and then washed it all over, working my tongue around the head and
then the shaft as I bobbed my head slowly. I sucked half of him like that
for almost a minute probably, feeling my lips stretched thin and tight
around the soft skin of the man's penis, and then I took him once more into
my throat.

"Shit, this negra knows how to suck a dick!" The sheriff told his deputy
and I was trying to swallow the man, my tight throat muscles rippling
around his long penis.

My own girlish cock was aching painfully by then and I was shaking with the
frustrated need for release. I moved my body, my hips and ass just to feel
my penis move, but I wanted a touch, just a little pressure down there to
set me off. These men weren't going to do that though and so I was forced
to satisfy myself with working the cock in my mouth, sucking it with every
ounce of passion I had so that the man would cum for me. I wanted to feel
his cock erupting in my mouth and shooting thick man cream into my tummy. I
was starving for it and I worked my soft lips up and down, keeping them
tight while my tongue moved around the smooth cockhead as it slid back and
forth in my mouth.

"Here it comes, bitch...Eat my cock now, you little whore...Ummm Yes!" The
sheriff groaned, holding my head tightly with his hands and I felt the
first heavy spurt of his climax fill my mouth.

I swallowed quickly, savoring the salty flavor and thin, gluey texture of
his viscous load. His balls were pumping hard and fast, the sheriff
growling with his satisfied approval. I was eating him, feeling his sperm
sliding down my throat to settle at the bottom of my empty stomach. My own
penis was ready to loose its own creamy ejaculate and I shuddered as it
finally happened, that distinctly female sensation of cumming without any
real stimulation to my sex at all. It was just the pleasure of being filled
with a man's sperm. Of knowing that I'd made him cum with desire for me. It
was the most satisfying thing in the world for me and I made muffled
moaning sounds of agreement as the sheriff told me how good it was for him.

"Good girl, good little negra." The sheriff grinned at me, pulling his
semi-hard penis free of my still sucking lips with a loud wet plopping
sound.

"Jesus, Lyle." The deputy chuckled nervously. "I think she came too...I
mean he did...Fuck."

"Have her lick it up." The sheriff laughed, tucking his cock back into his
trousers and zipping up. "After you get yourself some."

"W-What? Sheriff, I don't think I want..." The deputy blinked rapidly.

"What?" The sheriff asked, taking back his belt while I knelt there,
licking my lips and swallowing the remains of his semen.

"I mean that's a nigger, I can't..." Mike protested weakly.

"She's a cocksucking bedroom negra and that's all she is, Mike." The
sheriff looked sharply at his younger deputy. "Getting your dick sucked
don't make you queer."

"Yeah, but..." The deputy wasn't too sure about that maybe.

"Go on, when's the last time you got a blowjob anyway?" The sheriff
laughed. "Wash her up after your done and bring her to my office. I'm gonna
go talk to that fella she ran away with."

"Okay, uh, sheriff." Mike cleared his throat and I didn't know what he was
going to do with me. He was one of those men who are real homophobic and
plainly uncomfortable even being in the same room with me.

The sheriff left us, closing the heavy steel door behind him with a loud
clunk and click and I glanced up at the deputy, feeling my fear coming back
now that I'd had my orgasm.

"I don't want your fag lips on my dick." The deputy decided. "Get your
tongue down there, lick up that mess you made on the floor."

I nodded silently and crawled back a bit on my knees, lowering my face to
the small pools of sperm I'd created when I'd cum. I extended my tongue and
lapped at the cold cement floor slowly, gathering my still warm ejaculate
and swallowing it while the deputy watched with a somewhat disgusted and
disbelieving look on his face. I wasn't sure what was going to happen to me
after I'd cleaned up my mess, but I hoped they'd call Mr. Reiser and maybe
even let me talk to my Master.

I'd had my fantasy now and I was ready to go back home.


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