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

Chapter 19


"What's the matter, Dani?" My Master was relaxing by the pool, which would
have made me happy any other time as the man just worked himself too hard,
but on this day I barely noticed.

"Master, I'm sorry." I was crying already and I ran to him, kneeling on the
stones and pressing my cheek against his thighs as he sat in his chair.

"What happened?" He touched my hair, stroking me and trying to calm me
enough so I could talk.

"I went to that party, the one I told you about and..." I swallowed
hard. "...There were white people there and..."

"White people?" He narrowed his eyes a little.

"...They were from the North, from Boston and they were abolitionists
and..."

"Northern Abolitionists?" I stared at me and I was nodding, speaking
quickly. 

"...They wanted to run away, I mean us, they wanted me and Sarah and Venus,
all of us to run away. They said they could get us over the border and
Purdy..."

"They wanted you to run away? What did you say?"

"...He was...What? I said no, Master. I told them they were liars and I
wasn't gonna do any such thing!" I exclaimed. "I told Sarah we had to go
and Venus too, but they wanted to stay and I couldn't make them leave."

"But you left right away." He nodded and I nodded with him.

"Yes sir, I left and, um..."

"What? Why are you in trouble, Danielle?" He asked, sensing there was more.

"...They made me mad, they were saying stuff and they had pamphlets, little
books and such. The one man, he said we were sex slaves, but that was
before..." I took a breath. "...Master, I called the police and I told them
about those people and what they were doing."

"You called the police?" He didn't look happy or sad, but just
concerned. "Did they come? Did they talk to you?"

"They told me, the woman on the phone, she said I was sposed to stay there
and tell her my name, but I didn't." I licked my lips. "I was so scared,
Master. I thought I was gonna be in trouble too cause I was in there. I had
sex with the one man, he fucked me and then I found out and..."

"Okay, so you called the police, but didn't tell them who you are and then
you left."

"Yes sir." I nodded.

"They're going to find out it was you." My Master rubbed his jaw. "You
should have stayed."

"But I was worried you'd get in trouble for letting me go there." I started
crying again. "I'm sorry Master. I didn't know what to do!"

"Shhh...Okay. Alright...It's going to be fine you did the right thing,
Dani." My Master said, but he didn't sound so sure and I was scared all
over again.

"What are we gonna do?" I asked him, wiping my eyes with my fingers and
sniffling my nose.

"Let's go in the house first off, come on..." He was getting up and I stood
up shakily. "...I'll call my lawyer, see what he says about all this. The
police definitely came, huh?"

"Yes sir." I agreed. "I saw the police cars coming when I was leaving."

"Okay." He put an arm around me, walking me to the house. "Mercy? Sit down
here..." He put me in a kitchen chair as Mercy entered from the laundry
room. "...Get this girl settled down, give her some warm milk
or...Something. Some brandy maybe."

"Yes suh." Mercy blinked at me.

"I'll be in my study." My Master stroked my head and then he left.

"What happened to you now?" Mercy asked and she was touching my forehead
and cheeks like I might have a fever and I repeated the story while she
fixed me some warm milk, just as our Master had suggested.

"Abolitionists? Round heah?" Mercy shook her head. "Lawdy, lawdy...Gone be
some trouble for everbody now."

"You think Master's gonna be in trouble?" I wiped my eyes some more. "He
let me go, but I didn't know those people were gonna be there!"

"I done know, child." Mercy hugged me. "You drink some milk now, we gone
find out soon enough."

While I was in the kitchen with Mercy, Mr. Reiser was talking to his lawyer
on the telephone. From what I could gather his advice had been to call the
police and turn me in as the anonymous caller, because once the police
started questioning my friends they were going to find out it was me
anyway. This way would look better, like we were cooperating, which of
course we were. Everybody cooperated with the police, or else you got
arrested and that was exactly what nobody wanted.

I was sitting with my Master in the front parlor, which was like the living
room, except we never used it for anything really. It was just nice to walk
through, but we were using it that day as it was the most formal room in
the house and rather imposing to me, like a museum. I jumped when I heard
the doorbell and Delilah answered it. I expected it to be the police, but
it was Mr. Franks, my Master's lawyer. He was a good one too, according to
Mr. Reiser, the best one, and it was going to be his job to keep me and my
Master out of trouble. Explaining why he'd let me go to a slave party
wasn't going to be especially easy. Slaves weren't supposed to have parties
and most likely none of the other owners had known anything about it. I'd
made my Master look pretty foolish and I was really wishing I hadn't called
the police at all.

"No, don't say that." Mr. Franks told me and he was a large, portly man
sweating in his expensive grey suit. "You did the right thing, believe
me. If you hadn't done it and they got caught, just one of them and got
your name..."

"I'd be in real trouble." I swallowed hard.

"Real serious trouble and it wouldn't matter if they got your name today,
or a year from now, they'd come looking for you." Mr. Franks nodded his big
round head. "So this isn't going to be bad, believe me. They're a lot more
happy with you than they are angry about you running off, but they aren't
going to let that on. They're going to scare you a little, just in case you
might be trying to hide something."

"But I ain't hiding anything!" I said, thinking maybe he didn't believe me
and I looked at my Master. "I swear! I told you everything, sir!"

"I know you did, Dani." Mr. Reiser smiled at me. "I know."

The police did show up, about fifteen minutes after Mr. Franks arrived and
there were two of them, a man and a woman wearing casual two piece suits, a
skirt and blazer for the woman, not uniforms at all. That didn't make me
feel any better though. They didn't look anything but serious. Mercy had
opened the door for them, apparently, and she showed them into the front
parlor.

"I'm Detective Barnes, Detective Hearst." The man said, nodding towards the
woman next to him.

"Is this the girl? Let me see your arm." The woman said and they didn't
waste any time. She scanned my slave tattoo first thing, just making sure
of who I was as the small hand-held computer thing pulled the information
up that had been filed when Mr. Reiser had bought me.

"You're the girl who called 911 at two forty-two this afternoon?" The man
asked me and I nodded.

"You need to speak up, there's a little microphone right here. It's
recording everything we say." He pointed at what looked like a large black
button on his jacket lapel.

"Yes sir." I said.

"You're male?" The woman asked me. "Daniel Richardson, freeborn, 17 years
old and in the proper custody of Mr. H.L. Reiser?"

"Yes ma'am." I nodded. 

"Okay." The woman said slowly, giving her partner a glance and he just
shrugged. "And you're Mr. Reiser..."

"I am, yes. Danielle belongs to me." My Master said and he was making it
clear that so far as he was concerned I was a girl. "She's one of my house
negras."

"I see." The policewoman said. "And you are..."

"John Franks, I'm Mr. Reiser's attorney in this matter."

"Why do you need an attorney, Mr. Reiser?" The male detective asked with
some feigned pleasantness.

Mr. Franks held up his hand at that, before my Master could answer.

"Everyone needs an attorney, detective." Mr. Franks smiled. "Don't take it
personally. Mr. Reiser is just exercising his rights."

"Of course." The policeman nodded, but he didn't look exactly happy.

"Alright then, mind if we sit down? Thanks." The detectives pulled some old
chairs close and stared at me as I sat on the sofa with my Master. 

"Now, just start at the very beginning and tell us everything that
happened, Daniel." The man said, using my boy name to show how unimpressed
he was with my Master's desire to have me as a girl.

"Um...Today?" I asked slowly. "Or, when I first heard about the party?"

"When you first heard about it, start there. Who told you and where and
when, like that, okay?" The detective told me.

"Yes sir." I licked my lips. "Um, I was at school and..."

I told them everything, leaving nothing out at all and answering all of
their questions the best I could when they wanted more details about
something. It was kind of a long slow process and after it was done, they
had me do it all over again.

"So, Mr. Reiser..." The male detective sat back, looking a little
confused. "...Why did you give your slave permission to go to this party?"

"Because she asked me." Mr. Reiser said. "I trust her."

"Trust?" The woman almost smiled.

"She called you didn't she?" Mr. Reiser asked, demonstrating his valid
point.

"And then he ran." The man said. "After he was told not to. He fled the
scene of a crime."

"No, he fled a location to avoid being a part of a criminal activity."
Mr. Franks corrected the man. "He reported the activity at his earliest
opportunity to proper authority, and being under great emotional duress,
the boy returned to his Master for guidance."

"Emotional duress?" The woman tilted her head.

"Great...Emotional duress." Mr. Franks nodded. "He was forced to engage in
homosexual acts with a man and then subjected to pressure from that same
man, as well as the boy's own friends and peers, to participate in
activities contrary to the law and his good conscience."

"Forced to engage in homosexual acts, counselor? Please..." The woman shook
her head, clearly believing I'd been more than willing to have sex with
Brent and I hadn't denied that at all.

"The suspect you have in custody is a foreign national, correct?"
Mr. Franks asked and the two detectives looked at each other and then she
nodded. 

"Yes, he's a foreigner." She said.

"Then he's guilty of statutory rape under state law. As the man in question
has no legal recourse as a slave owner, he is neither afforded the
protection of the boy's slave status. In such circumstances, Daniel is a
lawful minor and incapable of giving consent, or being held accountable for
his sexual activities as they involve coercion by a legal adult. He was
clearly raped."

I looked at Mr. Franks and I was suddenly very glad he was my Master's
lawyer.

"That's a good point, Mr. Franks." The male detective nodded slowly and
that was apparently a point of law the two detectives hadn't fully
considered before, but they were thinking hard on it now.

"The whole reason for having that so-called party was knowing these young
slaves would have to be there illegally." Mr. Franks said, as if he was
just working it all out finally. "They wouldn't be able to tell anyone
about it, even if they felt as this boy did and wanted to leave. A slave
wouldn't turn them in because he'd be in trouble himself for being
there. They just didn't expect one of them to get permission from his
Master."

"Yes, uh, we were thinking along those lines too." The woman looked at her
partner and it seemed to me they probably hadn't been wondering why
abolitionists would have a party if they were trying to be as secretive as
they needed to be.

"I'd say, and mind you I spent ten years as special assistant to the
Attorney General, that in addition to their obvious crimes as abolitionist
advocating sedition and treachery against the state, what you have here are
three sexual predators preying upon the very people they so ardently
espouse to liberate from exploitation."

"Uh-huh." The woman was nodding and I was just trying to understand exactly
what all those words meant.

"Of course, I'm sure two fine detectives such yourselves have already
considered the political aspects of the case." Mr. Franks smiled. "Charging
a boy like Daniel with, what is it? Fleeing the scene of a crime? When he
so clearly has in his heart only the very best of intentions to obey the
spirit of the law and his Benefactor's legal direction, well...That's a
little like poking yourself in the eye with a sharp stick, isn't it?"

"I don't think we're charging Daniel with, uh..." The man glanced at his
partner, "...Anything. We just wanted his statement and..."

"Good, good." Mr. Franks nodded and I wondered if he hadn't just threatened
those two police officers somehow.

"We'll have to present our findings to the district attorney, you
understand." The woman said slowly. "We're just gathering the evidence and
his office will make a final decision."

"The district attorney, right, good man." Mr. Franks nodded. "I played
eighteen holes with him just this morning. Six handicap, hell of a golfer."

"Uh, yes sir." The man nodded slowly.

"All real politicians are." Mr. Franks chuckled. "And he's a good
one. He'll know what to do with what you have here and doubtless he'll want
to protect the delicate rights that our good citizens enjoy with respect to
the boys...and girls...in their legal and proper custody."

"I'm sure he will." The female detective agreed and looked at her
partner. "I believe we have everything we need."

"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Reiser." The man nodded to my
Master. "I apologize for any inconvenience, if we have any further
questions..."

"You can contact my office." M. Franks had a business card in his pudgy
fingers. "My home and private numbers are on the back."

"Right." The detectives nodded taking it and turning it over
briefly. "Thank you and, uh, good day, sir."

Mercy was right there to show the detectives out and once they were gone we
all relaxed quite a lot, or I did anyway, my Master too. Only Mr. Franks
seemed the same and he was laughing lightly.

"Those two will probably get medals, if they play it right." He
said. "Probably get you in the newspapers too."

"Me?" I blinked at him.

"It's all politics now and a pretty little negra like you standing up to a
ruthless gang of abolitionist provocateurs from the North? That's gonna
sell all the way to Nashville, hell all the way to Richmond, probably."

"Hmmm..." My Master didn't look too sure about that, or most likely he was
thinking about the fact that his pretty little negra was really a boy.

"Don't you worry none, men like the district attorney understand the unique
relationships a master and slave often share." Mr. Franks smiled at
Mr. Reiser. "Whatever happens, it'll go through me in any case."

"You're a hell of a lawyer, John." Mr. Reiser was shaking the man's
hand. "Thanks."

"Don't thank me until after you see my bill." Mr. Franks laughed. "My
Sunday afternoons don't come cheap."

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

"Well, I don't think you'll be going to any more parties." Mr. Reiser said.

I was laying across him on the sofa in that front parlor with my legs
tucked up and my head on his thighs. He was stroking my hair and back and
we just needed some time to relax. Mr. Franks had done a fair bit of
lawyering and those detectives had left feeling a little bit less cocksure
of themselves than when they'd arrived. I think they really had intended to
arrest me, but Mr. Franks had made it clear that any charges I might have
faced weren't going to hold a lot of water by the time he was done. It was
still frightening though and I was very much afraid to wonder what might be
happening to my friends just then.

"No sir." I agreed softly. "No more parties for me."

"Lilah..." Mr. Reiser called out and not very loudly because that house was
so quiet just then and the kitchen wasn't all that far from anyplace else
in it.

"Sir?" Delilah appeared shortly, dressed in boy's trousers and a polo
shirt, as our Master had decided he liked her looking like a boy all the
time.

"Find Tom Henry and tell him to come here." Mr. Reiser said. "I want to
speak with him."

"Yes sir." The girl nodded quickly and literally ran off to fetch the boy.

"We'll be going out tonight, to the Owner's club." Mr. Reiser told me and
he glanced at his watch. "Getting past five already."

"We're going out tonight?" I sighed, not feeling like going anywhere
especially. 

"That's what you want, right?" My Master asked and I turned my head so I
could look up into his blue eyes.

"Sir?"

"You want that boy whipped. We're going to do it tonight." Mr. Reiser told
me. "They have a post at the club, they've got an old nigger that knows how
to use a bullwhip too."

"A bullwhip?" I blinked at him.

"That's what a whipping is, girl." Mr. Reiser told me.

"Oh." I swallowed hard.

"You still want Tom Henry whipped?" My Master asked me.

I didn't want anybody hurt just then and I even tried to remember how mad
Tom Henry had made me the day before, but I couldn't. I looked back on it
and I felt rather foolish, but I was stuck with my pride too, like a sharp
rock lodged in my throat and I couldn't get any words out around it. I
wanted to say no, that I'd changed my mind, but I was afraid of how that
might look after I'd begged my Master to do it. I'd done everything I
could, getting down on my knees for the man literally, and begging
Mr. Reiser to agree to whipping Tom Henry because I felt insulted.

I didn't say anything and a minute later Tom Henry was walking into the
parlor.

"Yes sir?" He had his eyes down respectfully and he didn't look at me at
all, even though I was still holding and being held by our Master.

"You've been disrespectful and insulting to Danielle, after I told you she
was to be treated as the mistress of the house." Mr. Reiser said, sounding
disappointed in the boy. "That's the same as insulting me, Tom Henry, and I
won't stand for it."

"Yes sir." The boy replied, looking down at the floor.

"You get yourself cleaned up, Danielle and I are going to the Owner's Club
for the evening and you'll be coming with us."

"Yes sir."

"Have you ever been whipped, Tom Henry?" Mr. Reiser asked him.

"Once...Sir." He nodded slowly.

"You're going to be whipped again." Mr. Reiser said. "Go on now, we'll
leave at six."

"Yes sir." Tom Henry looked slumped and smaller after hearing that he was
going to be whipped and I closed my eyes so I wouldn't have to look at him.

"We need to get ready too, get up now." My Master told me and he didn't
sound very pleased and I think he'd expected me to change my mind.

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

"No...Not that." Mr. Reiser was in the doorway after his shower and I was
in my own bedroom, looking through my closet.

"The green one?" I asked, putting back the black evening gown I'd picked
out.

"No, let me look." Mr. Reiser walked over, shuffling through the plastic
bags which held all those beautiful and expensive dresses. I had a real
collection by then, as Mr. Reiser liked to shop for me and every week I had
something new it seemed.

"That?" I giggled and looked at him, but my Master nodded.

"This one. No underwear and make sure you have some heels, high ones." He
told me, dropping the outfit on the bed before he left.

It came in three pieces, well four really. A skintight top made of some
stretchy material, Lycra or something, that fit over my breasts and
shoulders and down my arms to the elbows. It was scarlet and left all of my
stomach and lower back exposed, conforming to my tits perfectly and showing
off my nipples to good effect. It was very much like wearing nothing but
red in essence, as if it were painted on my skin.

The skirt was black and of the same material, intended to ride high around
my hips at the sides and the waist dropping front and back with deep curves
to expose the top of my ass in the rear, and the swell of my pubis in the
front. The hem was somewhere just above mid thigh and it hugged my ass
tight enough that the soft dimples in my buttocks were plain as day, as was
my constant erection while I wore those clothes, my penis pressing to the
front of the skirt with a small, but definable bulge of apparent and
obvious arousal.

The remainder of the outfit consisted of two leggings, which was a more
appropriate word than stockings, for they were also Lycra and colored with
red and black horizontal stripes, not terribly wide, but not thin stripes
either. They dressed me from my toes to a few inches beneath the hem of the
skirt, leaving some smooth dark thigh exposed. I wore black leather heels,
three inch heels like Mr. Reiser had ordered, and I looked very much like a
whore.

I put on lipstick to match the scarlet color and black eye shadow just to
match my skirt, some expensive perfume, and gold hoops through my ear to
match the 22K gold chain around my neck. I was giving my hair one last
brush through when Mr. Reiser entered the bedroom dressed in a light blue
suit, looking handsome and even a little younger than his forty some
years. That color suited him very well and I smiled at him.

"How do I look?" I asked, knowing I was beautiful in a very slutty way and
in truth I didn't mind appearing like that for him, and it was only rarely
that he dressed me like that anyway.

"Good enough to eat." He smiled and held up his hand, showing me something.

"What's that?" I wondered and it was red and rubber apparently, or plastic,
about six inches long and shaped oddly. The tapered tip of the thing was
smooth and round and then it widened appreciably, like a cone until it had
to be some eight or ten inches around easily. It narrowed suddenly at the
bottom and there was a flat circular base to it.

"Bend over." Mr. Reiser told me and I gave him a funny look. "It's a butt
plug; you're going to wear it tonight."

"A butt plug?" I gave him a little gasp. "That's going in my...That's not
going to fit!"

"It'll fit." Mr. Reiser chuckled and I was standing by then, so he merely
pulled at my shoulder, turning me around and I bent over dutifully, bracing
myself against my vanity so he could lift my skirt as far as he needed,
which wasn't very far at all.

"Ummm...Ohhh...Ow!" I winced and tried to relax my anus and rectum as my
Master pressed the tip to my small brown asshole.

"Relax..." Mr. Reiser told me. "...I'm going to push..."

"Wha...What? You're not pushing yeeeeelp!" I jerked as my Master did give a
sudden hard push, gripping my left shoulder with his hand to keep me
somewhat steady beneath the pressure.

I'd put some jelly in my butt, like I always did immediately after my bath,
but it didn't seem to help too much as that butt plug was enormously thick
at it's widest point. My muscles fought against it, trying to keep it out,
even though I was working hard to try and relax. It hurt, as if I were a
virgin all over again and just about the time I was ready to beg my Master
to stop, the thickest portion of that toy seemed to pop inside me and my
anus snapped tightly shut behind it, leaving the soft round base wedged not
too uncomfortably between my butt cheeks. Mr. Reiser gave it a little tug
or two and grunted with satisfaction as the plug was well and truly lodged
inside me then. 

The thing was definitely too big for my little black ass, I thought, and I
felt it distinct and hard as it stretched my rectum in every possible
direction. I stood up slowly, blinking at the sensation of being so full
and there was some pleasure there, but I had what felt like cramps as well,
a dull ache in my bowels that was accentuated with every movement I
made. The shoes weren't helping at all, I realized. They gave me a posture
entirely unsuited to walking around with that huge butt plug buried in my
ass and I moved very gingerly, feeling my body protesting as the tender
muscles back there were pushed and pulled and stretched in ways I wasn't
accustomed to at all.

"How does that feel? Walk around some, let me see." Mr. Reiser told me as I
fixed my skirt.

"It...Hurts, I think." I frowned slightly and took a few steps, biting my
lip. "Ow...Ummm...It's too big."

"You'll get used to it." Mr. Reiser smiled at me. "Think of it as a
chastity belt."

"A chastity belt?" I managed a weak giggle. "It comes out right?"

"When I want it to." My Master nodded. "You make sure it stays where it is
until I say otherwise, understand?"

"Yes sir." I agreed, since I had little choice in any case.

"Let's go, Tom Henry's waiting." Mr. Reiser gestured for me to go
first. "And be careful going down the stairs, Dani."

"Oh God!" I rolled my eyes and laughed nervously. "It isn't funny."

"I'm not laughing." Mr. Reiser sighed and it was a happy, contented sound
as he watched my ass and hips in that small tight skirt and I was wiggling
a lot wearing that plug with those shoes, giving him a real sexy show.

"Good Lawd, look like you gone go to Mardi Gras, child." Mercy laughed as
she watched me come down the stairs slowly.

"I know." I giggled and that butt plug felt like it was getting a little
deeper with every step.

"That must be suh's tom foolery, huh." Mercy shook her head and walked
away. "That man ain't nothin but trouble, since the day he was born..."

"She's impressed." Mr. Reiser chuckled and he was right behind me. "I can
tell."

"She's probably gonna give me a strappin for this tomorrow." I laughed and
then I realized Tom Henry was standing near the door waiting for us and he
was going to get a whipping and I lost my smile quickly.

He was dressed in his best clothes, which weren't so nice really and I was
reminded that I needed to take the boy shopping. I felt genuinely bad for
my weakness, my quick temper and my pride that wouldn't let me change my
mind, even as I looked at the boy standing there. I felt awkward and
uncomfortable and I knew that however Tom Henry had felt about me
previously, he must have been hating me right then. He was going to get
whipped just because his Master's bedroom negra wanted it. That wasn't any
sort of justice, I felt that in my heart, but once more the idea of
changing my mind and admitting I was wrong just filled me with an
unreasonable fear and that made it all the worse.

"Evening Tom Henry." I said, and I shouldn't have been saying anything I
suspect. "You look nice."

"Thank you, ma'am." He said slowly without looking past my shoes. "You're
very...Becoming this evening."

"Thank you." I tried to sound, neither happy nor unhappy, but it came out
like I was rubbing it in, I was sure. I should have just kept my mouth
shut.

"Alright, let's go." Mr. Reiser said a moment later, returning after
stepping into the kitchen for a brief word with Mercy.

We rode quietly in Mr. Reiser's big BMW, Tom Henry sitting in the back, and
me looking out the window mostly. That butt plug was very uncomfortable as
I sat down upon it, even with the incredibly soft leather of the passenger
seat to help. I held myself still however, resisting the urge to wriggle
and make any sort of sigh or whisper of a complaint. That discomfort in my
backside was nothing compared to the discomfort in my heart as we drove
closer and all too quickly towards the Owner's Club and Tom Henry's
whipping.


End of chapter 19