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

Chapter 33


The Indian casino was a large one, and oddly shaped, like someone had taken
four or five big buildings and just mashed them together somehow. It looked
strange from the outside, but inside you had no idea what was going on. I
guess casinos are like that though. You had to walk past all the slot
machines and gaming tables before you could find the other stuff, like the
restaurant and bars and yeah, a little dance club too.

There were a lot of people in there, inside the whole place really, but
that club was surprisingly crowded and while there weren't all that many
black people, there were some, mostly girls with white guys who had to be
their owners, but a few with black men as well. They'd be freeborn married
couples, of course, enjoying a late night out on the town. Mostly the place
was full of white people though, twenty something men and women looking to
hook up for a one night stand. I got a lot of looks from the guys, which
made me feel good and I laughed at the expression on Drew's face because
he'd noticed it too.

"You getting jealous?" I giggled, feeling his hand tighten on my hip as we
went for a table.

"Some of these boys look like they're ready to eat coyote." He said,
leaning close so I could hear him above the music, which was fast and loud.

"What's that mean?" I laughed and it didn't matter. "Come on, let's dance!"

"Let's sit down first, we'll order some drinks." Drew said.

"Awww...Okay." I agreed reluctantly, but I really was in a mood for some
dancing.

It took a few minutes before a waitress could get around to us. She was a
pretty black girl in a red velvet bathing suit it looked like, a one piece
costume hugging her lithe body. She had long legs too and black fishnet
stockings. She took our order and I was ready to go, but Drew wanted to
wait. I thought maybe he was just a little shy and didn't know how to dance
or something.

"Excuse me..." A man said and he looked like a cowboy. He had the boots,
straight leg jeans, a turquoise western shirt and a big old hat on his
handsome head, all he was missing was a horse.

"What's that?" Drew blinked at him.

"...Howdy, you mind if I dance with your negra?" The man asked, glancing at
me with a smile before looking back at Drew.

"Yes, I do." Drew answered, making it sound like he thought the cowboy was
a real idiot for asking a question like that.

"Well...Alright then." The man dropped his smile, but he did give me a
little tip of his hat before walking away.

"That wasn't very nice." I shook my head and grinned.

"Shit, back in Winslow a fella would get his ass kicked for asking a man
that." Drew was still looking at the guy, who was sitting back down with a
couple of his cowboy friends. "Asking a man if his girl can dance with
him."

"Is that what I am?" I asked, kind of teasing Drew a little. "Am I your
girl?"

"You are tonight." He looked at me. "Just put that thought in your pretty
little head and keep it there."

"Mmmm..." I pursed my lips. "...You're not one of those guys always looking
for a fight, are you?"

"Me?" Drew laughed and finally relaxed a bit. "Naw, I'm not looking for a
fight."

"Good, cause I just wanna fun, okay?" I reached for his hand. "Come on,
dance with me now. That waitress knows where we live, she won't get lost."

We did dance, for a good half hour at least, and probably a lot longer than
that. I was hot and happy, my skin damp with sweat. My hard nipples were
practically bursting from my thin halter top and my girl cock was throbbing
with the arousal of just moving around on the crowded dance floor, seeing
those people, smelling them, feeling that beat in my veins. I liked it a
lot and it was something else I so rarely got to enjoy. Mr. Reiser took me
dancing sometimes, but not like this, that was for sure.

Drew was into it as well and he wasn't any better or worse than anyone else
dancing, so nobody cared. It was fun just feeling his hands on me, touching
me while we moved, his body pressed against mine briefly and then
separating, and then coming back together again a minute later. It was an
awful lot like having sex and I was almost surprised by my arousal. And of
course, just in the nick of time, a slow song started and I giggled as I
put my arms around the boy's neck.

"Perfect." I grinned and he just smiled, putting his hands on my hips and
pulling me hard enough against him so he could feel my erection.

"Oh, you like dancing, huh?" He took a deep breath.

"I want to cum in your mouth." I breathed, pressing my lips to his ear and
then biting his earlobe gently.

"God, you're a slut." He whispered and I giggled softly.

The lights were low and there were enough couples dancing to make us feel
safe. Some of them looked at us unhappily, some of the white women
especially and that wasn't unusual, they didn't like bedroom negras a whole
lot as a general rule and seeing me with my owner in public like that was a
good excuse to express their silent indignity. They were just jealous
though and they'd hate me under any circumstances probably.

Men tended to feel the same way about bedroom bucks, husbands especially,
and the day time talk shows were always filled with talk about how slaves
were destroying the sacrament of holy matrimony. Of course, the funny thing
was that despite all that, nobody really wanted to do anything about it,
which just goes to show how badly people want to have their cake and eat it
too. And the fact was that very few people could really afford a bedroom
negra, it was a luxury generally restricted to the white upper class and
those people always had prenuptial agreements anyway.

I wasn't thinking much about any of that though, not while Drew was holding
me, and my aching nipples were getting rubbed raw against his chest. They
always drove me crazy anyway and right then I was dying to have them
licked, bitten and sucked. My girl cock too, as it was hard as a rock and
pressed between us so that everytime I'd move my hips it felt good. I was
moving a lot and Drew was helping. His hands slid around to my ass,
gripping me through that skirt which wasn't very thick at all. I had no
panties on either and so he was getting a real good feel of my proud black
ass.

I kissed him, not caring where we were or anything. If he could grab my ass
on that dance floor, in front of all those white folks, he could sure as
hell kiss me too. We were on Indian land anyway and technically speaking,
there were no slaves on the reservation. The Native Americans didn't
recognize slavery, but in reality they had to, otherwise every slave that
wanted to run away from his master would just find a reservation and that
would annoy everyone.

"Mmmphhh..." I worked my tongue deep inside Drew's mouth and played with
his, grinding my girl cock against him and feeling the boy's own hard cock
responding.

He was squeezing my ass, pulling me against him and then relaxing, pulling
and letting me loose, and that was gonna make me cum. I had my fingers in
his hair, moaning softly into Drew's mouth and hoping that song wouldn't
ever end. I could feel my soft little balls getting tight, that warm
feeling spreading through my belly and into my blood. My heart was pumping
fast and I pulled my mouth away, needing cool air as I kissed his cheek and
neck, burying my face against him.

"I'm gonna cum...Oh God...Drew..." I was whispering and torn between
wanting to stay right there, just like that, and wanting him to take me
someplace else, someplace private.

"Oh, don't make a mess, girl." He chuckled and the man wasn't going to let
me go. He was enjoying my suffering I think, surprised by it maybe.

"I gotta cool down." I giggled and I'd made up my mind. I wasn't gonna
cream all over the inside of my skirt, not in public anyway.

"Okay, yeah." Drew sighed, letting me go reluctantly. "Me too."

I followed him close, weaving between couples and hiding the stain on my
skirt. I knew I had one; my penis was leaking precum like crazy! I could
feel it on my thighs and even spilling down to my balls, I thought.

"Whew." I sat down, taking a deep breath and our drinks were waiting or
us. I picked up my Coca-cola and drank half the glass, getting a
half-melted ice cube too and sucking on it.

"Are you okay?" Drew was smiling at me and I giggled.

"Yeah, wow..." I rolled my eyes and I almost felt a little
embarrassed. "...That was fun."

"That's why I'm not letting you dance with any cowboys." Drew had some of
his own drink, a rum and coke, and smacked his lips.

"What? You think I can't control myself?" I laughed.

"I know you can't." He teased me. "Don't it strike you odd how trouble's
always following you around?"

"Following me around?" I gasped at him. "Come on, I'm not that bad. It's
not my fault boys like me."

"How much do you love that other guy?" Drew asked after a moment's
hesitation.

"What do you mean?" I asked, taking another drink.

"That Mr. Reiser." Drew was leaning over the table, even though the music
wasn't so loud as before with another slow song playing.

"He's my Master." I said slowly and that should have explained everything
right there.

"I know." Drew nodded. "But how much do you love him."

I stared at the man for a long moment.

"You mean, do I love him more than you?" I frowned. "I'm not going to talk
like this, not here. Okay?"

Drew looked around and then his eyes were back on me.

"I just want to know, that's all." He told me. "You're not making it easy
for me to take you home, Danielle."

"I don't love you." I said, trying to hold his eyes with mine, but I
flinched and looked down. "Okay? Does that make it easier?"

"Yeah." Drew said softly and my mood was spoiled, his too I think. "Let's
get out of here."

We left the casino, but didn't return to the motel right away. I didn't
know where Drew was going and I didn't ask. I sat close to him in the front
of his truck and he put his arm around me, but there was something between
us now and I wasn't exactly sure what or why. Something was on his mind
though, I knew that much, and I figured I knew what that was. He wasn't
going to want to let me go after this was over. He didn't want to marry me,
or anything foolish like that. The man wasn't gonna try and set me free up
North, but Drew was in love just the same and for the first time in his
life.

Nothing good ever comes from that, not when the person you love belongs to
somebody else.

Drew took us out of town a little ways, not too far, just enough to get
away from the lights. El Paso was in a valley, or a mountain pass maybe, so
it was surrounded by mountains in the distance and the only way I really
knew that was because I couldn't see any stars there. But there were a
million of them straight up, a million and one, and I felt like I'd never
looked up before in my life.

We were in the back of the pickup truck, parked in the desert off some
dusty county road. Drew said the snakes come out at night, so it was better
in the truck and I didn't mind. He had an old blanket folded behind the
seat and it smelled a little oily, but it felt soft enough and kept us warm
as we lay close together on top of it, with the edges pulled up and over
us. I had my head in the crook of Drew's arm and this was special.

"I saw moon rocks once." I said, just to talk and the moon was a silver
dollar hanging in the black air. "My class went on a field trip to the
museum and they had some."

"Oh yeah?" Drew nodded. "Them German's went all the way up there and all
they got was rocks."

"Yeah." I laughed lightly. "That was the same year I was born. Nineteen
ninety. Somebody was walking on the moon."

"I saw it on television." Drew said. "I was only four years old, but I
remember it."

"Did you want to be an ubermensch?" I smiled and that was what they called
those guys flying into outer space. Supermen.

"Oh yeah." Drew chuckled. "We all did, but my mom wouldn't let me move to
Germany."

"I bet." I giggled.

"My dad told me they were going to go up there with a whole bunch of paint
and put a big swastika on the moon." Drew laughed. "I believed him for
about a week."

"Oh God." I laughed at that. "They probably thought about it."

"Yeah." He nodded. "I'm glad they didn't. It's too pretty for that."

"So you couldn't go the moon, sooooo...You became a deputy, huh?"

"Well, that was my dad's idea." Drew said. "He wanted me to be just like
him, I guess."

"Hmph. I'm glad you're not." I almost smiled at that, wondering if Drew
knew his dad had fucked me. I figured he probably didn't and I wasn't going
to tell him; it might make the young man feel a little strange knowing he
was loving a girl his own daddy had raped.

"I suppose I'll have to go back after I get you home." He sighed.

"Go back?" I turned my head to look at him. "Won't you be in trouble? They
might arrest you or something."

"Nah." He grinned and stroked my hair. "I didn't break any laws, except
quit my job and I don't know if that was breaking a law or not."

"But you helped me escape."

"Yeah, but my dad can't say anything about that." Drew chuckled. "He had
your tattoo removed. Legally you don't even exist right now."

"Really?" I hadn't thought about it like that.

"Yep." Drew said. "They can't scan you or anything, so you are whoever you
can prove you are."

"I got my driver's license in my purse." I said. "I can prove who I am."

"Yeah, and then they're going to wonder where your tattoo is. Don't be
showing that license to anyone."

"You'd be in a lot of trouble if we got caught right now, wouldn't you?" I
asked and I was just beginning to realize how big of a risk the man was
taking.

"Yeah, maybe. It would take a lot of explaining and probably nobody would
believe me anyhow."

"I'd tell `em what happened." I said.

"Heh." Drew shook his head. "Look how well that turned out last time."

"Well." I frowned. "That's your dad's fault for being..."

"Corrupt?" Drew frowned too. "Yeah, it is his fault."

"You could stay in Memphis." I said, starting to smile a little. "No, wait,
I'm serious. You bring me home and Mr. Reiser isn't going to forget it. He
knows everybody too; he could get you a job as policeman for sure."

"Yeah? Maybe." Drew smiled. "I don't know if I want to stay in Memphis
though."

"What? Why not?" I asked.

"Because." He looked at me. "That's where you'd be."

"I was thinking that too." I swallowed hard. "I wouldn't mind it if you
were close."

"You want to have that talk now?" Drew looked at me.

I was looking back and I was nervous because I had feelings for the man
that I hadn't gone looking for. Feelings I thought I'd only ever have for
Mr. Reiser. It was confusing and I had kept those thoughts out of my head
as much as I could, locked those feelings away deep in my heart. But they
were always there, always trying to come out and sooner or later I was
going to have to examine them. That's what Drew was really asking me and I
was deathly afraid of it.

"I want to make love with you." I said.

"Okay." Drew breathed and he was turning towards me, onto his left side
while I stayed on my back with my head turned towards him.

We kissed for several minutes, Drew holding me close while I rubbed my
right hand over his penis. My own girlish cock was already stiff beneath my
skirt, just being close to the man did that to me. I worked blindly to free
Drew's prick, finding him hot and heavy as I tugged his member into the
cool desert night. His tongue was inside my mouth all the while and I
tickled it with mine, playing sexy games with him.

Drew's hand was on my breasts, playing with my nipples through the soft
fabric of my halter. He pinched me gently and then harder as I moaned my
soft agreement. I liked it a little rough and I'd already told him that
before, now he needed no encouragement at all. I shivered and gave the
man's cock a hard squeeze when he pulled my top down, threatening to rip it
as my firm brown tits came loose.

The ex-deputy was sucking my right breast tenderly when I lifted my leg,
pulling up my skirt to give his ruddy prick access to my sissy hole. I was
eager for him already and we giggled softly and sighed, moving to
accommodate this new position. Drew lay on his side with both of my long
legs over his thighs, my hot asshole exposed and vulnerable as he thrust
tentatively, looking for it with his stiff cock. I smiled and almost
reached down to help him when I felt his smooth swollen glans find my
anus. He gave his hips a harder push, a real one, to pierce my tight
sphincter with a low groan and enter me fully.

I gasped softly, watching Drew's smiling face as we were somewhat separated
then, our bodies turned away from our union at angles so that we touched
each other with our hands and voices, with our eyes while we made love. He
was fucking me slowly, which was good and fit well our mood, just a patient
push and pull, sliding half of his cock in and out of my warm body. I could
feel him, or so I imagined, sliding beneath my balls as they hung low
between my thighs and I spread my legs slightly, reaching down so I could
touch them, pressing my smooth sack down so that I knew my girly balls were
against my lover's manly shaft.

We fucked like that for a long while, as if we had all the time in the
world, but finally Drew was becoming impatient for his orgasm, thrusting
harder and looking for a better angle. I grinned knowingly and moved,
pulling away from him wordlessly and getting on my hands and knees,
inviting the man to take me from behind, to fuck me deep and hard and fill
my ass with his urgent cum. He wasn't going to refuse and I smiled over my
shoulder when Drew took me by the hips and drove his thick cock all the way
inside me.

"Ummm...Mmmm...Hmmm..." I was just moaning with the pleasure of it, keeping
my arms straight and my head up. My tits hung free beneath me until Drew
reached for them, taking my breasts in his strong hands and squeezing them,
using them to pull me back against him. I was rolling my ass for him,
clenching my muscles and working his cock with my experienced rectum. My
penis was only semi-hard then, almost forgotten as it fell between my legs,
dripping long strands of precum to the blanket beneath us.

I didn't need my girl cock just than, my boy pussy was getting fucked and
the sensations I felt were more like those of a woman, I thought. The
electricity that seemed to crawl across my heated flesh, the butterflies
burning in my tummy, always a curious and welcome sensation, as if Drew's
cock were tickling me from the inside out. My blood was hot and thick,
feeding my passion with every thump of my aching heart. I was having
orgasms, I thought, not real ones, not of a physical sort, but the emotions
were there and my eyes were wet and I blinked as I realized I was crying.

I lifted myself up and Drew sensed what I wanted, I thought, he held my
tits and pulled me up so that my back was against his chest while we knelt
there. His cock was still inside me, still fucking me, and I turned my
head, needing to feel his lips on mine. I whimpered, that's the best word
for it, a weak desperate sound of need escaping my throat into Drew's
loving mouth. I was in love, not with the sex, but with the man and I was
bathed in the glow of his rapt adoration. I wasn't the same person with him
inside me. I was something more, someone special and even Mr. Reiser didn't
make me feel like that. He kissed me hard, his arms wrapped around me so
lightly I could scarcely draw breath into my burning lungs, and Drew was
cumming inside me then.

He kept himself buried deep inside my ass, now flooded with his creamy
spend, and lowered me back down to the blanket. I lay there, on my stomach
with my tits pressed flat, my legs slightly spread and Drew covered me like
a blanket. He was still fucking me, thrusting through his orgasm and
staying erect, making love to me once more as if he hadn't cum at all.

I didn't complain, I loved the feel of his cock churning his still hot
sperm inside my bowels. I was well fucked by then, stretched and lubricated
now with the man's fluids, and Drew was taking long strokes, pulling his
cock back so that just the head remained inside and then stabbing himself
balls deep so that I'd groan with delight and arch my back against it.

He gave me one of the best fucks of my life that night, one that seemed to
last forever and I was intensely awake to what we were doing, all of my
senses alive and hyper so that it seemed as if I could see and hear and
feel everything. I could smell the desert and taste the moonlight. I felt
giddy and unrestrained and my body was feeding me the good chemicals to
reward my patience. Adrenalin and endorphins and who knows what else, my
girl cock was stiff again and I was moving, both to feel the pressure
against my penis and to make it good for Drew while he fucked me.

When he came a second time, after a nice long while, I was cumming as well,
my balls emptied into the blanket and my skirt as it was bunched beneath
me. My ass was filled once more with hot sperm, spreading deep inside me as
an indistinct warmth, a greasy pool spread thin with long tendrils to fill
every part of my body. Drew was kissing my neck and shoulders, whispering
in my ear how much he loved me, and I was dizzy as all of those things
seemed to overwhelm me at once.

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"I love Mr. Reiser." I told Drew as the sun was just beginning to rise.

We'd lain there for a long time together, resting, whispering and giggling
and just touching after our lovemaking. But we hadn't talked about this and
now the mountains to the east were turning grey and visible, and an
especially bright star was in the sky. Venus rising from the gloom just for
us.

"But I love you more." I continued, pressing a finger to his lips. "I know
you don't want to marry me. I don't want to marry you either. I don't want
a husband, I want you to be my Master. More than anything I want to be your
slave."

"I know." Drew nodded, taking my hand in his and pressing my open palm to
his lips.

"But what kind of slave would I be if I ran away?" I asked him. "I do love
him. He loves me too and...If I betray him..."

"It would be wrong." Drew sighed.

"He won't let me go." I said. "Even if I begged him, Mr. Reiser would never
let me go."

"He's your master." Drew said and that explained everything.

"Only because he found me first." I smiled at the truth of that, but I was
sad. "What am I going to do?"

"Danielle...I don't know..." Drew shook his head and he was like me that
way, knowing what was right and wanting desperately to do it, but our
hearts were stubborn and fragile.

"I'm just a slave." I said, giving myself to him because it was all I
had. "You're a white man, you decide. I'll do whatever you tell me to."

Drew didn't say anything and he knew I wouldn't be happy whatever he
decided. There wasn't any happiness in it, not going home, not running away
with him. I needed both to be happy and only having one would make me
miserable, Drew and I both knew it. And not just me, but Drew had his own
pride, his own sense of right and wrong and it was the thing that made him
better than his father, better than most men probably, and the reason I
loved him. He was trying to decide if he could live with stealing something
that didn't belong to him and I could see the answer in his eyes.

The sun was coming up and we knew what we had to do.



End of chapter 33 End of Possible Worlds

Thank you for reading this story. I'll understand if you wished it didn't
end where it does, but the fact is that the story is a long one already by
this point. I'm not bored with writing it, not at all, but I believe I've
expressed much of what I wanted to say and like many of my stories, I
prefer to leave it alive, still breathing and with an outcome not entirely
predictable. That's my style, I guess, and why I think some stories emulate
life better than others, even obviously fantasy stories, such as this one.

I'd very much appreciate your thoughts on this story and I won't promise
anything, but there is an awful lot of room for a continuation, isn't
there? We'll have to see. This turned out okay for being nothing of what
I'd modestly intended when I started some three or four weeks ago with
it. It ended up at 33 chapters and 170,000 words, almost on the
button...That's a lot.

Best always, Rachael Ross (aka T.S. Severe)

http://www.asstr.org/~rache/index.htm
T.S.Severe@gmail.com