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...of all Possible Worlds - Chapter Thirteen

 

"Well?" Sarah asked me as soon as I picked her up on the way to school.

"Yeah. I can go." I'd thought about teasing her, but I was kind of tired. 

Mr. Reiser had kept me up late, but I wasn't going to complain about that. Plus, I knew that new houseboy would be there when I got home and I'd have that thought nagging at me all day long.

"Really?" Sarah widened her eyes and I nodded. "That's so cool. You have the best master ever, I bet. What did he say?"

So I relived that whole conversation on the drive to school, smiling by the end of it. Mr. Reiser was a good owner, far better than most of them, from what I gathered from the slaves I went to school with. The other kids always had stories about how they were worked too hard, or punished too often, or whatever. Mostly I figured they just liked to complain.

I was in my third period economics class with Ms. Kellerman, listening to her explain how the reinstitution of slavery had saved the South from the Great Depression when I was summoned to the school office. A black girl, one of the office negras, came knocking on the classroom door and she had a note for me. I didn't know what that was about and neither did the girl.

"Ma'am?" I spoke up quietly as I stood in the office. The school secretary, an older black woman named Perth, gave me a look.

"Dani, you go to the nurse's office. There's some people in there who want to talk to you," she told me, and I swallowed hard. "You're not in trouble. They just want to ask some questions. Go on now."

I felt very nervous by then, not knowing what was going on or why, but I didn't have any choice. I walked down the short hallway to the nurse's office to find the door already open. The nurse wasn't inside, but two other people were, a man and a woman, both of them older and dressed nicely, I suppose. They were white people and for just a brief second I wondered if my Master had sold me.

"Come in," the man said. "You're…Daniel?" He read my name off some papers he held and frowned slightly.

"Yes sir." I blinked at him because he had a funny accent. He wasn't from the South, or the Union, I didn't think.

"Is that your name? What do people call you?" the woman asked and she wasn't American either, near as I could tell. She closed the door behind me.

"Dani…Danielle," I replied. I didn't know what to do with my hands, so I tried putting them behind my back, but I didn't like that. So I put them in front of me.

"You're a boy, yes?" the man asked.

"I'm a boy." I nodded slowly.

"Alright. Well, sit down." The man pointed at a chair and waited for me. "I'm Dr. Ramirez. This is Dr. Hermosa. We're with the United Nations, have you heard of that?"

"Yes sir." I licked my lips. "Am I in trouble?"

"No. Good heavens." The woman smiled, taking an empty chair near mine, but the man remained standing and I had to look up at him.

"We're just getting information," he told me. "This school and many others like it in your country are supported by the U.N. and other organizations. We just want to make sure that the money is being well spent."

"Okay." I shrugged, looking between the two of them. Dr. Hermose held a clipboard and she tapped it with her pen.

"Are you a slave, Dani?" Dr. Ramirez asked, and I'd heard about this before, these people who would come asking questions.

"No." I shook my head. "I'm in the custody of my benefactor, Mr. Reiser."

"Yes, of course." The man nodded as if he'd expected that. "You're freeborn, yes?"

"Yes." I agreed with a shrug.

"And when were you taken into custody by Mr…"

"Mr. Reiser," I said. "Um, about a year ago. I was sixteen."

"Mr. Reiser makes you, ah…dress like that, Dani?" the woman wondered. "Did he make you, uh…"

"Did he make me a girl?" I looked at her and she nodded, smiling apologetically as if I'd be embarrassed. "I was already a girl. My parents wanted me to be a girl since I was a baby."

"Oh." That confused her maybe.

"Mr. Reiser bought me clothes and my breasts," I told her, pushing my tits out for the man's approval. "They're nice, right?"

"Uh, very nice," he cleared his throat. I'd worn a simple outfit that day, just a cotton blouse in red and a pleated skirt in black, kind of a short one, but not like a mini-skirt or anything. I knew I looked good.

"Does Mr. Reiser have sex with you, Dani?" the woman asked. I wondered if I'd been a real boy, would the man have been asking me that?

"No. I'm a house negra," I answered. "What does this have to do with school?"

"I see." She licked her lips and ignored my question. "And what exactly is a house negra, Danielle?"

"I'm a domestic servant." I looked at her like that should have been obvious.

"Well, how about Mrs. Reiser, does she…" Dr. Hermosa started asking, and I smiled.

"There is no Mrs. Reiser," I told her kind of smugly, making it plain that my Master didn't need a wife with me there.

"Does he hurt you, Dani?" Dr. Ramirez asked, and I stared at him. 

"Of course not," I said. "Why are you asking me this stuff?"

"It's just background," he said, but he was lying. "Do you think we could examine your body? Your back, um…shoulders, stomach. You don't have to get naked or anything…"

"No." I crossed my arms over my tummy.

"No?" He blinked, not expecting that..

"No sir, I don't believe I want you to look at my body," I decided, not that I had anything to hide. The strop hadn't left anything but a lot of red behind the night before and that was gone now. I just wasn't liking the idea that they thought Mr. Reiser would hurt me.

"Dani, you have to let us look," the woman said patiently. "We won't hurt you."

I closed my eyes with a sigh and pulled my blouse over my head, taking it off so I sat there in my bra and skirt. There weren't any marks on me of course, but those two United Nations people were looking anyway.

"Thank you, Danielle," Dr. Ramirez finally said. "You look fine, um…Why didn't you want us to look if you have nothing to hide?"

"Cause you thought there might be." I frowned at him and put my blouse back on.

"Okay," the woman sighed. "Let's talk about your school then. How long have you been attending school here?"

"A year," I told her.

"Have you ever been exploited sexually or physically abused by a teacher?" she asked, and I shook my head.

"No."

"Has a teacher ever offered you anything for sex, Dani?" she asked. "Better grades maybe?"

"No." I shook my head again.

"Have you ever been disciplined by a teacher?" the man asked me, and I nodded. "What happened?"

"I was talking in class when I should have been listening," I told him, trying my best to sound bored. "Mr. Davis made me stay after school and clean the classroom."

"I see," he nodded. "Your teacher didn't spank you or…touch you in some way while you did that?"

"Nope." I smiled and shrugged. "I just…cleaned."

There were a bunch more questions, but I didn't admit to anything. I didn't like those people, snooping around and asking questions, like they were angels sent from God himself to pass judgment on my Master and my school. My whole country in fact. I knew a lot of other countries didn't like us just because we had slaves, but that wasn't any of their business anyway, so far as I could tell. It wasn't like the South was buying people in Africa or something, all the slaves were already here. Those United Nations people were insulting and they could kiss my little black butt for all the help I was going to give them. I loved my country.

"Okay, one last question, Dani." The man smiled and sort of dropped down so he could look level into my eyes. "Have you told us the truth today?"

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"So, what you think, baby?" Purdy was all over me during lunch. "Gonna hook up with me on Sunday or what?"

"Yeah." I shrugged and we were sitting in our usual places, except Purdy wasn't usually there. "I can go, but if it sucks, I'm going to see my parents."

"You're going?" Venus looked at me, brushing some blonde hair out of her eyes. "Can I get a ride?"

"She's giving me a ride," Sarah said.

"You gotta sit on Sarah's lap." I giggled.

"Yeah, whatever." Venus shrugged, but Sarah looked unhappy, probably because she figured we'd stop smeplace and fuck before we went to the party.

"So all ya'll are coming?" Purdy grinned. "Shit. We'll have a good time."

"Where's this place at?" I asked him.

"Over in Hemmford. Give me some paper, I'll draw it for you," Purdy said. I pushed one of my notebooks towards him, since he was right next to me.

"So how's that Cuban girl?" Tricia asked Sarah, getting a dirty look in return.

"Leave her alone," I said. "Like everyday you gotta bring that up?"

"What? She ain't sold yet anyway, is she?" Tricia giggled and I really didn't like her sometimes.

"My Master's getting a new slave today," I said, and probably I should have kept it to myself, but I didn't.

"Hey look…" Purdy tried grabbing my attention as he drew his map.

"A new girl?" Sarah asked me, so I sorta looked back and forth.

"No. A boy," I said, and pointed at an octopus or something on the paper. "What's that thing?"

"Never mind that." Purdy scratched it out.

"You're lucky then," Sarah decided.

"A boy?" Venus smiled at me. "So that ain't so lucky, huh?"

"Yeah." I shrugged.

"…And go like three stoplights, kay? Go left and it's there, Lexington Apartments. Number 202," Purdy explained, writing it all down.

"Oh, shit a boy?" Sarah was catching on. "Like you?"

"Like her! God!" Tricia giggled. "What a trip!"

"They got a phone or something, like if I get lost I can call?" I asked Purdy, and then looked at Tricia. "I don't think he's gonna be like me."

"But your Master's kind of a fag anyway, huh?" Venus asked.

"He's queer, yeah." I shrugged. "But not like all the time."

"He can't be all the time," Sara said. "He'd get arrested."

"Just with me," I agreed.

"Shit! That ain't being queer." Purdy grinned at me. "You got all this? You gonna find it okay?"

"Yeah, as long as I can read your handwriting." I frowned at my notebook.

"I got good handwriting. What are you talking about?" He grabbed at my hip and I jerked away.

"You flirt with me and I'll make you pay," I told him half seriously.

"I wanna do more than flirt with you, negra!" He grinned back.

"God! You're such a slut." Venus rolled her eyes, talking about Purdy. "First Tricia, now Dani...Who else have you fucked?"

"Why? You interested?" The boy stuck the tip of his tongue out at her.

"You wish!" Venus shook her head. "You're all kinds of wrong color for me, nigger."

"And you ain't all that anyway." Purdy shrugged.

"So what's that new nigger like?" Sarah asked me.

"I dunno, I haven't seen him," I replied with a shrug. "He's slaveborn, I know that."

"How old is he?" she wondered.

"You looking for a boyfriend?" Venus giggled at her.

"What new nigger?" Purdy asked. He'd missed the beginning of that whole conversation while he drew his map.

"New slave at Dani's house," Tricia told him. "Keep your eyes off her tits and maybe you can keep up."

"Shit!" He grinned. "Have you even seen those tits?"

"Leave my tits alone," I said, but I had the best ones in school and I knew it. 

"Let's go in the bathroom like we used to," Purdy whispered, and he wasn't leaving my tits alone at all.

"Yeah, sure." I smiled.

"Really?" He grinned.

"You want to go down on me?" I shrugged. "I'll go with you."

"Go down on you?" Purdy rolled his head on his shoulders.

"Heh!" Venus grinned at me. "I'll do it."

"Yeah right!" Tricia stared at Venus. "What happened to white only?"

"I ain't never sucked a girl before." Venus giggled.

"She fucks me," Sarah said, and I looked at her sharply. "I mean…" 

"Oh fuck! Really?" Tricia looked back and forth between us.

"You fuckin' her?" Purdy grinned at me and I wasn't exactly embarrassed, but I guess I was a little. 

"Sometimes." I shrugged, since there wasn't any sense lying about it now.

"So you're like some lesbian fag sissy slut negra, huh?" He laughed and I elbowed him.

"Fuck off!" I put my notebook away. "We're just friends."

"Fuck friends, that's cool." Venus giggled and it was her fault anyway, hers and the way Sarah always wanted to one up Venus for some reason.

"So who gets on top?" Tricia wanted to know.

"You wanna find out?" I wiggled my eyebrows at her and she jerked back like I'd slapped her.

"No!"

"Figures!" Sarah laughed. She was one of those people who only felt bad about something for like thirty seconds at the most.

"All talk," Venus agreed, and Tricia made a face. "You can show me, Dani. Anytime." The mulatto wiggled her tongue at me and I giggled.

"See?" I smiled at Purdy. "I can get fucked anytime I want. So what do I need you for?"

"Shit." He didn't know what to say and that was a first.

"All you gotta do is suck my little dick," I whispered, pushing my hand down against his big cock, feeling it through his trousers. "And then I'll give you whatever you want." I licked his ear. "I'll even give you my ass."

"Huhhhh…" He gave me a sideways look and the bell was ringing for afternoon classes to start.

"Oops!" I shrugged. "Maybe Sunday, huh?"

I left him there to think about it, walking with Sarah to our next class and giving her a hard time for telling everybody we fucked. That's what made it so weird being in the segregated school. I mean, my other school, the catholic girls school was almost all white girls and they were all virgins, probably, I don't know. But I know they didn't talk about sex like we did, us slaves at Hathaway High. 

But the thing is that we all had sex and we all knew it, like with our Masters, or Mistresses for the boys, or just other slaves. Sex was normal for us and I don't mean all slaves either, just some of us, the ones who had the looks or the personality. Most slaves never had sex with anyone but another slave, and then only with permission as their owners would let them marry and have children, some of them. It was never a real marriage, a permanent one, but more a convenience for the owner, but the point is that negras like me and my friends were the exception, not the rule.

It wasn't strange for an owner to give his important slaves, like a foreman or whatever, permission to take one of the negras for fun. It happened all the time and the girls they picked, or were given more often than not, were the ones that their white Masters had been fucking, the old bedroom negras, cause they were the most attractive and they knew how to do it right. Some owners might have two or three bedroom negras, and when he got tired of one...Well, that's what was going on with Sarah. She didn't know what would happen to her, but Sarah had a brain too, so probably her Master would keep her, just not in his bed.

So anyway, all of us were getting fucked and it wasn't a big deal. It just seemed so funny when I thought about those white girls I used to go to school with and how they'd blush if someone drew a picture of a hard dick on a note and passed it around in English class. I missed that school sometimes, but not as much as I used to. The segregated school was okay, now that I had some friends.

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"Did you talk to those United Nations people?" Mr. Davis asked me and I nodded. The last class of the day had just finished and now he wanted a little something before going home to the wife and kids.

"Yes sir," I told him as I stroked his cock. "They asked me if I had sex with any of the teachers."

"Oh yeah?" He grinned. "Did you tell them you got fucked everyday?"

"I said no." I shrugged. "I told them you made me stay after once and wash the chalkboard."

"Heh! I'll give you something to wash. Use your tongue on it." Mr. Davis sat on his cheap swivel chair and I was on my knees for him, licking his cock slowly the way he liked it sometimes.

"You're a sexy little bitch, Jesus! I wish I could afford a negra like you," he sighed.

"My Master said he'd sell me for a million dollars once." I giggled and then took the head of that nice white cock between my moist lips and washed it good.

Mr. Davis laughed and then drew a satisfied breath as I pushed my lips along the shaft, taking him all the way down and opening my throat. I'd gotten real good at that and I deep throated him easily, until I needed some air. I lifted my mouth and gasped, swallowing all the spit and precum before I did it again.

"You're the best cocksucker in the school," Mr. Davis decided. "Million dollars might almost be…ugh! Worth it…Jesus…"

"Mmmphhh…" I sighed, feeling my own penis nice and hard because I did love sucking cock so much. 

I pulled my skirt up high and tight to my tummy, working my girl cock free. I made sure Mr. Davis got a good look at it while I sucked him off. He liked it, I knew that, but he was shy and a little afraid to admit it, even though he'd sucked me a couple times. I really wanted him to do it again and I was trying to entice him into it, playing with my penis while I worked my tongue all over his cockhead, moaning and even humming softly, giving him some sweet vibrations to make him feel loved.

"That's so fucking sexy," he breathed, watching me, looking past my eyes as I looked up at him. "Do you want to sixty-nine?"

He always asked when he wanted to suck my girl cock. Anything else and Mr. Davis would tell me, like a white man should. He'd just tell me what he wanted and I'd do it, but when it came to that, he'd ask me if I wanted him to kiss my penis, or sixty-nine with him like today. That's exactly what I wanted too and I just had to go lock the door because fucking me was one thing, but taking my boy parts into his white mouth would be a little too close to admitting he might be queer, and he didn't want to get caught like that.

"Down here…" I giggled and the floor was the only place we had of course, so that's where we did it.

Mr. Davis got on his back, in his cheap suit on the wooden floor. I straddled him carefully, spreading my knees on either side of his head and then siding back enough so my girl cock and hairless balls were right over his face. I could feel his warm breath and then his hands as they stroked up my thighs to my ass. He pulled me to his hungry mouth, showing my cock and balls, even my thighs with the perverse desire he'd been hiding for the past few weeks. I had his cock in my hand and I mouthed him eagerly, rewarding my math teacher for giving me what I most needed. I sucked his white cock down to the root, letting my throat muscles squeeze his cockhead as it stretched me pleasantly.

"Ummm…" I sighed, pushing down with my hips and Mr. Davis wasn't really good at sucking cock, but he wanted to be.

He tried his best and whatever he lacked in skill, he made up for with enthusiasm. He suckled me hard with my soft balls pressed against his eyes and nose and every inch of my smallish girl cock filling his mouth. I wished I was a little bigger, but probably it was better I wasn't. Everybody said my penis was seriously sexy anyway, kind of feminine looking even when erect and ready to cum. I was getting close then and it was too soon, I knew that. I wanted to make it last a good long time because being sucked always felt special and I didn't get it enough.

My Master would suck me sometimes, well more than just sometimes, but not everyday or anything. A few times a week and maybe that should have been enough, but I was spoiled and greedy and something about having Mr. Davis doing it, since he wanted to be such a straight Southern gentleman, just made it awesome for me. White men sucking my hard dripping girl cock -- That was intense for me.

I did everything I could to make Mr. Davis cum first. I could cum almost as soon as I wanted to, if I just thought about it, and I was going to cum soon anyway even if I didn't. So I wanted him right there with me. I slid my soft lips up and down the shaft quickly, following my mouth with my hand, jerking him off and blowing the man all at the same time. I used my other hand to play with his balls, pulling them free of his suit pants and rolling them in my fingers, squeezing them gently, just enough to get a rise out of Mr. Davis' hips as he tried to push more cock down my throat. It was a good blowjob, the best one he'd ever had probably, and less than five minutes after we started he began to groan, making muffled noises and humping my mouth to warn me he was close.

I let him cum and let myself go, moving my own hips and letting those good feelings wash over me as thick hot sperm spilled over my wriggling tongue. I swallowed quickly, not losing much at all from the corners of my mouth. I came a short time later, while Mr. Davis was still shooting, and he choked on it, which sorta turned me on too. He couldn't keep up and I knew my semen was running out of his mouth, dripping down his cheeks. I wished I could see it, knowing he'd look so sexy wearing my boy cream while he sucked my girly cock, but I wanted to finish him off right. I drank every drop the man had and washed his cock and then his balls with my tongue while he tried to do the same for me.

"Ohhhh…Mr. Davis!" I giggled and breathed cool air into my lungs as I sat up, my soft penis and wet balls lying across his panting mouth. He was staring up at my ass, but I could see his mouth stained milky with my salty load and his tongue moving around as he stroked my thighs.

"That was so good," he sighed. "Dani…"

"I'll clean you, sir," I whispered, moving so I could lay on top of him with my tits against his chest. I kissed and licked his face like a pretty negra dog. I gathered my semen up with my tongue and then went inside the man's mouth, licking him deeply while he held me to him. I pushed the sperm I'd gathered back into his mouth so he could swallow it. We kissed for five minutes like that at least, until we were both hot and sweaty and breathing heavily with our cocks hard again and rubbing each other.

"Stay a little longer," Mr. Davis urged me, but I couldn't even if I wanted to.

"My Master is waiting for me," I lied, but it was a small one and maybe not one at all. Since it was Friday, Mr. Reiser could very well come home from work early and I needed to be there waiting for him.

"Damn…I wish I could take you home, Dani." He was in love. The second white man to fall in love with me and I kissed him.

"I'll see you Monday, Mr. Davis," I promised, getting up slowly. I left the man lying there both happy and unhappy on the floor of his empty classroom.

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"So you're the new house nigger." I said, not waiting for an introduction as I walked straight into the kitchen and found him.

He wasn't pretty and that was a relief. It meant I wasn't being replaced, even though I hadn't really thought I would be. But even so, I'd worried over that continuously, imagining this new slave being a girl like me. Instead he was quite the opposite, which came as a genuine surprise, although maybe it shouldn't have. He was older than me, but not by much. Maybe nineteen or twenty years old and not so tall, but healthy and lean with muscle under his brown skin, at least from what I could see. He looked handsome, I suppose, with sort of an average face, but chiseled, not soft. He had a square jaw and prominent cheek bones. His hair was short, cut close to scalp and kinky black, and he looked a lot like a thousand other black men to me.

"Yes ma'am," he said slowly.

Mercy had been feeding him a sandwich it looked like. 

"You got a name, boy?" I asked, and she gave me a sharp frown, but I ignored it.

"Tom Henry, ma'am." He licked his lips, looking into my face and he hadn't seemed to notice at my body at all.

"Are you queer, Tom Henry?" I pursed my lips. "Are you a cocksucker?"

"That's gone be enough outta your mouth!" Mercy grabbed my arm and I shrugged, but she wouldn't let go.

"No ma'am," he said softly. His caramel eyes smoldered hot and probably he wondered why I was so mad at him for no good reason.

"Git upstairs and wash yourself up now." Mercy said, pushing me out of her kitchen. "You gone get a whippin' later, you mind me?"

"I'll be watching you, Tom Henry." I stared at him for a second and then I left.

I didn't have any reason to be treating the boy like that and I might have felt bad about it, except I didn't want him there at all. Never mind he wasn't pretty, or even a fag probably, he was somebody new and I didn't like that at all. I'd never been a slave before, not until Mr. Reiser had claimed me, and so I hadn't grown up around a lot of them, or been a part of them. I didn't understand or trust them, that was a fact, and some people say there's nobody so prejudiced in his heart as a freeborn nigger, and maybe that's true. All I knew for sure was I felt like my life had gotten a little smaller, like I'd lost something and I didn't know what it was yet.

I went to the master bedroom, stripping off my clothes and then into the adjoining master bath and ran some hot water. I frowned at myself in the mirror and took off my jewelry, my charm bracelet and the gold locket my mom had given me. Sometimes I wore the jewelry Mr. Reiser had given me, but most of that was too nice for school. I took a bath, soaking in the huge porcelain tub when Mercy found me and she had a temper.

"Who you think you is, talking to that boy like that?" She stood there with her hands on her hips looking down at me. "You's black as dirt, girl, and twice a filthy, what you was sayin'!"

"I wanted to know if he was queer." I looked down and felt like a little girl all of a sudden.

"Like you was kickin' a dog fer no reason but you can, huh?" Mercy shook her head as if she couldn't believe it.

"I didn't hurt him none."

"An you ain't suh's wife, girl. You's jest suh's negra an if'n he gone wanna poke that boy, what's you gone do bout it anyways?" She was talking Deep South now and the words still came out in sing-song fashion, but they were hard to listen to.

"I don't know." I shrugged, being too unhappy even to be shocked at the woman's blunt speech.

"You's watchin' him? I's watchin you!" she told me, pointing a bony finger. "Spect you's gone wanna member that, huh!"

"I'm sorry, alright?" I looked up at her finally, staring into her face and my voice wasn't very loud. "Now get out of my bathroom."

"Oh Lawdy…" Mercy licked her lips and stared, but she didn't say anything more and left me alone after that.

 

Chapter 14