Class Trip Page 6

  He took the time to look at the area in between my legs. “They do very good work. I'm pleased.” He stood up then and removed his pants. I looked away again.

  I heard him laughing to himself. “You can go to the bathroom now.”

  I hurried out of the room. I took my time until he called out to me.

  “Sandra, what are you doing in there?”

  I opened the door and stepped back out to him. “I was brushing my teeth.” My toiletry bag had been laid in there.

  “I see. Good girl. Hurry off to bed. We will have a big breakfast tomorrow but I can't risk anyone else seeing you again. They would all want to buy you. The one from before was very mad that he couldn't have you. He isn't used to something like that.”

  “But I already have an owner.” I looked up at him.

  “Yes, you do. I turned down the bed already. In you go.”

  I went to the bed and sat down on the side by the door.

  “No, my dear. You will sleep on the other side. Look, Carrots is already waiting for you.”

  This was all too odd but it wasn't worth a fight.

  He held the blankets back and I got in. I hugged Carrots to my chest as he covered me right up and knelt down again. “Sweet dreams, angel.” He ran his fingers over my face. I held my breath in fear. He stood and closed the curtains and then he left. I listened for the door and then his feet on the steps. I was alone again. I snuggled in under my blankets and worried about everything.

  I could hear a big crowd gathered downstairs somewhere. They were laughing and loud. I figured my friends weren't laughing. They were probably scared and crying.

  I was starting to feel hungry.

  An hour later I heard my friends' names. Herr Glossner had a microphone. He was auctioning them off like this was a slave market.

  The girls were going at very high prices. He was making millions.

  I guess this really was worth it for him.

  I wondered how much my owner had paid for me. I cried myself to sleep.

  Chapter 5

  I woke up and looked at the wall. I was really here. I had been hoping that it had all been a dream. But it wasn't, so that meant that this wasn't over with.

  I could hear light snoring. I wasn't alone. Had my owner arrived and climbed into bed with me. Would he want sex when he woke up? Should I try to sneak out?

  I had awoken several times in the night and the auction thing had gone on forever. Everyone would be asleep. Just I would be wide-awake.

  I rolled over as quietly as I could. I wanted to see who was in bed next to me. I was now on my back and looking up at the ceiling. I turned my head and peeked.

  It was Herr Glossner.

  Why would he sleep in the same bed as I did? The place was huge with lots of other rooms. This wasn't necessary.

  He must have felt me looking at him because his eyes started to open. “Good morning, angel. Did you sleep well?”

  “I guess so,” I wasn't sure about anything anymore.

  “I figured that you would wake up early.” He smiled over at me and then looked at his watch. “It's already nine. You slept late.” He was just looking at me and I stared back, trying to think of something to say.

  “If you would rather I could sleep on the sofa in the living room, Mr. Glossner.”

  “No, I wouldn't rather. And that isn't my name. I just made it up. Don't call me that. You can call me by my name. Tata.”

  “Tata?”

  He smiled like he really liked the idea of me saying his name. “That's right.”

  “I really don't think we should be on a first name basis. My owner might not like it.”

  He smiled and nodded. “I see I haven't been clear enough. I am your owner.”

  I felt like he socked me in the stomach. “Why?”

  “I liked you the best.”

  “You like me?” I asked surprised.

  “Yes, you have more character than the others. Much better manners and you were more respectful.”

  All I was hearing was what I had done wrong. If I had been a brat than I would have been sold last night in the auction to the man who saw me in the window. Of course I wouldn't have been at the window if he hadn't separated me from the others. That explained the different foods that I had gotten and the handholding.

  I started to shake. I was lying in bed with a man who felt that he owned me. What did that mean?

  “You look so confused. Let me explain it to you. You belong to me now. I will make sure that you have everything that you need. You never have to worry about anything ever again. I will be taking care of you. No one else, ever, just Tata. Do you understand?”

  I shook my head no.

  He moved in closer to me and laid an arm around me. “You don't have to be afraid of me. I will only spank you when you are bad. I will never hit you for the fun of it.”

  Was he saying that he thought that it was fun and that he was going to hold himself back even though he liked it so much?

  I really wanted him to take his arm away from me. He was moving me over to the middle of the bed.

  “No,” I tried to get up but his arm caged me in.

  “No, what?”

  “No, to everything,” I said but it sounded more like a question.

  “You will do as you are told. I think that that is very important.” He leaned down to me and held his face right above mine. “You are mine now. You can't get away from me. I'd advice you not to try. If you don't fight me then we will get along nicely. If you do you know what will happen.” He kissed me then and his left hand moved to my breast. His right was holding my head in place.

  I was shaking more than before. He was about to have sex with me.

  “Please don't.”

  “Shh, the others are still asleep.”

  A steady flow of tears were running down my face.

  He pushed up and looked down at me. “I don't want to hurt you. Please just let me. It will be better for you, I promise.”

  This couldn't be happening. He was my teacher. It was his job to take care of me.

  “I know this is your first time and I will be especially careful with you. I know lots of tricks to lessen the pain but you need to relax. That is the most important thing.”

  I just stared at him. I think I was in shock. He opened the buttons to my pajama top and reached inside and squeezed my naked breast.

  “I like how soft you are. You are cuddly. I will like sharing my bed with you” He let go and tugged at the bottom of the pajama top and lifted it up over my breasts. He stared at them for a while and then he captured a nipple with his mouth. He was sucking on my breast.

  This was wrong on so many different levels. He was my teacher. I was so young. I didn't give my consent. That was the most important.

  “Please, don't hurt me.”

  “No, of course not, angel. I already told you that I would be very careful with you. You are very important to me. I know that you are scared but Tata is here. I'll hold your hand.”

  “Please no,” I begged.

  “Shh. I know that you are scared but the best thing is just to get it over with. It won't be as bad as you are imagining it.” He sat back on his heels and pulled my pajama bottoms down and away.

  I snapped and just cried. I heard him saying Shh a lot but he kept on touching me and continuing with what he wanted. He opened my legs wide like they had been at the doctors. His hands were all over me touching and squeezing.

  “Shh, angel, Tata isn't hurting you, is he?”

  I decided not to answer that. I turned my head so I couldn't see him. I was wishing that I had taken Karate as a child and that I would have a black belt by now. I felt how hard his thing was as he lined it up and slowly pushed it into me.

  The pain choked me and made me sit up a bit. I was trying to get away from him but he had me pinned down into the mattress.

  “Shh, angel, relax. You need to relax.”

  I was sure that he was ripping me. Damaging me beyond re
pair. I was hurting at my core and it was a terrible pain.

  “Relax, you need to relax,” he was whispering in my ear.

  I wasn't a virgin anymore. My teacher had entered me and taken it away.

  He was kissing my neck and talking softly.

  “Please no. Please, please no,” I begged back also in whispers. I had thought that I would scream in my pain but I was just too shocked for that. It had happened all to quickly.

  “Shh, the worst is over. My brave little girl, I will make it better for you and very soon you will like it when Tata makes love to you.”

  I doubted that. I realized that I was clinging to his arm. I let go of him. He was already touching me too much and in places that had never been touched before.

  He laid me back down so my head was on the pillow. “Are you ready?”

  I shook my head no again.

  He smiled again. He sure did get a kick out of me. Of course he would, he got whatever he wanted. My shock from the pain was wearing away and I started to cry again. I turned my head away from him.

  “Shh, I promised to be careful and I am being.”

  I flashed him a mean look as I cried.

  “You are very lucky. I am taking you with a great deal of love. The men who bought your friends bought them out of lust and they will do with them whatever they want. I am going to treat you very nicely. You will have it good with me.”

  “I don't feel loved,” I confessed, sounding like a whining child.

  His features softened and he went back to kissing me. He was still inside of me. I hated that. I felt him moving his thing out of me and then he slowly moved it back in all the way. I doubted that I would ever walk again. He moved that way again very slowly.

  He was still kissing me. I wished he wouldn't. The ripping feeling was still there. He moved a little faster and then grabbed both of my hands and pinned them down to the mattress. He raised his hips and looked down in between us.

  “This is something that you can only do with me. Do you understand that?”

  I nodded quickly. I meant it too. The thought of me looking for a lover was ridiculous.

  “You are such a good girl and you are being very brave about this. I just want to make it very clear that Tata is the only man who will ever be inside of you. Never anyone else.”

  He started to move again and he was pounding his body into mine. My entire body moved up and down with his thrusts. The bed was squeaking. It just wouldn't end and I wanted it too so badly.

  “You are doing so well, angel.”

  It was getting really hot and harder to breathe. He let go of my hands and moved one hand back to my breast. I felt like I was going to be sick. The motion and his head going up and down in front of my face was too much for me. I looked off to the side.

  “Such a good girl. You have no idea how good you feel.”

  I tried a last ditch effort to get him to stop, “Please, please stop.”

  “Shh, angel, don't say anything.”

  “Please, Herr Glossner, please stop. You're hurting me.”

  “I told you not to call me that. If you ever do that again, I will punish you. Have I made myself clear?” He stopped moving.

  “Yes.” I looked in his eyes. I didn't want more punishment. This was already worse than the spankings that he had given me.

  “Yes, what?”

  I wanted to bite my tongue but I figured that this was all about power, and the fact that I didn't have any. I swallowed hard, “Yes, sir.”

  “No, you don't have to say that anymore. I want you to call me by my name. Now.”

  “Yes, Tata.”

  “Good girl.” He started moving again and then he threw his head back and arched his back, driving himself even deeper into me. Then he lay down on top of me.

  A moment later he pulled out of me and rolled back to his side of the bed. I rolled away from him. I pulled my knees to my chest and just cried. He was the worst person in the world.

  His breathing was pretty heavy but he was getting it under control and inching closer to me again. He laid his arm around me and started to kiss my shoulder. “You will have it very good with me. Tata will take care of everything.”

  He was a crazy person who was even talking about himself in the third person.

  He picked up one of my braids. The end of the braid was like a paintbrush. He was brushing it up and down my arm.

  I just cried and he didn't seem to notice. He was too busy painting a picture of our new happy life.

  “I'm hungry,” he announced. He grabbed hold of my hand and tugged it until I sat up. I saw the blood on the sheets and covered my mouth.

  “That just means that you are a very good girl. Good girls bleed the first time but just the first time. It will only get better from now on. I promise. Let's go take a shower.”

  I inched to the side of the bed and stood up. My legs were shaking. I looked down at them and so did he. Blood was trickling down both of my legs.

  “You are doing just fine. I am very proud of you.”

  I looked up and away from him. I had a feeling that I was going to pass out. His grip tightened on me and he walked me slowly to the bathroom. He was completely naked and my pajama top was pushed up over my breasts.

  He led me right into the shower. He stepped in too and closed the shower door. “Let's get this off of you.” He lifted the pajama top up over my head.

  “I can't stand anymore.”

  “I got you.” He turned on the water and held me under it. There was a bottle of soap and he squirted some in his hand while he held, slash, pinned, me in the corner. He washed me and my face felt like it was burning. Tears were still running down my face. I scolded myself for being so ridiculous. He was the one doing something wrong, not me.

  I had done nothing wrong.

  I had been wronged.

  He was cleaning me in between my legs and I just cried, for the first time I made a sound while crying. I have always been the type where my shoulders move and tears come out but no sound. He had a way of really getting me to cry out.

  “Shh, you are such a good girl. Everything is okay. I got you.” He was babbling at me. He wasn't good at comforting anyone. His comforts sounded like threats. He left me leaning against the wall and showered off himself. He even washed his penis right in front of me. My blood was on him too. I felt like I was going to be sick.

  He finished and stepped out of the shower and dried himself off. I was getting a bit cold but he hadn't said that I should come out and there really wasn't any room for me in the bathroom anyway.

  This room was so ugly. Brown tiles halfway up the wall, even in the shower. The walls were painted brown and the paint was chipped off in several places. Everything was old and the towel was ripped here and there. This wasn't the luxurious home of a slave trader. That meant that he was a middleman. Was that why everyone had been so mad at him yesterday? They had wanted him to sell me and a buyer was even interested.

  This meant that everyone here hated me. And he just wanted to hurt me. I was all alone.

  “Come here, angel.”

  I went to him feeling that a big part of me had just died. I had decided to just obey him. If fighting made things worse than I would never fight him.

  He dried me off and kissed me every now and then. “Are you hungry?”

  I shook my head.

  “Are you sure? You didn't have supper last night. You must be hungry.” He was smiling down at me. It was almost like he was teasing me.

  “This is all too much for me,” I admitted.

  “You are doing really well. You are being so good for me. I will reward you for that one day. You'll see. It's time to get dressed and get breakfast.” He hung up the towel and I figured that the others would all be sharing the same one. That thought made my stomach churn. I wanted to go home to my mother so badly.

  He took hold of my hand and walked me back to his bedroom. If anyone had been in the living room then they would have seen me naked.
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  What was my life going to be like now?

  He held the door open for me and walked in. I saw my blood on the bed. It wasn't as much as I thought it would be, but it was enough to have me off and running back to the bathroom. I closed the door with my foot hoping that he wouldn't come in.

  He didn't come in right away. I was still kneeling next to the toilet when he did. I kept my eyes on the water in the toilet; the part where the water was all brown. I was used to better places than this. I was used to things being perfect and clean.

  Things weren't here. Everything was so dirty. Dirt had gathered in the corners of the bathroom from things not being cleaned right. My grandmother had raised me better than that. If I had cleaned this bathroom this way she would have made me do it again and again until it was perfect. She had always said the perfect cleanness was a sign that a person valued the things that they had.

  He had showered me and cleaned me. Did that mean that I was of value to him?

  He picked up my toiletry bag and fished out my toothbrush. “It's gone. I got rid of it. That will never happen again.”

  What would never happen again, I asked myself. He would never hurt me again or I would never bleed again. Or he could even mean that I would never have to see the evidence about what he had done too me.

  “Up you go, slowly now.”

  I grabbed onto the wall as he pulled me to my feet. I was still naked and so was he. I was freaking out about that. This wasn't me anymore. I was dead and just a shell was left in his place.

  I took the toothbrush and brushed slowly and carefully. When I was finished he brought me back to his room and laid me down on the bed.

  “Rest a little, angel.” I could hear him opening the wardrobe and getting dressed. He went off to the bathroom for a bit too and then he was back and telling me it was time to get up.

  I sat up, modesty had returned. I didn't want the blankets to miss any spot of me.

  “Please don't start. I really don't want to punish you on our honeymoon.” His shoulders dropped as he looked at me.

  I wasn't sure if that was the right word. “Honeymoon?”

  “Yes, you are my wife now.” His head tilted like he was trying to size me up to see how dangerous I was.