Class Trip (8 page)

“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.

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 repair. 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.