Class Trip (10 page)

He wrapped me in
his arms once he had settled down. I yawned and he laughed at me.

“I kind of
thought that I had had all the work.”

I looked over my
shoulder at him. Was he mad about that? “I did it wrong?”

He laughed again.
“I don't expect you to know what you are doing. It's Tata's job to
teach you. Would you like that? Should I teach you?”

“No thank you,”
I whispered.

He laughed. “But
you have to admit that it was a lot nicer this time.”

“It still hurt,
a lot.” I was so sore and I was worried about permanent damage.

“You are so
sweet and innocent. Tata loves you so much.” He babbled on and on
but I fell asleep while he was talking.

I felt my leg
moving. My knee was being pushed into my chest. The sun was just
coming up. I had slept all day and night. Tata was shoving his penis
into me again but this time it slid in easily. He groaned in
pleasure. I was fighting not to. My body felt like it had missed his.

He was still
lying behind me and now that he was inside of me one of his hands
grabbed on to my breast.

I looked over my
shoulder to make sure that it was him. I wasn't sure what I would
have done if it hadn't been him but it was and he looked
concentrated. The feeling of him sliding in and out of me was
different this time. I was still sore but there was something else
there too. I moved my right hand so it was laying over his.

His other hand
was on my shoulder. It felt like he was holding me in place so he
could thrust better. He really liked doing this.

“Oh,” I
moaned.

“That's right,
angel. I told you that you would end up liking this.” He thrust
harder and faster.

I had to control
myself. I couldn't like what he was doing to me. I should be fighting
him but I was too afraid of what he might do to punish me. But I
would definitely not enjoy this.

He was sleeping
with me and holding me against my will. Only a whore would enjoy that
and I was no man's whore.

I thought about
him beating on Hannah again and again even though she was already so
sore. He had hurt Larissa and countless other girls. He thought of us
as objects. That was something that he had told me himself. He had
compared us to expensive cars. He sold away my friends, and those who
hadn't been virgins would be sex slaves or prostitutes.

What was I?

He said his wife
but that I didn't believe. You can't marry a car.

He squeezed my
breast even harder. I whimpered and he laughed. He liked hurting me.
I broke down into tears. He was hushing me again and his hand relaxed
on my breast. “You are doing so well. You are a little young for
this but you are being so brave about it.”

The way he said
that made me think that he expected me to put up more of a fight. Was
I a weakling?

Again it took
forever for him to finish. This time he didn't pull out of me. He
stayed in and pet me like I was his favorite dog. “That was the
third time. It is like a magic number. The fourth will be pure
pleasure for both of us.”

I had turned to
look at him when he started talking and I saw that he was confident.
He believed what he was saying.

I believed him
too. It hadn't hurt this time already. Would I end up liking it and
embarrassing myself? Would he laugh at me and tell me I was just like
the others if I did. I could picture it so easily.

“Let's go get
you fed, angel. You aren't eating enough.” He grabbed me by my hand
and pulled me along with him again.

I was able to
stand on my own in the shower but he insisted on cleaning me again. I
was afraid that he would get turned on again. He opened my braids and
washed my hair. He was acting like I couldn't do it myself. I wasn't
about to tell him that I was feeling better.

After he toweled
me dry and picked out what he wanted me to wear today he sat me down
on a footstool in the living room. He sat behind me on the sofa. He
got out my hairbrush and went to work. It hurt like hell. It always
did when I forgot to buy conditioner. He worked his way through my
wet snarly hair. Was this some sort of punishment?

What did I have
to promise him to get him to stop? Should I be more active in bed? I
couldn't promise that.

He finished and
pulled the top part of my hair back. I felt him putting a rubber band
in it to hold it in place. That would rip out plenty of my hair when
it needed to be removed. I had something appropriate in with my
toothbrush and things. Should I explain that that would be better? I
didn't have the nerve for something like that.

“Look what I
got for you.” He showed me a pink ribbon. “Nice, isn't it?”

I nodded. If I
were four I would have loved it. That man had strange tastes. He tied
it into my hair and turned me so I was looking at him. He looked so
expectant that I felt a need to say something. “Thank you, Tata.”

“Your welcome.”
He touched his pointer finger to my nose.

The woman, the
one who he was respectful to came out of one of the other rooms. She
looked at us for a second. He stood and grabbed my hairbrush. He was
talking to her and she just nodded at him. I got the feeling that she
was surprised that he was doing my hair, and putting a ribbon in it.
He put my brush away and then he came back out.

Tata was still
talking to the woman as he reached his hand out to me. He wasn't
looking at me but I was looking at his hand. I sighed and went to
him.
Not fighting is better for me, less bruises,
I told
myself.

He went to the
door and I fell into step with him. “My mother said you look very
nice.”

“She is your
mother?”

“Yes, and the
other two men are my brothers. I'm the oldest. I'm the boss here.”

“How are you
related to the doctor?” I asked trying to figure out the who's who
of everyone here.

He smiled at me
like he thought that I was just adorable. “I'm not related to him.
He was a friend of my father's.”

“Where is your
father now?” Was he driving another bus full of girls here?

“I'm afraid
that you can't meet him. He passed on a few years ago. My brothers
and I take care of our mother now. Just we are the family. The rest
work for us. Do you understand?”

“Not really.”
I was trying to guess what he was getting at, but I couldn't.

“It means that
they can't tell you to do anything. You are their boss. I want you to
do as my mother says when I'm not here. She will help me with you.
Stay away from everyone else. Have I made myself clear?”

“Yes, Tata,”
I smiled at him. I was already playing with the idea to tell one of
them to drive me into the next town.

He smiled back
misreading my thoughts. “You are really a little angel.”

We got a quick
breakfast this morning. The ten girls were there again but Hannah was
shooting daggers at Tata. She was crying and complaining to the
others.

I looked at Tata
for an explanation. He shrugged and looked away from me. “She was
never nice. Like I said yesterday, don't worry about her. She is
leaving really soon. Her buyer will be here tomorrow. Five girls will
be leaving. Online buying makes it all possible.”

I nodded and
tried to hide how disgusted I was with everything here. I finished my
bread and butter and we stood to leave.

“You fucking
rapist. You asshole. I hate you. Both of you.” Hannah stood and
looked at him and then at me.

A woman starting
going at her with the cane and she screamed out like a madwoman. More
women came in and Tata ran over to her too. He slapped her and she
flew to the floor.

I ran out of the
room and hid behind the door. He was that monster again who beat on
girls. I covered my face with my hands and slid down the wall I was
leaning on.

I heard feet on
the floor behind me. “Stay where you are,” one of his brothers
said as he went back in. The door opened and I could hear Hannah
screaming and the other girls crying. The door closed and the sounds
softened.

Less than a
minute later the door opened again and Tata was pulling me to his
chest. “I know that you are very sensitive. You are just so good
that you can't understand something like that. Hannah is a beast who
had no right to talk to you that way. She probably still doesn't
believe that you weren't in on it from the beginning. She is silly
but it is our job to teach her to obey. If we can't her new owner
won't be happy with us. Perhaps it would be best to talk him into
another girl until she is trained.”

“Trained like a
dog?” I asked him, accusing him with my words.

“Well in her
case a dog would be easier, but yes, trained to obey with discussing
that is what our customers want from us.”

“Am I being
trained too?” I asked timidly.

“No. I'm not
like her owner. I like to talk to you. You are my world and not a
toy. I really love you.” He smiled at me like he meant it. “Let's
go for a walk, just the two of us. This is still our honeymoon.”

“Yes, Tata,”
I nodded again figuring that was what he wanted to hear.

He pulled me back
down the hall away from the cafeteria and then he pulled out a key
and unlocked a door. It led outside, to the where the grass had been
mowed. This was where the limousines had parked. I looked up and
tried to guess which one was ours.

“Tell me a
little about yourself,” he suggested.

“There is
nothing to tell. I'm just not that interesting.”

“Yes, you are.
Besides I want to hear everything, the good, the bad and the boring.”

“It would
mostly be the latter.”

He burst out
laughing and we walked off hand in hand.

In the end he had
to ask direct questions, which I all answered. When we returned to
the parking lot he knew that I had never met my father and that my
mom was a businesswoman and that my grandmother had been the one to
raise me. My mother had been like a weekend dad who spoiled me when
she was at home.

When I was twelve
my mother sent me to boarding school. Not because I had done
something wrong, but because my mother felt that my grandmother was
getting too old to be burdened with me on a daily basis.

I assured him
that I had been very good and that my grandmother had been mad about
losing my companionship.

He said that he
was sure that I had been really good for my grandmother. My being
good seemed to be very important to him.

A car pulled up
and a man got out, throwing the keys on the seat. He came over to
Tata and they hugged, slapping each other on their backs. They talked
for a bit and then Tata called me over to him. He introduced me in
another language and I reached out and shook the man's hand, as is
normal in Europe.

The men talked
and I turned away from them. No one was paying attention to me. The
men went in and Tata held the door for me. I was still holding the
door and they were talking and laughing.

I took a step
back and let the door fall. I went right to the car. I grabbed the
keys and locked the doors. I started the car and drove off. My heart
was pounding away so hard that it hurt as I went off the way the man
had come.

I drove fast and
a bit reckless, but I was sure that I had to hurry. I needed to get
off of his property and reach the police. The burden of saving
everyone laid on my shoulders, the other ten and maybe even the ones
who had been sold. Maybe they had kept records.

I drove to a gate
and jumped out to open it. They had someone watching the gate and he
tried to grab me. I darted back to the car and locked the door again.

He was trying to
open the door of the car. He pounded on the window and shook his fist
at me. I started the car and slowly drove off as he swore at me. At
least I think he was swearing, but he was definitely flipping me off.

I picked up speed
surprised at how big the estate had been.

I saw a yellow
sign with odd writing on it. It was probably the name of a town. The
number eight was written after it. That had to mean eight kilometers.
I turned that way and drove as fast as I could. What did I care if
the police stopped me? I was heading their way anyway.

I checked the gas
gage. It said half full. If this town didn't have a police station I
would drive on until I found one.

I was in town in
no time. The people were staring at me. I parked and asked for the
police in as many languages as I could. A man and woman both pointed
in the same direction. I got back in the car and drove that way.

I cried relieve
when I saw a sign that looked right. The word looked like the word
polite
. This was a good sign.

I parked again
and went in. It was indeed a police station. I went to a man reading
the newspaper.

He was looking me
up and down. He bent his newspaper to the side and motioned over his
shoulder and then he went back to his paper.

I stepped the way
he wanted me too. There was a man in an office. I knocked on his door
and he looked up surprised. He stood and said something.

“Do you speak
English?” I asked.

“Yes, a little
English.” He pointed to a chair.

I sat down and
caught my breath. “Fifty-two girls were kidnapped. They are keeping
us in a huge building about ten kilometers from here. We need help.
Do you understand me?”

He shook his head
no.

“Translator,
interpreter?” I asked, trying to find words that he would
understand.

He responded to
the word interpreter. He nodded and picked up the phone. The officer
called someone and looked at his watch. He laughed which really
scared me but I needed help and I couldn't be choosy in what form
that came in.

He called out to
the man at the front desk then he nodded at me and went back to work.