Class Trip

by Burns, Rachel

  Tata had to leave again and I was alone with his family. He called Maria often and spoke to her but never to me. He gave her instructions and asked what I was eating.

  Tata had said he would be home in time for Christmas before he left. Christmas was just a few days away.

  I wasn't pregnant. Tanya was and she hated it. She was starting to show. They were using her to make those kinds of films but on the whole they were being very easy on her. She had to help out too but not as much as I did. Maria had made it very clear that I wasn't allowed to wait on her.

  They wanted me to stay away from her. I didn't. She spoke English like me and it was really nice to talk to someone my own age in my own language.

  “Angel, I'm home.” Tata came in and saw that I was talking with Tanya. We were in the cafeteria together. He paused when he saw Tanya.

  “Tata,” I smiled at him wondering if I was in trouble.

  He held out his hand to me and I went to him. He took hold of me tightly. “Tanya, I'm sure you have chores to take care of.”

  Tata pulled me out and up to our room. He sat down on the bed and pulled me over his knees. He gave me several sharp smacks. “I don't want you to spend time with her. She isn't the right kind of friend for you to have,” he scolded.

  “But, she is the only one around who is my age and she speaks English.”

  He spanked even harder. “She isn't up to your standard. Do I need to get the cane for you to understand me?”

  “No, Tata, I'll stay away from her.” It was breaking my heart to say that.

  “Promise me.”

  I really thought about that. It was a lot to promise.

  Tata sighed and he was starting to move me off to the side. He probably wanted to get a cane. “I promise, Tata, I promise. I'll stay away from her,” I sobbed desperately.

  He laid me back over his knees and continued to spank me. “You are a fine young lady and she is just a naughty girl. She was with that boy even though they weren't married and he didn't even love her. You are very loved and you can't be traipsing about with her kind or you won't be sweet anymore. Have I made myself clear?” He was putting all his strength into those blows and lecturing as he spanked. I was hopping up and down on his lap and trying to get away from him.

  He stopped and moved me so he was looking in his eyes.

  “I'm sorry. Tata. I didn't want to make you mad and have to spank me the minute you came home.”

  He hugged me tightly and kissed me. “I missed you.”

  Tata told me what had all happened and what he had experienced while he was away. He told me that he loved to travel. He was tired of bringing people here.

  My Tata wanted to really enjoy the cities he visited. He wanted to show me the world. I just wanted him to hold me tight and talk to me. I told him that and he laughed at me.

  He asked me how I was feeling and if I had gotten my period. I had to admit that I had. He was a bit disappointed but he got over it right away.

  It was getting hard for me to think about anything else. I wanted a baby. I was hoping that it fill in the hole that was still in my heart from the last baby.

  Tata brought home a tree that he had chopped down himself. His mother and I decorated it. There was going to be a Christmas auction and Tata said that all the girls were going to be gone before Christmas. The ones that weren't virgins were going to be sold as slaves.

  He responded to my worried face, immediately. They would be going to a palace where the guards weren't allowed to marry. They needed women for them. He insisted that the girls would have especially nice lives there. The men put women on pedestals and worship them. Almost as much as he worshiped me, he told me.

  They had reached their goal. They had enough money to quit. Whatever the magical number was he had obtained it.

  Tata told me that we would leave right after Christmas. He wouldn't tell me where we were going. He said we would go everywhere.

  What would my life look like in a year? Would I be a mother? Would I be happy or would things turn bad again?

  Chapter 13

  I was standing in the kitchen slowly filling champagne into glasses. The maid would carry them to the men who were bidding for the last batch of girls. I wasn't allowed anywhere near them.

  A man had arrived to buy the non-virgins. He was also just a slave. I couldn't understand why he didn't try to runaway. He couldn't love his owner like I loved Tata. What made him stay, I wondered.

  At the moment he was sitting in the main hall drinking some sort of beer. He had men around him like he was very important. He liked to stare at me. It made me very uncomfortable. His eyes were constantly on me. I figured that there wasn't a moment in the day when he couldn't say where I was. He probably knew where everyone was, but he had tried to buy me several times. He would point at me and say how much?

  Tata would say I wasn't for sale and step in front of me. He scolded me not to be alone with him. He told me you couldn't trust anyone in this business. I hoped that I could trust Tata.

  Of course I could. He was my loving Tata. If he hadn't wanted to keep me he could have sold me. He had plenty of chances to get rid of me and he never did. In fact, he came and got me so the police couldn't hurt me.

  My Tata loved me.

  Maria looked down at me. “Go to bed. Stay there.”

  I nodded at her. I knew that she was tired. She had been up with Tonya, talking to her and making sure she didn't do anything to herself. She was being sold tonight too. Because we were quitting she needed a new home.

  Tonya was informed that her new master would be the one deciding what happened with her and her child. She was worried about the baby. She meant it when she said that she never wanted to see the baby. I couldn't understand her hostility. I hadn't loved Tata when I lost the baby but I would have done anything to keep the baby safe. How could a mother not love her child?

  I washed my hands and left the kitchen.

  The second I opened the door I could feel the slave's eyes on me. They followed me to the opposite door. I was a little relieved when I walked through the door and I was out of sight.

  I went up to bed and cuddled up with Carrots.

  Tata woke me up with kisses. I was giggling before my eyes had even opened. “Wake up sleeping beauty. Your Tata wants to make love with you.”

  “Tata, are they gone? All of them?”

  “Yes, they are all gone. The staff cleaned up last night and left too. Just the family is left. Today someone is coming to buy the property and then we'll pack up and leave too. I'll take you to your new home tomorrow. However we will make love here and now.” He sounded so strict.

  “Yes, Tata.” I tried to match his strict tone but I was beaming at him. I moved so I was lying on my back. I opened my legs so he could lie down in between them.

  The bed creaked terribly as he moved around. He lay down on top of me and kissed my neck. “You are a very good little girl. Tata is very pleased with you.”

  I smiled at him. I was nervous about everything, absolutely everything. I was so afraid of the unknown.

  I gasped as Tata entered me. I always did. It was like I was surprised that it could feel that good each time. “Oh, Tata.” The tips of my fingers covered my mouth.

  “This is nice isn't it?”

  “Yes, Tata. It's very nice.”

  He was moving and the bed was squeaking. I hated that. The whole house knew it when we made love. The bed would squeak and I would blush red until it didn't matter or bother me anymore. There came a moment when all reason would melt away from me. I didn't care about the speaking and didn't care who heard us. I just wanted more.

  I knew that Tata was especially good in bed. He had been practicing most of his life. He even called it the family business. But he also knew my body in the meantime. He knew what got the quickest reaction out of me. He made love and whispered in my ear that I was best the thing that had ever happened to him.

  Tata told me that he was pleased that he had found me
. He didn't want to have to live without me.

  My hands moved to his shoulders. I was circling them. “Don't stop, Tata,” I begged.

  “No, don't worry. I won't.” He sat back on his heels. His penis was still inside of me. He flicked his hips and pushed deeper inside. He did it like he did everything, quickly. I was gasping in pleasure, literally crying.

  The faster he went the harder it was for me to think about anything but what he was doing. “I love you,” I called out.

  He went even faster. My mind felt like it was going to explode. All of my thoughts circled around my building orgasm. I wanted it so badly now.

  My fingers went stiff, they curled up and grabbed onto his wrists.

  “Breathe, breathe into it. You can do it. Relax and breathe.”

  My head was thrashing from side to side. “I'm so close.”

  “That's right. Let it happen.”

  A beautiful feeling washed over me. I pressed myself up and into his body, trying to make the most of my orgasm, while he lay back down on top of me and kissed me.

  He moved my face away from mine to allow more air in. I was gasping and panting as my heart slowly started to relax.

  Then he started in again so fast that I had to whimper. “Tata.” I looked him in the eyes like I was begging for mercy.

  He grinned at me but he didn't stop.

  I didn't think that he would stop but I needed him to know that I was very aware of what he was doing.

  “I'm never going to sleep with another woman again, just you. So I will do right by you.”

  “Okay,” I lamely answered.

  That made him grin at me. Tata thought everything I did was cute. He loved me hard and fast until he came. When he was finished he bounced out of bed and took hold of me by my hands. “I'm an honest man now,” he told me as he looked in my eyes.

  I could see that this was a big moment in his life and that he wanted to share it with me. He had been born into this line of work. It hadn't been a conscious choice that he had made. His choice had been to stop. He wanted to be a better person.

  He needed to hear my approval. “I'm so happy for you, Tata. I don't have to worry about you anymore.”

  He smiled like a little boy being praised by his teacher. “You never have to worry about anything ever again. I'll take care of you.” He looked proud of himself.

  I could see that he wanted me to like him. He was so different with me. I could see that he needed love and that my words could easily hurt him. I was the one with the power. The power was only mine because he had given me power. “Thank you for taking such good care of me, Tata.”

  “Of course.” He hugged me to his body.

  It was then that I realized that he needed innocence in his life. I could hardly imagine what he had all seen in his life. He probably had had a terrible childhood. Now he wanted me to bring innocence into his life. He needed something that was pure and real, something that he could hold onto too.

  I would be that for him.

  After we were showered we met in the living room. Both of his brothers had chosen girls to keep to. They weren't adjusted yet. They just looked scared. Tata's brothers had just picked them out of the last batch of girls. Neither wanted virgins. They weren't in love with the girls.

  We all went down to eat breakfast together. The spoke in their native language and I couldn't understand them.

  Later Tata told me that they were worried about their mother. She wasn't telling them what she was doing with her share of the money. It was clear that she wanted a clean break from this life, including a break from them. I wondered where she would go and if we would ever see her again.

  I figured that would be another blow to Tata's ego, one that he wouldn't recover from easily. His own mother was going to turn her back on him. So much was happening that I had to make up for. I needed to be there for him and help feel good about himself.

  After breakfast Tata was off and running again. He met with a Realtor and was able to sell the property to someone who wanted to make a real spa out of it. I stayed off in the shadows. Tata didn't want anyone to see me. He told me that I was so pretty anyone would want to take me away from him.

  “Sandra,” Tata called out to me. I hated to leave my dog but he had sold them along with the house saying that they would protect the grounds. I was throwing his ball for him and scratching him behind his ears like he liked. I didn't want to leave him, but I didn't want a spanking from Tata either.

  I ran into Tata's arms and bawled on his shoulder. I begged him to take the dog along with us but he remained firm, saying where we were going we couldn't take a dog along with us.

  I informed him that I didn't want to go anywhere where a dog wasn't welcome. I received a sharp smack on my backside for my efforts. “Enough. I dog will be happier here than with us.”

  I frowned and looked down at my feet. He might be right but I didn't want to hear it. I really loved my dog.

  “Sandra. You don't need a dog anymore. I will have time for you now.”

  That wasn't the same thing. He was just proving it by saying that. “Still. He needs me. He is going to think that I don't care.”

  Tata hugged me again and pulled me inside. We went through the whole house, combing over it, looking for anything that might be forgotten. I figured that we were looking for evidence. There should be no trace left behind that we were here.

  When that was finished it was time to eat again. We ate in standing in the kitchen. No one said anything. Even the two new girls sensed that this moment didn't need to be commented on.

  Maria looked at her sons and then back into her bowl several times. She didn't say anything to them. They were all grown up and they didn't need her anymore. She had been with them longer than a mother normally would be with her babies.

  When she was finished eating she started to wash up the dishes. I went to her and helped her. Would she have a maid to do things like that for her in the future, would I?

  I figured that Tata was taking me somewhere where criminal could live and hide out without having to worry about the country handing him over if he ever got caught. We would have a small apartment or a house. We would have a child and pretend to be normal. No one would know that I wasn't his lawfully wedded wife and that he was my captor.

  Everyone quietly said goodnight. Tata held onto my hand tightly. His brothers were having problems with their wives. They weren't in love. They didn't even like them. I had the best looking of the three.

  Before we went into our room everyone agreed to meet in the living room at six in the morning. We would see each other sooner because of the bathroom that we shared but the idea was to exchange presents and then take off.

  I asked Tata if he would ever see his brothers again. He just shrugged. At times I thought that they were very close but in moments like this one I thought that they didn't care.

  We could hear crying and smacking through the thin walls. One of his brothers was going at his wife. They were just so different from us. Tata would only hit me as a punishment. His brothers liked to hit as part of their routine.

  I hoped that Tata didn't want to make love. I didn't feel up to it.

  I sat on our bed and watched him packing up his things. Some things he sorted out, most of his things actually. Those went into huge plastic bags. The rest he folded and placed in a suitcase. He didn't seem to be in a hurry. When he was finished all of our things were in two suitcases.

  He got completely undressed and then he motioned that I should stand up and go to him. I did, knowing that he would want to undress me now. He pulled the covers back and we got in. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me into his body tightly.

  “Keep in mind we can't come back. Make sure you have Carrots before we leave.”

  “Yes, Tata.” I had to wonder if he would prefer it if I called him Daddy. It didn't matter. Tata had been branded into my head. I couldn't look at him and say anything else. It was too late for something like that.


  It was still dark when Tata nudged me. “Wake up. We're leaving soon.”

  I nodded and got out of the bed. Tata was already dressed and ready to go. He had probably been waiting for this day all of his life. This was his chance to quit and be honest. Of course with the money that he had been tucking away.

  I went to take a quit shower before anyone could interrupt me.

  The house was very quiet but I could hear Maria moving around in her room. The tree had a couple thin, wrapped up presents under it, nothing worth waiting for. I wished that we had taken off yesterday. I didn't know where we were going but this limbo was uncomfortable.

  I feared that they would hurt Tata by not saying goodbye to him. My Tata wasn't as tough as he pretended. If he were he wouldn't need me in his life. But he did need me. He needed me a whole lot. It was my job to make him feel better about himself.

  I was glad that I never met his father. I was glad that he had died before I came along. He was most likely a very cold and hard man who didn't care about anyone but himself. He hadn't been a good father to Tata.

  Tata had everything packed and ready. He was sitting on the bed holding Carrots when I returned. “Make sure you don't forget him. We are never coming back here. No matter what.”

  Yes, Tata. I reached for my bunny and took it from him. I was still naked from my shower. I wasn't sure what to do. If I set Carrots down he might scold me. I didn't want that.

  I went to the clothes that I chosen to wear today. I pinned Carrots between my body and my arm, as I got dressed. Then I turned to Tata. That was it. I was ready to go.

  “Let's wait in the living room.” Tata looked so unsure too.

  He carried out our luggage while I made the bed. Tata came back and went through all of his drawers and looked under the bed. This room was never much to begin with but it had been his all his life. It was so void of personality. It just suited the most basic needs and said nothing about the person who lived in it.