Class Trip by Rachel Burns Page A

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.

Chapter 7

    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