Chapter 3: The New Start

Bela woke up to her father’s voice. “Bellllllllaaa, wake up sleeping beauty,” he called out from her doorway. Her eyes fluttered open, still heavy lidded with sleep, then she smiled at him to let him know she was really awake, and he turned and left.

Bela was a bit hungover, but not too bad. She had good genes, probably from her Russian ancestors, which meant that even when she totally overdid it, her hangovers were mild and faded quickly compared to her friends. She didn’t drink often, but when she did it was usually to excess and the drugs had not helped either. Even so, she sat up slowly, glad her curtains shut out the direct glare of the sun. She slid a cigarette out of the half empty pack on her night-stand and fumbled her lighter to flame and took her first lung-full of thick burning smoke for the day. She’d started smoking for a specific reason, and hadn’t really counted on how quickly she’d get hooked, or how her habit would grow out of control so easily. She gave a vague mental shrug as she thought about how badly her cravings were growing. Thinking about bad stuff always gave her a headache. She blew out a thin stream of smoke into the morning light, and quickly took another deep drag on the Newport 100. When she’d smoked the cigarette down to the filter, she sighed, stubbed it out in her overflowing ashtray, and slide out from under the bedding and stood up. She stretched her lithe body with her arms up over her head and rose up on her toes. She felt numerous regions being sore and stiff and her pussy seemed to be the worst.

“Hell, what had they done to me last night and why am I stark naked?” her mind echoed. Next she noticed the heavily stained towel on her bed.

Is this..., this can’t be...

Looking closer at herself she noticed been fucked utterly raw. ‘Damned, what has gotten into Tom Last night?’ She thought to herself.

‘And how had she got home?

Britini was as hammered as I was, and Tom has no car – so, who had brought me home?

Who stripped me?

Who cleaned me up?’

Her mind was reeling.

She took a few Aspirin, showered, and shaved. Bela noticed and wondered as some cream had been applied to her sore holes already. Nevertheless, she did rinse both of her throbbing orifices thoroughly out with the shower-head.

Once she dried off, she applied another round of the healing cream that was thoughtfully placed at her night stand.

Whoever had brought her along seemed to care. She lit up another Newport 100, and did her hair and makeup, before dressed in her outfit she’d picked out several days ago for travel. Expensive designer denim cut-offs, a filmy red off-the-shoulders peasant top that was short enough to show her stomach and navel ring, and low-cut displaying the tops of her breasts, and a pair of platform sandals with red straps. She wanted to look her best.

She checked herself in her big mirror and approved her look once more.

Then she went for a simpler day outfit. A T-Shirt with a low cut v-neck, some mid-tight pleated skirt and one inch high plateau sandals.

Even this looked great in her dainty body. Especially when the kinky cut in that skirt made her leg flash up to the hips. Happy for now she headed downstairs, trying to walk as little bow-legged as possible.

She could smell the espresso before she made it to the kitchen, where she happily took the triple shot espresso her dad held out to her. She lit another cigarette while she sipped the strong caffeinated drink. Her mom came down and gave an involuntary frown at the cigarette in Bela’s slim fingers that Bela pretend to not notice.

“You all ready for the trip at 2 p.m. honey?” she asked Bela, while getting her own espresso. “Yup mom! I just need dad to put my bag in the car, and grab my purse and I’m all set!” Bela said excitedly. Her mom squeezed her shoulder and gave her a kiss on her head.

Bela went up to her room to sort her thoughts when she noticed the note on her desk: Call Tyrone!

Nothing more. Just these two words.

Bela wrecked her brain, but did not remember any guy called Tyrone.

She took her phone and checked for new messages - and there he was. Last night she had send tons of pictures and vids to a bloke called Tyrone.

Opening the conversation, her heart skipped a beat. The first picture showed her airy body wedged in a pile of freshman doing her from all angles.

Some she recognised, some were strangers, but all were sharing the same body, hers...

There were quite a lot of the same content, but then the scenery changed.

A massive black dick was draped across her in contrast to her rather pale back, its tip reaching up to her shoulder blades. Next that monstrous thing was wedged between her butt cheeks. Then it had parted her labia - and boy, did they look strained.

The next file was a Video and her trembling fingers lowered the volume, as her strained voice did grunt and moaned low, while that beast got worked deeper and deeper into her airy frame.

Belas mouth was dry, when that thing made it nearly all the way in, before finally humping her in earnest. More pictures of her enraptured face made her eyes water in shame and disgust. But some of the next vids did proof that she came hard, while being skewered on that fat tool.

She nearly dropped her phone, when it chimed, telling she’s got some text.

Trembling all over she flicked it open.

“Come to your garden gate, now! Tyrone”

His profile picture showed a massive bloke, black as ebony - it was HIM.

Looking out of her bedroom window, she saw a car parked in the shadow next to the gate and she knew this was him waiting for her.

OMG, he had everything to blackmail me! Her mind hammered as she sheepishly walked down and out.

He did welcome her with a huge smile. Surprisingly it was neither nasty nor smug, just an open smile.

“Hi Bela!” his low voice rumbled, “Hope you are fine after this rough night?”

Again she wondered as there was no sarcasm, just genuine interest. This surprised her even more. For the first time she dared to look into his eyes,
just to find them smiling warmly at her as his mouth did.

Bela let some of her pent up tension go and got closer.

“What do you want from me?” she barked, harsher than she intended this to sound, but he seemed to be unfazed.

She noticed some imprints on the dusty bonnet. Two showed the outline of her face, a bigger number were her hands and in the centre was the blurred outline of her frame. Knowing exactly what had blurred this shape made her feel sick.

Him talking again, made Bela snap back into reality.

“I found an appointment in your calendar for most of the school break.
So I knew we had to talk now.” He seemed to look for words, before he continued.

“Look, there is tons of humiliating footage of you out in the open. By the time you return to school, each and every male and most of the girls have seen you been gang-banged while high as a kite.”

Bela gulped, he was right.

“Your friend Tom is a coward! First he left you behind, free to abuse by everyone in your half-naked and drugged state.

Secondly, he came along bringing some Coke much later. He found and witnessed me popping your tiny ass, but all he did was to stare for a while
and then vanish. He did not go for help, he dumped you!”