That day had started off like any other. If you had asked me in the morning if I expected anything at all out of the ordinary bicycle to bechance, I would experience shrugged and said no. I woke up at 7 AM, had breakfast, went to school, and was perfectly content with going home at the end of the day, watching some TV, and waiting to come out it all over again tomorrow. But that's not what ended up happening…

The principal job was the bullies. How misfortunate is that ? I mean, how many high school senior do you fuck who still get bullied ? Of course, it wasn't just me. to the highest degree people in my grade went in tacit dread of those minor. The ones who, for whatever reason, decided that their purpose at this stage of their lives is to hurt and torment others. Most hoi polloi were not legitimately afraid, but rather went in constant care, always subconsciously aware that while they had nothing to worry about for now, all that could change in the wink of an eye. Not me, though. For me and the various other students who had somehow ended up on the shit list of Josh, Tyler, and their posse, fear was the order of magnitude of the day. They beat us up. Stole from us. Humiliated us. The instructor didn't know about it ( we were afraid to tell them ) and the other students didn't care ( they were just glad it was us and not them ).

So that Friday, I come domicile in the good afternoon, trying to get to my room as inconspicuously as potential. My shirt sleeve is ripped, my lip is split, and I have a black eye. All in all, I look like I just got mugged. My parents are at study until previous at nighttime, so I figure I can just conceal out and deal with it on my own. But when I unlock the front end door and pass in, I'm not alone. My older Sister is sitting on the sofa, flipping through TV channels.

My sister, Alexa, is everything I'm not. She's lively and outgoing where I'm shy and introverted. She's passionate and dedicated where I'm a shirker. And while I'm very forgettable in footing of looks, Alexa is not. There was a abbreviated catamenia when she was a teenager during which she gained some system of weights. She hated it, and with her typical inscription, began an exercising schedule that took care of that problem for good. She kept at it, and was rewarded with a beautiful body : a matted stomach, toned thighs, a stave, fit laughingstock, and a thin waist. I was always covetous of how easygoing she made it look.

Anyway, I walk in and there she is. She was in her sophomore twelvemonth of college then, and was visiting for the weekend. She wanted to become a veterinarian ever since she first started watching beast Planet as a little kid. She looks up with a hopeful grin when I come in. It quickly turns to horror as she sees the DoS I'm in. Horrified, she starts asking all variety of inquiry about what happened to me, who did it, etc. motion I try to deflect and shrug off, but she's aught if not dogged. Plus, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out. She soon learns that I'm being bullied. Alexa doesn't point of view for these form of things. She gets that fierce, determined face in her eye, and tells me to go change right now. She tells me we're going to go get my stolen phone back from Tyler, and then we're going heterosexual person to the schooltime to necessitate action mechanism.

Obviously, I try to explain to her what a bad idea this is.

"These guys aren't regular, pain bullies,"I tell her."They actually just think hurting people is fun. They really just enjoy watching multitude suffer. Just drop it, I can get a new phone, I promise I'll avoid them from now on…"you get the idea. Anything I can believe of to stave off having to go see these guy again. Alexa isn't having any of it. She insists that this is the best way to lot with it, and that even if I don't do it, she's going to take care of this situation once and for all.
"Nobody messes with my minuscule sidekick like this,"she says, and just like that it's decided. I change and we leave together. I feel physically sick and terrified, but at the prison term, I honestly had a piddling bit of religion that maybe Alexa could actually deliver.

I know exactly where they are. They'll be drinking at Tyler's house, waiting for dark so they can go to bars and pledge some more. Sure enough, when we arrive, we can try euphony from outside the door. Alexa gives me a comforting smile, and rings the doorbell. The euphony stops.
It's Josh who opens the threshold. At foremost, he seems utterly confused. I'm definitely the conclusion person in the public he was expecting to see, especially adjacent to a pretty female child like Alexa. But his face quickly goes back to its usual cold scowl.

"What do you want ?"he asks. Before I can say anything, Alexa responds.

"I think you know perfectly well who he is. I'm his older sister, and from what I hear, you and I are going to have a problem."

If I didn't feel like throwing up, I might have appreciated how risible the situation looked. Josh is about six feet tall, a full 9 in improbable than Alexa. He also has 90 Irish pound on her, well-to-do. Still, she's standing there in a cute floral sundress, hands on her pelvic girdle, glaring bloody murder at him. He doesn't seem to know what to say, but by now, President Tyler has come to see what the armed robbery is. He's about the same size of it as Josh, but doesn't seem to lose the power to talk in this state of affairs. Instead, he looks slightly embarrassed and shuffles his foot awkwardly.

"Look, this just a mistake,"he says."Come in, I'll get you the earphone, and then we can just locomote on, okay ? We won't even talk to you guys anymore."
I couldn't have been more surprised if he'd have handed me a million dollars. This reaction was mind-bogglingly…reasonable. Looking back, that should suffer set off a G red flags in my creative thinker, but I'm so desperate to believe it that I push those headache aside. Alexa seems pleased that this is going so well. She beckons me to step inside, and I do it without thinking, as if in a haze. Josh closes the door behind us, and locks it. Now, I actually start to get queasy. Alexa hasn't noticed. She stands in the kitchen, waiting for Tyler to come back from his room, as Josh looks on silently.

John Tyler finally returns, holding my phone in his hand. He walks up to Alexa, acting perfectly born, holding it out for her. If things had just gone smoothly, we could have been home half an hour later watching TV. But it was too honorable to be true.

Quick as a serpent, Tyler jerks the phone away as Alexa goes to convey it, holding it above his head. He grins nastily as Alexa looks at him with contempt, clearly considering this to be quite childish and beneath her. She puts her helping hand on her rosehip again, and with no hint of friendliness, tells him to pass the telephone set back to her good now.

"Sure. But first, designate me your breast,"Tyler drawls, as casually as if he was asking about the weather. Alexa looks like she can't believe what she's hearing.

"excuse me ?"she asks in incredulous anger."What did you just say ?"

"Show. Me. Your. Tits."President Tyler repeats nonchalantly. At the stopping point Son, he actually reaches out for her pectus with his free hand. Alexa smacks it away, hard, before he can do to a greater extent than lightly brush against the fabric of her dress. She takes a step back, and looks as if she's about to absolutely go off on Tyler. But before she can say anything, he does it again. This time he commits a little to a greater extent, and his hand cups my sister's breasts before she can promote it off. Furious, Alexa slaps Tyler across the face. Hard.

I think she realizes she's made a error almost immediately. Tyler gives her a cold look like nothing human, the sort of look a consecutive orca might give his victims. Alexa steps back in sudden fear and discomfort, raising one hand in front of her as if to dish out as a warning. It doesn't work. fast than I would have believed, Tyler punches my sister in the gut with all his might. She's absolutely not expecting it, and Tyler is twice her sizing, so when it lands with a sickening thud, she has no chance.

She crumples to the flat coat, curled up holding her stomach. I cry out in shock and measure forward, but Josh grabs me from behind and tholepin my coat of arms to my slope. I'd have to work out every day for two old age before I would be strong enough to break that handle. So I just watch miserably as my sis lies on the ground, coughing uncontrollably. She struggles to get her breathing spell back, taking open-mouthed, rich gulping of air that don't seem to be making it to her lungs.
John Tyler paseo around her curled up body, looking down at his handiwork. He squats down beside her as she gasps for air and strokes her light Brown fuzz, tied up in a ponytail with a dark ribbon.

"Tyler,"I start weakly, unsure of what I'm going to say. But I know what's about to happen, and I have to try something. But before I can say anything else, Josh hits me hard in the back of the oral sex. My eyes water and my forefront swimming, and I say zippo more.

Instead, I watch in horror as Tyler turns my sister over onto her cover and straddles her, pinning her arms down to the earth. By now, she's recovered enough from the clout to set about to agitate back, but the size of it difference between them makes it an impossible task.

She struggles, trying in vain to turn over, to wander him off of her. She thrashes wildly, feet kicking, while Tyler just holds her munition and grins, taking his time. Alexa isn't screaming or saying anything. Her heart are wide in panic and terror, and the only if phone are grunts of travail as she struggles, or the occasional, frighten whimper oceanic abyss in her throat.

Tyler looks down at her, and speaks in an almost apologetic tone.

"You know, all I wanted was to see your tits,"he says, pushing her implements of war up over her pass. He holds down both her wrists with just one manus. The former slowly travels towards my sister's body, softly rubbing her breast as she cries out miserably and redoubles her cause to bunk.

John Tyler takes his clip, clearly enjoying the look on Alexa's aspect as she's violated and groped against her will. He gets rougher and rougher with her, shoving his hired man down the figurehead of her garb, squeezing and slapping her bosom while laughing. He lets go of her carpus, leans down and kisses her cervix. Alexa squeals and try to distort her soundbox away, beating down at the top of his head with unsympathetic fist. The bump are not even shut to bothersome for Tyler, but they are annoying him. Not only that, but now his epinephrine is going and he's aroused.

He hops off of Alexa, who immediately tries to wrestle away. She actually manages to agitate herself back a little bit, and it looks like she might be able to get back on her infantry. But Tyler is too fast. He grabs her ankle joint and she yelps as he yanks her back towards him. Almost effortlessly, he flips her over onto her stomach, and mounts her again. This time, his full weight is on her as he lies on top of her, bringing his lips right down beside her ear so he can talk.

By now, Alexa is sobbing desperately, as it's crystal clear what's about to occur to her. She still struggles, but she can barely move under Tyler's weight. She has found her vocalisation by now, but she's hyperventilating so backbreaking she can barely get words out. In between cocksucker, she begs Tyler not to hurt her, prepare to abandon all self-respect for a chance to keep off what comes next.

Tyler takes his time, listening to her pleas with an amused grin. Then, he clamps one hired hand down over her mouth, silencing her. With the other, he gently strokes Alexa's hair, thoroughly enjoying the moment.

"Shhh, don't cry,"he whispers to her in a convolute mockery of a loving musical note."I don't like when miss cry. I'm not going to hurt you, piffling one,"he assures her, placing a buss on her cheek for stress. Alexa is quiet except for her terrify heaving, eyes wide. I'm not sure if she thought he was grievous, but if she did, it didn't endure long.

Tyler suddenly stops stroking her oral sex, and his voice change back to his dangerous tone.

"Oh, except for the contribution where I tear your wet little ass in half,"he adds, as if he had only just remembered. Alexa thigh-slapper, new teardrop rolling down her impudence. Her cry is muffled by the hand around her mouth. Tyler's other deal reaches down to the hem of her dress and slides underneath, moving up to her ass and stroking it while she cries.

"Do you like getting fucked in the ass ?"Tyler asks loudly."You want to get fuck right hand now ? Huh ? Answer me, you niggling snatch ! You like getting fucked in the ass ?"

Each repetition of the question is punctuated with a loud slap on her ass. He finally lifts his other hand from her sass and asks again, practically yelling it in her ear. His other paw is still playing with her ass underneath her dress.

"N-no, no, please no…"Alexa manages to get out through her crying, nothing in her tone but terror and despair. President Tyler laughs out loud and covers her sassing with his hand again as her cries start to chafe him.

"I won't do it if you admit you're a dumb little prostitute who never should have come here,"he finally tells her."When I let go of your font, all you have to do is explain to me that you're just a stupe slut who never should have tried to jazz with me, and I won't trauma you. Pinky promise."

I'm not sure what I was expecting when he lets go. If I thought she wouldn't be capable to say anything, or whether she'd tell him to go fuck himself, or what. The whole thing is a mint of incoherent particular in my idea. Some affair I can't remember at all, like the color of the walls, or what time it was. But former things I remember quite vividly, like what she actually says.

"I'm a dumb whore !"She blurts out in a high squeal the second he lifts his mitt."I-I-I'm a stupid slut who never…who never should have come here…I-I made a misunderstanding, please, please, please let me go, I-I'm a speechless trivial cyprian, I…"

She can barely get the countersign out, she's talking so fast. The desperate, miserable lady friend clinging to any hope of escape is a far cry from my defiant, protective former sister who rang the doorbell not too long ago. Tyler starts stroking her hair's-breadth again, and brings his sass down to her ear.

"Yes, yes you are."He says quietly, calmly."And do you know what happens to dumb little whores ?"He doesn't bother to hold off for a response before answering himself."They get fucked in the ass."

In her panic, it's make that what he said doesn't quite register with Alexa at first. But the signification is made exculpated when John Tyler jumps to his feet with a sudden burst of manic energy. He puts a foot on Alexa's neck so she can't get up and pulls down his pants and boxers. His dick is Brobdingnagian, and sway backbreaking with all the"foreplay"he's been doing. He lies down on top of Alexa again, holding her back talk with one hand and hiking up her dress with the former.

He pulls down her step-in. They're cute, close pink cotton plant, with a trivial bow on the front. When he pulls them down, Alexa panic again. Her shaking hands desperately reach back, fumbling around in a fruitless try to pull her dress back down and her underwear back up. Her eyes widen, looking around desperately for something, anything to write her. Her metrical foot kick on the floor frantically, and from the muted noises, it's obvious that she's trying to talk into Tyler's handwriting, begging him to hold back. But it's too late.

President Tyler pushes his dick, un-lubed and bareback, into my babe with one sinewy knife thrust. Alexa's stifled plea are immediately cut short in a stifled, high squeal. For a brief second base, Tyler rests, buried as far as he can possibly go in her ass. Alexa is tacit as well, lying completely still. The only if phone is their breathing, Tyler's deep and slow, and Alexa's sharp and quick. Then the moment passes.

Tyler slowly pulls out of her and then pushes himself back in, his hips hitting Alexa's ass with every forceful thrusting. Alexa has stopped trying to beg, and now only cries out without word of honor every time Tyler's body slams back against her, eyes scrunched up in agony.

I can see her picayune body tremble with each thrust, but Tyler seems aim only on going even harder. He's lying completely on top of her, his face right next to hers as he pumps away. Alexa can barely breathe from a combination of electric shock, pain, and being physically crushed under his weight.

Then Tyler stops for a second to catch his intimation. He sits up, kneeling behind Alexa's barely moving eubstance. Her ass is badly bruised from the beating it's suffered. Her oral fissure opens as if to scream or cry, but only a pitiful little skreak escapes.

Tyler gives her little chance to recover. Grabbing her hip, he pulls her up onto all fours. Alexa barely has the durability to balk anymore, except to desperately escape from her head as if that will block him. But her backtalk is loose now and she can actually suspire, so when he penetrates her from nates again, she squeals with every violent driving force.

The new position seems to take given new DOE to John Tyler, and he attacks poor people Alexa savagely. His correctly hand holds her ponytail, wrenching her head back, forcing her back to arch as far as it will go. The other hand grabs one of her wrists and twists her arm painfully behind her. It looks like he's going to separate it. Alexa's face is contorted in agony, and when, after respective long minute of arc, he lets go, she can barely put any system of weights on the arm.

Not that it matters anyway. Feeling stopping point to finished, Tyler grabs her by the berm and military force her head back down to the solid ground. He shoves her font hard into the tile, pressing down her cheek on the story so she can see her rapist on top of her out of the box of her eye.

He increases the pace and power of his stab, pulling her back into him by the articulatio humeri as he thrusts his hips forward. Alexa is yanked back and forth violently, hands beating helplessly against the floor.

And then, after what seems like an infinity, Tyler gives one live thrust, the bass one yet, and grunt in satisfaction as he ejaculates cryptical inside my sister. He holds it in place for a few seconds, then pulls out of her. There's rip on his dick.

Alexa lies motionless except for indocile shivering on the kitchen base. Tyler gets up and puts his clothes back on, whistling casually to himself. He takes a few endorsement to trance his hint, then looks over to where I'm being held by Josh, horrified and silent.

"Not bad,"Tyler tells me with a grinning."Your sister's a squeamish piece of ass."I'm struck dumb, unable to say anything. At the metre, the whole thing felt like a nightmare I was going to wake up from any second.

"See, I think she likes me !"Tyler adds with a cheeky smiling as he looks at Alexa lying on her stomach, hands reaching slowly, clumsily behind her, trying to pull her torn and ruined panties back up her numb, bruised stage. Then he turns to Josh."Listen man, what's mine is yours. I know you don't thinker sloppy minute, so go help yourself !"

They switch attitude, John Tyler holding me down while Josh walking over to Alexa. She barely resists as he climbs on top of her. She quietly whines, like a kicked pup, as she gets penetrated again. He fucks her without feeling or forgivingness, as if she was a sex bird or a fleshlight. Alexa just lies there and takes it. I 'm not certain if she was even witting at that compass point.

At this point, I think I passed out, because I can't think back much more during this other than those piteous, broken little whines, and Tyler laughing in my ear.
Next thing I remember, Alexa and I are standing up in the keep room of Tyler's firm. Josh is glaring silently from a corner, while Tyler speaks.
"So, are we fucking take in about everything I said ?"He demands. I say yes, trying only to get the Hell out of here as soon as possible. Alexa doesn't say anything, staring at her metrical foot, until Tyler grabs her chin with his hand and forces her to reckon up at him. She starts to cry again as she gives a quavering nod and John Tyler lets her go.

Alexa looks speculative than I could own imagined. Her dress is dingy and lacerated, hanging off her go away berm where the strap tore. Her arm has a distinct handprint bruise from Tyler, and her pegleg are bruised as well. Her knees are scraped and bleeding. Her tomentum is a mess as well, and regretful of all, there's a thin drip of stock and semen running down the spinal column of her leg. When I look away, I notice that there 's semen in her hair too. They must have done more to her after I passed out. She's visibly trembling and any movement looks like it's agony to her.

Tyler seems to be giving concluding warnings before letting us go. He knows I could never separate anyone. He's screw me for years. He knows that I'm a coward. Therefore, my monition are brief and to the dot. Then he approaches Alexa menacingly.

He stands flop in strawman of her, and softly raises a hand to her look, turning it upwardly to look at him. His other paw caresses her chest, down to her waist and her ass, running possessively over her ruined torso.

"Don't tell anybody what happened here, sweetheart,"he whispers softly, stroking her side with the back of his fingerbreadth."If you do, I'm going to have sex you again. I'm going to have intercourse you even harder, you sweet little squawk. Do you want that ?"

tears rolling down her face, Alexa gives an almost imperceptible milkshake of her head. Tyler tut tuts.

"That's not good enough. I asked you if you want me to await until your sore little cocksucker heals up and then tear it apart again. Why don't you say, no, I don't want that ?"

For a sec I'm terrified that it won't body of work, and he'll hurt her again. But then Alexa opens her mouthpiece and quietly manages to whimper what she needs to say to get away from him.

"N-no, I…don't w-want that…"

Tyler's grin broadens."Good, because even if you did, no one would trust a stupid little whore like you anyway, would they ? Would they ?"

"No,"Alexa whispered obediently, staring at her ft with her deal folded demurely in forepart of her again.

"Why wouldn't they believe you ?"

"Because…because I'm a stupid little whore."

"That's right. Now get the roll in the hay out of here, you two."
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That was about five eld ago. Tyler is doing 25 to life now on a number of bang. Josh is doing 15 in exchange for ratting on Tyler.

Alexa was deeply damaged by what happened to her. She ended up dropping out of school day, and had job with drugs and alcoholic drink. Our parents never knew why all of this happened, so they weren't very supportive. She was a stripper for a year or two, and I know she starred in some low budget amateur pornos when she was low on money. Recently she's starting to get her asshole back together though, and with hatful of therapy and supporter, she's gon na be okay.

Anyway, my therapist said telling the whole story would be helpful to help me bring around, so here it is, I guess. It's something I can never bury .