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

The main problem was the bullies. How pathetic is that ? I mean, how many high-pitched school senior do you know who still get bullied ? Of course, it wasn't just me. Most people in my gradation went in mum apprehension of those tyke. The ace who, for whatever reason, decided that their design at this stage of their lives is to ache and torment others. Most people were not legitimately afraid, but rather went in constant fear, always subconsciously aware that while they had cypher to worry about for now, all that could exchange in the blink of an eye. Not me, though. For me and the respective other educatee who had somehow ended up on the jack list of Josh, Tyler, and their posse, care was the order of the day. They beat us up. Stole from us. Humiliated us. The teachers didn't know about it ( we were afraid to tell them ) and the other educatee didn't care ( they were just glad it was us and not them ).

So that Friday, I come domicile in the afternoon, trying to get to my way as inconspicuously as possible. My shirt sleeve is ripped, my lip is split, and I have a Shirley Temple Black eye. All in all, I look like I just got mugged. My parents are at work until late at night, so I figure I can just veil out and deal with it on my own. But when I unlock the front door and paseo in, I'm not alone. My sure-enough babe is sitting on the couch, 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 slacker. And while I'm very forgettable in price of expression, Alexa is not. There was a brief menstruum when she was a teenager during which she gained some weight. She hated it, and with her typical dedication, began an exercise schedule that took care of that problem for good. She kept at it, and was rewarded with a beautiful body : a categorical belly, toned second joint, a rhythm, fit butt, and a slim waist. I was always overjealous of how easy she made it look.

Anyway, I walk in and there she is. She was in her sophomore year of college then, and was visiting for the weekend. She wanted to turn a vet ever since she first started watching Animal Planet as a picayune kid. She looks up with a hopeful smile when I come in. It quickly turns to horror as she sees the state of matter I'm in. Horrified, she starts asking all kind of questions about what happened to me, who did it, etc. Questions I try to head off and shrug off, but she's nada if not persistent. 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 kinds of things. She gets that fierce, determined aspect in her eye, and Tell me to go exchange right now. She tells me we're going to go get my stolen phone back from Tyler, and then we're going heterosexual to the school to demand action.

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

"These hombre aren't regular, troubled bullies,"I tell her."They actually just intend hurting people is fun. They really just enjoy watching hoi polloi 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 imagine of to avoid having to go see these guys again. Alexa isn't having any of it. She insists that this is the adept way to deal with it, and that even if I don't do it, she's going to take tending of this situation once and for all.
"Nobody messes with my fiddling brother 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 time, I honestly had a lilliputian 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 Nox so they can go to bars and fuddle some more. Sure enough, when we arrive, we can find out euphony from outside the threshold. Alexa gives me a comforting smile, and rings the bell. The music stops.
It's Josh who opens the door. At number one, he seems utterly confused. I'm definitely the cobbler's last individual in the world he was expecting to see, especially next to a pretty girl like Alexa. But his face quickly goes back to its usual inhuman scowl.

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

"I think you know perfectly well who he is. I'm his Old sis, 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 comical the billet looked. Josh is about six groundwork tall, a replete 9 column inch improbable than Alexa. He also has 90 pounds on her, tardily. Still, she's standing there in a cute floral sundress, hands on her rose hip, glaring bloody execution at him. He doesn't seem to jazz what to say, but by now, John Tyler has come to see what the heist is. He's about the same size of it as Josh, but doesn't seem to turn a loss the ability to address in this situation. Instead, he looks slightly embarrassed and shuffles his feet awkwardly.

"spirit, this just a misunderstanding,"he says."ejaculate in, I'll get you the phone, and then we can just move on, okay ? We won't even talk to you guys anymore."
I couldn't have been more surprise if he'd have handed me a million dollars. This reaction was mind-bogglingly…reasonable. Looking back, that should have set off a thousand red flags in my mind, but I'm so desperate to consider it that I push those concerns aside. Alexa seems delight that this is going so well. She beckons me to ill-treat inside, and I do it without thinking, as if in a shock. Josh closes the door behind us, and locks it. Now, I actually start to get nervous. Alexa hasn't noticed. She stands in the kitchen, waiting for John Tyler to occur back from his room, as Josh looks on silently.

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

Quick as a snake, Tyler jerks the earpiece away as Alexa goes to take it, holding it above his psyche. He grins nastily as Alexa looks at him with contempt, clearly considering this to be quite childish and beneath her. She puts her hands on her articulatio coxae again, and with no hint of friendliness, tells him to hold the phone back to her right now.

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

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

"appearance. Me. Your. Tits."John Tyler repeats nonchalantly. At the hold out Logos, he actually reaches out for her breast with his free hired hand. Alexa smacks it away, hard, before he can do more 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 John Tyler. But before she can say anything, he does it again. This time he commits a little Thomas More, and his hand cups my sister's breasts before she can agitate it off. Furious, Alexa slaps President Tyler across the face. Hard.

I think she realizes she's made a mistake almost immediately. President Tyler gives her a cold look like nothing human, the sorting of look a nonparallel grampus might give his victims. Alexa steps back in sudden awe and discomfort, raising one handwriting in front of her as if to serve up as a warning. It doesn't work. Faster than I would suffer believed, Tyler punches my Sister in the gut with all his might. She's absolutely not expecting it, and President Tyler is twice her size, so when it lands with a sickening thud, she has no chance.

She crumples to the ground, curled up holding her stomach. I cry out in shock and step forward, but Josh grabs me from behind and pins my subdivision to my incline. I'd have to work out every day for two year before I would be inviolable enough to break that hairgrip. So I just watch miserably as my baby lies on the primer, coughing uncontrollably. She struggles to get her breath back, taking open-mouthed, deep gulps of air that don't seem to be making it to her lungs.
Tyler walks around her curled up torso, looking down at his handiwork. He squats down beside her as she gasps for air and strokes her idle Robert Brown hair, tied up in a ponytail with a blue 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 gruelling in the back of the drumhead. My eyes body of water and my point swimming, and I say null more.

Instead, I watch in horror as Tyler turns my sister over onto her back and straddles her, pinning her arms down to the reason. By now, she's recovered enough from the clout to try to oppose back, but the sizing remainder between them makes it an insufferable task.

She struggles, trying in vain to turn over, to stray him off of her. She thrashes wildly, feet kicking, while Tyler just holds her arms and smiling, taking his time. Alexa isn't scream or saying anything. Her eye are wide in affright and panic, and the only sounds are grunt of exertion as she struggles, or the occasional, frightened mewl deep in her throat.

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

"You know, all I wanted was to see your tit,"he says, pushing her weapon up over her head. He holds down both her articulatio radiocarpea with just one mitt. The early slowly travel towards my sister's dead body, softly rubbing her tits as she cries out miserably and redoubles her travail to elude.

Tyler takes his time, clearly enjoying the smell on Alexa's font as she's violated and groped against her will. He gets gravelly and rougher with her, shoving his hand down the front end of her garb, squeezing and slapping her knocker while laughing. He lets go of her radiocarpal joint, leans down and kisses her neck. Alexa squeals and tries to wring her eubstance away, beating down at the top of his question with closed fists. The blows are not even conclude to bothersome for Tyler, but they are annoying him. Not only that, but now his epinephrin is going and he's aroused.

He hops off of Alexa, who immediately tries to twist away. She actually manages to push herself back a little bit, and it looks like she might be able to get back on her feet. But Tyler is too fast. He grabs her ankles and she yelps as he yanks her back towards him. Almost effortlessly, he flips her over onto her stomach, and mounts her again. This clock time, his replete 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 happen to her. She still struggles, but she can barely strike under Tyler's exercising weight. She has found her voice by now, but she's hyperventilating so hard she can barely get words out. In between cocksucker, she begs Tyler not to wound her, ready to give up all dignity for a chance to avoid what comes next.

Tyler takes his prison term, listening to her supplication with an amused grin. Then, he clamps one hand down over her sassing, 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 twisted spoof of a loving smell."I don't like when girls cry. I'm not going to anguish you, little one,"he assures her, placing a kiss on her cheek for emphasis. Alexa is tranquillise except for her terrorize heaving, eyes panoptic. I'm not sure if she thought he was serious, but if she did, it didn't lastly long.

John Tyler suddenly stops stroking her head, and his voice alteration back to his serious tonicity.

"Oh, except for the office where I tear your soused little ass in one-half,"he adds, as if he had only just remembered. Alexa belly laugh, fresh tears rolling down her impudence. Her cry is muffled by the paw around her mouthpiece. Tyler's former hand reaches down to the hem of her attire and sliding board 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 fucked right now ? Huh ? Answer me, you little slit ! You like getting fucked in the ass ?"

Each repetition of the interrogative sentence is punctuated with a loud slap on her ass. He finally lifts his early hand from her oral fissure and asks again, practically yelling it in her ear. His other hired man is still playing with her ass underneath her dress.

"N-no, no, please no…"Alexa manages to get out through her tears, nil in her smell but terror and desperation. Tyler laughs out gaudy and covers her mouth with his hand again as her yell start to devil him.

"I won't do it if you admit you're a dumb little harlot who never should possess come here,"he finally tells her."When I let go of your typeface, all you have to do is explain to me that you're just a poor fish adulteress who never should have tried to have intercourse with me, and I won't suffering you. Pinky promise."

I'm not sure what I was expecting when he lets go. If I thought she wouldn't be able to say anything, or whether she'd tell him to go fuck himself, or what. The whole matter is a mess of incoherent details in my judgment. Some things I can't think at all, like the colouring of the wall, or what sentence it was. But other things I remember quite vividly, like what she actually says.

"I'm a dumb cocotte !"She blurts out in a high squeal the second he lifts his hand."I-I-I'm a stupefied slovenly woman who never…who never should let come here…I-I made a mistake, please, please, please let me go, I-I'm a dim little whore, I…"

She can barely get the word out, she's talking so fast. The desperate, pitiable lady friend clinging to any hope of escape is a far cry from my defiant, protective former sister who rang the buzzer not too long ago. President Tyler starts stroking her hairsbreadth again, and brings his rim down to her ear.

"Yes, yes you are."He says quietly, calmly."And do you have it away what happens to dumb little woman of the street ?"He doesn't bother to hold back for a response before answering himself."They get fucked in the ass."

In her terror, it's clear that what he said doesn't quite register with Alexa at get-go. But the meaning is made enlighten when John Tyler jumps to his feet with a sudden burst of manic DOE. He puts a foot on Alexa's neck so she can't get up and pull down his pants and Boxer. His shaft is huge, and rock concentrated with all the"arousal"he's been doing. He lies down on top of Alexa again, holding her mouth with one hand and hiking up her dress with the former.

He pulls down her panties. They're cute, blotto pink cotton, with a lilliputian bow on the front. When he pulls them down, Alexa panics again. Her shaking paw desperately reach back, fumbling around in a vain attempt to draw out her dress back down and her underwear back up. Her middle widen, looking around desperately for something, anything to hold open her. Her feet kick on the floor frantically, and from the repress haphazardness, it's obvious that she's trying to talk into Tyler's hired hand, begging him to stop. But it's too late.

President Tyler pushes his dick, un-lubed and bareback, into my sister with one powerful thrust. Alexa's stifled pleas are immediately cut short in a strangled, high-pitched squeal. For a abbreviated second, Tyler rests, buried as far as he can possibly go in her ass. Alexa is understood as well, lying completely still. The just sound is their breathing, Tyler's deep and retard, and Alexa's incisive and quick. Then the second passes.

Tyler slowly pulls out of her and then pushes himself back in, his hips hitting Alexa's ass with every emphatic stab. Alexa has stopped trying to beg, and now only cries out without words every time Tyler's body barb back against her, eye scrunched up in torture.

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

Then Tyler stops for a second to see his breathing space. He sits up, kneeling behind Alexa's barely moving consistency. Her ass is badly bruised from the beating it's suffered. Her sass opens as if to holler or cry, but only a sorry little squeak escapes.

John Tyler gives her little chance to retrieve. Grabbing her hips, he pulls her up onto all quadruplet. Alexa barely has the strength to resist anymore, except to desperately shake off her head as if that will cease him. But her sass is free now and she can actually breathe, so when he penetrates her from fundament again, she squeals with every violent jab.

The new berth seems to have given new energy to Tyler, and he attacks poor Alexa savagely. His right mitt holds her ponytail, wrenching her head back, forcing her book binding to arch as far as it will go. The other hired hand grabs one of her wrists and twists her arm painfully behind her. It looks like he's going to break it. Alexa's face is contorted in agony, and when, after several long minute of arc, he lets go, she can barely put any weight on the arm.

Not that it matters anyway. Feeling unaired to finished, John Tyler grabs her by the shoulder and forces her head word back down to the soil. He shoves her face intemperate into the tile, pressing down her cheek on the trading floor so she can see her rapist on top of her out of the corner of her eye.

He increases the pace and power of his driving force, pulling her back into him by the shoulder joint as he thrusts his pelvic arch forward. Alexa is yanked back and forth violently, hands beating helplessly against the flooring.

And then, after what seems like an eternity, President Tyler gives one close thrust, the inscrutable one yet, and grunts in satisfaction as he ejaculates deep inside my sister. He holds it in place for a few seconds, then pulls out of her. There's blood on his dick.

Alexa lies motionless except for unmanageable shivering on the kitchen storey. President Tyler gets up and puts his apparel back on, whistling casually to himself. He takes a few seconds to catch his breathing spell, then looks over to where I'm being held by Josh, horrified and silent.

"Not bad,"John Tyler tells me with a grinning."Your sister's a courteous spell of ass."I'm struck dumb, ineffectual to say anything. At the time, the entirely thing felt like a nightmare I was going to wake up from any second.

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

They switch situation, Tyler holding me down while Josh base on balls 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 kindness, as if she was a sex doll or a fleshlight. Alexa just lies there and takes it. I 'm not sure if she was even witting at that point.

At this point, I think I passed out, because I can't remember much more during this other than those pitiful, broken niggling whine, and John Tyler laughing in my ear.
Next thing I remember, Alexa and I are standing up in the living room of Tyler's house. Josh is glaring silently from a nook, while Tyler speaks.
"So, are we fucking clear up 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 feet, until Tyler grabs her Kuki with his mitt and forces her to look up at him. She starts to cry again as she gives a tremulous nod and John Tyler lets her go.

Alexa looks worse than I could have imagined. Her dress is soil and mangled, hanging off her left shoulder joint where the strap tore. Her arm has a distinct handprint bruise from John Tyler, and her legs are bruised as well. Her human knee are scraped and bleeding. Her hair's-breadth is a hole as well, and unsound of all, there's a slender dribble of blood and semen running down the back of her leg. When I look away, I notice that there 's ejaculate in her hair too. They must let done more to her after I passed out. She's visibly trembling and any drive looks like it's agony to her.

John Tyler seems to be giving concluding warnings before letting us go. He knows I could never tell anyone. He's known me for years. He knows that I'm a coward. Therefore, my warnings are abbreviated and to the period. Then he approaches Alexa menacingly.

He stands right in front of her, and softly raises a hand to her cheek, turning it upwards to reckon at him. His other hand caresses her chest, down to her waist and her ass, running possessively over her ruined body.

"Don't tell anybody what happened here, sweetie,"he whispers softly, stroking her side with the back of his fingers."If you do, I'm going to fuck you again. I'm going to fuck you even harder, you sweet little cunt. Do you want that ?"

Tears rolling down her face, Alexa gives an almost imperceptible shake of her heading. President Tyler tut tuts.

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

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

"N-no, I…don't w-want that…"

President Tyler's grin broadens."Good, because even if you did, no one would believe a stupid slight woman of the street like you anyway, would they ? Would they ?"

"No,"Alexa whispered obediently, staring at her feet with her helping hand folded demurely in presence of her again.

"Why wouldn't they believe you ?"

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

"That's right. Now get the shtup out of here, you two."
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That was about five geezerhood ago. John Tyler is doing 25 to life history now on a number of care. 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 shoal, and had problems with drugs and alcoholic beverage. Our parents never knew why all of this happened, so they weren't very supportive. She was a stripper for a class or two, and I know she starred in some low budget amateur porno when she was low on money. Recently she's starting to get her shit back together though, and with lots of therapy and help, she's gon na be okay.

Anyway, my therapist said telling the altogether story would be helpful to help me heal, so here it is, I guess. It's something I can never forget .