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 to chance, I would let shrugged and said no. I woke up at 7 AM, had breakfast, went to shoal, and was perfectly cognitive 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 yobo. How pathetic is that ? I mean, how many in high spirits schooltime seniors do you live who still get bullied ? Of course, it wasn't just me. near people in my grade went in mute discernment of those kids. The 1 who, for whatever grounds, decided that their design at this stage of their life sentence is to hurt and torment others. Most people were not legitimately afraid, but rather went in constant care, always subconsciously mindful that while they had zero to concern about for now, all that could interchange in the blink of an eye. Not me, though. For me and the several other students who had somehow ended up on the shit list of Josh, Tyler, and their posse, concern was the order 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 guardianship ( they were just sword lily it was us and not them ).

So that Fri, I come home in the afternoon, trying to get to my room as inconspicuously as possible. My shirt arm is ripped, my lip is split, and I have a grim eye. All in all, I look like I just got mugged. My parents are at oeuvre until late at night, so I figure I can just shroud out and deal with it on my own. But when I unlock the front line doorway and base on balls in, I'm not alone. My older sis 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 terms of looks, Alexa is not. There was a brief period when she was a teenager during which she gained some weight. She hated it, and with her typical dedication, began an practice session agenda that took care of that problem for good. She kept at it, and was rewarded with a beautiful body : a flat stomach, toned second joint, a troll, fit buns, and a slim waistline. I was always envious of how well-to-do she made it look.

Anyway, I walk in and there she is. She was in her sophomore class of college then, and was visiting for the weekend. She wanted to turn a veterinarian ever since she first started watching Animal major planet as a little kid. She looks up with a bright smile when I come in. It quickly turns to horror as she sees the commonwealth I'm in. Horrified, she starts asking all kinds of questions about what happened to me, who did it, etc. Questions I try to deflect and shrug off, but she's nothing if not pertinacious. Plus, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to compute it out. She soon learns that I'm being bullied. Alexa doesn't viewpoint for these kinds of affair. She gets that fierce, determined look in her eye, and tells me to go change right now. She tells me we're going to go get my stolen earpiece back from Tyler, and then we're going heterosexual person to the school to demand action.

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

"These guys aren't regular, troubled ruffian,"I tell her."They actually just think hurting people is fun. They really just savor watching people suffer. Just drop curtain it, I can get a new earphone, I promise I'll avoid them from now on…"you get the idea. Anything I can think of to quash having to go see these guys again. Alexa isn't having any of it. She insists that this is the best way to divvy up with it, and that even if I don't do it, she's going to drive care of this situation once and for all.
"nobody messes with my footling 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 little bit of faith that maybe Alexa could actually deliver.

I know exactly where they are. They'll be drinking at Tyler's family, waiting for night so they can go to bars and drink some more. surely enough, when we arrive, we can take heed music from outside the door. Alexa gives me a comforting smile, and rings the doorbell. The music stops.
It's Josh who opens the door. At first, he seems utterly confused. I'm definitely the last somebody in the universe he was expecting to see, especially next to a pretty little girl like Alexa. But his face quickly goes back to its usual cold 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 honest-to-god baby, and from what I hear, you and I are going to hold a problem."

If I didn't tactile property like throwing up, I might hold appreciated how laughable the situation looked. Josh is about six feet tall, a to the full 9 inches improbable than Alexa. He also has 90 pounds on her, slowly. Still, she's standing there in a cunning floral sundress, hands on her hips, glaring bloody execution at him. He doesn't seem to know what to say, but by now, President Tyler has come to see what the holdup is. He's about the same size as Josh, but doesn't seem to miss the ability to verbalize in this situation. Instead, he looks slightly embarrassed and shuffles his feet awkwardly.

"look, this just a misunderstanding,"he says."Come in, I'll get you the telephone set, and then we can just make a motion on, okay ? We won't even talk to you blackguard anymore."
I couldn't have been more surprised if he'd have handed me a million buck. This reaction was mind-bogglingly…reasonable. Looking back, that should stimulate set off a G red flags in my creative thinker, but I'm so do-or-die to believe it that I push those concerns aside. Alexa seems pleased that this is going so well. She beckons me to maltreat 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 President Tyler to come in back from his room, as Josh looks on silently.

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

Quick as a snake, John Tyler jerks the phone away as Alexa goes to take it, holding it above his forefront. He grins nastily as Alexa looks at him with contempt, clearly considering this to be quite childish and beneath her. She puts her men on her rose hip again, and with no jot of friendliness, tells him to move over the phone back to her right now.

"Sure. But first, show me your tits,"John Tyler drawls, as casually as if he was asking about the conditions. Alexa looks like she can't think what she's audition.

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

"Show. Me. Your. Tits."Tyler repeats nonchalantly. At the concluding word, he actually reaches out for her chest with his free manus. Alexa smacks it away, heavy, before he can do more than lightly brush against the fabric of her dress. She takes a footprint 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 clock time he commits a little more, and his manus cups my sister's breasts before she can promote it off. Furious, Alexa slaps President Tyler across the nerve. Hard.

I think she realizes she's made a mistake almost immediately. Tyler gives her a cold feeling like nix human being, the variety of look a successive slayer might consecrate his dupe. Alexa steps back in sudden awe and soreness, raising one helping hand in nominal head of her as if to serve as a warning. It doesn't work. Faster than I would sustain believed, President Tyler punches my sis in the gut with all his might. She's absolutely not expecting it, and President Tyler is twice her size of it, so when it lands with a sickening clump, she has no chance.

She crumples to the ground, curled up holding her stomach. I cry out in shock and footstep forward, but Josh grabs me from behind and fall my weapons system to my side. I'd have to turn out every day for two twelvemonth before I would be solid enough to give way that travelling bag. So I just watch miserably as my sister lies on the undercoat, coughing uncontrollably. She struggles to get her intimation back, taking open-mouthed, deep gulp of air that don't seem to be making it to her lungs.
John Tyler walkway around her curled up consistency, 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 blue ribbon.

"Tyler,"I start weakly, unsure of what I'm going to say. But I know what's about to chance, and I have to try something. But before I can say anything else, Josh hits me severe in the backbone of the head. My optic pee and my head swims, and I say zilch more.

Instead, I watch in horror as Tyler turns my babe over onto her back and straddles her, pinning her limb down to the ground. By now, she's recovered enough from the punch to seek to contend back, but the size difference between them makes it an impossible job.

She struggles, trying in vain to release over, to roll him off of her. She thrashes wildly, pes kicking, while John Tyler just holds her sleeve and grins, taking his time. Alexa isn't screaming or saying anything. Her eyes are wide in terror and terror, and the only audio are oink of exertion as she struggles, or the casual, fright pule trench in her throat.

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

"You know, all I wanted was to see your mamilla,"he says, pushing her arms up over her head. He holds down both her wrist joint with just one hand. The other slowly travels towards my sister's dead body, softly rubbing her tits as she cries out miserably and redoubles her try to escape.

Tyler takes his time, clearly enjoying the look on Alexa's look as she's violated and groped against her will. He gets rougher and rougher with her, shoving his hand down the presence of her dress, squeezing and slapping her breasts while laughing. He lets go of her wrists, leans down and kisses her neck opening. Alexa squeals and tries to distort her body away, beating down at the top of his head teacher with closed fists. The puff are not even conclude 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 squirm away. She actually manages to push herself back a minuscule 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 time, his full weighting 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 quartz glass clear what's about to befall to her. She still struggles, but she can barely move under Tyler's weight. She has found her vox by now, but she's hyperventilating so hard she can barely get Bible out. In between sobs, she begs Tyler not to hurt her, ready to give up all dignity for a chance to fend off what comes next.

Tyler takes his fourth dimension, listening to her supplication with an amused grin. Then, he clamps one manus 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 twisted scoffing of a loving tone."I don't like when girlfriend cry. I'm not going to offend you, slight one,"he assures her, placing a kiss on her impertinence for stress. Alexa is quiet down except for her terrify panting, eye across-the-board. I'm not sure if she thought he was serious, but if she did, it didn't utmost long.

Tyler suddenly stops stroking her head, and his spokesperson variety back to his grave tone.

"Oh, except for the function where I tear your stiff little ass in one-half,"he adds, as if he had only just remembered. Alexa screams, new snag rolling down her boldness. Her cry is muffled by the hand around her mouth. President Tyler's other hand reaches down to the hem of her apparel 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 be intimate right now ? Huh ? reply me, you trivial cunt ! You like getting fucked in the ass ?"

Each repeating of the doubt is punctuated with a forte slap on her ass. He finally lifts his other hired 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, delight no…"Alexa manages to get out through her snag, cypher in her tone but little terror and despair. John Tyler laughs out cheap and covers her oral fissure with his paw again as her cries start to annoy him.

"I won't do it if you admit you're a mute little whore who never should have come here,"he finally tells her."When I let go of your face, all you have to do is explain to me that you're just a stunned slut who never should have tried to fuck 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 know himself, or what. The whole thing is a plenty of incoherent details in my judgment. Some things I can't remember at all, like the colour of the walls, or what metre it was. But other things I remember quite vividly, like what she actually says.

"I'm a mute whore !"She blurts out in a high-pitched squeal the second he lifts his hand."I-I-I'm a stupid slut who never…who never should make come here…I-I made a mistake, please, please, please let me go, I-I'm a dumb small whore, I…"

She can barely get the word out, she's talking so fast. The desperate, pathetic girl clinging to any hope of escape is a far cry from my defiant, protective Old Sister who rang the doorbell not too long ago. Tyler starts stroking her hair again, and brings his sassing down to her ear.

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

In her affright, it's light up that what he said doesn't quite register with Alexa at first. But the meaning is made clear when Tyler jumps to his feet with a sudden salvo of manic energy. He puts a foot on Alexa's neck opening so she can't get up and wrench down his pants and boxers. His prick is huge, and rock hard with all the"foreplay"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 panty. They're cute, taut pink cotton, with a petty bow on the strawman. When he pulls them down, Alexa affright again. Her shaking hands desperately reach back, fumbling around in a sleeveless attempt to pull her attire back down and her underwear back up. Her middle widen, looking around desperately for something, anything to economise her. Her groundwork kick on the base frantically, and from the muffled dissonance, it's obvious that she's trying to verbalise into Tyler's bridge player, begging him to barricade. But it's too late.

Tyler pushes his cock, un-lubed and bareback, into my baby with one brawny jab. Alexa's stifled supplication are immediately cut short in a smothered, high-pitched squeal. For a brief second, Tyler rests, buried as far as he can possibly go in her ass. Alexa is silent as well, lying completely still. The merely strait is their breathing, President Tyler's deep and dull, and Alexa's sharp and quick. Then the present moment passes.

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

I can see her minuscule dead body tremble with each knife thrust, but Tyler seems spirit 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 take a breather from a combination of electric shock, pain, and being physically crushed under his weight.

Then Tyler stops for a 2d to overhear his breath. He sits up, kneeling behind Alexa's barely moving body. 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 piddling squeak escapes.

John Tyler gives her footling chance to go back. Grabbing her hips, he pulls her up onto all fours. Alexa barely has the enduringness to jib anymore, except to desperately didder her mind as if that will cease him. But her rima oris is dislodge now and she can actually suspire, so when he penetrates her from behind again, she squeals with every violent thrust.

The new position seems to receive given new energy to Tyler, and he attacks poor Alexa savagely. His right script holds her ponytail, wrenching her oral sex back, forcing her back to archway as far as it will go. The other hand snap one of her wrists and twists her arm painfully behind her. It looks like he's going to break off it. Alexa's face is contorted in agony, and when, after several foresightful transactions, he lets go, she can barely put any weight on the arm.

Not that it matters anyway. Feeling close to finished, Tyler grabs her by the shoulder joint and military unit her head back down to the ground. He shoves her boldness severe into the tile, pressing down her cheek on the level so she can see her rapist on top of her out of the recess of her eye.

He increases the pace and king of his drive, pulling her back into him by the shoulders as he thrusts his articulatio coxae forward. Alexa is yanked back and forth violently, deal beating helplessly against the floor.

And then, after what seems like an infinity, Tyler gives one stopping point thrust, the rich 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 uncontrollable shivering on the kitchen level. John Tyler gets up and puts his wearing apparel back on, whistling casually to himself. He takes a few sec to catch his breath, then looks over to where I'm being held by Josh, horrified and silent.

"Not bad,"Tyler Tell me with a smile."Your babe's a nice small-arm of ass."I'm struck dumb, unable to say anything. At the time, the whole thing felt like a incubus I was going to wake up from any second.

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

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

At this gunpoint, I think I passed out, because I can't think back much more during this early than those sorry, disclose little whine, and Tyler laughing in my ear.
Next matter I remember, Alexa and I are standing up in the support room of Tyler's house. Josh is glaring silently from a corner, while Tyler speaks.
"So, are we fucking clear 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 Kuki-Chin with his hand and forces her to reckon up at him. She starts to cry again as she gives a tremulous nod and President Tyler lets her go.

Alexa looks worse than I could hold imagined. Her clothes is dirty and torn, hanging off her left shoulder where the strap tore. Her arm has a distinct handprint contusion from John Tyler, and her legs are bruised as well. Her knees are scraped and bleeding. Her tomentum is a mussiness as well, and worst of all, there's a thin drip of blood and semen running down the back of her leg. When I look away, I notice that there 's seed in her hair too. They must hold done more to her after I passed out. She's visibly trembling and any movement looks like it's agony to her.

President Tyler seems to be giving net warnings before letting us go. He knows I could never recite anyone. He's roll in the hay me for years. He knows that I'm a Sir Noel Pierce Coward. Therefore, my word of advice are brief and to the point. Then he approaches Alexa menacingly.

He stands proper in front of her, and softly raises a hand to her face, turning it up to calculate at him. His former hand caresses her chest, down to her waist and her ass, running possessively over her ruined torso.

"Don't tell anybody what happened here, smasher,"he whispers softly, stroking her typeface with the back of his fingerbreadth."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 unperceivable shingle of her head. Tyler tut tuts.

"That's not good enough. I asked you if you want me to wait until your sore footling prick 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 study, and he'll hurt her again. But then Alexa opens her sassing and quietly manages to whimper what she needs to say to get away from him.

"N-no, I…don't w-want that…"

John Tyler's grin broadens."in effect, because even if you did, no one would believe a stupid little bawd like you anyway, would they ? Would they ?"

"No,"Alexa whispered obediently, staring at her base with her hands folded demurely in front of her again.

"Why wouldn't they believe you ?"

"Because…because I'm a pudden-head little whore."

"That's correct. Now get the fuck out of here, you two."
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That was about five years ago. President Tyler is doing 25 to life now on a number of billing. Josh is doing 15 in exchange for ratting on President Tyler.

Alexa was deeply damaged by what happened to her. She ended up dropping out of school, and had problems with drugs and inebriant. Our parents never knew why all of this happened, so they weren't very supportive. She was a striptease artist for a year or two, and I know she starred in some low budget amateur porn when she was low on money. Recently she's starting to get her tinker's dam back together though, and with lots of therapy and aid, she's gon na be o.k..

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