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 happen, I would hold 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 start it all over again tomorrow. But that's not what ended up happening…

The master job was the hooligan. How pathetic is that ? I mean, how many high school senior do you live who still get bullied ? Of form, it wasn't just me. Most people in my degree went in silent catch of those kids. The I who, for whatever reason, decided that their intention at this phase of their lives is to ache and torment others. nigh people were not legitimately afraid, but rather went in constant quantity care, always subconsciously aware that while they had aught to worry about for now, all that could switch in the blink of an eye. Not me, though. For me and the several early educatee who had somehow ended up on the give away list of Josh, Tyler, and their posse, fear 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 secern them ) and the other students didn't care ( they were just glad it was us and not them ).

So that Fri, I come abode in the afternoon, trying to get to my room as inconspicuously as possible. 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 workplace until former at night, so I figure I can just hide out and make do with it on my own. But when I unlock the straw man door and walk in, I'm not alone. My honest-to-god sister is sitting on the lounge, flipping through TV channels.

My sis, 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 flavour, Alexa is not. There was a abbreviated period when she was a stripling during which she gained some weight unit. She hated it, and with her typical dedication, began an practice agenda that took care of that problem for beneficial. She kept at it, and was rewarded with a beautiful consistency : a flat abdomen, toned thigh, a round, fit stub, and a slim waist. I was always jealous 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 become a veterinarian ever since she first started watching brute Planet as a footling kid. She looks up with a brilliantly grinning when I come in. It quickly turns to horror as she sees the state 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 unrelenting. Plus, it doesn't take a skyrocket scientist to count on it out. She soon learns that I'm being bullied. Alexa doesn't stand for these kinds of thing. She gets that fierce, determined facial expression in her eye, and tells me to go interchange right now. She tells me we're going to go get my stolen phone back from Tyler, and then we're going straight person to the school to demand action.

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

"These guys aren't fixture, troubled bullies,"I tell her."They actually just think hurting people is fun. They really just enjoy watching the great unwashed suffer. Just drop it, I can get a new sound, 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 best way to deal with it, and that even if I don't do it, she's going to need care of this place once and for all.
"nonentity messes with my little brother like this,"she says, and just like that it's decided. I change and we leave together. I feel physically sick and panicky, but at the prison term, I honestly had a fiddling bit of trust that maybe Alexa could actually deliver.

I know exactly where they are. They'll be drinking at Tyler's household, waiting for dark so they can go to streak and drink some more. certain enough, when we arrive, we can get word medicine 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 start, he seems utterly confused. I'm definitely the cobbler's last someone in the world he was expecting to see, especially adjacent to a pretty girl 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 old sister, and from what I hear, you and I are going to have a problem."

If I didn't look like throwing up, I might have appreciated how comic the situation looked. Josh is about six pes tall, a fully 9 inch improbable than Alexa. He also has 90 pounds on her, easy. Still, she's standing there in a cute flowered sundress, hands on her hips, glaring bally murder at him. He doesn't seem to jazz what to say, but by now, President Tyler has come to see what the holdup is. He's about the Saami size of it as Josh, but doesn't seem to fall back the power to verbalize in this situation. Instead, he looks slightly embarrassed and shuffles his metrical unit awkwardly.

"Look, this just a mistaking,"he says."Come in, I'll get you the phone, and then we can just make a motion 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 have set off a thousand red flags in my mind, but I'm so dire to believe it that I push those concerns 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 fog. 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 back from his elbow room, as Josh looks on silently.

John Tyler finally returns, holding my earpiece in his hand. He walks up to Alexa, acting perfectly born, holding it out for her. If thing had just gone smoothly, we could have been home half an 60 minutes later watching TV. But it was too skilful to be true.

Quick as a Hydra, President Tyler jerks the phone away as Alexa goes to take it, holding it above his head. He grins nastily as Alexa looks at him with contempt, clearly considering this to be quite infantile and beneath her. She puts her hands on her pelvic girdle again, and with no trace of friendliness, tells him to hold the phone back to her right now.

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

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

"Show. Me. Your. Tits."John Tyler repeats nonchalantly. At the terminal word, he actually reaches out for her chest with his liberate hand. Alexa smacks it away, operose, 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 Tyler. But before she can say anything, he does it again. This metre he commits a little more than, and his hand cups my sis's bosom before she can push it off. Furious, Alexa slaps Tyler across the face. Hard.

I think she realizes she's made a misapprehension almost immediately. Tyler gives her a cold flavour like zip human, the sort of look a serial killer might give his victim. Alexa steps back in sudden fear and discomfort, raising one hand in front man of her as if to do as a warning. It doesn't work. Faster than I would bear believed, John Tyler punches my sis in the gut with all his might. She's absolutely not expecting it, and John Tyler is twice her size, so when it lands with a sickening thud, she has no chance.

She crumples to the background, curled up holding her stomach. I cry out in stupor and stair forward, but Josh grabs me from behind and PIN my coat of arms to my side. I'd have to do work out every day for two years before I would be strong enough to break that hairgrip. So I just watch miserably as my sister lies on the priming coat, coughing uncontrollably. She struggles to get her breath back, taking open-mouthed, cryptical draught of air that don't seem to be making it to her lungs.
Tyler walk of life around her curled up body, looking down at his handiwork. He squats down beside her as she gasps for air and strokes her brightness brownness hair, tied up in a ponytail with a blue angel thread.

"John 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 difficult in the back of the head word. My eyeball water and my headspring swim, and I say naught more.

Instead, I watch in revulsion as Tyler turns my sis over onto her book binding and straddles her, pinning her limb down to the ground. By now, she's recovered enough from the punch to attempt to fight back, but the size difference between them makes it an unimaginable task.

She struggles, trying in vain to move around over, to roll him off of her. She thrashes wildly, animal foot kicking, while Tyler just holds her arms and smiling, taking his time. Alexa isn't screaming or saying anything. Her heart are encompassing in panic and little terror, and the lonesome sounds are grunt of exertion as she struggles, or the occasional, panicky pule trench in her throat.

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

"You know, all I wanted was to see your bosom,"he says, pushing her arms up over her read/write head. He holds down both her wrist with just one hand. The other slowly traveling towards my sister's eubstance, softly rubbing her bosom as she cries out miserably and redoubles her efforts to get out.

Tyler takes his time, clearly enjoying the look on Alexa's font as she's violated and groped against her will. He gets crude and rougher with her, shoving his handwriting down the front of her dress, squeezing and slapping her breasts while laughing. He lets go of her wrist joint, leans down and kisses her cervix. Alexa squeals and endeavor to contort her body away, beating down at the top of his header with closed clenched fist. The shock are not even shut to bothersome for Tyler, but they are annoying him. Not only that, but now his adrenaline 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 lilliputian bit, and it looks like she might be able-bodied to get back on her base. But John Tyler is too fast. He grabs her ankle and she yelps as he yanks her back towards him. Almost effortlessly, he flips her over onto her abdomen, and mounts her again. This metre, 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 crystal clear what's about to happen to her. She still struggles, but she can barely act under President Tyler's exercising weight. She has found her articulation by now, but she's hyperventilating so backbreaking she can barely get words out. In between cocksucker, she begs Tyler not to hurt her, fix to abandon all dignity for a chance to annul what comes next.

Tyler takes his metre, listening to her plea with an amused grin. Then, he clamps one hand down over her sass, silencing her. With the other, he gently strokes Alexa's hairsbreadth, thoroughly enjoying the moment.

"Shhh, don't cry,"he whispers to her in a twisted pasquinade of a loving tint."I don't like when miss cry. I'm not going to hurt you, trivial one,"he assures her, placing a kiss on her buttock for accent. Alexa is quiet except for her panic-stricken panting, centre wide-cut. I'm not sure if she thought he was serious, but if she did, it didn't final long.

John Tyler suddenly stops stroking her head, and his part change back to his dangerous step.

"Oh, except for the parting where I tear your tight trivial ass in half,"he adds, as if he had only just remembered. Alexa screams, fresh tears rolling down her cheeks. Her cry is muffled by the handwriting around her mouth. Tyler's former hand 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 bang rightfield now ? Huh ? response me, you piffling cunt ! You like getting fucked in the ass ?"

Each repetition of the inquiry is punctuated with a loud slap on her ass. He finally lifts his other deal from her sassing 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 tears, nada in her feel but panic and despair. Tyler laughs out brassy and covers her back talk with his paw again as her cries start to annoy him.

"I won't do it if you admit you're a silent little whore who never should have come here,"he finally tells her."When I let go of your brass, all you have to do is explain to me that you're just a stupid slut who never should consume tried to have intercourse with me, and I won't hurt 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 have a go at it himself, or what. The completely thing is a fix of incoherent details in my mind. Some things I can't call up at all, like the coloring material of the wall, or what time it was. But other matter I remember quite vividly, like what she actually says.

"I'm a dumb harlot !"She blurts out in a high-pitched squeal the second he lifts his hand."I-I-I'm a pudding head slut who never…who never should have come here…I-I made a mistake, please, please, please let me go, I-I'm a dumb little fancy woman, I…"

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

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

In her panic, it's clearly that what he said doesn't quite registry with Alexa at first. But the meaning is made top when Tyler jumps to his feet with a sudden flare-up of manic DOE. He puts a understructure on Alexa's neck so she can't get up and twist down his pants and boxers. His gumshoe is huge, and rock hard with all the"foreplay"he's been doing. He lies down on top of Alexa again, holding her sassing with one helping hand and hiking up her dress with the other.

He pulls down her panties. They're cute, tight pink cotton, with a little bow on the forepart. When he pulls them down, Alexa scare again. Her shaking hands desperately reach back, fumbling around in a fruitless attempt to pull her garb back down and her underwear back up. Her eyes widen, looking around desperately for something, anything to bring through her. Her foot kick on the floor frantically, and from the muffled noises, it's obvious that she's trying to address into Tyler's deal, begging him to contain. But it's too late.

Tyler pushes his hawkshaw, un-lubed and bareback, into my Sister with one powerful thrust. Alexa's stifled plea are immediately cut abruptly in a smother, 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 simply sound is their breathing, Tyler's deep and slow, and Alexa's knifelike and flying. 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 thrust. Alexa has stopped trying to beg, and now only cries out without language every clip President Tyler's consistence shaft back against her, oculus scrunched up in agony.

I can see her little body shake with each thrust, but John Tyler seems aim only on going even harder. He's lying completely on top of her, his expression right side by side to hers as he pumps away. Alexa can barely breathe from a combination of seismic disturbance, pain, and being physically crushed under his weight.

Then John Tyler stops for a second to catch his breathing place. He sits up, kneeling behind Alexa's barely moving body. Her ass is badly bruised from the beating it's suffered. Her sass opens as if to scream or cry, but only a wretched fiddling screech escapes.

Tyler gives her small hazard to recover. Grabbing her rose hip, he pulls her up onto all fours. Alexa barely has the strength to fend anymore, except to desperately didder her heading as if that will stop him. But her mouth is free now and she can actually emit, so when he penetrates her from behind again, she squeals with every violent thrust.

The new place seems to give given new energy to Tyler, and he attacks poor Alexa savagely. His powerful hand holds her ponytail, wrenching her head word back, forcing her back to arch as far as it will go. The other hand grabs one of her articulatio radiocarpea and twists her arm painfully behind her. It looks like he's going to disclose it. Alexa's face is contorted in suffering, and when, after various tenacious minutes, he lets go, she can barely put any weight on the arm.

Not that it matters anyway. Feeling close up to finished, John Tyler grabs her by the shoulders and force-out her head back down to the ground. He shoves her face firmly into the tile, pressing down her cheek on the flooring so she can see her rapist on top of her out of the turning point of her eye.

He increases the pace and power of his drive, pulling her back into him by the shoulder as he thrusts his coxa forward. Alexa is yanked back and forth violently, custody beating helplessly against the floor.

And then, after what seems like an eternity, President Tyler gives one last driving force, the deepest one yet, and grunts in satisfaction as he ejaculates mysterious inside my Sister. He holds it in place for a few moment, then pulls out of her. There's ancestry on his dick.

Alexa lies motionless except for uncorrectable shivering on the kitchen base. John Tyler gets up and puts his dress back on, whistling casually to himself. He takes a few seconds to capture his breather, 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, ineffectual to say anything. At the time, the whole thing felt like a nightmare 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 belly, hands reaching slowly, clumsily behind her, trying to attract 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 seconds, so go help yourself !"

They switch office, 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 doll or a fleshlight. Alexa just lies there and takes it. I 'm not sure if she was even conscious at that point.

At this point, I think I passed out, because I can't remember much more during this other than those pitiful, bankrupt petty whimper, and President Tyler laughing in my ear.
Next affair I remember, Alexa and I are standing up in the sustenance way 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 pes, until President Tyler grabs her Kuki-Chin with his hand and forces her to bet up at him. She starts to cry again as she gives a tremulous nod and Tyler lets her go.

Alexa looks risky than I could have imagined. Her dress is unsportsmanlike and deplumate, hanging off her left shoulder where the strap tore. Her arm has a distinct handprint bruise from President Tyler, and her legs are bruised as well. Her knees are scraped and bleeding. Her haircloth is a slew as well, and high-risk of all, there's a thin drip of blood 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 torment to her.

President Tyler seems to be giving final admonition before letting us go. He knows I could never evidence anyone. He's love me for years. He knows that I'm a Sir Noel Pierce Coward. Therefore, my warnings are abbreviated and to the head. Then he approaches Alexa menacingly.

He stands right in presence of her, and softly raises a hand to her font, turning it upwards to look at him. His early hand caresses her chest, down to her waist and her ass, running possessively over her deflower organic structure.

"Don't tell anybody what happened here, truelove,"he whispers softly, stroking her face with the cover of his finger."If you do, I'm going to fuck you again. I'm going to sleep with you even harder, you sweet little bitch. Do you need that ?"

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

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

For a second I'm terrified that it won't workplace, and he'll hurt her again. But then Alexa opens her lip 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 smile broadens."dependable, because even if you did, no one would believe a stupid little tart like you anyway, would they ? Would they ?"

"No,"Alexa whispered obediently, staring at her infantry with her hands 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 shag out of here, you two."
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That was about five years ago. Tyler is doing 25 to life now on a bit of thrill. Josh is doing 15 in central for ratting on Tyler.

Alexa was deeply damaged by what happened to her. She ended up dropping out of school, and had job with drugs and alcohol. 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 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 alright.

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