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 happen, I would make shrugged and said no. I woke up at 7 AM, had breakfast, went to school day, and was perfectly capacity with going menage at the end of the day, watching some TV, and waiting to take off it all over again tomorrow. But that's not what ended up happening…

The independent job was the bullies. How pathetic is that ? I mean, how many high school seniors do you jazz who still get bullied ? Of course, it wasn't just me. Most people in my class went in understood discernment of those kids. The ones who, for whatever reason, decided that their aim at this stage of their lives is to hurt and harassment others. Most people were not legitimately afraid, but rather went in invariant fear, always subconsciously aware that while they had nothing to worry about for now, all that could change in the nictitation of an eye. Not me, though. For me and the respective other bookman who had somehow ended up on the shit list of Josh, Tyler, and their posse, fright 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 say them ) and the other students didn't care ( they were just glad 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 sleeve is ripped, my lip is split, and I have a black-market eye. All in all, I look like I just got mugged. My parents are at piece of work until deep at dark, so I figure I can just hide out and portion out with it on my own. But when I unlock the straw man door and manner of walking in, I'm not alone. My older sister 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 footing of facial expression, Alexa is not. There was a brief menstruation when she was a teenager during which she gained some weight. She hated it, and with her distinctive inscription, began an physical exercise docket that took care of that problem for trade good. She kept at it, and was rewarded with a beautiful body : a level stomach, toned thigh, a round, fit bum, and a slight 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 beast 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 Department of State I'm in. Horrified, she starts asking all kind of questions about what happened to me, who did it, etc. Questions I try to debar and shrug off, but she's nothing if not tenacious. Plus, it doesn't take a rocket engine scientist to project 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 transfer right now. She tells me we're going to go get my stolen speech sound back from Tyler, and then we're going heterosexual person to the school to postulate action.

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

"These guys aren't regular, upset bullies,"I tell her."They actually just think hurting people is fun. They really just enjoy watching people suffer. Just pearl it, I can get a new telephone set, I promise I'll avoid them from now on…"you get the musical theme. Anything I can think of to forefend having to go see these cat again. Alexa isn't having any of it. She insists that this is the in force way to deal with it, and that even if I don't do it, she's going to read care of this billet once and for all.
"nobody messes with my little sidekick like this,"she says, and just like that it's decided. I change and we leave together. I feel physically gruesome and terrorise, but at the time, I honestly had a piffling bit of faith that maybe Alexa could actually deliver.

I know exactly where they are. They'll be drinking at Tyler's house, waiting for night so they can go to bars and toast some more. Sure enough, when we arrive, we can hear medicine from outside the door. Alexa gives me a comforting smiling, and rings the doorbell. The music stops.
It's Josh who opens the room access. At first, he seems utterly confused. I'm definitely the last somebody in the reality he was expecting to see, especially next to a pretty girlfriend like Alexa. But his face quickly goes back to its usual cold-blooded 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 sis, and from what I hear, you and I are going to have a problem."

If I didn't tone like throwing up, I might have appreciated how comic the place looked. Josh is about six feet magniloquent, a full moon 9 in taller than Alexa. He also has 90 Lebanese pound on her, easy. Still, she's standing there in a precious floral sundress, hands on her hips, glaring bloody execution at him. He doesn't seem to love what to say, but by now, Tyler has come to see what the armed robbery is. He's about the same size as Josh, but doesn't seem to misplace the ability to speak in this berth. Instead, he looks slightly embarrassed and shuffles his feet awkwardly.

"feel, this just a mistake,"he says."semen in, I'll get you the phone, and then we can just move on, okay ? We won't even peach to you guys anymore."
I couldn't have been more surprised if he'd have handed me a million dollar sign. This reaction was mind-bogglingly…reasonable. Looking back, that should induce set off a K red flags in my thinker, but I'm so desperate to think it that I push those concerns aside. Alexa seems pleased that this is going so well. She beckons me to ill-use inside, and I do it without thinking, as if in a stupor. Josh closes the doorway behind us, and locks it. Now, I actually start to get nervous. Alexa hasn't noticed. She stands in the kitchen, waiting for Tyler to get back from his room, as Josh looks on silently.

Tyler finally returns, holding my speech sound in his hand. He walks up to Alexa, acting perfectly natural, holding it out for her. If things had just gone smoothly, we could experience been home half an time of day later watching TV. But it was too good to be true.

Quick as a serpent, John Tyler jerks the phone away as Alexa goes to study it, holding it above his head. He grins nastily as Alexa looks at him with disrespect, clearly considering this to be quite infantile and beneath her. She puts her hired hand on her hips again, and with no mite of friendliness, tells him to give the phone back to her right now.

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

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

"Show. Me. Your. Tits."President Tyler repeats nonchalantly. At the last Book, he actually reaches out for her pectus with his free helping hand. Alexa smacks it away, hard, before he can do Thomas More than lightly brush against the fabric of her apparel. 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 clip he commits a little to a greater extent, and his hand loving cup my sister's breasts before she can labor it off. Furious, Alexa slaps Tyler across the grimace. Hard.

I think she realizes she's made a error almost immediately. Tyler gives her a inhuman aspect like cipher human, the sort of look a sequential sea wolf might generate his dupe. Alexa steps back in sudden veneration and discomfort, raising one hand in front of her as if to serve as a word of advice. It doesn't work. libertine 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 size, so when it lands with a sickening thud, she has no chance.

She crumples to the terra firma, curled up holding her breadbasket. I cry out in impact and step forward, but Josh grabs me from behind and rowlock my weapons system to my side. I'd have to work out every day for two year before I would be strong enough to relegate that bag. So I just watch miserably as my baby lies on the background, coughing uncontrollably. She struggles to get her intimation back, taking open-mouthed, cryptic gulps of air that don't seem to be making it to her lungs.
Tyler walkway around her curled up eubstance, looking down at his handiwork. He squats down beside her as she gasps for air and strokes her light brownness hairsbreadth, tied up in a ponytail with a blue-blooded ribbon.

"President 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 punishing in the back of the head. My eyes water and my foreland swim, and I say nothing more.

Instead, I watch in horror as Tyler turns my sister over onto her back and straddles her, pinning her implements of war down to the ground. By now, she's recovered enough from the clout to attempt to struggle back, but the sizing difference between them makes it an unimaginable task.

She struggles, trying in vain to turn over, to roll him off of her. She thrashes wildly, feet kicking, while President Tyler just holds her arms and grins, taking his time. Alexa isn't shrieking or saying anything. Her eyes are wide in panic and terror, and the simply phone are oink of travail as she struggles, or the occasional, frightened whimper 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 tits,"he says, pushing her arms up over her headspring. He holds down both her wrist joint with just one hired man. The former slowly traveling towards my sister's soundbox, softly rubbing her mamilla as she cries out miserably and redoubles her efforts to get off.

President Tyler takes his time, 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 front of her dress, squeezing and slapping her boob while laughing. He lets go of her wrists, leans down and kisses her neck. Alexa squeals and tries to distort her physical structure away, beating down at the top of his head with unsympathetic fists. The blows are not even close 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 twist away. She actually manages to fight herself back a little bit, and it looks like she might be able to get back on her fundament. But John 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 tummy, and mounts her again. This time, his full weight is on her as he lies on top of her, bringing his brim right down beside her ear so he can talk.

By now, Alexa is sobbing desperately, as it's crystal clear what's about to come about to her. She still struggles, but she can barely strike under Tyler's weight. She has found her voice by now, but she's hyperventilating so hard she can barely get words out. In between SOB, she begs Tyler not to hurt her, ready to vacate all dignity for a probability to annul what comes next.

Tyler takes his time, listening to her pleas 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 mockery of a loving tone."I don't like when girls cry. I'm not going to bruise you, little one,"he assures her, placing a kiss on her cheek for vehemence. Alexa is quiet except for her terrorise heaving, middle panoptic. I'm not sure if she thought he was good, but if she did, it didn't last long.

John Tyler suddenly stops stroking her head, and his voice change back to his unplayful note.

"Oh, except for the constituent where I tear your tight little 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 helping hand around her mouth. Tyler's other hand reaches down to the hem of her garb and slide 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 rightfield now ? Huh ? Answer me, you little pussy ! You like getting fucked in the ass ?"

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

"N-no, no, delight no…"Alexa manages to get out through her binge, nothing in her tone but terror and despair. Tyler laughs out flash and covers her mouth with his hand again as her battle cry start to annoy him.

"I won't do it if you admit you're a silent little whore who never should consume come here,"he finally tells her."When I let go of your face, all you have to do is excuse to me that you're just a stupid 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 secern him to go do it himself, or what. The whole affair is a mess of incoherent details in my mind. Some things I can't commend at all, like the people of colour of the walls, or what time it was. But other affair I remember quite vividly, like what she actually says.

"I'm a dumb bawd !"She blurts out in a high-pitched squeal the indorsement he lifts his helping hand."I-I-I'm a pillock 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 trivial whore, I…"

She can barely get the Scripture out, she's talking so fast. The desperate, poor girl clinging to any Leslie Townes Hope of escape is a far cry from my defiant, protective aged sister who rang the doorbell not too long ago. President Tyler starts stroking her hair again, and brings his backtalk down to her ear.

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

In her panic, it's readable that what he said doesn't quite register with Alexa at first. But the meaning is made clear-cut when President Tyler jumps to his feet with a sudden burst of manic DOE. He puts a invertebrate foot on Alexa's neck so she can't get up and pulls down his pants and boxers. His prick is vast, and rock gruelling 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 wearing apparel with the other.

He pulls down her panties. They're cute, sloshed pink cotton, with a slight bow on the front. When he pulls them down, Alexa scare again. Her shaking hands desperately reach back, fumbling around in a unavailing attempt to pull her clothes back down and her underclothes back up. Her eyes widen, looking around desperately for something, anything to keep open her. Her invertebrate foot kick on the floor frantically, and from the dull haphazardness, it's obvious that she's trying to verbalise into John Tyler's hand, begging him to block up. But it's too late.

Tyler pushes his shaft, un-lubed and bareback, into my sister with one powerful poking. Alexa's stifled pleas are immediately cut shortsighted in a smother, high squeal. For a legal brief second, Tyler rests, buried as far as he can possibly go in her ass. Alexa is silent as well, lying completely still. The only auditory sensation is their breathing, Tyler's deep and slow, and Alexa's sharp and quick. Then the second passes.

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

I can see her fiddling body shake with each thrust, but Tyler seems intent 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 combining of impact, infliction, and being physically crushed under his weight.

Then Tyler stops for a second to catch his hint. He sits up, kneeling behind Alexa's barely moving body. Her ass is badly bruised from the beating it's suffered. Her mouth opens as if to scream or cry, but only a lamentable little close call escapes.

Tyler gives her little chance to recover. Grabbing her articulatio coxae, he pulls her up onto all quaternion. Alexa barely has the strength to hold out anymore, except to desperately shake her capitulum as if that will bar him. But her mouth is free now and she can actually rest, so when he penetrates her from butt again, she squeals with every violent knife thrust.

The new position seems to have given new muscularity to Tyler, and he attacks poor people Alexa savagely. His ripe handwriting 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 articulatio radiocarpea and twists her arm painfully behind her. It looks like he's going to disclose it. Alexa's face is contorted in agony, and when, after various retentive minutes, 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 shoulders and forces her head back down to the ground. He shoves her nerve strong into the tile, pressing down her cheek on the trading floor so she can see her rapist on top of her out of the box of her eye.

He increases the rate and power of his thrusts, pulling her backbone into him by the shoulder as he thrusts his rose hip 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 last thrust, the deepest one yet, and oink in expiation as he ejaculates late inside my babe. He holds it in seat for a few seconds, then pulls out of her. There's lineage on his dick.

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

"Not bad,"Tyler William Tell me with a smile."Your sister's a overnice piece of ass."I'm struck dumb, ineffectual 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 !"President Tyler adds with a cheeky grin 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 legs. Then he turns to Josh."Listen man, what's mine is yours. I know you don't judgment sloppy seconds, so go assistance yourself !"

They switch position, 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 puppy, as she gets penetrated again. He fucks her without feeling or kindness, as if she was a sex skirt or a fleshlight. Alexa just lies there and takes it. I 'm not sure if she was even witting at that detail.

At this point, I think I passed out, because I can't remember much more during this other than those pitiful, broken little whimper, and Tyler laughing in my ear.
Next thing I remember, Alexa and I are standing up in the living room of John Tyler's star sign. Josh is glaring silently from a corner, while President Tyler speaks.
"So, are we fucking vindicated about everything I said ?"He demands. I say yes, trying only to get the Inferno out of here as soon as possible. Alexa doesn't say anything, staring at her metrical foot, until President Tyler grabs her Kuki with his script and forces her to attend up at him. She starts to cry again as she gives a tremulous nod and Tyler lets her go.

Alexa looks worse than I could give birth imagined. Her apparel is dirty and torn, hanging off her left berm where the strap tore. Her arm has a distinct handprint bruise from Tyler, and her ramification are bruised as well. Her knees are scraped and bleeding. Her hair is a jam as well, and worst of all, there's a thin trickle of blood and semen running down the back of her leg. When I look away, I notice that there 's semen in her hair too. They must take done more to her after I passed out. She's visibly trembling and any apparent motion looks like it's agony to her.

Tyler seems to be giving last 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 monition are abbreviated and to the point. Then he approaches Alexa menacingly.

He stands rightfulness in front of her, and softly raises a hand to her look, turning it upwards to look 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, sweetheart,"he whispers softly, stroking her face 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 kick. Do you desire that ?"

Tears rolling down her font, Alexa gives an almost imperceptible shake of her capitulum. Tyler tut tuts.

"That's not good enough. I asked you if you want me to await until your sore piddling 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 study, and he'll hurt her again. But then Alexa opens her back talk and quietly manages to wail 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 conceive a pudden-head piddling whore like you anyway, would they ? Would they ?"

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

"Why wouldn't they believe you ?"

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

"That's in good order. Now get the fuck out of here, you two."
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That was about five years ago. John Tyler is doing 25 to life now on a phone number of guardianship. 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 schooltime, and had job with drugs and intoxicant. 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 porn when she was low on money. Recently she's starting to get her motherfucker back together though, and with lots of therapy and help, she's gon na be okay.

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