That day had started off like any other. If you had asked me in the dayspring if I expected anything at all out of the ordinary bicycle to happen, I would bear 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 startle it all over again tomorrow. But that's not what ended up happening…

The main problem was the yobbo. How pathetic is that ? I mean, how many high schooling seniors do you know who still get bullied ? Of course, it wasn't just me. Most people in my grade went in mum dread of those kids. The ones who, for whatever grounds, decided that their function at this phase of their lives is to hurt and torment others. nearly masses were not legitimately afraid, but rather went in unceasing care, always subconsciously aware that while they had nothing to vex about for now, all that could switch in the wink of an eye. Not me, though. For me and the several other scholarly person who had somehow ended up on the shite list of Josh, Tyler, and their posse, fear was the fiat 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 bookman didn't care ( they were just happy it was us and not them ).

So that Friday, 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 eye. All in all, I look like I just got mugged. My parents are at study until late at night, so I figure I can just hide out and treat with it on my own. But when I unlock the front door and walk of life 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 terms of looking at, Alexa is not. There was a legal brief stop when she was a teenager during which she gained some weight. She hated it, and with her typical commitment, began an exercise agenda that took care of that trouble for adept. She kept at it, and was rewarded with a beautiful body : a matted stomach, toned thigh, a one shot, fit butt, and a reduce waist. I was always jealous of how well-situated 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 become a vet ever since she first started watching Animal planet as a slight 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 variety of interrogative sentence about what happened to me, who did it, etc. Questions I try to forefend and shrug off, but she's nada if not unrelenting. Plus, it doesn't take a projectile scientist to figure it out. She soon learns that I'm being bullied. Alexa doesn't stand for these variety of matter. She gets that fierce, determined facial expression in her eye, and Tell me to go change right now. She tells me we're going to go get my stolen telephone set back from Tyler, and then we're going straight to the school to call for action mechanism.

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

"These guys aren't regular, disoblige tough,"I tell her."They actually just think hurting people is fun. They really just enjoy watching people 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 cogitate of to invalidate having to go see these guys again. Alexa isn't having any of it. She insists that this is the better way to deal with it, and that even if I don't do it, she's going to take caution of this situation once and for all.
"nobody messes with my slight Brother like this,"she says, and just like that it's decided. I change and we leave together. I feel physically gruesome and terrified, but at the time, I honestly had a trivial bit of organized religion 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 barroom and drink some more. certain enough, when we arrive, we can listen music from outside the door. Alexa gives me a comforting smiling, 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 person in the world he was expecting to see, especially succeeding to a pretty female child like Alexa. But his face quickly goes back to its usual cold scowl.

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

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

If I didn't tone like throwing up, I might throw appreciated how laughable the situation looked. Josh is about six substructure marvelous, a full 9 in taller than Alexa. He also has 90 pounds on her, easy. Still, she's standing there in a cunning floral sundress, hands on her pelvis, glaring blooming execution at him. He doesn't seem to cognize 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 drop off the ability to speak in this site. Instead, he looks slightly embarrassed and shuffles his ft awkwardly.

"aspect, 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 make fun anymore."
I couldn't have been more surprised if he'd have handed me a million buck. This chemical reaction was mind-bogglingly…reasonable. Looking back, that should stimulate set off a thou red pin in my mind, but I'm so desperate to conceive it that I push those concerns aside. Alexa seems delight that this is going so well. She beckons me to step inside, and I do it without thinking, as if in a daze. 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 come back from his room, as Josh looks on silently.

Tyler finally returns, holding my earpiece in his hand. He walks up to Alexa, acting perfectly natural, 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 good to be true.

Quick as a snake in the grass, 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 disrespect, clearly considering this to be quite childish and beneath her. She puts her hands on her pelvic arch again, and with no hint of friendliness, tells him to give the speech sound back to her right now.

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

"apology me ?"she asks in incredulous ire."What did you just say ?"

"appearance. Me. Your. Tits."President Tyler repeats nonchalantly. At the last word, he actually reaches out for her chest with his free hand. Alexa smacks it away, concentrated, before he can do More than lightly brush against the fabric of her dress. She takes a footstep back, and looks as if she's about to absolutely go off on Tyler. But before she can say anything, he does it again. This time he commits a little Thomas More, and his hand cups my sister's titty before she can push it off. Furious, Alexa slaps Tyler across the aspect. Hard.

I think she realizes she's made a misunderstanding almost immediately. Tyler gives her a inhuman flavor like nothing human, the variety of look a serial Orcinus orca might give his victims. Alexa steps back in sudden fright and discomfort, raising one hand in front of her as if to serve as a warning. It doesn't work. quick than I would have believed, Tyler punches my babe 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 priming, curled up holding her belly. I cry out in shock and footfall forward, but Josh grabs me from behind and PIN my weapon system to my side of meat. I'd have to work out every day for two years before I would be strong enough to break that grip. So I just watch miserably as my sister lies on the primer coat, coughing uncontrollably. She struggles to get her breath back, taking open-mouthed, cryptic swig of air that don't seem to be making it to her lungs.
President Tyler walks around her curled up eubstance, looking down at his handiwork. He squats down beside her as she gasps for air and strokes her light brown hair, tied up in a ponytail with a blue thread.

"John Tyler,"I start weakly, unsure of what I'm going to say. But I know what's about to bump, and I have to try something. But before I can say anything else, Josh hits me hard in the vertebral column of the head. My eyes H2O and my promontory swimming, and I say nil more.

Instead, I watch in repulsion as John Tyler turns my baby over onto her back and straddles her, pinning her arms down to the footing. By now, she's recovered enough from the punch to attempt to campaign back, but the size difference of opinion between them makes it an impossible task.

She struggles, trying in vain to twist over, to roll him off of her. She thrashes wildly, ft kicking, while Tyler just holds her limb and grinning, taking his time. Alexa isn't screaming or saying anything. Her eyes are full in panic and holy terror, and the only sounds are grunts of exertion as she struggles, or the episodic, fright whimper deep in her throat.

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

"You know, all I wanted was to see your mammilla,"he says, pushing her arms up over her principal. He holds down both her wrists with just one hand. The early slowly traveling towards my sister's eubstance, softly rubbing her pap as she cries out miserably and redoubles her try to escape.

Tyler takes his time, clearly enjoying the spirit on Alexa's face as she's violated and groped against her will. He gets jolting and rougher with her, shoving his helping hand down the straw man of her dress, squeezing and slapping her tit while laughing. He lets go of her radiocarpal joint, leans down and kisses her neck opening. Alexa squeals and tries to distort her body away, beating down at the top of his top dog with closed fists. The blows are not even close to bothersome for President 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 worm 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 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 stomach, and mounts her again. This prison term, his full weight is on her as he lies on top of her, bringing his rim right down beside her ear so he can talk.

By now, Alexa is sobbing desperately, as it's watch crystal take in what's about to befall to her. She still struggles, but she can barely move under John Tyler's weight. She has found her voice by now, but she's hyperventilating so hard she can barely get words out. In between sobs, she begs Tyler not to hurt her, ready to vacate all self-worth for a chance to forefend what comes next.

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

"Shhh, don't cry,"he whispers to her in a distort mockery of a loving tonus."I don't like when daughter cry. I'm not going to hurt you, trivial one,"he assures her, placing a kiss on her nerve for stress. Alexa is quiet except for her terrorize heaving, centre panoptic. I'm not sure if she thought he was serious, but if she did, it didn't last long.

Tyler suddenly stops stroking her head, and his voice alteration back to his good tonus.

"Oh, except for the theatrical role where I tear your tight little ass in half,"he adds, as if he had only just remembered. Alexa screams, refreshed weeping rolling down her cheeks. Her cry is muffled by the hired man around her mouth. Tyler's other 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 ?"John Tyler asks loudly."You want to get bang right now ? Huh ? resolution me, you piffling bitch ! 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 paw from her mouth 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 binge, goose egg in her step but terror and despair. Tyler laughs out loud and covers her mouth with his hand again as her shout start to annoy him.

"I won't do it if you admit you're a dull slight whore who never should have come here,"he finally tells her."When I let go of your look, all you have to do is explicate to me that you're just a stupid slut who never should suffer tried to fuck 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 fuck himself, or what. The unit affair is a pile of incoherent details in my mind. Some things I can't call up at all, like the semblance of the walls, or what clip it was. But other things I remember quite vividly, like what she actually says.

"I'm a mute cocotte !"She blurts out in a high-pitched squeal the secondly he lifts his handwriting."I-I-I'm a dolt slut who never…who never should give birth come here…I-I made a mistake, please, please, please let me go, I-I'm a dumb little cocotte, I…"

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

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

In her affright, it's clear that what he said doesn't quite register with Alexa at first. But the meaning is made exculpate when Tyler jumps to his human foot with a sudden burst of manic vitality. He puts a foot on Alexa's neck so she can't get up and pulls down his pants and boxers. His dick is vast, and sway hard with all the"foreplay"he's been doing. He lies down on top of Alexa again, holding her mouth with one handwriting and hiking up her dress with the other.

He pulls down her panties. They're cute, tight pink cotton plant, with a little bow on the front. When he pulls them down, Alexa scare again. Her shaking handwriting desperately reach back, fumbling around in a otiose try to pull her apparel back down and her underwear back up. Her eyes widen, looking around desperately for something, anything to pull through her. Her invertebrate foot kick on the floor frantically, and from the muffled randomness, it's obvious that she's trying to speak into Tyler's deal, begging him to stop. But it's too late.

Tyler pushes his dick, un-lubed and bareback, into my sister with one powerful driving force. Alexa's stifled plea are immediately cut shortsighted in a strangled, high-pitched squeal. For a legal brief bit, Tyler rests, buried as far as he can possibly go in her ass. Alexa is soundless as well, lying completely still. The only audio is their breathing, Tyler's deep and dull, and Alexa's sharp and quick. Then the moment passes.

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

I can see her short dead body tremble with each poking, 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 breathe from a combination of shock, pain, and being physically crushed under his weight.

Then Tyler stops for a second to enchant his breathing time. He sits up, kneeling behind Alexa's barely moving torso. Her ass is badly bruised from the beating it's suffered. Her backtalk opens as if to scream or cry, but only a pitiful piffling squeak escapes.

President Tyler gives her little fortune to reclaim. Grabbing her hips, he pulls her up onto all fours. Alexa barely has the intensity to resist anymore, except to desperately judder her head as if that will stop him. But her back talk is free now and she can actually take a breath, so when he penetrates her from behind again, she squeals with every violent knife thrust.

The new stead seems to own given new get-up-and-go to Tyler, and he attacks poor Alexa savagely. His mighty helping hand holds her ponytail, wrenching her chief back, forcing her back to archway as far as it will go. The other deal snatch one of her carpus and twists her arm painfully behind her. It looks like he's going to disclose it. Alexa's grimace is contorted in excruciation, and when, after various long arcminute, he lets go, she can barely put any weight unit on the arm.

Not that it matters anyway. Feeling end to finished, Tyler grabs her by the shoulders and forces her head word back down to the terra firma. He shoves her fount severely into the roofing tile, pressing down her impertinence on the 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 jab, pulling her back into him by the articulatio humeri as he thrusts his hips forward. Alexa is yanked back and forth violently, hands beating helplessly against the storey.

And then, after what seems like an eternity, Tyler gives one cobbler's last drive, the deepest one yet, and grunt in satisfaction as he ejaculates deep inside my sis. He holds it in place for a few minute, then pulls out of her. There's profligate on his dick.

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

"Not bad,"President Tyler Tell me with a smile."Your sister's a nice musical composition of ass."I'm struck dumb, unable to say anything. At the time, the unharmed thing felt like a incubus I was going to awaken up from any second.

"See, I think she likes me !"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 ramification. Then he turns to Josh."Listen man, what's mine is yours. I know you don't mind sloppy instant, so go assistant yourself !"

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

At this point, I think I passed out, because I can't remember much more during this other than those pitiful, transgress little whines, and Tyler laughing in my ear.
Next thing I remember, Alexa and I are standing up in the living room of John Tyler's house. Josh is glaring silently from a corner, while Tyler speaks.
"So, are we fucking pull in about everything I said ?"He demands. I say yes, trying only to get the hell out of here as soon as possible. Alexa doesn't say anything, staring at her feet, until Tyler grabs her chin with his hand and forces her to look 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 own imagined. Her dress is dirty and torn, hanging off her forget shoulder where the shoulder strap tore. Her arm has a distinct handprint bruise from John Tyler, and her ramification are bruised as well. Her knees are scraped and bleeding. Her tomentum is a mess as well, and speculative of all, there's a thin trickle of blood and seminal fluid running down the back of her leg. When I look away, I notice that there 's semen in her fuzz too. They must have done Thomas More to her after I passed out. She's visibly trembling and any bm looks like it's suffering to her.

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

He stands right in forepart of her, and softly raises a bridge player to her face, turning it upwards to look at him. His other paw caresses her bureau, down to her waistline and her ass, running possessively over her bankrupt torso.

"Don't tell anybody what happened here, sweetheart,"he whispers softly, stroking her look with the binding of his finger's breadth."If you do, I'm going to fuck you again. I'm going to get laid you even harder, you sweet piffling bitch. Do you want that ?"

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

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

For a indorse I'm terrified that it won't body of work, and he'll hurt her again. But then Alexa opens her mouth 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."Good, because even if you did, no one would believe a stupid footling woman of the street like you anyway, would they ? Would they ?"

"No,"Alexa whispered obediently, staring at her feet with her deal folded demurely in nominal head of her again.

"Why wouldn't they believe you ?"

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

"That's right. Now get the fucking out of here, you two."
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That was about five years ago. President Tyler is doing 25 to spirit now on a telephone number of charges. Josh is doing 15 in interchange for ratting on Tyler.

Alexa was deeply damaged by what happened to her. She ended up dropping out of school, and had problems 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 twelvemonth or two, and I know she starred in some low budget amateur erotica when she was low on money. Recently she's starting to get her shit back together though, and with oodles of therapy and help, she's gon na be okay.

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