That day had started off like any other. If you had asked me in the morn if I expected anything at all out of the ordinary to happen, I would suffer 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 principal problem was the roughneck. How pathetic is that ? I mean, how many high school day elder do you bed who still get bullied ? Of trend, it wasn't just me. Most people in my grade went in silent apprehensiveness of those kidskin. The 1 who, for whatever reason, decided that their determination at this stagecoach of their lives is to pain and agony others. most multitude were not legitimately afraid, but rather went in constant upkeep, always subconsciously mindful that while they had nothing to worry about for now, all that could change in the blink of an eye. Not me, though. For me and the various former students who had somehow ended up on the dickhead listing of Josh, President Tyler, and their posse, fear 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 scholarly person didn't tending ( they were just gladiolus it was us and not them ).

So that Friday, I come home base 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 work until previous at night, so I figure I can just hide out and deal with it on my own. But when I unlock the front door and walk in, I'm not alone. My one-time sis 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 facial expression, Alexa is not. There was a brief period when she was a stripling during which she gained some weightiness. She hated it, and with her typical dedication, began an exercise docket that took care of that problem for proficient. She kept at it, and was rewarded with a beautiful body : a monotonic abdomen, toned thighs, a beat, fit butt, and a reduce 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 twelvemonth of college then, and was visiting for the weekend. She wanted to suit a veterinary surgeon ever since she first started watching beast planet as a minuscule kid. She looks up with a shining smiling 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. enquiry I try to deflect and shrug off, but she's zip if not persistent. Plus, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out. She soon learns that I'm being bullied. Alexa doesn't bandstand for these kind of things. She gets that fierce, determined look in her eye, and William Tell me to go alter 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 activeness.

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

"These guy aren't regular, tumultuous bullies,"I tell her."They actually just remember hurting people is fun. They really just delight watching hoi polloi suffer. Just drop curtain it, I can get a new phone, I promise I'll avoid them from now on…"you get the idea. Anything I can think of to stave off 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 ask care of this spot once and for all.
"nobody messes with my piddling brother like this,"she says, and just like that it's decided. I change and we leave together. I feel physically honk and terrified, but at the clock time, I honestly had a small bit of faith that maybe Alexa could actually redeem.

I know exactly where they are. They'll be drinking at Tyler's business firm, waiting for night so they can go to bars and pledge some more. certainly enough, when we arrive, we can try music from outside the doorway. Alexa gives me a comforting smile, and rings the doorbell. The euphony stops.
It's Josh who opens the room access. At first, he seems utterly confused. I'm definitely the last-place mortal in the humanity he was expecting to see, especially side by side to a pretty girl like Alexa. But his typeface quickly goes back to its usual insensate 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 older sister, and from what I hear, you and I are going to have a problem."

If I didn't feel like throwing up, I might sustain appreciated how funny the place looked. Josh is about six ft marvellous, a full 9 inches improbable than Alexa. He also has 90 Cypriot pound on her, wanton. Still, she's standing there in a cute 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 of it as Josh, but doesn't seem to turn a loss the ability to speak in this office. Instead, he looks slightly embarrassed and shuffles his metrical foot awkwardly.

"Look, this just a misunderstanding,"he says."ejaculate in, I'll get you the phone, and then we can just propel 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 dollar bill. This response was mind-bogglingly…reasonable. Looking back, that should have set off a M red sword lily in my mind, but I'm so despairing to consider 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 daze. Josh closes the room access behind us, and locks it. Now, I actually start to get nervous. Alexa hasn't noticed. She stands in the kitchen, waiting for John Tyler to come back from his way, as Josh looks on silently.

Tyler finally returns, holding my phone in his script. He walks up to Alexa, acting perfectly cancel, holding it out for her. If things 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, Tyler jerks the phone away as Alexa goes to learn 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 articulatio coxae again, and with no confidential information of friendliness, tells him to apply the earphone back to her right-hand now.

"Sure. But get-go, register me your tits,"Tyler drawls, as casually as if he was asking about the conditions. Alexa looks like she can't believe what she's earreach.

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

"show. Me. Your. Tits."Tyler repeats nonchalantly. At the hold up Logos, he actually reaches out for her breast with his barren helping hand. Alexa smacks it away, knockout, before he can do more than lightly brush against the fabric of her apparel. She takes a pace 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 than, and his hand cup my baby's bosom before she can advertise it off. Furious, Alexa slaps Tyler across the face. Hard.

I think she realizes she's made a mistake almost immediately. Tyler gives her a cold spirit like nothing human, the variety of look a in series killer might give his victim. Alexa steps back in sudden care and uncomfortableness, raising one manus in nominal head of her as if to attend as a admonition. It doesn't oeuvre. Faster than I would have believed, President Tyler punches my baby in the gut with all his might. She's absolutely not expecting it, and Tyler is twice her sizing, so when it lands with a sickening thump, she has no chance.

She crumples to the ground, curled up holding her abdomen. I cry out in shock and whole step forward, but Josh grabs me from behind and peg my arms to my side. I'd have to bring out every day for two long time before I would be strong enough to break that grip. So I just learn miserably as my sister lies on the land, coughing uncontrollably. She struggles to get her breath back, taking open-mouthed, bass gulps of air that don't seem to be making it to her lungs.
John Tyler walk around her curled up body, looking down at his handiwork. He squats down beside her as she gasps for air and strokes her light brown tomentum, tied up in a ponytail with a blue decoration.

"Tyler,"I start weakly, unsure of what I'm going to say. But I know what's about to pass, and I have to try something. But before I can say anything else, Josh hits me knockout in the rear of the point. My eyes water and my head swims, and I say zippo more.

Instead, I watch in horror as John Tyler turns my sister over onto her back and straddles her, pinning her arms down to the basis. By now, she's recovered enough from the lick to attempt to fight back, but the size departure between them makes it an impossible job.

She struggles, trying in vain to work over, to revolve him off of her. She thrashes wildly, groundwork kicking, while Tyler just holds her sleeve and smile, taking his time. Alexa isn't shrieking or saying anything. Her eyes are encompassing in panic and panic, and the only sound are oink of elbow grease as she struggles, or the casual, fright whine 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 breast,"he says, pushing her arm up over her drumhead. He holds down both her wrists with just one hand. The other slowly travels towards my babe's body, softly rubbing her tits as she cries out miserably and redoubles her efforts to scat.

Tyler takes his time, clearly enjoying the look on Alexa's face as she's violated and groped against her will. He gets harsh and rougher with her, shoving his hand down the figurehead of her dress, squeezing and slapping her tit while laughing. He lets go of her articulatio radiocarpea, leans down and kisses her neck opening. Alexa squeals and tries to distort her organic structure away, beating down at the top of his school principal with close up clenched fist. The blows are not even shut down 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 advertize herself back a little bit, and it looks like she might be capable 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 wax weight is on her as he lies on top of her, bringing his sass right down beside her ear so he can talk.

By now, Alexa is sobbing desperately, as it's crystal realize what's about to happen to her. She still struggles, but she can barely incite under President Tyler's weight. She has found her vox by now, but she's hyperventilating so punishing she can barely get words out. In between sobs, she begs Tyler not to ache her, ready to abandon all self-respect for a fortune to annul what comes next.

Tyler takes his time, listening to her pleas with an amused grinning. Then, he clamps one hand down over her mouth, silencing her. With the early, 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 lady friend cry. I'm not going to hurt you, minuscule one,"he assures her, placing a buss on her cheek for emphasis. Alexa is quiet except for her terrified trousering, center all-embracing. 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 modification back to his grave look.

"Oh, except for the piece where I tear your tight little ass in half,"he adds, as if he had only just remembered. Alexa shriek, fresh tears rolling down her face. Her cry is muffled by the hand around her lip. President 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 be intimate right now ? Huh ? Answer me, you fiddling slit ! You like getting fucked in the ass ?"

Each repeat of the interrogative sentence is punctuated with a loud smack on her ass. He finally lifts his other hand from her backtalk and asks again, practically yelling it in her ear. His other hand is still playing with her ass underneath her dress.

"N-no, no, please no…"Alexa manages to get out through her tears, nix in her tone but terror and despair. John Tyler laughs out flashy and covers her mouth with his manus again as her cries start to rile him.

"I won't do it if you admit you're a dumb slight whore who never should sustain 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 stupid slattern who never should feature 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 capable to say anything, or whether she'd tell him to go fuck himself, or what. The whole thing is a mess of incoherent detail in my judgment. Some things I can't call back at all, like the color of the bulwark, or what time it was. But former things I remember quite vividly, like what she actually says.

"I'm a speechless whore !"She blurts out in a high-pitched squeal the instant he lifts his hand."I-I-I'm a poor fish strumpet who never…who never should let come here…I-I made a mistake, please, please, please let me go, I-I'm a dim little whore, I…"

She can barely get the words out, she's talking so fast. The desperate, pathetic missy clinging to any hope of leak is a far cry from my defiant, protective older sister who rang the doorbell not too long ago. President Tyler starts stroking her hair 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 whores ?"He doesn't pain in the ass to wait for a answer 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 significance is made bring in when President Tyler jumps to his feet with a sudden burst of manic energy. He puts a foundation on Alexa's neck so she can't get up and wrench down his pants and underdrawers. 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 sassing with one manus and hiking up her dress with the former.

He pulls down her panties. They're cute, tight pink cotton wool, with a little bow on the strawman. When he pulls them down, Alexa terror again. Her shaking hands desperately reach back, fumbling around in a sleeveless endeavor to pull her apparel back down and her underwear back up. Her center widen, looking around desperately for something, anything to save her. Her feet kick on the floor frantically, and from the muffled randomness, it's obvious that she's trying to speak into John Tyler's script, begging him to stop. But it's too late.

Tyler pushes his cock, un-lubed and bareback, into my sister with one powerful thrust. Alexa's stifled supplication are immediately cut short in a strangled, high-pitched squeal. For a legal brief sec, Tyler rests, buried as far as he can possibly go in her ass. Alexa is unsounded as well, lying completely still. The only if phone is their ventilation, John Tyler's deep and tardily, and Alexa's needlelike and quick. Then the consequence 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 words every clip President Tyler's consistence slams back against her, oculus scrunched up in agony.

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

Then Tyler stops for a endorsement to overtake his breath. He sits up, kneeling behind Alexa's barely moving consistency. Her ass is badly bruised from the beating it's suffered. Her mouth opens as if to scream or cry, but only a pitiful little squeak escapes.

Tyler gives her little chance to retrieve. Grabbing her pelvis, he pulls her up onto all fours. Alexa barely has the strength to resist anymore, except to desperately shake her mind as if that will hold on him. But her mouth is free now and she can actually breathe, so when he penetrates her from behind again, she squeals with every violent jabbing.

The new billet seems to take given new energy to Tyler, and he attacks poor Alexa savagely. His aright hand holds her ponytail, wrenching her head back, forcing her back to arch as far as it will go. The early hand grabs one of her wrists and twists her arm painfully behind her. It looks like he's going to break it. Alexa's face is contorted in agony, and when, after several long 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 principal back down to the ground. He shoves her case difficult into the roofing tile, pressing down her cheek on the level so she can see her rapist on top of her out of the corner of her eye.

He increases the pace and mogul of his thrusts, pulling her back into him by the shoulder joint as he thrusts his hips forward. Alexa is yanked back and Forth River violently, hands beating helplessly against the floor.

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

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

"Not bad,"Tyler Tell me with a grinning."Your Sister's a prissy objet d'art of ass."I'm struck dumb, ineffectual to say anything. At the time, the whole matter felt like a nightmare I was going to wake up up from any second.

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

They switch position, President Tyler holding me down while Josh pass 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 indisputable if she was even conscious at that point.

At this point, I think I passed out, because I can't think back much more during this former than those pitiful, broken little whimper, and Tyler laughing in my ear.
Next affair I remember, Alexa and I are standing up in the sustenance room of Tyler's menage. Josh is glaring silently from a corner, while Tyler speaks.
"So, are we fucking take in about everything I said ?"He demands. I say yes, trying only to get the hell out of here as soon as potential. Alexa doesn't say anything, staring at her animal foot, until President Tyler grabs her chin with his helping 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 worse than I could bear imagined. Her clothes is muddy and snap, hanging off her left wing berm where the strap torus. Her arm has a distinct handprint contusion from Tyler, and her legs are bruised as well. Her knee joint are scraped and bleeding. Her hair is a flock as well, and worst of all, there's a thin dribble of blood and semen running down the back of her leg. When I look away, I notice that there 's cum in her hair too. They must cause done Thomas More to her after I passed out. She's visibly trembling and any apparent movement looks like it's agony to her.

Tyler seems to be giving terminal admonition before letting us go. He knows I could never tell anyone. He's jazz me for yr. He knows that I'm a coward. Therefore, my monition are brief and to the point. Then he approaches Alexa menacingly.

He stands veracious in front of her, and softly raises a hand to her facial expression, turning it upwards to appear at him. His former hand caresses her chest, down to her waist and her ass, running possessively over her deflower body.

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

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

"That's not good enough. I asked you if you want me to wait 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 oeuvre, and he'll hurt her again. But then Alexa opens her rima oris and quietly manages to mewl what she needs to say to get away from him.

"N-no, I…don't w-want that…"

Tyler's smiling broadens."ripe, because even if you did, no one would believe a unintelligent little tart like you anyway, would they ? Would they ?"

"No,"Alexa whispered obediently, staring at her feet 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 right. Now get the fuck out of here, you two."
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That was about five years ago. Tyler is doing 25 to biography now on a number of billing. Josh is doing 15 in exchange for ratting on John Tyler.

Alexa was deeply damaged by what happened to her. She ended up dropping out of schooltime, and had problem 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 pornos when she was low on money. Recently she's starting to get her shit back together though, and with lots of therapy and helper, she's gon na be okay.

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