That day had started off like any other. If you had asked me in the first light if I expected anything at all out of the ordinary to fall out, I would have shrugged and said no. I woke up at 7 AM, had breakfast, went to shoal, and was perfectly mental object with going home at the end of the day, watching some TV, and waiting to initiate it all over again tomorrow. But that's not what ended up happening…

The chief trouble was the bullies. How pathetic is that ? I mean, how many highschool school day seniors do you know who still get bullied ? Of path, it wasn't just me. Most masses in my grade went in mute savvy of those kids. The one who, for whatever ground, decided that their purpose at this stage of their lives is to ache and torment others. Most multitude were not legitimately afraid, but rather went in constant care, always subconsciously aware 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 other students who had somehow ended up on the Irish bull tilt of Josh, Tyler, and their posse, care 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 secern them ) and the early educatee didn't care ( they were just sword lily it was us and not them ).

So that Fri, I come plate in the good afternoon, trying to get to my room as inconspicuously as potential. 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 late at dark, so I figure I can just hide out and deal with it on my own. But when I unlock the front doorway and base on balls 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 looks, Alexa is not. There was a legal brief period when she was a teenager during which she gained some system of weights. She hated it, and with her distinctive loyalty, began an exercise schedule that took care of that problem for good. She kept at it, and was rewarded with a beautiful dead body : a flavorless stomach, toned thigh, a stave, fit backside, and a slenderize waistline. I was always jealous of how loose 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 Animal Planet as a little kid. She looks up with a lustrous smile when I come in. It quickly turns to horror as she sees the state I'm in. Horrified, she starts asking all variety of dubiousness about what happened to me, who did it, etc. interrogative I try to deflect and shrug off, but she's nix if not dour. Plus, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to project it out. She soon learns that I'm being bullied. Alexa doesn't stand for these kinds of things. She gets that fierce, determined look in her eye, and tells me to go shift 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 military action.

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

"These Guy aren't habitue, distract bullies,"I tell her."They actually just intend hurting people is fun. They really just revel watching hoi polloi suffer. Just drop it, I can get a new telephone set, I promise I'll avoid them from now on…"you get the idea. Anything I can intend of to avoid having to go see these guys again. Alexa isn't having any of it. She insists that this is the just way to deal with it, and that even if I don't do it, she's going to take aid 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 sick and terrified, but at the time, I honestly had a short bit of faith that maybe Alexa could actually turn in.

I know exactly where they are. They'll be drinking at President Tyler's house, waiting for night so they can go to barroom and toast some more. Sure enough, when we arrive, we can hear music from outside the door. Alexa gives me a comforting grin, and rings the doorbell. The medicine stops.
It's Josh who opens the doorway. At starting time, he seems utterly confused. I'm definitely the last mortal in the existence he was expecting to see, especially side by side to a pretty girl like Alexa. But his human 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 possess a problem."

If I didn't flavor like throwing up, I might throw appreciated how comical the situation looked. Josh is about six metrical unit tall, a full 9 inch grandiloquent than Alexa. He also has 90 pounds on her, easy. Still, she's standing there in a cute floral sundress, hands on her pelvic arch, glaring flaming murder at him. He doesn't seem to get it on what to say, but by now, Tyler has come to see what the heist is. He's about the Lapplander size as Josh, but doesn't seem to lose the ability to speak in this office. Instead, he looks slightly embarrassed and shuffles his pes awkwardly.

"Look, this just a misunderstanding,"he says."semen in, I'll get you the telephone set, and then we can just affect on, okay ? We won't even babble 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 have set off a thousand red flags in my mind, but I'm so dire to believe it that I push those business organization 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 Tyler to come back from his way, as Josh looks on silently.

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

Quick as a snake in the grass, Tyler jerks the phone away as Alexa goes to learn it, holding it above his pass. He grins nastily as Alexa looks at him with disdain, clearly considering this to be quite childish and beneath her. She puts her hands on her pelvis again, and with no hint of friendliness, tells him to return the speech sound back to her right-hand now.

"Sure. But outset, show me your mammilla,"John 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 ire."What did you just say ?"

"appearance. Me. Your. Tits."Tyler repeats nonchalantly. At the final stage word, he actually reaches out for her chest with his free hand. Alexa smacks it away, voiceless, before he can do Thomas More than lightly brush against the fabric of her frock. 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 time he commits a little Thomas More, and his hand cups my sis's breasts before she can push it off. Furious, Alexa slaps President Tyler across the facial expression. Hard.

I think she realizes she's made a fault almost immediately. Tyler gives her a cold feel like zippo human, the sorting of look a serial cause of death might establish his dupe. Alexa steps back in sudden fear and irritation, raising one hand in battlefront of her as if to answer as a warning. It doesn't work. Faster than I would ingest 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 ground, curled up holding her tum. I cry out in shock and stride forward, but Josh grabs me from behind and rowlock my arms to my side. I'd have to wreak out every day for two years before I would be strong enough to break away that grip. So I just look on miserably as my sister lies on the solid ground, coughing uncontrollably. She struggles to get her breath back, taking open-mouthed, deep gulps of air that don't seem to be making it to her lungs.
Tyler walks around her curled up body, looking down at his handiwork. He squats down beside her as she gasps for air and strokes her weak chocolate-brown fuzz, tied up in a ponytail with a blueish ribbon.

"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 hard in the spine of the head. My eyes water system and my head swims, and I say nothing more.

Instead, I watch in repugnance as Tyler turns my babe over onto her spinal column and straddles her, pinning her arms down to the dry land. By now, she's recovered enough from the punch to assay to fight back, but the size conflict between them makes it an unacceptable undertaking.

She struggles, trying in vain to reverse over, to wander him off of her. She thrashes wildly, feet kicking, while John Tyler just holds her arms and smile, taking his time. Alexa isn't shrieking or saying anything. Her centre are wide in scare and terror, and the only sounds are grunt of exertion as she struggles, or the occasional, scare wail oceanic abyss in her throat.

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

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

Tyler takes his clock time, clearly enjoying the aspect on Alexa's face as she's violated and groped against her will. He gets crude and rougher with her, shoving his script down the social movement of her garb, squeezing and slapping her knocker while laughing. He lets go of her wrists, leans down and kisses her cervix. Alexa squeals and tries to contort her body away, beating down at the top of his head with closed fists. The blows are not even close down to bothersome for Tyler, but they are annoying him. Not only that, but now his epinephrin 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 little bit, and it looks like she might be able to get back on her foot. 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 fully weight 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 crystallize what's about to happen to her. She still struggles, but she can barely move under President Tyler's weight. She has found her voice by now, but she's hyperventilating so hard she can barely get words out. In between dickhead, she begs Tyler not to hurt her, ready to abandon all self-regard for a chance to avoid what comes next.

John Tyler takes his time, listening to her pleas with an amused smile. Then, he clamps one bridge player down over her mouth, silencing her. With the former, he gently strokes Alexa's pilus, thoroughly enjoying the moment.

"Shhh, don't cry,"he whispers to her in a twisted mockery of a loving pure tone."I don't like when young lady cry. I'm not going to spite you, footling one,"he assures her, placing a buss on her cheek for vehemence. Alexa is unruffled except for her terrified panting, eyes spacious. I'm not sure if she thought he was serious, but if she did, it didn't end long.

Tyler suddenly stops stroking her head, and his spokesperson variety back to his serious tonus.

"Oh, except for the part where I tear your pixilated little ass in half,"he adds, as if he had only just remembered. Alexa screaming, saucy binge rolling down her impudence. Her cry is muffled by the hired hand around her sassing. Tyler's other hand reaches down to the hem of her garb 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 fucked right now ? Huh ? Answer me, you trivial cunt ! You like getting fucked in the ass ?"

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

"N-no, no, please no…"Alexa manages to get out through her tears, zip in her tone but holy terror and desperation. Tyler laughs out garish and covers her rima oris with his hand again as her cries start to annoy him.

"I won't do it if you admit you're a dumb little whore who never should have come here,"he finally tells her."When I let go of your look, all you have to do is explain to me that you're just a dolt slut who never should experience tried to love with me, and I won't trauma 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 totally matter is a mess of incoherent details in my creative thinker. Some matter I can't remember at all, like the color of the rampart, or what metre it was. But other thing I remember quite vividly, like what she actually says.

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

She can barely get the password out, she's talking so fast. The desperate, pathetic girl clinging to any hope of escape valve is a far cry from my defiant, protective older babe who rang the bell not too long ago. John 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 know 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 scare, it's clear that what he said doesn't quite cash register with Alexa at first. But the signification is made cleared when Tyler jumps to his feet with a sudden burst of manic Department of Energy. He puts a foot on Alexa's neck so she can't get up and clout down his pants and boxers. His hawkshaw is huge, and shake grueling with all the"foreplay"he's been doing. He lies down on top of Alexa again, holding her oral fissure with one bridge player and hiking up her wearing apparel with the early.

He pulls down her panties. They're cute, wet pink cotton plant, with a minuscule bow on the front. When he pulls them down, Alexa panics again. Her shaking workforce desperately reach back, fumbling around in a vain try to extract her dress back down and her underclothes back up. Her centre widen, looking around desperately for something, anything to save her. Her feet kick on the floor frantically, and from the muffled racket, it's obvious that she's trying to verbalise into Tyler's hand, begging him to quit. But it's too late.

President Tyler pushes his dick, un-lubed and bareback, into my sister with one muscular knife thrust. Alexa's stifled plea are immediately cut unawares in a strangled, 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 only sound is their breathing, John Tyler's late and slack, and Alexa's sharply and quickly. Then the import passes.

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

I can see her little organic structure tremble with each poke, 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 emit from a compounding of cushion, pain, and being physically crushed under his weight.

Then President Tyler stops for a second to capture his breath. He sits up, kneeling behind Alexa's barely moving physical structure. Her ass is badly bruised from the beating it's suffered. Her mouth opens as if to hollo or cry, but only a piteous trivial squeak escapes.

John Tyler gives her small chance to recuperate. Grabbing her articulatio coxae, he pulls her up onto all IV. Alexa barely has the strength to resist anymore, except to desperately shake her straits as if that will stop him. But her rima oris is loose now and she can actually rest, so when he penetrates her from rump again, she squeals with every violent thrust.

The new emplacement seems to have given new vim to President Tyler, and he attacks pathetic Alexa savagely. His right hand holds her ponytail, wrenching her fountainhead back, forcing her back to arch as far as it will go. The early hired hand catch one of her radiocarpal joint 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 unit on the arm.

Not that it matters anyway. Feeling conclude to finished, Tyler grabs her by the articulatio humeri and forces her heading back down to the ground. He shoves her face hard into the roofing tile, pressing down her face on the floor so she can see her rapist on top of her out of the niche of her eye.

He increases the pace and great power of his push, pulling her cover into him by the shoulder joint as he thrusts his pelvic arch forward. Alexa is yanked back and forth violently, manus beating helplessly against the floor.

And then, after what seems like an timelessness, Tyler gives one final stage thrust, the deepest one yet, and grunts in satisfaction as he ejaculates deep inside my sis. He holds it in blank space for a few seconds, then pulls out of her. There's blood on his dick.

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

"Not bad,"Tyler tells me with a smile."Your sister's a courteous musical composition of ass."I'm struck dumb, ineffective to say anything. At the time, the whole thing felt like a incubus I was going to heat up from any second.

"See, I think she likes me !"Tyler adds with a cheeky grinning as he looks at Alexa lying on her tum, hands reaching slowly, clumsily behind her, trying to draw out her torn and ruined scanty back up her numb, bruised branch. Then he turns to Josh."Listen man, what's mine is yours. I know you don't mind sloppy minute, so go assistance yourself !"

They switch position, John Tyler holding me down while Josh walk of life 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 doll or a fleshlight. Alexa just lies there and takes it. I 'm not sure if she was even conscious at that period.

At this level, I think I passed out, because I can't remember much more during this other than those lamentable, broken little whines, and John Tyler laughing in my ear.
Next thing I remember, Alexa and I are standing up in the aliveness 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 potential. Alexa doesn't say anything, staring at her feet, until 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 regretful than I could have imagined. Her dress is dirty and shoot down, hanging off her left shoulder where the strap tore. Her arm has a distinct handprint bruise from Tyler, and her legs are bruised as well. Her genu are scraped and bleeding. Her hairsbreadth is a mess as well, and pip of all, there's a lean trickle of blood and semen running down the back of her leg. When I look away, I notice that there 's ejaculate in her whisker too. They must have done more than to her after I passed out. She's visibly trembling and any drift looks like it's agony to her.

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

He stands right in battlefront of her, and softly raises a hand to her brass, turning it upwards to look at him. His other hand caresses her chest, down to her waist and her ass, running possessively over her deflower torso.

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

Tears rolling down her face, Alexa gives an almost imperceptible milkshake of her fountainhead. President Tyler tut tuts.

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

For a minute 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 wail what she needs to say to get away from him.

"N-no, I…don't w-want that…"

Tyler's smiling broadens."estimable, because even if you did, no one would believe a stupe little whore 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 stupid small whore."

"That's right. Now get the fuck out of here, you two."
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That was about five class ago. Tyler is doing 25 to life now on a number of charges. Josh is doing 15 in commutation for ratting on Tyler.

Alexa was deeply damaged by what happened to her. She ended up dropping out of school day, and had problems with drugs and alcoholic drink. 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 destiny of therapy and help, she's gon na be okay.

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