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

The independent problem was the roughneck. How silly is that ? I mean, how many senior high school day seniors do you know who still get bullied ? Of course of study, it wasn't just me. virtually masses in my grade went in silent apprehension of those kid. The ones who, for whatever intellect, decided that their intention at this degree of their lives is to hurt and excruciate others. Most people were not legitimately afraid, but rather went in constant maintenance, always subconsciously aware that while they had nil to vex about for now, all that could shift in the blink of an eye. Not me, though. For me and the several former scholarly person who had somehow ended up on the shit list of Josh, Tyler, and their posse, care was the club of the day. They beat us up. Stole from us. Humiliated us. The instructor didn't know about it ( we were afraid to tell them ) and the early scholarly person didn't guardianship ( they were just glad it was us and not them ).

So that Friday, I come dwelling house in the good afternoon, trying to get to my room as inconspicuously as possible. My shirt arm is ripped, my lip is split, and I have a calamitous eye. All in all, I look like I just got mugged. My parents are at work until late at night, so I figure I can just hide out and deal with it on my own. But when I unlock the figurehead door and 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 shirker. And while I'm very forgettable in condition of tone, Alexa is not. There was a brief point when she was a stripling during which she gained some weight unit. She hated it, and with her distinctive dedication, began an exercise docket that took care of that trouble for effective. She kept at it, and was rewarded with a beautiful body : a flatcar stomach, toned thighs, a round, fit butt, and a svelte shank. I was always jealous of how comfortable she made it look.

Anyway, I walk in and there she is. She was in her sophomore yr of college then, and was visiting for the weekend. She wanted to become a veterinary ever since she first started watching Animal Planet as a little kid. She looks up with a brightly smile when I come in. It quickly turns to horror as she sees the state of matter I'm in. Horrified, she starts asking all variety of questions about what happened to me, who did it, etc. doubtfulness I try to deflect and shrug off, but she's cypher if not persistent. Plus, it doesn't take a roquette scientist to figure it out. She soon learns that I'm being bullied. Alexa doesn't outdoor stage for these kinds of matter. She gets that fierce, determined looking at in her eye, and William Tell me to go interchange right now. She tells me we're going to go get my stolen phone back from John Tyler, and then we're going heterosexual to the school to demand action.

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

"These guys aren't habitue, troubled bullies,"I tell her."They actually just recollect hurting people is fun. They really just revel watching people suffer. Just drop-off it, I can get a new phone, I promise I'll avoid them from now on…"you get the musical theme. Anything I can think of to avoid having to go see these guys again. Alexa isn't having any of it. She insists that this is the unspoiled way to deal with it, and that even if I don't do it, she's going to exact fear of this situation once and for all.
"nonentity messes with my little buddy like this,"she says, and just like that it's decided. I change and we leave together. I feel physically pale and terrified, but at the meter, I honestly had a piddling bit of religious belief that maybe Alexa could actually deliver.

I know exactly where they are. They'll be drinking at President Tyler's house, waiting for night so they can go to taproom and drink some more. sure enough enough, when we arrive, we can hear music from outside the doorway. Alexa gives me a comforting grin, and rings the buzzer. The music stops.
It's Josh who opens the doorway. At first, he seems utterly confused. I'm definitely the concluding individual in the world he was expecting to see, especially adjacent to a pretty girl like Alexa. But his nerve 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 let a problem."

If I didn't feel like throwing up, I might give appreciated how mirthful the situation looked. Josh is about six base tall, a full 9 inch taller than Alexa. He also has 90 lb on her, easy. Still, she's standing there in a precious flowered sundress, hands on her hips, glaring crashing murder at him. He doesn't seem to have intercourse what to say, but by now, Tyler has come to see what the holdup is. He's about the Saami size as Josh, but doesn't seem to lose the ability to speak in this situation. Instead, he looks slightly embarrassed and shuffles his feet awkwardly.

"Look, this just a misunderstanding,"he says."seed in, I'll get you the earpiece, and then we can just travel on, okay ? We won't even let the cat out of the bag to you jest at anymore."
I couldn't have been more surprised if he'd have handed me a million dollars. This reaction was mind-bogglingly…reasonable. Looking back, that should have set off a thousand red flags in my judgment, 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 step inside, and I do it without thinking, as if in a haze. Josh closes the doorway behind us, and locks it. Now, I actually start to get queasy. Alexa hasn't noticed. She stands in the kitchen, waiting for John Tyler to come back from his elbow room, as Josh looks on silently.

Tyler finally returns, holding my telephone set in his hand. He walks up to Alexa, acting perfectly rude, holding it out for her. If matter had just gone smoothly, we could have been home half an hour later watching TV. But it was too adept to be true.

Quick as a snake, Tyler jerks the phone away as Alexa goes to call for it, holding it above his capitulum. He grins nastily as Alexa looks at him with disrespect, clearly considering this to be quite infantile and beneath her. She puts her hands on her articulatio coxae again, and with no lead of friendliness, tells him to return the phone back to her right hand now.

"Sure. But first, show 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 listening.

"self-justification me ?"she asks in incredulous anger."What did you just say ?"

"Show. Me. Your. Tits."Tyler repeats nonchalantly. At the close word, he actually reaches out for her thorax with his gratuitous helping hand. Alexa smacks it away, hard, before he can do More than lightly brush against the fabric of her wearing 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 sentence he commits a little more than, and his hand cups my sister's titty before she can push it off. Furious, Alexa slaps President Tyler across the nerve. Hard.

I think she realizes she's made a mistake almost immediately. Tyler gives her a cold look like naught human, the sorting of look a serial sea wolf might contribute his dupe. Alexa steps back in sudden fear and discomfort, raising one hand in social movement of her as if to serve as a admonition. It doesn't work. Faster than I would have believed, Tyler punches my sister in the gut with all his might. She's absolutely not expecting it, and President Tyler is twice her size of it, so when it lands with a sickening thud, she has no chance.

She crumples to the earth, curled up holding her stomach. I cry out in shock absorber and step forward, but Josh grabs me from behind and pins my weaponry to my side. I'd have to work out every day for two geezerhood before I would be hard enough to bankrupt that grip. So I just catch miserably as my sister lies on the soil, coughing uncontrollably. She struggles to get her breathing time back, taking open-mouthed, deep gulps of air that don't seem to be making it to her lungs.
Tyler base on balls around her curled up physical structure, looking down at his handiwork. He squats down beside her as she gasps for air and strokes her light brownish fuzz, tied up in a ponytail with a disconsolate laurel wreath.

"Tyler,"I start weakly, unsure of what I'm going to say. But I know what's about to chance, and I have to try something. But before I can say anything else, Josh hits me severely in the back of the capitulum. My eyes water and my head swim, and I say zilch more.

Instead, I watch in revulsion as President Tyler turns my baby over onto her spine and straddles her, pinning her arms down to the ground. By now, she's recovered enough from the lick to attempt to fight back, but the size difference between them makes it an impossible labor.

She struggles, trying in vain to turn over, to pluck him off of her. She thrashes wildly, pes kicking, while Tyler just holds her arms and grinning, taking his time. Alexa isn't screaming or saying anything. Her eyes are wide in panic and scourge, and the solely sounds are grunt of exertion as she struggles, or the episodic, panic-struck wail trench 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 knocker,"he says, pushing her arms up over her question. He holds down both her wrists with just one hand. The early slowly travels towards my sister's body, softly rubbing her mammilla as she cries out miserably and redoubles her sweat to escape.

Tyler takes his fourth dimension, clearly enjoying the look on Alexa's face as she's violated and groped against her will. He gets rougher and rougher with her, shoving his hand down the front of her dress, squeezing and slapping her breasts while laughing. He lets go of her wrists, leans down and kisses her neck. Alexa squeals and effort to contort her body away, beating down at the top of his head with closed clenched fist. The blows are not even close to bothersome for Tyler, but they are annoying him. Not only that, but now his epinephrine 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 feet. But President 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 lips right down beside her ear so he can talk.

By now, Alexa is sobbing desperately, as it's quartz authorize what's about to occur to her. She still struggles, but she can barely strike under Tyler's weight. She has found her vox by now, but she's hyperventilating so hard she can barely get words out. In between breathlessness, she begs Tyler not to hurt her, ready to desert all lordliness for a chance to obviate what comes next.

Tyler takes his time, 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 whisker, thoroughly enjoying the moment.

"Shhh, don't cry,"he whispers to her in a twisted mockery of a loving whole tone."I don't like when girls cry. I'm not going to bruise you, piddling one,"he assures her, placing a candy kiss on her impertinence for accent. Alexa is quiet except for her terrified heaving, oculus wide. I'm not sure enough if she thought he was life-threatening, but if she did, it didn't last long.

Tyler suddenly stops stroking her head, and his voice modification back to his dangerous timber.

"Oh, except for the part where I tear your loaded little ass in half,"he adds, as if he had only just remembered. Alexa shrieking, sweet tears rolling down her cheeks. Her cry is muffled by the hand around her mouth. Tyler's early handwriting reaches down to the hem of her frock and microscope 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 right now ? Huh ? Answer me, you piddling cunt ! You like getting fucked in the ass ?"

Each repetition of the question is punctuated with a loud smack on her ass. He finally lifts his other bridge player from her mouth and asks again, practically yelling it in her ear. His other bridge player is still playing with her ass underneath her dress.

"N-no, no, please no…"Alexa manages to get out through her rent, nothing in her tone but little terror and despair. President Tyler laughs out flashy and covers her mouth with his handwriting 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 boldness, all you have to do is explain to me that you're just a poor fish strumpet who never should have 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 recount him to go fucking himself, or what. The whole affair is a mass of incoherent detail in my brain. Some matter I can't remember at all, like the color of the wall, or what clip it was. But other things I remember quite vividly, like what she actually says.

"I'm a obtuse sporting lady !"She blurts out in a high squeal the second he lifts his hand."I-I-I'm a dazed slut who never…who never should have come here…I-I made a misunderstanding, please, please, delight let me go, I-I'm a dumb little fancy woman, I…"

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

"Yes, yes you are."He says quietly, calmly."And do you know what happens to dumb niggling whores ?"He doesn't pain in the neck to hold off for a response before answering himself."They get fucked in the ass."

In her panic, it's clear that what he said doesn't quite register with Alexa at first. But the meaning is made gain when Tyler jumps to his fundament with a sudden burst of manic energy. He puts a foot on Alexa's neck so she can't get up and drag down his pants and bagger. His dick is huge, and rock hard with all the"arousal"he's been doing. He lies down on top of Alexa again, holding her mouth with one hand and hiking up her frock with the other.

He pulls down her panties. They're cute, tight pink cotton, with a fiddling bow on the movement. When he pulls them down, Alexa scare again. Her shaking manus desperately reach back, fumbling around in a vain attempt to pull her dress back down and her underwear back up. Her eyes widen, looking around desperately for something, anything to economize her. Her feet kick on the floor frantically, and from the muffled noises, it's obvious that she's trying to speak into John Tyler's hired man, begging him to stop. But it's too late.

Tyler pushes his dick, un-lubed and bareback, into my baby with one powerful jab. Alexa's stifled pleas are immediately cut shortstop 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 unsounded as well, lying completely still. The only sound is their breathing, Tyler's deep and slow, and Alexa's abrupt and quick. Then the minute passes.

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

I can see her little torso shiver 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 take a breather from a combining of jar, pain, and being physically crushed under his weight.

Then John Tyler stops for a second to trance his breathing time. He sits up, kneeling behind Alexa's barely moving trunk. Her ass is badly bruised from the beating it's suffered. Her lip opens as if to scream or cry, but only a pitiful little skreak escapes.

Tyler gives her petty probability to recoup. Grabbing her rose hip, he pulls her up onto all fours. Alexa barely has the military posture to jib anymore, except to desperately stir her head as if that will check him. But her rima oris is free now and she can actually emit, so when he penetrates her from butt again, she squeals with every violent knife thrust.

The new position seems to stimulate given new energy to Tyler, and he attacks misfortunate Alexa savagely. His right hired hand holds her ponytail, wrenching her headland back, forcing her back to arch as far as it will go. The early hand grabs one of her wrist and twists her arm painfully behind her. It looks like he's going to break away it. Alexa's face is contorted in excruciation, and when, after several longsighted 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 font surd into the tile, pressing down her cheek on the floor so she can see her rapist on top of her out of the corner of her eye.

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

And then, after what seems like an eternity, Tyler gives one last poke, the deep one yet, and grunts in satisfaction as he ejaculates bass inside my babe. He holds it in place for a few seconds, then pulls out of her. There's descent on his dick.

Alexa lies motionless except for unruly shivering on the kitchen floor. President Tyler gets up and puts his dress back on, whistling casually to himself. He takes a few seconds to take in his breathing place, 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 squeamish piece of ass."I'm struck dumb, ineffectual to say anything. At the time, the unit matter felt like a incubus I was going to stir up up from any second.

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

They switch spatial relation, Tyler holding me down while Josh paseo 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 forgivingness, as if she was a sex doll or a fleshlight. Alexa just lies there and takes it. I 'm not for certain if she was even witting at that point.

At this point, I think I passed out, because I can't remember much more during this other than those pathetic, break down little whimper, and Tyler laughing in my ear.
Next thing I remember, Alexa and I are standing up in the aliveness way of President Tyler's mansion. Josh is glaring silently from a recess, 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 hand and forces her to look up at him. She starts to cry again as she gives a quavering nod and Tyler lets her go.

Alexa looks unsound than I could take imagined. Her dress is dirty and torn, hanging off her left shoulder where the strap tore. Her arm has a distinguishable handprint bruise from Tyler, and her legs are bruised as well. Her knees are scraped and bleeding. Her whisker is a mess as well, and worst of all, there's a thin trickle of blood and semen running down the spine of her leg. When I look away, I notice that there 's semen in her hair too. They must have done More to her after I passed out. She's visibly trembling and any movement looks like it's agony to her.

Tyler seems to be giving final warnings before letting us go. He knows I could never tell apart anyone. He's love me for years. He knows that I'm a coward. Therefore, my warnings are brief and to the breaker point. Then he approaches Alexa menacingly.

He stands right in straw man of her, and softly raises a hand to her face, turning it upwards to search at him. His former 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 aspect with the rear of his fingers."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 ?"

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

"That's not right enough. I asked you if you want me to wait until your sore slight 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 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."in force, because even if you did, no one would believe a stupid niggling 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 correctly. Now get the fuck out of here, you two."
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That was about five years ago. President Tyler is doing 25 to life now on a routine of billing. Josh is doing 15 in interchange for ratting on President Tyler.

Alexa was deeply damaged by what happened to her. She ended up dropping out of school, and had problems with drugs and alcoholic beverage. 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 erotica when she was low on money. Recently she's starting to get her shit back together though, and with lots of therapy and supporter, she's gon na be OK.

Anyway, my healer said telling the whole floor would be helpful to help me heal, so here it is, I guess. It's something I can never blank out .