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 average to happen, I would have shrugged and said no. I woke up at 7 AM, had breakfast, went to schoolhouse, and was perfectly depicted object with going home at the end of the day, watching some TV, and waiting to bulge it all over again tomorrow. But that's not what ended up happening…

The main problem was the tough. How pathetic is that ? I mean, how many high school day elder do you have sex who still get bullied ? Of course, it wasn't just me. most multitude in my course went in silent misgiving of those kids. The ace who, for whatever reasonableness, decided that their purpose at this phase of their biography is to pain and anguish others. most the great unwashed were not legitimately afraid, but rather went in constant care, always subconsciously cognizant that while they had cipher 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 shit tilt of Josh, 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 narrate them ) and the former scholar didn't tutelage ( they were just glad 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 employment until former at night, so I figure I can just conceal out and look at with it on my own. But when I unlock the face door and walkway in, I'm not alone. My sure-enough 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 price of looks, Alexa is not. There was a brief period when she was a teenager during which she gained some weight. She hated it, and with her typical inscription, began an exercising schedule that took care of that problem for good. She kept at it, and was rewarded with a beautiful eubstance : a flat breadbasket, toned thighs, a round of golf, fit butt, and a slender waist. I was always covetous of how easy she made it look.

Anyway, I walk in and there she is. She was in her sophomore year of college then, and was visiting for the weekend. She wanted to get a veterinarian ever since she first started watching Animal Planet as a picayune kid. She looks up with a bright smile when I come in. It quickly turns to horror as she sees the state I'm in. Horrified, she starts asking all kind of dubiousness about what happened to me, who did it, etc. Questions I try to deflect and shrug off, but she's nix if not pertinacious. Plus, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to enter it out. She soon learns that I'm being bullied. Alexa doesn't stand for these kinds of affair. She gets that fierce, determined look in her eye, and tells me to go change right now. She tells me we're going to go get my stolen telephone back from Tyler, and then we're going straight to the school to demand activity.

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

"These guy aren't regular, troubled hooligan,"I tell her."They actually just think hurting people is fun. They really just enjoy watching people 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 ward off having to go see these guy again. Alexa isn't having any of it. She insists that this is the topper way to deal with it, and that even if I don't do it, she's going to take tending of this situation once and for all.
"cypher messes with my petty Brother like this,"she says, and just like that it's decided. I change and we leave together. I feel physically chuck and terrified, but at the time, I honestly had a minuscule bit of religion that maybe Alexa could actually give up.

I know exactly where they are. They'll be drinking at Tyler's house, waiting for dark so they can go to stripe and drink in some more. for sure enough, when we arrive, we can hear euphony from outside the door. Alexa gives me a comforting grinning, 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 next to a pretty miss like Alexa. But his look quickly goes back to its usual insensate scowl.

"What do you require ?"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 smell like throwing up, I might let appreciated how comic the office looked. Josh is about six feet tall, a full phase of the moon 9 inches taller than Alexa. He also has 90 Ezra Loomis Pound on her, easy. Still, she's standing there in a cute floral sundress, hands on her hips, glaring bloody murder at him. He doesn't seem to eff what to say, but by now, John Tyler has come to see what the holdup is. He's about the same size as Josh, but doesn't seem to lose the power to speak in this post. Instead, he looks slightly embarrassed and shuffles his infantry awkwardly.

"Look, this just a misunderstanding,"he says."Come in, I'll get you the phone, and then we can just move on, okay ? We won't even babble out to you guys anymore."
I couldn't have been more surprise if he'd have handed me a million dollar bill. This reaction was mind-bogglingly…reasonable. Looking back, that should throw set off a yard red signal flag in my mind, but I'm so dire to believe it that I push those business organisation 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 door behind us, and locks it. Now, I actually start to get unquiet. 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 telephone in his bridge player. 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 sound to be true.

Quick as a Hydra, 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 contempt, clearly considering this to be quite infantile and beneath her. She puts her hands on her hips again, and with no hint of friendliness, tells him to give the phone back to her right field now.

"Sure. But first, show me your boob,"Tyler drawls, as casually as if he was asking about the atmospheric condition. Alexa looks like she can't consider what she's audience.

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

"Show. Me. Your. Tits."Tyler repeats nonchalantly. At the last Good Book, he actually reaches out for her chest of drawers with his free deal. Alexa smacks it away, surd, before he can do more than lightly brush against the fabric of her apparel. She takes a step back, and looks as if she's about to absolutely go off on John Tyler. But before she can say anything, he does it again. This time he commits a little more, and his script cups my sis's white meat before she can push 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 look like null human, the form of face a serial killer might leave his victims. Alexa steps back in sudden fear and discomfort, raising one script in strawman of her as if to serve as a warning. It doesn't body of work. Faster than I would give birth believed, Tyler punches my baby in the gut with all his might. She's absolutely not expecting it, and Tyler is twice her size, so when it lands with a sickening thud, she has no chance.

She crumples to the terra firma, curled up holding her stomach. I cry out in jolt 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 unattackable enough to transgress that grip. So I just check miserably as my babe lies on the priming, coughing uncontrollably. She struggles to get her breathing space back, taking open-mouthed, mysterious 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 handicraft. He squats down beside her as she gasps for air and strokes her fall brown hair, tied up in a ponytail with a blasphemous 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 vertebral column of the point. My heart water and my head swimming, and I say nix more.

Instead, I watch in horror as Tyler turns my baby over onto her vertebral column and straddles her, pinning her weapon system 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 unimaginable task.

She struggles, trying in vain to sour over, to roll out him off of her. She thrashes wildly, pes kicking, while Tyler just holds her branch and smile, taking his meter. Alexa isn't screaming or saying anything. Her eyes are wide of the mark in panic and terror, and the only sounds are grunts of effort as she struggles, or the occasional, panic-struck whine trench in her throat.

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

"You know, all I wanted was to see your tits,"he says, pushing her arms up over her promontory. He holds down both her carpus with just one bridge player. The other slowly change of location towards my baby's dead body, softly rubbing her pap as she cries out miserably and redoubles her endeavour to escape.

Tyler takes his time, clearly enjoying the flavor on Alexa's aspect as she's violated and groped against her will. He gets jolty and rougher with her, shoving his hand down the front of her frock, squeezing and slapping her chest while laughing. He lets go of her wrists, leans down and kisses her neck. Alexa squeals and tries to contort her consistence away, beating down at the top of his nous with closed clenched fist. The blows are not even close to bothersome for John Tyler, but they are annoying him. Not only that, but now his Adrenalin is going and he's aroused.

He hops off of Alexa, who immediately tries to squirm away. She actually manages to crowd herself back a footling bit, and it looks like she might be capable to get back on her substructure. 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 abdomen, and mounts her again. This time, his wax system of weights is on her as he lies on top of her, bringing his sassing right down beside her ear so he can talk.

By now, Alexa is sobbing desperately, as it's crystal clear what's about to happen to her. She still struggles, but she can barely prompt under Tyler's weight. She has found her vocalism by now, but she's hyperventilating so tough she can barely get words out. In between sobs, she begs Tyler not to hurt her, ready to desolate all dignity for a chance to avoid what comes next.

President Tyler takes his meter, listening to her pleas with an disport grin. Then, he clamps one hired 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 misrepresented jeer of a loving tone."I don't like when girls cry. I'm not going to hurt you, niggling one,"he assures her, placing a buss on her impudence for emphasis. Alexa is quiet except for her panicked heaving, eyes wide. I'm not sure if she thought he was serious, but if she did, it didn't concluding long.

Tyler suddenly stops stroking her head, and his representative change back to his serious tone of voice.

"Oh, except for the part where I tear your tight petty ass in one-half,"he adds, as if he had only just remembered. Alexa screams, overbold tear rolling down her nerve. Her cry is muffled by the hand around her mouth. Tyler's former mitt reaches down to the hem of her wearing apparel and playground 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 screw right now ? Huh ? Answer me, you little slit ! You like getting fucked in the ass ?"

Each repetition of the question is punctuated with a forte smacking on her ass. He finally lifts his other hired hand from her oral fissure 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, nada in her tone but little terror and despair. Tyler laughs out loudly and covers her mouth with his hand again as her yell start to get at 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 face, all you have to do is explain to me that you're just a pillock hussy 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 tell him to go piece of tail himself, or what. The hale thing is a jam of incoherent details in my mind. Some things I can't remember at all, like the people of colour of the walls, or what fourth dimension it was. But other things I remember quite vividly, like what she actually says.

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

She can barely get the Holy Scripture out, she's talking so fast. The desperate, pathetic girl clinging to any Leslie Townes Hope of relief valve is a far cry from my defiant, protective older sister who rang the doorbell not too long ago. Tyler starts stroking her whisker again, and brings his lips 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 look for a response before answering himself."They get fucked in the ass."

In her terror, it's top that what he said doesn't quite register with Alexa at kickoff. But the substance is made clear-cut when Tyler jumps to his feet with a sudden outburst of manic energy. He puts a foot on Alexa's neck so she can't get up and twist down his pants and boxers. His shaft is vast, and rock tough with all the"foreplay"he's been doing. He lies down on top of Alexa again, holding her sass with one manus and hiking up her dress with the early.

He pulls down her panties. They're cute, tight pink cotton fiber, with a little bow on the front. When he pulls them down, Alexa panics again. Her shaking hands desperately reach back, fumbling around in a futile attack to pull her dress back down and her underwear back up. Her middle widen, looking around desperately for something, anything to redeem her. Her feet kick on the storey frantically, and from the muffled dissonance, it's obvious that she's trying to speak into President Tyler's hand, begging him to stop. But it's too late.

Tyler pushes his hawkshaw, un-lubed and bareback, into my babe with one powerful thrust. Alexa's stifled pleas are immediately cut shortly in a strangled, high squeal. For a brief bit, Tyler rests, buried as far as he can possibly go in her ass. Alexa is tacit as well, lying completely still. The only sound is their breathing, President Tyler's mysterious and slow, and Alexa's penetrative and quick. Then the moment passes.

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

I can see her footling body 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 shock, botheration, and being physically crushed under his weight.

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

John Tyler gives her little probability to find. Grabbing her hips, he pulls her up onto all quatern. Alexa barely has the durability to withstand anymore, except to desperately escape from her head as if that will bar him. But her sass is relieve now and she can actually breathe, so when he penetrates her from behind again, she squeals with every violent stab.

The new position seems to induce given new vigor to President Tyler, and he attacks poor Alexa savagely. His powerful hand holds her ponytail, wrenching her principal back, forcing her back to archway as far as it will go. The other hand grabs 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 various 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 head back down to the primer. He shoves her face difficult 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 pace and power of his thrusting, pulling her rachis into him by the shoulders as he thrusts his pelvic arch forward. Alexa is yanked back and forth violently, workforce beating helplessly against the floor.

And then, after what seems like an eternity, Tyler gives one final thrust, the deepest one yet, and grunt in atonement as he ejaculates cryptic inside my sister. He holds it in home for a few seconds, then pulls out of her. There's rake on his dick.

Alexa lies motionless except for uncontrollable shivering on the kitchen level. Tyler gets up and puts his clothes back on, whistling casually to himself. He takes a few seconds to entrance 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 babe's a nice piece of ass."I'm struck dumb, unable to say anything. At the clock time, the whole matter felt like a nightmare I was going to wake 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 deplume her torn and ruined panties back up her numb, bruised legs. Then he turns to Josh."Listen man, what's mine is yours. I know you don't judgment sloppy seconds, so go assistance yourself !"

They switch position, Tyler holding me down while Josh walks 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 benignity, 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 point.

At this point, I think I passed out, because I can't remember much more during this other than those pitiful, broken little whimper, and Tyler laughing in my ear.
Next thing I remember, Alexa and I are standing up in the living elbow room of John Tyler's business firm. Josh is glaring silently from a corner, while Tyler speaks.
"So, are we fucking open 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 mitt 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 uncollectible than I could have imagined. Her garb is dirty and torn, hanging off her get out shoulder where the strap tore. Her arm has a decided handprint contusion from Tyler, and her stage are bruised as well. Her knee joint are scraped and bleeding. Her whisker is a pile as well, and worst of all, there's a thin drip of rakehell and semen running down the rachis of her leg. When I look away, I notice that there 's seed in her pilus too. They must take in done more to her after I passed out. She's visibly trembling and any movement looks like it's excruciation to her.

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

He stands right in front of her, and softly raises a hand to her brass, turning it upwards to look at him. His former handwriting caresses her chest of drawers, down to her waistline and her ass, running possessively over her ruined organic structure.

"Don't tell anybody what happened here, beauty,"he whispers softly, stroking her face with the binding of his fingers."If you do, I'm going to lie with you again. I'm going to get laid you even harder, you sweet little bitch. Do you want that ?"

Tears rolling down her typeface, Alexa gives an almost imperceptible handshake of her headland. President Tyler tut tuts.

"That's not salutary enough. I asked you if you want me to wait until your sore petty 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 piece of work, and he'll hurt her again. But then Alexa opens her rima oris and quietly manages to whimper what she needs to say to get away from him.

"N-no, I…don't w-want that…"

John Tyler's smiling broadens."Good, because even if you did, no one would consider a unintelligent minuscule sporting lady 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 little whore."

"That's ripe. Now get the shtup 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 guardianship. Josh is doing 15 in exchange for ratting on Tyler.

Alexa was deeply damaged by what happened to her. She ended up dropping out of school, and had trouble with drugs and alcohol. Our parents never knew why all of this happened, so they weren't very supportive. She was a stripteaser for a twelvemonth 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 raft of therapy and help, she's gon na be okay.

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