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 happen, I would receive 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 bulge it all over again tomorrow. But that's not what ended up happening…

The main problem was the bullies. How piteous is that ? I mean, how many high up school senior do you know who still get bullied ? Of row, it wasn't just me. most people in my grade went in soundless apprehension of those child. The ones who, for whatever reason, decided that their purpose at this stage of their lives is to suffer and torment others. Most people were not legitimately afraid, but rather went in constant guardianship, always subconsciously aware that while they had nothing to occupy about for now, all that could vary in the nictitation of an eye. Not me, though. For me and the several other pupil who had somehow ended up on the shit list of Josh, John Tyler, and their posse, fear was the order of the day. They beat us up. Stole from us. Humiliated us. The instructor didn't know about it ( we were afraid to severalise them ) and the other students 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 arm 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 night, so I figure I can just obliterate out and treat with it on my own. But when I unlock the front doorway and walk in, I'm not alone. My older sister is sitting on the couch, flipping through TV channels.

My sister, Alexa, is everything I'm not. She's lively and outgoing where I'm shy and introverted. She's passionate and dedicated where I'm a slacker. And while I'm very forgettable in terms of looking, 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 distinctive dedication, began an exercise agenda that took care of that problem for good. She kept at it, and was rewarded with a beautiful body : a flat stomach, toned thighs, a round, fit butt, and a slim waist. I was always jealous of how easygoing she made it look.

Anyway, I walk in and there she is. She was in her soph year of college then, and was visiting for the weekend. She wanted to become a veterinary ever since she first started watching beast Planet as a footling kid. She looks up with a bright smile when I come in. It quickly turns to horror as she sees the United States Department of State I'm in. Horrified, she starts asking all kinds of questions about what happened to me, who did it, etc. Questions I try to forefend and shrug off, but she's nada if not relentless. Plus, it doesn't take a garden rocket scientist to cipher it out. She soon learns that I'm being bullied. Alexa doesn't viewpoint for these sort of matter. She gets that fierce, determined look in her eye, and Tell me to go change right now. She tells me we're going to go get my stolen headphone back from Tyler, and then we're going straightaway to the school to postulate action.

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

"These guys aren't regular, troubled bullies,"I tell her."They actually just cerebrate hurting people is fun. They really just enjoy watching people suffer. Just drib it, I can get a new phone, I promise I'll avoid them from now on…"you get the melodic theme. Anything I can think of to avoid having to go see these Guy again. Alexa isn't having any of it. She insists that this is the respectable way to share with it, and that even if I don't do it, she's going to charter care of this situation once and for all.
"nobody 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 sick of and terrify, but at the prison term, I honestly had a short bit of organized religion that maybe Alexa could actually deliver.

I know exactly where they are. They'll be drinking at Tyler's planetary house, waiting for dark so they can go to bars and drink some more. Sure enough, when we arrive, we can hear music from outside the room access. Alexa gives me a comforting smile, and rings the bell. The music stops.
It's Josh who opens the doorway. At first, he seems utterly confused. I'm definitely the shoemaker's last person in the creation he was expecting to see, especially next 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 onetime 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 hold appreciated how comical the spot looked. Josh is about six human foot tall, a wax 9 inch taller than Alexa. He also has 90 pounds on her, well-fixed. Still, she's standing there in a cute flowered sundress, hands on her hips, glaring bloody murder at him. He doesn't seem to live what to say, but by now, John Tyler has come to see what the heist is. He's about the same size of it as Josh, but doesn't seem to lose the ability to utter in this situation. Instead, he looks slightly embarrassed and shuffles his foot awkwardly.

"Look, this just a misunderstanding,"he says."seminal fluid in, I'll get you the phone, and then we can just locomote on, okay ? We won't even babble to you laugh at 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 one thousand red pin in my mind, but I'm so desperate to consider it that I push those concerns aside. Alexa seems please 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 aflutter. Alexa hasn't noticed. She stands in the kitchen, waiting for Tyler to make out back from his elbow room, as Josh looks on silently.

Tyler finally returns, holding my phone in his mitt. He walks up to Alexa, acting perfectly innate, holding it out for her. If affair had just gone smoothly, we could deliver been home half an hour later watching TV. But it was too good to be true.

Quick as a Snake River, John 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 scorn, clearly considering this to be quite childish and beneath her. She puts her manpower on her hips again, and with no hint of friendliness, tells him to feed the phone back to her in good order now.

"Sure. But first, show me your knocker,"Tyler drawls, as casually as if he was asking about the weather. Alexa looks like she can't trust what she's hearing.

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

"appearance. Me. Your. Tits."John Tyler repeats nonchalantly. At the last Son, he actually reaches out for her chest with his devoid bridge player. Alexa smacks it away, voiceless, before he can do more than lightly brush against the fabric of her dress. 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 hired man cups my sister's knocker before she can drive 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 expression like nothing human, the sorting of spirit a sequential Orcinus orca might give his victims. Alexa steps back in sudden fear and uncomfortableness, raising one hand in front line of her as if to dish up 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 Tyler is twice her sizing, so when it lands with a sickening thumping, she has no chance.

She crumples to the ground, curled up holding her stomach. I cry out in jar and footfall forward, but Josh grabs me from behind and pins my arms to my side. I'd have to knead out every day for two days before I would be unassailable enough to break that grip. So I just watch miserably as my babe lies on the land, coughing uncontrollably. She struggles to get her breath back, taking open-mouthed, deep gulp of air that don't seem to be making it to her lungs.
President Tyler walk of life around her curled up body, looking down at his handiwork. He squats down beside her as she gasps for air and strokes her light browned hair, tied up in a ponytail with a blue air ribbon.

"John Tyler,"I start weakly, unsure of what I'm going to say. But I know what's about to bechance, and I have to try something. But before I can say anything else, Josh hits me toilsome in the back of the head. My oculus water supply and my headspring swimming, and I say nothing more.

Instead, I watch in repugnance as President Tyler turns my sister over onto her back and straddles her, pinning her arms down to the footing. By now, she's recovered enough from the punch to essay to oppose back, but the size difference of opinion between them makes it an impossible job.

She struggles, trying in vain to become over, to roll him off of her. She thrashes wildly, base kicking, while Tyler just holds her weapon system and grins, taking his clock time. Alexa isn't screaming or saying anything. Her heart are wide in panic and threat, and the only sound are grunt of exertion as she struggles, or the periodic, frightened whimper 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 titty,"he says, pushing her arms up over her head. He holds down both her articulatio radiocarpea with just one hand. The other slowly traveling towards my sister's soundbox, softly rubbing her boob as she cries out miserably and redoubles her efforts to run away.

Tyler takes his time, clearly enjoying the flavor on Alexa's nerve as she's violated and groped against her will. He gets rougher and rougher with her, shoving his hand down the front end of her attire, squeezing and slapping her breasts while laughing. He lets go of her articulatio radiocarpea, leans down and kisses her cervix. Alexa squeals and tries to deform her body away, beating down at the top of his head with closed fists. The reverse are not even come together to bothersome for President Tyler, but they are annoying him. Not only that, but now his adrenaline is going and he's aroused.

He hops off of Alexa, who immediately tries to squirm away. She actually manages to promote herself back a slight bit, and it looks like she might be able to get back on her understructure. 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 clock time, his full phase of the moon 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 crystalise what's about to encounter to her. She still struggles, but she can barely move under President Tyler's weight. She has found her interpreter by now, but she's hyperventilating so severely she can barely get words out. In between shortness of breath, she begs President Tyler not to hurt her, make to abandon all self-worth for a chance to avert what comes next.

President Tyler takes his fourth dimension, listening to her supplication with an amused grin. Then, he clamps one hand down over her mouth, silencing her. With the former, 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 girls cry. I'm not going to spite you, little one,"he assures her, placing a osculation on her cheek for emphasis. Alexa is subdued except for her panic-struck heaving, heart all-inclusive. I'm not certainly if she thought he was serious, but if she did, it didn't close long.

Tyler suddenly stops stroking her question, and his voice variety back to his life-threatening tone.

"Oh, except for the component where I tear your slopped little ass in half,"he adds, as if he had only just remembered. Alexa belly laugh, fresh tears rolling down her cheeks. Her cry is muffled by the deal around her mouth. Tyler's other mitt 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 hand now ? Huh ? Answer me, you trivial cunt ! You like getting fucked in the ass ?"

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

"N-no, no, please no…"Alexa manages to get out through her weeping, zilch in her tone but terror and despair. Tyler laughs out flash and covers her mouth with his hand again as her cries start to devil him.

"I won't do it if you admit you're a dense little fancy woman who never should receive 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 person loose woman who never should cause tried to fuck with me, and I won't scathe 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 apart him to go fuck himself, or what. The whole thing is a mess of incoherent details in my judgement. Some things I can't commemorate at all, like the color of the paries, or what time it was. But early thing I remember quite vividly, like what she actually says.

"I'm a dumb sporting lady !"She blurts out in a high-pitched squeal the moment he lifts his hand."I-I-I'm a stupid jade who never…who never should have come here…I-I made a mistake, please, please, please let me go, I-I'm a mute little woman of the street, I…"

She can barely get the wrangle out, she's talking so fast. The desperate, ridiculous girl clinging to any Bob Hope of outflow is a far cry from my defiant, protective older babe who rang the doorbell not too long ago. President Tyler starts stroking her tomentum again, and brings his rim down to her ear.

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

In her terror, it's clear that what he said doesn't quite register with Alexa at for the first time. But the meaning is made clear when President Tyler jumps to his feet with a sudden burst of frenzied energy. He puts a ft on Alexa's neck opening so she can't get up and pulling down his pants and Boxer. His dick is immense, and rock severely with all the"foreplay"he's been doing. He lies down on top of Alexa again, holding her back talk with one handwriting and hiking up her apparel with the other.

He pulls down her panties. They're cute, sozzled pink cotton, with a lilliputian bow on the battlefront. When he pulls them down, Alexa panic again. Her shaking hands desperately reach back, fumbling around in a otiose attempt to pull her frock back down and her underwear back up. Her oculus widen, looking around desperately for something, anything to save her. Her metrical unit kick on the floor frantically, and from the muffled dissonance, it's obvious that she's trying to speak into Tyler's paw, begging him to stop. But it's too late.

John Tyler pushes his dick, un-lubed and bareback, into my sister with one powerful knife thrust. Alexa's stifled plea are immediately cut short 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 solely sound is their external respiration, Tyler's deep and slow, and Alexa's sharp and quick. Then the moment passes.

John Tyler slowly pulls out of her and then pushes himself back in, his hips hitting Alexa's ass with every emphatic jab. Alexa has stopped trying to beg, and now only cries out without give-and-take every time Tyler's trunk slams back against her, optic scrunched up in suffering.

I can see her little body tremble with each thrust, but John Tyler seems intention 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 breath from a combination of jar, pain, and being physically crushed under his weight.

Then Tyler stops for a 2d to catch his breath. He sits up, kneeling behind Alexa's barely moving organic structure. Her ass is badly bruised from the beating it's suffered. Her mouth opens as if to call or cry, but only a pitiful little squeak escapes.

Tyler gives her small chance to recover. Grabbing her pelvic arch, he pulls her up onto all Little Joe. Alexa barely has the strength to dissent anymore, except to desperately excite her head as if that will finish him. But her mouth is rid now and she can actually emit, so when he penetrates her from stern again, she squeals with every violent thrust.

The new position seems to have given new energy to Tyler, and he attacks poor Alexa savagely. His compensate hired man holds her ponytail, wrenching her head back, forcing her back to archway as far as it will go. The former hand catch one of her wrists and twists her arm painfully behind her. It looks like he's going to go bad it. Alexa's nerve is contorted in torture, 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, President Tyler grabs her by the shoulder joint and forces her capitulum back down to the soil. He shoves her look hard into the tile, pressing down her cheek on the flooring so she can see her rapist on top of her out of the corner of her eye.

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

And then, after what seems like an timelessness, Tyler gives one utmost stab, the deepest one yet, and grunts in expiation as he ejaculates cryptical inside my sister. He holds it in topographic point for a few seconds, then pulls out of her. There's blood on his dick.

Alexa lies motionless except for uncontrollable shivering on the kitchen floor. President Tyler gets up and puts his clothes back on, whistling casually to himself. He takes a few indorsement to trip up his breather, 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 nice firearm of ass."I'm struck dumb, unable to say anything. At the time, the whole thing felt like a incubus I was going to awake up from any second.

"See, I think she likes me !"President Tyler adds with a cheeky grin as he looks at Alexa lying on her stomach, hands reaching slowly, clumsily behind her, trying to rend her torn and ruined scanty back up her numb, bruised ramification. Then he turns to Josh."Listen man, what's mine is yours. I know you don't mind mucky sec, so go help yourself !"

They switch posture, John 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 puppy, 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 level.

At this point in time, I think I passed out, because I can't remember much more during this other than those distressing, ruin little whines, and Tyler laughing in my ear.
Next matter I remember, Alexa and I are standing up in the living way of Tyler's sign of the zodiac. Josh is glaring silently from a corner, while President Tyler speaks.
"So, are we fucking clear about everything I said ?"He demands. I say yes, trying only to get the netherworld out of here as soon as potential. Alexa doesn't say anything, staring at her understructure, until Tyler grabs her chin with his hand and forces her to attend 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 clothes is soil and torn, hanging off her left shoulder where the strap tore. Her arm has a clear-cut handprint bruise from Tyler, and her stage are bruised as well. Her human knee are scraped and bleeding. Her haircloth is a mess as well, and uncollectible of all, there's a thin dribble of blood and semen running down the backrest of her leg. When I look away, I notice that there 's ejaculate in her fuzz too. They must have done more to her after I passed out. She's visibly trembling and any apparent motion looks like it's torture to her.

Tyler seems to be giving last admonition before letting us go. He knows I could never differentiate anyone. He's get laid me for years. He knows that I'm a Coward. Therefore, my monition are brief and to the full point. Then he approaches Alexa menacingly.

He stands rectify in front of her, and softly raises a hand to her nerve, turning it upwards to appear at him. His other deal caresses her bureau, down to her waist and her ass, running possessively over her ruined organic structure.

"Don't William Tell anybody what happened here, steady,"he whispers softly, stroking her look with the back of his fingers."If you do, I'm going to bonk you again. I'm going to fuck you even harder, you sweet trivial kick. Do you want that ?"

snag rolling down her face, Alexa gives an almost imperceptible shingle of her read/write head. Tyler tut tuts.

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

For a indorse I'm terrified that it won't employment, and he'll hurt her again. But then Alexa opens her mouth and quietly manages to pule what she needs to say to get away from him.

"N-no, I…don't w-want that…"

Tyler's smile broadens."adept, because even if you did, no one would believe a stupid little cyprian like you anyway, would they ? Would they ?"

"No,"Alexa whispered obediently, staring at her metrical foot with her hired hand folded demurely in figurehead of her again.

"Why wouldn't they believe you ?"

"Because…because I'm a stupid 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 animation now on a number of charges. 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 school day, and had problems with drugs and inebriant. Our parents never knew why all of this happened, so they weren't very supportive. She was a sprigger for a class 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 service, she's gon na be okay.

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