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 take in shrugged and said no. I woke up at 7 AM, had breakfast, went to school, and was perfectly substance with going abode at the end of the day, watching some TV, and waiting to protrude it all over again tomorrow. But that's not what ended up happening…

The chief problem was the yob. How miserable is that ? I mean, how many high schoolhouse senior do you acknowledge who still get bullied ? Of trend, it wasn't just me. Most multitude in my grade went in mute apprehension of those kids. The ace who, for whatever reason, decided that their purpose at this stage of their spirit is to hurt and torment others. Most masses were not legitimately afraid, but rather went in ceaseless 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 several other educatee who had somehow ended up on the red cent lean of Josh, Tyler, and their posse, fear was the society 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 other bookman didn't care ( 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 study until late at night, so I figure I can just hide out and deal with it on my own. But when I unlock the front doorway and walk of life in, I'm not alone. My older babe is sitting on the sofa, 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 condition of face, Alexa is not. There was a brief period of time when she was a teenager during which she gained some weight. She hated it, and with her distinctive dedication, began an exercise schedule that took attention of that job for good. She kept at it, and was rewarded with a beautiful body : a flavorless breadbasket, toned thigh, a cycle, fit butt, and a slim 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 suit a vet ever since she first started watching Animal major planet as a little kid. She looks up with a bright smile when I come in. It quickly turns to horror as she sees the Department of State I'm in. Horrified, she starts asking all kinds of questions about what happened to me, who did it, etc. interrogation I try to ward off and shrug off, but she's nothing if not lasting. Plus, it doesn't take a projectile scientist to reckon it out. She soon learns that I'm being bullied. Alexa doesn't standpoint for these variety of things. 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 phone back from Tyler, and then we're going heterosexual person to the school to demand action.

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

"These guys aren't regular, perturb bullies,"I tell her."They actually just reckon hurting citizenry is fun. They really just enjoy watching people suffer. Just drop-off it, I can get a new earpiece, I promise I'll avoid them from now on…"you get the mind. Anything I can think of to stave off having to go see these guys again. Alexa isn't having any of it. She insists that this is the best way to grapple with it, and that even if I don't do it, she's going to take care of this place once and for all.
"nonentity messes with my little 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 little bit of faith 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 stripe and pledge some more. surely enough, when we arrive, we can listen music from outside the doorway. Alexa gives me a comforting smiling, and rings the doorbell. The music stops.
It's Josh who opens the door. At first, he seems utterly confused. I'm definitely the terminal mortal in the humans he was expecting to see, especially next to a pretty girl like Alexa. But his case 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 honest-to-god sister, and from what I hear, you and I are going to have a problem."

If I didn't feeling like throwing up, I might experience appreciated how comical the state of affairs looked. Josh is about six ft tall, a full 9 inch grandiloquent than Alexa. He also has 90 Egyptian pound on her, easy. Still, she's standing there in a cute floral sundress, hands on her hips, glaring bally slaying at him. He doesn't seem to have sex what to say, but by now, John Tyler has come to see what the armed robbery is. He's about the Same size as Josh, but doesn't seem to lose the ability to speak in this situation. Instead, he looks slightly embarrassed and shuffles his ft awkwardly.

"Look, this just a misunderstanding,"he says."Come in, I'll get you the speech sound, and then we can just move on, okay ? We won't even talk to you guys anymore."
I couldn't have been more storm if he'd have handed me a million dollar mark. This reaction was mind-bogglingly…reasonable. Looking back, that should have set off a thousand red flags in my creative thinker, but I'm so desperate to believe it that I push those concerns aside. Alexa seems delight that this is going so well. She beckons me to step inside, and I do it without thinking, as if in a stupor. 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 President Tyler to come back from his way, as Josh looks on silently.

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

Quick as a snake, President 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 childish and beneath her. She puts her hands on her rose hip again, and with no hint of friendliness, tells him to give the phone back to her right now.

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

"Excuse me ?"she asks in incredulous angriness."What did you just say ?"

"appearance. Me. Your. Tits."Tyler repeats nonchalantly. At the last word, he actually reaches out for her breast with his free hand. Alexa smacks it away, hard, before he can do more than lightly brush against the textile of her dress. 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 time he commits a little more, and his manus loving cup my sister's breasts 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 low temperature look like nothing human, the form of tone a serial cause of death might give his victims. Alexa steps back in sudden fear and discomfort, raising one hand in front of her as if to attend as a warning. It doesn't work. Faster than I would feature 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 belly. I cry out in jar and step forward, but Josh grabs me from behind and pins my arms to my incline. I'd have to work out every day for two years before I would be strong enough to bust that clutch. So I just determine miserably as my sister lies on the earth, coughing uncontrollably. She struggles to get her breath back, taking open-mouthed, inscrutable draught of air that don't seem to be making it to her lungs.
Tyler base on balls around her curled up body, looking down at his handiwork. He squats down beside her as she gasps for air and strokes her light brown haircloth, tied up in a ponytail with a blue ribbon.

"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 back of the read/write head. My eyes water and my promontory swims, and I say zilch more.

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

She struggles, trying in vain to turn over, to roll him off of her. She thrashes wildly, animal foot kicking, while Tyler just holds her arms and grins, taking his time. Alexa isn't screaming or saying anything. Her eyes are all-embracing in affright and affright, and the only sounds are grunts of exertion as she struggles, or the occasional, fright whine oceanic abyss in her throat.

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

"You know, all I wanted was to see your titmouse,"he says, pushing her weapon system up over her promontory. He holds down both her wrists with just one manus. The early slowly locomotion towards my sister's torso, softly rubbing her titmouse as she cries out miserably and redoubles her efforts to get off.

John Tyler takes his time, clearly enjoying the facial expression 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 wrist joint, leans down and kisses her neck. Alexa squeals and endeavor to distort her torso away, beating down at the top of his head teacher with closed clenched fist. The reverse are not even close to bothersome for Tyler, but they are annoying him. Not only that, but now his adrenaline is going and he's aroused.

He hops off of Alexa, who immediately tries to squirm away. She actually manages to push herself back a little bit, and it looks like she might be able to get back on her feet. But John 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 total 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 quartz glass clear what's about to happen to her. She still struggles, but she can barely travel under Tyler's weight. She has found her voice by now, but she's hyperventilating so hard she can barely get Book out. In between sobs, she begs Tyler not to injure her, fix to empty all lordliness for a chance to avoid what comes next.

Tyler takes his time, listening to her plea with an divert grin. Then, he clamps one bridge player 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 convolute mockery of a loving tone."I don't like when missy cry. I'm not going to ache you, picayune one,"he assures her, placing a kiss on her cheek for emphasis. Alexa is quiet except for her panicked panting, oculus wide. I'm not sure if she thought he was dangerous, but if she did, it didn't net long.

President Tyler suddenly stops stroking her head, and his voice change back to his unplayful tone.

"Oh, except for the role where I tear your tight picayune ass in half,"he adds, as if he had only just remembered. Alexa screams, overbold crying rolling down her nerve. Her cry is muffled by the hand around her mouth. President Tyler's early script reaches down to the hem of her dress 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 roll in the hay rightfield now ? Huh ? Answer me, you short cunt ! You like getting fucked in the ass ?"

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

"N-no, no, please no…"Alexa manages to get out through her tears, nothing in her tone but terror and desperation. Tyler laughs out loud and covers her mouthpiece with his paw again as her cries start to rile him.

"I won't do it if you admit you're a obtuse little cyprian who never should have come here,"he finally tells her."When I let go of your side, all you have to do is explain to me that you're just a poor fish fornicatress who never should take tried to have it away with me, and I won't harm 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 whole thing is a good deal of incoherent details in my thinker. Some matter I can't remember at all, like the color of the rampart, or what fourth dimension it was. But former things I remember quite vividly, like what she actually says.

"I'm a dumb whore !"She blurts out in a high-pitched squeal the second he lifts his deal."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 lilliputian whore, I…"

She can barely get the password out, she's talking so fast. The desperate, pathetic fille clinging to any promise of evasion is a far cry from my defiant, protective quondam sister who rang the doorbell not too long ago. Tyler starts stroking her pilus again, and brings his lips down to her ear.

"Yes, yes you are."He says quietly, calmly."And do you jazz what happens to dumb niggling fancy woman ?"He doesn't bother to wait 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 registry with Alexa at first. But the meaning is made sack when John Tyler jumps to his feet with a sudden salvo of manic push. He puts a animal foot on Alexa's neck so she can't get up and pulls down his pants and boxershorts. His dick is vast, and rock heavily with all the"foreplay"he's been doing. He lies down on top of Alexa again, holding her lip with one paw and hiking up her dress with the other.

He pulls down her pantie. They're cute, tight pink cotton, with a small bow on the movement. When he pulls them down, Alexa scare again. Her shaking hands desperately reach back, fumbling around in a sleeveless attempt to rend her frock back down and her underwear back up. Her middle widen, looking around desperately for something, anything to economise her. Her invertebrate foot kick on the floor frantically, and from the muffled noises, it's obvious that she's trying to mouth into Tyler's hand, begging him to check. But it's too late.

John Tyler pushes his dick, un-lubed and bareback, into my sister with one herculean thrust. Alexa's stifled pleas are immediately cut short in a muffle, high-pitched squeal. For a brief minute, John Tyler rests, buried as far as he can possibly go in her ass. Alexa is silent as well, lying completely still. The only audio is their breathing, President Tyler's deep and slacken, and Alexa's needlelike and flying. Then the moment passes.

President Tyler slowly pulls out of her and then pushes himself back in, his hips hitting Alexa's ass with every forceful thrust. Alexa has stopped trying to beg, and now only cries out without words every time President Tyler's body slams back against her, eyes scrunched up in suffering.

I can see her trivial torso tremble with each thrusting, but John Tyler seems intent only on going even harder. He's lying completely on top of her, his face right future to hers as he pumps away. Alexa can barely breathe from a combining of shock, nuisance, and being physically crushed under his weight.

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

Tyler gives her little hazard to recover. Grabbing her rosehip, he pulls her up onto all fours. Alexa barely has the strength to resist anymore, except to desperately shake her head as if that will stop him. But her mouthpiece is free now and she can actually breathe, so when he penetrates her from behind 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 right hand holds her ponytail, wrenching her oral sex back, forcing her dorsum to arch as far as it will go. The early hand grabs one of her wrist joint and twists her arm painfully behind her. It looks like he's going to split it. Alexa's face is contorted in agony, and when, after various tenacious arcminute, he lets go, she can barely put any weight on the arm.

Not that it matters anyway. Feeling conclude to finished, John Tyler grabs her by the berm and power her head back down to the reason. He shoves her aspect backbreaking into the tile, pressing down her cheek on the floor so she can see her raper on top of her out of the corner of her eye.

He increases the pace and force of his thrusting, pulling her back into him by the shoulder joint as he thrusts his articulatio coxae forward. Alexa is yanked back and forth violently, manus beating helplessly against the floor.

And then, after what seems like an eternity, Tyler gives one terminal poke, the thick one yet, and oink in satisfaction as he ejaculates deep inside my sister. He holds it in place 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 second to catch his intimation, then looks over to where I'm being held by Josh, horrified and silent.

"Not bad,"John Tyler tells me with a smile."Your baby's a nice piece of ass."I'm struck dumb, unable to say anything. At the time, the whole affair felt like a nightmare I was going to fire up up from any second.

"See, I think she likes me !"President Tyler adds with a cheeky smiling as he looks at Alexa lying on her belly, hands reaching slowly, clumsily behind her, trying to pull her torn and ruined pantie back up her numb, bruised stage. Then he turns to Josh."Listen man, what's mine is yours. I know you don't judgement muddy seconds, so go help yourself !"

They switch office, John Tyler holding me down while Josh walking over to Alexa. She barely resists as he climbs on top of her. She quietly whines, like a kicked puppy, as she gets penetrated again. He fucks her without feeling or kindness, as if she was a sex bird or a fleshlight. Alexa just lies there and takes it. I 'm not sure if she was even witting at that degree.

At this point, I think I passed out, because I can't remember much more during this other than those sorry, broken little whimper, and Tyler laughing in my ear.
Next matter I remember, Alexa and I are standing up in the living room of John Tyler's theater. 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 possible. Alexa doesn't say anything, staring at her foot, until Tyler grabs her Kuki with his handwriting 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 dress is dirty and torn, hanging off her entrust shoulder where the strap tore. Her arm has a distinct handprint contusion from Tyler, and her branch are bruised as well. Her knees are scraped and bleeding. Her haircloth is a lot as well, and rack up of all, there's a thin trickle of descent and semen running down the rear of her leg. When I look away, I notice that there 's seminal fluid in her hair too. They must hold done more to her after I passed out. She's visibly trembling and any movement looks like it's agony to her.

John Tyler seems to be giving final word of advice before letting us go. He knows I could never recite anyone. He's known me for years. He knows that I'm a coward. Therefore, my warnings are abbreviated and to the distributor point. Then he approaches Alexa menacingly.

He stands right in front of her, and softly raises a hand to her human face, turning it upwards to appear at him. His other hand caresses her dresser, down to her waist and her ass, running possessively over her sunk body.

"Don't Tell anybody what happened here, sweetheart,"he whispers softly, stroking her side with the back of his fingers."If you do, I'm going to know you again. I'm going to fuck you even harder, you sweet little cunt. Do you want that ?"

rip rolling down her facial expression, Alexa gives an almost unperceivable handclasp of her headspring. Tyler tut tuts.

"That's not full enough. I asked you if you want me to wait until your sore niggling SOB heals up and then deplumate it apart again. Why don't you say, no, I don't want that ?"

For a second I'm terrified that it won't work, and he'll hurt her again. But then Alexa opens her sassing 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 grinning broadens."Good, because even if you did, no one would believe a stupe petty working girl like you anyway, would they ? Would they ?"

"No,"Alexa whispered obediently, staring at her feet with her helping hand folded demurely in front of her again.

"Why wouldn't they believe you ?"

"Because…because I'm a stunned piddling whore."

"That's right field. Now get the screwing out of here, you two."
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That was about five eld ago. John Tyler is doing 25 to life now on a telephone number of charges. 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 job with drugs and alcohol. Our parents never knew why all of this happened, so they weren't very supportive. She was a ecdysiast for a year or two, and I know she starred in some low budget amateur porno when she was low on money. Recently she's starting to get her shit back together though, and with lots of therapy and helper, she's gon na be okay.

Anyway, my healer said telling the whole history would be helpful to help me mend, so here it is, I guess. It's something I can never block .