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

The main trouble was the bullies. How pathetic is that ? I mean, how many high school seniors do you sleep with who still get bullied ? Of class, it wasn't just me. almost people in my course went in silent savvy of those small fry. The ones who, for whatever reason, decided that their use at this stage of their lives is to offend and torment others. Most mass were not legitimately afraid, but rather went in constant care, always subconsciously aware that while they had nix to worry about for now, all that could change in the blink of an eye. Not me, though. For me and the several other bookman who had somehow ended up on the shit tilt of Josh, President Tyler, and their posse comitatus, fear was the order of the day. They beat us up. Stole from us. Humiliated us. The teacher didn't know about it ( we were afraid to tell them ) and the other students didn't precaution ( they were just glad it was us and not them ).

So that Friday, I come menage 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-market 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 doorway and walk in, I'm not alone. My elder sister is sitting on the couch, flipping through TV channels.

My baby, 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 price of face, 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 dedication, began an exercise schedule that took care of that problem for good. She kept at it, and was rewarded with a beautiful trunk : a flat venter, toned thigh, a bout, fit butt, and a slender waist. I was always jealous of how sluttish 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 vet ever since she first started watching Animal Planet as a lilliputian kid. She looks up with a shiny smile when I come in. It quickly turns to horror as she sees the state I'm in. Horrified, she starts asking all sort of questions about what happened to me, who did it, etc. question I try to ward off and shrug off, but she's zippo if not persistent. Plus, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to see it out. She soon learns that I'm being bullied. Alexa doesn't stand for these kinds of things. She gets that fierce, determined look in her eye, and Tell me to go change right now. She tells me we're going to go get my stolen headphone back from John Tyler, and then we're going straight person to the shoal to require action at law.

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

"These cat aren't regular, inconvenience oneself yobbo,"I tell her."They actually just think hurting mass is fun. They really just enjoy watching citizenry suffer. Just drop it, I can get a new telephone set, I promise I'll avoid them from now on…"you get the mind. Anything I can remember of to debar having to go see these guy again. Alexa isn't having any of it. She insists that this is the best way to plow with it, and that even if I don't do it, she's going to fill care of this situation 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 frightened, but at the time, I honestly had a little bit of organized religion that maybe Alexa could actually deliver.

I know exactly where they are. They'll be drinking at Tyler's sign, waiting for night so they can go to bars and drink some more. sure enough enough, when we arrive, we can hear music from outside the door. Alexa gives me a comforting smile, and rings the doorbell. The music stops.
It's Josh who opens the threshold. At first, he seems utterly confused. I'm definitely the last person in the public he was expecting to see, especially next to a pretty little girl like Alexa. But his human face quickly goes back to its usual coldness 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 sr. sister, and from what I hear, you and I are going to hold a problem."

If I didn't tone like throwing up, I might have appreciated how comical the state of affairs looked. Josh is about six understructure tall, a wide 9 inches improbable than Alexa. He also has 90 Sudanese pound on her, leisurely. Still, she's standing there in a precious floral sundress, hands on her pelvic girdle, glaring all-fired slaying at him. He doesn't seem to sleep with what to say, but by now, President Tyler has come to see what the holdup is. He's about the Sami size of it as Josh, but doesn't seem to lose the ability to speak in this situation. Instead, he looks slightly embarrassed and shuffles his understructure awkwardly.

"feel, 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 talk to you guys anymore."
I couldn't have been more surprised if he'd have handed me a million dollar. This response was mind-bogglingly…reasonable. Looking back, that should feature set off a thousand red flags in my brain, but I'm so despairing to believe 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 fog. Josh closes the door behind us, and locks it. Now, I actually start to get nervous. Alexa hasn't noticed. She stands in the kitchen, waiting for President Tyler to fare back from his way, as Josh looks on silently.

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

Quick as a ophidian, John Tyler jerks the headphone away as Alexa goes to engage it, holding it above his promontory. He grins nastily as Alexa looks at him with contempt, clearly considering this to be quite childish and beneath her. She puts her hired hand on her pelvic arch again, and with no hint of friendliness, tells him to impart the telephone back to her in good order now.

"Sure. But first, evidence me your titty,"President 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 parole, he actually reaches out for her thorax with his disengage hand. Alexa smacks it away, hard, before he can do more than lightly brush against the textile of her frock. She takes a footstep 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, and his hand cupful my sister's tit before she can advertize it off. Furious, Alexa slaps Tyler across the font. Hard.

I think she realizes she's made a mistake almost immediately. Tyler gives her a insensate look like nothing human being, the sorting of facial expression a consecutive killer might give his victims. Alexa steps back in sudden reverence and soreness, raising one paw in nominal head of her as if to function as a warning. It doesn't work. fast than I would have believed, Tyler punches my sis 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 abdomen. I cry out in electrical shock and step forward, but Josh grabs me from behind and pins my subdivision to my side. I'd have to work out every day for two years before I would be strong enough to violate that bag. So I just watch miserably as my sister lies on the terra firma, coughing uncontrollably. She struggles to get her breath back, taking open-mouthed, deep gulps of air that don't seem to be making it to her lungs.
Tyler walks around her curled up body, looking down at his handcraft. He squats down beside her as she gasps for air and strokes her dismount brown hair, tied up in a ponytail with a gloomy typewriter 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 operose in the back of the capitulum. My eyes water supply and my head swims, and I say nothing more.

Instead, I watch in repugnance as John Tyler turns my sister over onto her backbone and straddles her, pinning her arms down to the footing. By now, she's recovered enough from the poke to attempt to press back, but the size difference between them makes it an unimaginable task.

She struggles, trying in vain to turn over, to roll him off of her. She thrashes wildly, feet kicking, while John Tyler just holds her arms and smiling, taking his clip. Alexa isn't screaming or saying anything. Her eye are wide in affright and terror, and the only strait are grunts of sweat as she struggles, or the occasional, scared mewl 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 pap,"he says, pushing her arms up over her brain. He holds down both her wrists with just one hand. The other slowly traveling towards my sister's body, softly rubbing her tits as she cries out miserably and redoubles her efforts to miss.

Tyler takes his metre, clearly enjoying the feeling 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 tries to contort her body away, beating down at the top of his head with shut fist. The coke are not even fill up 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-bodied to get back on her ft. But Tyler is too fast. He grabs her ankles and she yelps as he yanks her back towards him. Almost effortlessly, he flips her over onto her stomach, and mounts her again. This time, his full 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 top what's about to happen to her. She still struggles, but she can barely move under President Tyler's weight. She has found her representative by now, but she's hyperventilating so grueling she can barely get words out. In between asshole, she begs President Tyler not to hurt her, cook to abandon all dignity for a chance to avoid what comes next.

Tyler takes his time, listening to her pleas with an divert grin. Then, he clamps one deal down over her mouthpiece, 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 twisted mockery of a loving tone."I don't like when little girl cry. I'm not going to hurt you, footling one,"he assures her, placing a kiss on her cheek for emphasis. Alexa is quiet except for her terrified panting, eyes extensive. I'm not sure as shooting if she thought he was life-threatening, but if she did, it didn't last long.

John Tyler suddenly stops stroking her nous, and his voice variety back to his serious tone of voice.

"Oh, except for the region where I tear your loaded little ass in half,"he adds, as if he had only just remembered. Alexa shriek, unfermented tears rolling down her cheeks. Her cry is muffled by the hand around her sass. Tyler's early hand reaches down to the hem of her attire and 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 picayune pussy ! You like getting fucked in the ass ?"

Each repetition of the doubt is punctuated with a tawdry slap on her ass. He finally lifts his former manus from her backtalk 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, nothing in her tone but terror and despair. President Tyler laughs out aloud and covers her mouth with his hand again as her cries start to get to him.

"I won't do it if you admit you're a dumb petty whore who never should take come here,"he finally tells her."When I let go of your facial expression, all you have to do is excuse to me that you're just a stupefied slut who never should have tried to sleep with with me, and I won't suffering 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 secern him to go fuck himself, or what. The whole thing is a muddle of incoherent details in my creative thinker. Some things I can't commemorate at all, like the vividness of the walls, or what clock time it was. But other thing I remember quite vividly, like what she actually says.

"I'm a dumb working girl !"She blurts out in a high squeal the second he lifts his hand."I-I-I'm a stupid strumpet who never…who never should take come here…I-I made a error, please, please, delight let me go, I-I'm a dumb little whore, I…"

She can barely get the Holy Writ out, she's talking so fast. The desperate, pathetic girl clinging to any promise of escape is a far cry from my defiant, protective older sister who rang the buzzer not too long ago. Tyler starts stroking her hair again, and brings his back talk down to her ear.

"Yes, yes you are."He says quietly, calmly."And do you know what happens to dumb little woman of the street ?"He doesn't botheration to hold off for a reception before answering himself."They get fucked in the ass."

In her panic, it's elucidate that what he said doesn't quite cash register with Alexa at initiatory. But the meaning is made clear when Tyler jumps to his feet with a sudden burst of manic zip. He puts a foot on Alexa's neck so she can't get up and pulls down his pants and boxers. His tool is huge, and sway hard with all the"stimulation"he's been doing. He lies down on top of Alexa again, holding her back talk with one hand and hiking up her dress with the other.

He pulls down her panties. They're cute, smashed pink cotton, with a little bow on the battlefront. When he pulls them down, Alexa panic again. Her shaking hands desperately reach back, fumbling around in a otiose endeavor to pull her garb back down and her underwear back up. Her eyes widen, looking around desperately for something, anything to save her. Her base kick on the floor frantically, and from the muffled noises, it's obvious that she's trying to verbalize into Tyler's paw, begging him to lay off. But it's too late.

Tyler pushes his dick, un-lubed and bareback, into my babe with one herculean thrust. Alexa's stifled plea are immediately cut short in a repress, high-pitched squeal. For a legal brief second, Tyler rests, buried as far as he can possibly go in her ass. Alexa is silent as well, lying completely still. The only sound is their breathing, Tyler's abstruse and slow, and Alexa's penetrative and quick. Then the moment passes.

John Tyler slowly pulls out of her and then pushes himself back in, his pelvic girdle hitting Alexa's ass with every forceful thrust. Alexa has stopped trying to beg, and now only cries out without words every time Tyler's eubstance sweep back against her, center scrunched up in suffering.

I can see her minuscule physical structure tremble with each thrust, but Tyler seems intent only on going even harder. He's lying completely on top of her, his side right next to hers as he pumps away. Alexa can barely breathe from a combination of shock, botheration, and being physically crushed under his weight.

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

Tyler gives her little chance to recover. Grabbing her hips, he pulls her up onto all IV. Alexa barely has the strength to resist anymore, except to desperately shake off her chief as if that will barricade him. But her mouth is loose now and she can actually breathe, so when he penetrates her from behind again, she squeals with every violent drive.

The new position seems to deliver given new push to John Tyler, and he attacks pitiable Alexa savagely. His properly hired man holds her ponytail, wrenching her promontory back, forcing her spinal column to arch as far as it will go. The other hand catch one of her articulatio radiocarpea and twists her arm painfully behind her. It looks like he's going to breach it. Alexa's face is contorted in agony, and when, after various farsighted transactions, 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 military group her forefront back down to the primer. He shoves her face 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 power of his thrusts, pulling her back into him by the shoulders as he thrusts his hips forward. Alexa is yanked back and Forth violently, script beating helplessly against the floor.

And then, after what seems like an infinity, Tyler gives one death knife thrust, the thick one yet, and oink in satisfaction as he ejaculates recondite inside my sister. He holds it in office for a few seconds, then pulls out of her. There's rakehell 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 seconds to arrest his breathing spell, then looks over to where I'm being held by Josh, horrified and silent.

"Not bad,"Tyler tells me with a smile."Your Sister's a squeamish piece of ass."I'm struck dumb, ineffectual to say anything. At the time, the whole thing felt like a nightmare I was going to awaken 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 extract her torn and ruined pantie back up her numb, bruised legs. Then he turns to Josh."Listen man, what's mine is yours. I know you don't mind baggy indorsement, so go supporter yourself !"

They switch position, President Tyler holding me down while Josh manner of 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 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 commend much more during this other than those hapless, broken little whines, and President Tyler laughing in my ear.
Next thing I remember, Alexa and I are standing up in the keep room of Tyler's business firm. Josh is glaring silently from a corner, while Tyler speaks.
"So, are we fucking exculpated about everything I said ?"He demands. I say yes, trying only to get the underworld out of here as soon as possible. Alexa doesn't say anything, staring at her feet, until Tyler grabs her Kuki with his hand and forces her to see up at him. She starts to cry again as she gives a tremulous nod and President Tyler lets her go.

Alexa looks worse than I could have imagined. Her wearing apparel is foul and mangled, hanging off her provide shoulder where the strap torus. Her arm has a distinct handprint contusion from Tyler, and her branch are bruised as well. Her genu are scraped and bleeding. Her fuzz is a mint as well, and whip of all, there's a thin trickle of blood and semen running down the back of her leg. When I look away, I notice that there 's seed in her hair too. They must have done to a greater extent to her after I passed out. She's visibly trembling and any movement looks like it's excruciation to her.

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

He stands right in front of her, and softly raises a hand to her nerve, turning it upward to look at him. His other mitt caresses her chest of drawers, down to her waist and her ass, running possessively over her ruined dead body.

"Don't Tell anybody what happened here, looker,"he whispers softly, stroking her side with the rachis of his finger."If you do, I'm going to fuck you again. I'm going to fuck you even harder, you sweet footling bitch. Do you want that ?"

Tears rolling down her grimace, Alexa gives an almost imperceptible tremble of her head. Tyler tut tuts.

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

For a second I'm terrified that it won't oeuvre, 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."Good, because even if you did, no one would trust a stupefied picayune whore like you anyway, would they ? Would they ?"

"No,"Alexa whispered obediently, staring at her animal foot with her manpower folded demurely in front of her again.

"Why wouldn't they believe you ?"

"Because…because I'm a poor fish little whore."

"That's right. 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 sentence now on a act of burster. 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, 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 stripper 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 horseshit back together though, and with spate of therapy and assist, she's gon na be okey.

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