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 bicycle to bechance, I would have shrugged and said no. I woke up at 7 AM, had breakfast, went to schooltime, and was perfectly content with going household 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 problem was the yobbo. How pathetic is that ? I mean, how many high school seniors do you know who still get bullied ? Of course, it wasn't just me. Most masses in my gradation went in silent dread of those Thomas Kid. The one who, for whatever reason, decided that their aim at this stage of their aliveness is to bruise and torment others. about people were not legitimately afraid, but rather went in constant tutelage, always subconsciously mindful that while they had nothing to occupy about for now, all that could change in the blink of an eye. Not me, though. For me and the various other student who had somehow ended up on the grass list of Josh, John Tyler, and their posse, fear was the parliamentary law of the day. They beat us up. Stole from us. Humiliated us. The teachers didn't know about it ( we were afraid to assure them ) and the early pupil didn't care ( they were just beaming it was us and not them ).

So that Friday, I come house 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 ignominious 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 face door and walk in, I'm not alone. My former 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 face, Alexa is not. There was a brief period when she was a stripling during which she gained some weightiness. She hated it, and with her typical allegiance, began an exercise agenda that took tutelage of that problem for unspoiled. She kept at it, and was rewarded with a beautiful body : a flat stomach, toned thigh, a circle, fit fanny, and a lose weight waistline. I was always covetous of how easy 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 turn a veterinary surgeon ever since she first started watching Animal satellite as a little kid. She looks up with a brilliant grin when I come in. It quickly turns to horror as she sees the state I'm in. Horrified, she starts asking all variety of questions about what happened to me, who did it, etc. enquiry I try to forfend and shrug off, but she's nothing if not dour. Plus, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out. She soon learns that I'm being bullied. Alexa doesn't stand for these kind of things. 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 phone back from John Tyler, and then we're going straight to the schooltime to require action.

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

"These guys aren't fixture, tumultuous bullies,"I tell her."They actually just opine hurting people is fun. They really just relish watching masses suffer. Just drop it, I can get a new earphone, I promise I'll avoid them from now on…"you get the idea. Anything I can think of to avoid having to go see these cat again. Alexa isn't having any of it. She insists that this is the undecomposed way to grapple with it, and that even if I don't do it, she's going to need care of this site once and for all.
"cypher messes with my short brother like this,"she says, and just like that it's decided. I change and we leave together. I feel physically vomit up and terrify, but at the clock time, I honestly had a piffling bit of organized religion that maybe Alexa could actually deliver.

I know exactly where they are. They'll be drinking at Tyler's house, waiting for night so they can go to bars and tope some more. Sure enough, when we arrive, we can hear music from outside the door. Alexa gives me a comforting smile, and rings the doorbell. The medicine stops.
It's Josh who opens the room access. At get-go, he seems utterly confused. I'm definitely the conclusion person in the world he was expecting to see, especially succeeding to a pretty girl like Alexa. But his human face quickly goes back to its usual common 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 Old sister, and from what I hear, you and I are going to throw a problem."

If I didn't feel like throwing up, I might have appreciated how comical the office looked. Josh is about six feet improbable, a full phase of the moon 9 inches grandiloquent than Alexa. He also has 90 pounds on her, easy. Still, she's standing there in a cunning floral sundress, hands on her coxa, glaring bloody murder at him. He doesn't seem to know what to say, but by now, Tyler has come to see what the holdup is. He's about the Lapp size of it as Josh, but doesn't seem to turn a loss the power to verbalise in this berth. Instead, he looks slightly embarrassed and shuffles his feet awkwardly.

"Look, this just a mistake,"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 blackguard anymore."
I couldn't have been more surprised if he'd have handed me a million one dollar bill. This response was mind-bogglingly…reasonable. Looking back, that should have set off a one thousand red flags in my head, but I'm so heroic to conceive 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 daze. Josh closes the room access behind us, and locks it. Now, I actually start to get nervous. Alexa hasn't noticed. She stands in the kitchen, waiting for John Tyler to arrive back from his room, as Josh looks on silently.

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

Quick as a snake, Tyler jerks the phone away as Alexa goes to take it, holding it above his promontory. 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 sound back to her justly now.

"Sure. But inaugural, show me your titmouse,"John Tyler drawls, as casually as if he was asking about the conditions. Alexa looks like she can't believe what she's hearing.

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

"Show. Me. Your. Tits."John Tyler repeats nonchalantly. At the conclusion word, he actually reaches out for her breast with his complimentary bridge player. Alexa smacks it away, difficult, before he can do more than lightly brush against the material of her dress. She takes a footprint 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 hired hand cups my baby's breasts before she can crusade it off. Furious, Alexa slaps Tyler across the face. Hard.

I think she realizes she's made a mistake almost immediately. John Tyler gives her a inhuman look like nothing human, the sorting of look a series cause of death might give his victim. Alexa steps back in sudden fear and discomfort, raising one hand in front of her as if to serve up as a warning. It doesn't body of work. degenerate than I would ingest believed, President Tyler punches my sister in the gut with all his might. She's absolutely not expecting it, and President Tyler is twice her size, so when it lands with a sickening clump, she has no chance.

She crumples to the ground, curled up holding her breadbasket. I cry out in jar and footfall forward, but Josh grabs me from behind and oarlock my arms to my side. I'd have to figure out out every day for two years before I would be hard enough to break that grasp. So I just watch miserably as my sister lies on the basis, coughing uncontrollably. She struggles to get her hint back, taking open-mouthed, deep draft of air that don't seem to be making it to her lungs.
John Tyler walking around her curled up body, looking down at his handwork. He squats down beside her as she gasps for air and strokes her lightsome brown hair, tied up in a ponytail with a blueing thread.

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

Instead, I watch in horror as Tyler turns my sister over onto her cover and straddles her, pinning her weapon down to the reason. By now, she's recovered enough from the punch to attempt to fight back, but the size departure 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 President Tyler just holds her arms and grins, taking his time. Alexa isn't shriek or saying anything. Her eyes are wide in panic and scourge, and the entirely sounds are grunts of exertion as she struggles, or the casual, frightened whimper deep in her throat.

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

"You know, all I wanted was to see your breast,"he says, pushing her sleeve up over her fountainhead. He holds down both her wrists with just one hand. The other slowly travels towards my sister's body, softly rubbing her bosom as she cries out miserably and redoubles her elbow grease to escape.

Tyler takes his time, clearly enjoying the smell on Alexa's boldness as she's violated and groped against her will. He gets rougher and rougher with her, shoving his hand down the presence of her wearing apparel, squeezing and slapping her knocker while laughing. He lets go of her wrists, leans down and kisses her neck. Alexa squeals and tries to contort her body away, beating down at the top of his head with closed fists. The blows are not even close down to bothersome for John 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 piffling bit, and it looks like she might be able to get back on her feet. But President Tyler is too fast. He grabs her ankle and she yelps as he yanks her back towards him. Almost effortlessly, he flips her over onto her breadbasket, and mounts her again. This time, his full weight is on her as he lies on top of her, bringing his rim right down beside her ear so he can talk.

By now, Alexa is sobbing desperately, as it's crystal clear what's about to fall out to her. She still struggles, but she can barely move under Tyler's weight. She has found her phonation by now, but she's hyperventilating so heavy she can barely get row out. In between sobs, she begs Tyler not to ache her, ready to forsake all dignity for a fortune to keep off what comes next.

President Tyler takes his prison term, listening to her pleas with an amused grin. Then, he clamps one 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 writhe scoffing of a loving whole tone."I don't like when lady friend cry. I'm not going to hurt you, slight one,"he assures her, placing a kiss on her boldness for accent. Alexa is restrained except for her terrified heaving, centre wide. I'm not indisputable if she thought he was serious, but if she did, it didn't last long.

Tyler suddenly stops stroking her head, and his part change back to his serious tonicity.

"Oh, except for the persona where I tear your rigorous small ass in half,"he adds, as if he had only just remembered. Alexa sidesplitter, fresh tears rolling down her cheek. Her cry is muffled by the hand around her mouth. Tyler's early hired hand reaches down to the hem of her dress and sliding board 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 ? resolution me, you little twat ! You like getting fucked in the ass ?"

Each repetition of the question is punctuated with a tawdry smack on her ass. He finally lifts his other hand from her mouth 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, cypher in her tone but affright and desperation. Tyler laughs out garish and covers her oral cavity with his script again as her battle cry start to annoy him.

"I won't do it if you admit you're a dim little whore who never should have come here,"he finally tells her."When I let go of your case, all you have to do is explicate to me that you're just a pudden-head hussy who never should own tried to fuck with me, and I won't damage 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 screw himself, or what. The unscathed affair is a deal of incoherent particular in my thinker. Some affair I can't think of at all, like the color of the wall, or what time it was. But early things I remember quite vividly, like what she actually says.

"I'm a dumb whore !"She blurts out in a high-pitched squeal the instant he lifts his hand."I-I-I'm a unintelligent trollop who never…who never should make come here…I-I made a mistake, please, please, delight let me go, I-I'm a dumb slight fancy woman, I…"

She can barely get the words out, she's talking so fast. The desperate, pathetic girl clinging to any hope of escape is a far cry from my defiant, protective older sister who rang the doorbell not too long ago. Tyler starts stroking her hair 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 pain in the ass 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 registry with Alexa at first. But the meaning is made clear when Tyler jumps to his feet with a sudden burst of manic vigour. He puts a foot on Alexa's neck so she can't get up and twist down his pants and pugilist. His hawkshaw is immense, and sway grueling with all the"foreplay"he's been doing. He lies down on top of Alexa again, holding her mouth with one paw and hiking up her dress with the other.

He pulls down her panty. They're cute, tight pink cotton, with a little bow on the front. When he pulls them down, Alexa affright again. Her shaking custody desperately reach back, fumbling around in a otiose endeavour to pull her dress back down and her underwear back up. Her middle widen, looking around desperately for something, anything to save her. Her fundament kick on the flooring frantically, and from the strangle noises, it's obvious that she's trying to speak into John Tyler's hired man, begging him to stop. But it's too late.

President Tyler pushes his dick, un-lubed and bareback, into my sister with one knock-down thrust. Alexa's stifled pleas are immediately cut brusk in a strangled, high squeal. For a abbreviated secondly, John 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 ventilation, Tyler's deep and slow, and Alexa's sharp and quick. Then the moment passes.

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

I can see her slight physical structure shiver with each drive, but 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 cushion, bother, and being physically crushed under his weight.

Then Tyler stops for a second 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 cry or cry, but only a poor little close call escapes.

Tyler gives her footling chance to go back. Grabbing her pelvis, he pulls her up onto all fours. Alexa barely has the strong suit to baulk anymore, except to desperately shake her head as if that will stop him. But her mouth is unloose now and she can actually breathe, so when he penetrates her from behind again, she squeals with every violent thrusting.

The new position seems to have given new energy to John Tyler, and he attacks poor people Alexa savagely. His right hand holds her ponytail, wrenching her head back, forcing her cover to archway as far as it will go. The other manus snap one of her wrists and twists her arm painfully behind her. It looks like he's going to break it. Alexa's side is contorted in agony, and when, after several farsighted minute, he lets go, she can barely put any weightiness on the arm.

Not that it matters anyway. Feeling close to finished, Tyler grabs her by the shoulders and military group her brain back down to the ground. He shoves her facial expression firmly into the tile, pressing down her cheek on the story so she can see her rapist on top of her out of the turning point of her eye.

He increases the gait and power of his thrusts, pulling her rear into him by the shoulders as he thrusts his hips forward. Alexa is yanked back and forth violently, handwriting beating helplessly against the floor.

And then, after what seems like an eternity, Tyler gives one last-place thrust, the deepest one yet, and oink in satisfaction as he ejaculates deep inside my sis. He holds it in place for a few arcsecond, then pulls out of her. There's blood on his dick.

Alexa lies motionless except for irrepressible shivering on the kitchen level. Tyler gets up and puts his clothes back on, whistling casually to himself. He takes a few bit to enamor his intimation, then looks over to where I'm being held by Josh, horrified and silent.

"Not bad,"Tyler tells me with a smiling."Your sister's a prissy piece of music of ass."I'm struck dumb, unable to say anything. At the time, the whole thing felt like a nightmare I was going to ignite up from any second.

"See, I think she likes me !"Tyler adds with a cheeky grin as he looks at Alexa lying on her venter, hands reaching slowly, clumsily behind her, trying to pull her torn and ruined step-in back up her numb, bruised leg. Then he turns to Josh."Listen man, what's mine is yours. I know you don't creative thinker haphazard moment, so go service yourself !"

They switch position, 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 wench or a fleshlight. Alexa just lies there and takes it. I 'm not sure if she was even witting at that peak.

At this point, I think I passed out, because I can't remember much more during this former than those misfortunate, broken little whines, and Tyler laughing in my ear.
Next thing I remember, Alexa and I are standing up in the support room of Tyler's house. Josh is glaring silently from a corner, while Tyler speaks.
"So, are we fucking bring in 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 hand and forces her to look up at him. She starts to cry again as she gives a quavering nod and Tyler lets her go.

Alexa looks worse than I could induce imagined. Her apparel is muddied and lacerate, hanging off her left shoulder where the strap torus. Her arm has a distinct handprint bruise from Tyler, and her legs are bruised as well. Her knees are scraped and bleeding. Her hair is a mess as well, and big of all, there's a thin drip of rip and semen running down the back of her leg. When I look away, I notice that there 's semen in her hair's-breadth too. They must consume done more to her after I passed out. She's visibly trembling and any apparent motion looks like it's agony to her.

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

He stands right in front of her, and softly raises a hand to her face, turning it upwards to await at him. His early hired hand caresses her breast, down to her waist and her ass, running possessively over her ruined body.

"Don't tell anybody what happened here, sweetheart,"he whispers softly, stroking her face with the dorsum of his fingers."If you do, I'm going to sleep together you again. I'm going to fuck you even harder, you sweet niggling bitch. Do you want that ?"

Tears rolling down her typeface, Alexa gives an almost imperceptible shake of her forefront. Tyler tut tuts.

"That's not goodness enough. I asked you if you want me to hold back until your sore slight dickhead heals up and then shoot it apart again. Why don't you say, no, I don't want that ?"

For a irregular I'm terrified that it won't workplace, 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."upright, because even if you did, no one would consider a stupid picayune tart 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 right. Now get the screwing out of here, you two."
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That was about five yr ago. Tyler is doing 25 to life now on a issue 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, and had problems with drugs and alcoholic drink. 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 pornos when she was low on money. Recently she's starting to get her shit back together though, and with Lot of therapy and help, she's gon na be okeh.

Anyway, my therapist said telling the whole story would be helpful to facilitate me cure, so here it is, I guess. It's something I can never blank out .