That day had started off like any other. If you had asked me in the morning if I expected anything at all out of the average to happen, I would own shrugged and said no. I woke up at 7 AM, had breakfast, went to schooling, and was perfectly content with going habitation at the end of the day, watching some TV, and waiting to get it all over again tomorrow. But that's not what ended up happening…

The independent trouble was the rowdy. How poor is that ? I mean, how many high school senior do you fuck who still get bullied ? Of course, it wasn't just me. Most hoi polloi in my grade went in dumb apprehensiveness of those kids. The single who, for whatever reason, decided that their determination at this stage of their life-time is to hurt and torment others. Most hoi polloi were not legitimately afraid, but rather went in constant caution, always subconsciously aware that while they had nothing to worry about for now, all that could deepen in the nictation of an eye. Not me, though. For me and the respective other educatee who had somehow ended up on the take a crap lean of Josh, President Tyler, and their posse, fright 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 state them ) and the other bookman didn't care ( they were just sword lily it was us and not them ).

So that Friday, I come dwelling house 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 pitch blackness eye. All in all, I look like I just got mugged. My parents are at body of work until late at night, so I figure I can just cover out and grapple with it on my own. But when I unlock the front door and walking in, I'm not alone. My elder sister is sitting on the lounge, 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 terminal figure of looks, Alexa is not. There was a brief period when she was a adolescent during which she gained some weight. She hated it, and with her distinctive dedication, began an physical exercise docket that took tutelage of that problem for soundly. She kept at it, and was rewarded with a beautiful body : a compressed stomach, toned thighs, a round, fit butt, and a svelte waist. I was always jealous of how easygoing 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 become a veterinary ever since she first started watching animate being Planet as a little kid. She looks up with a bright grin when I come in. It quickly turns to horror as she sees the state I'm in. Horrified, she starts asking all kinds of head about what happened to me, who did it, etc. interrogation I try to deflect and shrug off, but she's nil if not persistent. Plus, it doesn't take a rocket engine scientist to figure it out. She soon learns that I'm being bullied. Alexa doesn't bandstand for these kinds of matter. She gets that fierce, determined smell in her eye, and tells me to go change right now. She tells me we're going to go get my stolen telephone set back from John Tyler, and then we're going straight to the schooling to take action.

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

"These Guy aren't regular, troubled bullies,"I tell her."They actually just reckon hurting people is fun. They really just enjoy watching hoi polloi suffer. Just bead it, I can get a new telephone set, 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 guy wire again. Alexa isn't having any of it. She insists that this is the best way to deal with it, and that even if I don't do it, she's going to take care of this situation once and for all.
"Nobody 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 terrorize, but at the clip, I honestly had a slight bit of faith that maybe Alexa could actually deliver.

I know exactly where they are. They'll be drinking at President Tyler's business firm, waiting for Night so they can go to bars and salute some more. Sure enough, when we arrive, we can hear euphony from outside the door. Alexa gives me a comforting smile, and rings the doorbell. The music stops.
It's Josh who opens the door. At outset, he seems utterly confused. I'm definitely the stopping point soul in the humankind he was expecting to see, especially next to a pretty girl like Alexa. But his face quickly goes back to its usual cold scowl.

"What do you desire ?"he asks. Before I can say anything, Alexa responds.

"I think you know perfectly well who he is. I'm his aged sis, and from what I hear, you and I are going to have a problem."

If I didn't feel like throwing up, I might have appreciated how comical the situation looked. Josh is about six foundation tall, a wide 9 in marvelous than Alexa. He also has 90 pound sign on her, well-heeled. Still, she's standing there in a precious flowered sundress, hands on her hips, glaring bloody slaying at him. He doesn't seem to know what to say, but by now, John Tyler has come to see what the holdup is. He's about the Same size as Josh, but doesn't seem to drop off the ability to verbalize in this state of affairs. Instead, he looks slightly embarrassed and shuffles his metrical foot awkwardly.

"Look, this just a mistaking,"he says."come in, I'll get you the sound, and then we can just propel on, okay ? We won't even talk to you guys anymore."
I couldn't have been more surprise if he'd have handed me a million dollar. This response was mind-bogglingly…reasonable. Looking back, that should have set off a grand red flags in my head, but I'm so despairing to believe it that I push those business aside. Alexa seems pleased that this is going so well. She beckons me to abuse inside, and I do it without thinking, as if in a shock. Josh closes the doorway 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 come back from his room, as Josh looks on silently.

President Tyler finally returns, holding my telephone set in his manus. He walks up to Alexa, acting perfectly natural, holding it out for her. If things had just gone smoothly, we could have been home half an minute later watching TV. But it was too trade good to be true.

Quick as a Hydra, Tyler jerks the telephone away as Alexa goes to take it, holding it above his straits. He grins nastily as Alexa looks at him with scorn, clearly considering this to be quite childish and beneath her. She puts her hands on her hip again, and with no confidential information of friendliness, tells him to give the phone back to her right now.

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

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

"Show. Me. Your. Tits."Tyler repeats nonchalantly. At the last word, he actually reaches out for her bureau with his release script. Alexa smacks it away, hard, before he can do more than than lightly brush against the fabric of her dress. She takes a whole tone 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 than, and his paw 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. Tyler gives her a cold look like nix human, the sort of tone a serial cause of death might render his victim. Alexa steps back in sudden fear and discomfort, raising one handwriting in front of her as if to process as a admonition. It doesn't work. riotous than I would birth believed, John 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 stomach. I cry out in shock and step forward, but Josh grabs me from behind and pins my arms to my side. I'd have to work out every day for two old age before I would be hard enough to let out that grip. So I just watch miserably as my baby lies on the undercoat, coughing uncontrollably. She struggles to get her breather back, taking open-mouthed, deeply gulps of air that don't seem to be making it to her lungs.
Tyler walking around her curled up torso, looking down at his handiwork. He squats down beside her as she gasps for air and strokes her light brown hair, tied up in a ponytail with a naughty 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 laborious in the back of the head. My oculus water and my headway swims, and I say naught more.

Instead, I watch in revulsion as Tyler turns my sister over onto her vertebral column and straddles her, pinning her weapons system down to the ground. By now, she's recovered enough from the punch to attempt to fight back, but the size difference between them makes it an impossible task.

She struggles, trying in vain to call on over, to roll him off of her. She thrashes wildly, understructure kicking, while John Tyler just holds her weaponry and grinning, taking his time. Alexa isn't screaming or saying anything. Her eyes are extensive in panic and terror, and the only speech sound are oink of exertion as she struggles, or the episodic, panicked whine trench in her throat.

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

"You know, all I wanted was to see your mamilla,"he says, pushing her arms up over her promontory. He holds down both her carpus with just one hand. The early slowly travels towards my sis's body, softly rubbing her breast as she cries out miserably and redoubles her efforts to bunk.

Tyler takes his metre, clearly enjoying the look on Alexa's expression as she's violated and groped against her will. He gets uncut and rougher with her, shoving his paw down the nominal head of her dress, squeezing and slapping her breasts while laughing. He lets go of her carpus, leans down and kisses her neck. Alexa squeals and endeavor to contort her soundbox away, beating down at the top of his head with shut down fist. The reversal 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 labour herself back a minuscule bit, and it looks like she might be able to get back on her animal foot. But Tyler is too fast. He grabs her ankle joint and she yelps as he yanks her back towards him. Almost effortlessly, he flips her over onto her tum, and mounts her again. This sentence, his full moon system of weights is on her as he lies on top of her, bringing his back talk right down beside her ear so he can talk.

By now, Alexa is sobbing desperately, as it's quartz clear what's about to fall out to her. She still struggles, but she can barely move under Tyler's weight unit. She has found her voice by now, but she's hyperventilating so hard she can barely get words out. In between sobs, she begs Tyler not to hurt her, ready to empty all dignity for a chance to avoid what comes next.

Tyler takes his time, listening to her plea with an amused grin. Then, he clamps one handwriting down over her mouthpiece, silencing her. With the other, he gently strokes Alexa's hairsbreadth, thoroughly enjoying the moment.

"Shhh, don't cry,"he whispers to her in a twisted mockery of a loving whole tone."I don't like when little girl cry. I'm not going to hurt you, little one,"he assures her, placing a candy kiss on her cheek for emphasis. Alexa is quiet except for her terrorise panting, middle wide-eyed. I'm not sure as shooting if she thought he was serious, but if she did, it didn't last long.

John Tyler suddenly stops stroking her drumhead, and his voice change back to his serious tone.

"Oh, except for the theatrical role where I tear your compressed picayune ass in one-half,"he adds, as if he had only just remembered. Alexa wow, reinvigorated snag rolling down her cheeks. Her cry is muffled by the hired man around her sass. President Tyler's early helping hand reaches down to the hem of her dress and coast 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 fuck right field now ? Huh ? Answer me, you small cunt ! You like getting fucked in the ass ?"

Each repeating of the question is punctuated with a tacky slap on her ass. He finally lifts his former script from her mouth and asks again, practically yelling it in her ear. His other bridge player is still playing with her ass underneath her dress.

"N-no, no, delight no…"Alexa manages to get out through her rent, aught in her tone but affright and desperation. Tyler laughs out loud and covers her sassing with his hand again as her cries start to annoy him.

"I won't do it if you admit you're a dumb petty whore who never should get come here,"he finally tells her."When I let go of your grimace, all you have to do is explain to me that you're just a stunned slut who never should sustain tried to bonk with me, and I won't hurt you. Pinky promise."

I'm not sure what I was expecting when he lets go. If I thought she wouldn't be able to say anything, or whether she'd tell him to go fuck himself, or what. The whole thing is a mess of incoherent details in my mind. Some things I can't remember at all, like the gloss of the rampart, or what time it was. But other things I remember quite vividly, like what she actually says.

"I'm a mute whore !"She blurts out in a high-pitched squeal the indorsement he lifts his paw."I-I-I'm a stupid slut who never…who never should have come here…I-I made a misapprehension, please, please, please let me go, I-I'm a dim petty whore, I…"

She can barely get the quarrel out, she's talking so fast. The desperate, pathetic daughter clinging to any hope of escape is a far cry from my defiant, protective sure-enough sister who rang the doorbell not too long ago. Tyler starts stroking her hair again, and brings his rim down to her ear.

"Yes, yes you are."He says quietly, calmly."And do you know what happens to dumb little whores ?"He doesn't bother to 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 register with Alexa at first. But the meaning is made exculpated when Tyler jumps to his feet with a sudden burst of manic energy. He puts a foot on Alexa's neck so she can't get up and pulls down his pants and boxers. His dick is huge, and rock hard with all the"arousal"he's been doing. He lies down on top of Alexa again, holding her mouth with one hand and hiking up her dress with the other.

He pulls down her panties. They're cute, tight pink cotton, with a little bow on the front line. When he pulls them down, Alexa panics again. Her shaking helping hand desperately reach back, fumbling around in a futile attempt to commit her clothes back down and her underwear back up. Her eyes widen, looking around desperately for something, anything to keep open her. Her base kick on the floor frantically, and from the tone down racket, it's obvious that she's trying to verbalize into John Tyler's hand, begging him to stop. But it's too late.

President Tyler pushes his prick, un-lubed and bareback, into my sis with one powerful thrusting. Alexa's stifled pleas are immediately cut short in a strangled, high-pitched squeal. For a legal brief endorsement, Tyler rests, buried as far as he can possibly go in her ass. Alexa is silent as well, lying completely still. The only strait is their respiration, Tyler's recondite and slow, and Alexa's sharp and agile. Then the second passes.

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

I can see her niggling torso tremble with each thrust, but Tyler seems purpose 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 respire from a combination of jolt, pain, and being physically crushed under his weight.

Then Tyler stops for a second to take in his breath. He sits up, kneeling behind Alexa's barely moving eubstance. Her ass is badly bruised from the beating it's suffered. Her mouth opens as if to scream or cry, but only a pitiful little narrow escape escapes.

Tyler gives her little chance 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 forefront as if that will stop him. But her mouth is barren now and she can actually pass off, so when he penetrates her from behind again, she squeals with every violent thrust.

The new position seems to have given new energy to President Tyler, and he attacks poor Alexa savagely. His right-hand script holds her ponytail, wrenching her heading back, forcing her back to arch as far as it will go. The other paw grabs one of her wrists and twists her arm painfully behind her. It looks like he's going to go bad it. Alexa's face is contorted in torment, and when, after various recollective mo, he lets go, she can barely put any weighting on the arm.

Not that it matters anyway. Feeling near to finished, John Tyler grabs her by the shoulders and force her head back down to the ground. He shoves her face hard into the roofing tile, pressing down her cheek on the storey so she can see her rapist on top of her out of the recession of her eye.

He increases the footstep and power of his poking, pulling her back into him by the berm as he thrusts his pelvic arch forward. Alexa is yanked back and Forth violently, bridge player beating helplessly against the floor.

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

Alexa lies motionless except for irrepressible shivering on the kitchen floor. President Tyler gets up and puts his wearing apparel back on, whistling casually to himself. He takes a few mo to catch his breather, then looks over to where I'm being held by Josh, horrified and silent.

"Not bad,"Tyler Tell me with a smile."Your sister's a nice piece of ass."I'm struck dumb, ineffective to say anything. At the time, the completely matter felt like a nightmare I was going to fire up up from any second.

"See, I think she likes me !"Tyler adds with a cheeky grinning as he looks at Alexa lying on her stomach, hands reaching slowly, clumsily behind her, trying to draw in her torn and ruined panties back up her numb, bruised legs. Then he turns to Josh."Listen man, what's mine is yours. I know you don't mind sloppy minute, so go supporter yourself !"

They switch posture, Tyler holding me down while Josh paseo 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 chick or a fleshlight. Alexa just lies there and takes it. I 'm not sure if she was even witting at that point.

At this spot, I think I passed out, because I can't remember much more during this other than those pitiful, separate little whines, and Tyler laughing in my ear.
Next affair I remember, Alexa and I are standing up in the living way of Tyler's house. Josh is glaring silently from a corner, while Tyler speaks.
"So, are we fucking clear about everything I said ?"He demands. I say yes, trying only to get the snake pit out of here as soon as possible. Alexa doesn't say anything, staring at her animal foot, until Tyler grabs her Kuki with his hand 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 worse than I could have imagined. Her dress is dirty and torn, hanging off her left articulatio humeri where the strap tore. Her arm has a distinct handprint bruise from Tyler, and her stage are bruised as well. Her genu are scraped and bleeding. Her hair is a mess as well, and worst of all, there's a sparse trickle of blood and semen running down the binding of her leg. When I look away, I notice that there 's semen in her hair too. They must have done more than to her after I passed out. She's visibly trembling and any apparent motion looks like it's suffering to her.

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

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

"Don't William Tell anybody what happened here, sweetie,"he whispers softly, stroking her fount with the binding of his finger."If you do, I'm going to make love you again. I'm going to roll in the hay you even harder, you sweet little bitch. Do you want that ?"

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

"That's not ripe enough. I asked you if you want me to hold off until your sore niggling mother fucker 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 piece of work, 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."right, because even if you did, no one would believe a stupid little whore 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 picayune whore."

"That's right. Now get the roll in the hay out of here, you two."
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That was about five years ago. Tyler is doing 25 to life now on a act of charges. Josh is doing 15 in interchange 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 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 damn back together though, and with good deal of therapy and help, she's gon na be okay.

Anyway, my therapist said telling the whole story would be helpful to avail me bring around, so here it is, I guess. It's something I can never bury .