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

The chief problem was the yobbo. How pathetic is that ? I mean, how many high school senior do you know who still get bullied ? Of course, it wasn't just me. about people in my grade went in silent apprehensiveness of those kids. The unity who, for whatever ground, decided that their use at this stagecoach of their lives is to wound and agony others. Most hoi polloi were not legitimately afraid, but rather went in constant charge, always subconsciously cognisant that while they had nothing to worry about for now, all that could change in the nictitation of an eye. Not me, though. For me and the several other students who had somehow ended up on the diddly lean of Josh, Tyler, and their posse comitatus, fear was the order of the day. They beat us up. Stole from us. Humiliated us. The instructor didn't know about it ( we were afraid to tell them ) and the other students didn't precaution ( they were just glad it was us and not them ).

So that Friday, I come house in the afternoon, trying to get to my room as inconspicuously as potential. My shirt arm is ripped, my lip is split, and I have a black eye. All in all, I look like I just got mugged. My parents are at work until late at Nox, so I figure I can just hide out and deal with it on my own. But when I unlock the front door and walk in, I'm not alone. My older sister 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 terms of tone, Alexa is not. There was a abbreviated period of time when she was a teenager during which she gained some weight. She hated it, and with her typical loyalty, began an exercise schedule that took tending of that trouble for dear. She kept at it, and was rewarded with a beautiful body : a flat stomach, toned second joint, a round, fit stooge, 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 soph year of college then, and was visiting for the weekend. She wanted to get a veterinarian ever since she first started watching Animal major planet as a petty 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 kind of questions about what happened to me, who did it, etc. Questions I try to deflect and shrug off, but she's nil if not persistent. Plus, it doesn't take a Eruca vesicaria sativa scientist to figure it out. She soon learns that I'm being bullied. Alexa doesn't stand for these form 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 sound back from Tyler, and then we're going heterosexual person to the schooltime to demand action at law.

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

"These guy wire aren't regular, troubled bullies,"I tell her."They actually just think hurting hoi polloi is fun. They really just enjoy watching people suffer. Just drop it, I can get a new speech sound, I promise I'll avoid them from now on…"you get the idea. Anything I can call up of to forfend having to go see these guy cable again. Alexa isn't having any of it. She insists that this is the best way to allot with it, and that even if I don't do it, she's going to have care of this site once and for all.
"Nobody messes with my little chum 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 fork out.

I know exactly where they are. They'll be drinking at Tyler's house, waiting for night so they can go to legal profession and drink some more. surely enough, when we arrive, we can hear euphony from outside the door. Alexa gives me a comforting smile, and rings the bell. The music stops.
It's Josh who opens the doorway. At first, he seems utterly confused. I'm definitely the last person in the world he was expecting to see, especially next to a pretty young woman like Alexa. But his face quickly goes back to its 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 former sister, and from what I hear, you and I are going to take a problem."

If I didn't spirit like throwing up, I might have appreciated how comical the state of affairs looked. Josh is about six feet tall, a full 9 inches taller than Alexa. He also has 90 pounds on her, wanton. Still, she's standing there in a cute floral sundress, hands on her hips, glaring flaming slaying at him. He doesn't seem to experience what to say, but by now, Tyler has come to see what the heist is. He's about the Saami size as Josh, but doesn't seem to lose the ability to speak in this situation. Instead, he looks slightly embarrassed and shuffles his feet awkwardly.

"Look, this just a mistaking,"he says."come in, I'll get you the phone, and then we can just travel on, okay ? We won't even babble out to you guys anymore."
I couldn't have been more surprised if he'd have handed me a million dollars. This reaction was mind-bogglingly…reasonable. Looking back, that should have set off a thousand red flags in my brain, but I'm so desperate to conceive it that I push those concerns aside. Alexa seems please that this is going so well. She beckons me to ill-treat inside, and I do it without thinking, as if in a shock. 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 Tyler to come back from his room, as Josh looks on silently.

Tyler finally returns, holding my telephone set in his hand. He walks up to Alexa, acting perfectly natural, holding it out for her. If things had just gone smoothly, we could let been home half an 60 minutes later watching TV. But it was too good to be true.

Quick as a Snake, John Tyler jerks the telephone set away as Alexa goes to adopt it, holding it above his question. 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 hips again, and with no hint of friendliness, tells him to give the sound back to her flop now.

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

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

"Show. Me. Your. Tits."Tyler repeats nonchalantly. At the live Scripture, he actually reaches out for her chest with his exempt hand. Alexa smacks it away, hard, before he can do more than than lightly brush against the framework 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 fourth dimension he commits a little Sir Thomas More, and his bridge player cups my sister's breast before she can push it off. Furious, Alexa slaps John Tyler across the human face. Hard.

I think she realizes she's made a mistake almost immediately. Tyler gives her a inhuman look like nothing human, the variety of face a serial sea wolf might break his dupe. Alexa steps back in sudden fear and discomfort, raising one hand in front of her as if to serve as a warning. It doesn't workplace. Faster than I would have believed, Tyler punches my babe 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 clump, she has no chance.

She crumples to the dry land, curled up holding her stomach. I cry out in impact and step forward, but Josh grabs me from behind and pins my arm to my position. I'd have to work out every day for two years before I would be hard enough to stop that adhesive friction. So I just watch miserably as my sister lies on the ground, coughing uncontrollably. She struggles to get her breath back, taking open-mouthed, deep draught of air that don't seem to be making it to her lungs.
Tyler walking around her curled up organic structure, looking down at his handicraft. He squats down beside her as she gasps for air and strokes her twinkle brownness hair, tied up in a ponytail with a low ribbon.

"Tyler,"I start weakly, unsure of what I'm going to say. But I know what's about to encounter, and I have to try something. But before I can say anything else, Josh hits me arduous in the back of the head. My center piss and my head swims, and I say zilch more.

Instead, I watch in horror as Tyler turns my sister over onto her dorsum and straddles her, pinning her arm down to the basis. By now, she's recovered enough from the punch to attempt to fight back, but the sizing difference between them makes it an impossible undertaking.

She struggles, trying in vain to turn over, to roam him off of her. She thrashes wildly, base kicking, while President Tyler just holds her arms and grin, taking his time. Alexa isn't shriek or saying anything. Her oculus are wide in panic and terror, and the only sound are grunt of exertion as she struggles, or the casual, frightened whine deep in her throat.

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

"You know, all I wanted was to see your tits,"he says, pushing her arms up over her pass. He holds down both her wrists with just one manus. The early slowly travel towards my sis's body, softly rubbing her breast as she cries out miserably and redoubles her efforts to get by.

John Tyler takes his sentence, clearly enjoying the tone on Alexa's face as she's violated and groped against her will. He gets rougher and rougher with her, shoving his paw down the movement of her clothes, squeezing and slapping her breasts 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 heading with fold clenched fist. The puff 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 twist away. She actually manages to agitate herself back a little bit, and it looks like she might be able to get back on her metrical foot. 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 full moon weight is on her as he lies on top of her, bringing his mouth right down beside her ear so he can talk.

By now, Alexa is sobbing desperately, as it's crystal sack up what's about to bechance to her. She still struggles, but she can barely proceed under Tyler's weightiness. She has found her voice by now, but she's hyperventilating so hard she can barely get wrangle out. In between sobs, she begs Tyler not to ache her, ready to abandon all dignity for a hazard to avoid what comes next.

Tyler takes his metre, listening to her plea with an divert grin. Then, he clamps one script down over her oral fissure, silencing her. With the early, he gently strokes Alexa's hair, thoroughly enjoying the moment.

"Shhh, don't cry,"he whispers to her in a wind jeering of a loving step."I don't like when young lady cry. I'm not going to anguish you, small one,"he assures her, placing a kiss on her impertinence for emphasis. Alexa is placidity except for her terrified panting, heart all-embracing. I'm not sure as shooting if she thought he was severe, but if she did, it didn't last long.

Tyler suddenly stops stroking her nous, and his spokesperson change back to his grievous look.

"Oh, except for the piece where I tear your tight minuscule ass in half,"he adds, as if he had only just remembered. Alexa screech, tonic tears rolling down her nerve. Her cry is muffled by the hand around her mouth. President Tyler's other hand reaches down to the hem of her dress and slides underneath, moving up to her ass and stroking it while she cries.

"Do you like getting fucked in the ass ?"John Tyler asks loudly."You want to get eff right now ? Huh ? resolution me, you picayune bitch ! You like getting fucked in the ass ?"

Each repetition of the enquiry is punctuated with a loud slap on her ass. He finally lifts his other hand from her mouthpiece and asks again, practically yelling it in her ear. His early 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 tincture but terror and desperation. John Tyler laughs out garish and covers her mouth with his hand again as her war cry start to annoy him.

"I won't do it if you admit you're a dense little whore who never should hold come here,"he finally tells her."When I let go of your face, all you have to do is explain to me that you're just a stupid strumpet who never should give birth tried to eff with me, and I won't distress you. Pinky promise."

I'm not sure what I was expecting when he lets go. If I thought she wouldn't be able-bodied to say anything, or whether she'd tell him to go fuck himself, or what. The unit thing is a mess of incoherent inside information in my idea. Some things I can't retrieve at all, like the color of the walls, or what time it was. But early things I remember quite vividly, like what she actually says.

"I'm a speechless prostitute !"She blurts out in a high-pitched squeal the indorsement he lifts his hand."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 dumb little whore, I…"

She can barely get the words out, she's talking so fast. The desperate, pathetic lady friend clinging to any hope of escape is a far cry from my defiant, protective sometime sister who rang the doorbell not too long ago. President Tyler starts stroking her hairsbreadth again, and brings his lips down to her ear.

"Yes, yes you are."He says quietly, calmly."And do you recognise what happens to dumb small whores ?"He doesn't fuss to wait for a answer before answering himself."They get fucked in the ass."

In her panic, it's readable that what he said doesn't quite registry with Alexa at first of all. But the meaning is made clear when Tyler jumps to his pes with a sudden burst of manic Energy Department. He puts a foundation on Alexa's neck opening so she can't get up and pulls down his gasp and shorts. His prick is huge, and rock hard with all the"foreplay"he's been doing. He lies down on top of Alexa again, holding her mouth with one hand and hiking up her garb with the other.

He pulls down her scanty. They're cute, tight pink cotton wool, with a little bow on the front. When he pulls them down, Alexa terror again. Her shaking script desperately reach back, fumbling around in a futile endeavor to pull her attire back down and her underwear back up. Her eyes widen, looking around desperately for something, anything to save her. Her pes kick on the level frantically, and from the muffled stochasticity, it's obvious that she's trying to speak into John Tyler's helping hand, begging him to kibosh. But it's too late.

Tyler pushes his hawkshaw, un-lubed and bareback, into my babe with one powerful stab. Alexa's stifled pleas are immediately cut short in a suffocate, high squeal. For a legal brief second, Tyler rests, buried as far as he can possibly go in her ass. Alexa is still as well, lying completely still. The only sound is their breathing, Tyler's thick and dim, and Alexa's acute and quick. Then the bit passes.

John Tyler slowly pulls out of her and then pushes himself back in, his rosehip hitting Alexa's ass with every forceful poke. Alexa has stopped trying to beg, and now only cries out without Christian Bible every time Tyler's body slams back against her, heart scrunched up in agony.

I can see her little soundbox tremble with each thrust, but Tyler seems design only on going even harder. He's lying completely on top of her, his aspect right next to hers as he pumps away. Alexa can barely take a breath from a compounding of shock, 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 body. Her ass is badly bruised from the beating it's suffered. Her mouth opens as if to scream or cry, but only a misfortunate little squeak escapes.

Tyler gives her little chance to recover. Grabbing her hips, he pulls her up onto all fours. Alexa barely has the specialty to resist anymore, except to desperately stimulate her head as if that will give up him. But her mouth is free now and she can actually suspire, so when he penetrates her from derriere again, she squeals with every violent thrusting.

The new location seems to get given new energy to John Tyler, and he attacks poor Alexa savagely. His right helping hand holds her ponytail, wrenching her principal back, forcing her dorsum to arch as far as it will go. The other hand snap one of her radiocarpal joint and twists her arm painfully behind her. It looks like he's going to bump it. Alexa's face is contorted in agony, and when, after several longsighted proceedings, he lets go, she can barely put any weight on the arm.

Not that it matters anyway. Feeling nigh to finished, President Tyler grabs her by the shoulder and forces her top dog back down to the primer coat. He shoves her case hard into the tile, pressing down her cheek on the trading floor so she can see her rapist on top of her out of the corner of her eye.

He increases the yard and exponent of his thrusts, pulling her binding into him by the articulatio humeri as he thrusts his hip forward. Alexa is yanked back and forth violently, hands beating helplessly against the story.

And then, after what seems like an eternity, Tyler gives one last thrust, the cryptic one yet, and oink in gratification as he ejaculates oceanic abyss inside my baby. He holds it in place for a few s, then pulls out of her. There's origin on his dick.

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

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

"See, I think she likes me !"John Tyler adds with a cheeky grin as he looks at Alexa lying on her stomach, hands reaching slowly, clumsily behind her, trying to pull 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 haphazard seconds, so go aid yourself !"

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

At this period, I think I passed out, because I can't think back much more during this other than those pitiful, break picayune whines, and Tyler laughing in my ear.
Next thing I remember, Alexa and I are standing up in the life room of John Tyler's house. Josh is glaring silently from a corner, while Tyler speaks.
"So, are we fucking clearly 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 hand and forces her to look up at him. She starts to cry again as she gives a tremulous nod and John Tyler lets her go.

Alexa looks speculative than I could have imagined. Her dress is dirty and torn, hanging off her allow shoulder where the strap tore. Her arm has a clear-cut handprint bruise from President Tyler, and her legs are bruised as well. Her knee joint are scraped and bleeding. Her whisker is a mess as well, and high-risk of all, there's a thin trickle of blood and seminal fluid running down the book binding of her leg. When I look away, I notice that there 's semen in her hair too. They must have done more to her after I passed out. She's visibly trembling and any cause looks like it's agony to her.

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

He stands ripe in front of her, and softly raises a hand to her face, turning it upward to seem at him. His other hand caresses her chest of drawers, down to her shank and her ass, running possessively over her ruin physical structure.

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

snag rolling down her human face, Alexa gives an almost imperceptible waggle of her headway. Tyler tut tuts.

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

For a instant I'm terrified that it won't 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."Good, because even if you did, no one would believe a stupid footling whore like you anyway, would they ? Would they ?"

"No,"Alexa whispered obediently, staring at her feet with her hired hand folded demurely in straw man of her again.

"Why wouldn't they believe you ?"

"Because…because I'm a stupid picayune whore."

"That's right hand. Now get the nooky out of here, you two."
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That was about five years ago. President Tyler is doing 25 to life now on a number of burster. 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 day, and had job with drugs and intoxicant. Our parents never knew why all of this happened, so they weren't very supportive. She was a ecdysiast for a yr 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 oodles of therapy and helper, she's gon na be all right.

Anyway, my therapist said telling the entirely story would be helpful to help me bring around, so here it is, I guess. It's something I can never draw a blank .