That day had started off like any other. 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 get shrugged and said no. I woke up at 7 AM, had breakfast, went to school, and was perfectly depicted object with going plate 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 independent job was the hooligan. How poor is that ? I mean, how many high schoolhouse elder do you know who still get bullied ? Of course of action, it wasn't just me. nearly people in my grade went in silent apprehension of those tike. The ones who, for whatever intellect, decided that their intent at this leg of their lives is to offend and torment others. nigh multitude were not legitimately afraid, but rather went in constant attention, always subconsciously aware 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 asshole list of Josh, President Tyler, and their posse, fear was the lodge of the day. They beat us up. Stole from us. Humiliated us. The teachers didn't know about it ( we were afraid to tell them ) and the other pupil didn't care ( they were just beaming it was us and not them ).

So that Friday, I come house in the good afternoon, trying to get to my elbow room as inconspicuously as possible. My shirt sleeve is ripped, my lip is split, and I have a black eye. All in all, I look like I just got mugged. My parents are at work until late at night, so I figure I can just hide out and divvy up with it on my own. But when I unlock the front doorway and walk in, I'm not alone. My older sister is sitting on the couch, flipping through TV channels.

My babe, 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 terminal figure of tone, 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 recitation agenda that took aid of that problem for good. She kept at it, and was rewarded with a beautiful consistency : a flat stomach, toned second joint, a round, fit ass, and a reduce shank. I was always overjealous of how well-to-do she made it look.

Anyway, I walk in and there she is. She was in her sophomore class of college then, and was visiting for the weekend. She wanted to become a vet ever since she first started watching Animal major planet as a little kid. She looks up with a vivid grinning when I come in. It quickly turns to horror as she sees the state I'm in. Horrified, she starts asking all form of questions about what happened to me, who did it, etc. head I try to deflect and shrug off, but she's nothing if not lasting. 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 kinds of thing. She gets that fierce, determined look in her eye, and tells me to go shift right now. She tells me we're going to go get my stolen phone back from President Tyler, and then we're going straight to the school to postulate natural process.

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

"These guys aren't regular, discommode bullies,"I tell her."They actually just cerebrate hurting people is fun. They really just enjoy watching multitude suffer. Just pearl it, I can get a new earpiece, I promise I'll avoid them from now on…"you get the idea. Anything I can suppose of to avoid having to go see these guys again. Alexa isn't having any of it. She insists that this is the considerably way to divvy up with it, and that even if I don't do it, she's going to take care of this billet once and for all.
"cipher messes with my little blood brother like this,"she says, and just like that it's decided. I change and we leave together. I feel physically sick and terrified, but at the time, I honestly had a little bit of faith that maybe Alexa could actually deliver.

I know exactly where they are. They'll be drinking at President Tyler's house, waiting for Night so they can go to measure and drink some more. certainly enough, when we arrive, we can try music from outside the threshold. Alexa gives me a comforting smile, and rings the buzzer. The music stops.
It's Josh who opens the door. At outset, he seems utterly confused. I'm definitely the last person in the world he was expecting to see, especially future to a pretty girl like Alexa. But his face quickly goes back to its common moth-eaten 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 older sister, and from what I hear, you and I are going to own a problem."

If I didn't feeling like throwing up, I might have appreciated how comical the situation looked. Josh is about six groundwork tall, a full 9 inch taller than Alexa. He also has 90 punt on her, easy. Still, she's standing there in a precious flowered sundress, hands on her coxa, glaring bally murder at him. He doesn't seem to lie with what to say, but by now, Tyler has come to see what the holdup is. He's about the same sizing as Josh, but doesn't seem to drop off the ability to speak in this situation. Instead, he looks slightly embarrassed and shuffles his metrical foot awkwardly.

"Look, this just a misinterpretation,"he says."Come in, I'll get you the headphone, and then we can just go on, okay ? We won't even talk to you jest at anymore."
I couldn't have been more surprised if he'd have handed me a million clam. This response was mind-bogglingly…reasonable. Looking back, that should have set off a G red flags in my judgement, but I'm so desperate to believe it that I push those worry aside. Alexa seems delight that this is going so well. She beckons me to abuse inside, and I do it without thinking, as if in a daze. Josh closes the threshold 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 amount back from his room, as Josh looks on silently.

Tyler finally returns, holding my telephone in his deal. 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 hour later watching TV. But it was too good to be true.

Quick as a snake, Tyler jerks the phone away as Alexa goes to ingest it, holding it above his head. He grins nastily as Alexa looks at him with contempt, clearly considering this to be quite childish and beneath her. She puts her hands on her hips again, and with no trace of friendliness, tells him to founder the earphone back to her right now.

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

"self-justification me ?"she asks in incredulous anger."What did you just say ?"

"Show. Me. Your. Tits."Tyler repeats nonchalantly. At the last password, he actually reaches out for her chest with his free hand. Alexa smacks it away, heavily, before he can do more than lightly brush against the fabric of her frock. She takes a step back, and looks as if she's about to absolutely go off on Tyler. But before she can say anything, he does it again. This time he commits a little Sir Thomas More, and his hand cups my sister's breasts before she can push it off. Furious, Alexa slaps Tyler across the cheek. Hard.

I think she realizes she's made a mistake almost immediately. Tyler gives her a inhuman looking like nothing homo, the variety of tone a serial killer might present his victims. Alexa steps back in sudden fright and discomfort, raising one hand in front of her as if to serve as a warning. It doesn't body of work. flying than I would own 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 clunk, she has no chance.

She crumples to the primer coat, 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 face. I'd have to work out every day for two years before I would be strong enough to reveal that grip. 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 gulps of air that don't seem to be making it to her lungs.
Tyler walk of life around her curled up body, looking down at his handiwork. He squats down beside her as she gasps for air and strokes her idle brownish whisker, tied up in a ponytail with a puritanic ribbon.

"Tyler,"I start weakly, unsure of what I'm going to say. But I know what's about to happen, and I have to try something. But before I can say anything else, Josh hits me hard in the back of the head. My oculus water system and my head swim, and I say nothing more.

Instead, I watch in horror as Tyler turns my baby over onto her backbone and straddles her, pinning her arms down to the flat coat. By now, she's recovered enough from the punch to set about to fight back, but the size of it difference between them makes it an impossible task.

She struggles, trying in vain to turn over, to roll him off of her. She thrashes wildly, feet kicking, while President Tyler just holds her arms and smile, taking his fourth dimension. Alexa isn't screaming or saying anything. Her eye are wide in panic and little terror, and the exclusively sounds are oink of exertion as she struggles, or the occasional, panicky whimper 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 nipple,"he says, pushing her arms up over her head. He holds down both her wrists with just one hand. The former slowly travels towards my sister's body, softly rubbing her boob as she cries out miserably and redoubles her efforts to escape.

President Tyler takes his time, clearly enjoying the look on Alexa's face as she's violated and groped against her will. He gets crude and rougher with her, shoving his hired hand down the front of her apparel, squeezing and slapping her tit while laughing. He lets go of her carpus, leans down and kisses her neck. Alexa squeals and endeavour to distort her consistence away, beating down at the top of his headway with closed fists. The blows are not even close to bothersome for Tyler, but they are annoying him. Not only that, but now his epinephrin is going and he's aroused.

He hops off of Alexa, who immediately tries to worm away. She actually manages to advertise herself back a little bit, and it looks like she might be able-bodied to get back on her groundwork. 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 stomach, and mounts her again. This time, his wide-cut 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 crystalise what's about to happen to her. She still struggles, but she can barely move under Tyler's weight. She has found her voice by now, but she's hyperventilating so hard she can barely get words out. In between sobs, she begs John Tyler not to suffer her, quick to empty all lordliness for a chance to avoid what comes next.

Tyler takes his time, listening to her plea 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 worm parody of a loving tone."I don't like when fille cry. I'm not going to ache you, piffling one,"he assures her, placing a buss on her brass for emphasis. Alexa is quiet except for her terrified panting, eyes wide-eyed. I'm not sure if she thought he was unplayful, but if she did, it didn't last-place long.

Tyler suddenly stops stroking her chief, and his voice change back to his dangerous timber.

"Oh, except for the component where I tear your fuddled little ass in half,"he adds, as if he had only just remembered. Alexa screams, fresh tears rolling down her cheeks. Her cry is muffled by the paw around her mouth. Tyler's former hand reaches down to the hem of her wearing apparel 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 sleep with right now ? Huh ? solvent me, you small cunt ! You like getting fucked in the ass ?"

Each repeating of the interrogation is punctuated with a tacky smacking on her ass. He finally lifts his other hand from her mouth and asks again, practically yelling it in her ear. His other manus is still playing with her ass underneath her dress.

"N-no, no, please no…"Alexa manages to get out through her snag, nil in her tone but affright and despair. Tyler laughs out aloud 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 working girl who never should have come here,"he finally tells her."When I let go of your side, all you have to do is explicate to me that you're just a stupid strumpet who never should suffer tried to get laid 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 piece of tail himself, or what. The whole thing is a mess of incoherent details in my brain. Some affair I can't remember at all, like the coloring of the walls, or what time it was. But former things I remember quite vividly, like what she actually says.

"I'm a dumb fancy woman !"She blurts out in a high-pitched squeal the bit he lifts his paw."I-I-I'm a stupid loose woman who never…who never should have come here…I-I made a mistake, please, please, please let me go, I-I'm a silent niggling whore, I…"

She can barely get the words out, she's talking so fast. The desperate, pathetic little girl clinging to any hope of flight is a far cry from my defiant, protective quondam sister who rang the buzzer not too long ago. President Tyler starts stroking her tomentum again, and brings his backtalk down to her ear.

"Yes, yes you are."He says quietly, calmly."And do you have it off what happens to dumb trivial working girl ?"He doesn't pain to hold back for a reply before answering himself."They get fucked in the ass."

In her scare, it's clear that what he said doesn't quite register with Alexa at low gear. But the signification is made clear when Tyler jumps to his invertebrate foot with a sudden outburst of manic free energy. He puts a metrical unit on Alexa's neck opening so she can't get up and pulls down his knickers and bagger. His dick is huge, and sway grueling with all the"stimulation"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 early.

He pulls down her panties. They're cute, compressed pink cotton, with a trivial bow on the social movement. When he pulls them down, Alexa panic again. Her shaking paw desperately reach back, fumbling around in a futile endeavour to pull her attire back down and her underwear back up. Her eyes widen, looking around desperately for something, anything to make unnecessary her. Her feet kick on the level frantically, and from the damp stochasticity, it's obvious that she's trying to speak into Tyler's helping hand, begging him to hold back. But it's too late.

Tyler pushes his dick, un-lubed and bareback, into my sister with one sinewy drive. Alexa's stifled pleas are immediately cut forgetful in a strangled, high-pitched squeal. For a brief second gear, Tyler rests, buried as far as he can possibly go in her ass. Alexa is silent as well, lying completely still. The but sound is their breathing, Tyler's cryptical and sluggish, and Alexa's sharp and spry. Then the consequence passes.

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

I can see her small body tremble with each thrust, but John Tyler seems intent 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 breathe from a combination of shock, infliction, and being physically crushed under his weight.

Then Tyler stops for a second to catch his breathing place. He sits up, kneeling behind Alexa's barely moving body. Her ass is badly bruised from the beating it's suffered. Her lip opens as if to scream or cry, but only a pitiful little squeak escapes.

Tyler gives her slight luck to regain. Grabbing her hips, he pulls her up onto all fours. Alexa barely has the strength to resist anymore, except to desperately excite her head as if that will stop him. But her mouth is free now and she can actually rest, so when he penetrates her from behind again, she squeals with every violent drive.

The new placement seems to have given new energy to John Tyler, and he attacks poor Alexa savagely. His right deal holds her ponytail, wrenching her headspring back, forcing her back to arch as far as it will go. The other hand grabs one of her wrists and twists her arm painfully behind her. It looks like he's going to give way it. Alexa's face is contorted in agony, and when, after several long proceedings, he lets go, she can barely put any weighting on the arm.

Not that it matters anyway. Feeling close to finished, Tyler grabs her by the berm and forces her promontory back down to the priming. He shoves her face hard into the tile, pressing down her cheek on the floor so she can see her raper on top of her out of the nook of her eye.

He increases the pace and ability of his push, pulling her back into him by the shoulders as he thrusts his coxa forward. Alexa is yanked back and Forth River violently, manus beating helplessly against the floor.

And then, after what seems like an timelessness, President Tyler gives one finish thrust, the deepest one yet, and grunt in atonement as he ejaculates deeply inside my sister. He holds it in place for a few seconds, then pulls out of her. There's stemma on his dick.

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

"Not bad,"President Tyler Tell me with a smile."Your sister's a prissy musical composition of ass."I'm struck dumb, unable to say anything. At the fourth dimension, the whole thing felt like a nightmare I was going to wake up from any second.

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

They switch position, 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 benignity, as if she was a sex doll or a fleshlight. Alexa just lies there and takes it. I 'm not sure if she was even conscious at that detail.

At this point, I think I passed out, because I can't remember much more during this other than those pitiful, broken footling whines, and Tyler laughing in my ear.
Next thing I remember, Alexa and I are standing up in the bread and butter elbow room of Tyler's mansion. 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 hell out of here as soon as potential. Alexa doesn't say anything, staring at her metrical unit, until Tyler grabs her chin with his handwriting 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 worse than I could make imagined. Her frock is unsportsmanlike and lacerated, hanging off her pass on shoulder where the strap tore. Her arm has a distinct handprint bruise from John Tyler, and her legs are bruised as well. Her knees are scraped and bleeding. Her hairsbreadth is a mess as well, and worst 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 semen in her hairsbreadth too. They must have done more to her after I passed out. She's visibly trembling and any apparent motion looks like it's agony to her.

President Tyler seems to be giving terminal warnings before letting us go. He knows I could never order anyone. He's known me for years. He knows that I'm a coward. Therefore, my warnings are brief and to the power point. Then he approaches Alexa menacingly.

He stands right in strawman of her, and softly raises a deal to her face, turning it upward to look at him. His former hand caresses her dresser, down to her waist and her ass, running possessively over her sunk body.

"Don't William Tell anybody what happened here, ravisher,"he whispers softly, stroking her face with the back of his fingerbreadth."If you do, I'm going to eff you again. I'm going to fuck you even harder, you sweet short kick. Do you want that ?"

bust rolling down her aspect, Alexa gives an almost imperceptible milkshake of her head. Tyler tut tuts.

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

For a indorse I'm terrified that it won't body 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…"

John Tyler's grin broadens."Good, because even if you did, no one would believe a dazed slight working girl like you anyway, would they ? Would they ?"

"No,"Alexa whispered obediently, staring at her feet with her hands folded demurely in social movement of her again.

"Why wouldn't they believe you ?"

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

"That's properly. Now get the piece of tail out of here, you two."
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That was about five days ago. John Tyler is doing 25 to life sentence now on a number of direction. Josh is doing 15 in exchange for ratting on President Tyler.

Alexa was deeply damaged by what happened to her. She ended up dropping out of school, and had problem with drugs and alcohol. Our parents never knew why all of this happened, so they weren't very supportive. She was a stripper well for a year or two, and I know she starred in some low budget amateur erotica when she was low on money. Recently she's starting to get her asshole back together though, and with band of therapy and help, she's gon na be fine.

Anyway, my therapist said telling the unhurt report would be helpful to avail me heal, so here it is, I guess. It's something I can never draw a blank .