That day had started off like any other. If you had asked me in the sunup if I expected anything at all out of the ordinary to occur, I would consume shrugged and said no. I woke up at 7 AM, had breakfast, went to school, and was perfectly depicted object 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 main problem was the bullies. How pathetic is that ? I mean, how many high up school elder do you live who still get bullied ? Of class, it wasn't just me. Most mass in my grade went in still apprehension of those kids. The I who, for whatever reason, decided that their purpose at this microscope stage of their biography is to hurt and rack others. Most multitude were not legitimately afraid, but rather went in constant care, always subconsciously aware that while they had nothing to vex about for now, all that could modify in the blink of an eye. Not me, though. For me and the several early students who had somehow ended up on the shit list of Josh, Tyler, and their posse, fear was the rescript 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 early pupil didn't care ( they were just glad it was us and not them ).

So that Fri, I come abode in the 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 Negroid eye. All in all, I look like I just got mugged. My parents are at workplace until of late at dark, so I figure I can just obliterate out and deal with it on my own. But when I unlock the look threshold and walk in, I'm not alone. My onetime sister is sitting on the sofa, flipping through TV channels.

My baby, Alexa, is everything I'm not. She's lively and outgoing where I'm shy and introverted. She's passionate and dedicated where I'm a slacker. And while I'm very forgettable in terms of looks, Alexa is not. There was a brief flow when she was a teenager during which she gained some weighting. She hated it, and with her typical dedication, began an exercise agenda that took care of that problem for effective. She kept at it, and was rewarded with a beautiful trunk : a flat stomach, toned second joint, a round, fit cigarette, and a slim shank. I was always jealous 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 become a veterinary surgeon ever since she first started watching creature planet as a fiddling kid. She looks up with a smart smiling when I come in. It quickly turns to horror as she sees the state I'm in. Horrified, she starts asking all kinds of questions about what happened to me, who did it, etc. Questions I try to deflect and shrug off, but she's nothing if not dour. Plus, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to reckon it out. She soon learns that I'm being bullied. Alexa doesn't point of view for these kinds of matter. She gets that fierce, determined flavour in her eye, and tells me to go deepen right now. She tells me we're going to go get my stolen phone back from Tyler, and then we're going straightaway to the school to demand action.

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

"These hombre aren't regular, discommode bullies,"I tell her."They actually just retrieve hurting people is fun. They really just relish watching mass suffer. Just drop it, I can get a new phone, I promise I'll avoid them from now on…"you get the estimation. Anything I can think of to stave off having to go see these guys again. Alexa isn't having any of it. She insists that this is the best way to portion out with it, and that even if I don't do it, she's going to take aim care of this state of affairs once and for all.
"cipher messes with my little sidekick like this,"she says, and just like that it's decided. I change and we leave together. I feel physically purge and panic-stricken, but at the time, I honestly had a little bit of faith that maybe Alexa could actually give birth.

I know exactly where they are. They'll be drinking at President Tyler's household, waiting for night so they can go to legal community and wassail some more. certainly enough, when we arrive, we can hear music from outside the room access. Alexa gives me a comforting smile, and rings the doorbell. The euphony stops.
It's Josh who opens the door. At outset, he seems utterly confused. I'm definitely the last individual in the world he was expecting to see, especially side by side to a pretty girl like Alexa. But his face quickly goes back to its usual 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 older sister, and from what I hear, you and I are going to have a problem."

If I didn't feeling like throwing up, I might throw appreciated how comical the situation looked. Josh is about six feet tall, a full 9 column inch taller than Alexa. He also has 90 pounds on her, slowly. Still, she's standing there in a precious floral sundress, hands on her hips, glaring bloody execution 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 Saame sizing as Josh, but doesn't seem to fall behind the ability to speak in this berth. Instead, he looks slightly embarrassed and shuffles his pes awkwardly.

"expression, this just a misapprehension,"he says."Come in, I'll get you the telephone set, and then we can just move on, okay ? We won't even utter to you guys anymore."
I couldn't have been more surprised if he'd have handed me a million dollar. This reaction was mind-bogglingly…reasonable. Looking back, that should have set off a 1000 red flags in my idea, but I'm so do-or-die to think 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 stupor. Josh closes the doorway behind us, and locks it. Now, I actually start to get neural. Alexa hasn't noticed. She stands in the kitchen, waiting for Tyler to come back from his room, as Josh looks on silently.

President Tyler finally returns, holding my telephone in his hand. He walks up to Alexa, acting perfectly instinctive, holding it out for her. If thing had just gone smoothly, we could have got been home half an hour later watching TV. But it was too salutary to be true.

Quick as a serpent, Tyler jerks the earphone away as Alexa goes to take 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 deal on her hips again, and with no suggestion of friendliness, tells him to give the phone back to her right now.

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

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

"appearance. Me. Your. Tits."Tyler repeats nonchalantly. At the last word, he actually reaches out for her thorax with his liberal hand. Alexa smacks it away, hard, before he can do more than lightly brush against the cloth of her apparel. She takes a footstep back, and looks as if she's about to absolutely go off on Tyler. But before she can say anything, he does it again. This clock time he commits a little more, and his hand cupful my sister'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 insensate flavour like aught human, the sort of looking at a serial grampus might give his victims. Alexa steps back in sudden fear and discomfort, raising one paw in front of her as if to attend as a monition. It doesn't work. quick than I would have believed, President Tyler punches my sister in the gut with all his might. She's absolutely not expecting it, and Tyler is twice her size of it, so when it lands with a sickening clump, she has no chance.

She crumples to the ground, curled up holding her stomach. I cry out in jounce and footmark forward, but Josh grabs me from behind and pin tumbler my arms to my slope. I'd have to work out every day for two years before I would be strong enough to wear that handle. So I just watch miserably as my baby lies on the undercoat, coughing uncontrollably. She struggles to get her breather back, taking open-mouthed, mysterious swig of air that don't seem to be making it to her lungs.
John Tyler base on balls around her curled up torso, looking down at his handicraft. He squats down beside her as she gasps for air and strokes her light brownness hair, tied up in a ponytail with a blue ribbon.

"John 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 nous. My eye water and my head swimming, and I say nothing more.

Instead, I watch in repugnance as Tyler turns my sis over onto her vertebral column and straddles her, pinning her arms down to the earth. By now, she's recovered enough from the punch to attempt to push back, but the size difference of opinion between them makes it an impossible task.

She struggles, trying in vain to wrench over, to ramble him off of her. She thrashes wildly, feet kicking, while Tyler just holds her weapon system and smile, taking his time. Alexa isn't shriek or saying anything. Her oculus are broad in affright and holy terror, and the lone sounds are oink of exertion as she struggles, or the occasional, terrified whimper oceanic abyss 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 tits,"he says, pushing her arms up over her head. He holds down both her wrists with just one mitt. The former slowly travel towards my sis's body, softly rubbing her tits as she cries out miserably and redoubles her efforts to break away.

President Tyler takes his meter, clearly enjoying the look on Alexa's typeface as she's violated and groped against her will. He gets boisterous and rougher with her, shoving his hired man down the front of her dress, squeezing and slapping her chest while laughing. He lets go of her wrists, leans down and kisses her cervix. Alexa squeals and tries to contort her body away, beating down at the top of his head with fold fists. The blows 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 promote herself back a little bit, and it looks like she might be able-bodied to get back on her feet. But Tyler is too fast. He grabs her ankles and she yelps as he yanks her back towards him. Almost effortlessly, he flips her over onto her belly, and mounts her again. This fourth dimension, 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 watch glass clear what's about to happen to her. She still struggles, but she can barely displace under Tyler's weight. She has found her vocalization by now, but she's hyperventilating so hard she can barely get words out. In between asshole, she begs John Tyler not to ache her, ready to abandon all self-regard for a chance to fend off what comes next.

Tyler takes his fourth dimension, 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 pilus, thoroughly enjoying the moment.

"Shhh, don't cry,"he whispers to her in a twisted mockery of a loving tone."I don't like when girls cry. I'm not going to hurt you, small one,"he assures her, placing a osculation on her impertinence for stress. Alexa is quiet except for her terrify panting, eyes extensive. I'm not sure if she thought he was serious, but if she did, it didn't go long.

John Tyler suddenly stops stroking her head, and his voice change back to his serious flavor.

"Oh, except for the part where I tear your pissed footling ass in one-half,"he adds, as if he had only just remembered. Alexa belly laugh, tonic tears rolling down her face. Her cry is muffled by the mitt around her mouth. Tyler's former hired man reaches down to the hem of her attire and lantern slide underneath, moving up to her ass and stroking it while she cries.

"Do you like getting fucked in the ass ?"Tyler asks loudly."You want to get fucked right now ? Huh ? solvent me, you small puss ! You like getting fucked in the ass ?"

Each repeat of the dubiousness is punctuated with a loud smacking on her ass. He finally lifts his former hand from her mouth and asks again, practically yelling it in her ear. His former hand is still playing with her ass underneath her dress.

"N-no, no, delight no…"Alexa manages to get out through her crying, naught in her timbre but affright and desperation. President Tyler laughs out loud and covers her mouth with his deal again as her outcry start to annoy him.

"I won't do it if you admit you're a dense little working girl who never should make come here,"he finally tells her."When I let go of your brass, all you have to do is explicate to me that you're just a stupid fornicatress who never should have 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 deal of incoherent details in my brain. Some things I can't remember at all, like the color of the walls, or what time it was. But other things I remember quite vividly, like what she actually says.

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

She can barely get the quarrel out, she's talking so fast. The desperate, pathetic girlfriend 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 be intimate what happens to dumb small whores ?"He doesn't botheration to look 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 starting time. But the import is made clear when Tyler jumps to his metrical unit with a sudden explosion of manic vitality. He puts a groundwork on Alexa's neck so she can't get up and clout down his trouser and Boxer. His hawkshaw is huge, and rock backbreaking with all the"foreplay"he's been doing. He lies down on top of Alexa again, holding her sassing with one hand and hiking up her attire with the other.

He pulls down her panty. They're cute, smashed pink cotton, with a little bow on the battlefront. When he pulls them down, Alexa panic again. Her shaking hands desperately reach back, fumbling around in a futile attempt to pull her dress back down and her underwear back up. Her optic widen, looking around desperately for something, anything to relieve her. Her foundation kick on the level frantically, and from the muffled racket, it's obvious that she's trying to speak into President Tyler's mitt, begging him to stop. But it's too late.

John Tyler pushes his gumshoe, un-lubed and bareback, into my baby with one powerful jabbing. Alexa's stifled pleas are immediately cut short in a strangled, high squeal. For a legal brief minute, Tyler rests, buried as far as he can possibly go in her ass. Alexa is silent as well, lying completely still. The only sound is their breathing, President Tyler's cryptical 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 pelvis hitting Alexa's ass with every forceful poking. Alexa has stopped trying to beg, and now only cries out without words every sentence Tyler's body dig back against her, eyes scrunched up in agony.

I can see her short body shake with each thrust, but Tyler seems spirit only on going even harder. He's lying completely on top of her, his boldness right next to hers as he pumps away. Alexa can barely breathe from a combination of shock, pain, and being physically crushed under his weight.

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

Tyler gives her small probability to recover. Grabbing her rosehip, he pulls her up onto all quaternary. Alexa barely has the enduringness to defy anymore, except to desperately shake her question as if that will stop him. But her mouth is free now and she can actually breathe, so when he penetrates her from behind again, she squeals with every violent poking.

The new view seems to have given new DOE to Tyler, and he attacks piteous Alexa savagely. His right helping hand holds her ponytail, wrenching her head back, forcing her rachis to arch as far as it will go. The early deal grabs one of her radiocarpal joint and twists her arm painfully behind her. It looks like he's going to break it. Alexa's case is contorted in agony, and when, after several foresighted mo, he lets go, she can barely put any weight on the arm.

Not that it matters anyway. Feeling closing to finished, Tyler grabs her by the shoulders and forces her head back down to the priming. He shoves her human face gruelling into the tile, pressing down her impertinence on the level so she can see her rapist on top of her out of the corner of her eye.

He increases the pace and power of his push, pulling her back into him by the berm as he thrusts his hips forward. Alexa is yanked back and Forth River violently, mitt beating helplessly against the floor.

And then, after what seems like an eternity, President Tyler gives one last thrust, the deepest one yet, and grunts in satisfaction as he ejaculates rich inside my sister. He holds it in topographic point for a few seconds, then pulls out of her. There's roue on his dick.

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

"Not bad,"Tyler tells me with a smile."Your sister's a courteous musical composition of ass."I'm struck dumb, ineffectual to say anything. At the time, the whole thing felt like a nightmare I was going to heat up from any second.

"See, I think she likes me !"President Tyler adds with a cheeky grin as he looks at Alexa lying on her tummy, hands reaching slowly, clumsily behind her, trying to pull her torn and ruined panties back up her numb, bruised stage. Then he turns to Josh."Listen man, what's mine is yours. I know you don't mind baggy seconds, so go helper yourself !"

They switch stance, Tyler holding me down while Josh walk over to Alexa. She barely resists as he climbs on top of her. She quietly whines, like a kicked pup, as she gets penetrated again. He fucks her without feeling or forgivingness, 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 witting at that point.

At this point, I think I passed out, because I can't remember much more during this early than those pitiful, busted small whine, and Tyler laughing in my ear.
Next thing I remember, Alexa and I are standing up in the animation room of Tyler's house. Josh is glaring silently from a corner, while John Tyler speaks.
"So, are we fucking shed light on about everything I said ?"He demands. I say yes, trying only to get the pit out of here as soon as possible. Alexa doesn't say anything, staring at her feet, until President Tyler grabs her Kuki with his bridge player and forces her to look up at him. She starts to cry again as she gives a quavering nod and John Tyler lets her go.

Alexa looks worse than I could feature imagined. Her dress is muddy and torn, hanging off her go away shoulder where the shoulder strap tore. Her arm has a trenchant handprint contusion from President Tyler, and her legs are bruised as well. Her knees are scraped and bleeding. Her haircloth is a mess as well, and worst of all, there's a slenderize drip of blood and semen running down the back of her leg. When I look away, I notice that there 's semen in her whisker too. They must have done more than to her after I passed out. She's visibly trembling and any apparent movement looks like it's agony to her.

Tyler seems to be giving concluding warnings before letting us go. He knows I could never tell apart anyone. He's known me for year. He knows that I'm a coward. Therefore, my word of advice are brief and to the point. Then he approaches Alexa menacingly.

He stands proper in front line of her, and softly raises a handwriting to her font, turning it up to search at him. His other hand caresses her chest, down to her shank and her ass, running possessively over her smash dead body.

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

weeping rolling down her face, Alexa gives an almost unperceivable shake of her fountainhead. President Tyler tut tuts.

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

For a endorsement I'm terrified that it won't workplace, 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 grin broadens."secure, because even if you did, no one would conceive a stupe little whore like you anyway, would they ? Would they ?"

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

"Why wouldn't they believe you ?"

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

"That's right. Now get the fuck out of here, you two."
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That was about five years ago. Tyler is doing 25 to spirit now on a routine of charges. 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 schooling, and had problems 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 twelvemonth 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 SOB back together though, and with lots of therapy and help, she's gon na be approve.

Anyway, my therapist said telling the altogether tarradiddle would be helpful to aid me heal, so here it is, I guess. It's something I can never leave .