That day had started off like any other. If you had asked me in the morning if I expected anything at all out of the ordinary to happen, I would cause 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 main job was the yobo. How pathetic is that ? I mean, how many high schooltime seniors do you know who still get bullied ? Of course, it wasn't just me. Most masses in my grade went in silent arrest of those small fry. The ones who, for whatever grounds, decided that their intent at this stage of their lives is to hurt and rack others. virtually hoi polloi were not legitimately afraid, but rather went in unremitting caution, always subconsciously mindful that while they had nil to worry about for now, all that could change in the blinking of an eye. Not me, though. For me and the various other student who had somehow ended up on the shit list of Josh, Tyler, and their posse, concern 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 tell them ) and the former bookman didn't guardianship ( they were just glad it was us and not them ).

So that Friday, I come home in the afternoon, trying to get to my room as inconspicuously as potential. 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 Nox, so I figure I can just hide out and carry on with it on my own. But when I unlock the front door and manner of walking 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 terms of looks, Alexa is not. There was a brief flow when she was a stripling during which she gained some weightiness. She hated it, and with her typical inscription, began an usage docket that took care of that job for good. She kept at it, and was rewarded with a beautiful body : a categoric tum, toned thigh, a round of drinks, fit butt, and a slim waist. I was always covetous of how slowly 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 veterinarian ever since she first started watching Animal planet as a little kid. She looks up with a bright smile when I come in. It quickly turns to horror as she sees the State Department I'm in. Horrified, she starts asking all variety of head about what happened to me, who did it, etc. Questions I try to head off and shrug off, but she's nothing if not persistent. Plus, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out. She soon learns that I'm being bullied. Alexa doesn't bandstand for these kinds of things. She gets that fierce, determined look in her eye, and Tell me to go deepen right now. She tells me we're going to go get my stolen earpiece back from John Tyler, and then we're going straight to the school to demand natural process.

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

"These Guy aren't habitue, disruptive bullies,"I tell her."They actually just guess hurting people is fun. They really just enjoy watching people suffer. Just drop it, I can get a new phone, 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 guys again. Alexa isn't having any of it. She insists that this is the effective way to deal with it, and that even if I don't do it, she's going to take forethought of this spot once and for all.
"nonentity 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 ill and frightened, 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 Tyler's mansion, waiting for night so they can go to bars and wassail some more. indisputable enough, when we arrive, we can see euphony from outside the doorway. Alexa gives me a comforting smile, and rings the doorbell. The music stops.
It's Josh who opens the door. 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 lady friend like Alexa. But his expression 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 older sister, 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 fundament magniloquent, a entire 9 inch marvellous than Alexa. He also has 90 pounds on her, slow. Still, she's standing there in a cute flowered sundress, hands on her hips, glaring blinking murder at him. He doesn't seem to cognise what to say, but by now, Tyler has come to see what the heist is. He's about the Same 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.

"expression, this just a mistaking,"he says."Come in, I'll get you the phone, and then we can just move on, okay ? We won't even verbalize 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 give birth set off a thousand red flags in my mind, but I'm so desperate to believe it that I push those concerns aside. Alexa seems pleased that this is going so well. She beckons me to ill-treat inside, and I do it without thinking, as if in a daze. Josh closes the doorway behind us, and locks it. Now, I actually start to get unquiet. 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 phone in his bridge player. 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 good to be true.

Quick as a Snake, Tyler jerks the phone away as Alexa goes to take it, holding it above his head. He grins nastily as Alexa looks at him with scorn, clearly considering this to be quite infantile and beneath her. She puts her work force on her articulatio coxae again, and with no breath 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 audition.

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

"appearance. Me. Your. Tits."Tyler repeats nonchalantly. At the concluding word, he actually reaches out for her dresser with his free hand. Alexa smacks it away, operose, before he can do more than lightly brush against the fabric of her dress. She takes a footfall 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 prison term he commits a little more, and his hand cups my babe's bosom before she can push it off. Furious, Alexa slaps President Tyler across the font. Hard.

I think she realizes she's made a mistake almost immediately. John Tyler gives her a cold aspect like nothing human, the sort of flavour a serial killer whale might present his victim. Alexa steps back in sudden fear and discomfort, raising one paw in front of her as if to serve as a warning. It doesn't work. Faster than I would experience believed, Tyler punches my sister in the gut with all his might. She's absolutely not expecting it, and Tyler is twice her sizing, 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 jounce and footmark forward, but Josh grabs me from behind and tholepin my limb to my side. I'd have to shape out every day for two class before I would be hard enough to give out that traction. So I just watch miserably as my sister lies on the ground, coughing uncontrollably. She struggles to get her breath back, taking open-mouthed, late swig of air that don't seem to be making it to her lungs.
Tyler walk of life around her curled up dead body, looking down at his handiwork. He squats down beside her as she gasps for air and strokes her light chocolate-brown hair, tied up in a ponytail with a juicy 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 rear of the head. My eyes water and my head teacher swimming, and I say nothing more.

Instead, I watch in repulsion as Tyler turns my babe over onto her back and straddles her, pinning her arms down to the reason. By now, she's recovered enough from the punch to seek to fight back back, but the size of it difference between them makes it an insufferable project.

She struggles, trying in vain to turn over over, to wind him off of her. She thrashes wildly, feet kicking, while Tyler just holds her arm and grins, taking his clip. Alexa isn't screaming or saying anything. Her eyes are blanket in panic and terror, and the merely sounds are grunts of exertion as she struggles, or the occasional, frightened pule deep in her throat.

President 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 weaponry up over her top dog. He holds down both her wrists with just one hired hand. The former slowly travels towards my sister's consistence, softly rubbing her knocker as she cries out miserably and redoubles her effort to escape.

Tyler takes his time, clearly enjoying the look on Alexa's look as she's violated and groped against her will. He gets rasping and rougher with her, shoving his hired man down the strawman of her dress, squeezing and slapping her chest while laughing. He lets go of her carpus, leans down and kisses her neck opening. Alexa squeals and tries to contort her body away, beating down at the top of his psyche with shut clenched fist. The blow are not even come together to bothersome for Tyler, but they are annoying him. Not only that, but now his Adrenalin is going and he's aroused.

He hops off of Alexa, who immediately tries to worm away. She actually manages to crusade 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 venter, 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 lechatelierite clear what's about to find to her. She still struggles, but she can barely move under Tyler's weightiness. She has found her vox by now, but she's hyperventilating so backbreaking she can barely get discussion out. In between sobs, she begs Tyler not to wound her, ready to desert all dignity for a chance to avoid what comes next.

John Tyler takes his time, listening to her pleas with an diverted smiling. Then, he clamps one hired man down over her mouth, silencing her. With the former, he gently strokes Alexa's whisker, thoroughly enjoying the moment.

"Shhh, don't cry,"he whispers to her in a twisted mockery of a loving pure tone."I don't like when girls cry. I'm not going to hurt you, niggling one,"he assures her, placing a buss on her face for emphasis. Alexa is quiet except for her panic-struck trousering, centre broad. I'm not for sure if she thought he was serious, but if she did, it didn't last long.

Tyler suddenly stops stroking her head, and his voice modification back to his serious tone.

"Oh, except for the parting where I tear your plastered fiddling ass in half,"he adds, as if he had only just remembered. Alexa screeching, fresh split rolling down her impudence. Her cry is muffled by the hired hand around her mouth. President Tyler's former manus 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 ?"Tyler asks loudly."You want to get fucked right wing now ? Huh ? Answer me, you piddling puss ! You like getting fucked in the ass ?"

Each repetition of the question is punctuated with a loud slap on her ass. He finally lifts his other helping hand from her mouthpiece and asks again, practically yelling it in her ear. His former 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 whole tone but scourge and despair. John Tyler laughs out loud and covers her back talk with his hand again as her cries start to annoy him.

"I won't do it if you admit you're a dim little whore who never should have come here,"he finally tells her."When I let go of your facial expression, all you have to do is explain to me that you're just a stupid jade who never should let tried to fuck with me, and I won't damage you. Pinky promise."

I'm not sure what I was expecting when he lets go. If I thought she wouldn't be able to say anything, or whether she'd tell him to go have a go at it himself, or what. The totally thing is a fix of incoherent details in my mind. Some affair 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 mute cocotte !"She blurts out in a high-pitched squeal the secondment he lifts his hand."I-I-I'm a stupid slut who never…who never should possess come here…I-I made a fault, please, please, please let me go, I-I'm a dumb little whore, I…"

She can barely get the Word of God out, she's talking so fast. The desperate, pitiful girl clinging to any hope of escape is a far cry from my defiant, protective honest-to-goodness sister who rang the doorbell not too long ago. Tyler starts stroking her hair again, and brings his lip down to her ear.

"Yes, yes you are."He says quietly, calmly."And do you jazz what happens to dumb footling whores ?"He doesn't pain to await 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 registry with Alexa at first gear. But the significance is made clear when Tyler jumps to his feet with a sudden burst of manic Energy. He puts a metrical unit on Alexa's cervix so she can't get up and pulling down his trouser and boxers. His dick is vast, and rock intemperately with all the"foreplay"he's been doing. He lies down on top of Alexa again, holding her mouth with one deal 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 social movement. When he pulls them down, Alexa panics again. Her shaking hands desperately reach back, fumbling around in a futile attempt to pull her wearing apparel back down and her underwear back up. Her eye widen, looking around desperately for something, anything to save her. Her groundwork kick on the floor frantically, and from the muted noises, it's obvious that she's trying to mouth into Tyler's hand, begging him to stop. But it's too late.

President Tyler pushes his peter, un-lubed and bareback, into my sister with one powerful thrust. Alexa's stifled pleas are immediately cut short in a suffocate, high-pitched squeal. For a brief instant, President Tyler rests, buried as far as he can possibly go in her ass. Alexa is silent as well, lying completely still. The merely speech sound is their external respiration, Tyler's mysterious and sluggish, and Alexa's acutely and spry. 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 thrust. Alexa has stopped trying to beg, and now only cries out without words every meter Tyler's eubstance slams back against her, eyes scrunched up in agony.

I can see her fiddling body tremble with each thrust, but Tyler seems spirit 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 compounding of shock, pain, and being physically crushed under his weight.

Then John Tyler stops for a bit to catch his breathing space. 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 miserable little close call escapes.

Tyler gives her little probability to retrieve. Grabbing her hips, he pulls her up onto all four-spot. Alexa barely has the strength to resist anymore, except to desperately shake her head as if that will intercept him. But her mouth is gratis now and she can actually breathe, so when he penetrates her from buns again, she squeals with every violent poke.

The new position seems to take in given new energy to Tyler, and he attacks pitiable Alexa savagely. His right hand holds her ponytail, wrenching her chief back, forcing her rear to arch as far as it will go. The other manus snap one of her articulatio radiocarpea and twists her arm painfully behind her. It looks like he's going to fall in it. Alexa's nerve is contorted in agony, and when, after various long mo, he lets go, she can barely put any free weight on the arm.

Not that it matters anyway. Feeling close to finished, Tyler grabs her by the shoulders and forces her head back down to the ground. He shoves her face hard into the roofing tile, pressing down her boldness on the floor so she can see her raper on top of her out of the turning point of her eye.

He increases the rate and power of his knife thrust, pulling her back into him by the articulatio humeri as he thrusts his hips forward. Alexa is yanked back and Forth violently, work force beating helplessly against the floor.

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

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

"Not bad,"Tyler tells me with a smiling."Your sister's a overnice small-arm of ass."I'm struck dumb, ineffective to say anything. At the clock time, the unscathed thing felt like a nightmare I was going to stir up up from any second.

"See, I think she likes me !"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 step-in back up her numb, bruised legs. Then he turns to Josh."Listen man, what's mine is yours. I know you don't judgement sloppy secondment, so go assist yourself !"

They switch position, John Tyler holding me down while Josh walking over to Alexa. She barely resists as he climbs on top of her. She quietly whines, like a kicked puppy, as she gets penetrated again. He fucks her without feeling or forgivingness, as if she was a sex wench or a fleshlight. Alexa just lies there and takes it. I 'm not sure enough if she was even witting at that point.

At this point, I think I passed out, because I can't recall much more during this other than those pitiful, crack little whines, and John Tyler laughing in my ear.
Next thing I remember, Alexa and I are standing up in the living way of Tyler's house. Josh is glaring silently from a corner, while President Tyler speaks.
"So, are we fucking clear up 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 invertebrate foot, until Tyler grabs her chin with his hand and forces her to see up at him. She starts to cry again as she gives a tremulous nod and Tyler lets her go.

Alexa looks defective than I could have imagined. Her frock is dirty and pluck, hanging off her left shoulder where the strap tore. Her arm has a distinct handprint bruise from Tyler, and her stage are bruised as well. Her knees are scraped and bleeding. Her hair is a pot 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 seed in her hair too. They must have done More to her after I passed out. She's visibly trembling and any bowel movement looks like it's torment to her.

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

He stands right in front line of her, and softly raises a deal to her face, turning it upwardly to attend at him. His other bridge player caresses her chest, down to her waist and her ass, running possessively over her done for organic structure.

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

Tears rolling down her face, Alexa gives an almost imperceptible milkshake of her psyche. John Tyler tut tuts.

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

For a second I'm terrified that it won't work, and he'll hurt her again. But then Alexa opens her mouth and quietly manages to pule what she needs to say to get away from him.

"N-no, I…don't w-want that…"

John Tyler's smiling broadens."in force, because even if you did, no one would believe a pudden-head little harlot like you anyway, would they ? Would they ?"

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

"Why wouldn't they believe you ?"

"Because…because I'm a unintelligent footling whore."

"That's right. Now get the nooky out of here, you two."
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That was about five eld ago. Tyler is doing 25 to life now on a number of tutelage. 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 problems with drugs and inebriant. 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 erotica when she was low on money. Recently she's starting to get her horseshit back together though, and with wads of therapy and help, she's gon na be okay.

Anyway, my therapist said telling the whole story would be helpful to help me heal, so here it is, I guess. It's something I can never forget .