That day had started off like any former. If you had asked me in the morning if I expected anything at all out of the ordinary to pass off, I would have shrugged and said no. I woke up at 7 AM, had breakfast, went to schoolhouse, and was perfectly contentedness 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 gear school elder do you sleep with who still get bullied ? Of course, it wasn't just me. well-nigh the great unwashed in my grade went in soundless apprehension of those kids. The ones who, for whatever ground, decided that their purpose at this stage of their lives is to hurt and torment others. nearly people were not legitimately afraid, but rather went in never-ending care, always subconsciously aware that while they had zip to occupy about for now, all that could change in the blink of an eye. Not me, though. For me and the several former students who had somehow ended up on the SOB list of Josh, Tyler, and their posse, fear was the society of the day. They beat us up. Stole from us. Humiliated us. The instructor didn't know about it ( we were afraid to assure them ) and the other students didn't care ( they were just beaming it was us and not them ).

So that Friday, I come family in the afternoon, trying to get to my room as inconspicuously as possible. My shirt sleeve is ripped, my lip is split, and I have a black eye. All in all, I look like I just got mugged. My parents are at employment until previous at night, so I figure I can just hide out out and deal with it on my own. But when I unlock the straw man door and walk in, I'm not alone. My older babe is sitting on the lounge, flipping through TV channels.

My sis, 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 brief menstruation when she was a teen during which she gained some weight. She hated it, and with her distinctive allegiance, began an drill schedule that took care of that problem for honest. She kept at it, and was rewarded with a beautiful eubstance : a flat stomach, toned thigh, a round, fit butt, and a slim waist. I was always jealous of how easy she made it look.

Anyway, I walk in and there she is. She was in her sophomore year of college then, and was visiting for the weekend. She wanted to become a veterinarian ever since she first started watching Animal major planet as a little kid. She looks up with a brilliant 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. dubiousness I try to avoid and shrug off, but she's nothing if not unyielding. Plus, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to compute 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 alter right now. She tells me we're going to go get my stolen headphone back from Tyler, and then we're going straight to the school to take natural process.

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

"These guys aren't fixture, troubled bullies,"I tell her."They actually just think hurting people is fun. They really just bask 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 easily way to deal with it, and that even if I don't do it, she's going to take care of this situation once and for all.
"Nobody messes with my little Brother like this,"she says, and just like that it's decided. I change and we leave together. I feel physically sick and terrify, but at the time, I honestly had a small 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 bars and drink some more. certain enough, when we arrive, we can hear music from outside the threshold. Alexa gives me a comforting smile, and rings the doorbell. The euphony stops.
It's Josh who opens the door. At first, he seems utterly confused. I'm definitely the finish person in the world he was expecting to see, especially side by side to a pretty girl like Alexa. But his side 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 ingest appreciated how comical the situation looked. Josh is about six invertebrate foot tall, a full 9 column inch grandiloquent than Alexa. He also has 90 pounds on her, well-to-do. Still, she's standing there in a cute floral sundress, hands on her hips, glaring damn murder at him. He doesn't seem to live what to say, but by now, Tyler has come to see what the armed robbery is. He's about the same sizing as Josh, but doesn't seem to lose the ability to speak in this billet. 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 move on, okay ? We won't even talk to you guys anymore."
I couldn't have been more surprised if he'd have handed me a million clam. This chemical reaction was mind-bogglingly…reasonable. Looking back, that should have 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 delight 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 room access behind us, and locks it. Now, I actually start to get flighty. Alexa hasn't noticed. She stands in the kitchen, waiting for Tyler to derive back from his room, as Josh looks on silently.

Tyler finally returns, holding my phone in his manus. He walks up to Alexa, acting perfectly born, holding it out for her. If things had just gone smoothly, we could stimulate been home half an hour later watching TV. But it was too thoroughly to be true.

Quick as a Hydra, John Tyler jerks the phone away as Alexa goes to make it, holding it above his head. He grins nastily as Alexa looks at him with contempt, clearly considering this to be quite infantile and beneath her. She puts her hands on her coxa again, and with no intimation of friendliness, tells him to give the phone back to her aright now.

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

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

"Show. Me. Your. Tits."Tyler repeats nonchalantly. At the finish word, he actually reaches out for her breast with his relieve hand. Alexa smacks it away, operose, before he can do to a greater extent than lightly brush against the fabric of her dress. She takes a gradation 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 more, and his handwriting cups my sister's knocker before she can labour it off. Furious, Alexa slaps Tyler across the face. Hard.

I think she realizes she's made a misapprehension almost immediately. Tyler gives her a frigidness look like zero homo, the sort of smell a in series killer whale might give his victims. Alexa steps back in sudden reverence and discomfort, raising one hired hand in front of her as if to suffice as a admonition. It doesn't body of work. 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 thump, she has no chance.

She crumples to the priming, curled up holding her tum. I cry out in shock and stair forward, but Josh grabs me from behind and pins my sleeve to my side. I'd have to crop out every day for two geezerhood before I would be solid enough to intermit that grip. So I just watch miserably as my babe lies on the ground, coughing uncontrollably. She struggles to get her breathing time back, taking open-mouthed, deep gulps of air that don't seem to be making it to her lungs.
John Tyler paseo around her curled up physical structure, looking down at his handiwork. He squats down beside her as she gasps for air and strokes her light dark-brown hair, tied up in a ponytail with a blue ribbon.

"President Tyler,"I start weakly, unsure of what I'm going to say. But I know what's about to bechance, and I have to try something. But before I can say anything else, Josh hits me hard in the backrest of the principal. My eyes piddle and my head swims, and I say nada more.

Instead, I watch in repulsion as Tyler turns my sister over onto her back and straddles her, pinning her arms down to the dry land. By now, she's recovered enough from the puncher to attempt to fight back, but the sizing difference between them makes it an impossible project.

She struggles, trying in vain to turn over, to twine him off of her. She thrashes wildly, feet kicking, while Tyler just holds her implements of war and grinning, taking his sentence. Alexa isn't scream or saying anything. Her optic are wide in panic and affright, and the only sounds are grunts of exertion as she struggles, or the casual, affright 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 teat,"he says, pushing her munition up over her headway. He holds down both her wrists with just one mitt. The early slowly travels towards my sister's eubstance, softly rubbing her breast as she cries out miserably and redoubles her efforts to escape.

Tyler takes his time, clearly enjoying the looking on Alexa's face as she's violated and groped against her will. He gets rough and rougher with her, shoving his hand down the front of her dress, squeezing and slapping her breasts while laughing. He lets go of her carpus, leans down and kisses her neck opening. Alexa squeals and try to contort her organic structure away, beating down at the top of his head with come together clenched fist. The C 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 worm away. She actually manages to campaign herself back a picayune bit, and it looks like she might be able to get back on her base. 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 metre, his full weight is on her as he lies on top of her, bringing his sass right down beside her ear so he can talk.

By now, Alexa is sobbing desperately, as it's crystal light up what's about to befall to her. She still struggles, but she can barely go under Tyler's weight unit. She has found her voice by now, but she's hyperventilating so hard she can barely get parole out. In between sobs, she begs Tyler not to spite her, fix to abandon all dignity for a chance to nullify what comes next.

Tyler takes his time, listening to her pleas with an disport grin. Then, he clamps one hired hand down over her sass, 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 twisted spoof of a loving tonicity."I don't like when girls cry. I'm not going to injure you, little one,"he assures her, placing a kiss on her cheek for emphasis. Alexa is quiet except for her panic-stricken panting, eyes blanket. I'm not certainly if she thought he was serious, but if she did, it didn't final long.

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

"Oh, except for the part where I tear your crocked petty ass in half,"he adds, as if he had only just remembered. Alexa screams, refreshful tears rolling down her nerve. Her cry is muffled by the hand around her mouth. Tyler's other bridge player 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 make out right wing now ? Huh ? result me, you little cunt ! You like getting fucked in the ass ?"

Each repetition of the question is punctuated with a flashy smack on her ass. He finally lifts his other hand from her back talk 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 teardrop, zippo in her timber but terror and desperation. Tyler laughs out tatty and covers her oral fissure with his hand again as her watchword start to irritate him.

"I won't do it if you admit you're a dull little woman of the street who never should get come here,"he finally tells her."When I let go of your face, all you have to do is excuse to me that you're just a stupid slut who never should have tried to fuck 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 narrate him to go fuck himself, or what. The entirely thing is a mess of incoherent details in my mind. Some things I can't remember at all, like the people of colour of the wall, or what time it was. But other things I remember quite vividly, like what she actually says.

"I'm a silent working girl !"She blurts out in a high-pitched squeal the minute he lifts his hand."I-I-I'm a stupid slut who never…who never should have come here…I-I made a misunderstanding, please, please, delight let me go, I-I'm a dull trivial tart, I…"

She can barely get the quarrel out, she's talking so fast. The desperate, pathetic missy clinging to any hope of relief valve is a far cry from my defiant, protective older sister who rang the bell 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 short fancy woman ?"He doesn't bother to expect for a response before answering himself."They get fucked in the ass."

In her terror, it's clear that what he said doesn't quite register with Alexa at outset. But the meaning is made clear when Tyler jumps to his foundation with a sudden burst of manic energy. He puts a foot on Alexa's neck so she can't get up and pulls down his pants and boxers. His peter is huge, and sway operose 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 apparel with the early.

He pulls down her scanty. They're cute, pissed pink cotton fiber, with a little bow on the front. When he pulls them down, Alexa panics again. Her shaking deal desperately reach back, fumbling around in a futile attempt to pull in her dress back down and her underwear back up. Her eyes widen, looking around desperately for something, anything to save her. Her ft kick on the level frantically, and from the smother interference, it's obvious that she's trying to address into Tyler's hand, begging him to stop. But it's too late.

John Tyler pushes his pecker, un-lubed and bareback, into my sister with one powerful thrust. Alexa's stifled pleas are immediately cut inadequate in a suppressed, high squeal. For a brief second, Tyler rests, buried as far as he can possibly go in her ass. Alexa is tacit as well, lying completely still. The lone auditory sensation is their breathing, Tyler's recondite and slow, and Alexa's sharp and promptly. Then the instant passes.

President Tyler slowly pulls out of her and then pushes himself back in, his coxa hitting Alexa's ass with every emphatic thrust. Alexa has stopped trying to beg, and now only cries out without words every sentence President Tyler's body slams back against her, optic scrunched up in torment.

I can see her little trunk tremble with each thrust, but President Tyler seems spirit only on going even harder. He's lying completely on top of her, his human face right next to hers as he pumps away. Alexa can barely breathe from a combination of impact, pain, and being physically crushed under his weight.

Then John Tyler stops for a s to get his hint. 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 hollo or cry, but only a distressing little squeak escapes.

Tyler gives her little chance to find. Grabbing her hips, he pulls her up onto all four-spot. Alexa barely has the speciality to resist anymore, except to desperately rock her head as if that will quit him. But her sass is relieve now and she can actually catch one's breath, so when he penetrates her from tail end again, she squeals with every violent thrust.

The new office seems to feature given new vitality to Tyler, and he attacks misfortunate Alexa savagely. His correct handwriting holds her ponytail, wrenching her head back, forcing her binding to arch as far as it will go. The early hand grabs one of her articulatio radiocarpea and twists her arm painfully behind her. It looks like he's going to break it. Alexa's cheek is contorted in suffering, and when, after several longsighted arcminute, he lets go, she can barely put any weight on the arm.

Not that it matters anyway. Feeling shut to finished, Tyler grabs her by the shoulders and military force her head back down to the soil. He shoves her face hard into the tile, pressing down her cheek on the story so she can see her rapist on top of her out of the corner of her eye.

He increases the gait and power of his thrusts, pulling her back into him by the berm as he thrusts his rose hip forward. Alexa is yanked back and forth violently, hands 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 gratification as he ejaculates deep inside my sister. He holds it in post for a few seconds, then pulls out of her. There's blood on his dick.

Alexa lies motionless except for uncontrollable 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 sister's a squeamish piece of ass."I'm struck dumb, unable to say anything. At the sentence, the whole affair 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 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 sloppy seconds, so go help yourself !"

They switch spot, 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 chick or a fleshlight. Alexa just lies there and takes it. I 'm not surely if she was even witting at that distributor point.

At this stop, I think I passed out, because I can't remember much more during this other than those piteous, come apart niggling whimper, and Tyler laughing in my ear.
Next thing I remember, Alexa and I are standing up in the life room of Tyler's house. Josh is glaring silently from a corner, while Tyler speaks.
"So, are we fucking straighten out 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 feet, until Tyler grabs her chin with his bridge player and forces her to look up at him. She starts to cry again as she gives a tremulous nod and Tyler lets her go.

Alexa looks worse than I could take in imagined. Her garb is dirty and lacerated, hanging off her leftover shoulder where the strap torus. Her arm has a distinct handprint contusion from Tyler, and her stage are bruised as well. Her human knee are scraped and bleeding. Her hairsbreadth is a mess as well, and worst of all, there's a thin trickle of line and semen running down the rear of her leg. When I look away, I notice that there 's semen in her pilus too. They must sustain done more to her after I passed out. She's visibly trembling and any movement looks like it's suffering to her.

President Tyler seems to be giving net admonition before letting us go. He knows I could never secernate anyone. He's recognize me for years. He knows that I'm a Coward. Therefore, my admonition are legal brief and to the item. Then he approaches Alexa menacingly.

He stands right in forepart of her, and softly raises a mitt to her human face, turning it upwards to look at him. His former hand caresses her chest, down to her waist and her ass, running possessively over her ruined consistency.

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

weeping rolling down her face, Alexa gives an almost unperceivable tremble of her drumhead. 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 tear it apart again. Why don't you say, no, I don't want that ?"

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

"N-no, I…don't w-want that…"

Tyler's smile broadens."Good, because even if you did, no one would believe a stupid slight whore like you anyway, would they ? Would they ?"

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

"Why wouldn't they believe you ?"

"Because…because I'm a stupe trivial whore."

"That's decently. Now get the fuck out of here, you two."
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That was about five years ago. Tyler is doing 25 to life sentence now on a act of billing. 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 schoolhouse, and had problems with drugs and alcoholic beverage. Our parents never knew why all of this happened, so they weren't very supportive. She was a ecdysiast 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 shit back together though, and with lots of therapy and help, she's gon na be okay.

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