That day had started off like any early. If you had asked me in the dawning if I expected anything at all out of the ordinary bicycle to materialise, I would have shrugged and said no. I woke up at 7 AM, had breakfast, went to school day, and was perfectly content with going abode 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 school senior do you make out who still get bullied ? Of course, it wasn't just me. Most multitude in my gradation went in silent discernment of those kids. The unity who, for whatever reason, decided that their purpose at this degree of their lives is to injure and torment others. about mass were not legitimately afraid, but rather went in constant care, always subconsciously mindful that while they had zilch to worry about for now, all that could switch in the blink of an eye. Not me, though. For me and the several other students who had somehow ended up on the shit inclination of Josh, Tyler, and their posse, fright was the order 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 bookman didn't care ( they were just glad it was us and not them ).

So that Friday, I come household 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 piece of work until lately at Night, so I figure I can just blot out out and distribute with it on my own. But when I unlock the front door and walk in, I'm not alone. My older babe is sitting on the sofa, flipping through TV channels.

My sister, Alexa, is everything I'm not. She's lively and outgoing where I'm shy and introverted. She's passionate and dedicated where I'm a slacker. And while I'm very forgettable in terms of feel, Alexa is not. There was a legal brief menstruum when she was a teen during which she gained some weighting. She hated it, and with her typical allegiance, began an exercise schedule that took charge of that problem for good. She kept at it, and was rewarded with a beautiful body : a flat stomach, toned thighs, a round, fit fanny, and a slim waist. I was always envious of how easy she made it look.

Anyway, I walk in and there she is. She was in her sophomore yr of college then, and was visiting for the weekend. She wanted to go a veterinary 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 commonwealth I'm in. Horrified, she starts asking all kinds of inquiry about what happened to me, who did it, etc. Questions I try to deflect 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 stall for these form of affair. She gets that fierce, determined look in her eye, and tells me to go change right now. She tells me we're going to go get my stolen telephone back from Tyler, and then we're going straight to the school to necessitate natural process.

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

"These guy aren't habitue, troubled tough,"I tell her."They actually just think hurting people is fun. They really just bask watching people suffer. Just driblet it, I can get a new phone, I promise I'll avoid them from now on…"you get the mind. 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 best way to take 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 small pal like this,"she says, and just like that it's decided. I change and we leave together. I feel physically sick and terrorise, but at the fourth dimension, I honestly had a little bit of faith that maybe Alexa could actually bear.

I know exactly where they are. They'll be drinking at President Tyler's menage, waiting for night so they can go to taproom and pledge some more. certainly enough, when we arrive, we can hear medicine from outside the doorway. Alexa gives me a comforting smile, and rings the bell. The music stops.
It's Josh who opens the room access. At initiative, he seems utterly confused. I'm definitely the last soul in the world he was expecting to see, especially side by side to a pretty daughter like Alexa. But his font 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 sometime sister, and from what I hear, you and I are going to stimulate a problem."

If I didn't feel like throwing up, I might have appreciated how comical the situation looked. Josh is about six foundation tall, a full 9 inches taller than Alexa. He also has 90 pounds on her, easy. Still, she's standing there in a cute floral sundress, hands on her hip joint, glaring bloody slaying at him. He doesn't seem to have it away 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 miss the ability to verbalise in this billet. Instead, he looks slightly embarrassed and shuffles his foot awkwardly.

"Look, this just a misunderstanding,"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 one dollar bill. This reaction was mind-bogglingly…reasonable. Looking back, that should receive set off a thousand red flags in my mind, but I'm so dire to believe it that I push those business organisation aside. Alexa seems delight that this is going so well. She beckons me to ill-use inside, and I do it without thinking, as if in a stupor. Josh closes the door behind us, and locks it. Now, I actually start to get queasy. 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 earpiece in his hand. He walks up to Alexa, acting perfectly natural, holding it out for her. If things had just gone smoothly, we could experience been home half an 60 minutes later watching TV. But it was too undecomposed to be true.

Quick as a serpent, John Tyler jerks the speech sound away as Alexa goes to contain it, holding it above his head. He grins nastily as Alexa looks at him with disdain, clearly considering this to be quite childish and beneath her. She puts her hands on her hip joint again, and with no confidential information of friendliness, tells him to give the earpiece back to her compensate now.

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

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

"Show. Me. Your. Tits."John Tyler repeats nonchalantly. At the final word, he actually reaches out for her chest with his free handwriting. Alexa smacks it away, hard, before he can do more than lightly brush against the textile of her clothes. She takes a step back, and looks as if she's about to absolutely go off on President Tyler. But before she can say anything, he does it again. This clock time he commits a little more, and his hired hand cup my Sister's knocker before she can press 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 cold-blooded look like nothing human being, the sort of tone a serial slayer might sacrifice his dupe. Alexa steps back in sudden fear and discomfort, raising one deal in front line of her as if to wait on as a warning. It doesn't work. Faster than I would have believed, John Tyler punches my sister in the gut with all his might. She's absolutely not expecting it, and President Tyler is twice her size, so when it lands with a sickening thumping, she has no chance.

She crumples to the earth, curled up holding her venter. I cry out in shock and stride forward, but Josh grabs me from behind and pins my weapon to my side. I'd have to play out every day for two years before I would be strong enough to break 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, late gulps of air that don't seem to be making it to her lungs.
Tyler walks around her curled up body, looking down at his handicraft. He squats down beside her as she gasps for air and strokes her promiscuous Brown University fuzz, 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 happen, and I have to try something. But before I can say anything else, Josh hits me firmly in the back of the psyche. My eyes water and my top dog swims, and I say aught more.

Instead, I watch in horror as Tyler turns my sister over onto her back and straddles her, pinning her arms down to the primer. By now, she's recovered enough from the puncher to attempt to push back, but the sizing difference between them makes it an unimaginable task.

She struggles, trying in vain to ferment over, to wave him off of her. She thrashes wildly, human foot kicking, while President Tyler just holds her sleeve and grins, taking his time. Alexa isn't screaming or saying anything. Her center are wide in affright and terror, and the only sound are grunts of travail as she struggles, or the occasional, scare pule deep in her throat.

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

"You know, all I wanted was to see your tits,"he says, pushing her arm up over her head. He holds down both her wrist joint with just one hand. The other slowly travels towards my Sister's soundbox, softly rubbing her tits as she cries out miserably and redoubles her efforts to escape.

John Tyler takes his prison term, clearly enjoying the look on Alexa's face as she's violated and groped against her will. He gets approximate and rougher with her, shoving his hand down the front man of her attire, squeezing and slapping her white meat while laughing. He lets go of her carpus, leans down and kisses her neck opening. Alexa squeals and tries to distort her body away, beating down at the top of his head 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 squirm away. She actually manages to push herself back a little bit, and it looks like she might be able to get back on her feet. 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 full weight is on her as he lies on top of her, bringing his sassing right down beside her ear so he can talk.

By now, Alexa is sobbing desperately, as it's lechatelierite clear what's about to happen to her. She still struggles, but she can barely go under President 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 President Tyler not to spite her, ready to empty all dignity for a chance to avoid what comes next.

Tyler takes his metre, listening to her pleas with an amused grin. Then, he clamps one paw down over her mouth, silencing her. With the early, he gently strokes Alexa's hair, thoroughly enjoying the moment.

"Shhh, don't cry,"he whispers to her in a wriggle lampoon of a loving tone."I don't like when missy cry. I'm not going to suffer you, niggling one,"he assures her, placing a buss on her face for accent. Alexa is hushed except for her terrify panting, eyes wide-cut. I'm not sure if she thought he was serious, but if she did, it didn't cobbler's last long.

John Tyler suddenly stops stroking her oral sex, and his voice modification back to his serious tone.

"Oh, except for the parting where I tear your tight fiddling ass in half,"he adds, as if he had only just remembered. Alexa shrieking, fresh tears rolling down her brass. Her cry is muffled by the hand around her rima oris. John Tyler's early script reaches down to the hem of her dress and coast 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 ? Answer me, you little bitch ! You like getting fucked in the ass ?"

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

"N-no, no, please no…"Alexa manages to get out through her teardrop, nothing in her tint but panic and despair. Tyler laughs out loud and covers her oral fissure with his hand again as her cries start to annoy him.

"I won't do it if you admit you're a silent little sporting lady who never should give come here,"he finally tells her."When I let go of your side, all you have to do is explain to me that you're just a dolt fornicatress who never should consume 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 fuck himself, or what. The totally thing is a mess of incoherent details in my head. Some things I can't recollect at all, like the color of the walls, or what metre it was. But early things I remember quite vividly, like what she actually says.

"I'm a dim harlot !"She blurts out in a high-pitched squeal the sec he lifts his hired man."I-I-I'm a stupid trollop who never…who never should sustain come here…I-I made a error, please, please, delight let me go, I-I'm a dumb little bawd, I…"

She can barely get the lyric out, she's talking so fast. The desperate, pathetic girl clinging to any hope of leak is a far cry from my defiant, protective older sister who rang the doorbell not too long ago. Tyler starts stroking her whisker again, and brings his lip down to her ear.

"Yes, yes you are."He says quietly, calmly."And do you know what happens to dumb lilliputian whores ?"He doesn't pain in the ass to wait 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 first. But the meaning is made clear when Tyler jumps to his feet with a sudden burst of manic energy. He puts a invertebrate foot on Alexa's neck so she can't get up and pulls down his pants and packer. His dick is huge, and rock hard with all the"foreplay"he's been doing. He lies down on top of Alexa again, holding her oral fissure with one bridge player and hiking up her dress with the early.

He pulls down her step-in. They're cute, sloshed pink cotton wool, with a little bow on the figurehead. When he pulls them down, Alexa panics again. Her shaking hands desperately reach back, fumbling around in a otiose attempt to pull her garb back down and her underwear back up. Her middle widen, looking around desperately for something, anything to save her. Her foot kick on the floor frantically, and from the mute stochasticity, it's obvious that she's trying to verbalise into Tyler's hand, begging him to stop. But it's too late.

John Tyler pushes his putz, un-lubed and bareback, into my sister with one hefty thrust. Alexa's stifled pleas are immediately cut curt in a stifled, high-pitched squeal. For a brief second base, Tyler rests, buried as far as he can possibly go in her ass. Alexa is silent as well, lying completely still. The lonesome sound is their breathing, Tyler's deep and wearisome, and Alexa's sharp and immediate. Then the second passes.

Tyler slowly pulls out of her and then pushes himself back in, his rosehip hitting Alexa's ass with every forceful thrust. Alexa has stopped trying to beg, and now only cries out without news every clip Tyler's body slams back against her, eyes scrunched up in torture.

I can see her little body tremble with each poke, but President Tyler seems purport only on going even harder. He's lying completely on top of her, his nerve right adjacent to hers as he pumps away. Alexa can barely breathe from a combining of blow, botheration, and being physically crushed under his weight.

Then Tyler stops for a second to catch his breath. He sits up, kneeling behind Alexa's barely moving body. Her ass is badly bruised from the beating it's suffered. Her oral fissure opens as if to scream or cry, but only a poor petty close call escapes.

President Tyler gives her little luck to recover. Grabbing her hips, he pulls her up onto all fours. Alexa barely has the strong suit to resist anymore, except to desperately shake her headspring as if that will stop him. But her rima oris is free people now and she can actually rest, so when he penetrates her from behind again, she squeals with every violent thrust.

The new posture seems to have got given new energy to Tyler, and he attacks poor Alexa savagely. His right deal holds her ponytail, wrenching her point back, forcing her back to arch as far as it will go. The early hand grabs one of her wrists and twists her arm painfully behind her. It looks like he's going to break it. Alexa's typeface is contorted in excruciation, and when, after several long bit, he lets go, she can barely put any weight on the arm.

Not that it matters anyway. Feeling conclude to finished, Tyler grabs her by the articulatio humeri and forces her pass back down to the ground. He shoves her face hard into the tile, pressing down her cheek on the base so she can see her rapist on top of her out of the box of her eye.

He increases the footstep and power of his thrusting, pulling her back into him by the shoulders as he thrusts his rose hip forward. Alexa is yanked back and forth violently, hands beating helplessly against the base.

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

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

"Not bad,"Tyler William Tell me with a smile."Your sister's a courteous piece of ass."I'm struck dumb, ineffective to say anything. At the prison term, the whole thing felt like a nightmare I was going to heat up from any second.

"See, I think she likes me !"John 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 scanty back up her numb, bruised leg. Then he turns to Josh."Listen man, what's mine is yours. I know you don't mind sloppy seconds, so go aid yourself !"

They switch position, 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 pup, as she gets penetrated again. He fucks her without feeling or kindness, 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 point.

At this point, I think I passed out, because I can't retrieve much more during this other than those pitiful, broken little whimper, and Tyler laughing in my ear.
Next thing I remember, Alexa and I are standing up in the living elbow room of President Tyler's house. 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 feet, until John Tyler grabs her chin with his script 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 big than I could ingest imagined. Her garb is dirty and charge, hanging off her remaining shoulder where the shoulder strap tore. Her arm has a distinguishable handprint bruise from Tyler, and her pegleg are bruised as well. Her human knee are scraped and bleeding. Her hair's-breadth is a kettle of fish as well, and pip of all, there's a thin trickle of line of descent and cum running down the back of her leg. When I look away, I notice that there 's seminal fluid in her haircloth too. They must have done more to her after I passed out. She's visibly trembling and any drive looks like it's agony to her.

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

He stands rightfield in strawman of her, and softly raises a hand to her look, turning it upwardly to look at him. His early hand caresses her chest, down to her waist and her ass, running possessively over her smash body.

"Don't Tell anybody what happened here, mantrap,"he whispers softly, stroking her face with the backbone of his finger's breadth."If you do, I'm going to roll in the hay you again. I'm going to sleep with you even harder, you sweet niggling gripe. Do you desire that ?"

weeping rolling down her look, Alexa gives an almost unperceivable shake of her head. John Tyler tut tuts.

"That's not commodity enough. I asked you if you want me to hold back 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 arcsecond 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…"

Tyler's smile broadens."in force, because even if you did, no one would conceive a unintelligent short woman of the street like you anyway, would they ? Would they ?"

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

"Why wouldn't they believe you ?"

"Because…because I'm a pudden-head piffling whore."

"That's right. Now get the nookie out of here, you two."
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That was about five twelvemonth ago. John Tyler is doing 25 to life now on a act of flush. Josh is doing 15 in exchange for ratting on Tyler.

Alexa was deeply damaged by what happened to her. She ended up dropping out of school, and had problem with drugs and intoxicant. 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 pornography 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 hunky-dory.

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