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 pass, I would receive shrugged and said no. I woke up at 7 AM, had breakfast, went to school, and was perfectly subject with going rest home at the end of the day, watching some TV, and waiting to startle it all over again tomorrow. But that's not what ended up happening…

The main trouble was the yob. How pathetic is that ? I mean, how many high school senior do you know who still get bullied ? Of grade, it wasn't just me. near people in my grade went in silent apprehensiveness of those minor. The ones who, for whatever understanding, decided that their role at this stage of their lives is to hurt and torment others. most people 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 change in the blink of an eye. Not me, though. For me and the several other educatee who had somehow ended up on the motherfucker list of Josh, Tyler, and their posse, care 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 scholarly person didn't upkeep ( they were just glad it was us and not them ).

So that Fri, I come home 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 black eye. All in all, I look like I just got mugged. My parents are at work until lately at night, so I figure I can just obscure out and dish out with it on my own. But when I unlock the front doorway and walk in, I'm not alone. My older sister is sitting on the lounge, 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 terminus of looking at, Alexa is not. There was a legal brief flow when she was a teenager during which she gained some weight. She hated it, and with her typical dedication, began an exercise schedule that took care of that problem for good. She kept at it, and was rewarded with a beautiful body : a flat stomach, toned second joint, a round, fit cigarette, 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 yr 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 footling kid. She looks up with a bright 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. query I try to deflect and shrug off, but she's goose egg 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 variety 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 sound back from Tyler, and then we're going heterosexual person to the school to demand natural action.

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

"These guy aren't regular, troubled yobbo,"I tell her."They actually just recollect hurting people is fun. They really just relish watching multitude suffer. Just drop cloth it, I can get a new sound, I promise I'll avoid them from now on…"you get the mind. Anything I can think of to ward off having to go see these guy rope again. Alexa isn't having any of it. She insists that this is the best way to lot with it, and that even if I don't do it, she's going to acquire care of this post once and for all.
"cypher messes with my little crony like this,"she says, and just like that it's decided. I change and we leave together. I feel physically honk and terrorize, but at the clip, I honestly had a piffling bit of trust that maybe Alexa could actually fork out.

I know exactly where they are. They'll be drinking at John Tyler's house, waiting for dark so they can go to bars and drink some more. Sure enough, when we arrive, we can get wind euphony from outside the room access. 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 end person in the world he was expecting to see, especially next to a pretty girlfriend like Alexa. But his face quickly goes back to its usual cold scowl.

"What do you desire ?"he asks. Before I can say anything, Alexa responds.

"I think you know perfectly well who he is. I'm his quondam 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 have appreciated how comical the spot looked. Josh is about six foundation marvellous, a to the full 9 column inch taller than Alexa. He also has 90 Lebanese pound on her, easy. Still, she's standing there in a precious floral sundress, hands on her hips, glaring all-fired murder 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 same size of it as Josh, but doesn't seem to misplace the ability to speak in this situation. Instead, he looks slightly embarrassed and shuffles his feet 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 guy anymore."
I couldn't have been more surprise if he'd have handed me a million dollar. This reaction was mind-bogglingly…reasonable. Looking back, that should have set off a K red flags in my mind, but I'm so desperate to believe it that I push those business concern 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 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 speech sound in his hand. He walks up to Alexa, acting perfectly natural, holding it out for her. If things had just gone smoothly, we could bear been home half an hour later watching TV. But it was too good to be true.

Quick as a snake, President 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 hands on her rosehip again, and with no jot of friendliness, tells him to give the phone back to her decently now.

"Sure. But number 1, indicate me your knocker,"President Tyler drawls, as casually as if he was asking about the weather condition. Alexa looks like she can't believe what she's listening.

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

"Show. Me. Your. Tits."Tyler repeats nonchalantly. At the last word, he actually reaches out for her thorax with his free bridge player. Alexa smacks it away, intemperately, before he can do more than lightly brush against the fabric of her dress. She takes a stair 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 fourth dimension he commits a little more, and his hired man loving cup my Sister's breasts 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 feel like zip human, the variety of look a serial killer might give his victims. Alexa steps back in sudden fearfulness and discomfort, raising one hand in front of her as if to serve as a monition. It doesn't work. Faster than I would throw believed, Tyler punches my sis 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 clunk, she has no chance.

She crumples to the ground, curled up holding her stomach. I cry out in shock and step forward, but Josh grabs me from behind and stick my weapon system to my side. I'd have to work out every day for two years before I would be strong enough to break that handgrip. So I just take in miserably as my sister lies on the ground, coughing uncontrollably. She struggles to get her breath back, taking open-mouthed, deep draught of air that don't seem to be making it to her lungs.
Tyler walks around her curled up body, looking down at his handiwork. He squats down beside her as she gasps for air and strokes her loose dark-brown hair, tied up in a ponytail with a blue angel 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 severe in the rachis of the head. My eyes water and my head swim, and I say zero more.

Instead, I watch in revulsion as President Tyler turns my babe over onto her back and straddles her, pinning her coat of arms down to the ground. By now, she's recovered enough from the poke to seek to push back, but the sizing dispute between them makes it an impossible project.

She struggles, trying in vain to turn over, to roll him off of her. She thrashes wildly, feet kicking, while Tyler just holds her arms and grins, taking his prison term. Alexa isn't screaming or saying anything. Her eyes are encompassing in panic and little terror, and the solely sounds are grunts of exertion as she struggles, or the periodic, frightened whimper deep in her throat.

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

"You know, all I wanted was to see your tits,"he says, pushing her arm up over her brain. He holds down both her wrists with just one hand. The other slowly traveling towards my sister's body, softly rubbing her mammilla as she cries out miserably and redoubles her exploit to escape.

Tyler takes his meter, clearly enjoying the look on Alexa's face as she's violated and groped against her will. He gets rougher and rougher with her, shoving his hand down the figurehead of her dress, squeezing and slapping her breasts while laughing. He lets go of her radiocarpal joint, leans down and kisses her neck. Alexa squeals and tries to contort her eubstance away, beating down at the top of his head with closed fists. The shock 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 agitate herself back a piffling 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 stomach, and mounts her again. This meter, 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 earn what's about to pass to her. She still struggles, but she can barely be active under Tyler's weightiness. She has found her vocalization by now, but she's hyperventilating so intemperately she can barely get tidings out. In between sob, she begs Tyler not to smart her, ready to desolate all lordliness for a chance to avoid what comes next.

Tyler takes his time, listening to her pleas with an diverted grinning. Then, he clamps one hand down over her mouth, silencing her. With the other, he gently strokes Alexa's hair, thoroughly enjoying the moment.

"Shhh, don't cry,"he whispers to her in a worm jeering of a loving tone."I don't like when lady friend cry. I'm not going to injure you, little one,"he assures her, placing a kiss on her brass for emphasis. Alexa is quiet except for her terrified panting, eyes encompassing. I'm not sure if she thought he was serious, but if she did, it didn't live on long.

Tyler suddenly stops stroking her school principal, and his vocalisation alteration back to his life-threatening tonus.

"Oh, except for the part where I tear your tight trivial ass in half,"he adds, as if he had only just remembered. Alexa shrieking, fresh tears rolling down her cheeks. Her cry is muffled by the helping hand around her mouth. Tyler's other hand reaches down to the hem of her frock and sliding board underneath, moving up to her ass and stroking it while she cries.

"Do you like getting fucked in the ass ?"John Tyler asks loudly."You want to get make out right now ? Huh ? resolution me, you little cunt ! You like getting fucked in the ass ?"

Each repeating of the interrogative is punctuated with a trashy slap on her ass. He finally lifts his other script from her mouth and asks again, practically yelling it in her ear. His other hired hand is still playing with her ass underneath her dress.

"N-no, no, please no…"Alexa manages to get out through her tears, cipher in her tone but affright and despair. President Tyler laughs out loud and covers her mouth with his hand again as her vociferation start to annoy him.

"I won't do it if you admit you're a dumb short whore who never should possess come here,"he finally tells her."When I let go of your aspect, all you have to do is explain to me that you're just a stupid adulteress who never should ingest tried to sleep together with me, and I won't distress you. Pinky promise."

I'm not sure what I was expecting when he lets go. If I thought she wouldn't be able-bodied to say anything, or whether she'd tell him to go fuck himself, or what. The whole affair is a mess of incoherent contingent in my mind. Some things I can't remember at all, like the color of the wall, or what fourth dimension it was. But other things I remember quite vividly, like what she actually says.

"I'm a dumb whore !"She blurts out in a high-pitched squeal the second he lifts his hand."I-I-I'm a stupe fornicatress who never…who never should have come here…I-I made a fault, please, please, delight let me go, I-I'm a dumb little bawd, I…"

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

"Yes, yes you are."He says quietly, calmly."And do you know what happens to dumb slight whores ?"He doesn't trouble to wait for a response before answering himself."They get fucked in the ass."

In her panic, it's unclutter that what he said doesn't quite registry with Alexa at first. But the signification is made sack up when Tyler jumps to his feet with a sudden burst of manic vitality. He puts a animal foot on Alexa's neck so she can't get up and pulls down his drawers 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 hand and hiking up her dress with the other.

He pulls down her panty. They're cute, stringent pink cotton fiber, with a piffling bow on the front line. When he pulls them down, Alexa terror again. Her shaking hands desperately reach back, fumbling around in a fruitless try to tear her dress back down and her underwear back up. Her center widen, looking around desperately for something, anything to save her. Her feet kick on the flooring frantically, and from the muffled haphazardness, it's obvious that she's trying to talk into Tyler's hand, begging him to kibosh. But it's too late.

Tyler pushes his pecker, un-lubed and bareback, into my sister with one mightily thrust. Alexa's stifled pleas are immediately cut inadequate in a repress, high-pitched squeal. For a brief second, John Tyler rests, buried as far as he can possibly go in her ass. Alexa is dumb as well, lying completely still. The simply sound is their breathing, John Tyler's abstruse and dense, and Alexa's sharp and quick. Then the mo passes.

Tyler slowly pulls out of her and then pushes himself back in, his pelvic girdle hitting Alexa's ass with every forceful driving force. Alexa has stopped trying to beg, and now only cries out without discussion every meter Tyler's body gibe back against her, center scrunched up in agony.

I can see her little consistence shiver with each thrust, but Tyler seems intent only on going even harder. He's lying completely on top of her, his face right succeeding to hers as he pumps away. Alexa can barely breathe from a combination of cushion, pain in the neck, and being physically crushed under his weight.

Then Tyler stops for a bit to arrest his breath. He sits up, kneeling behind Alexa's barely moving eubstance. Her ass is badly bruised from the beating it's suffered. Her mouth opens as if to scream or cry, but only a sad slight narrow escape escapes.

John Tyler gives her niggling chance to convalesce. Grabbing her pelvic arch, he pulls her up onto all fours. Alexa barely has the strength to defy anymore, except to desperately shake her principal as if that will stop him. But her sassing is free now and she can actually breathe, so when he penetrates her from behind again, she squeals with every violent thrust.

The new emplacement seems to have given new vigour to Tyler, and he attacks poor Alexa savagely. His rightfield handwriting holds her ponytail, wrenching her head teacher back, forcing her back to arch as far as it will go. The other hired man grab one of her radiocarpal joint and twists her arm painfully behind her. It looks like he's going to break it. Alexa's human face is contorted in agony, and when, after several foresighted minutes, he lets go, she can barely put any weight on the arm.

Not that it matters anyway. Feeling close to finished, Tyler grabs her by the shoulders and power her nous back down to the background. He shoves her face severe into the tile, pressing down her buttock on the base so she can see her rapist on top of her out of the corner of her eye.

He increases the tempo and power of his thrust, pulling her back into him by the shoulder joint as he thrusts his articulatio coxae forward. Alexa is yanked back and forth violently, hands beating helplessly against the storey.

And then, after what seems like an eternity, Tyler gives one last thrust, the mystifying one yet, and oink in satisfaction as he ejaculates deeply inside my Sister. He holds it in space for a few second base, then pulls out of her. There's rake on his dick.

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

"Not bad,"John Tyler tells me with a smile."Your sister's a gracious objet d'art of ass."I'm struck dumb, unable to say anything. At the prison term, the unit thing felt like a nightmare I was going to wake up from any second.

"See, I think she likes me !"Tyler adds with a cheeky smiling as he looks at Alexa lying on her stomach, 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 idea mucky minute, so go assistance yourself !"

They switch status, John 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 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 for certain if she was even conscious at that point.

At this level, I think I passed out, because I can't recollect much more during this other than those misfortunate, broken little whines, and Tyler laughing in my ear.
Next thing I remember, Alexa and I are standing up in the support room of Tyler's house. Josh is glaring silently from a corner, while Tyler speaks.
"So, are we fucking gain about everything I said ?"He demands. I say yes, trying only to get the infernal region out of here as soon as possible. Alexa doesn't say anything, staring at her feet, until Tyler grabs her chin with his handwriting and forces her to see up at him. She starts to cry again as she gives a quavering nod and Tyler lets her go.

Alexa looks worse than I could have imagined. Her attire is dirty and torn, hanging off her left shoulder where the strap tore. Her arm has a distinct handprint contusion from Tyler, and her stage are bruised as well. Her human knee are scraped and bleeding. Her hair is a muddle as well, and worst of all, there's a slim trickle of blood and seminal fluid running down the rear of her leg. When I look away, I notice that there 's semen in her hair too. They must have done Sir Thomas More to her after I passed out. She's visibly trembling and any apparent motion looks like it's agony to her.

Tyler seems to be giving final exam warnings before letting us go. He knows I could never tell anyone. He's make love me for years. He knows that I'm a Coward. Therefore, my word of advice are legal brief and to the stage. Then he approaches Alexa menacingly.

He stands right in presence of her, and softly raises a hand to her face, turning it upwards to await at him. His other hand caresses her chest of drawers, down to her waistline and her ass, running possessively over her ruined trunk.

"Don't William Tell anybody what happened here, truelove,"he whispers softly, stroking her face with the backbone of his finger."If you do, I'm going to fuck you again. I'm going to sleep with you even harder, you sweet piffling beef. Do you need that ?"

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

"That's not safe enough. I asked you if you want me to wait until your sore fiddling cocksucker 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 workplace, and he'll hurt her again. But then Alexa opens her mouth and quietly manages to wail what she needs to say to get away from him.

"N-no, I…don't w-want that…"

Tyler's smiling broadens."Good, 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 understructure with her manus folded demurely in strawman of her again.

"Why wouldn't they believe you ?"

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

"That's rectify. Now get the fuck out of here, you two."
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That was about five years ago. Tyler is doing 25 to lifespan now on a bit of charges. Josh is doing 15 in central for ratting on Tyler.

Alexa was deeply damaged by what happened to her. She ended up dropping out of school, and had job 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 class 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 diddly-shit back together though, and with gobs of therapy and assistant, she's gon na be okay.

Anyway, my therapist said telling the unit history would be helpful to facilitate me heal, so here it is, I guess. It's something I can never bury .