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SECRETS NOTICE: The author wants to make it clear that the following story It is a fruit of the imagination and in no wa

SECRETS NOTICE: The author wants to make it clear that the following story It is a fruit of the imagination and in no way agrees with the acts of violence, both physical and mental, that may appear in it. In addition highlights that due to its violent and sexual content it is directed solely at of legal age. PART I At the end of the afternoon I entered through the door of the house, and I was surprised to see that my parents were there, since they usually come later to close the store they run. When my father saw me he stood up and said to me: -Javier, come. -Tell me dad, -Today they broke into the store and that's why we're about to here before - he told me - but don't worry, nothing serious has happened; just one small blow on your mother's face. Indeed my mother had a bruise on her cheek. left but when I went to ask him how he was he told me evasively that he was fine and that she was going to go to bed because with the nerves of the robbery and the blow she was tired and he was not feeling well. With that, he got up and went to the bedroom. My father told me that it was best to let her rest and He explained in broad strokes how everything happened. But what surprised me the most was that they had decided not to report what happened, since according to him it was not worth it waste time for a little money. This made me argue with him and remind you that in the store we have 2 camouflaged video cameras to monitor thefts. There was no way to change his mind and he alluded to the fact that the Cameras were not working, leaving the issue settled. On Sunday I stopped by the store to count material and once there try to see if I could get the cameras working. security. Once checked, I verified that they were not damaged and that the only thing What they were missing were video tapes so they could record on them. I have been looking through my father's office room, which is where the recorders are cameras, but I didn't see any either. And when I was about to leave, I saw a box cardboard filled with papers and with two finished tapes. I rewound one in the player to see if I could use it and when I saw it I understood the reason why my parents did not want to report the theft to the police PART II: : ...there I was sitting in the office watching and listening, since both cameras had audio, what had happened during the holdup. First I visualized the tape corresponding to the counter and the entrance. It showed the moment when the two criminals entered the local, armed with guns, and threatened my parents to hand them over the money from the box. My father began to give them the money that was in the counter until he emptied the cash register. When it seemed that they had what they wanted, one of them gagged and tied my father's feet and hands with tape packing and told my mother to go with the other to the office to see if They found more things of value. - Now you are going to stay here calmly while we go to the office to see what else you have.- With that said the two robbers came out and my mother from the 1st camera frame to enter the office. Seeing this, I was already taking out a tape and putting that of the 2nd chamber. In it the two men appeared with my mother in the room. One forced her to sit on the couch while tying her hands on the back. For 10 minutes they were turning the office upside down, but they did not find anything that satisfied them. Already tired of searching, the younger, he was in his early 20s, to my mother and put a stiletto in her neck: -Wow, I see that there is nothing we can take advantage of here, although on second thought... what's your name? - I..I....Isabel - she answered nervously. -Well, Isabel. Before Before we leave, I want you to do me a favor; I have recently been released from prison, after a long season, and I don't know if I'll still remember how he fucks to a woman So I thought that you would help me remember it -Please don't let me know Violence! I am the mother of a boy. "Great," he commented. the robber- I like women with experience. So now, if not you want me to hurt you or your husband, you are not going to resist while you viola. The other criminal had gone behind the sofa, and He quickly put a piece of duct tape over my mother's mouth so she wouldn't she could scream, at the same time he held her so she wouldn't move. The young man He stood up and pulled down his pants and underwear, revealing a semi-erect penis of about 20 cm. He approached her again, who was struggling with whoever was holding her, and punched him in the face. Made This raised her skirt to her waist and tore off her white panties. lace that she was wearing, leaving the hair that covered her crotch visible. You He opened her legs and savagely penetrated her pussy. My mother had the eyes almost popping out of their sockets, probably because of the pain he was causing the rapist to enter her unlubricated vagina. He continued the serve-and-go a couple of minutes, panting constantly until he came inside her. Once finished, they both left the office, leaving my mother. semi-conscious on the couch and the semen of the bastard who fucked her coming out of her pussy. had raped Change the tape to the first one to see the output of the criminals and I could see how the young man, before leaving, approached my father tied up and told him: -It would be better if we didn't Report if you don't want us to come back here. I have to tell you that your wife She is very hot and I loved fucking her, let's see if in nine months the couple gives you. After this they disappeared. I left the video tapes where they were so that my father wouldn't realize that he had seen them and I went home. This is the secret we have in the family. To give me your opinion of the story or ideas for others: tirso2@ozu.es