Sheriff of Lubbock County
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Chapter 30: Raid Prep and Tangled Sins
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 30: Raid Prep and Tangled Sins - In the corrupt heart of Lubbock, Sheriff Teresa Davis, a woman defined by her brutality, walks a tightrope of darkness. She’s a law enforcer who revels in illicit acts and is willing to cross every line, even those she’s vowed to uphold. The recent casino heist and the brutal rape of Laura Simmons, a young woman now broken by Rico Vargas, slammed Teresa's world sideways. It was supposed to be a quick bust, a standard case of missing money and a girl gone wrong, but the initial investigation quic
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March 22, 1994, 3:00 PM
The Route 87 warrants felt like scorching iron against my skin, each line a brand marking the warehouse raid as my first strike against Leon’s festering rot. The whorehouse warrant, tucked away like a viper, was my hidden kill-shot. Six weeks I’d sat on this, a goddamn volcano simmering, not breathing a word. Some federal fucks wanted in, and I couldn’t risk a leak, not with Daniels’ warning echoing and Leon’s dirt clinging like a second skin.
I stalked into the bullpen, the weight of my badge a promise of violence. My mind twisted the memory, claiming Kline’s and Carter’s seed still clung to my inner thighs even after all this time, a throbbing reminder of power and control. Getting these warrants had been a goddamn gauntlet – first, enduring District Attorney’s leering demands for ‘favors’ in his private office, then submitting to Judge Carter’s cold, calculating sessions in his chambers after hours. Even Larry, the judge’s twitchy clerk, had to be ‘persuaded’ with the promise of a promotion he’d never see. Zoe’s eyes locked onto mine across the room, sharp and knowing.
“Got ‘em, Zoe, and we’re finally moving,” I hissed, slapping the warrants on her desk. My voice was a tight coil, barely audible over the office hum. “Legal cover for Route 87. Warehouse first, something bigger later, that stays buried. Been holding for outsiders, but it’s go-time.” The whorehouse remained unmentioned, a secret locked in my gut.
Her eyes flicked over the documents, a slow nod of grim understanding. “We’re playing with fire, Teresa, but I’m in. When do we move?”
I leaned close, my breath ghosting over her neck, the swell of my breast brushing her arm. “Briefing at 5 a.m. sharp. Every ass better be here – spread the word, no details. A leak fucks this before we strike.”
Her nod was curt, the stakes unspoken but heavy in the air. My cunt clenched, a mix of adrenaline and guilt over Laura and Nancy’s ghosts, fear for Martin and Libra a constant shadow. She had her own bomb to drop – the lie she’d plant in Deputy Mathews’ ear, telling the married bastard he’s the father of her unborn child, when we both knew it’s Martin’s seed, same as mine. The months of sneaking with Mathews, the risk of exposure, it all added to the tangled web.
I barked across the room, my voice cutting through the noise. “5 a.m. sharp, every goddamn one of you. Be here, no excuses, no questions. Got it?”
The deputies and staff eyed me warily, sensing the shift but knowing better than to pry. I wasn’t giving shit away, not with Leon’s dregs potentially listening. Lust and tension still churned in my veins as I spotted Lewis, the wiry new deputy with a hard edge, lingering by the evidence lockup.
“Lewis, with me, now,” I growled, nodding towards the side room. Her brow furrowed, but she followed, quick and silent. I slammed the door, the lock clicking sharp.
“Need a fast release, don’t fucking argue,” I hissed, yanking my skirt up. My drippin’ pussy, slick with old cum, was on full display, thighs smeared with my own filth. I shoved her against the wall, my hand sliding under her uniform, gripping her cunt through her pants, rubbing hard.
“Sheriff, what the—” she started, but I silenced her with a brutal kiss, my tongue plunging deep, invading her mouth. My fingers unzipped her, plunging into her tight heat, fucking her rough.
“Fuck, Teresa,” she gasped, resisting for a split second before her hips bucked into my touch, a low moan escaping her lips. “Fine, make it quick.”
I pressed my clit hard against her thigh, the coarse fabric grating against my swollen flesh, riding her with a desperate urgency. A low scream tore from my throat as the pleasure spiked, a raw, visceral release. My juices flooded, hot and slick, soaking her uniform, while her body bucked beneath my touch, a shuddering climax erupting under my fingers. It was a quick, brutal hit, but it carved a jagged edge into the tension.
“Keep your mouth shut ‘bout tomorrow,” I snarled, pulling back, adjusting my skirt, leaving her panting against the wall, her face flushed, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and arousal.
Zoe had already vanished when I stepped out, but Harrison stood by the coffee station, that burly deputy with eyes that saw too much. My pussy throbbed again, a persistent ache despite the quickie with Lewis.
I jerked my head towards the side room. “Harrison, now, don’t make me fucking ask twice.”
He followed, a smirk playing on his lips as I locked the door. I ripped my shirt open, baring my heavy tits, nipples stiff and dark. My skirt was hiked, revealing my messy cunt, still slick with Lewis’s come.
“Fuck me hard, need your cock to wreck me before tomorrow’s shitstorm,” I growled.
He didn’t hesitate. His pants hit the floor, revealing a thick, veiny shaft, the head purple and leaking. He slammed me against the desk, thrusting in balls-deep, stretching my walls with a burn that felt so goddamn right.
“Take it, Sheriff, you filthy slut,” he grunted, pounding into me, his hips crashing against mine. My moans were loud and raw as I clawed at his back. “Harder, you bastard, fill my cunt with your cum!”
He exploded quickly, hot seed spurting thick inside me, overflowing down my thighs. My own climax ripped through me, a screaming, hoarse release, juices gushing, mixing with his load. We panted, spent, a sweaty, cum-soaked mess.
“Be here at 5, no fucking clue what for, just be ready,” I hissed, fixing myself, leaving him to clean up. Tomorrow’s raid wasn’t the only bomb I’d drop on him soon – the lie that he’s going to be a dad, a crueler fuckin’ truth waiting to shatter him.
Home was a different kind of chaos, the ranch a nest of my twisted kin and festering secrets. I rolled in, exhausted but wired. The nurses – Clara, Margaret, and Evelyn – were finishing up changing the babies, their bellies showing a subtle swell under their scrubs. They all thought it was Martin’s seed, a secret they hid behind fake smiles, their husbands none the wiser.
Clara, the tall brunette with sharp cheekbones, brought Libra over to me. My girl was growing fast, almost eleven months now, her little hands grabbing at my shirt, her eyes bright like Martin’s, a stab to my gut every time I looked at her.
“She’s been a darling today, Sheriff,” Clara said softly, her barely swollen belly brushing mine as I took Libra. A dark thought hit me – I was pregnant again too, about six weeks along, and I knew it was Martin’s, same as before. That wasn’t the only weight; I had to break the news to Harrison soon, tell him he’s going to be a dad, a cruel thing to do when it’s a lie, but necessary to keep my web tight.
Zoe was pregnant again too, thinking it’s Martin’s as well, but planning to pin it on Deputy Mathews, telling that married bastard he’s the father at the office soon, a cold lie to cover her tracks. Then there was Alex, Lilly, and Jessica, all knocked up again, none of them sure who the father was, their bellies just starting to show.
I carried Libra to the lounge, settling on the couch to feed her. My shirt was already half-unbuttoned as I found Peter sprawled there, some mindless crap blaring on the telly, his eyes flicking to me with a hungry glint. The rest of the house was scattered, giving us a rare quiet pocket.