The Shaw Family
Copyright© 2025 by work for nothin
Chapter 10
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 10 - A family in an incestuous relationship goes on a camping trip on a hill. While the father and son are out looking for firewood, the mother and daughter disappear without a trace.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/ft Consensual Fiction Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter BDSM Interracial Black Male White Male Anal Sex
Floyd and Jake, however, didn’t follow immediately. The sergeant of the Crestfall police, Elmer ‘Big Gun’ Holder, a burly man with a thick mustache and a no-nonsense attitude, stepped forward. His eyes were a mix of concern and determination. “We need to get back to the cabin,” he said, his voice gruff yet gentle. “We have to catch the rest of those bastards and find anything that can help us nail them to the wall.”
Jake’s eyes narrowed, his grip on the crossbow tightening. “You want us to go back in there?” The thought of returning to the scene of their loved ones’ trauma was almost unbearable, but the need for justice was a burning fire in his gut.
“We can’t leave any stone unturned,” Elmer said firmly. “This isn’t just about our village anymore. It’s about protecting all of us who live here, who love here.” He paused, looking each of them in the eye. “And it’s about showing those fuckers that you don’t mess with our family.”
With a heavy sigh, Floyd nodded. “He’s right,” he said, his jaw set. “We’ll go with you.” The decision was made, and the gravity of their mission grew heavier. The cabin was no longer a place of fear but a battleground for the preservation of their way of life.
They retraced their steps through the forest, the path back to the cabin seeming to stretch on forever. The sun had climbed higher in the sky, casting dappled shadows that played hide and seek with their feet. The air was thick with the scent of pine and the faint coppery tang of blood. The woods felt different now, as if they had been forever marred by the violence that had intruded upon their sanctity.
When they reached the cabin, the quiet was deafening. The door hung open, a gaping mouth that had swallowed their innocence. Elmer led the way, his own weapon drawn, the rest of the polices at his side, their eyes scanning the cabin’s interior with a grim purpose. The sight of the blood-splattered walls and the stains on the floor was a stark reminder of the evil they were fighting.
They moved through the cabin methodically, searching for any sign of the remaining captors or evidence of their twisted intentions. Each room revealed more of the horror that had unfolded, the stench of fear and desperation lingering in the air like a toxic fog. But amidst the chaos, there was an eerie order, a method to the madness that spoke of a greater plan, a deeper sickness.
In the back room, they found it—a makeshift shrine to the darkness that had consumed the captors’ souls. Photographs of other abducted women adorned the walls, their eyes pleading for rescue that had never come. The room was littered with chains, whips, and other instruments of torture, each one telling a story of pain and suffering that made Jake’s blood boil.
Elmer’s face was a mask of rage as he surveyed the scene. “We’re going to tear this whole fucking place apart,” he said, his voice low and deadly. “We’re going to make sure these animals can’t hurt anyone else.” The polices nodded in grim agreement, their eyes steely with the promise of retribution.
The search was thorough, every nook and cranny of the cabin combed for clues.
As the men worked, their anger grew, a potent cocktail of rage and disgust. The walls seemed to close in around them, the very air thick with the echoes of screams long silenced. Each piece of evidence they found was like a fresh wound, a stark reminder of the horror that had been inflicted on their loved ones.
In the corner of the room, hidden beneath a pile of foul-smelling rags, Jake’s hand brushed against something cold and metallic. He pulled out a set of ID cards, the plastic slick with grime. Each card bore the face of a young woman, their eyes wide with fear and despair. The sight of the cards was like a punch to the gut, a tangible connection to the lost souls that had suffered in this chamber of horrors.
Elmer took the cards from Jake, his face a mask of fury. “We’re taking these with us,” he said, his voice a low growl. “We’re going to give these girls back their names, their dignity.” He turned to the other policemen. “Gather the remains. We’re taking them all back to Crestfall. We’ll bury them with the respect they deserve.”
As they worked, Elmer noticed something peculiar. The remains of the captors bore strange tattoos and piercings, marking them as members of a forbidden sect. The realization sent a shiver down his spine. This was not a simple case of kidnapping and assault; it was something far more sinister, something that could threaten the very fabric of Crestfall’s community.
The tension in the cabin grew palpable as the polices exchanged glances, their eyes speaking volumes. They knew of the rumors that had circulated for years—stories of a cannibalistic cult that roamed the outskirts of civilization, preying on the vulnerable and the lost. But they had always dismissed them as campfire tales, too outlandish to believe. Now, staring at the evidence before them, they couldn’t ignore the grim truth.
Elmer stepped outside, his hand shaking as he pulled out his radio. He took a deep breath, then spoke into the receiver. “We need backup,” he said, his voice tight with anger. “We’ve got a situation here that’s bigger than us. We need the feds.”
The response was swift and professional, a stark contrast to the horror they had just uncovered. Within minutes, the air was filled with the distant throb of a helicopter’s rotors, growing louder with each passing second. The policemen of Crestfall, unaccustomed to such invasions, watched the sky warily as the aircraft descended into the clearing, sending a maelstrom of leaves and dust swirling around them. The whump-whump of the blades grew deafening, and the trees bent and swayed as if in a violent dance.
As the helicopter landed, six heavily armed officers spilled out, their faces grim and focused. They moved with a precision that spoke of countless hours of training, their eyes scanning the area for any signs of danger. Elmer approached them, his hand extended in a firm shake. “Elmer Holder,” he said, his voice steady despite the turmoil within. “We’ve got a cult operating here. They’ve been taking our women, using them for their sick rituals.”
The lead agent, a tall woman with sharp features and a no-nonsense attitude, nodded gravely. “We’ve heard the whispers,” she said. “But we never had the evidence. Until now.” She took the ID cards from Elmer, her gaze flickering over the faces of the lost girls. “We’ll take it from here.”
The Crestfall polices stepped back, watching as the federal officers secured the cabin, their movements swift and efficient. The sight of the outsiders in their woods was jarring, a stark reminder that their incestuous lifestyle was not just a secret within the village but something that could attract the wrath of the outside world.
The helicopter took off again, leaving a ringing silence in its wake. The four men remained in the clearing, their eyes never leaving the cabin. The world felt smaller, the woods no longer a sanctuary but a battleground.
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