Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Angela pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, her eyes burning with a newfound fire—immortal, unstoppable, mine. Without a word, she slid off my lap, her posture shifting from breathless awe to cold, commanding authority.

She straightened her clothes, her fingers brushing over her lips as if savoring the last traces of our kiss, before turning toward the door.

The heavy oak door creaked open as she stepped out, her voice cutting through the night like a blade. ”Max!” she called, her tone sharp and unyielding. The sound of boots scuffling against stone echoed down the hall before Max appeared, his expression alert, his posture rigid.

”Gather every man and woman soldier inside the fortress,” Angela ordered, her voice leaving no room for hesitation. ”Now. And set up a perimeter around the walls. No one gets in or out without explicit permission.” Her fingers curled into a fist at her side, her knuckles whitening. ”Then wake everyone inside these walls. I want them gathered outside within the hour.”

Max’s brows furrowed for just a second before he nodded, his voice a gruff acknowledgment. ”Yes, ma’am.” He turned on his heel, barking orders into his comms as he strode away, his boots thudding against the marble floors.

The fortress was alive with chaos—shouts, protests, the scuffle of boots against stone as soldiers dragged sleep-dazed men and women from their beds. The air hummed with tension, the kind that crackled like electricity before a storm.

Angela stood beside me, her smirk sharp as a blade, her newfound immortality thrumming beneath her skin like a second heartbeat.

She watched the commotion with cold satisfaction, her fingers tracing the edge of the console where the monitors still flickered with the afterimages of Emily and Jennifer’s shameful pleasures.

I turned to her, my voice cutting through the noise with quiet authority. ”Take care of Emily and Jennifer,” I ordered, my gaze locking onto hers. ”They’re ours now. Make sure they understand that.”

Angela’s lips curled into a dark, knowing smile. ”With pleasure,” she purred, her voice dripping with sadistic delight. She didn’t need to ask what I meant. She knew. They’d be broken, reshaped, bound to us in ways they couldn’t even imagine yet.

Then I turned to Max, who was barking orders to a group of soldiers, his expression unreadable but his movements efficient. ”Max,” I called, my voice carrying over the din. He turned immediately, his posture rigid, his eyes sharp. ”I need ten trucks. And ten female soldiers to drive them.”

Max didn’t hesitate. ”Done,” he said, already turning to shout commands to a nearby lieutenant. Within minutes, the courtyard was alive with the roar of engines, ten black trucks rolling into formation, their headlights cutting through the predawn darkness. The female soldiers—hard-eyed, disciplined—climbed into the driver’s seats, their hands gripping the wheels like they were born to obey.

I watched as the last of the men were herded beyond the perimeter, their protests dying into the night. The women inside the fortress were already being organized, their fear tangible but their obedience absolute. The soldiers knew. Everyone knew.

Angela and I were in control now.

I stepped closer to Max, my voice low but carrying the weight of an order. ”When I’m not here,” I said, my gaze unwavering, ”you help Angela take care of everything.”

Max met my eyes, his expression unflinching. ”Understood,” he replied, his voice steady. There was no question in his tone. No doubt. Just the cold, hard certainty of a man who knew his place in the new world we were building.

I gave a single nod, then turned toward the trucks, my boots crunching against the gravel. The first light of dawn was beginning to bleed across the horizon, painting the fortress in hues of blood and gold. The engines rumbled, ready to move. The female soldiers sat at attention, waiting for my command.

I climbed into the lead truck, the door slamming shut behind me with a finality that echoed like a gunshot. The convoy would follow. The women would be brought back. And when I returned, the Overlord Empire would be complete.

Angela’s voice cut through the noise one last time, her tone a dark promise. ”We’ll be waiting.”

The convoy of trucks roared through the dense forest, their headlights slicing through the predawn darkness like blades. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the distant promise of a new day. I pulled up the World Map in my mind, my fingers tracing the path to the Kronos Tribe—where Ravina and the others were waiting. Through the earpiece, my voice cut through the static, sharp and commanding.

”Ravina.”

Her voice crackled in response, laced with urgency and a hint of sleep. ”Dexter? What’s happening? Is everything alright?”

”Gather everyone in the tribe,” I ordered, my tone leaving no room for questions. ”We’re coming to bring you all home. To a better place.”

A pause. Then, hesitant but obedient: ”What about the people above the cliff? Should we wake them too?”

I smirked, my fingers tightening around the steering wheel as the first light of dawn began to bleed across the horizon. ”I’ll bring them down once I get there. Just make sure everyone else is ready.”

”Ok...” she replied, her trust in me absolute. She didn’t question. She never did.

The first light of dawn was breaking over the horizon as the trucks rolled into the clearing where the Kronos Tribe had made their home. The women—all of them naked, their bodies marked with the signs of their primitive lives—stood frozen as the monstrous machines roared toward them. Their eyes widened in terror, their voices rising in a chorus of panic and fear.

”Monster! MONSTER—!” they screamed, some clutching spears, others backing away as if the trucks were beasts come to devour them.

Even Ravina and the others stumbled back, their hands clutching at one another, their faces pale with shock. They had never seen anything like this—steel beasts, growling and snorting, invading their sacred land. Kerry, Kina, Ruth, Ada, and Vera stood close together, their naked bodies trembling not just from the morning chill but from the sheer unreality of the scene before them.

Then the door of the lead truck swung open with a metallic groan.

And I stepped out.

Silence.

The women gasped, their fear melting into confusion as they recognized me. ”Dexter...?” Ravina’s voice was a breathless whisper, her eyes locking onto me like a lifeline. The others—Kerry, Kina, Ruth, Ada, Vera—rushed forward, surrounding me, their fear replaced by relief and awe.

”Dexter... Dexter is with them!” The murmur spread like wildfire through the crowd, their tension easing as they recognized me. Some even dropped to their knees, pressing their foreheads to the earth in reverence.

Ravina stepped forward, her voice trembling with a mix of awe and confusion. ”Dexter, what is this? What is happening?” She gestured to the trucks, her eyes wide with disbelief.