Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Daisy remained professional, but her face was pale, and her grip on her gun was white-knuckled, clearly affected by the sudden violence.

I turned to Daisy. ”Check them thoroughly. Look for IDs, phones, earpieces, tattoos—anything that might tell us who sent them.”

Daisy nodded and moved quickly, kneeling beside each corpse. She searched pockets, flipped collars, checked wrists and necks, and even removed their gloves.

Nothing. No identification, no communication devices, no personal items. Just sterile tactical gear and high-end weapons. These were professional cleaners—ghosts.

Madeline’s reaction intensified as she watched Daisy work. She let out another muffled scream, burying her face in her knees. Her body trembled so hard I could hear her teeth chattering. The shock was hitting her in waves; she looked on the verge of fainting or vomiting from the gruesome scene.

I moved to the floor-to-ceiling window, yanked the curtains aside, and looked down at the terrifying drop. No fire escape. No safe ledge. ”We can’t stay here. More will come. We move now.”

We slipped out of the bloodied suite and sprinted down the hallway toward the stairwell, avoiding the elevator.

Madeline’s legs were shaky; she nearly stumbled twice, her breath coming in ragged, terrified gasps. I kept one arm around her to steady her, feeling her heart hammering against my side.

The moment we pushed open the stairwell door, I heard heavy, hurried footsteps rushing upward from several floors below—at least four or five men, moving with military precision.

Daisy’s face tightened with panic. ”You take Ma’am! I’ll hold them off and buy you time!”

I shook my head sharply. ”No splitting up. We stay together.”

Daisy’s voice turned hard. ”Follow the rules. It’s not the time to get emotional.”

I made the call instantly. ”New plan—rooftop. Follow me!”

We sprinted upward, legs burning as we climbed flight after flight. Madeline was crying openly now, soft sobs escaping with every step. ”I can’t... I’m going to die here... they’re going to kill us...” Her voice broke repeatedly, raw fear making her words tremble.

Bursting through the emergency roof access door, the cold night wind whipped violently around us, carrying the distant sounds of chaos from the streets below. I slammed the heavy metal door shut and wedged a nearby metal pipe against it for extra time.

My eyes scanned the rooftop desperately and locked onto an emergency fire hose reel mounted on the wall. I smashed the glass casing with a powerful strike, shards flying everywhere, and yanked out the thick, reinforced hose.

Daisy stared at me in disbelief. ”You’re not thinking of jumping with that... are you? That’s insane!”

I turned to Madeline, locking eyes with her tear-streaked, shock-frozen face. ”Ma’am, do you trust me?”

She nodded immediately, her voice barely a whisper between sobs. ”Yes... but I’m so scared... please don’t let me fall...” Another scream threatened to rise as she glanced toward the edge of the building.

I rapidly wrapped the thick fire hose around my waist and torso multiple times, creating a strong, secure harness.

Then I pulled Madeline tightly against my front, wrapping my arms around her. Her soft, full breasts smashed firmly against my chest as I held her close, her body pressed desperately into mine. ”Ma’am, hold onto me as tight as you can. Wrap your arms around my neck and your legs around my waist. Do not let go no matter what.”

Madeline complied instantly, clinging to me with all her strength. Her nails dug into my shoulders, her face buried against my neck as fresh sobs wracked her. ”I’m terrified... the height... if we fall...” She let out a high-pitched whimper that built into another stifled scream.

Daisy stepped forward. ”You take her down. I’ll stay and hold them off—”

”No,” I cut her off. ”You’re coming with us. Climb on my back. Now.”

Daisy hesitated, eyes wide. ”But you already have, Ma’am—”

”This is an order, as your senior,” I said firmly, leaving no room for argument.

Daisy swallowed hard. ”Yes, sir.”

She quickly climbed onto my back, wrapping her strong arms around my shoulders and locking her legs around my waist, pressing herself securely against me.

I now carried both women—Madeline clinging desperately to my front with her body trembling violently, Daisy on my back—their combined weight barely noticeable under Eternal Vitality.

The rooftop door began shaking violently as it was kicked repeatedly—BANG! BANG! BANG! The metal was starting to buckle.

I didn’t wait another second. I sprinted toward the edge of the building and leaped off into the empty night sky.

The wind howled past us like a hurricane as we plummeted. Madeline let out a blood-curdling, prolonged scream directly into my chest. ”Aaaaaahhhhh! We’re falling! Oh God, we’re going to die!” Her grip became iron-tight, almost painful, her legs locked around my waist in a death grip.

Her body convulsed with pure terror, tears soaking my shirt as she screamed again and again, each one raw and guttural. ”Don’t drop me! Please! I can’t look!” She buried her face harder against me, hyperventilating between screams, her heart pounding so hard I could feel it against my chest.

Daisy held on silently but with all her strength, though I could hear her strained breathing.

I controlled our descent using the hose as a brake, feeding it out carefully while guiding our path toward the side alley.

Nearing the ground, I twisted my body and smashed through a large ground-floor window with a powerful kick. Glass exploded outward in a glittering shower. I curled protectively around Madeline’s head and neck, shielding her completely, while keeping Daisy stable on my back.

We landed hard in the narrow alley with a thunderous boom, cracking the pavement beneath my feet. The impact sent a shockwave through the ground, but my invincible body absorbed it entirely.

Madeline’s scream peaked at the moment of impact, a raw, throat-tearing cry of shock that echoed off the alley walls. ”Ahhhhhh!” She clung even tighter afterward, shaking violently, whispering through sobs, ”We’re alive... how are we alive...? I thought that was the end...”

I quickly unwrapped the hose from my waist, sliced it free with a combat knife, and dropped the coil.

”Move! Let’s go!” I urged, grabbing both women’s hands.

With Madeline on one side—still crying softly, legs wobbly from shock and adrenaline—and Daisy on the other, we sprinted out of the alley and into the shadowed streets, disappearing into the night as distant police sirens grew louder behind us.

Madeline kept glancing back, her face a mask of lingering horror, soft whimpers and occasional sharp gasps escaping as the full weight of the night’s events continued to crash over her in relentless waves.