Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 460: Angela’s Bombshell Revelation

Angela saw me first—naked, lounging against the wall, one leg bent, fingers idly circling her clit. She sat up straight—eyes sharpening.

”What happened?” she asked—voice calm but edged with hunger.

I told them everything.

Everything.

The ambush at the camp. The three men are trying to rape Megan. The children are screaming. Hailey is shielding her. Megan is bashing her own head against the tree. The mothers begging. The little boy asked why the uncles were bleeding.

And how I killed them all.

Every last one.

Mothers. Fathers. Children. No exceptions.

Nicole’s face went white—eyes huge, horrified.

”You... killed them all?” she whispered—voice cracking. ”Even the... the kids...?”

I looked at her—calm, unflinching.

”I don’t care,” I said quietly. ”If someone wants to harm someone close to me... I will not spare their life. And now you should know what will happen to your so-called father and that brother of yours. I am going to skin them alive.”

Nicole flinched—hard—fresh tears welling.

Camilla—still kneeling in Drake’s dried blood, topless, massive tits streaked with red—looked up at me with wide, terrified eyes.

”And... and my husband?” she whispered. ”Drake... you’re going to...?”

I nodded once.

”The same goes for Drake. He dared to go against me. Even though I spared his life once. He tried to attack my home. My women. My family. He dies slowly.”

Lisa stepped forward—voice calm, professional.

”Boss... you don’t have to do all these things yourself,” she said. ”Let your subordinates take care of it. We’ve got teams on standby. Choppers. Snipers. Cleaners. You give the word—we’ll bring you their heads on plates.”

Angela rose—still naked, hips swaying as she walked to me—sliding her arms around my waist from behind, tits pressing warm against my back.

”Yeah, husband...” she purred, lips brushing my ear. ”You have soldiers waiting for your command. Why get your hands dirty? Let them bleed for you. Let them scream for you. You just sit back... and enjoy the show.”

I exhaled—slow—feeling the tension bleed out of my shoulders.

I nodded—a small smile tugging at my lips.

”Okay... okay... I’ll listen to you.”

Lisa was already moving—pulling a small, matte-black device from her pocket. It looked like a high-end Bluetooth earpiece—sleek, military-grade.

She fitted it into her ear—tapped once.

”Hello... It’s me, Lisa,” she said—voice crisp, professional. ”I’ve sent you the coordinates. Requesting backup. Emergency extraction and cleanup. Full team—choppers, heavy weapons, medical. Priority one. ETA?”

A voice crackled back—calm, efficient.

”Team en route. ETA twenty minutes. We’ll secure the perimeter and bring the targets in alive... or in pieces. Your call, ma’am.”

Lisa looked at me—waiting.

I nodded once.

”Alive,” I said. ”I want them to see each other die slowly.”

Lisa relayed the order—then removed the earpiece.

Mira, Nicole, and Camilla stared—open-mouthed.

”What... what is going on?” Mira whispered—voice shaking. ”Choppers? Backup? Teams?”

Nicole’s eyes were huge—voice small.

”You... you have an army...?”

Camilla—still kneeling, tits bare and streaked with dried blood—looked up at me like she was seeing me for the first time.

Angela chuckled—low, rich, amused—seeing their expressions.

”Oh, sweethearts...” she purred, walking over to them, hips swaying. ”We haven’t told you everything yet, have we?”

She leaned down and tilted Nicole’s chin up gently.

Angela chuckled—low, rich, amused—watching the stunned, almost childlike expressions on Mira, Nicole, and Camilla’s faces. She sauntered over with that slow, predatory sway of her hips, completely naked, skin still flushed and glowing from earlier play, her full breasts swaying gently with each step. The amber lamp light painted golden curves across her body, highlighting the faint bite marks and handprints that still lingered on her thighs and ass.

”Oh, sweethearts...” she purred, voice like warm honey poured over broken glass. She stopped in front of them, leaning down gracefully to tilt Nicole’s chin up with two manicured fingers until the girl’s wide, frightened eyes met hers.

”We actually came before you here,” Angela said slowly, letting each word land like a stone in still water. ”We’re from the future.”

The cave seemed to shrink around them. The soft trickle of water into the basin suddenly sounded deafening in the silence.

Nicole’s mouth opened—then closed—then opened again. Her small hands clutched Mira’s arm so hard her knuckles went white.

”How... how is this possible?” she whispered, voice trembling on the edge of tears. ”Time travel? Like... actual time travel? That’s just... movies... stories...”

Mira stared at Angela—then at me—eyes searching my face like she was trying to find the lie, the trick, the hidden camera. She found nothing. Her lips parted, but no sound came out at first. When she finally spoke, her voice was soft, almost reverent.

”It’s... unbelievable...” she breathed. But there was no real denial in her tone anymore. Her gaze lingered on me longer than the others—soft, conflicted, almost awed. Dexter is basically a god, her expression seemed to say. He has a jetpack. Soldiers. Helicopters. A cave full of food in a dead world. So why wouldn’t time travel be real, too? She sighed quietly, shoulders dropping in something like exhausted acceptance.

Camilla—still kneeling topless in the drying pool of Drake’s blood, massive Mexican tits streaked with red and heaving with every shallow breath—looked like someone had just pulled the ground out from under her. Her full lips parted in shock, dark nipples tightening painfully in the cool air as the words sank in.

Angela straightened, smiling like a cat that had just caught the canary and eaten the whole cage too.

”The world we left behind was dying,” she continued, voice calm, almost casual, like she was describing the weather in another life. ”Pollution so thick the sky was brown. Wars over the last scraps of clean water. Climate collapse—floods, fires, famines. Billions dead. ”

”The Exodus Project was humanity’s last, desperate gamble—a way to send people forward through time to a cleaner era, a reset point. The technology wasn’t perfect. The first jumps were chaotic. Some arrived years early. Some centuries off. We landed here—2050s timeline—found this cave system, stabilized it, and built a base. And Dexter...”

She turned fully to me, sliding her arms around my waist from behind, pressing her bare breasts against my back, her chin resting on my shoulder as she looked at the three women with open, possessive adoration.

”Dexter is the one who controls it all,” she finished softly. ”The resources. The soldiers. The future itself. He’s the reason we’re still breathing. The reason we eat. The reason we fuck and laugh and live while everyone else out there starves or dies.”