Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Beyond them, the citizens of the fortress were gathered—men and women separated, the men protesting loudly as they were herded outside the walls, their voices a cacophony of anger and confusion.

”You can’t do this!” one man shouted, his face red with fury as a female soldier pushed him back.

”This is our home!” another protested, his fists clenched at his sides.

Max stood near the gates, his arms crossed over his chest, his gaze sharp as he oversaw the operation. He turned as our convoy approached, his expression unreadable, and signaled for the gates to be opened.

The moment the trucks rolled inside, the women from the tribe gasped, their eyes widening as they took in the sight of the fortress. The towering walls, the grand structures, the sheer magnificence of it all left them speechless.

”How is this possible?” Agatha breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. ”It’s so beautiful... is this paradise?”

I stepped out of the truck first, my boots hitting the ground with a firm thud. The other women followed, their naked bodies glistening under the morning sun, their eyes darting around in awe and disbelief.

Angela was waiting, standing near the entrance with a female soldier by her side. Her eyes locked onto the trucks, her expression unreadable—until she saw them.

Her daughters.

Veronica and Mary stepped down first, their bodies unashamedly naked, their chins held high. Angela’s breath hitched, her hands flying to her mouth as tears welled in her eyes. She didn’t hesitate. She ran to them, her arms wrapping around them so tightly it was as if she feared they might vanish.

”My girls...” she choked out, her voice breaking. ”My beautiful girls...”

Veronica, her large breasts pressing against Angela’s side, buried her face in her mother’s shoulder. ”Mother...” she whispered, her own voice thick with emotion.

Mary, however, was never one to hold back. She stepped back slightly, her hands on her hips, her voice sharp with her usual defiance. ”We don’t have a mother like you,” she declared, her gaze flicking to the other women—Emily, Jennifer, Nathalie—who stood nearby, their expressions a mix of shock and curiosity. ”She left us. She abandoned us!”

Angela’s face paled, her grip on Veronica tightening as if she could shield herself from Mary’s words. ”Mary... I—”

”Save it,” Mary snapped, her voice cold.

Angela’s tears fell freely now, her body trembling as she looked between her daughters, her heart breaking and mending in the same breath.

I stepped forward, my presence cutting through the tension like a blade. ”Enough, Mary...,” I said, my voice low but carrying the weight of a command.

Angela wiped the last of her tears away, her expression hardening into something cold, unyielding, regal. She knew the past was the past—now, there was only the future. The Overlord Empire.

She turned to the female soldier beside her, her voice steady, commanding. ”Lisa, take them inside. Get them cleaned up. Clothed. Fed.”

Lisa—tall, toned, her uniform hugging her curves in a way that made it impossible not to notice the way her hips flared, the way her breasts pressed against the fabric—nodded sharply. ”Yes, ma’am.” Her voice was crisp, professional, but there was a heat in her gaze as it flickered toward me for just a second before she turned to the women. ”Follow me.”

Mary, who had been ready to protest just moments ago, fell silent. She didn’t argue. She didn’t fight. She just followed, her naked body moving with a predatory grace, her full tits bouncing with each step, her nipples still hard from the earlier confrontation. Veronica shot Angela one last smoldering look—her dark nipples still aching, her lips parted as if she wanted to say something—but she didn’t. Instead, she fell into step beside Mary, her ass swaying with deliberate slowness, her thighs glistening with the faintest sheen of arousal.

I stopped them for a moment, my voice cutting through the tension. ”Mary. Veronica.” They turned, their eyes locking onto me, waiting. ”Help the others understand. They don’t speak our language yet.”

Mary crossed her arms under her heavy breasts, lifting them slightly, her nipples peaking even more. ”And why should we?” she asked, her voice laced with defiance, but there was no real fight in it. She knew the answer.

”Because I asked you to,” I said simply, my voice leaving no room for argument.

Veronica smirked, her fingers trailing over her own nipple before she dropped her hand. ”Fine. But don’t expect them to listen to me after what you’ve done to them.” Her gaze flicked to Angela, a challenge in her eyes.

”They will,” I said, my voice a dark promise. ”Because they’ll learn.”

Mary exhaled sharply, her breasts heaving with the movement, but she nodded. ”Fine. But we’re not their babysitters.”

”Good,” I said, my gaze sweeping over them both—their naked bodies, their hard nipples, the way their thighs pressed together—before I turned back to Angela.

She was still trembling slightly, her tears gone but her eyes still glistening. I stepped closer, my thumb brushing over her cheek before I pulled her into me, my arms wrapping around her. ”Don’t worry,” I murmured, my voice low, intimate. ”I’ll help you explain it to them. Okay?”

Angela looked up at me, her voice barely above a whisper. ”Really?”

I nodded, my lips brushing hers in a soft, possessive kiss. ”Trust me,” I said against her mouth. ”They won’t blame you.”

She melted into me, her body pressing against mine, her breath hitching as my hands slid down to her ass, squeezing lightly. ”I do trust you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

I pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, my thumb brushing over her bottom lip. ”Good girl.”

We moved inside, the grand halls of the fortress swallowing the sounds of the women being led away. Lisa was already barking orders, her voice sharp, her posture rigid, but I noticed the way her eyes lingered on me just a second too long before she turned away.

The living room was warm, lavish, the kind of place that screamed power. And there, sitting on the plush sofas, were Emily and Jennifer.

Emily looked up as we entered, her body tense, her fingers twisting in the fabric of her dress. ”Why have you brought us here?” she asked, her voice timid, uncertain.

I realized then—I had changed my face back to my own, so she wouldn’t recognize me as Mike. I stepped forward, my voice calm, reassuring.

”Don’t worry. It’s to keep you safe.” My gaze swept over them both—Emily’s slender frame, Jennifer’s fuller curves, the way her thighs pressed together—before I added, ”You’re safe here.”

Jennifer, ever the bolder of the two, leaned forward, her cleavage spilling from the top of her dress, her nipples visible through the thin fabric. ”Where is Mike?” she demanded, her voice sharp, accusing. She turned to Angela, her eyes narrowing. ”Doesn’t he work for you? What’s going on?”