Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

I opened The Supermarket Store—a dimension of endless aisles, where the currency wasn’t dollars, but Pervert Points. I moved through the shelves, my mind already made up.

The Clone Section was at the back, behind a curtain of flickering holograms.

The clones here weren’t just lookalikes. They were perfect. Same DNA. Same memories. Same fingerprints, iris patterns, even the same scars. The only difference? They were empty vessels, waiting to be filled with a new purpose.

My purpose.

I selected the premium model—Human Replica X-X. 40,000 Points. A steep price, but worth it. The clone materialized in a flash of light, standing before me, naked and blank-eyed. I reached out, pressing my palm to its chest. ”Assume the form of Kevin Hargrove.”

The clone’s body rippled, like a stone dropped into still water. Its muscles tensed, its skin darkened with age, silver threads weaving through its hair like spider silk.

Wrinkles etched themselves into its face—every laugh line, every frown, every scar from a lifetime of power and corruption. Its chest rose and fell in a perfect imitation of Kevin’s breathing.

It even sighed, a sound so authentic it sent a shiver down my spine. The clone’s eyes flickered, and for a second, I saw Kevin staring back at me—his memories, his mannerisms, his soul—all downloaded, all mine to control.

”You are Kevin Frank,” I commanded, my voice a low, dangerous growl. ”You will obey me in all things. Do you understand?”

The clone nodded, its movements fluid, natural. ”Yes.”

”Good.” I leaned in, my lips brushing its ear, my breath hot against its skin.

”There’s one more thing. My parents—Victoria and Richards. They are untouchable. No harm comes to them. No one takes action against them. If anyone tries, you stop them. By any means necessary. Do you understand?”

The clone’s eyes darkened, a flicker of something primal passing through them. ”Understood.”

I dressed it quickly in Kevin’s discarded clothes—the same tailored suit, the same cufflinks, the same cologne that Marina would recognize in an instant. The illusion was seamless.

”Go to Marina. Tell her there’s an emergency. You’re leaving and do what I told you.”

The clone nodded again, its voice already Kevin’s. ”Yes.”

I watched as the clone—Kevin—exited the bathroom.

Through the cracked door, I watched Marina. She was lost in her own world, the black dildo pressed against her lace panties, her body arching as she chased the pleasure only she could give herself.

The sleeping mask covered her eyes, but her other senses were heightened—every touch, every sound, every breath amplified in the darkness.

Her fingers worked the dildo in slow, deliberate circles against her clit, her hips lifting off the bed, her moans growing louder, more desperate.

”Oh fuck... yes...” She bit her lip, her other hand sliding up to squeeze her breast, her fingers pinching her nipple through the lace.

The fabric was soaked with her arousal, her body trembling as she ground the toy against herself.

Then, she heard it. The faint creak of the door. The shift in the air.

Her body tensed. The dildo paused mid-motion. She yanked the blanket over herself, her chest heaving beneath the fabric. ”Kevin?” Her voice was breathless, thick with confusion and something else—guilt.

The clone stepped into the room, its voice a perfect imitation. ”Marina.”

She froze, the dildo still pressed against her, hidden beneath the blanket. ”What?”

”Emergency,” the clone said, its tone urgent, laced with the same authority Kevin always carried. ”I have to go. Now.”

Marina blinked beneath the mask, her mind still fogged with lust. ”What? Now?” She sat up slightly, the blanket clutched to her chest, her body still thrumming with unfulfilled need.

”Yes. Now.” The clone didn’t hesitate. It turned toward the door, its movements precise, Kevin in every way that mattered. ”Don’t wait for me. Just... go to sleep.”

Marina’s lips parted, as if she wanted to argue, but the clone was already gone, the door clicking shut behind it. She exhaled sharply, her body still aching for release.

”Phew...” She muttered, tossing the blanket aside. ”Let me enjoy tonight... without any fucking disturbance.”

She stood, her lingerie clinging to her curves as she moved to the door, locking it with a decisive click.

Then, she turned back to the bed, her hips swaying with a newfound determination. The dildo lay on the sheets, glistening under the soft light. She picked it up, her fingers tracing its length, and then reached for the bottle of lube on the nightstand.

The cap snapped open. A generous squeeze, and the clear gel coated the toy, making it slick, ready. She set it down for a moment, her other hand sliding between her thighs.

I watched, unseen, as she spat into her palm, her fingers glistening as she rubbed them against her pussy, her lips parting with a soft, needy moan. ”Mmm... fuck...” She was already dripping, her body aching for more.

She lay back on the bed, the sleeping mask still in place. ”Brittany’s idea is really fucking good,” she murmured, a smirk playing on her lips. ”Sleeping mask... surely helps with the filthy imagination.”

I moved like a shadow, my own clothes already dissolved into the System Storage. Naked, silent, I approached the bed. Marina was lost in her own world, the dildo pressed against her clit, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles.

She had removed her lingerie now, her body fully bared to me—her shaved pussy glistening, her breasts rising and falling with every ragged breath, her nipples hard as diamonds.

I reached out, my fingers brushing the dildo. With a flick of my wrist, I sent it tumbling from her grasp. It fell on the bed.

Marina gasped, her hand searching blindly for it. ”This new dildo is really fucking amazing...” she muttered, her voice thick with frustration. ”Just like a real cock... not those plastic pieces of shit. Brittany is really amazing... I don’t know where the hell she got this from...”

I didn’t wait. I stepped closer, my cock already rock hard, already throbbing with anticipation.

Marina’s fingers brushed against it, and she froze. ”It’s... even hotter...” Her voice was a whisper, her touch hesitant at first, then greedy. ”And so fucking amazing...”

She wrapped her hand around me, her thumb tracing the vein along my cock, her fingers exploring every inch of my length.

”Oh god...” She bit her lip, her other hand sliding down to rub her clit, her fingers already soaked with her own arousal.

I didn’t speak. I didn’t need to. She guided me to her entrance, her body trembling as she pressed the head of my cock against her pussy.

She didn’t insert me—not yet. Instead, she rubbed me against her clit, her hips lifting off the bed, her moans growing louder, more desperate.

”Fuck... yes...” Her voice was a ragged whisper, her body arching as she grinded against me, her juices coating my length, her clit swollen and sensitive against my cock.

She was soaked, her body begging for more, but she wasn’t ready to give in just yet. She wanted to savor it. To tease herself. To torture herself with the promise of what was to come.

”Oh fuck... it’s so good...” She gasped, her hips moving faster, her clit throbbing against my cock. ”I need... I need more...”