Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 296: Ada’s Sealed Pussy

I nodded solemnly, my gaze flicking to Ruth, who was watching us with a mix of horror and morbid curiosity. ”Yes, Mother,” I continued, my voice darkening with a twisted sense of urgency.

”But I’m afraid...” I leaned in closer, my breath hot against Ada’s ear, ”Once your asshole is healed, your pussy will become sick.”

I tilted the candle slightly, letting a fresh bead of wax form at the edge, the flame casting eerie shadows across her trembling body. ”So I need to seal your pussy with this wax,” I murmured, my voice a dark caress, ”to make sure the sickness won’t spread.”

My free hand slid lower, my fingers brushing against the soft folds of her pussy, my touch light but commanding. ”It’s the only way to completely heal you, Mother Ada.”

Ada’s breath hitched, her chest rising and falling in shallow, desperate gasps as her eyes darted between the flickering candle and my face. Her body was a contradiction—trembling with fear, yet her thighs quivered with something far darker, something she couldn’t admit.

”Hmmmm...” she whimpered, her voice barely more than a broken sigh, her hips lifting just slightly off the bed, as if her body was already offering itself up despite the protests dying on her lips.

And then I saw it.

A thick, shameful gush of liquid seeped from her pussy, her arousal betraying her. The scent of her—musky, sweet, and obscenely wet—filled the air, her pubic hairs glistening with her own slickness. I didn’t hesitate.

My fingers dug into the damp curls, scrubbing roughly, spreading her juices over her swollen lips. ”Ruth, we have to hurry up,” I growled, my voice a dark purr. ”Mother Ada’s pussy is already showing signs of sickness, Mother.” My fingers pressed harder, grinding against her clit, making her gasp.

Ada’s face flushed crimson, her lips parting in a silent moan, her body arching into my touch. ”N-no...” she lied, but her pussy pulsed, another rush of fluid dripping down her ass crack, pooling beneath her.

I turned to Ruth, my voice sharp with command. ”Spread her thighs. Hold her down.”

Ruth nodded obediently, her own breath uneven as she crawled forward, her hands pressing against Ada’s trembling knees. She forced Ada’s legs apart, wide and obscene, exposing her glistening, dripping pussy to the air. Ada whimpered, her body squirming, but Ruth’s weight pinned her in place, her fingers digging into Ada’s flesh.

”Good girl,” I murmured to Ruth, before turning my attention back to Ada.

The candle tilted in my hand, a thick bead of molten red wax forming at the edge. Ada’s eyes locked onto it, her breath coming in panicked, needy gasps. ”D-Dexter, please—” she begged, but her voice was weak, her body already arching toward the inevitable.

The first droplet fell.

PLINK.

Ada’s body jerked violently as the scalding wax struck her swollen, sensitive pussy lips. ”AAAAAH—FUCK!” she screamed, her back arching off the bed, her fingers clawing at the sheets.

The wax seared her skin, the heat branding her, but beneath the pain, something else flared—something shameful, needy, and obscene. Her pussy clenched, another rush of fluid gushing out, mixing with the wax as it hardened.

”Ohhhh, it burns,” she moaned, her voice breaking, her hips bucking helplessly. The wax dripped again, this time landing right on her clit. ”NGHHHH—!” Ada shrieked, her body convulsing, her pussy dripping like a broken faucet. The wax cooled quickly, sealing itself to her skin, but the stinging pleasure lingered, making her whimper and writhe.

”Not enough,” I murmured, my cock throbbing painfully at the sight of her. I needed more. I needed her sealed.

”Ruth,” I ordered, my voice rough. ”Sit on her.”

Ruth hesitated for only a second before straddling Ada’s stomach, her ass pressing down, spreading Ada’s legs even wider. Ada gasped, her body stretched obscenely, her pussy fully exposed, her pubic hairs matted with wax and her own shameful juices.

The candle tilted again.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

The wax fell in thick, molten rivulets, each droplet sizzling as it struck Ada’s swollen, dripping cunt. ”AAAAAH! FUCK! IT’S TOO MUCH—!” Ada screamed, her body jerking wildly, her pussy gushing with every searing drop.

The wax pooled over her lips, sealing her slit, the red hue glowing against her flushed skin. Her pubic hairs stuck to the hardening wax, trapped in the glossy, crimson mess, her pussy lips swollen and glistening beneath the thick, cooling seal.

”It’s done,” I growled, my fingers tracing the hardened edge of the wax, pressing just enough to make Ada’s body jerk.

I traced my fingers along the hardened wax seal over Ada’s pussy, feeling the residual heat beneath it, the way her body still trembled under my touch. ”Your pussy’s sealed, Mother,” I murmured, my voice rough with dark satisfaction, ”No sickness can get in now.”

My gaze shifted to Ruth, who was still catching her breath, her lips glistening with Ada’s juices. ”Now,” I said, my voice dropping into a tone of cold command, ”all we have to do is... heal her asshole.”

Ruth nodded silently, her eyes flickering with a mix of nervous anticipation and twisted excitement. She shifted off Ada, her body sliding away to reveal Ada beneath her—covered in a sheen of sweat, her skin flushed crimson, her chest heaving with ragged breaths.

Ada’s face was bright red, her lips parted and swollen as she panted, her chest heaving with ragged breaths. Her eyes were glazed, a mix of exhaustion and something far more needy—something that made her thighs quiver and her pussy twitch beneath the wax seal.

The red wax over her cunt glistened under the dim light, her pubic hairs matted into it, her juices still leaking around the edges, thick and obscene. The scent of her—musky, sweet, and shamefully wet—filled the air, making my cock throb painfully in my pants.

Ruth’s voice was soft but trembling as she leaned closer, her fingers brushing against Ada’s sweat-slicked shoulder. ”Mother... are you okay?”

Ada nodded weakly, her breath hitching as she tried to steady herself. ”Y-yes...” she whispered, but her voice was thin, broken, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of pain and pleasure.

I wasn’t satisfied.

I wanted more.

I wanted to see her break.

”Mother Ada,” I ordered, my voice sharp and commanding. ”Show me your asshole.”