Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 345: Mira’s Husband: Jack

The clearing erupted into chaos as the pilot struggled to sit up, his face pale but alive, his eyes flickering with recognition as they landed on Mira, Bill, and Nicole. Before he could say anything, Mira let out a choked scream, her voice breaking with relief and disbelief.

Bill and Nicole also yelled " Dad.. "

They ran to him and hugged him.

"Jack... is that really you?!" Mira sobbed, her hands trembling as she clutched his arms, her eyes filled with tears.

Bill and Nicole hovered beside her, their faces pale but relieved, their voices overlapping in a chaotic reunion.

Bill murmured, his voice cracking. "We thought—"

"I knew you’d be safe," Jack replied, his voice hoarse but firm. He pulled them closer, his gaze flickering over the rest of the group, his expression darkening as he took in their desperate faces.

But the moment of relief was short-lived.

Jason stepped forward, his arms crossed, his voice sharp and accusatory. "Okay, family reunion’s over," he scoffed, his tone mocking.

"Now tell us—what the hell is going on?" His eyes narrowed, suspicious. "Is this some kind of government experiment? Or are we just guinea pigs in some sick game?"

Jack exhaled, running a hand through his hair, his face grave. "I wish I knew," he admitted, his voice rough.

"The rift opened out of nowhere—no warning, no explanation." He paused, his gaze darkening. "We tried sending drones in, probes, anything to get information... but nothing ever came back."

Lena asked, " So are we all trapped here?"

Jack shook his head, his expression pained. "The rift pulled you all in before we even knew what was happening."

He gestured toward the closed rift, the air still humming with residual energy. "By the time we realized what was going on, it was too late."

"And now?" Megan demanded, her voice cutting through the murmurs. "What do you know?"

Jack hesitated, his gaze flickering to Mira before locking onto the group. "If my guess is correct..." he started, his voice hesitant, "we’re not in our time anymore." He paused, letting the words sink in.

"The dust particles around the rift... the readings we got before it closed..." He exhaled, his shoulders slumping. "This is 10,000 B.C."

The clearing erupted.

"WHAT?!" Jason roared, his voice cracking with disbelief.

"How is this even POSSIBLE?!" Lena cried, her hands flying to her mouth.

"Are you serious?!" Raj laughed, his voice hysterical. "Time travel?! Dinosaurs?! What next—cavemen?!"

"This is bullshit!" someone else yelled, their voice lost in the chaos.

Megan pushed through the crowd, her face pale, her voice firm. "Did you bring anything?" she demanded, her eyes locked onto Jack. "Supplies? Weapons? Anything we can use?"

Jack shook his head, his expression grim.

"When the government realized the rift was closing, they made a decision." His voice was low, bitter.

"They didn’t want to risk sending anyone else in. They didn’t know what was beyond it—what dangers, what threats. So they sealed it off. They wrote us all off as lost."

A wave of outrage rippled through the group.

"They just LEFT us?!" Lena snapped, her voice trembling with fury. "They didn’t even TRY to save us?!"

"They didn’t care!" Jason growled, his fists clenching at his sides. "We were just expendable to them!"

Jack’s jaw tightened. "They assumed you were all dead. They closed the case. No rescue. No help. Nothing." His voice cracked slightly, the weight of his words pressing down on the clearing like a physical force.

Mira’s eyes burned with a mix of anger and despair. "And you? You hijacked a plane and came in here anyway?" Her voice was raw, trembling.

Jack met her gaze, unflinching. "I wasn’t going to leave you here. Not without knowing for sure."

He exhaled sharply, his shoulders slumping slightly. "I stole one of their planes easily using my identity as a military pilot. I knew the risks. I knew I might not make it. But I had to try. "

"You could have DIED!" Nicole cried, her voice breaking. "What good would that have done for us?!"

"I had to try," Jack repeated, his voice firm despite the exhaustion in his eyes. "I couldn’t just let them write you off like you never existed."

The survivors stood in stunned silence, the reality of Jack’s words sinking in. The government had abandoned them. Left them to die in a time they didn’t belong in. And Jack—he had risked everything to find them.

A stunned silence followed.

"What?" Lena snapped, her face flushing with rage. "Those sons of bitches—how could they do this to us?!"

"They left us here?!" Jason growled, his fists clenching. "They didn’t even try to save us?!"

Paul stepped forward, his voice calm but urgent. "So... what are we supposed to do now?"

The group grumbled, their faces twisted in anger. "Great," one of the men spat, "so he didn’t bring anything?" His voice was bitter. "Now we’ve got another mouth to feed!"

"Another mouth?!" Mira whirled on him, her eyes burning. "This is my husband! He risked his life to find us!"

"Risked his life?" Jason scoffed, "He crashed a plane! What good is that to us?!"

"He came for us!" Nicole shouted, her voice trembling. "He didn’t have to do that!"

"Didn’t have to?" Lena snapped, "Oh, forgive me for not clapping! He showed up empty-handed! What good is sentiment when we’re starving?!"

"You ungrateful—" Mira started, but Jack raised a hand, silencing her.

"They’re right," he said, his voice low, rough. "I didn’t bring supplies." He paused, his gaze sweeping over the group. "But I did bring information." His expression hardened. "And hope."

"Hope?!" Jason laughed, his voice mocking. "We need food, not hope!"

"The government thinks we’re dead," Megan said, her voice cold. "So what good is hope?"

Jack met her gaze, unyielding. "Because the rift opened once," he replied. "It can open again."

The clearing fell silent.

"You mean..." Paul started, his voice hesitant.

Jack nodded. "There’s a chance." His voice was firm. "A small one. But it’s there."

The group exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of skepticism and flickering hope.

"Or we’re stuck here forever," Lena muttered, her voice bitter.

"Or we find a way to survive," Jack replied, his tone final.

I leaned against the tree, arms crossed, amused. "Well," I murmured, my voice low, dark, "isn’t this just getting better?"

Angela grinned, her eyes gleaming. "Time travel, government conspiracies, and now hope?" she mocked, "What’s next—aliens?"

Lisa chuckled, shaking her head. "At this point, I wouldn’t rule it out."

The survivors stood in stunned silence, the weight of Jack’s words hanging over them like a storm cloud.

10,000 B.C.

No way home.

No help is coming.

And now?

They were truly, completely alone.

But hope—fragile, flickering—was there.

And I?

I was waiting to see who’d break first.