Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 451: Nicole’s Fiery Accusation

Instead, I shook my head—slow, almost disappointed—and reached down to pull my pants back up, tucking my still-hard cock away with deliberate care.

"Do you think you want it... and you’ll just get it?" I asked quietly, voice low and edged with cruel amusement.

"You don’t deserve it yet, slave. You have to earn it. Betraying me, spying for your pathetic husband, bringing a gun into my home... that’s not how good girls get fucked. That’s how they get punished."

Camilla’s breath hitched—shame and arousal warring on her face. I didn’t care whether she was acting or genuinely aching; the effect was the same. Her thighs pressed together instinctively—trying to ease the empty throb between them—but it only made more slick leak down her inner legs.

I turned and walked out of the cave without another word.

The moment I stepped into the fading daylight, I noticed Angela peeking around the edge of the entrance—naked, shameless, one hand idly circling her own nipple while she watched the scene inside with dark, hungry eyes.

Behind her—leaning against the nearest trees—Mira stood with Nicole tucked against her side, blanket still wrapped around the girl like armor. Lisa was beside them, arms crossed, expression hard. Megan was there too—blanket clutched tight around her torn clothes, face pale, eyes red-rimmed from crying.

Angela noticed me first. She coughed—dramatic, teasing—clearing her throat like she hadn’t just been watching her husband ruin another woman’s marriage.

"Is everything... done?" she asked, voice dripping with mock innocence, lips curling into a wicked smile.

I shrugged—casual, calm.

"Oh... I’ve stabilized Drake’s situation," I said. "He’ll live. For now."

My eyes slid to Megan—still covering herself with the blanket like it could shield her dignity. I chuckled softly.

"You didn’t run away," I observed, tilting my head. "Brave. Or stupid."

Megan looked at Lisa—then back at me—voice small and shaky.

"Do you think I don’t want to...?" she whispered. "I just... couldn’t leave them. Not after everything."

Before anyone could respond, Nicole’s voice cut through—sharp, angry, trembling with righteous fury.

"You’re a criminal..." she yelled, stepping out from Mira’s side, blanket slipping off one shoulder. "You... how could you do anything like that... to him... to anyone...?"

Her eyes were wide, furious—still red from crying—but burning now with accusation.

I met her gaze—calm, unflinching.

"You’re blaming me?" I asked quietly. "For saving you and your mother? Or do you want you and your mother to be raped by that Drake? Because that’s what he was threatening. Right in front of you. Right in front of everyone."

Nicole’s fiery temper flickered—then guttered out. Her shoulders slumped, voice dropping to a whisper.

"You... you didn’t have to be so cruel..." she said, almost pleading. "You could have just stopped him... without... without cutting off his hands..."

I shook my head—slow, almost gentle.

"You’re really dumb," I said—not unkindly. "Cruelty is the only language men like him understand. He didn’t listen to words. He didn’t listen to reason. He only understood pain. And now he’ll never forget it."

Mira stepped forward—arm around Nicole’s shoulders, pulling her close again.

"Nicole... that’s enough," she said softly but firmly. "Dexter is just trying to save us. And what do you think would happen if Dexter weren’t here to protect us? If Drake had gotten what he wanted? We’d be the ones bleeding. We’d be the ones broken. Dexter did what he had to. For us."

Nicole looked up at her mother—then at me—then at Megan—anger fading into something smaller, more confused.

Megan swallowed hard—blanket clutched tighter.

"It’s all my fault..." she whispered, voice cracking. "I should have stopped him sooner. I should have... I was weak. I’m sorry."

Lisa snorted—sharp, contemptuous.

"Shut up," she snapped. "Stop talking nonsense. We all saw and heard everything. Don’t act like you’re innocent. You’re worse than Drake. Hypocritical bitch—pointing a gun at us while pretending you’re the hero. At least he was honest about wanting to rape us. You hid behind ’justice.’"

Megan flinched—tears spilling fresh—but didn’t argue.

I exhaled—tired of the drama—and clapped my hands once.

"Okay," I said. "Let’s have that lunch we were due."

I turned and walked behind the nearest cluster of trees—out of sight for a moment.

With a thought, I opened the system storage—Pervert Points balance still healthy after the earlier windfall—and pulled out:

A large, steaming cheese pizza—extra cheese, golden crust, bubbling hot like it just came out of the oven. A bucket of crispy chicken fries—golden, perfectly seasoned, still sizzling. Four ice-cold bottles of Coke—condensation already beading on the glass.

All fresh from the System’s Supermarket Store—hot, cold, perfect.

I carried them back—arms loaded—setting everything down on a flat rock near the cave mouth.

Nicole and Megan stared—mouths open, eyes wide.

"How... how is this possible...?" Nicole whispered. "How did you get it hot...? It’s unbelievable..."

Mira, Angela, and Lisa just chuckled—already reaching for slices.

Camilla walked out then—having quickly pulled her ruined dress back into place, though it still clung to her curves, stained with blood and her own squirt. She looked exhausted and ashamed, but her eyes lit up at the sight of the food.

I beckoned her over.

"Come here, my slave," I said—voice calm but commanding. "Eat something. You need your energy... for what comes later."

Nicole muttered under her breath—"Pervert..."

Camilla stepped forward—hesitant, head bowed—and I handed her a portion of chicken fries and a cold Coke.

She took them with shaking hands—eyes flicking to Drake’s unconscious form inside the cave—then looked at me.

"Thank you... Master," she whispered.

I nodded toward the food.

"What are you waiting for?" I said to everyone. "Dig in."

Nicole was starving—she tore into the pizza like she hadn’t eaten in weeks, cheese stretching in long strings, cheeks bulging. She took a huge swig of Coke—burped loudly—then blushed bright red when everyone looked at her.

"What...?" she mumbled, wiping her mouth.

Everyone chuckled—soft, relieved—Mira ruffling her daughter’s hair.

"Mom didn’t lie to you," Mira said gently, smiling through her own tears. "You’re really safe with Dexter. And we will not be hungry anymore."

Nicole nodded—small, tentative—then took another huge bite.

I looked at Megan—still wrapped in the blanket, eyes red.

"Sorry," I said—almost gently. "I don’t have anything for thieves."

Megan gulped—visibly—then turned her face away, blanket clutched tighter.

Angela saw it—then stepped forward, holding out a slice of pizza and a small portion of fries.

"Here," she said—voice softer than usual. "Take it. We’re not as heartless as you."

Megan stared at the food—then at Angela—eyes filling with fresh tears.

"Thank you..." she whispered, voice breaking. "I’m sorry... for before... I just wanted to take some supplies and distribute them... to the other survivors... There are children there... so I was just clouded by judgment..."

She looked at me—hesitant—before reaching for the food.

Angela glanced at me—a silent plea in her eyes.

I nodded once—short, grudging.

Megan took the pizza—hands shaking—then ate slowly, tears dripping onto the crust.

Nicole watched her—then looked back at her own slice—anger gone, replaced by something quieter.

The cave mouth stayed open—Drake’s unconscious form still slumped inside.

But out here—on this rock in the fading light—we ate.

Pizza. Fries. Cold Coke.