Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 465: The Gun in Megan’s Hand

Camilla raised the gun with both hands—aiming straight at his forehead.

Megan and Hailey screamed at the same time.

"DON’T—!"

The gunshot cracked through the cave—sharp, final.

Drake’s head snapped back. A small, dark hole appeared in the center of his forehead. His eyes went wide for half a second—then rolled back. His body slumped sideways, collapsing into the pool of his own blood with a wet thud.

Camilla stood there—gun still raised, hands shaking, tears pouring down her face.

Megan’s voice broke into a raw sob.

"No... Camilla... what did you do...?"

Hailey covered her mouth—horrified, shaking.

Camilla dropped the gun. It clattered to the stone. She fell to her knees beside Drake’s body—staring at the hole in his forehead, at the blood slowly spreading beneath his head.

"I... I had to..." she whispered—voice hollow. "I had to..."

I walked over and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Good girl," I said quietly. "You made the right choice."

Then I looked at the remaining prisoners—Jack staring at Drake’s corpse with blank horror, the other survivors pale and silent.

"Take them away," I told the soldiers. "To the laboratory. Angela will decide what to do with them."

The female soldiers moved without hesitation—dragging the bound men away.

Jack started screaming as they pulled him away.

"You’ll pay for this! All of you! This isn’t over—!"

His voice faded as they disappeared into the darkness.

I turned to Megan and Hailey—both of them standing there, pale and trembling.

Megan’s voice was barely a whisper.

"You... you made her kill her own husband..."

I shrugged.

"She chose," I said simply. "Just like you will have to choose soon."

Hailey looked at me—eyes filled with pure terror and disgust.

"You’re... you’re evil..." she whispered.

I smiled.

"Maybe," I said. "But I’m the evil that keeps you alive."

The cave fell quiet again—except for Camilla’s soft, broken sobs as she knelt beside Drake’s body.

I looked at Angela and Lisa, both of them standing calm and composed beside me, their expressions carrying that familiar mix of amusement and quiet confidence.

Jack, still being dragged away by two female soldiers, twisted his head back and screamed with raw desperation, voice cracking:

"You will not get away with this! Our people will find us! They’ll come for us! You can’t just—"

I chuckled, cutting him off with a lazy wave of my hand.

"Oh? Do you mean those survivors back at the camp?" I asked, voice light and mocking. "Why don’t you ask Officer Megan what happened to them?"

Megan, who had been standing silently with Hailey, looked completely lost for a moment. Her face paled even further, eyes distant and haunted. When she finally spoke, her voice was hollow, barely above a whisper:

"They... are all dead..." she said, the words tasting like ash. "Dexter killed them all... every last one. Men... women... even the children... he shot them down like animals..."

The bound prisoners froze. Their faces drained of color. A low, terrified murmur rippled through them.

"Killed...?" one man whispered, voice trembling. "They’re all killed...? My family... my wife... my little girl... You monster... You devil..."

Another survivor—a woman in her thirties—started screaming, thrashing against her restraints:

"You killed the children?! You heartless bastard! They were innocent! They did nothing to you! How could you?! You’re not human—you’re a fucking demon!"

The protests grew louder, even though they were tightly bound. They shouted over each other, voices filled with grief, rage, and terror:

"You murdered babies! What kind of sick fuck does that?!"

"We were just trying to survive! You slaughtered us like dogs!"

"You’ll burn in hell for this! God will punish you!"

The female soldiers didn’t hesitate. They moved in with brutal efficiency—rifle butts slamming into ribs, knees, and faces. One man who kept screaming about "innocent children" received a vicious kick to the stomach that left him coughing blood. A woman who tried to lunge forward was backhanded so hard her lip split open.

I watched it all with a calm smile, then nodded once.

"Don’t worry," I said softly, voice carrying over their groans and cries. "Your fate will be much worse than theirs."

The soldiers dragged the entire group toward the far corner of the cave, zip ties tightening, bodies slamming against stone. One of them spoke into her comms unit:

"Base, this is the extraction team. Request immediate vehicle support for prisoner transport. Multiple hostiles secured. Over."

Suddenly, Megan—who had been standing quietly with Hailey—moved.

In one lightning-fast motion, she snatched Camilla’s discarded pistol from the ground, spun behind me, and pressed the cold barrel hard against the back of my head.

Nobody could have reacted in time. Even Lisa’s eyes widened in surprise.

Nicole gasped in panic—"Officer Megan... don’t... hurt him... please!"

Mira, Angela, Lisa, and all the female soldiers didn’t move. In fact, most of them had small, knowing smiles on their faces. They knew about my ability. They knew nothing could truly hurt me.

Megan’s voice was raw, shaking with desperation and rage:

"Let them all go... right now... otherwise I will kill your boss..."

The female soldiers looked at me, waiting for orders.

I simply said, "You guys do your thing. I will handle her."

Megan was breathing hard, gun pressed so tightly against my skull that I could feel the metal digging in.

"I will really kill you..." she hissed. "Ask your people to let them go... now!"

I chuckled—low, almost amused—and slowly turned around to face her, letting the gun barrel slide across my temple until it was pointed directly between my eyes.

"Why don’t you try to shoot and find out?" I said softly, staring straight into her terrified, furious eyes.

Megan’s hand shook violently. Anger, fear, and disbelief warred across her face.

"Stop playing around!" she yelled. "I am not kidding—I will kill you!"

I didn’t blink.

Megan shifted the aim slightly—down to my leg—and pulled the trigger.

BANG!

The gunshot echoed loudly inside the cave.

The bullet slammed into my thigh... and collapsed instantly, flattened like it had struck solid steel. It fell harmlessly to the ground with a tiny clink, leaving only a small hole in my pant leg.

I looked down at the ruined fabric and sighed with mock pity.

"Well... my new pants are ruined..."

Megan’s face went completely white. The gun slipped from her trembling fingers and clattered to the floor.

Camilla, Hailey, and even Nicole stared in stunned silence. Jack and the other bound survivors looked like they had just seen the impossible.

Camilla backed away slowly—eyes wide with terror—until her back hit the cave wall.

"No... no... how is this possible..." she whispered, voice breaking.

Megan collapsed to her knees—gun forgotten, body shaking uncontrollably.

"You... you’re really not human..." she breathed.

I looked down at her—then at the others—smiling calmly.

"Now," I said softly, "shall we continue our conversation?"

The cave was deathly quiet except for the faint drip of water and the ragged breathing of those who had just witnessed something that shattered every rule they thought they knew.