Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 494: Helena’s Embarrassed Submission

I slowly pulled my finger out of Helena’s tight asshole with a wet, obscene sound. The warm, silky walls clenched around my digit as if reluctant to let go.

Without hesitation, I brought the glistening finger to my mouth, locked eyes with her, and licked it clean — savoring the musky, intimate taste of her most private hole right in front of her husband.

Helena’s face burned crimson with embarrassment.

Then I cupped the back of her head and pulled her into a deep, possessive kiss. My tongue invaded her mouth, and I deliberately let a thick strand of saliva — mixed with the taste of her own ass — drip from my tongue into hers. I made sure she swallowed it, forcing her to taste herself while I claimed her mouth completely.

When I finally broke the kiss, a thin string of spit still connected our lips.

I brought my hand down hard on her plump ass again — a loud, sharp slap that echoed through the room.

SMACK!

Helena yelped and moaned at the same time, her body jolting in my arms. "Aaah...! Don’t... hit it too hard... It stings..."

Her voice came out breathy and shy, a mix of protest and unwilling arousal. She buried her face against my chest, clearly mortified that she had moaned so shamelessly while her husband was forced to watch.

Peter, trapped in the metal restraints, couldn’t even turn his head. His eyes were locked helplessly on the scene, burning with rage and humiliation. His voice came out as a venomous snarl, hoarse from screaming earlier.

"You bitch... You filthy slut, Helena! How can you moan like that for him?! After everything we’ve been through?! You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?! You disgusting whore!"

I glanced at Peter with a cold, amused smile, then turned back to Helena. I gently lifted her chin with my fingers so she had no choice but to look into my eyes.

"You don’t have to worry about him anymore," I said softly, my voice calm but dripping with dark promise. "He will not live to see another day. By the time the sun rises, Peter will be nothing but a bad memory."

Helena’s eyes widened in genuine shock. Her body stiffened in my arms as the weight of my words sank in. She had just seen me survive bullets to the face and chest.

She had watched me casually break Peter’s legs and trap him in impossible restraints like it was nothing. The casual way I spoke about ending her husband’s life made her realize just how powerless she — and everyone else — truly was in front of me now.

For a moment, fear and disbelief warred on her face. Her lips parted, but no words came out at first. She glanced nervously at Peter, then back at me, swallowing hard.

"You... you’re really going to kill him?" she whispered, voice trembling. But even as she asked, the shock in her eyes slowly gave way to reluctant acceptance. She had seen my power. She knew resistance was pointless.

After a long, heavy pause, Helena gave a small, hesitant nod.

"...Okay," she breathed, her voice barely audible. "If that’s what you want... I won’t stop you. Just let me go... I really don’t have anything to do with hurting you before."

Peter’s face twisted with pure fury and terror. Even immobilized, he tried to thrash against the steel trap, his muscles straining uselessly.

"You crazy motherfucker!" he roared, spitting with rage. "You think you can just walk in here and kill me?! Helena, you stupid bitch — are you really going to let him do this?! After all the years we’ve been together?! Say something, you coward! Fight back!"

I ignored his desperate yelling completely. My hand remained possessively on Helena’s ass, gently rubbing the spot I had just slapped as I leaned down to whisper against her ear.

"Good girl. From now on, you belong to me. Completely. No more fear. No more Peter. Only me."

Helena shivered in my arms, her body caught between lingering fear and the strange, growing heat my touch was slowly awakening deep inside her. Her breathing was shallow and uneven, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson as conflicting emotions warred inside her — shame, terror, and an undeniable spark of forbidden arousal.

I cupped her face gently but firmly with one hand, forcing her to meet my eyes. My voice was low, calm, yet dripping with dark possession and command.

"Don’t worry, Helena. I promise I won’t hurt you... as long as you behave like the good little slut I know you can be. But from now on, you are my property. My personal cock-sleeve. My holes to use whenever and however I want." I leaned closer, my lips brushing her ear as I continued, my tone turning filthy and authoritative.

"Now be a good girl and please me. Drop to your knees and show your pathetic husband exactly who satisfies you better. I remember how desperate and frustrated you used to be... how Peter’s tiny dick could never scratch that deep, aching itch inside your greedy pussy and ass. That’s why you invited me over that night, isn’t it? Because your slutty little holes needed a real man’s cock."

Helena’s face burned an even deeper shade of red. Shame and arousal mixed on her beautiful features, but the power I had displayed — the way I had survived bullets, broken Peter’s legs, and trapped him like an animal — had already broken something inside her.

She bit her lower lip, hesitated for only a heartbeat, then slowly sank to her knees in front of me like an obedient whore.

Her trembling fingers reached for my belt and zipper. With a soft metallic sound, she pulled my pants and underwear down in one eager motion.

The moment my thick, heavy cock sprang free, it swung heavily and slapped hard against her cheek with a loud, wet smack.

Helena gasped at the impact, her eyes widening in lustful hunger as she stared at the massive, veiny cock now resting against her face. The sheer size, the heat, the pulsing veins — it made her mouth water visibly.

Without waiting for another command, she became the slut I remembered. She leaned forward shamelessly, pressing her nose against the base of my cock and inhaling deeply — sniffing my heavy, masculine musk like a bitch in heat.

A soft, needy whimper escaped her lips. Then she parted her plump lips and sucked the swollen, leaking tip into her warm, wet mouth with a wet slurp.

"Mmmph... fuck, your cock is so much bigger than his..." she moaned around my thickness, the words muffled but clear enough for Peter to hear. Her tongue swirled hungrily around the head, lapping up the precum as she started bobbing her head with increasing slutty enthusiasm.