Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 498: Peter’s Personal Hell

A slow, mocking chuckle clawed its way up my throat as I turned my gaze to Peter. His face was a wreck—swollen eyes, trembling lips, sweat and tears mixing in the hollows of his cheeks. He looked like a man who had already died inside, but I wasn’t done with him yet.

"Don’t worry, Peter," I purred, my voice dripping with sadistic amusement. "This is just the beginning." I leaned in closer, my breath hot against his ear. "By the time I’m done with you, you’ll beg for death. And when you do... I’ll laugh in your face."

His breath hitched, his body going rigid. "Y-You can’t—"

"I can." I cut him off, my fingers tightening around the magical tool in my pocket—the one that bound him to the System, the one that made him nothing more than a plaything. "And I will."

I turned away from him, my attention shifting to Helena. She was still sprawled on the floor, her body a trembling, spent mess. Her legs were splayed, her asshole gaping, still glistening with the mix of her squirt and my cum. Her chest heaved with ragged breaths, her fingers twitching weakly against the cold floor.

"Get up," I ordered, my voice sharp.

She whimpered but obeyed, her movements slow and unsteady as she pulled her ruined panties back up her thighs, the fabric clinging to her skin. Her hands shook as she fastened her bra, her swollen lips parting in a silent gasp when the fabric brushed against her over-sensitive pussy.

I watched her with dark satisfaction, my own clothes slipping back into place with effortless precision.

Then, I reached into my pocket and pulled out the tool.

It pulsed in my hand, a glowing, arcane device humming with raw power. Peter’s eyes locked onto it, his face draining of what little color it had left.

"N-No..." he stammered, scrambling backward, his heels digging into the floor. "Dexter, please—don’t—"

I lunged.

My hand closed around his throat, my fingers pressing into his windpipe just enough to cut off his air. His eyes bulged, his fingers clawing at my wrist, his legs kicking uselessly. With my other arm, I yanked Helena against me, her back pressing into my chest. She let out a surprised yelp, her body still aching and sensitive from the brutal pleasure I’d wrung from her.

"Hold on, Helena," I murmured, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. "This is going to hurt."

And then—

I activated the God Speed.

The world shattered.

A deafening roar filled my ears as reality tore open, the air itself screaming as the portal ripped through time. Colors bled into streaks, the ground vanishing beneath our feet as we were hurled backward—not just through space, but through millennia.

Helena screamed, her fingers digging into my arm, her body convulsing against mine. Peter’s eyes rolled back, his consciousness flickering as the temporal shift overwhelmed him. His limbs jerked spasmodically, his mouth opening in a silent scream as the forces of time warped around us.

And then—

We landed.

The moment right after I had disappeared from this timeline—the moment I had left behind only chaos and fear. The air was thick with the scent of earth and smoke, the distant roars of wild beasts echoing through the dense, untamed forest. The primitive settlement sprawled before us—crude huts made of wood and hide, flickering torches casting long, dancing shadows, the low murmur of a people who had never seen anything like us.

Helena’s legs gave out the instant I released her, her body crumpling into the dirt with a choked gasp. "W-Where the hell are we?!" she choked out, her voice raw, her hands clawing at the ground as if trying to anchor herself to reality. Peter stumbled beside her, his breath coming in ragged, panicked bursts, his eyes wild with terror.

"Where the FUCK are we?!" he screamed, his voice cracking. "Dexter, you sick FREAK—WHAT DID YOU DO?!"

I ignored him, my gaze already scanning the settlement for her.

And then I saw her.

Lisa.

She stood near the entrance of the largest hut, her dark eyes locking onto mine with unnerving precision. A slow, knowing smile curved her lips—she didn’t need words. She understood.

I dragged Peter forward by the scruff of his neck, my fingers digging into his skin as I slammed him onto the ground at Lisa’s feet. He groaned, spitting out dirt as he tried to push himself up, but my boot pressed down on his back, pinning him like the worthless insect he was.

"Lisa," I said, my voice calm, commanding. "Throw him in the laboratory. I want him broken. I want him begging for a death I won’t give him."

Lisa’s smile widened, her gaze flicking to Peter with cold, clinical amusement. "Yes, Boss."

She snapped her fingers, and two of her subordinates—massive, primitive men clad in animal hides and bone jewelry—stepped forward. Their muscles rippled as they grabbed Peter by the arms, hauling him up as he thrashed and screamed.

"NO! LET ME GO!" he howled, his voice hoarse with terror. "THIS GUY—DEXTER—HE KIDNAPPED ME! I HAVE MONEY! I CAN PAY YOU! JUST LET ME GO!"

The men didn’t flinch. They dragged him away, his pleas dissolving into the distance, his voice growing fainter as they pulled him toward the laboratory—a dark, foreboding structure made of stone and wood, its entrance guarded by torches that cast flickering, demonic shadows.

I turned my attention back to Helena.

She was still on her knees, her body shaking, her eyes wide with shock as she took in the unfamiliar surroundings. The primitive huts, the distant sounds of beasts, the smell of smoke and earth—it was nothing like the world she knew.

I reached down and pulled her to her feet, my grip firm but not cruel. She flinched, her breath hitching as she stared up at me, her mind racing with questions.

"Welcome to the Stone Age, Helena," I said, my voice a dark caress. "From now on, this is your home."

Her lips parted, her voice barely a whisper. "W-What...?"

I cupped her face, my thumb brushing over her bottom lip. "Don’t worry," I murmured. **"I won’t treat you badly. You’ll be safe here. You’ll be... " I leaned in closer, my lips almost touching hers. "Mine."

Her breath hitched, her eyes searching mine as if trying to decipher whether this was another layer of torment or a twisted form of mercy. I didn’t give her time to dwell on it.

Turning to Lisa, I nodded. "Help her settle in. Explain the rules."

Lisa bowed her head. "Of course, Boss." She stepped forward, her hand extending toward Helena. "Come with me. You’ll need to learn how things work here."