Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 527: Whipping Selena Before Linda

"How dare you do this to my daughter?! Release us this fucking instant, or I will destroy you! The FBI is already on standby. One missed check-in, and they’ll swarm this place like locusts."

"The government will hunt you down like the rabid animal you are! You’ll lose everything—your power, your freedom, your life! I have connections at the highest levels. Senators. Directors. They’ll bury you so deep you’ll wish you were never born!"

Her heavy breasts bounced with every furious movement, nipples rock-hard against the lace. Sweat trickled down her cleavage as she leaned forward, eyes blazing with maternal fury.

"I don’t care what sick games you’re playing with your boy toy," she spat, shooting a disgusted glance at me and the obvious wet bulge in my pants.

"Touch my daughter, and I will personally make sure you die screaming. Let us go, or mark my words—you and everyone who works for you will burn. This isn’t a threat, it’s a fucking promise!"

Diana stood there, still holding my hand, letting their combined rage wash over her. The contrast was electric: two beautiful, nearly-naked women—mother and daughter—stripped down to their bras and panties, helpless yet burning with uncontrollable fury.

Diana finally spoke, her voice low and dangerously calm, cutting through the furious silence like a blade. "Such fire... even when you’re both half-naked and chained like animals."

She squeezed my hand tighter, then boldly cupped the soaked, throbbing bulge in my pants right in front of them. Her fingers gave my aching cock a slow, possessive stroke through the damp fabric, making it twitch visibly. "Keep making threats," she said softly, a dark smile playing on her lips. "It only makes me want to break you both slower."

Linda and Selena glared at her with pure hatred, their chests heaving, breasts straining against their lace bras with every angry breath.

Diana leaned in close to my ear, her lips brushing my skin as she whispered so only I could hear, "Look at them, Dexter. So angry... so helpless... and still begging for punishment."

She straightened, her expression shifting into something colder, more vicious. "Grace."

Grace stepped forward instantly from the doorway. "Yes, Boss."

"Put them both in the same room," Diana ordered. "Keep Linda bound to the chair. Hang Selena from the ceiling — arms stretched high, legs locked wide apart in bracelets. I want her completely helpless and on display."

Grace nodded without hesitation. "Right away."

Diana’s eyes darkened further. "Also, get my whip. The long black one." A cruel edge entered her voice. "I’d like to see how tough this bitch’s skin is. They dared to threaten my Dexter."

I felt a jolt of surprise at the raw anger in her tone. This wasn’t just calculated dominance — this was personal. I leaned in quickly and whispered against her ear, "You... don’t have any weird hobbies, right? Tell me... do you like spanking or whipping?"

Diana didn’t blush. She didn’t look shy. Instead, she turned her head slightly, her dark eyes locking onto mine with burning intensity. Her voice dropped to a low, intimate murmur meant only for me.

"I don’t know," she admitted, the words brushing warm against my ear. "I’ve never tried anything like this before... So we’ll try it together."

The simple honesty in her voice, mixed with that unmistakable hunger, sent a fresh wave of heat straight to my cock.

Grace and two other subordinates moved efficiently. They unlocked the women’s restraints just enough to drag them into the larger central room.

Linda was forced back down onto a heavy steel chair, thick leather straps securing her wrists, ankles, and waist, pushing her heavy breasts forward obscenely. Her white lace panties were now visibly damp from a mix of sweat and unwilling arousal.

Selena fought harder, cursing the entire time, but it was useless. They raised her arms high above her head and locked her wrists into padded steel bracelets suspended from the ceiling.

Then they spread her long, toned legs wide and secured her ankles to floor anchors, leaving her hanging, stretched, and helpless in nothing but her black lace bra and panties. Her body was beautifully taut — full breasts lifted high, ribs visible with every furious breath, and the sheer fabric of her panties pulled tight against her pussy.

Both mother and daughter were now displayed together, one seated and strapped down, the other suspended and spread like an offering.

Diana’s whip — a long, sleek black leather riding crop with a braided tail — was brought to her on a silver tray. She picked it up slowly, flexing the supple leather between her fingers with clear fascination, testing its weight like a new, dangerous toy she was dying to play with.

She turned to me, eyes gleaming with dark hunger. "Stay right here beside me, Dexter." Her free hand slid down and cupped my still-soaked, throbbing cock, stroking it possessively through the wet fabric.

"Watch me break them... and then I want you to help me explore exactly how much I enjoy this."

Selena’s eyes widened in terror as she stared at the whip. "Let me go!" she screamed, yanking desperately at the steel bracelets holding her arms stretched high above her head. "What the fuck are you doing?! Don’t you dare! Don’t you fucking—"

THWACK!

Diana’s arm snapped forward without warning. The braided leather whip slashed viciously across Selena’s full, heaving tits.

The thin black lace bra offered zero protection. The braided tail ripped through the delicate fabric with a sharp, tearing sound, slicing both cups open in one brutal stroke.

The ruined bra fell apart instantly, hanging in tattered shreds from her shoulders as her round, perfect breasts spilled free.

Selena’s tits bounced heavily from the impact, firm and glistening under the harsh light. Two angry red welts bloomed instantly across her smooth olive skin, perfectly marking the soft, sensitive flesh. And there—completely exposed now—were her nipples.

Thick, dark brown, and shamefully stiff, they stood out hard and swollen, pointing upward like desperate little peaks begging for attention. The cool air hit them instantly, making them tighten even more, visibly throbbing with every frantic heartbeat.

A raw scream tore from Selena’s throat — but it quickly melted into a deep, involuntary moan.

"Ahhh— fuuuck!"

The sound was broken, husky, and far too sensual for someone who was supposed to be in pain. Her back arched hard in the suspension, pushing her freshly whipped tits forward as if offering them for more. Her long legs trembled in the wide spread, and a visible shiver ran through her entire body. A fresh rush of wetness darkened the crotch of her sheer black panties.