Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

As my cock pounded into her asshole, her body convulsed, her pussy clenching with a force that sent a violent spurt of her fluids squirting out, mixing with her piss, soaking the horse beneath her. Her breath exploded in a sharp, desperate cry, her body trembling as her orgasm crashed over her, her asshole milking my cock, her pussy dripping with her release.

"Aaaaaaaah—! D-Dexter—! I'm cumming—! I'm pissing—! I'm such a filthy slut—!" Her voice was a shattered scream, her body arching as her orgasm ruined her, her asshole clenching around my cock, her pussy squirting with her release.

I chuckled darkly, my cock still buried in her asshole, my voice a velvet taunt in her ear. "That's right, Aunt Kerry," I growled, my fingers tightening on her hips, my thrusts slowing but not stopping, my cock grinding against her raw, used hole.

"You're pissing yourself like the worthless little slut you are." My lips brushed against her ear, my breath hot. "And you love it, don't you?"

Kerry's breath hitched, her body trembling with shame, her face burning as she felt the evidence of her humiliation, dripping down her thighs. "Y-Yes—! I-I love it—!" Her voice was a broken sob, her body convulsing as my cock pounded into her asshole, her asshole milking my cock, her pussy dripping with arousal.

Ravina had already dismounted, her sharp eyes flicking to Kerry for just a moment before she turned away, her lips curling into a knowing smirk. "Get off the horse," Ravina commanded, her voice sharp. "We have work to do."

Kerry's body trembled violently as I finally pulled out, my cock glistening with her fluids—her asshole gapingly red and swollen, her thighs slick with the shameful mix of piss and cum.

She whimpered as she tried to move, her legs weak and unsteady, her face burning with humiliation.

I smirked, my gaze sweeping over her broken body before I stepped down, my cock still hard, still throbbing with the need for more. Without a word, I reached up and lifted Kerry off the horse, her body trembling in my arms.

She tried to clench her thighs together, her face flushed crimson as she pressed her forehead against my chest, her breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps.

Sabina approached the horse, her sharp eyes flicking over its sweat-drenched flank, her fingers brushing against the wetness—Kerry's piss—soaking into the furs and dripping down the animal's side. But she didn't pay much attention to it. Instead, she turned away, her expression unreadable as she joined the other warriors.

Ravina's voice cut through the tension, sharp and commanding. "Dexter... come here."

I stepped away from Kerry, leaving her trembling and humiliated, her body still marked by the evidence of her ruin.

Ravina's gaze was cold, her voice dropping to a low, calculating murmur as I approached. "Where are they hiding now?"

I didn't answer with words. Instead, I pulled up the World Map, my eyes locking onto the pulsing red dots—Mitt, Ryan, Tusk, and the others.

They were close. Too close. A dark, cruel smirk curled my lips as an idea took root in my mind. "They're just ahead," I murmured, my voice a dark purr. "But I have a special plan for Mitt."

Ravina's eyebrows rose, her lips curling into a smirk as she caught the meaning in my tone. "Oh?" Her voice was a dark chuckle, her gaze flicking to Kerry, who still stood trembling nearby. "Do tell."

I leaned in, my voice a whisper. "Let's surround them. And when we do..." My smirk deepened, my gaze locking onto Ravina's. "Let Mitt see exactly what happens to the woman he abandoned."

Ravina's laughter was low and dark, her eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. "I like the way you think, Dexter."

We moved quickly, our horses fanning out in a wide arc, Ravina's warriors surrounding the area where Mitt and the others were hiding.

The forest was thick, the air heavy with tension, the only sounds the rustling of leaves and the distant snap of twigs beneath our horses' hooves.

And then—

"There!" Sabina's voice was sharp, her spear pointing toward a dense thicket where the red dots on my World Map pulsed like beacons.

We closed in, our horses forming a tight circle around the hiding men. Mitt, Ryan, Tusk, and the others were dragged out, their faces twisted in anger and disappointment as they realized they'd been caught again. Their protests were weak, their voices trembling with frustration as Ravina's warriors surrounded them, their spears pointed at their chests.

"Tie them up," Ravina commanded, her voice cold and unyielding.

Her warriors moved swiftly, ropes lashing around the men's wrists, their ankles bound tightly as they were forced to their knees.

Mitt's face was a mask of defeat, his gaze flicking between Ravina and me, his voice a broken whisper.

"Dexter... Kerry..." His eyes locked onto Kerry, who stood trembling beside me, her body still marked by shame. "I'm sorry..." His voice cracked, his head bowing in humiliation. "We couldn't protect you... or save you..."

Ravina's laughter was sharp and mocking, her voice dripping with disdain. "Didn't you want to run away without thinking of your woman and family?" Her gaze swept over the captured men, her lips curling into a cruel smirk. "Just to save your own life... like a coward?"

Mitt's face twisted in shame, his head dropping as the weight of her words crushed him. He had no response. There was no response.

Ravina turned her gaze to Ryan, her voice a dark taunt. "Your woman, Hina, is serving me like a slave."

Ryan's face paled, his voice trembling as he looked up at her. "What are you going to do with us...?"

Ravina's smirk was cold, her voice a velvet growl. "Oh, Ryan..." She stepped closer, her spear tapping against his chest, her gaze sweeping over the bound men. "You'll wish you'd never run."

The men's faces twisted in fear, their bodies trembling as Ravina's warriors tightened the ropes around their wrists, their ankles bound so tightly they couldn't move. Tusk let out a sharp, pained hiss as the ropes bit into his skin, his voice a desperate growl. "You can't do this!"

Ravina's laughter was dark and mocking, her voice a sharp command. "Oh, we can." Her gaze flicked to me, her smirk deepening.