Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 445: Megan’s Black Lace Expose

Angela walked forward, her movements bare and unhurried, as she retrieved the firearm I had let fall to the ground. With calm, expert precision, she inspected the chamber before casually leveling the barrel at Camilla’s forehead.

"Make another move," she remarked sweetly, "and I shall scatter your brains across the floor. Our Master might eventually find it in his heart to forgive you. I, however, will not."

Mira pressed Nicole against her body, effectively shielding her daughter’s gaze from the gore, Drake’s severed limbs, and the threatening weapon.

"Keep your eyes shut, my child," Mira murmured, her voice trembling. "Look at nothing. Just focus on your breathing."

Nicole remained in a state of shattered shock, yet she complied, clutching onto her mother tightly.

I crouched down until I was face-to-face with Megan, allowing the steel barrel to tap rhythmically and gently against her cheek.

"Look at me," I commanded.

Megan’s eyes darted to mine, wide with a mixture of intense fury and overwhelming terror.

"You made a poor choice," I said in a soft, steady tone. "You could have been part of our sanctuary. You could have been warm, nourished, and secure. Instead, you chose a weapon and sided with him." I gestured vaguely toward Drake’s limp, bloodied form. "Behold him. Observe the inevitable consequence of threatening those who belong to me."

A sharp gasp escaped Megan’s lips, hot tears spilling over her lashes.

"Please..." she whispered. "And the children... what of Paul? They will starve without my help..."

I rose to my feet with slow, deliberate motions.

"Then show me proper reverence," I replied. "Lower yourself to your knees, just as Camilla has. Demonstrate your remorse. Prove to me that you are willing to embrace any penance to earn my mercy."

Megan stared at me, silent and paralyzed by horror.

Camilla’s sobs grew more desperate as her forehead remained pressed against the stained stone floor.

"Master... I beg you..." she whimpered. "I was wrong. My betrayal was inexcusable. Punish me as you see fit. Use me. Anything you desire. I am yours."

Lisa tightened her grasp on Megan’s wrists, applying just enough pressure to elicit a sharp gasp from the officer.

"Beg," Lisa ordered. "Or I shall begin shattering your fingers one by one."

Megan’s shoulders quivered before finally slumping in defeat.

She dropped to her knees slowly, her head bowed in submission.

"I am... I am so sorry," she whispered, her voice cracking. "I was foolish. I should never have come here... I only wanted to protect them. Please... stop the violence. I will... I will do whatever you ask. Just please, forgive me."

I observed her, then turned my gaze to Camilla and back to the unconscious Drake.

A slow, cold, and triumphant smile touched my lips.

"Very good," I stated softly. "Now, we can have a productive conversation."

Lisa and Angela exchanged expressions of dark satisfaction.

Mira continued to hold Nicole close, maintaining her protective barrier.

I turned my attention to Angela—who remained unclothed, her skin shimmering in the dim lamp light, her eyes alight with the vestige of violence—and spoke with a composure that echoed through the cavernous room.

"Angela, attend to our guest," I said, gesturing to the restrained officer. "Did she do anything to stop this? Even with a weapon in her hand, she stood idly by while Drake threatened violence against my women. Now, let us see who can offer her salvation. Rend her garments."

Megan’s expression collapsed instantly, tears streaming down her face the moment my decree was issued.

"No... please, no..." she sobbed, her body writhing in a futile attempt to escape Lisa’s iron-like grip. "I apologize... please, release me... I never meant for this... I never wanted any of this to happen..."

Angela descended upon her with a slow, predatory grace, her bare feet making no sound on the stone surface. She reached out, her fingers digging firmly into the collar of Megan’s partially unbuttoned uniform shirt.

With a single, vicious tug, the fabric shrieked as it tore open, exposing her front.

Her simple black lace bra was revealed, stretched taut over her heaving bosom. Her nipples were already hardening, pressed urgently against the thin material, betraying the heat pulsing between her legs despite her tears.

A panicked gasp escaped Megan’s throat. She attempted to shield herself with her hands, but Lisa wrenched her arms behind her back, forcing her chest to remain exposed.

Angela did not falter.

She seized the waistband of Megan’s trousers, her fingers hooking into the belt loops, and ripped downward with raw strength. The zipper gave way, and the seams burst. The officer’s cotton panties were brought to light—visibly damp at the crotch—followed by the curve of her toned thighs and the dark, groomed triangle above her swollen, sensitive core.

Megan let out a raw, humiliated cry, desperately crossing her legs and covering herself with trembling hands.

"No—I beg you—stop!" she wept, her body shaking violently.

I observed her suffering with unwavering intensity.

The white-hot rage that had consumed me moments earlier—the cold fury sparked by Drake’s threats—had cooled into a faint, detached pity.

I signaled with my hand.

"Angela, withdraw."

Angela ceased her movements instantly, her fingers still caught in the ruined cloth, before releasing Megan with a sigh of disappointment. She retreated, her gaze still hungry, yet perfectly obedient.

Megan looked up at me, sobbing and disoriented, her hands still desperately cradling her nudity as she crouched in the position Lisa’s hold forced her to maintain.

I approached her with measured steps and retrieved a thick wool blanket from a nearby resting place. I gave it a shake and draped it over her shuddering frame, tucking the edges around her shoulders like a protective shroud.

Megan flinched initially, anticipating further aggression, then stood perfectly still as the warmth of the wool touched her skin.

She lifted her gaze, her eyes bloodshot and raw.

I shook my head, my expression now soft and laced with genuine regret.

"I apologize," I said quietly. "It was merely... my anger. I was furious. He threatened my women—my family. I momentarily lost my restraint."

Megan blinked, tears clinging to her lashes, her reply barely audible.

"You... you are offering an apology?"

I crouched down so we were eye-level once more, keeping my tone low and composed.

"I have no desire to force anyone against their will," I claimed. "Do you truly believe me to be that type of monster? If I were, why did I not take these women by force the moment I arrived? Why did I not simply seize what I desired? I have always offered terms. Trade. Consent. Safety in exchange for loyalty. That is all I have ever requested."

Camilla, who still knelt in the blood, her hands stained and her dress soaked, looked up with an incredulous expression.

"And what of me?" she choked out, her voice raw with grief and resentment. "Did you not coerce me? You commanded me to call you Master... you handled me... struck me... forced me to beg..."

I met her gaze with an undisturbed, calm demeanor.

"Reflect upon it with honesty," I replied. "It was you who insisted upon your own submission. You fled to me. You pleaded to serve. You knelt before I even issued a request. I forced nothing upon you. It was your choice to spy, to betray, and to guide them here. You arrived with a heart filled with malice toward those I protect. I merely accepted what you offered."

Camilla’s eyes burned with fury, her tears mixing with the blood drying on her cheeks.

"You had no right to maim him like that..." she whispered, shuddering. "How could you... to sever his hands... He is my husband... the father of my children..."

I shook my head, my decision final.

"I will not show leniency to him," I said coldly. "He challenged my boundaries. Angela, Lisa, Mira, and Nicole are my women. My family. Any individual who dares to even contemplate causing them harm—or who utters a threat in their direction—will face total destruction. I offer no hesitation and no mercy."

Camilla sobbed, broken and defeated, as her head fell back down to the blood-slicked stone. Megan watched me in silence, clutching the blanket to her torn clothing as the tears continued to flow.