Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 463: No Escape from Karma

Bill slumped heavily, a torrent of relief overwhelming him until he nearly crumpled to the ground.

A slow, chilling smile spread across my face.

"But he has to do one thing for me first."

I met Bill's gaze squarely.

"Return out there," I instructed. "Announce that you've discovered the supplies. Assure them it's secure. Lead them all here. This marks your final opportunity."

Bill gaped at me before nodding desperately, already retreating toward the cave mouth.

"Yes—yes—thank you—I’ll do it—I swear—"

He whirled around and dashed off, vanishing into the shadowy woods.

I accessed the world map once more, tracking his red indicator racing through the branches—heading directly toward Jack and Drake’s band.

He wasn’t escaping.

He was submitting.

I glanced toward Mira and Nicole.

"They’re heading this way," I murmured softly. "Every last one."

Mira clutched her daughter even closer, her voice quivering.

"Please... don’t hurt them..." she whispered once more.

Nicole repeated the plea, new tears welling up.

"Please..."

I offered no reply.

Rather, I strode outdoors, Angela and Lisa positioned at my sides, Camilla following in the rear.

We stood in anticipation.

Shortly thereafter, firelight glimmered amid the trees anew.

Jack appeared first, pistol clutched and aimed my way. Following him came Drake—deprived of hands, his wrapped stumps steadied by two others—Bill, along with ten additional tattered survivors, equipped with blades, clubs, and a few makeshift wooden rods procured somehow.

They halted abruptly upon spotting me there, relaxed and prepared, with Angela and Lisa beside me.

Jack’s firearm remained firm, barrel directed at my torso. His trigger finger jerked slightly, knuckles pale, breaths escaping in quick, ragged gasps. He believed he held the advantage. He was wrong.

Lisa reacted in a flash, her form gliding like a specter to position herself between us. Her arm braced against my chest protectively, her own gun partially withdrawn. The warning rang clear: Fire if you dare? You’ll face me first.

I stayed composed. No need for otherwise.

For that’s when they appeared—two shapes bursting from the brush, boots thumping the soil, breaths harsh, cries laced with terror.

Megan and Hailey.

They erupted into the open space, sweat-slicked bodies shining, hair plastered to faces, bosoms rising and falling rapidly. Megan’s ripped blouse stuck to her, scalp encrusted with old blood from before. Hailey’s cheeks burned red, eyes frantic, mouth agape as she gulped air.

"Don’t—!" Megan shrieked, voice splintering, arms extended as though to shove us away. "DON’T GO IN THERE—IT’S A TRAP—RUN!"

Drake’s head whipped around, features contorting in enraged shock.

"Megan?!" he bellowed, sound reverberating through the woods. "HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET HERE?! HAILEY—DID YOU LET HER LOOSE?!"

Megan ignored him entirely. Her stare fixed on me, then Lisa, then the murky treeline beyond. She understood. Perfectly.

"IT’S NOT TIME FOR THIS!" she snapped, tone hoarse with dread. "RUN, YOU IDIOTS—RUN NOW—!"

Hailey staggered next to her, limbs quaking, breaths turning to sobs. "She’s right—!" she gasped. "They’re—they’re waiting—!"

Jack’s hold on his pistol wavered briefly. His gaze darted from Megan, to Hailey, to the cave opening. He paused.

That proved his initial error.

I remained still. Unnecessary to act.

I simply signaled Lisa with a nod.

She touched her earpiece, whispering in a frigid, lethal tone:

"Engage now."

Initially, mere specks of light pierced the gloom—small, twinkling glimmers. Then additional ones joined. And more. Scores of them, weaving through branches in flawless, coordinated motion.

Jack’s weapon trembled. "What the—?"

Drake peered hard, bandaged arms jerking. "Flashlights?" he snarled. "Who the hell—?"

The surrounding men stiffened, arms half-uplifted with weapons, straining to pierce the night. The shapes eluded them yet. Only lights, twirling, drawing nearer.

"Who’s there?!" one yelled, voice breaking.

"Show yourselves!" another demanded, clutching his rifle harder.

Megan’s breathing caught. She recognized it. Eyes bulging, form locking up. "No..." she murmured. "No, no, no—"

Hailey seized her arm, nails biting flesh. "Megan, what’s happening—?"

Megan stayed mute. Impossible to respond. Throat constricted, heart thundering.

Then—

The lights halted.

And the women emerged from the darkness.

The Soldiers Make Their Appearance

One instant, the woods lay deserted.

The next, they surrounded everything.

Female soldiers. Scores in number. Dressed in dark combat attire, night-vision devices lowered over eyes, rifles poised, crimson laser points marking torsos and brows alike.

Jack’s expression slackened. His pistol dropped with a clatter.

"WHAT THE FUCK—?!" he gasped, staggering backward. "SOLDIERS?!"

Drake’s exhale turned to a furious growl. "You bitch—!" he hurled at Megan, tone quaking with rage. "You led us into this—!"

Megan tuned him out. Her focus riveted on the guns, the multitude of barrels trained on them. Legs failed her. She dropped to knees, palms raised high, words a shattered murmur:

"Oh God..." she exhaled. "Oh God—"

Hailey tumbled down nearby, frame convulsing. "We’re dead..." she moaned. "We’re all dead—"

The men nearby petrified, complexions paling. Several discarded arms immediately. Others attempted to lift theirs, only red dots multiplying on their bodies—three, four, five.

"DON’T MOVE!" a soldier commanded, voice boosted via comms, booming like a storm.

Jack’s arms flew upward, pistol tumbling free. His words rasped brokenly:

"W-Wait—!" he stuttered. "We don’t want trouble—!"

Drake refused to yield. Initially. Face warped in sheer, haughty rebellion. He hawked spit to earth, hissing poisonously:

"You think this scares me?" he mocked, despite quivering hands. "You think women can break me?"

A soldier advanced, barrel nudging his temple. He recoiled, breath snagging, form stiffening.

"Kneel," she demanded, tone glacial.

Drake’s legs gave way. Not willingly. His flesh rebelled.

Lisa advanced, pistol fixed on Jack, her words slicing the quiet sharply:

"Surrender."

No yell required.

"Or die."

Hush fell.

Then—

Weapons hit dirt.

Gradually, the men sank to knees, hands quaking aloft. Jack lingered last, ego shattering, firearm slipping away as if scorched.

Megan wept harshly, body heaving with sobs. Hailey clung tight, tears tracing her cheeks.

"I’m sorry..." Hailey sobbed. "I’m so sorry—"

Megan found no voice. Only stared at soldiers, barrels aimed her way, impassive gazes behind visors.

She had issued the warning.