Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 465: The Gun in Megan’s Hand

Camilla gripped the firearm tightly with both hands, leveling it right at his brow.

Megan and Hailey cried out together.

"DON’T—!"

A piercing gunshot rang out across the cavern—decisive and absolute.

Drake's head jerked backward sharply. Right in the middle of his forehead, a tiny black puncture emerged. His eyes bulged for a fleeting moment—then flipped upward. His frame toppled over sideways, crumpling into the spreading pool of his blood with a soggy smack.

Camilla remained frozen—pistol still held high, her grip trembling, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Megan's cry shattered into a guttural wail.

"No... Camilla... what did you do...?"

Hailey clamped her hand over her mouth—shuddering in shock.

Camilla let the gun fall. It rattled against the rock floor. She sank to her knees next to Drake’s corpse—gazing at the wound on his forehead, watching the crimson stain expand under his head.

"I... I had to..." she murmured—tone empty. "I had to..."

I approached and rested a hand on her shoulder.

"Good girl," I murmured softly. "You chose wisely."

Next, I glanced at the leftover captives—Jack gaping at Drake’s body in numb dread, the rest of the survivors ashen and mute.

"Haul them off," I commanded the troops. "To the lab. Angela gets to determine their fate."

The women warriors sprang into action without pause—yanking the tied-up men along.

Jack began howling as they hauled him away.

"You’ll pay for this! All of you! This isn’t over—!"

His shouts dwindled as they vanished into the shadows.

I faced Megan and Hailey—both rooted in place, ghostly pale and quivering.

Megan’s words came out as a faint murmur.

"You... you forced her to murder her own husband..."

I gave a casual shrug.

"She decided," I replied plainly. "Just as you’ll need to decide shortly."

Hailey met my gaze—her eyes brimming with sheer horror and revulsion.

"You’re... you’re evil..." she breathed.

I grinned.

"Maybe," I answered. "But I’m the evil keeping you breathing."

Silence returned to the cave—broken only by Camilla’s quiet, shattered sobs as she crouched by Drake’s remains.

I turned to Angela and Lisa, who stood poised and serene at my side, their faces showing that usual blend of entertainment and subtle assurance.

Jack, tugged along by a pair of female soldiers, craned his neck back and bellowed in frantic despair, his voice fracturing:

"You will not get away with this! Our people will find us! They’ll come for us! You can’t just—"

I laughed lightly, silencing him with a dismissive flick of my wrist.

"Oh? You mean those folks left behind at the camp?" I queried, tone casual and taunting. "Why not inquire with Officer Megan about their fate?"

Megan, lingering wordlessly beside Hailey, appeared utterly bewildered for an instant. Her complexion drained further, her stare vacant and tormented. At last, she uttered, her tone lifeless and scarcely audible:

"They... are all dead..." she stated, the phrase bitter as soot. "Dexter slaughtered them all... every single one. Men... women... even the children... he gunned them down like beasts..."

The restrained captives stiffened. Color fled their features. A hushed wave of panic spread among them.

"Killed...?" one fellow muttered, voice quaking. "They’re all killed...? My family... my wife... my little girl... You monster... You devil..."

Another captive—a lady in her thirties—burst into shrieks, struggling wildly against her bonds:

"You killed the children?! You heartless bastard! They were innocent! They did nothing to you! How could you?! You’re not human—you’re a fucking demon!"

The outcries intensified, despite their secure bindings. They yelled chaotically, voices laced with sorrow, fury, and fright:

"You murdered babies! What kind of sick fuck does that?!"

"We were just trying to survive! You slaughtered us like dogs!"

"You’ll burn in hell for this! God will punish you!"

The female warriors wasted no time. They advanced with ruthless precision—rifle stocks crashing into torsos, legs, and jaws. One guy ranting about "innocent children" took a savage boot to the gut, hacking up blood. A woman attempting to surge ahead got slapped so fiercely her mouth bled.

I observed the chaos with a steady grin, then gave a single nod.

"Don’t worry," I murmured gently, my words rising above their moans and wails. "Your end will be far grimmer than theirs."

The troops pulled the whole bunch toward the cave’s distant edge, restraints biting deeper, forms banging into rocks. One activated her radio:

"Base, this is the extraction team. Request immediate vehicle support for prisoner transport. Multiple hostiles secured. Over."

Abruptly, Megan—who had stayed still with Hailey—lunged forward.

With blinding speed, she grabbed Camilla’s dropped handgun from the dirt, whirled behind me, and jammed the icy muzzle firmly against the nape of my neck.

No one could respond fast enough. Even Lisa’s eyes flared in astonishment.

Nicole gasped in alarm—"Officer Megan... don’t... hurt him... please!"

Mira, Angela, Lisa, and the female soldiers held still. Actually, many wore faint, aware smirks. They understood my power. They knew true harm couldn’t reach me.

Megan’s tone rasped, quivering with fury and despair:

"Let them all go... right now... otherwise I will kill your boss..."

The women soldiers glanced my way, awaiting commands.

I merely stated, "You guys do your thing. I will handle her."

Megan panted heavily, pressing the pistol so hard into my head that the steel bit in.

"I will really kill you..." she snarled. "Ask your people to let them go... now!"

I chuckled—deep and faintly entertained—and gradually pivoted to confront her, allowing the barrel to glide over my temple until it aimed squarely between my eyes.

"Why don’t you try to shoot and find out?" I suggested mildly, locking eyes with her panicked, enraged stare.

Megan’s grip shook wildly. Rage, dread, and incredulity battled on her expression.

"Stop playing around!" she shouted. "I am not kidding—I will kill you!"

I didn’t flinch.

Megan adjusted her target a bit—toward my thigh—and squeezed the trigger.

BANG!

The blast reverberated powerfully through the cavern.

The round struck my leg... and crumpled right away, mashed flat as if hitting unbreakable iron. It dropped uselessly to the stone with a faint clink, tearing just a minor rip in my trouser leg.

I eyed the damaged cloth and exhaled in feigned regret.

"Well... my new pants are ruined..."

Megan’s complexion turned ashen. The weapon tumbled from her quivering hands and hit the ground.

Camilla, Hailey, and even Nicole gawked in speechless awe. Jack and the tied survivors appeared to have beheld the unbelievable.

Camilla retreated gradually—eyes bulging in fear—until she pressed against the cavern wall.

"No... no... how is this possible..." she whispered, voice cracking.

Megan crumpled to her knees—pistol abandoned, frame convulsing.

"You... you’re really not human..." she gasped.

I peered down at her—then at the rest—grinning serenely.

"Now," I uttered gently, "shall we continue our conversation?"

The cavern hung in utter stillness save for the distant water drops and the uneven breaths of those who had beheld something that demolished every law they believed in.