Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 498: Peter’s Personal Hell

A derisive, sluggish laugh scraped from my throat as I shifted my eyes toward Peter. His visage was devastated—puffy eyes, quivering lips, perspiration and tears pooling in the crevices of his cheeks. He resembled someone whose spirit had already perished, but my punishment for him was merely starting.

"Don’t worry, Peter," I purred, my tone laced with cruel delight. "This is just the beginning." I drew nearer, my warm breath grazing his ear. "By the time I’m done with you, you’ll beg for death. And when you do... I’ll laugh in your face."

His breathing stuttered, his frame stiffening. "Y-You can’t—"

"I can." I interrupted sharply, my grip clenching on the magical tool hidden in my pocket—the device linking him to the System, reducing him to a mere toy. "And I will."

I spun from him, my focus now on Helena. She lay sprawled across the floor, her form quivering and exhausted. Her thighs parted wide, her asshole stretched open, still slick with her squirt and my cum. Her bosom rose and fell with labored gasps, her fingers twitching feebly on the chilly ground.

"Get up," I commanded, my voice cutting like a blade.

She let out a whimper yet complied, her actions sluggish and wobbly as she tugged her tattered panties up her legs, the material sticking to her flesh. Her hands trembled while securing her bra, her puffy lips parting in a quiet gasp as the fabric rubbed her hypersensitive pussy.

I observed her with wicked pleasure, my garments sliding back on with smooth ease.

Next, I fished the tool from my pocket.

It throbbed in my grasp, a radiant arcane gadget buzzing with potent energy. Peter’s stare fixed on it, his complexion leaching away its remaining hue.

"N-No..." he stuttered, crawling back, his heels scraping the floor. "Dexter, please—don’t—"

I pounced.

My fingers clamped his neck, squeezing his windpipe enough to block his breath. His eyes protruded, nails raking my forearm, legs flailing pointlessly. With my free arm, I hauled Helena to me, her back flush against my torso. She yelped in shock, her body still sore and tender from the intense ecstasy I’d extracted.

"Hold on, Helena," I whispered, my lips teasing her earlobe. "This is going to hurt."

And then—

I triggered the God Speed.

Reality fractured.

A thunderous blast assaulted my ears as existence ripped apart, the atmosphere howling while the portal tore across time. Hues smeared into blurs, the earth dissolving under us as we catapulted backward—not only through distance, but across ages.

Helena shrieked, her nails burrowing into my arm, her frame shuddering against me. Peter’s eyes flipped upward, his awareness fading under the temporal onslaught. His limbs spasmed wildly, his jaws gaping in a muted cry as time’s powers twisted around us.

And then—

We crashed down.

Precisely after my vanishing from this era—the instant I’d abandoned only disorder and dread. The atmosphere hung heavy with dirt and smoke aromas, far-off beast roars resounding through the thick, wild woodland. The rudimentary village stretched ahead—rough shelters of timber and pelts, sputtering flames throwing elongated, writhing shadows, the soft drone of folk who’d never encountered our kind.

Helena’s knees buckled the second I let go, her body collapsing into the soil with a strangled wheeze. "W-Where the hell are we?!" she rasped, her tone hoarse, her palms scraping the earth as though to root herself in truth. Peter staggered nearby, his breaths coming in harsh, frenzied heaves, his gaze frantic with horror.

"Where the FUCK are we?!" he bellowed, his voice breaking. "Dexter, you sick FREAK—WHAT DID YOU DO?!"

I disregarded him, my sight already sweeping the village for her.

And then I spotted her.

Lisa.

She lingered by the biggest hut’s doorway, her shadowy eyes pinning mine with eerie accuracy. A gradual, aware grin bent her mouth—she required no speech. She comprehended.

I hauled Peter ahead by his collar, my digits gouging his flesh as I flung him down at Lisa’s feet. He moaned, coughing up soil while attempting to rise, but my boot crushed his spine, holding him like the pathetic bug he was.

"Lisa," I stated, my tone steady and authoritative. "Throw him in the laboratory. I want him broken. I want him begging for a death I won’t give him."

Lisa’s grin broadened, her eyes darting to Peter with icy, detached mirth. "Yes, Boss."

She clicked her fingers, summoning two of her followers—hulking, primal warriors in beast skins and bone adornments. Their brawn flexed as they seized Peter’s arms, dragging him upright amid his struggles and yells.

"NO! LET ME GO!" he bellowed, voice rough with sheer panic. "THIS GUY—DEXTER—HE KIDNAPPED ME! I HAVE MONEY! I CAN PAY YOU! JUST LET ME GO!"

Unfazed, the men hauled him off into the shadows, his desperate cries fading away, growing ever weaker as they dragged him to the laboratory—a grim fortress of stone and timber, its gateway lit by torches hurling eerie, devilish flickers.

My focus returned to Helena.

She remained kneeling, frame quivering, eyes bulging in stunned horror at the alien world around her. Crude huts, remote roars of wild creatures, the thick aroma of fire and soil—it bore no resemblance to her old reality.

I leaned down, hauling her upright with a solid yet gentle clasp. She recoiled sharply, breath snagging, as she peered up at me, thoughts swirling in frenzy.

"Welcome to the Stone Age, Helena," I intoned, tone like a shadowy stroke. "From now on, this is your home."

Her mouth fell open, words a faint murmur. "W-What...?"

I cradled her cheek, thumb grazing her lower lip. "Don’t worry," I whispered huskily. "I won’t treat you badly. You’ll be safe here. You’ll be..." I drew nearer, mouth hovering near hers. "Mine."

Her breath caught, gaze delving into mine, probing if this signaled fresh agony or some perverse salvation. I left her no moment to brood.

I glanced at Lisa, nodding sharply. "Help her adjust. Lay out the rules."

Lisa inclined her head. "Of course, Boss." She advanced, stretching out her hand to Helena. "Come along. You must grasp how we do things here."