Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 527: Whipping Selena Before Linda

"How dare you inflict this upon my daughter?! Let us go this instant, or I swear I will obliterate you! The FBI is already on standby. One single missed check-in, and they will descend upon this location like a swarm of locusts."

"The government will hunt you down like the rabid beast you are! Your power, your freedom, your very life will be forfeit! I possess connections at the highest echelons of power. Senators. Directors. They will bury you so profoundly you will wish you had never been born!"

Her ample breasts swayed with each furious motion, her nipples hardened against the delicate lace. Beads of perspiration traced paths down her cleavage as she leaned forward, her eyes ablaze with the ferocity of a protective mother.

"I do not care what depraved games you are playing with your little plaything," she hissed, casting a look of utter disgust towards me and the unmistakable erection straining against my pants.

"If you dare lay a hand on my daughter, I will personally ensure your death is agonizing. Release us, or heed my words—you and every single individual in your employ will face utter devastation. This is not merely a threat; it is a solemn vow!"

Diana remained still, her hand clasped tightly with mine, allowing the combined fury of the two women to wash over her. The scene was charged with an electric contrast: two stunningly beautiful women, mother and daughter, reduced to their undergarments, bound yet radiating an uncontrollable rage.

At last, Diana spoke, her voice a low, dangerously measured tone that sliced through the furious silence like a keen blade. "Such ferocity... even when you are both practically undressed and restrained like animals."

She tightened her grip on my hand, then boldly cupped the damp, pulsing bulge in my trousers right before their eyes. Her fingers trailed slowly and possessively over the strained fabric, eliciting a visible twitch from my aroused anatomy. "Continue with your threats," she whispered, a dark, amused smile gracing her lips. "It only fuels my desire to break you both at a more leisurely pace."

Linda and Selena responded with stares of pure, unadulterated hatred, their chests heaving, their breasts pushing against the confines of their lace bras with every furious inhalation.

Diana leaned in close to my ear, her lips grazing my skin as she murmured, her voice audible only to me, "Look at them, Dexter. So incensed... so powerless... yet still begging for further punishment."

She then straightened, her expression hardening into something considerably colder, more vicious. "Grace."

Grace emerged instantly from the doorway. "Yes, Boss."

"Place them both in the same chamber," Diana commanded. "Ensure Linda is secured to the chair. Suspend Selena from the ceiling by her arms—spread her legs wide and fix them apart with restraints. I want her completely vulnerable and exposed."

Grace acknowledged the order with a curt nod. "Immediately."

Diana’s gaze intensified. "Furthermore, retrieve my whip. The long, black one." A cruel inflection entered her tone. "I wish to gauge the resilience of this one’s skin. They had the audacity to threaten my Dexter."

A surge of surprise coursed through me at the raw anger in her voice. This transcended mere calculated dominance; it was palpably personal. I leaned in swiftly and whispered near her ear, "You... don’t have any unusual predilections, do you? Tell me... do you favor spanking or whipping?"

Diana showed no sign of embarrassment, nor did she appear reticent. Instead, she turned her head slightly, her dark eyes meeting mine with an intense, burning focus. Her voice lowered to a soft, intimate murmur, intended solely for my ears.

"I am uncertain," she confessed, her words a warm caress against my ear. "I have no prior experience with such matters... Therefore, we shall explore them together."

The unvarnished honesty in her declaration, coupled with an unmistakable undercurrent of desire, sent a fresh jolt of heat directly to my groin.

Grace, accompanied by two other subordinates, proceeded with swift efficiency. They loosened the women’s restraints just enough to maneuver them into the larger central chamber.

Linda was forcefully repositioned onto a robust steel chair, thick leather straps cinching her wrists, ankles, and waist, causing her heavy breasts to jut forward in a rather provocative manner. Her white lace panties were now noticeably damp, a result of both perspiration and involuntary arousal.

Selena offered more resistance, her curses echoing throughout the room, but her struggle proved futile. Her arms were hoisted above her head and secured within padded steel cuffs suspended from the ceiling.

Next, her long, lithe legs were spread wide and fastened to anchor points on the floor, leaving her suspended, stretched taut, and utterly defenseless in nothing but her black lace bra and matching panties. Her physique was magnificently defined—her full breasts lifted prominently, her ribs visible with each gasping breath, and the sheer fabric of her panties stretched tautly against her intimate core.

Both mother and daughter were now presented in tandem, one seated and bound, the other hanging and splayed like a sacrifice.

Diana’s whip—a slender, elegant black leather riding crop with a braided tail—was delivered to her on a gleaming silver tray. She took it with deliberate slowness, testing the supple leather between her fingers with undisguised fascination, gauging its weight as if it were a novel, perilous plaything she was eager to employ.

She turned toward me, her eyes burning with a predatory darkness. "Remain precisely here with me, Dexter." With her free hand, she slid down and enveloped my still-damp, throbbing member, caressing it with a sense of ownership through the sodden cloth.

"Observe as I break them... and afterward, I desire your assistance in discovering the full extent of my enjoyment in this."

Selena’s eyes widened in sheer terror as she gazed upon the whip. "Release me!" she shrieked, straining with all her might against the steel manacles securing her arms high above her head. "What in the hell are you doing?! Do not you dare! Do not you fucking—"

THWACK!

Diana’s arm shot forward without the slightest hint of warning. The braided leather whip lashed out with brutal force, striking Selena's full, heaving breasts.

Her flimsy black lace bra offered absolutely no defense. The braided tail tore through the delicate material with a sharp, ripping sound, slicing through both cups in a single, savage strike.

The ruined garment disintegrated instantly, hanging in shredded tatters from her shoulders, allowing her round, flawless breasts to spill forth entirely.

Selena's breasts jiggled violently from the impact, appearing firm and glistening beneath the stark illumination. Two vivid red welts instantly bloomed across her smooth, olive-toned skin, perfectly marking the tender, sensitive flesh. And then—fully exposed now—were her nipples.

Thick, dark brown, and shamefully erect, they stood out hard and swollen, pointing upward like tiny, desperate peaks soliciting attention. The ambient coolness struck them immediately, causing them to contract even further, visibly throbbing with the rapid beat of her heart.

A guttural scream ripped from Selena's throat—yet it rapidly dissolved into a profound, involuntary moan.

"Ahhh— fuuuck!"

The sound was fractured, husky, and far too sensuous for someone purportedly experiencing agony. Her back arched intensely from the suspension, thrusting her newly whipped breasts forward as if in offering for more. Her long legs quivered in their wide separation, and a noticeable tremor coursed through her entire frame. A fresh surge of moisture darkened the fabric at the crotch of her sheer black panties.