Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 577: Breaking Linda’s Pride

Upon entering the cramped dwelling, the mood drastically transformed from one of lighthearted desire to an atmosphere thick with peril. The humble exterior concealed the true happenings within.

A gentle rap sounded on the door, which swung open almost instantaneously.

Grace was present, her eyes widening momentarily as she registered her boss, myself, and Angela following behind. "Boss..."

Diana entered with an air of assurance, her heels producing sharp clicks on the wooden floorboards. "Did you manage to locate Linda and Selena?"

Grace gave a swift nod, promptly shutting the door behind us and securing it with a lock. "Yes, boss... they are in the other room."

My gaze swept down the short corridor. Through the partially open doorway, I observed four women armed and standing guard—each held a firearm with an easy, yet ready, posture. Grace herself had a pistol discreetly placed in her waistband. The tension in the air was palpable.

Grace lowered her voice, a concerned look directed at Diana. "Boss... I still believe we ought to withdraw from America. The situation here is becoming far too volatile."

Diana lifted a hand, halting her words mid-sentence. "Alright, alright... I understand. Rest assured, I have this completely under control. Just try to relax."

Grace acknowledged this with a reluctant nod and then moved aside.

Diana proceeded into the room with the confidence of someone accustomed to command. Linda and Selena were seated on the edge of the bed, their expressions a mixture of exhaustion and profound despair. The instant Linda recognized Diana, her face contorted with fury, and she unleashed her pent-up emotion.

"You... You are the devil!" Linda exclaimed, her voice trembling audibly. "You've caused so many deaths... Have you no shred of humanity remaining?"

Diana emitted a cold chuckle, crossing her arms beneath her chest. "Weren't they the ones who arrived to 'rescue' you and initiated hostilities against us? If anyone bears responsibility for the bloodshed, it is the two of you. You brought them into this conflict."

Linda parted her lips to retort, but her attention was then drawn to Angela standing behind us. Recognition and shock flashed across her features, causing her to fall silent immediately, the defiance draining from her demeanor.

Diana smirked, advancing closer to the bed. She looked down at Linda, her expression a blend of amusement and cruel taunting.

"I doubt you truly wish to return to your pathetic husband, do you?" Diana inquired sweetly, tilting her head. "I've heard all about your life with him. So utterly miserable... a cold bed, dull evenings, devoid of any genuine pleasure. Why don't you simply surrender to my nephew?"

She gestured toward me with a malevolent grin.

"Become his woman. Allow him to possess you thoroughly once more, as he did previously. He possesses the ability to bring you happiness. He can bring both of you joy. All that is required is your submission... spread your legs and accept your new reality."

Selena remained mute, her cheeks flushing with shame, but Linda's hands tightened into fists upon her lap. Her respiration grew heavy, caught between intense anger and the undeniable recollection of my previous encounters with her body.

Angela maintained her silence behind me, observing the unfolding scene with a complex expression—a mingling of arousal and palpable unease.

Diana turned her gaze toward me, her eyes alight with both lustful desire and an unmistakable sense of dominance. She placed a hand, imbued with a sense of possession, upon my chest and addressed the room in a voice loud enough for all to hear.

"What are your thoughts, Dexter? Shall we break them in tonight... right here within this humble abode? Or would you prefer to prolong the anticipation and compel them to plead for your desires first?"

Linda's face flushed crimson with shame and indignation. She directed a glare at me and snapped, "It was you... You must have drugged us... otherwise, we would never have done that. Never!"

Diana responded with a low, derisive chuckle. "Oh, my dear, are you truly uncertain whether you were given any substances?" She then produced her phone, waving it playfully.

"I recall vividly the moment your own daughter was on her knees performing oral favors while you moaned like a bitch in heat. You appeared quite content, Linda. I still possess that recording... Would you care for me to play it for everyone present?"

Linda's eyes widened in absolute horror. "Don't..."

Before Linda could even formulate a response, Angela moved with startling swiftness. She forcefully shoved Linda by the shoulders, causing the older woman to fall backward onto the bed with a surprised yelp. In a single, seamless motion, Angela seized both of Linda's ankles, hoisting her legs high into the air and spreading them wide apart in a rather indecent posture.

"W-wait—! What are you—?!" Linda stammered, her voice laced with panic.

Angela acted without hesitation. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of Linda's trousers and, with a rough, aggressive pull, dragged them down her thighs. The fabric slid effortlessly over Linda's smooth skin, bunching around her knees before Angela completely removed them, discarding them carelessly to the side.

Linda's panties were now fully exposed to the assembled company.

The thin, pale fabric was utterly compromised—saturated with a large, dark wet stain that adhered obscenely to her engorged vulva. The material had become nearly translucent from the extensive dampness, clearly delineating the shape of her swollen labia and the prominent nub of her clitoris. A thick trail of her arousal had already begun to seep out, slowly dripping downwards towards her anus.

Linda’s eyes flew open, wide with sheer terror and mortification. A deep, burning crimson instantly flooded her face, cascading warmth down her neck and chest.

"N-no...! Don’t—!!" she gasped, her voice cracking with shame. She frantically tried to press her legs together, but Angela's unyielding grip held them spread in an indecent display, Elianna, Diana, Grace, and the other armed women were forced to witness her slick cunt in full view.

"Oh my god..." Linda whimpered, her voice on the verge of breaking. "Please... stop staring... I'm not— I'm not wet... this isn't—!!"

Yet, her body refused to cooperate. As she writhed in embarrassment, another noticeable spurt of wetness seeped through her already ruined undergarments, exacerbating the dark stain. The fabric clung shamelessly to every curve of her vulva, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.

Angela smirked, her finger hovering just above the soaked fabric, directly pointing at the undeniable evidence.

"Deceit is a poor habit to cultivate," Angela stated deliberately, her tone laced with a saccharine pretense. "Look at this pitiable state. Your panties are thoroughly saturated. You're practically leaking everywhere from mere manhandling and verbal humiliation. Does being displayed like a common harlot truly ignite such a response within you, Linda?"

Linda let out a sound of utter mortification, wriggling her hips in a futile attempt to escape. The movement only intensified the friction of her wet panties against her swollen clitoris, compelling her to bite down hard on her lip to stifle a moan. Fresh lubrication continued to ooze from her, slowly saturating the bedsheet beneath.

Diana chuckled softly, clearly relishing the spectacle. She moved closer, her fingers tracing mockingly over the damp material, pressing it between Linda’s labia. The sensation caused Linda to flinch uncontrollably.

"Do you see that, Dexter?" Diana purred, her voice husky. "She's utterly drenched. Her body vividly recalls the pleasure your cock provided. While her words may deceive, her cunt cannot conceal the truth."

Linda trembled with humiliation, tears of shame welling in her eyes, even as her hips involuntarily spasmed slightly against Angela’s grasp. Her soaked panties continued their damning betrayal with every pulse from her aroused core.

Angela maintained Linda’s legs pinned high and wide, presenting her as if she were a prize. She glanced back at me, her cheeks flushed and her gaze filled with raw desire.

"She is primed for you," Angela declared, her voice thick with arousal. "You can simply draw these soiled panties aside and plunge yourself fully within her. She’s already leaking enough to receive you deep inside."