Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 593: The GPS Tracker

Cindy’s grip tightened on the gun. "Shut your mouth. One more word and I swear I’ll put a bullet in you. You’re lucky we haven’t killed you already."

The tension in the room was suffocating. From inside the bathroom, the sound of running water could be heard as Lila tried to clean herself. Beth stood protectively near the bathroom door while Cindy kept her weapon trained on me, her eyes filled with pure hatred.

I stayed seated on the couch, hands still raised in surrender, watching them carefully. Despite the dangerous situation and the gun pointed at me, my cock twitched slightly at the memory of Lila limping away — her bruised, red ass and cum-leaking pussy still fresh in my mind. The scent of sex still hung heavy in the air.

The sun was slowly rising outside, casting a soft orange glow through the curtains. A new day was beginning, but the filthy events of the night felt far from over.

Cindy glanced at Beth, her jaw tight with anger. "I’m going back," she said coldly. "You keep an eye on him. Don’t let him move an inch."

Beth nodded silently, her arms crossed over her chest. Cindy gave me one last hateful glare before slipping out of the room, quietly closing the door behind her.

A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened. Lila emerged, freshly showered. Her skin was still slightly pink from the hot water. She wore a white bathrobe that clung to her damp body, the fabric doing little to hide the curves of her heavy breasts or the bruises on her thighs. Her hair was wet and messy, and she moved slowly, still clearly sore between her legs.

Lila looked at me with cold, calculating eyes.

"Give him your GPS locator," she ordered Beth.

Beth reached into her pocket and pulled out a small, coin-like device. She walked over cautiously and dropped it into my hand.

"Take it," Beth muttered.

I slipped the small tracker into my pocket without resistance.

Lila stepped closer, wincing slightly with each step, her voice low and threatening. "Dexter, listen carefully. You and your entire family are only getting out of this alive by following our orders. If you try to play any tricks... if you warn anyone or try to run... there is no one who can help you. We will destroy you."

I nodded slowly, keeping my expression submissive. "Don’t worry. I will definitely lead you there. I’ll cooperate."

Lila stared at me for a long moment, as if judging whether I was telling the truth. Finally, she nodded.

She turned to Beth. "Let’s go out before we alert someone. We’ve already been here too long."

Beth gave me one final warning look before walking out with Lila. The two women left the room, the door clicking shut behind them, leaving me alone in the messy, sex-scented bedroom.

I let out a long breath and stood up. My body was still buzzing from the long, filthy night. I walked into the bathroom, took a long, hot shower, washing away the dried cum, sweat, and mixed juices from my skin. After drying off, I changed into fresh clothes and stepped out of the room, the small GPS tracker from Lila feeling heavy and dangerous in my pocket.

As I walked down the hallway, I saw Diana and my mother (Victoria) stepping out of their shared bedroom. Victoria had a knowing smirk on her face, while Diana’s cheeks were noticeably flushed pink. Diana avoided looking directly at me, clearly embarrassed.

Victoria’s eyes immediately locked onto me. She looked me up and down slowly, her smirk deepening.

"Good morning, Dexter," she said sweetly, though there was a sharp edge beneath her tone. "How was your sleep? Did you sleep well?"

I kept my expression neutral and replied casually, "Yeah, I slept peacefully."

Victoria turned her head slightly toward Diana, raising an eyebrow. "Really...?" she asked, her voice dripping with suspicion and amusement. "That’s funny. Because Diana came back to our room very late last night... and she was walking quite strangely. Her hair was messy, and she smelled like...sweaty."

Diana’s face turned even redder. She shot me a quick, nervous glance before looking away again.

Victoria stepped closer to me, her eyes narrowing playfully but with a dangerous edge. "You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you, son?" she asked, her voice low and teasing. "

Your aunt looks like she exercised hard all night. Her thighs were still shiny when she slipped into bed beside me. She was even limping a little."

Diana bit her lip hard, her face burning bright red with embarrassment. "Victoria, please...," she muttered under her breath, clearly mortified.

Victoria suddenly let out a rich, amused laugh. "Ha. Ha. Ha... Oh Diana," she chuckled, clearly enjoying her sister’s discomfort. "You’re not even denying it properly. Look at you — blushing like a schoolgirl who just got caught sneaking out."

Diana shot Victoria a pleading look, then glanced nervously at me before quickly looking away. She adjusted her dress awkwardly, still feeling the aftereffects of last night’s rough anal session.

Victoria finally stopped teasing and clapped her hands together. "Alright, enough of that for now. Let’s go have breakfast. I’m starving."

She linked her arm with mine on one side and Diana’s on the other, practically dragging us both toward the grand dining hall. The morning sunlight streamed beautifully through the tall windows, but the atmosphere felt strangely tense.

As we entered the dining area, I immediately noticed that Lila, Cindy, and Beth were nowhere to be seen. The usual staff seemed to be missing. The table was only partially set, and an odd silence hung in the air.

Just as we sat down, the kitchen door swung open.

Beth walked in carrying a large tray of breakfast — fresh toast, eggs, coffee, and fruits. She looked composed on the surface, wearing her neat maid uniform, but I could see the subtle signs of last night’s events.

Her movements were slightly stiff, and there was a faint redness on her cheeks. Her eyes met mine for a brief second before she quickly looked down, clearly still affected by everything she had witnessed and felt behind the curtain.

"Good morning, Madam Victoria... Madam Diana... Young Master Dexter," Beth said politely, though her voice was a little tighter than usual.

She began setting the plates down carefully. As she leaned forward to place a cup of coffee in front of me, I noticed her thighs pressing together slightly — a small, unconscious reaction. The memory of her body trembling behind the curtain while I fucked Diana against it must still be fresh in her mind.

Victoria smiled warmly at Beth. "Thank you, dear. Where are Lila and Cindy this morning?"