Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 659: Eleanor’s "Silence Or Suicide" Command

Madeline stood nearby, biting her lip hard, her thighs pressed together as she watched the exchange. The scent of last night’s depravity still hung heavy in the room — dried cum, piss, and horny pussy.

Lois’s voice could be heard faintly from the hallway as the maid helped her, moaning softly, "Ahh... my pussy is so sore... but so satisfied..."

Eleanor leaned in closer to me, her breath hot against my ear. "She’ll be thinking about your cock all day, leaking your load while she walks. And you... I saw how hard you got again this morning just from hugging her cum-filled body. Tell me honestly, bull — did you enjoy pissing deep inside her womb while she fainted on your cock?"

I groaned softly, my shaft twitching under the sheets at the memory. Eleanor noticed and laughed lowly. "Good boy. Next time, I’ll make sure you get to fuck her for hours. Maybe even let Madeline join and sit on Lois’s face while you wreck her holes again."

Madeline blushed deeply but didn’t leave, her nipples visibly hard through her clothes as she imagined the filthy scene.

Eleanor stood up and stretched lazily, her body still radiating that dominant, horny energy. "Rest up. Lois won’t be the only widow getting ruined soon. This is just the beginning."

With that, Eleanor stepped back and said, "You can take a shower and change your clothes... we are waiting for you in the living room."

I nodded obediently. Eleanor took Madeline out with her, leaving me alone with the messy, cum-and-piss-stained bed that still smelled like Lois’s well-fucked holes.

I quickly took a shower, the hot water washing away the dried cum and sweat, but my mind kept replaying every filthy second — Lois’s squirting orgasms, her asshole clenching around Eleanor’s fingers, and the way I flooded her womb with thick cum and hot piss. My cock twitched and grew half-hard again just thinking about it.

I changed into fresh clothes and walked out to the living room. There I saw Madeline, Eleanor, and a man named Carter sitting comfortably. Lois was nowhere to be seen — probably already gone, still limping with my load leaking from her ruined cunt.

Madeline scoffed the moment she saw me, trying to sound smug. "Hmm... someone was bragging hard yesterday... didn’t expect just a little medicine turned him into a beast..."

I chuckled deep inside my head but kept a straight face. I noticed Madeline’s eyes flick down to the bulge in my pants, lingering for a second before she quickly looked away, her cheeks turning pink. Her thighs shifted uncomfortably, clearly still affected by everything she witnessed.

Eleanor looked at me with a soft, teasing smile. "You aren’t angry at us, right? It was just a joke... don’t worry, no one will know about it."

I kept my voice calm and respectful. "How dare I be angry at Ma’am... As long as I can serve Madam, it is my duty."

Madeline chuckled, her eyes once again betraying her as they dropped to my crotch for a brief moment. Eleanor followed with a low, amused laugh. "You really have a sweet tongue..."

Eleanor leaned back on the couch, crossing her legs. "After the way you destroyed that bitch last night — lifting her, pounding her womb, smacking her ass red, and pissing deep inside her while she fainted — I thought you’d be more... bold this morning. But look at you, acting all polite while your cock is probably getting hard again thinking about that widow slut’s sloppy holes."

Madeline bit her lip, trying to hide her arousal. "She was limping so badly when she left... still leaking your cum and piss everywhere. You really turned her into a dripping mess."

Carter just smirked quietly, watching the interaction without saying much.

I stood there, maintaining my calm expression even as my mind flashed back to Lois moaning like a whore, begging me to fill her womb while Eleanor fingered her stinky asshole. "I only did what was needed, Ma’am. If Madam wishes for me to serve again... I will gladly obey."

Eleanor’s eyes sparkled with lust. "Good boy. Because that bitch already messaged me saying she wants round two soon. She can’t stop thinking about how your thick cock rearranged her insides. And Madeline here... well, she hasn’t stopped rubbing her thighs together since last night."

Eleanor smirked as she watched Madeline’s embarrassed glare, the poor woman’s face burning bright red as she remembered how eagerly she had slapped Lois’s fat, jiggling ass while I was balls-deep inside the widow’s sloppy cunt and later her shithole.

"But just to give you a reminder..." Eleanor said, her voice turning sharp and dangerous, "I have the full video of the whole thing. Every thrust, every squirt, every time you smacked her red ass, every moan when he pissed deep inside her womb. If this gets out... You won’t live to see another day. So better keep this to your grave."

I lowered my head, pretending to be completely surrendered. "Don’t worry, Madam... I know what to say and what not to say. My lips are sealed."

Eleanor smiled, satisfied. "Good..."

Madeline stood up quickly, clearly flustered, her thighs still rubbing together as she tried to hide how wet she still was. "Let’s go, Dexter... It’s time for us to go back..."

Madeline and I walked out of the house together. Daisy had already prepared the car, standing beside it like a proper, obedient driver. As we approached, Madeline kept stealing quick glances at the obvious bulge in my pants, biting her lower lip.

Once we were inside the car and the door closed, the tension became unbearable. Madeline sat beside me in the backseat, crossing her legs tightly, but I could still smell the faint scent of her aroused pussy from last night’s events.

I kept quiet for a moment before speaking softly, "Madam... about last night..."

Madeline cut me off, her voice shaky but filled with hidden lust. "Don’t... don’t talk about it right now, Dexter. That masked bitch Lois was moaning like a cheap whore the entire time... and you... You fucked her so brutally. Lifting her, destroying her holes, pissing inside her womb... I can still hear her screams in my head."

She shifted in her seat, clearly fighting the urge to touch herself. Her hand unconsciously moved toward her thigh before she stopped herself.