Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 670: Calling For Backup

We burst out through the backdoor exit of the building into the cool night air, the heavy metal door slamming shut behind us with a resounding clang.

The sudden emergence into the narrow service alley drew astonished stares from a small group of late-night kitchen staff taking a smoke break and a few startled pedestrians who happened to be walking by.

Their eyes widened in disbelief at the sight of us—me carrying the momentum of battle, Daisy scanning for threats with her weapon still drawn, and Madeline looking utterly disheveled, her elegant dress torn and her face streaked with tears and dust.

Murmurs and gasps rippled through them: "What the hell happened?" "Call the police!" But we didn’t stop to explain. We pushed forward urgently, melting into the shadows of the side streets before anyone could gather their wits or raise an alarm.

Once we had put several blocks between ourselves and the immediate danger zone, Daisy finally pulled out her encrypted satellite phone. She held it up, relief flashing across her face as bars appeared.

"Signal!" she exclaimed. Her fingers flew across the screen as she immediately reported our status in clipped, professional tones to command. "This is Agent Daisy. Primary target secured. Hostilities engaged. Request immediate exfil. Location grid sending now."

She glanced at me, breathing hard but composed. "Chopper will be here in 10 minutes along with backup," she said firmly.

Madeline let out a long, shaky sigh of relief, her entire body sagging against the wall she was leaning on. "Thank God..." she whispered, her voice trembling with raw emotion. Fresh tears of exhausted gratitude welled up in her eyes.

"I... I really didn’t think we’d make it this far. Thank you, both of you."

"We need to get to somewhere safe and stay hidden until the backup arrives," I said, my eyes constantly scanning the surrounding streets and rooftops for any signs of pursuit.

Daisy nodded sharply. "Agreed. Staying mobile but low-profile."

The intense running had completely drained Madeline. She was gasping for air, her chest heaving as she doubled over slightly, hands on her knees. "I... I can’t run anymore..." she panted, her legs visibly trembling beneath her. "My sides are killing me... I feel like I’m going to collapse."

I didn’t waste words. I simply bent down in front of her, offering my back. "Get on, Ma’am. We’re not stopping."

Madeline hesitated only for a heartbeat before jumping onto my back. She pressed her soft, full breasts firmly against me, her arms wrapping tightly around my shoulders while her legs locked securely around my waist.

The warmth of her smooth thighs squeezed against my sides, and her dress rode up slightly, exposing more skin. She clung to me desperately, her breath hot against my neck. "Thank you, Dexter... I don’t know how much longer I could have lasted on my own," she murmured, voice still shaky.

We moved quickly into a nearby abandoned office building and used the staircase to climb up to the rooftop. The climb felt endless, each flight of stairs echoing our hurried footsteps. Madeline’s grip never loosened; every few steps, she would whimper softly, "Are they still coming? I keep hearing things..." her body trembling against mine.

Soon, the distinctive of helicopter rotor blades sliced through the night sky, growing louder. A sleek black chopper appeared overhead, hovering steadily above the rooftop. Its spotlight swept across the area briefly before locking onto us.

"Visual on targets!" the pilot’s voice crackled loudly over the external speakers. "Rope deploying now. Secure the package!"

A thick, sturdy rope with a harness attachment dropped down toward us, swaying in the strong downdraft from the rotors. The wind whipped violently around us, carrying the smell of fuel and city smog.

"Ma’am, hold on tighter!" I shouted over the noise.

Madeline buried her face against my shoulder, her voice muffled but panicked. "It’s so loud! The wind... I’m scared we’ll fall off!" She let out a small, anxious cry as the rope swayed. "Please be careful, Dexter!"

Daisy moved with efficiency, helping stabilize the rope. "I’ll go up last. You take her first, sir!"

I grabbed the rope firmly and began climbing with Madeline still secured on my back. The ascent was strenuous but steady, my enhanced strength making light work of it.

The pilot’s voice came through again: "Steady climb. We’ve got eyes on the perimeter. Backup bird is two minutes out, armed and ready."

Halfway up, Madeline risked a glance downward and immediately regretted it. "Oh God, we’re so high!" she screamed, her voice cutting through the rotor noise.

"Don’t look down, don’t look down... I feel dizzy!" Her legs tightened around me like a vice, her heart hammering wildly against my back. "Daisy, are you okay down there?!"

"I’m right behind you, Ma’am!" Daisy called up, her voice strained but professional as she started climbing after us. "Keep your head down and hold on!"

We reached the open door of the chopper. Strong hands from the crew pulled us inside. "Package secured!" one of the operators shouted. The pilot immediately began maneuvering. "Target secured. We are coming back to base. ETA to safe zone—"

But the relief shattered in an instant.

As our chopper banked to turn, we spotted the attackers on a nearby rooftop. One man was shouldering a rocket launcher, its tube gleaming menacingly.

Shouts erupted inside the cabin: "Incoming! Incoming! Six o’clock! Four hostiles on the roof! Rocket launcher sighted!" The pilot cursed loudly, "Shit—evasive maneuvers! Hold on back there!"

Madeline’s head snapped up in terror. "What’s happening?! Dexter, tell me!"

The second support chopper, bristling with guns and backup personnel, was already under heavy fire. Tracers lit up the sky. Then came the devastating impact—"BOOM!"—as a rocket struck it. The aircraft spiraled downward in a fireball, debris raining across the city blocks.

"OMG!" Madeline screamed at the top of her lungs, her body jerking violently against me.

"No! They shot it down! Those poor men—oh my God, they’re burning!" Her scream dissolved into hysterical sobs. "This can’t be happening again! Why won’t they stop?!"

Guns were firing at our own chopper now, bullets pinging off the reinforced armor. "We’re taking fire!" the pilot yelled. "RPG incoming—brace! Brace!"

Then came the horrifying whistle. BOOM! The rocket slammed into the side of our helicopter. Alarms blared deafeningly as the aircraft lurched sickeningly, smoke pouring from the engine. The pilot fought the controls, voice strained over the comms: "We’re hit! Losing altitude! Mayday, mayday!"