Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 779: Maya: The Ankle Is Fine… But Her Ass Isn’t

When she tried to walk, her steps were short and uneven — a clear limp.

Every movement made her freshly stretched asshole sting and clench, forcing another small dribble of white fluid into her underwear.

After only a short distance, she was clearly struggling. I stopped and turned my back to her, crouching slightly.

"Climb on. I’ll carry you."

Rachel hesitated for a moment, then climbed onto my back, arms wrapping around my shoulders. As I stood and began walking, she leaned in close to my ear, her voice low and anxious.

"You’re not allowed to tell Maya or your mom what happened... I don’t know how I’d face them if they found out."

I gave a small nod of agreement and kept walking, carrying her the rest of the way back toward camp.

When we finally reached the bamboo shelter clearing, Maya was already outside. The moment she saw us, she walked over, brows slightly furrowed.

"You two... where were you?"

Then she paused, nose wrinkling as she caught a faint scent in the air. She sniffed lightly.

"What’s that fishy smell...? Were you catching fish?"

Rachel’s entire body tensed against my back. Her face went scarlet, and her voice came out in a nervous, stammering rush.

"W-we were... trying to... but we didn’t get any..."

She couldn’t meet Maya’s eyes, still perched on my back with her cum-stained panties hidden under her clothes and the lingering ache in her stretched asshole making it hard to look natural.

Maya’s eyes narrowed slightly with suspicion as she looked Rachel over more carefully.

"What happened to you? You’re pale... and you’re limping even while being carried."

At that moment, Victoria also walked over, her sharp gaze immediately locking onto the way Rachel was clinging to my back.

I spoke up before either of them could press further, keeping my tone calm and matter-of-fact.

"We encountered a wild boar near the water source we found earlier. It charged at us. Rachel slipped while we were getting away and hurt her ankle... so I’ve been carrying her back."

Victoria studied Rachel for a second longer, then nodded.

"Alright. Bring her inside and let her lie down. Check the ankle properly — make sure it’s not swollen or worse."

I nodded and carried Rachel into the bamboo shelter. Carefully, I lowered her onto the soft layer of grass that served as our bedding.

The moment her weight settled and her still-sensitive, freshly used ass pressed against the ground, a small, involuntary moan escaped her throat.

She shot me a quick, sharp glare, her cheeks burning, clearly feeling the residual sting and the slow leak of cum that the pressure had forced out of her.

She shifted slightly, trying to find a position that didn’t aggravate the lingering ache, while Maya and Victoria remained close.

Maya stepped inside the shelter after us, her expression a careful mix of concern and quiet scrutiny. She crouched beside Rachel and spoke in a gentle but persuasive voice.

"Let me massage her ankle. When you twist something badly, the muscles around it tighten up to protect the joint. If we don’t loosen them now, the stiffness will get worse by evening."

Rachel stiffened but couldn’t refuse without looking suspicious. Maya’s hands settled around her lower leg, thumbs pressing and circling the supposed injury with practiced motions. After a short while, Maya glanced up, her tone still soft and full of reasonable concern.

"The fall itself can send a shock all the way up the spine and into the hips. If we only treat the ankle, the tension will just settle somewhere else. Turn a little onto your side... I’ll work on your back and the surrounding muscles so nothing locks up later."

Before Rachel could find a way to protest, Maya guided her to turn slightly onto her side. Her palms started at the lower back, kneading slowly and firmly, then gradually moved lower — over the curve of Rachel’s waist, across the soft flesh of her hips, and then deliberately down onto the full, sensitive cheeks of her ass.

The pressure was firm, methodical, and lingered just a little too long on the exact places that were still sore, puffy, and leaking from being stretched and filled.

Maya’s fingers even drifted along the upper thighs, pressing inward as if checking for further strain, but the intent behind the touches grew clearer with every pass.

Rachel’s body went rigid. A tiny, choked sound escaped her before she could stop it.

"Nngh... a-ah..."

She immediately tried to cover it with stammering words, her voice tight and breathless.

"I-it’s... nnnh... just a little sore from the fall... aah... y-you don’t have to press so hard there... hnnn..."

Maya didn’t stop. She continued the "massage," her palms moving in slow, deep circles over Rachel’s ass, hips, and thighs, deliberately testing the reactions she could feel under her fingers.

Each time she pressed closer to the center or squeezed the flesh that had been gripped and spanked earlier, Rachel’s breathing hitched, and another suppressed, shaky sound threatened to spill out.

"Hah... nnnh... M-Maya... that’s... aah... enough... the ankle is the part that hurts... hnnn..."

Her face was burning scarlet. She stared fixedly at the grass, every muscle tight with the effort of staying quiet, but the lingering stretch and the slow leak of cum inside her made it almost impossible.

Every firm press of Maya’s hands sent a fresh spark of oversensitive feeling through her ruined hole, forcing small, stuttering moans into her voice no matter how hard she tried to swallow them.

Through my Mind Reading ability, both women’s thoughts came through clearly.

Maya’s internal voice was sharp with growing suspicion:

Rachel’s thoughts were a chaotic rush of panic, residual pleasure, and pure mortification:

Maya continued the thorough "massage" for another long minute, her palms never fully leaving Rachel’s ass, hips, and thighs, while Rachel remained frozen in place, biting her lip hard and letting only the smallest, stammering, broken sounds escape whenever the pressure became too much.