Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks-Chapter 457: Jack’s Cold Plan to Reclaim Mira

Drake lifted his charred, weeping stumps high above his head, letting the flickering firelight paint the blackened wounds in grotesque orange glow. His voice came out hoarse but vicious, carrying across the entire camp like a poison wind.

"Come with us!" he roared. "Grab every wooden log you can find—wrap rags around the ends, soak them in the last of our oil, and light them up! We’ll use them as torches. We attack tonight—in the dark—when that bastard Dexter least expects it!"

A savage murmur swept through the survivors. Men scrambled for branches, tearing strips of cloth from their own filthy shirts, dipping them in the final dregs of lamp oil.

Torches burst to life one by one—ugly, crackling flames that lit their gaunt, desperate faces with hellish light. Children clung tighter to their mothers; Paul coughed wetly into his sleeve, eyes wide with fear and faint hope.

One of the older men—thin, bearded, voice rough from weeks of shouting—raised his newly lit torch.

"Finally!" he shouted. "I’m done watching my daughter cry herself to sleep because her belly’s empty! If Dexter has food, we take it! All of it!"

A woman in her thirties—cheeks hollow, lips cracked—nodded fiercely.

"And medicine! My baby has been burning with fever for three days! If he has pills, I’ll burn that cave down myself to get them!"

Drake grinned through the pain, his eyes wild with revenge and lust.

"That’s right! He has crates of canned meat, fresh bread, and fruit that isn’t rotten. Clean water you don’t have to boil. Blankets without lice. Medicine that could save Paul tonight instead of burying him tomorrow. And the women..." His voice dropped into something filthy.

"Angela with those fat tits and that tight ass. Lisa, with her athletic little body that’ll scream when you force it open. Mira... that traitorous bitch who used to be Jack’s wife—she’ll be on her knees again, but this time for all of us. We’ll take turns. Line up. Breed them until they forget Dexter’s name. What do you say, boys?"

A low, hungry growl rose from the men. One of them—broad-shouldered, eyes gleaming—licked his cracked lips.

"I’ll take Lisa first," he growled. "Make her choke on my cock while the others watch. Then Angela. I want to fuck those big tits until she’s crying."

Another man laughed cruelly. "Mira’s ass looked soft even when she left. I’m gonna stretch that hole wide open. Make her beg while her daughter watches."

Jack stepped forward—face hard, eyes burning with cold calculation. He looked every bit the betrayed husband, but beneath the rage was a father’s desperate greed.

"Listen up!" Jack shouted. "A few people stay here and guard Megan. Tie her tighter—she doesn’t leave that tree until we return. The rest of us—ten strong men—go with Drake and me. The kids and women stay behind. No exceptions."

He turned to his son—Bill—who stood right beside him, young face hardened by months of hunger and hatred.

"Bill," Jack said, lowering his voice but making sure the crowd could still hear, "you’re coming with me. Your mother... Mira... she still loves you. She won’t suspect her own son. You walk right in, act like the lost boy who missed his mommy. Cry if you have to. She’ll let you inside the cave without any guard. You find where he hides the supplies—the crates, the medicine, the food. Once you know, you give us a signal. We’ll do the rest."

Bill nodded slowly—eyes gleaming with dark understanding.

"I’ll do it, Dad," he said quietly. "I’ll make her trust me. I’ll hug her, tell her I missed her, that I was wrong about everything. She’ll let me in. And when I find the stash... I’ll make sure she pays for leaving us. For choosing him."

Drake grinned—ugly, vicious—despite the pain that twisted his face.

"Good boy," he rasped. "And don’t worry about the women. We’ve got Angela and Lisa waiting for us. Two prime, well-fucked sluts who’ve been taking that bastard’s cock for weeks. Once we kill him, we take turns. You can all have a go. Angela’s tits are huge—perfect for fucking. Lisa’s got that tight little body that’ll scream when you force it in her ass. We’ll line up and breed them until they forget Dexter’s name. Sound good, boys?"

The men roared in agreement—lust and hunger mixing into something feral.

Megan yanked violently against the ropes binding her to the tree—tears streaming, voice cracking with desperate fury.

"Stop!" she screamed. "You’re all insane! This isn’t justice—this is suicide! Dexter isn’t some weak scavenger you can just overwhelm. He has power you don’t understand! He flew in on a jetpack! He cut off Drake’s hands without even breaking a sweat! If you attack him, he’ll slaughter every single one of you! Think of your children! Think of what will happen to them if you all die tonight!"

One of the women holding the rope spat at Megan’s feet.

"Easy for you to say," she snarled. "You’re dressed in new clothes while my baby is crying from hunger. You probably already spread your legs for him. Why should we listen to you?"

Megan’s voice broke into sobs.

"Because I’m trying to save you!" she cried. "I saw what he can do! I saw him cauterize Drake’s stumps with a burning knife like it was nothing! He has medicine—real medicine! Food that isn’t rotten! If you just wait, if you let me talk to him again, I can get more for all of us! Without bloodshed! Without dying!"

Jack laughed coldly.

"Talk to him?" he sneered. "The same way Camilla ’talked’ to him? On her knees? With her tits out? No thanks, Officer. We’re done begging. Tonight we take."

Megan’s tears fell faster—her voice hoarse from screaming.

"Please... Jack... Bill... think about Mira! She’s your wife, your mother! If you attack that cave, she’ll be caught in the crossfire! She’ll die because of your pride! Don’t do this! Don’t turn your son into a murderer!"

Bill looked at his mother’s former friend—eyes hard.

"She chose him," he said coldly. "Now she’ll pay for it. Just like you will if you keep talking."

Megan sagged against the ropes—sobbing openly now.

"You’re all making a terrible mistake..." she whispered. "He’ll kill you. Every last one of you. And your children will starve anyway... because there’ll be no one left to feed them."

But no one listened.

The torches were already raised high—burning bright in the night.

Jack looked at his son one last time—patting Bill’s shoulder with paternal pride mixed with cold calculation.

"Bring your mother back to us, son. Make her understand who her real family is."

Bill nodded—eyes hard.

"I will, Dad."

The group began moving—ten armed, torch-bearing men, faces twisted with greed, lust, and revenge, marching into the darkness toward my cave.