Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 254: Inhumane Experiment

The heavy silence between us was shattered when Angela cleared her throat, a sharp and purposeful sound. "Ok... that’s enough of this talk," she declared, her tone projecting a professional firmness. Despite her composure, I noticed her grip tightening on the tablet, and I didn't miss the way her breathing had stuttered just a moment prior.

Though she was desperate to reclaim her authority and bury the lingering tension, the heat still burning in her eyes betrayed her true feelings.

I gave a slow nod and leaned back in my chair, keeping my eyes fixed on her as she rose. Her movements were fluid and radiated confidence. "Let’s go," she commanded, her voice regaining its cool, authoritative edge. "I need to check on those experimental subjects."

She turned away, her lab coat fluttering around her curves as she made her way toward the exit, tablet held tight. I trailed behind her, my gaze immediately dropping to her backside. The way it swayed with every step was hypnotic, a deliberate taunt to my senses.

The fabric of the lab coat hugged her hips perfectly, tracing every line of her body. My palms itched with a sudden, violent urge to reach out and grab her—to strike that perfect ass hard enough to leave a lasting mark.

Fuck.

The fantasy played out in my mind: the sharp crack of my hand against her skin, her breathless gasps, and the way she’d stumble before spinning around to glare at me. Her eyes would be filled with outrage, but beneath that, something much more primal would burn. Lust. A raw need. A craving to be dominated and ruined right there in the open corridor, careless of any witnesses.

I balled my hands into fists, forcing myself to maintain a respectful distance, even as my cock throbbed with a desperate ache to turn the fantasy into reality. Angela cast a glance back at me, her eyes narrowing as if she could feel the heat of my stare and the hunger radiating off my body.

She remained silent, however. She didn't call me out on it. Instead, she simply looked away, her hips swaying with a bit more emphasis, as if she knew exactly how much she was torturing me.

We moved through the sterile, white hallway, our footsteps echoing against the walls. The atmosphere was thick and electric, heavy with the unspoken promise of what would happen if I finally snapped and lost control.

I pictured slamming her against the wall, my weight pinning her down as my hands explored her curves and my mouth crashed onto hers. I could almost hear the moans she’d let out, her body arching into mine as she begged for more.

Fuck.

I shifted uncomfortably, trying to discreetly adjust myself as my cock strained against the denim of my pants. Angela looked back again, her eyes dipping toward my crotch for a fleeting second before snapping back to meet my gaze.

A tiny, knowing smirk ghosted across her lips, yet she kept her silence. She just continued walking, her ass swaying and her scent lingering in the air, driving me absolutely wild.

At the end of the hall, we reached a massive steel door. Angela paused to scan her ID before pushing it open. The chamber beyond was dimly lit and lined with rows of glass enclosures, each housing a different subject. The air here was colder, smelling of chemicals and clinical sterility, but the tension between us only grew more intense.

Stepping inside, Angela’s voice reverted to its professional mask as she began inspecting the monitors, her fingers moving rapidly across her tablet.

As she worked, her voice remained cool and detached, her fingers dancing over the screen. A group of lab technicians—pale, wide-eyed nerds in white coats—rushed over to her, whispering updates in nervous, hushed tones.

I wasn't paying attention to them, though.

My eyes scanned the room, and a knot formed in my stomach.

Mitt. Tusk. Ryan. And the others.

Every one of them was strapped down to a bed, held fast by leather restraints, their skin pierced by countless needles and electrodes. Machines were busy draining blood from their veins, while others extracted marrow from their hips. Watching the thick, crimson fluid fill the vials made my skin crawl. Their faces were ashen, sweat beaded on their brows, and their chests labored with shallow, agonizing breaths.

Fuck, they were being treated like lab rats. I didn't exactly feel sympathy for them, but seeing those familiar faces in this state was a shock.

Angela’s voice sliced through the mechanical hum, sharp and devoid of emotion. "Test Subjects A, B, and C—" she directed, her fingers tapping the tablet, "—administer the virus from the future."

She stopped for a moment, reviewing the data before looking at the technicians. "We must observe how their systems respond—looking for any mutations or adaptations that might provide a lead on how to combat such a pathogen."

A virus from the future? Is she referring to that infertility virus?

Her focus then shifted to the final bed in the row.

"And as for Test Subject D—" she began, her voice dropping to a level that sent a shiver down my spine.

I followed her gaze.

Fucking hell.

It was another man, with tubes snaking into his flesh and a face contorted in agony. His eyes fluttered open, locking onto mine for a heartbeat before they clouded over once more.

Angela walked closer to his bedside, her expression impossible to read. "Subject D is a unique case," she whispered, almost as if talking to herself. "His genetic makeup is extraordinary—he’s shown resistance to nearly every pathogen we’ve introduced." She looked at me, her eyes cold and calculating. "We shall see if his luck holds against this one."

I stared at her, my thoughts racing.

Angela—ruthless, brilliant, and untouchable—was the one pulling all the strings. She really is a cold-blooded woman...

Standing in the center of the lab, her posture was unyielding, her very presence projecting an aura of absolute authority. She was brilliant, ruthless, and beyond reach. She didn't just lead the room; she dominated it, her sharp features looking as if they were carved from ice, her dark eyes observing every detail.

I had seen her break men twice my size with nothing but a look, and turn seasoned scientists into stuttering wrecks with a single question. She was the storm you couldn't escape, the hidden blade you never saw. And now, that blade was aimed directly at me.

"Are you afraid?" Her voice was soft, almost casual, yet the weight of her words felt like a heavy hand pressing against my chest.

I met her eyes, refusing to show any weakness. "Scared? No." I took a breath, pausing for effect. "Just... surprised. I was the one who hunted them down and brought them in. I didn't expect them to still be alive, let alone be of any use."

A slight, nearly invisible tilt of her head was the only sign of her acknowledgment. "Useful is an understatement." She moved closer, the click of her boots on the floor sounding like a metronome ticking down to the inevitable.