Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 291: Ada’s First Toilet: Piss or Panic?

The female guard guided me through the halls, her movements sharp and disciplined. I watched as Mary and Veronica handled the housing assignments, their names appearing on a digital tablet held by the soldier. Without uttering a word, I snatched the device from her hand and dismissed her with a frigid stare.

My fingers slid across the glass, scanning the list until I located what I was looking for: the residence assigned to Ada and Ruth.

"You're dismissed," I muttered, my tone cold as I kept my focus on the screen. "Return to your post."

She gave a quick nod, her face reddening slightly as she turned to leave. Her hips swayed just enough to draw my attention before the door clicked shut behind her.

I tapped the screen again, tracing the data until I confirmed the location: Ada and Ruth’s room. Room 17. Second floor.

Perfect.

I shoved the door open without bothering to knock. My eyes took in the surroundings—the suite was opulent and modern, representing a massive leap from the primitive existence they had known until now.

Ada was positioned in the center of the room, her hands exploring the texture of the silk drapes, the plush bedding, and the polished marble of the furniture.

She had been dressed in tight denim shorts that clung to her thick thighs and accentuated her heavy backside. A bikini top struggled to hold her massive breasts, with her nipples already visible through the thin fabric. Her dark tresses were messy, and her lips hung slightly open in wonder as she investigated the new environment.

Ruth sat on the edge of the mattress with her legs crossed. Her nightgown was translucent and tight, barely shielding her pussy, and it rode high up her legs as she moved. Her smaller, firm breasts had hardened nipples pressing against the material, and her eyes were wide with shock at the luxury surrounding her.

Initially, neither of them realized I had entered.

I leaned against the frame of the door, arms folded, letting my gaze travel over them—from Ada’s curves to Ruth’s legs—waiting for the moment their breathing hitched as they sensed my presence.

Ada was the first to turn. Her eyes met mine, and she froze instantly. "D-Dexter...?" she whispered, her hands instinctively grabbing at her top as a blush crept over her skin.

Ruth began to stammer, her fingers clutching the fabric of her garment as her face turned a deep shade of red. Ada spun around quickly—the movement caused her nightie to shift, providing a brief, tempting view of her pussy lips before she pulled the hem down, her expression full of shame.

Shaking off her confusion, Ruth rushed toward me and threw her arms around my neck. "Dexter... what is this place? And why are we wearing these...?" Her voice trembled with uncertainty. I held her close, feeling Ada’s intense, questioning gaze on me.

"I stumbled upon this place by chance," I whispered, keeping my tone soothing and low. "This is a paradise. You won't have to worry about finding food or surviving anymore. Look at everything—there are so many wonders here."

Ruth nodded slowly while staying pressed against me, though Ada’s raw curiosity led her to step closer.

"You noticed the woman outside, right?" I went on. "That’s Angela. She leads this place, and I am in her service." Both women nodded, their faces reflecting a blend of reverence and anxiety.

Ada spoke up without hesitation. "Dexter... these garments are... uncomfortable." She shifted her weight, tugging at the material. "And I have a desperate need to piss. I’ve been holding it since we arrived, but I don't know where it's allowed."

A smirk nearly broke across my face. It made sense; they had never worn clothing or dealt with modern life before. "You can strip them off while you're inside," I told her firmly. "But you must wear them if you go back out."

Ruth caught me off guard. "No, I actually like this," she confessed, rubbing the soft fabric of her gown with a small grin. "It feels so smooth..."

Ada, however, looked annoyed. "Mine isn't smooth at all. It's making me itch." She struggled with the unfamiliar closures, fidgeting uselessly. The female guards must have put the clothes on them, and they clearly had no idea how to take them off.

"I can't get it off," Ada admitted, her voice thick with frustration.

I moved toward her, my voice dropping into a deep, predatory growl filled with meaning. "Let me assist you."

Ada sat on the bedside, pressing her thighs together as I dropped to my knees in front of her. I hooked my fingers into the waist of her denim shorts and pulled them down her legs with agonizing slowness. As the fabric fell to her ankles, it revealed the damp, tight panties underneath. My heart hammered as I peeled the last layer away, the cloth resisting for a second before sliding off.

Then, she was fully revealed. Ada’s pussy was natural and wild, with a dark patch of hair framing her lips, which were slick with either sweat or arousal. I looked up to see her nipples standing tall, dark and swollen, practically pleading for attention.

Next came the bikini top. As soon as I pulled it away, her heavy breasts tumbled out, her nipples as hard as stones and pointing straight at me. Damn.

I let out a breath, my voice sounding gravelly. "Mother Ada... do you feel better now?"

She nodded, though her face remained pinched with discomfort. "But I really have to piss, Dexter. I can't wait much longer."

I cleared my throat, forcing myself to stay focused. "This room has a device called a toilet. That is where you piss and shit. It stays clean and doesn't smell. I'll show you." I looked over at Ruth, who was watching everything with wide, innocent eyes. "Follow me. Both of you."

The bathroom felt like a different world to them. Ruth ran her fingers over the chilled, smooth tiles as her nightie swayed. Ada paused at the door, her naked body tense as she stared at the shining toilet, the mirrors, and the chrome fixtures.

I led Ada forward, placing a hand gently on the small of her back. "Sit here."

She did as she was told, lowering her bare backside onto the cold porcelain seat. She gasped. "Dexter... this is where we are supposed to go?" Her voice was a mix of disbelief and wonder.

Ruth leaned in with typical curiosity, examining the toilet as if it were a holy relic. "It's so... bright and clean." She reached out a hand but hesitated before touching the seat. "But won't we make it dirty?"

Ada shifted, her thighs rubbing together. "It feels odd. Like a throne. But where does the waste... go?" She tapped the porcelain, her face showing both skepticism and fascination.

I knelt beside them and kept my voice calm. "There is water inside that carries everything away. There's no odor and no mess. Only... relief." I caught Ada's eye. "Give it a try. You'll understand."

Ada bit her lip, her nipples still hard from the air conditioning, her pussy visible and vulnerable as she sat there. "But what if it makes a noise? What if it splashes?"

Ruth seemed much more relaxed. She looked at Ada and spoke softly. "Dexter wouldn't deceive us. If he says this is how it's done, then it's safe." She turned to me with total confidence. "You're really taking care of her, aren't you?"