Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 330: New Playthings

Angela's hand was gripped by me as I drew her along toward the throbbing green tear hanging in the heavens. Beneath our steps, the earth felt yielding, blanketed by untamed grasses and dotted with sparse trees, the very air humming with a strange, supernatural vibe.

As we drew nearer, the rift's buzz intensified, resonating through the atmosphere like the deep rumble of some colossal engine fueling mysteries far beyond mortal grasp.

Next came the sounds—voices.

They rang out in bewilderment, laced with terror, overlapping in a wild symphony of dread and astonishment. We burst past the final cluster of trees into a sprawling round meadow, where the turf lay crushed and burned in spots underfoot. Overhead, the emerald gash in the firmament throbbed threateningly, bathing the chaos below in an eerie, unnatural radiance.

Debris cluttered the open space—crumbled edifices, mangled car skeletons, and fragmented high-tech relics strewn about like playthings discarded by an invisible giant. Right at the heart of the mayhem stood humans—scores of them, faces ashen with stunned horror, garments ripped and soiled, gazes bulging with utter bafflement.

"What in the world is happening?!" bellowed a man, his tone splintering in fright as he gripped his skull, scanning wildly as though the madness might suddenly clarify.

"I can’t make sense of it!" wailed a woman, her fingers quivering while she gaped at the rift. "Just moments ago, I was in my flat, and suddenly—this madness!"

"I figured it was a quake!" hollered another fellow, his cry hoarse from sheer alarm. "But no—this sure as hell isn’t a quake! Where on earth are we?!"

A little girl clung desperately to her mom's side, tears brimming in her eyes. "Mommy, what's that eerie green glow up there? Is it the identical one from earlier... right before all this nightmare started?"

Panic and disarray hung heavy in the breeze, with the verdant rift throbbing overhead like a festering scar ripped into the sky itself.

Through the throng shoved a lady, her features contorted in anguish, frame quaking. She possessed striking beauty—raven locks, chiseled traits, and a beauty mark just over her mouth that lent her an alluring air, even amid the turmoil. Her stare fixed on us, pleading.

"Do you folks have any clue?" she pressed, her words fracturing under the weight of dread.

Advancing ahead, I assumed command. "I have no idea," I replied evenly, merging seamlessly with the surrounding turmoil. "That green flash... we all witnessed it right before landing here. Then, in a blink, we were dumped into this place."

Abruptly, the lady dashed off in the opposite direction, shrieking, "Nicole! NICOLE! BILL! BILLL!"—her frantic cries reverberating amid the masses. All around, folks gripped one another tightly, cheeks drained of color, stares stretched wide in horror and dismay.

Bending close to Angela and Lisa, I murmured softly yet firmly, scarcely piercing the surrounding uproar. "Stick by me. Mirror my actions. We're blind to this threat for now, but we'll uncover the truth." My eyes roamed the assembly, evaluating, plotting. "Above all—avoid drawing any attention."

Angela dipped her head, her grip clenching my limb, her words a hushed breath. "Dexter, what on earth is this? What's really happening?"

I held back my response for the moment. Turning instead to the cluster of souls closest by—a fellow in a shredded business outfit, a lady holding her kid, a youth with eyes popped in fright—I moved in, face schooled to bland composure, tone weaving into the frantic babble.

"Hey—anyone catch what went down? Prior to that green flash?" I inquired lightly, as if merely one more bewildered figure grasping at sanity in the insanity.

The suited man wagged his head, palms jittering. "I— I was in a conference. One instant, chatting with my superior, the next—" He flung his arms at the wrecked remnants encircling us. "—pure havoc. The earth yawned wide. I tumbled. And somehow... I ended up here, awake."

The lady cradling the youngster bobbed her head wildly, tone quavering. "Exactly the same for us. We were cozy at home. The ground simply... gave way. My little one spotted the green gleam first. She let out a shriek, and then—" Her words faded, sight flicking to the chasm overhead, complexion ghostly.

The youth gulped deeply, his murmur faint. "School for me. The floor just... split apart. Worse than any tremor. Then the glow hit me. And boom—I'm stranded here."

Overhead, the emerald tear throbbed, spilling a spectral light across the frenzied tableau. The folks nearby reeled in bewilderment, their shouts clashing in a desperate medley of bafflement and fright.

Gleaning from the snippets of talk we'd overheard, one truth emerged—they'd all occupied the identical spot, be it whatever realm, when the terrain fractured like a tear in existence. Down they plunged, beholding that selfsame verdant blaze en route. Then—they roused in this spot, unscathed yet hopelessly adrift.

One guy fished out his mobile device, digits shaking as he glared at the display. "Zero signal out here," he grumbled, frustration choking his words. "Not a single bar. No network. Zilch." He glanced skyward, surveying the shattered forms and the thrumming gash, visage ashen. "What in blazes is unfolding?"

My focus drifted to the beauty with the mark over her mouth—the same who'd confronted us before. Now she huddled with a pair of youthful grown-ups, a lad and lass in their early twenties. They held fast to her, looks blending alarm with a touch of solace.

"You two holding up?" she queried, tone unsteady as her palms roved their limbs, probing for harm. "Any trouble during the drop? When we all tumbled?"

The lad negated with a shake, voice gravelly. "Nah, Mom. All good. Except..." He waved at the surrounding bedlam, features strained. "For all this craziness. What even is it?"

The lass agreed with a nod, eyes enormous. "This makes no sense. We were side by side one heartbeat, and the next—" She broke off, eyes climbing to the fissure. "—utter disaster. Where have we ended up?"

The lady drew them in tight, her speech firming up despite the trembles in her grasp. "No clue, my dears. But we'll sort it. As a unit."

Observing the trio, thoughts whirled in my head. These weren't mere isolated wanderers—they formed kinships, clusters, bonds of familiarity. Still, bafflement shrouded them all regarding the catastrophe. None grasped their location—or era.