Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 332: Hot Police Officer

The tension hung heavy in the clearing, the atmosphere buzzing with the sharp scent of fear and despair. The so-called leader—a pitiful, shaking weakling—positioned himself at the heart of the group, his words trembling as he attempted to unite the flock. "Listen, everyone... we need to be together in all this. We’ll share the supplies equally so there’s no fighting."

A handful bobbed their heads like obedient puppets, mumbling, "Yeah, that’s right." The rest remained quiet, their glances flickering, their gut feelings warning that trouble loomed. Yet no one mustered the courage to voice it. No one possessed the guts.

I advanced, my boots grinding against shattered rubble, my words slicing through the frailty like a knife. "Hey." My tone carried frost, my grin full of haughty confidence. "Forget about it."

The group went still.

"These supplies?" I motioned toward the heap of gathered provisions and gear, my voice laced with possession. "They’re mine."

Silence enveloped them.

Then—

"What the fuck, dude?!" A guy bellowed, his cheeks flushing with pretended fury.

"This bastard—what is he talking about?!" Someone else hollered, his tone splintering like dry wood.

I burst into laughter, the echo grim and taunting, my gaze sweeping over the sorry bunch in front of me. "Oh, boo-hoo." I glanced at Lisa, who moved up beside me, her palm placed on the pistol hidden at her waist. She stayed silent. No words were needed. Her mere stance signaled impending force.

"Does anyone else have any opinions?" I inquired, my grin sharp as a edge, my stare challenging them to defy me.

The aspiring leader—a skinny, bug-eyed idiot—staggered backward, yanking a young woman along. She appeared youthful, terrified, and roughly the same age as Nicole and Bill. His words quavered as he strived for courage.

"I-I don’t believe you dare to shoot!" He faced the group, his pitch climbing in panic. "What are you afraid of?! There are so many of us, and only one gun!"

I snickered, my tone a deep, threatening rumble. "Oh, little man..." I approached nearer, my eyes fixing on his. "Looks like you’re not afraid of dying."

His complexion drained of color. He gulped roughly, yet compelled himself to remain upright. "Y-you wouldn’t—"

"Wouldn’t I?" I interrupted, my grin expanding. "Try me."

Then—she showed up.

A female forced her way through the throng, her cop outfit clinging taut to contours that laughed at physics. Damn. Those fasteners seemed ready to surrender with a single heavy breath. My gaze paused—briefly—before returning to her features.

She wielded a firearm. And it aimed directly at Lisa.

"STOP!" Her command rang out like a lash, firm and ordering. "I’m a cop! Put the gun down!"

The assembly dispersed, splitting apart like waves before her advance, her focus pinned on us.

I breathed out, my demeanor transforming in a flash. The bold, overbearing deity faded, giving way to a quivering, saucer-eyed weakling. "O-Officer!" I stuttered, lifting my palms in pretended submission.

"P-please, I was just joking!" I drew Lisa behind my frame, bowing my head like a chastised pup. "I-I didn’t mean it! We were wrong! You can do whatever you want!"

The stunning officer kept her pistol raised, though her words eased slightly. "This lady..." She indicated Lisa with a nod. "Give. Me. Your. Gun."

Lisa’s digits spasmed, her joints pale from clenching the handle. "It’s for my protection," she snarled, her timbre hushed and lethal.

The law enforcer stood unmoved. "The situation is unknown. After what just happened..." She surveyed the gathering, her tone resolute. "I think it’s best if you surrender your weapon. For everyone’s safety. You’ll get it back once we’re out of here."

The flock murmured their support.

"Yeah! The officer’s right!"

"Give her your gun!"

Lisa cast me a look, her eyes blazing with fury. She yearned to fire into each of these idiots. But I laughed inside, my thoughts plotting far ahead.

Oh, this is going to be fun.

I faced Lisa, my voice gentle and beseeching. "Lisa... please. Give her your gun."

She paused, her hold firming—then loosening. With an icy, menacing glare, she passed the firearm to the officer.

The cop accepted it, her look content. "Good. Now—"

"OFFICER!" A voice called from the masses. "What about HIS gun?!" He jabbed a finger my way, his accusation sharp.

I elevated my hands further, my words shaking with fabricated terror. "I-I don’t have a gun, Officer! S-swear!"

The officer’s gaze sharpened, assessing me closely. For an instant, I figured she’d expose my act. But instead—she dismissed it with a huff, dipping her aim slightly. "Fine. But no more threats."

I bobbed my head vigorously, my expression pure virtue. "Y-yes, Officer! Never again!"

She addressed the group, her command steady. "Alright, everyone—"

I allowed my sight to drift to her attire once more, my brain already scheming.

Oh, you beautiful, naive little cop.

You have no idea what’s coming.

And when it hits?

You’ll be the first to beg.

I reclined against the fractured cement, drawing Angela and Lisa into the dim areas with me. My grin had vanished, supplanted by a chilly, scheming gaze as I observed the events play out. The police stunner—this saintly figure, this innocent dupe—was parading as if she ruled the spot, her pistol secured at her hip, her outfit hugging shapes that drew every male’s attention in the assembly.

Pathetic.

She failed to grasp the reality. She overlooked that old rules held no sway here. That command was a farce. That dominance wasn’t granted—it was seized.

And I seized what I craved.

The masses gathered near the officer, clinging to her declarations, their expressions blending ease and foolish faith. Idiots. They believed she’d rescue them. They imagined this remained a realm where regulations counted.

I snickered quietly, limbs folded, observing.

Angela drew close, her whisper soft. "You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?"

I kept my focus on the officer. "Oh, I’m loving it."

Lisa huffed, her fingers flexing as if eager for her pistol’s return. "She’s got no idea what she’s walking into."

"None," I concurred, my tone shadowy. "And by the time she does..." I grinned. "It’ll be too late."

Mira and Nicole lingered at the crowd’s fringe, their looks flicking our direction. Dread etched across their visages. Mira tugged Nicole nearer, her murmur stern.

"Stay away from them."

Nicole dipped her head, her stare fixed on us a moment too extended before averting, gulping deeply.

Good.