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Maddison rested on her knees between Dr. Bernard Raymond's tanned, hairy legs. Looking up at him from the foot of the recliner with her wide, almond eyes, she pulled the professor's cock out of her throat. With her best sultry look, she moaned with faux worship as she swirled his cum around in her open mouth and swallowed it. Lost in orgasmic bliss, Raymond's hand released its death grip on her big, tangled bun, broken strands of brown hair clinging to his clammy hands as he pulled back. Life is too easy, she thought with a wry smile, who needs to study when you can just fuck your professors?

"God, Maddison that was incredible. My wife is such a fucking prude!" Raymond said," Who taught you how to suck dick like that?"

"I'm 100% self-taught!" She lied with a chuckle. Her rich, widowed father had taught her how to suck dick during her junior year of high school. She had been failing so many of her classes that he had given her an ultimatum: put his cock in her mouth for every grade she begged him to change, or flunk out and lose her allowance. Eventually, she learned it was it was easier to go to her teachers and give them a blowjob instead. She took that lesson to college after she graduated high school. After 6 years of "working on her communications major", she had perfected her techniques. If everything went well, she'd only have another month of classes to sit through pretending to take notes.

"Well you passed with flying colors..." Professor Raymond said, still winded.

"No shit!" she laughed. Her soft, freckled face scrunched up into a devious grin. "That better be an A+ this time, Bennie." She leaned back on her thighs onto the oak floor of his office. The lights in the parking lot outside bathed the room in a soft amber. She raised her finger to her chin to swipe up a stray strand of cum, playfully dipping the finger into her mouth while she looked at him and sucking it clean.

Raymond sighed with a hint of anger. "Maddy, I told you I can't give you anything higher than an A-. People will get suspicious."

"That's bullshit!" she said, "Who says I can't get a single A+ in your class? I'm not fucking stupid, Ben."

Raymond looked at her for a few moments. She was short, at 4'8", but her tanned, freckled body was plump in all the right places. The hem of her plaid-green, pleated mini-skirt hugged her calves, riding just a few inches under her pussy lips. Her gold thong strands rode up along her hip bones, peeking out her pelvis before wrapping back around to her back. Her black dress shirt and gold bra were strewn across his desk, exposing tits shaped like small, juicy cantaloupes. She's perfect, he thought, confirming to himself what he'd known the minute she waltzed into his class with nothing but denim micro-shorts and loose tank top.

"Maddison, how would you like to get an A+ on your written final?"

Maddison's eyebrow perked up coyly. "What did you have in mind?"

"I've been working on a little pet project and I want you to help me test it."

"You want me to be your lab rat? No way, just fuck me in the ass or something!"

"Relax! It's nothing dangerous. I've been running tests on animals for months and it's perfectly safe! Trust me, it'll blow your mind when you see it!"

He seems like he's telling the truth, she thought, and if this gets me through with a 3.9, I could rub it in Daddy's face. "Deal," Maddy said, "when and where?"

"Meet me at my workshop in Mayberry Hills tomorrow at midnight; I'll text you the address. Wear the same thing you wore on the first day of class, and make sure nobody knows I'm meeting you."

"No shit." she chuckled, getting up on her feet to pick up her clothes. "I told you, I'm not a fucking idiot."

As Maddison left his office, Raymond sat back in his chair and smiled.

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Maddison put her BMW in park and pulled out her phone, letting the engine idle as she double checked the address. She knew she had the right place; she had triple checked it when the GPS told her the drive would take two hours to get there from the downtown condo her daddy gave her. Still, the professor’s “workshop” made her hesitate.

The decrepit barn illuminated by her car’s new xenon headlights looked straight out of a slasher film. Get over yourself Maddie, she thought, you need this. With a refreshed sense of confidence, she turned off the engine and stepped outside. A stiff breeze nipped at her skin as it rustled through the overgrown wheat fields surrounding the barn. Her skimpy outfit encouraged her to get out of the midnight chill as quickly as she could.

Following the instructions on Bernard’s text, she pushed open the barn doors and headed to the back wall. Her phone’s flashlight guided her through a dense maze of dusty hay stacks and rusty tools to a circuit breaker box in the back right corner. Checking over the text again, she flipped the third switch back and forth six times. Just as promised, a trap door beside her squealed open, revealing a short flight of concrete stairs to a metal door. 
Jesus Christ Maddie, you may as well hogtie and roofie yourself at this point. What the hell does he need all this for?

There wasn’t a chance in hell she would’ve come out here if she hadn’t brought her taser with her. She had considered using blackmail as a safety net, but that had always been her daddy‘s specialty, and she preferred keeping her hands clean. She patted the back pocket of her denim micro shorts, feeling the pink mini-taser inside for reassurance, and headed down the stairs.

She couldn’t help smirking as she punched in the code on the door’s keypad. I guess 6969 is easy to remember at least. With the last digit, a light on the pad flashed green and the door lazily swung open.

Behind the door she could see a large concrete room 20 feet deep. A metal staircase spiraled down to the floor, and as she descended the steps she saw Bernard tinkering with an elaborate, cylindrical chamber in the room’s center. Tubes and wires spilled out of it into a tangled mess on the floor, leading to valves and outlets embedded into the walls. As her orange heels clicked against the metal steps, Dr. Raymond glanced up from his work and ogled his guest.

”Ah, Maddie! I’m glad you made it. I was worried you would get lost trying to find your way in!” His gaze never met her eyes as he spoke, firmly locked on her ripe tits as they bounced down the staircase.

Fuck you too, Maddison thought. She smiled back at him while she reached the bottom floor. “I’m not the one living in the middle of buttfuck nowhere Dr. R. What the hell are you hiding down here anyways?”

”History in the making!” He gestured proudly at the device beside him with wide arms. “I can’t risk anyone discovering my creation, so I’ve hidden it out here in the sticks. It’s too powerful to let it fall into someone else’s hands!”

Maddison looked at the device lamely. It was obviously intricate, but the haphazard web of cables gave her the impression of some rickety science project one of his engineering students might make. “What is it?”

Bernard grinned from ear to ear. “A time machine!”

Maddison paused, before a frown pulled at her lips. Great, and I thought he was one of the more well-balanced professors on campus…

Bernard threw up his hands in a small surrender. “I know, I know- you don’t believe me, but I can prove it!” He went over to a nearby work station and grabbed a box-shaped digital clock. “Observe: this clock shows the current time, correct?”

Maddison rolled her eyes, This is gonna be an easy final, she thought, and checked her phone. Reading 12:13pm on both clocks, she agreed. 

“Now, I’m going to put this clock in this time machine, and send it forward three minutes. After I’ve sent it, the chamber will be empty for precisely three minutes, and then it will return with a reading three minutes early. Do you understand?”

”How many times do I have to tell you?! I’m not stupid.” she groaned, and I’m not fucking crazy like you.

Bernard waved her off and opened the hatch on the cylindrical device, revealing an empty chamber inside. He placed the clock inside and sealed the hatch closed. He went over to a large panel of buttons and knobs embedded next to the door and flicked a switch. The device whirred to life with a strong, pulsing energy, the lights dimming slightly to the crest of each pulse. Madison’s eyebrow perked up as she analyzed the device. Bernard turned one of the knobs three clicks to the right and punched a big red button in the far side of the panel.

The energized pulses ramped up into a roaring whir of machinery and then Maddison felt her blood spike with adrenaline as the room was cast into silent darkness. A second later, the lights flickered back to life. The whirring was gone.

Bernard was giddier than a child on Christmas morning as he pulled the hatch open again, revealing an empty chamber where the clock once laid on the floor.

Maddison looked at it in confusion. “Where did it go?”

”Into the future! This device sends whatever is inside the chamber to a place and time specified on this control panel. I’ve sent that digital clock to the exact position it was in, precisely three minutes into the future.”

Maddison’s mind twirled in her skull, unable to accept that the moderately attractive, though generally mundane, college professor she had been sucking off for math grades had invented a honest-to-god time machine. A stupefied, “What?” was all she could manage to utter.

Bernard chuckled at her. “What happened to that alleged superior intellect you stupid bitch?”

Maddison stood there, lost in thought. Her day had been draining to say the least; getting up early for a ‘study session’ with her chemistry professor, grabbing brunch with her best friend Sammy, swimming at the lake with Sammy and two hot gym rats they’d been toying with for a week, followed by an orgy at her daddy’s lake house, a short nap to recharge, dinner with her daddy at his favorite restaurant while he groped her under the table for her weekly allowance, sucking him off in his car on the drive to her condo to pay her rent, and then finally driving two hours to meet up with Bernard for his little science experiment. She was so exhausted when she’d finally finished driving over that she hadn’t noticed the change in her Professor’s character. 

He had always been charming, but weak willed. It was part of why she was so willing to drive out this far for his little game. He was easy prey; simple to push around and manipulate. He had asked for sex a couple times, but he’d always relented for a blowjob instead when she threatened to cut him off cold turkey. Tonight, though, he had been different: carrying a kind of crazed confidence that only a fanatic could muster. He seldom locked eyes with her before, but now he eyed her like a cat toying with its mouse. She hadn’t caught it until he called her a bitch, something he never would have dared to do before.

The revelation sent a perversive shiver down her spine that pooled in her loins.

”It’s time!” 

Madison snapped out of her stupor. Bernard lowered his wristwatch and began opening the hatch. Inside, a digital alarm clock lay in the center of the chamber, reading 12:13pm. She checked her phone to see it was 12:16pm. It had worked, seemingly. She looked at her professor under a cocktail of awesome fear.

He locked eyes with her, a mischievously manic smile stretched across his slender face. “Are you ready to make history, Madison?”

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Bernard smiled at the hot piece of ass in front of him. God, she was such a dumb little slut. She has no idea how fucked she’s about to be.

”Are you ready to make history, Maddison?”

The petite college slut stood there, still in awe of what his great mind had achieved. 23 years of hard work and siphoning money out of his engineering program’s budget was finally about to pay off. He could hardly wait to start his new life in paradise!

”How are we going to get back? You said you’re able to send things to any place and time, but you never mentioned anything about a return trip. Wont we get stuck wherever, or- whenever, we go?”

Bernard was impressed. It was the first smart thing the dumb, cocky bitch had asked since he’d met her. “Not to worry,” he said, pulling out a plastic box with one, big blue button it, “this button will pull whatever went through the Time Machine last back to its original time and place!” It took some effort to make that lie convincing, but she swallowed it like the stupid little bitch he knew she was.
He had been trying to solve the problem of a one way trip, but his plan didn’t need one anymore. When his doctor told him he’d only have three months to live, he was surprised by the relief it gave him. He was just glad he had been able to build the Time Machine before his diagnosis. He doubted he would’ve been able to focus with that hanging over him.

His plan was much simpler now. The base camp had been set up and fortified, and he had enough rations for him and his “guest” to live for the rest of his short life. What happened after that wasn’t any of his concern. For those two and half months, he was going to live like a god, and a god deserved his own concubine.

Maddison looked into the chamber of the Time Machine. I’m really about to do this, aren’t I? She felt that all too familiar void calling her name, beckoning her to throw caution to the wind like she’d done so many times before. “Fuck it.” she said, “Let’s make some fucking history! Where are we going?”

”How would you like to travel 50,000 years into the past? I had to do some stress tests when I first started testing my device, and trust me, you’ll never believe how beautiful it is! Nature unscathed by man’s wretched hands like you’ve never seen before!”

”Woah, wait a minute. Isn’t that a little dangerous? There’s like, dinosaurs n’ shit running around!”

Bernard smiled at her, bemused by her apparent stupidity. “I guess a smart little bitch like you hasn’t been paying attention in anthropology class after all.” Bernard surprised her with a bitch slap.

”Ow! What the fuck Bernie?!”

”I’ve had enough of your idiotic ramblings. From now on, you’ll shut your whore mouth unless I give you permission to speak.” Bernard pointed at the center of the chamber, “If you want your pathetic little A, go over there and get down on your knees.”

Maddison rubbed her cheek, still red with pain, and groaned. “FINE, Whatev-“

SMACK

”I TOLD YOU,” Bernard screamed, bitch slapping her on the opposite cheek so hard she almost fell over, “SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH AND GET OVER THERE ON YOUR KNEES!”

Maddison felt the tears welling in her eyes. She briefly considered pulling out her taser and frying the fucker, but she didn’t want the night to go to waste after so much investment. Besides, it’s a fucking Time Machine. It’s not like daddy hasn’t slapped me harder anyways…

Without another sound, Maddison stepped in the chamber, pushed the clock out of the way, and got down on her knees. From inside, she could see another panel identical to the one on the exterior of the device, and Bernard stepped inside to start fidgeting with it. He flicked a switch, and the pulses of energy began flowing around the walls of the chamber. After twisting a series of knobs, he turned another one five clicks to the left.
“Crawl over here, bitch.” Bernard undid his belt, letting his slacks drop to the floor. “Worship me like the god I truly am.”

The petite college slut rolled her eyes, and then did her best impression of a royal concubine, swaying her heart shaped ass from side to side as she made her way over to him. She fished his hairy, swelling cock out of his tightey-whiteys and got to work, bathing it with her tongue. If she didn’t have the extensive training she’d acquired over the years, the salty, sour taste would have made her cringe. It was clear he’d just recently taken a piss.

The professor gripped her thick, brunette hair and pulled her down to the base of his cock, relishing her tight throat with a groan of satisfaction as she gagged for his pleasure. “Get ready bitch! We’re about to see if this thing works with humans!”

Maddison’s eyes darted up in worry, but it was too late for second thoughts. The professor slammed his fist down on the big red button and the pulses of energy rocketed into a screaming fury. He gripped her head with both hands and started facefucking her as the smell of iron filled the air, and then suddenly the chamber around them vanished.

She could barely register the change in their surroundings; too preoccupied with the brutal throatfucking she was receiving. Her only clues to their new setting were the sudden daylight, the fresh breeze on her skin, and the feeling of grass beneath her bare legs.
“Oh fuck! Agh- Fuck we made it! I fucking did it!”
she could barely register Bernard’s crazed babbling as he picked up speed, slamming her face down again and again into his crotch. Her throat burned from the rapid assault, and her nose was getting bruised from being bashed against his groin again and again. She threw her hands up to his thighs to try and push him away, but it just spurred him on more.

”I’m a fucking god! GAH- I’M A FUCKING GOD!”

Grunk-Tah stood up from the creek he had been scavenging from and listened closely. He could hear an animal screaming beyond the trees to his right. He listened more closely, and his face grew grim. It was a human, probably an older adult. As quietly as he could, he stalked over to where the trees broke into a clearing.

Grunk-Tah had to be careful. Humans often travelled in packs, and they were clever creatures. This was likely another one of their traps which could easily kill him if he wasn’t careful, there wasn’t another reason for a human to be this loud; it had to be bait. In the tall, grassy field beyond, he spotted a man with his face thrown up, screaming at the sky-father as he made his trek from horizon to horizon.

This angered Grunk-Tah. He cursed the humans under his breath for disrespecting his people’s almighty protector, but silently he praised them for the humans’ cunning. It was clever bait, surely meant to make him rush into action against the heathen. As he studied the man more closely, he noticed the human was dressed strangely, but Grunk-Tah paid no close attention to that. The humans were always dressing in strange new ways. Perhaps it was simply meant to make him uneasy. Grunk-Tah would not be so easily fooled however, and he began stalking through the tall grass, his trusty spear ready in both of his strong, meaty hands.

Grunk-Tah circled around the bait the way his father had taught him, scanning for the rest of the heathen’s party surely lying in wait so he could pick them off silently, one by one. However, as he stalked around the noisy human, he was surprised to find the field was otherwise empty. This unsettled Grunk-Tah. Could the man really be alone? Slowly, he stalked towards the heathen to get a better a look, and what he found puzzled him even more.

The man wasn’t alone, he was fucking his mate. He could see her through the tall grass, desperately trying to please the man as he shoved her throat up and down his cock. He supposed the cries of pleasure now made sense, but now it ignited a deep rage within him. Who were these humans to defile the sky-father’s sanctity like this? His anger simmered into a boiling rage, and he gripped his spear tight in his right hand.

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” Bernard screamed, lost in a crashing wave of orgasmic pleasure. Maddison held on for her life, throat burning and mascara freely flowing down her cheeks like rivers of oil. Her red nails clawed at his hairy thighs, begging him to finish so she could finally fill her lungs again.

”I’M YOUR GOD! I’LL BE YOUR FUCKING GOD FOR THE REST OF YOUR FUCKING LI- URK!!”

Maddison felt something wet spray across her scalp as Bernard was suddenly pushed away from her. His grip tightened as he fell, pulling her along, still locked to his cock as he crashed into the tall grass behind him. When they hit the ground, his grip loosened and she threw herself off of him. When she filled her lungs with air, she looked back at him to figure out what had happened. When she saw him, writhing on the ground, his chest pouring blood from the crude spear embedded in his chest, she screamed in terror.

WHAT THE FUCK?! She couldn’t stop screaming, forced to take sharp, terrified breaths to get the sound out. She heard something move in the tall grass, but she couldn’t figure out the direction, but she knew it was coming closer, and fast. She suddenly realized how lost she was; how stupid she had been. The image of the return button flashed across her brain like lighting, jolting her into action.
The rustling in the bush around her grew louder as she dove onto Bernard’s dying body. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK- C’MON! He was still coughing out thick squirts of blood as her shaking hands rummaged into his shirt pocket where he had stashed the button.
YES! She thought, whipping out the button as a startling man-like shape appeared in her peripheral vision deep within the tall grass. She slammed the button and shut her eyes, waiting for salvation.

It never came. A hulking, ugly brute in a tattered fur skirt came leaping out of the grass and pounced on her. The button was thrown out of her hands and she crashed to the ground again, and her almond eyes flung open in panic. The savage, filthy creature on top of her reeked of sweat and musky clothes. She gagged at the stench of his rancid breath.

”AAHHH!!!” Maddison screamed, desperately trying to wriggle out from underneath her assaulter. “OH GOD!!! PLEASE, DONT HURT ME!!!” He was savage and terrifying: wide, square jaw with a rough, block-like face that bore down on her like a tiger ready for the kill. She had never seen such an horrifying, disgusting creature in her rich, pampered life. He pinned her soft arms down in the crushed grass above her head. His thick, Herculean arms were covered with coarse fur-like hair, and his tight grip shot bolts of pain through her nerves. “AAahHAAA!!! NO! PLEASE NO!!!” He leaned down and roared in her cringing face, splattering spittle across her perfectly manicured skin.

Grunk-Tah was excited. He had never seen such a ravishing creature. Despite their flaws, he enjoyed human women the most, and this one was a goddess amongst them. He buried his nose in her pretty brown hair and sniffed it deeply. It was absolutely incredible, infused with the smell of lilacs and honey!

The woman started flailing again, trying desperately to wriggle her way out of his hold. That wouldn’t do; she should know her place by now. On top of that, he had to stop her from screaming lest they attract something more dangerous. Sabretooths were usually prowling in this area. With his left hand keeping a hold of her wrists, he used his strong right arm to subdue her.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

In rapid succession, he smacked her dainty face again and again, until the left side of her face was a bright red. When he was done, he gripped her by the throat and squeezed tight enough to silence her cries of pain. Using his fingers, he grabbed her by the jaw and forced her to look at up at him through watery eyes.

It would’ve been pointless to try and speak to her. Humans and his kind spoke different tongues. Instead, he stared grimly at her, asserting his dominance. When she stopped squirming, he assumed she got the message and let his eyes wander.

She was beautiful. Her body was slender and smooth, but with hips that would be good for rearing children, maybe even his. Her tits weren’t huge, but they weren’t small by any means, and they had a ripeness that he couldn’t help but stare at I  appreciation. Her clothes seemed to accentuate every aspect of her body, hugging her form and concealing it in a way that drove him crazy with lust. Her bright orange top teased his growing hard-on with just the top of her bulging breasts, and her tiny blue pants kept her legs exposed in all of their smooth glory.
He decided then and there that she would be his mate, whether she liked it or not.

Oh god, please… please no- anything but that…

She could tell what he was thinking about, even through the mental haze her brain was in after he smacked her into submission. He had the same face all men did when they stopped seeing her as a person and started looking at her like she was nothing but a piece of fuckmeat. That look used to thrill her, but now it terrified her to her core. There was no escape. Even if she could’ve somehow escaped from this cruel caveman, the return button hadn’t worked. She was stuck here, lost in pre-history for the rest of her miserable life.

The grip on her jaw disappeared, moved down to her tank top as he fished his fat, calloused fingers into her cleavage and ripped the top off in one savage motion, exposing her tits to his gaze. To her horror, she could feel a familiar growing pressure against her thigh as he ogled her tits. The savage gripped one of them with his big, meaty hand, and she mewled as he began kneading it roughly.
It felt like he was about to crush her breast in his hand. Every squeeze caused one of her legs to kick out in pain until he finally let go. She clenched her eyes closed, desperate to hide behind them.
Her tears had run dry by the time he gripped her denim shorts with his right hand and ripped them from her body. The excited grunts he made looking at her black lace panties made her sick, and the pressure on her thigh grew stronger, pulsing with nauseating warmth. With one final pull, her panties were torn to pieces, leaving her completely exposed beyond the high heels still strapped to her feet. In all her years of leveraging her womanly charm, she had never so utterly naked and vulnerable.

Grunk-Tah felt his heart racing. This would be the fuck of his lifetime! Keeping a tight grip on her wrists, he used his knees and his other hand to push her legs apart. Her folds revealed themselves like a flower in bloom, wafting her sweet scent into his nostrils. It was intoxicating.

He undid the fasten on his boar-fur kilt and dropped it on the ground behind him. His cock was already throbbing, and the woman started pleading again when she caught sight of it. He groaned with annoyance and put his hand over her mouth. He needed her silent if they were both going to survive this.

Lining up his cock was difficult, given how much she had started squirming, but not impossible. With a bit of luck, he was able to lodge his head up against her opening and rammed himself in. She screamed in agony, but the sound was muffled by the palm of his hand.

She was magnificent! Her tight walls spasmed against his invading member, gripping his dick magically. Her body writhed on the grass as he thrust deeper and deeper, and he relished the feeling of her struggling against him. He had never felt such intense and pleasurable pain.

Maddison had never felt such intense pain. Usually a big cock like his at least gave her a pleasant feeling of being stretched-out, but the nauseating horror overrode every sensation. All she could feel was the pain as he grinned down with a cruel smile.

There’s no escape.

It was all she could think about. This would be her life now: the plaything of some sick neanderthal. He thrust deeper into her, and she screamed into his palm again, writhing in pain. The next thrust brought him up against her cervix and a new-found sense of pain-induced panic gripped her. She bucked her hips as hard as she could, desperately hoping to break free as he rammed against her cervix over and over. Her wrists fought hopelessly against his iron grip, crushed under his immense strength. Her pupils shook helplessly, looking up at him with terror.

Why?! Oh god, why?! She felt him speeding up his thrusts, and she mewled in despair. No! No, please! She cried, unable to get words past the filthy, shit covered skin blocking her mouth. Please! I don’t want to have his baby!

She knew she was on birth control. Her days of slutting her way through college would’ve ended pretty fast if she hadn’t been, but she would never be able to take another pill again. It was only a matter of time before he knocked her up with his own little cavebaby. 

The beastly savage pumped faster and faster into her enflamed pussy, crackling pain following every rapid thrust. She screamed as loud as she could, until her voice grew hoarse and the pain grew too fierce to even speak. After another minute of her savage rape, he slammed his hips into her with every ounce of his strength. His cock speared into her cervix, busting it open as his balls spasmed. Soon, she felt every crevice of her womb filled with his disgusting spunk, giving her core an unsettling warmth. All she could do was sob, wishing she could go back home to cry in her bed.

Grunk-Tah groaned as he felt his balls flood her womb. His mind was so awash in unprecedented pleasure, he felt pinpricks needle him all over his hairy body. He collapsed backwards into the grass, sitting beside the body of that stupid man. He was surprised to see him still sputtering blood out of his chest wound, but it seemed it was just the aftershocks of death. The man’s eyes were cold and adrift. He gripped his trusty spear, thanking his father’s skill for its sturdy craftsmanship, and caught his breath.

The little woman was crawling away, clearly in pain. He wasn’t worried though. She would never be able to outrun or overpower him without help, and now she was all alone. He kept an eye on her as she groaned towards the tattered remains of her clothes.

His eyebrow cocked in curiosity as she started pilfering one of the pockets on her tiny, ruined pants. She pulled out a strange, colorful rock with a black stripe at the end. When she found it, she quickly kicked off her strange shoes. Humans were always such strange creatures, he thought, why would they ever need such impractical shoes?

Having caught his breath, he stood up and yanked his spear out of the dead man’s chest. The woman turned back in fear, clutching the rock as if her life depended on it. He cared little if she wanted to keep it with her. Perhaps it would help her accept her new role as his mate. Without caution, he reached to pick her up by her supple waist.

Maddison waited for the perfect moment to strike. Her taser only had enough juice for one or two zaps before it was useless, so she had to make it count. When his hairy, grasping arm got close, she screamed and thrust the taser into his skin and squeezed the on button. A quick zap of electricity jolted through his arm and he recoiled back, clutching his singed arm as he bellowed in pain.

She didn’t take the time to look at the rage building within him. Instead, she fought to her feet and started sprinting through the tall grass.

”fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!” She muttered, trying not curse loud enough for him to hear. It would not have made a difference. After a tiny head start, she could hear the grass rustling behind her. Desperately, she tried to zip in random directions, but the neanderthal tracked her effortlessly. Before she knew what happened, he grabbed her by her long, flowing hair and yanked her to the dirt.

Her back fell flat on the ground, winding her in an instant. Then, the brute straddled her and started punching her repeatedly. Each fist crashed down on her body like a sledgehammer, the first cracking her rib, the second bruising her stomach, and so on. It was clear she had enraged him immensely. He stopped only when she was left black and blue, curled up in pain trying to remember her own name.

With his big, meaty hand, he gripped her by the hair and dragged her through the underbrush. Grass scratched painfully at her plump asscheeks as she clawed at the fist dragging her. It felt like her scalp was on fire, and she could barely breathe through the beating she had just taken.

After a few minutes of dragging, she had given up her struggle, instead opting to sob once more with a fresh well of tears. The caveman stopped to pick her up by the waist and threw her over his shoulder.

Grunk-Tah would have been impressed by how feisty his new mate was, if she hadn’t enraged him with her dark magic. Humans were always such cunning creatures, he couldn’t believe he had fallen for another one of their tricks.

No matter, he had taught her what would happen if she ever disrespected him like that again, and now she seemed to have learned her place. It would be a long walk to his home in the mountains on the horizon, but he was happy to have a new mate along with him. She would make him very happy for a long, long time.