The cell never changed.
Same black crystal walls. Same violet-black chains holding me spread-eagled in the air. Same low hum of the power dampeners that kept my abilities suppressed to almost nothing. Days had blurred into weeks, or maybe months — I no longer knew. Time had lost all meaning in this void.
I was slowly breaking.
The women still came. Almost every day now.
Tonight it was the redhead again — the one with freckles and a wicked smile. She floated in wearing nothing but a sheer black robe that she let fall open as she approached. "Still fighting, Loverman?" she purred, pressing her body against mine. Her breasts were soft and warm against my chest. "How long can you keep this up? Elena isn't coming. She's out there playing hero alone… while you're here, getting harder every time we visit."
I turned my head away, jaw clenched. "Fuck you."
She laughed softly and straddled my face without warning, lowering her already dripping pussy onto my mouth. "That's the idea. Lick me. Make me cum like a good boy."
I resisted — teeth gritted — but the chains pulsed, forcing my head forward. Her juices flowed freely as she ground down, moaning loudly. "Yes… use that tongue… you're getting so good at this. Elena would be so disappointed if she knew how eagerly you drink from us now."
The humiliation burned worse than any physical pain. I hated myself for the way my body responded. The redhead came hard — flooding my mouth, thighs squeezing my head as she cried out in pleasure.
When she finally climbed off, the dark-haired beauty from before was already waiting. She dropped to her knees and took my cock into her mouth — warm, wet, and far too skilled. "Look at him," she murmured around me. "Already leaking. His body knows who the real master is now."
They worked me together — one riding my face, the other sucking my cock — until I broke again, cumming with a choked groan of shame and rage. They left laughing, promising to bring "new friends" next time.
Alone again, I hung there in the darkness, shame and rage burning through me.
"Elena…" I whispered hoarsely. "I'm sorry… I'm trying to hold on… please find me…"
But deep down, I was starting to wonder if she ever would.
Elena had been quietly succeeding.
She moved like a ghost through Riftmaster's empire — teleporting in and out of facilities, striking fast, extracting small groups of hostages, then vanishing before the clones could respond. She had rescued dozens in the last few weeks: mid-level officials, resistance fighters, even a few journalists broadcasting underground messages of hope.
But she was exhausted. And the loneliness was crushing her.
One night, after a successful extraction in the Alps, she returned to a hidden resistance safe house. As she stepped inside, she froze.
A man was waiting for her — tall, handsome, with dark hair and a charming smile. He wore a sleek black tactical suit.
"I'm Cassanova," he said, raising his hands peacefully. "The resistance sent me. The governments still fighting Riftmaster assigned me to help you. You've been doing this alone too long. Let me watch your back."
Elena's eyes narrowed, purple aura flickering. "I work alone."
"I know," Cassanova replied gently. "But you don't have to. I'm not here to replace your husband. I'm here to help you find him — and free the rest of the leaders."
She studied him for a long moment. He seemed sincere. The resistance had vouched for him. And deep down, she knew she couldn't keep doing this completely alone much longer.
"Fine," she said finally. "But if you slow me down, I leave you behind."
Cassanova smiled. "Understood."
In my cell, deep beneath the Rift Citadel, the torment continued.
The women still came — almost daily now.
Tonight it was the redhead and the dark-haired beauty again. The redhead straddled my face immediately, lowering her wet pussy onto my mouth. "Lick me, hero. Make me cum like a good boy."
I resisted — jaw clenched — but the chains forced my head forward. Her juices flowed as she ground down, moaning. "Yes… that's it… you're getting so good at this."
The dark-haired woman knelt between my legs, taking my cock into her mouth — warm, skilled, relentless. "He's hard again," she murmured. "Even trapped, his body knows who the real master is."
They worked me together until I broke — cumming with a choked groan of shame. The redhead laughed as she climbed off my face. "Keep fighting. It makes it sweeter when you finally break."
Alone again, I hung there in the darkness, tears of frustration burning in my eyes.
"Elena…" I whispered hoarsely. "I'm sorry… I'm trying to hold on… please find me…"
But I was slowly breaking.
And Elena was still searching — now with a new partner at her side, while I remained trapped in the heart of the enemy's stronghold.
The Super Couple was fractured.
Riftmaster's empire grew stronger every day.
And the darkness closed in around both of us.