The void prison had become our personal hell—two black crystal cubes floating in an endless black expanse, soundproof, lightless except for the faint violet glow of our chains. Elena and I were suspended ten meters apart, naked, bound by energy restraints that pulsed in time with our heartbeats, draining just enough power to keep us helpless but conscious. I could see every detail of her torment: her voluptuous body curled slightly in pain, full breasts rising and falling with shallow breaths, nipples still peaked from the cold, pussy glistening from the last forced orgasm the women had wrung from her. The sight of her—vulnerable, angry, beautiful—tore at me. I could see her, but I couldn't touch her. Couldn't comfort her. Couldn't even whisper "I love you." The barrier was absolute, the silence deafening.
Extinction's torture had been relentless. The women came and went, their "interrogations" a mix of forced pleasure and psychological warfare. They'd straddle my face—pussies dripping, juices leaking into my mouth as they ground down, forcing me to lick, to submit. "Taste us... give in," they'd moan, their auras mimicking Elena's purple glow to twist the knife deeper. I'd resist—jaw clenched, body straining against the chains—but the chains pulsed, weakening my will, making my tongue move against my wishes. Their climaxes would flood my mouth—hot, slick, unending—leaving me humiliated, furious. And all the while, I'd hear Elena's moans from her cell, the men licking her out, her cries of unwanted pleasure echoing in my skull. It made me angry—jealous, furious that another man was touching her, pleasuring her, even if against her will. The women would suck my dick then—lips wrapping around me, tongues swirling, forcing me to harden, to cum despite the shame. Elena would hear—her anger mirroring mine, our bond twisted into torment.
The next day, the women returned. This time they went to Elena first. I heard the sounds—slaps, hard and deliberate, palm against ass. Elena's moans—angry, unwilling—mixed with the sharp crack of flesh on flesh. "Naughty girl," one woman said. "You need discipline." Another slap—harder—Elena's gasp turning to a moan despite herself. The sound of her ass being spanked—rhythmic, punishing—made my cock harden against my will. The shame burned. I hated that it aroused me, hated that I couldn't stop it.
They came back to me. One woman straddled my face again—her pussy dripping, grinding down. The other knelt—lips around my cock, sucking slow and deep. Then they switched—one sucking my dick, the other my balls, tongues working in tandem. "He's leaking," one said. "He wants to submit."
I heard Elena being pleasured again—moans, gasps, orgasms forced from her. Anger and jealousy warred inside me—furious that they touched her, furious that my body reacted to her sounds.
But in the dark, we planned our escape.
The Extinction weren't in our cells at the moment—patrolling their conquered worlds or gloating over their billions in tributes. The opportunity was narrow, fleeting. Elena's voice broke the silence in my mind—our bond still strong enough for telepathic whispers, faint but clear.
"Elena… we have one shot."
I focused—sending my thoughts to her. "I'm listening." She sajd
"I'll transfer you all of my energy to me.Temporarily. to my you reach your golden form, making you five times stronger. Only you have the power to break us out."
Reluctantly, she agreed—though I could feel her hesitation. "It'll leave you vulnerable. Weak. If they come back before I free you…"
"I trust you," I sent back. "Do it."
I concentrated—violet energy surging from my core, pouring into her through our invisible link. It hurt—like fire ripping through my veins—but I pushed everything: strength, speed, flight, blasts. My aura dimmed; hers flared—purple shifting to molten gold, hair gaining golden highlights, eyes blazing with divine power.
Elena roared—golden energy exploding outward. She ripped her binds off like tissue paper—chains shattering, fragments dissolving into sparks. She flew to the wall between us—hands glowing gold—tearing the crystal barrier apart like it was cardboard. Shards exploded outward, revealing me—weak, drained, floating limply.
Extinction attacked instantly—four of them rushing in, two men and two women, auras blazing violet and purple. Elena moved—50 times faster than perfect second—blurring into a golden streak. She took down the first woman with a single punch—golden fist shattering her chest, body crumpling. The second man lunged—violet blast aimed at her back. She spun—dodging effortlessly—countering with a kick that sent him crashing through three walls.
The remaining two attacked together—woman blasting purple energy, man charging with super strength. Elena met them—golden aura absorbing the blast, then slamming the man into the woman, both collapsing in a heap of broken bones and fading power.
But one woman—before Elena took her down—hit me with a final desperate blast. Violet energy pierced my chest—deep, searing. Blood poured—hot, thick—vision tunneling, things going dark. I saw Elena scream—mouth open in a silent cry, tears streaming, golden aura flaring wildly as she rushed to me. I couldn't hear her—only saw her lips moving, "Alex! No! Stay with me!"—her hands pressing my wound, golden light trying to heal me.
She managed to teleport us back to Earth—an ability she never knew she had until desperation took hold. We materialized in our living room—crashing onto the floor, my blood pooling beneath me. She held my hand—kissing me deeply, tears falling on my face. "Don't leave me… please… I love you… stay…"
My hand slipped from hers—everything went dark.