A familiar face

The masked man spread his arms, as if performing for an audience. He certainly had a flair for the dramatic. He stepped aside, presenting his 'champion' as she appeared from behind him.

At first, Valerie could only see a pair of bare legs. As more of her opponent became visible, she realized that it was a woman - an entirely nude woman, Except for a rope that was tied around her breasts, there wasn't a single stitch of clothing on her body. The rope looped around her boobs and upper back, making sure her breasts were held erect. Her hands were tied behind her back, and her head was bowed, making it difficult to see who it was.

"My fallen angel.", said the masked man. He looked at Valerie. "It was because of her that you escaped. I have punished her severely for that."

The woman raised her head. A wave of realization hit Valerie - it was Anya!

"Do you like it?", he asked Valerie. "She's forbidden to cover herself. The only thing that's allowed on her body are the same ropes I found her in. Was it your work? I must say, I'm a fan."

Valerie gulped. She remembered the scene when Hawk had rescued her, leaving Anya tied up in the process. She could only imagine the kind of depraved punishment that would have been inflicted on Anya. It was likely that there was very little of her former mentor behind the face of the naked woman standing in front of her.

"It was very kind of you to be naked like her. I suppose you're one for a fair fight - like myself.", he chuckled. He walked a circle around Valerie, remarking "Or is there something else in your mind, I wonder. Perhaps you actually missed the time you spent in my facility?"

Valerie shuddered, not saying a word. The masked man turned to Anya. He ran his hands over her chest, coming to a stop on her left breast. He pinched her nipple with ****. "This is your chance to atone for your mistake, my fallen angel.", he said. Valerie noticed that despite being red from the pain, Anya didn't move or make any kind of noise - instead staring daggers in her direction.

"The rules are simple. The first woman to make the other submit, wins."

The masked man walked behind Anya, untying her hands. She immediately dropped into a fighting stance.Valerie looked at her - there was nothing but rage in her eyes. God knows what had been done to her. It was highly unlikely there was any possibility of reasoning with her.

As her opponent approached her, she readied herself.