Captured, again

The masked man walked towards the combatants, until he was standing beside Anya.

"Stop!", he commanded. She looked up at him, anger in her face for a moment before complying, extricating herself from her opponent.

"You did well, my Angel. Now, leave."

Valerie was lying on the ground - naked, defeated and gasping for breath. For a second, she thought she saw Anya looking at her. Instead of anger, her face reflected something else - was it regret? Perhaps it was sadness, or maybe even helplessness. Whatever it was, she saw Anya follow her orders and leave the room, leaving her facing the masked man.

He crouched down next to her. He ran a finger over her body, starting from her ankles all the way to her chin. He held it and turned her to face him as he leaned directly above her. Valerie closed her eyes, gripped with fear.

"Look at me.", he said. His voice had a **** of authority, and she was compelled to open her eyes.

"I see that your...training still has some way to go. Still - I set a trap, and you delivered yourself to me." He seemed almost disappointed when he said that.

He grabbed Valerie behind her neck, making her sit up. She winced at the pain, still feeling the blows from her fight. Her entire body was aching.

The masked man commanded a guard to hold Valerie. He freed his arms and unzipped his pants, taking out his penis and standing right in her face, until the tip was touching her closed lips.

Valerie struggled, but couldn't free herself from the guard's grasp. She was hurt, tired and surrounded. She couldn't see a way out of the situation.

"Do your job, 32." he commanded.

Hearing the number caused some memories to come flooding back. She felt the urge to obey her captor. For a moment, she almost opened her mouth for him. At the last moment, she stopped herself, keeping it closed.

"I see.", the masked man said. "There is still work to do."

"Tie her up.", he commanded his guards. "It's time to transport a prisoner."