Yes, barely

Valerie regarded Anya as she caught her breath. Her opponent was on on her last legs. The problem was, so was she. This next exchange would decide both of their fates.

She realized she couldn't allow Anya to dictate the pace of the fight. She had to be the aggressor, and **** her opponent to fight on her terms. Her mind went back to her conditioning, and her eyes ran over Anya's exposed body. She had a plan.

She lunged towards her opponent, reading a strike aimed at her throat. Her opponent was taken off guard, clearly not expecting her to take the offensive. Anya raised her hands, intending to block the incoming blow.

Anya didn't account for one thing, though - Valerie wasn't exactly aiming for her head.

Valerie's hands closed around Anya's breasts, pinching her erect nipples with ****.

Already strained by having her breasts tightly tied, the added simulation was too much for Anya. She let out a guttural moan. For a moment, her legs wobbled as she lost control of her limbs.

That moment proved costly for her.

Valerie quickly grabbed Anya's hand, and jerked her forward, causing her to lose her balance. As she fell, Valerie wrapped her legs around her and put her in a triangle **** hold. She didn't let go until her opponent was limp.

"That's enough!", shouted the masked man. She let go of Anya, feeling a pang of regret as two guards took her **** body away. She knew exactly what her former mentor had undergone. She could only hope that one day she could rescue her.

"What a shame.", he continued to monologue as she rose to her feet. "She was clearly not disciplined enough. I'll ensure she is adequately punished for this."

"As for you -" he said to her, "I'm a man of my word. Here is what you came for." He reached into his pocket and took out the module. He put it in his palm, holding it in front of him.