The Spymaster grants Master Ironeye a reward

The agents quickly closed in on the defeated Liv, picking her up and carrying her off down the long halls toward a prison room, even deeper beneath the Manor. She was still fully aware of what was going on, but had no control over her body, which just made the wandering hands of the agents that much worse. They greedily took advantage of her situation to feel up her luscious body, particularly her large breasts. As anger build in Liv, the agents knew they had no cause for worry-- the attack that had number her body would last more than long enough for them to leave her securely in her cell.

As they placed her in the small cell, the Spymaster grinned.

"You've done well Master Ironeye. As expected, of course. Like we discussed, you may take your reward. Feel free to take all the time you need", the Spymaster said. For the first time, Liv heard the voice of the man behind this whole mess, though it didn't sound like someone she might recognize, much to her frustration. With the numbness in her body, she couldn't even turn to get a good look at him.

The Master responded with a mere respectful bow before moving into the cell, Liv could see him as he entered, walking over to her and moving his robes out of the way to reveal a large, erect dick to his victim. Liv clenched her jaw, though she knew she should have expected this. Of course that shadowy bastard would hand over a female prisoner as a reward.

Liv's eyes widened ever so slightly as she saw the martial artist step out of his robes. For the image of grace and dignity the man wore about him, it hadn't taken him long at all to move in on the helpless woman at his mercy.

Liv quickly realized that even though she knew what was about to be done to here, there was nothing she could do to stop it. Or perhaps not entirely nothing. As the monk began to undo the side ties that held her dress shut, Liv recognized the one thing she could do in this situation. She strained her eyes, forcing herself to look at the man's face, etching every detail she could manage into the back of her mind. Eventually, Liv would be free, and when that day came, there would be a bullet with Master Ironeye's name on it.

But for now, she was his prisoner, utterly helpless against the easy removal of her dress. It's light fabric teased over her form as he pulled it aside, the flowing fabric over her body almost as alluring as the buxom body itself. It wasn't long before Liv was nude beneath him, her eyes still locked furiously on the man's calm, stoic gaze.

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