Kara of course obeyed the command of her mistress, lifting her legs and spreading them wide, leaving her hairy twat completely vulnerable. The helpless bitch whimpered pathetically when she saw her tormentor select the whip. She gasped and moaned with each blow from the weapon, body writhing and pert tits jiggling. Her eyes were closed and her head sometimes tilting back in agony when a more painful blow caused her to shriek. If there were a safe word she would have screamed it a hundred times, but the lustful rapist was now the victim. All she could do was beg for more unbearable pain or Paige would turn her over for execution.<br/><br/>By the time there was a pause in the assault, Kara was sobbing freely and gasping for breath. Her long and well-toned legs were quivering from the strain of holding them in such an unusual position. But as awful as the pain was it continued to weaken and seduce her—atop her small breasts her nipples were hard with arousal, her cunt more wet that it had ever been, the hair there soaked with her sweat and lubrication. The smell of her moist body and crotch was heavy in the air. Kara’s mind was frenzied by the pleasure and pain, and she realized in shock that this abuse had already brought her to the edge of her first orgasm for her mistress.<br/><br/><em>"So, dear, tell me why I should hit you on your filthy little cunny? Will you cum if I do?"</em><br/><br/>“Yes, Mistress, yes I will cum if you strike my pussy,” she said breathlessly. “I... I deserve to be punished so much!” She began crying in a completely different way now, not from the physical torment but her emotional pain—so much shame and self-hatred she had never shared with anyone that now poured out of her due to how completely she was in the power of her mistress. “I can hardly stand it sometimes, when I think of all the innocent people who have to die so those awful traitors can be caught! At my last posting, I... I had to order soldiers to fire on a crowd of civilians. A dozen killed just so one traitor with stolen secrets could be stopped. I know it was the right thing to do, I know I would do it again a thousand times if I had to, because the Empire is everything! But I... Mistress, they just patted me on the head and told me what a fine job I was doing! Why couldn’t they punish me, punish me enough to make the guilt go away? Please hurt me...” she finished quietly. Now Kara realized she finally meant her plea sincerely. Regardless of how necessary her actions were, how the Empire was the only thing that mattered in her life... she still needed to feel the power and cruelty of her mistress or she did not know if she could go on.