Kara was amazed at how Rosie took her punishment—the agent did not have any experience with sex, but she had plenty with torture and she could tell the slut’s seductive writhing and cries beneath her restraints was not a reaction of suffering.<em>She’s actually climaxing from this?</em>The idea of a sex partner masochistic enough to get off on Kara’s cruelty was like a perfect sex fantasy come to life for her.<br/><br/>But then the door lock to the quarters was broken and someone burst in, so suddenly that Kara gasped and drew back, reaching for where her firearm would have been if she were not naked. There was an extremely brief moment of pure panic in Kara’s eyes—the vicious brunette had taken advantage of Rosie’s drugged state, and now she was caught in an act of rape. But the new arrival—instantly recognized as Sergeant Paige from Warren's platoon—surely did not know about Rosie’s compromising drug side-effects?<br/><br/>Kara quickly faked confidence she did not feel—honestly, she felt like she might piss herself at the thought of what PD would do when one of their own was caught raping one of her charges—and spoke angrily to the newcomer. “What the hell is your problem, Paige? Put that thing away!” she said of Paige’s weapon. “It’s no business of yours what we do in our spare time. Now get the fuck out unless you like the idea of having the Propaganda Department as an enemy.” The longer Paige stayed, the greater the risk she might find out what Kara had done. And then the young agent would be ruined...