Kara froze in horror and disbelief when Paige revealed what she knew.<em>This can’t be happening.</em>The agent barely heard the first order to put her hands up, all she could notice was her heart racing, her cheeks burning, the terrible tightness in her chest, her stomach twisting itself into a knot—<br/><br/>The spark from Paige’s gun made the vicious tart draw back and whimper in fear, and this time she obeyed and put her arms up. Kara was shocked when she was then locked into her own restraints. She futilely struggled and shrieked, overwhelmed by fear and anger. The anger was only partly directed at Paige—she mostly angry at herself, that she had been so careless.<br/><br/>Kara feared death as much as the next person, but this was worse. She would be humiliated before the entire Propaganda Department, and all the peon soldiers who had once been terrified of her. Everything she would have accomplished in the rest of her career, all the traitors she could have brought low...all of that taken away. All because Kara could not control her horny little cunt, because the thought of raping a helpless slut had been too enticing to resist...<br/><br/>By the time Paige had finished locking the door, Kara was sobbing in despair. The supple brunette bitch then moaned in pain when the sergeant cruelly pinched her fear-erect pink nipple. Kara got up on her toes and arched her back, those long, sexy legs straining, thrusting her small tits up in a desperate attempt to relieve the pain. “Please, please don’t hurt me!” she begged pathetically. She was suddenly aware of just how vulnerable she was in this room full of torture equipment. The thought of the electroshock going to her hairy twat as it had Rosie’s made her quiver. “I... I didn’t know she was on any drug!” she lied desperately.