There was an almost comical look of disbelief on Kara’s face at her sudden abandonment—she just could not even process something so unexpected. However, Paige would be not much more then ten meters down the corridor from Kara’s little torture dungeon would she would hear a blood-curdling, insane scream of rage followed by shouting. “YOU’RE DEAD TO ME, YOU FUCKING UGLY CUNT! YOU TELL AND I DO!”<br/><br/>Kara’s head was pounding. She would have grabbed her gun and gone after Paige then, but her hands were shaking and she could hardly see straight. She closed the door to her quarters and used the security lock she had so foolishly failed to use previously. After several minutes of smashing things in her room, she collapsed sobbing and still naked and curled up into a ball on the floor.<br/><br/>Eventually coherent thought returned to Kara. She marveled at how stupid she had been to actually let out her feelings to anyone. There would be no more sex, no more trust. People always failed her, always betrayed her or went away. People were nothing, only ideals mattered—and the only ideal was the Empire. She had always known that, and now that she had forgotten it just once she had been utterly humiliated, her career and her life placed in peril. The funny thing was, she had actually wanted humiliation at Paige’s hands—but of a completely different sort. Instead of cleansing pain, she received only the knowledge that she was too pathetic to even bother torturing. Just the thought of it threatened to send her into a renewed fit of rage.<br/><br/>But the situation with Paige seemed that it would result in either stalemate or mutually assured destruction—that Kara had raped Rosie in no way excused that Paige had turned right around and abused Kara. Though there was also the possibility that Paige would come at her with lethal force to solve the problem. Kara briefly considered a preemptive homicide of her own, but now that she had calmed down slightly she rejected the idea. Kara only killed enemies of the Empire, not personal enemies. Still, if Paige did give her any legitimate excuse for it, Kara would have her revenge and she would relish every moment of it.<br/><br/>At least Kara would soon have that idiot Private Key to take out her frustrations on, she figured. Or even better, maybe she could find some excuse to get that medic alone, see what kind of delicious screams she could wring out of that gorgeous, evil little cunt. That thought finally reminded Kara of how horny she had been. She lay back on her bed, spread her legs wide, and started rubbing her slit wantonly. She imagined Tanaka naked, writing in pain, giving high-pitched little cries and begging for mercy that would never come. Kara gently kneaded one of her tits with her free hand, her cute butt grinding into the bed and legs gently kicking. Finally she arched her back and came with a low moan, though unfortunately it was not nearly as good as the real session with Rosie.<em>No, no more of that, I can’t afford the weakness of needing another.</em>Eventually the political officer drifted off and slept for several hours, unaware that behind the scenes more of her desires were being thwarted.