Kara’s skinny young body continued to struggle and writhe like a helpless animal against the restraints, the sweat from her session with Rosie still glistening on her soft, exposed form. She of all people should have known the restraints were absolutely impossible to escape, but she was still panicked and acting mostly on blind fear.<br/><br/>“But, but I would never—” she whimpered desperately when Paige assigned the unflattering comparison to the Emperor to her. “Please, it isn’t fair! How was I supposed to resist? There nothing’s hotter than torturing a helpless bitch, and that slut just begged me for it...” Kara realized to her horror that she was now the helpless bitch, and she knew she could never take pain as well as she could dish it out. Then Paige cruelly twisted both her nipples and she shrieked in pain. “Oh fuck, fuck no!” she sobbed. Despite her terror, something about losing control like this... it was something she had never experienced before, and it was like a drug, clouding her mind. If her cunt was not already so wet it would have been getting there now, the heat and need for attention down there was suddenly so unbearable. She rubbed her thighs together and moaned. But despite her sexual need, her desperate horror at the thought of ruin and execution at the hands of her own Propaganda Department was just as strong in her mind.<br/><br/>“Please, please... don’t tell anyone I’m a rapist,” she whispered to Paige. The soldier had told Kara to beg, and what choice did she have? “Please, I’m yours to defile and punish. Make me suffer so cruelly for your pleasure, Mistress. I’ll be your worthless little fuck toy if you spare my life, I beg you, please...” The evil little tart continued sobbing, and even though she was begging to be hurt it was only to save herself—she was still so afraid and desperate to escape.