Kara was half crazy with anticipation and need by the time Rosie showed up. She returned the kiss eagerly, feeling up the drugged tart and playing briefly with the other woman’s tits. Then she practically pulled the soldier into her temporary quarters and locked the door. Kara debated using her high security code to prevent door override, but then she might have to answer as to why she had used the code with no torture scheduled today. The regular locking mechanism would have do—and what did it matter? No one knew they were here.<br/><br/>The inside of this room might give Rosie pause. There were a number of metal restraints along the walls and hanging from the ceiling (the poor ensign whose room Kara had commandeered was going to have a lot of holes in his wall when she moved out). There were interrogation devices old and new—whips and bladed instruments of all sorts, electrical devices, drugs to cause pain or suggestibility, sleep deprivation equipment. Sadly her simulated drowning set-up had been too large to easily move and had been left behind on the<em>Roger Young.</em>There was a modern polygraph, which required much less set-up and was more accurate than the old 20th century stuff. One of Kara’s favorites was the agonizer, a device which when pressed against the body, tricked the nerves into sending a signal to the brain saying that the area touched was either on fire or suffering horrible physical trauma. It conveniently caused no permanent damage except at the highest settings.<br/><br/>“Welcome to my humble abode—be very glad you are here for pleasure instead of business, my dear,” Kara whispered playfully. She wasted no time in stripping off Rosie’s clothes, her hands roaming freely over the other woman’s body. She eagerly licked the girl’s tits and nipples, then gave Rosie’s ample bottom a good solid spank.<br/><br/>Next she grabbed one of the soldier’s arms and lifted it, closing one of the restraints hanging from the ceiling around her wrist. She then did the same with the other arm. Rosie was now trapped, with her arms held above her head. Fortunately the restraints were not too high and she was still able to stand comfortably.<br/><br/>Kara now removed her own uniform, standing before her “prisoner” and looking at the dirty tart like she was a piece of meat.. The agent then disengaged and stepped out of her powered exoskeleton. Her slender form with its gentle curves was very nicely revealed now. She reached back and her bra fell to the floor next, revealing lovely B-cups topped by pink nipples. Finally her moist panties fell, showing off the unruly tangle of her brunette nethercurls, already wet with the horny bitch’s feminine lubrication. Given that Kara had never had sex or planned to have it any time soon, she did not bother to shave anything. Fortunately she naturally had very little body hair, with only some barely noticeable fuzz on her legs.<br/><br/>The cruel agent grabbed one of her whips, but folded it up. She then pressed her body against Rosie’s side, her slit rubbing urgently against the other woman’s hip. Kara moaned softly in the other woman’s ear—this was so much more fun than masturbation, with this lovely view and the chance to hear what noises this slut would make for her. With her free hand she gently caressed each of Rosie’s tits in turn, but then without warning painfully pinched and squeezed at first one nipple and then the other. She held back enough to give only a moderate amount of pain, wanting see how Rosie would react.<br/><br/>Next Kara used the folded up whip to spank Rosie’s generous behind repeatedly, turning one cheek painfully pink before moving on to the next. The hand that had been at her breasts moved down to Rosie’s slit. Kara rubbed the girl slowly and gently at first, eager to observe the result.<br/><br/>“It was very bad of you to kiss me without permission in galley,” she whispered in the soldier’s ear. “You need to control yourself better, you filthy slut. You need to be punished if you want to be forgiven, if you want to ever escape from this room. But I’m feeling a bit generous—your mistress will let you choose your next punishment. Try to make it interesting...” She licked Rosie’s face, her tits and crotch still rubbing desperately up against her captive’s side.