Though she winces somewhat as the claws dig into her skin slightly, she knows it’s not nearly as bad as it could be, or is likely to be before much longer.  Monique can’t help but squirm at the highly invasive licking, but otherwise she’s completely helpless.  She’s completely at Tamara’s mercy, and judging by the fang pricks and claw marks she’s already suffered, the rodent fully expects that mercy is the last thing on the feline’s mind.<br/><br/>Just the same, when the tigress finally abandons soaking her nethers with that raspy tongue, she practically collapses back against the ground.  She feels sick.  Between the stress of having been chased and caught by the feline, not to mention the severity of the wounds raked into her rump, her stomach feels like it’s tying itself in knots.  The dread of knowing that Tamara is anything but finished with her only serves to make it worse.<br/><br/>When the tigress returns to her breasts to lap and taste at them more, Monique again tenses, and she can no longer restrain herself from trying to push the paw off of her midsection.  It’s a pitifully weak attempt though, most of her strength having melted away in her terror.  Each stroke of the feline tongue across the sensitive nipples brings  a squeaky whimper and a feeble little squirm.  But when the kangaroo rat feels teeth against the skin of her breast, her eyes widen and she gasps in horror.  She knows what’s coming, and knows even worse that there’s nothing she can do to stop it.  As the sensitive nub of flesh is agonizingly torn from her body by Tamara’s jaws, Monique squeals and writhes in pain, her hands leaving the feline’s paw to clutch at the ragged wound where the nipple used to be.  Her eyes, wide open just a moment earlier, are now squeezed closed, tears running from them.  Her teeth are clenched together against the pain.  With both hands trying to cover the injured breast, she gives the feline an easy opportunity to do likewise with the other.  Nor is she surprised when the tigress does so, and while the pain doesn’t seem nearly so bad after the first one, it still draws another pained squeak and more helpless struggling.  She does her best to hunch her upper body forward, both arms hugged up against her wounded chest to try to fend off that horrible tongue.