The rodent is almost scared to breathe, though she falls almost entirely limp in relief from one end of her body to the other when the tigress moves those terrifying teeth away from her neck.  For a moment, she simply lays there, panting fearfully.  Despite the momentary reprieve, she knows full well that she’s very probably doomed.  At the first touch of claws against her waist, she tenses and even manages to stretch her hands out to scrabble at the ground in a pitiful attempt to free herself, but between her terror and the energy she’s already expended in futile escape attempts, Monique wouldn’t be able to move more than a couple of inches at the most.  Tamara’s claws would tear easily through the denim shorts, and the kangaroo rat squeaks weakly in dismay.  As her panties are likewise ripped away, the rodent shrieks and squirms a good deal more vigorously, writhing from the pain of those claws carving bleeding furrows into the flesh of her rump and down into the tops of her thighs.  Her tail flails about wildly.<br/><br/>She’s easily manhandled onto her back, her scream gradually trailing off into pained whimpering and shallow panting breaths.  Monique raises her head slightly to stare fixedly at the tigress, though her eyes are beginning to glaze over.  Her mind is racing, but her thoughts are less than coherent.  Most of her muscles have locked up in panic, and she feels more than a little nauseous from the severity of the gashes raked over her backside.  The paw on her belly probably isn’t even necessary to hold her down, though it serves that purpose quite well.<br/><br/>Monique flinches away from Tamara’s muzzle slightly as her face is eagerly slurped over, but the time it takes the tigress to savor the rodent she’s toying with gives the rat enough time to regain her senses somewhat.  Not that it does her much good.  The obvious threat of the claws pressing just beneath her sternum keeps her motionless, save for raising her hands to the feline’s ‘wrist’.  She doesn’t push, though, she just holds onto it.  At least it gives her panicking mind the illusion that she might be able to push it away and possibly catch the predator off guard.  She shivers uncomfortably as Tamara relentlessly teases and tastes her, tensing noticeably as that sandpapery tongue scrapes over her nipples.  Monique particularly flinches as the enthusiasm of the tigress’ licking threatens to pull her nipple ring out.  She relaxes briefly when the feline finally moves on, though that’s short-lived.  The licking over — and even<span style="font-style: italic">into</span>— her exposed sex makes the rat whimper, and even though she’s afraid to move what with Tamara’s claws ready to shred through her belly given sufficient cause, she can’t help but fidget and squirm at the sensation of that roughly textured tongue as the tigress completely disregards any sense of modesty or decency Monique has.