Page 75 of Monster. Me.

A second later, I feel Rupert tying my hands with something, and then he drops down between my ass cheeks. It hasn't fully sunk in yet because my brain is still a bit fried from the taser.

"What—what are you do—ing…" I manage to stammer out desperately.

"I'm going to taste it. I've never licked a mutant's cum before."

What a creep! I let out another whining protest. My body hurts, but he ignores my squealing and presses his face between my ass cheeks, his tongue greedily licking around my hole.

It's too much. I finally manage to get a bit more control over my facial muscles.

"Leave—me—alo—alone, you fucking per—vert!" I choke out.

But Rupert is too busy with the eager slurping, thoroughly licking my hole.

I try to roll onto my side despite the muscle pain, but in this position, I can't escape his weight. My only option would be to shift into a cat, but that would expose me. I can't let that happen, especially since we're on bad terms. He'd probably rat me out to Dr. Lomax.

"Leave me alone! Get off me!" I growl, my voice finally working again.

But it's useless. I try to roll again, to jerk away, to kick, but I'm flat on my stomach and his arms are pinning me to the sheets, my thighs trapped between them.

"Tastes delicious," Rupert mumbles, making sounds like he's licking a tasty piece of cake. I don't want to look at it. I just pray he doesn't take it one step further.

Then he lifts himself up and his face lands next to my cheek, his entire body lying on top of mine. I can feel his throbbing erection against my ass, even through his pants.

"Don't do this, Rupert," I say. For the first time, there's a tremor of fear in my voice. I feel genuinely terrified, and I hate this weakness of mine.

"Your hole is pretty stretched out. He has to be crazy big. You could probably take two guys like me at once right now."

"I'm begging you, Rupert," I blurt out, even though I despise begging him. In reality, I want to kill him. "Please don't rape me… please don't!"

My words seem to put a little bit of sense back into him. He slows down.

"It’s his pheromones, Rupert! You can smell them on me, and you’re reacting to them. You need to—"

He lets out a snort and says,

"Listen, Marlow. Technically, you entered this program as a varia and I'm a vector. You signed the waivers, so your hole is mine. You agreed to be bred! But I'm not a monster. I'll just rub against you a bit. You can handle that, right?"

I feel his naked manhood, hard and hot, pressing against my thighs and sliding along my crack. He angles it down toward my perineum, avoiding the hole, and starts rubbing against my skin.

And so I lie there pissed off, eyes clenched shut and teeth gritted, enduring this horrible, humiliating act. I feel a burning, searing hatred. My fists are clenched so hard I'm almost digging my nails into my skin. I swear to myself that I'll get back at this son of a bitch; just wait until he's finished.

He's panting over me, breathing hard. His whole body presses down, rubbing against me. The head of his penis slides back and forth along my perineum, going up under my scrotum but stopping at my hole, not pushing inside. Thank Fate… damn it.

He speeds up, his body tensing, his breath hitching. Then he lifts his hips slightly, bracing himself on one arm while he grabs his shaft with the other. A few jerks and…

I feel a hot fountain spraying across my hole, my ass cheeks, and my back. The bastard is gasping, his ragged breath loud.

I'm filled with disgust and rage, desperate for him to finally untie my hands.

It takes him a moment. With one hand, he plays with his cum, rubbing it in circles on my ass cheeks, over my hole, and across my back. He appears to find some weird pleasure in it. And by weird, I mean really weird.

Finally, he seems to have had enough. His breathing slows down. He rolls onto his back and lies there in silence for a while, staring at the ceiling. I wait patiently, quiet, but if he thinks my rage has faded at all, he's dead wrong.

When he turns over and unties the string from my wrists, oh, I'm so fucking ready.

I make one violent throw of my body, rolling off the bed, then spring up and launch myself at him. He's too stunned by my speed to even lift his arms in time, but that wouldn't be any defense against me.

I start hitting him and don't hold back. I put all my strength and speed into it, brutally pummeling him blow after blow. He tries to fight back, but my speed and power overwhelm him. I hit too fast.