He does.

Once again he pulls out that familiar cock and rolls you onto your stomach. He drags your limp form to the edge of the bed and runs his hands over your silky smooth skin. “Oh you do feel so nice.” He says quietly as he slams his cock into your asshole not even pausing to use a drop of any kind of lube. However your ass is apparently either getting used to the constant intrusion, or the treatment he gave you has made your skin more elastic as the intrusion is met with little resistance, and instantly a wash of pleasure spikes up your spine. He keeps pumping and pounding your ass while you play the helpless paralyzed victim, doing your best not to moan and give away the fact that you can certainly feel his cock slapping in and out of your eager hole. He fucks you for a while before tiring of fucking your lifeless body and pulls out. “Fine slut, drink away.” He spins you around on the bed, lifts your head, and pushes it down your throat. Applying as much suction as possible, and using your tongue to milk his cock you suck and slurp as he fucks your face. Finally it gets to be too much and you feel him tense signaling he is about to blow. You seize the opportunity to put the first part of your plan in motion and as he blasts his massive gout of cum in your mouth, you inhale sharply causing much of the sticky goo to enter your lungs. The reaction is instant, your body convulses and the entire mass blows back up and all over him. “God damn it.” He yells as the blob of cum blasts over him. He punches you in the side, slaps your face, and grabs your head and yanks you off the bed, hurling you across the room. Fighting the pain and playing the rag doll, you simply take it and lie there in a heap whimpering and crying something that vaguely sounds like ‘I am sorry’ over and over again. “Fuck I need to get this clean now.” He quickly takes off his clothes and storms into the bathroom naked. You hear the water running in both the sink and tub and can vaguely hear him muttering curses as he tries to get his clothes clean.

Rising to your feet you nimbly slip over to where he set his sword and pick it up. Not wanting to even give him a chance, you grip it, hearing the blade hum to life, and sprint into the bathroom. He doesn’t even turn to see the thrust that pins him to the medicine cabinet. As you draw back the sword you are shocked to hear a voice from the living room, “What are you doing in there. If you don’t quit fucking around the paralytic **** is sure to wear off.”

‘Fuck the doc is still here.’ You think to yourself and look around for his pistol. Just as the shadow of the doc comes into view you finally spot his massive pistol and dive for it. With one fluid motion you scoop the gun from the end table, roll over on the bed, and level the barrel at the doorway. “What is going…” Are the last words uttered by whoever the guy is that walks into view, but sadly it isn’t the sick fuck of a doctor you were expecting. You stand there panting for a few seconds, still stunned that you are alive. Spending a few moments to gather up everything still there. All of your gear, cybernetics, and money are gone. You do have Sebastian’s gun, armored clothes, and sword. But you are sure he is high profile enough that keeping any of it other than the gun is probably a mistake. For the gun you find 4 clips of 8 rounds each and another with 7 in the gun. You also find the tracking device he used to find you, as well as the bug they implanted in you. The guy in the hall had a small full auto .32 cal pistol you know is damn near useless if they are armored at all, but it does seem to hold 30 bullets, and he has 3 clips. He also has a double barrel sawed off shotgun and 24 APFSDS* rounds that you know are incredibly armor piercing, not to mention very deadly. There is some other breaking and entering gear that you pack back into the small pouch it was in on the guy in the hall, as well as a total of $2000 in cash you find on him as well.

Knowing your new place is obviously compromised, you gather up your clothes and put them on. However as you do you are once again surprised. The pants are now too loose, and the top too tight. Stopping to look in the mirror you see you are now way more feminine than before. Other than your cock, whatever the doc did to you, in addition to stealing all of your cybernetics, made you even more hot, despite being hairless. Perhaps even more because of it as it makes your cute pierced elven ears quite noticeable. You spend a few moments adjusting the ties on the sides of your pants, and just decide to leave the tight top alone, as it makes your tits look amazing. Then it occurs to you that you no longer even have a phone, and have no idea what the phone numbers of your contacts are anyway. Not to mention you still owe Max $22k for the apartment as it was your fault you were found, not his. Packing up all the guns, and a set of keys in the dead guys pocket, and head for the door. As your sexy hand reaches for the door, however, your heart skips a beat as the doorbell buzzes twice.

*Armor piercing fin stabilized discarding sabot (heavy armor defeating round with a dense core and a plastic shell that falls away as it leaves the barrel) in case anyone wants to know.