Culler saw her buttcheeks close after the initial clap. It was a cute reaction from the rounded thing. She might not be having fun but understood her predicament. Her possibilities were as frail as she was, as exposed. He was sure Talia hated him, hated his touch, but not so much that she would give up her opportunity for work. That alone gave him an abundance of power over her. And it told him she wasn't as appalled as she ought. Emily might have ran away already, a letter or resignation in her wake, while little sister had taken he rplac eon the table, clenching her ass in communication.<br/><br/>He was not surprised when she let her back cave and her behind perk for his viewing and handling pleasure. She was adapting well to his pace. The way her hair billowed when she shook her head at his words was confirmation enough of what he'd said. That hair smelled clean, perfect to be soiled by her fear pheromones, and her nervous sweat, and then later, the salts of her forced excitement. He'd already sampled her. He already knew how to steer her. Red taking over her skin gave a compliment to his fingers inside her. Easy, slutty little sister.<br/><br/>She was happy enough when he stopped, despite having soaked his fingers. That relief went away in the flare of her pretty eyes when the digits were presented in her opposite end, delivering her intimate flavor to her mouth. That mouth also knew what to do with his hardened flesh, and became more eager with its task when the popular pair of fingertips sought out her smallest entrance. He laughed darkly when she spoke against his cock like a mic, and shrugged as though he'd let her try to get him off in exchange for mercy for her obviously virginal crevice.<br/><br/>Despite her small retreat, and her admittedly diligent work with her tightened lips and vivid tongue, he did not let up on probing the forbidden needle-prick detail she'd wanted to protect. There was no-where for her to go, unless she went forward to impale her throat on his waiting cock, or back to invite his fingers. Eventually the objects at each of her ends would close in on her, his fingers, lubed with her saliva and juices, pressed until one might find its way inside her ass, while his cock marched forward toward her swallow. It wasn't like she'd ever had a physical advantage over him.<br/><br/>He effectively forced her to take both his finger in her squeezing pucker and the length into her mouth. If she struggled her'd fill both her ends deeper. "Put your hands back on the table." he ordered her. This was just going to be a manner of subjugation. He'd would stab her throat and finger fuck her ass until she complied. And if she didn't, his free hand would hold on to her hair so he could obstruct her airway until she understood or passed out.<br/><br/>The fingers in her ass massaged the tunnel in there, aiming to slowly coax trust from the tight ring trying to bite their tips off. Not even Emily had gotten this far in her training - there'd only been one session, after all - but he was looking forward to seeing what he could bend Talia in to. She couldn't run away like her beloved sibling. He held her means of income and advancement as hostage, as well as the threat of ruining her family further. She couldn't run away, and she couldn't fight him either. There were farm animals with more choices in their situation than her.<br/><br/>It was well expressed, what she was, in her current entanglement - stuck between his cock and his playing fingers.