Her arms were  good little accessories to making her more pleasant. Not that her panic and utterly useless thrashing wasn't delicious too. Her fingers climbed his choking arm, but learned soon she could only continue breathing if she behaved. In the end Talia ended up caressing and almost affectionately holding on to him rather than trying to push or pry his arm off. Not all girls made that connection. He squeezed and twisted her little throat like it was the throttle of a motorbike, revving her dismay. "Emily liked being choked too." he said to the little sister.<br/><br/>Mentioning Emily got her attention. He grinned back down at her. Of course it would. He noted the stiffening of the tit's little bud, and had seen the tendency in others. A fear response, since the blood did not have time to keep her warm, or something. Not that she kept up with the struggle as she tried to escape in her mind. It made him painfully hard to see her like that, and he almost considered letting go with his hand to see if he'd convince her to be quiet.<br/><br/>Too bad the slap to her cheek woke her up. What was a good fuck without getting to take his hand to her face, though. At least she made a good sound, but the little whine when he bit her tit was even lovelier. This girl took abuse like a fucking champ. Eventually he got her jeans up, and had to move back a little to start pulling them off. After having dragged one side too far, the other hooked in an awkward way below her shapely hip. He frowned and backhanded her for her audacity to have such pretty curves.<br/><br/>Instead he leaned down to kiss her, tongue oppressive over hers, filling her smaller mouth to the brim with his violent, soaked muscle. Keeping fingers tight on her neck made sure she always had to part her lips for air, and that's when he fed her the unwelcome kiss. His other hand molested her bleeding tit, smearing crimson over the otherwise healthy orb. His hips were pushing against hers, as though the folded, inflated cock was trying to fuck her through both pairs of jeans and underwear.<br/><br/>"I hadn't really thought of Emily before today." he said into her molested mouth. His large body was a blanket over hers. "But I'm glad you reminded me, Talia. Now I'll have a set." He used his arm to lift himself a little off her, which meant more of his weight rested on her throat unless he wanted to alleviate her by using his back and shifting to his hips. It seemed he was not willing to do that.<br/><br/>Culler took the hand that still had ruby traces from her bitten breast, and stuck it between them, inside her exposed panties, to start playing between her mounds. He expected her to be dry, but liked to confirm if there was any masochistic tendencies early. Either way he'd play around in a confusingly tender way, to mess with her head and to perhaps elicit some pleasure signals in her body. Emily had been especially livid when he did this, because she'd probably noticed her cunt responded to him. Maybe that's what fucked her up most.<br/><br/>"Get your fucking jeans off." he said, and his tone was short and dark, like he'd told her a few times already, and he'd become tired of her disobedience. "Comon now, Talia." he encouraged with a sarcastic flavor to his words before his blood-tinted hand slid away from her sex to whack her across her face again, leaving crimson trails on her cheekbone. By lifting himself further, and putting more oppression on her neck, he was helping giving her the space, but also giving her incentive by choking her.<br/><br/>The girls who didn't ask for this kind of thing outright didn't usually do well afterward when they had to face having helped him. Mostly they took comfort in having struggled, but Talia had wised up early about that, so he figured she'd get this too. "Comon now, little sister, Emily would be proud."