He'd laughed cruelly when he mouth had the instinct to bite at his palm. Like he didn't know to put pressure against her lips to avoid her teeth. The girl could do absolutely nothing as he handled her. He was ecstatic when what he said froze her, it really was different than Emily, who'd come here on her own with no one in her mind but herself. Talia had her family and her sister to think of, which made her all the more vulnerable. Her struggles only enticed the cock underneath her, and she never caused any trouble for his vast arms.<br/><br/>How entertaining, he little fight, when her tit came loose after her clothes were about as obedient as she was. Something in her galvanized after he'd had some quality time with her tit, and he sighed loudly in her ear, as though she was being a nuisance when she didn't have to be. He let her kick and twist and then let go of her mouth so he could squeeze her throat instead. It didn't disallow all sounds, but it definitely made her unable to call for help in any useful capacity.<br/><br/>After that it was easy to topple her by his hold so she'd fall on her back on the couch. He made sure to be on her quickly after, never letting go of her neck, squeezing taut. She would soon see a correlation between her complicity and how much oxygen she was allowed. Sometimes girls liked it when they were given the option, and more often than not it made then more cooperative, or at least less likely to screech and wail. He tilted his head as he looked down at her, admiring his newest playmate.<br/><br/>"Emily was tired when she got here, but she was still stronger than you." he told her and shrugged as he pulled her other breast free too. In this new configuration, him between her legs and his hand on her throat, holding her down, Talia would notice that her hands and arms were free. It was deliberate, of course, but he had a feeling she didn't have the sense to realize that, given her situation. He liked if she tried to fight him, claw up his arms, because there was nothing she could do to hurt him or free herself. If she ever became too unruly, he'd just squeeze her windpipe harder.<br/><br/>"So, do you think you'll be better than her?" he asked as he mashed his other hand into her new breast too. "I don't think she ever told you, but she got plenty wet there, in the midst of things." A fond memory, because he could fool the body while their hearts were still being fearful. Maybe that was why they were so broken afterward. His hips rubbed against her clothed sex hard. She'd know there was something massive waiting for her, the same limb that had altered her entire family situation.<br/><br/>Culler whacked his palm across Talia's face to stun her, so he could buy a few moments of calm when he leaned down to bite the underside of one breast. He'd break the skin barely, and licked thrice at the trickling wounds before returning his head to hover above her, little drops of crimson speckling the corner of his mouth and his jaw. He was keeping her hips in place with his. "Did she show you that mark? I gave it to her, too. Now you two match." he said as he started unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans.