Break her will

Hazel kicks off from the ground, her chair tilting back as she hoists herself upward, throwing her head back to headbutt Kristi right in the face.

Her older sister recoils, clutching a nosebleed. It doesn't look broken, but that's the least of your concern right now.

You barely dodge the steak knife in time as Hazel slashes wildly, scrambling to get up and away. The bitch just took a swing at you! You look down and see with shock and horror that she actually managed to nick your arm; a small cut, barely noticeable, but enough that when you rub it, the tiniest droplet of red smears across your hand. You look up in absolute disbelief.

“You little cunt. You actually drew bloo-!!!”

You duck down as the knife flies past your head and clatters to the floor behind you.

“Agh, fuck! Fucking bitch!” you yell. “Kristi, get her under fucking control already!”

“I’m trying! I told you, we’re not in Blowjob Universe any more, she’s stronger than she looks!”

Kristi pins Hazel's hand down and wrests the fork she just picks up out of her grip, tossing it onto the floor. Cutlery now safely out of her reach, Hazel starts bucking her chair against Kristi’s grip, and spits across the table toward you.

“Fucking rapists! Get the fuck off me! GET OFF!” She screams. “MOM! MOOOOM! SOMEBODY HEEEELP!”

You look at Kristi quickly. She shakes her head. “She’s not in.”

Well thank god for that, at least. One thing at a time. With Kristi holding her sister's arms behind her back and keeping a safer distance from her head, Hazel resorts to kicking and screaming. You grab a teatowel from the kitchen island and try to wrap it around her jaw, but pull back rubbing your leg as she kicks you right in the shin.

Fuck’s sake. Enough. You grab the edge of the kitchen table with both hands, dodging another kick aimed at your groin, brace your feet and SHOVE the table forward as hard as you can.

*Skkkraaaaape*

SLAM!

The table legs screech across the kitchen floor as the furniture is rammed straight into Hazel, just under her ribcage. With Kristi bracing her chair and locking her arms in place from behind, the wooden edge slams into the girl’s solar plexus, both pinning and severely winding her.

"Hnnghffff!"

She doesn't even have time to scream as the air is knocked out of her; she just makes a wheezing gasp like a fish out of water. Her next breath is strained, catching painfully as she writhes, still pinned in place.

You take the opportunity to climb across the table and grab her by the throat, tilting her head over the backrest and squeezing just hard enough to make your point. Still winded, she groans as you pull back your arm and deliver an open palm slap across her cheek.

Smack!

Her head snaps to the side with the force of the blow, but you receive no further retaliation beyond a snarl and a frowny face that might have looked threatening on anybody else. On a waifish teenage girl half your size, held down on a chair with blooming red hand prints on her face and tears ruining her whorish gen-Z makeup? Not so much.

Smack!

You strike her again anyway, just to be on the safe side. She puts on a brave face, but can’t help but start sobbing. The sound makes your cock twitch, because that sound means you're one step closer to getting your cock sucked. You’d very much like to hear more of it.

Smack! SMACK! SMACK!

“David! Be careful with her, please!” Kristi goes to check on her sister, but refrains from letting go of her arms just yet with a stern glance from you in her direction. She sighs. “Just remember that she’s not one of your BJU toys, she’s not going to have the same magic resilience...”

“Good”, you say, lifting the girl’s reddening face and shovelling three of your fingers into her mouth. She tries to twist out of your grip feebly, but free will or no, she’s still so much smaller and weaker than you that there's nothing she can really do to stop you now. Her lips look inviting, pink and plump. You pinch hold of her tongue, yanking it out her mouth and spitting on it before shoving your digits back between her lips, ramming as much of your hand into her maw as possible. She thrashes and twists her head, but Kristi does her duty and holds the girl in place whilst you orally abuse her.

*Grrrrkkk! GLLCKK! Nnnn-!*

You feel her teeth pinch down on your palm and quickly wrap your other hand around her neck again, squeezing a little harder than before. Hard enough to compress her windpipe. Hard enough to frighten her.

“Bite me. I fucking dare you.” She stares at you with red, puffy eyes. Her cheeks have started to blush a deep red where you struck her, but there's still plenty of fire left in her.

Still, she doesn't bite. Doesn't open her mouth again, either.

You squeeze harder. "I said, bite me. Do it. See what happens."

For a few long seconds, she continues to resist, staring you down and trying to squirm out of your grip as her face turns a far deeper shade of red. Eventually, she opens her mouth again and lets your hand go as her tears start to flow.

“That’s what I thought.” You kneel down on the table, shuffling forward until your huge, fully erect cock is looming over her face, thick and ominous, globs of precum dribbling down the shaft and onto your pendulous, cum churning balls.

Letting go of her neck, you use both thumbs to hook her mouth open as she coughs and gasps, drawing some much needed air into her lungs again. Stretching her mouth as wide as it'll go, you tilt her face upwards before horking and spitting again into her gaping open mouth.

“You know, all of this could have been avoided if your sister had just done her job. Shame. Real shame.”

Kristi is already crying by this point, but, having finally learned (by some miracle!) that things only get worse when she objects, keeps restraining Hazel and just keeps sobbing “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” on repeat. A promising improvement in her behaviour.

Looking down, your cock hovers threateningly above a face covered in spit, smeared lipstick and black mascara; hair a tangled mess and pigtail long since torn loose; mouth open and saliva pooling at the back of her tongue; neck and cheeks blooming with reddened hand prints; scared sobs and fresh tears streaking her face. The first sacrifice to your lust and indignancy finally looks broken and ready to begin their atonement for Kristi’s insubordination.

You shuffle forward and guide the bulbous dribbling head of your cock into the girl’s mouth and brace yourself to deliver brutal oral destruction.