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“Excellent.”

He left her hooked up, but he set the box on one of the beds, stepped over the bar, pulled his oh-so-huge dick out of boxer briefs, bent to lift her head, and said, “Open.”

Without even thinking about what she was doing, Genie opened her mouth. She’d wanted to give him a blow job or, even better, be face-fucked by him since shortly after she’d first seen his dick.

Genie hadn’t seen him fuck either of the twins faces. He’d had them lick him and get him wet a time or two, but she hadn’t seen more.

Dev wasn’t gentle, and he didn’t take his time. The fingers of the hand holding her head up pressed into the back of her jaw, so she wouldn’t have been able to close her mouth if she’d wanted to.

His cock went into her mouth and down her throat, pressing hard to force its way, and she’d never felt her esophagus stretch to have to hold anyone so thick — not that far down, at any rate. She gagged and retched, but he didn’t care. A minute of rough fucking, and he went all the way in and held.

“When I pull out, you will give me the first and second letters, and will include information about whether they are capital or small.”

Fuck, it was a long medical word, followed by numbers, but four of the middle letters were capitalized. She’d hoped to avoid the fact of capitalization, as a way to thwart him even if he managed to get the word from her.

He pulled his dick from her mouth and she gasped in air. When he realized she wasn’t going to give up the information he went back in, fucking her face hard and fast. No, not her face — this was full-on throat fucking. Shit, he went so deep, it might be called chest fucking. He was so large, and moving so fast, there was no skill she could use to entice him to back off.

When he pulled out this time, she said, “H. O. Both are small case,” before she had a coughing fit, wheezing air in and trying to oxygenate her body despite the fact she couldn’t stop coughing the air back out.

“Now we’re getting somewhere.” He stepped over the bar and walked to the other side of the room, and Genie experimented in ways to relieve the pressure on her wrists. If she moved her hands just so, she could grip her shins and pull up ever so slightly. It wasn’t much, and she could only hold it for a count of eight or ten, but it gave some relief to her wrists, which hadn’t hurt much in the beginning, but she was starting tofeel them more now. It was still bearable, but the slight reprieve helped.

Nothing was going to help her knees, however.

Nearly as soon as the thought went through her head, Dev pushed her feet down, which pushed her head and shoulders up. She swung back down, and he did it again, rocking her back and forth.

Genie screamed because it hurt the skin behind her knees, but also because it unnerved her in much the same way she’d initially felt when he’d lifted her from the floor and she’d swung backwards. She couldn’t do anything about the rocking, or the way it was twisting the skin behind her knees. She had no recourse, no way to stop him — suspended and rocking, the world swinging around her.

He stopped after a few dozen pushes and poked at her breasts from the sides. He couldn’t really get to them to play with them in this position, and he leaned over the bed, but she couldn’t see what he’d picked up.

Genie heard the hum of an electric motor, and saw him coming to her with an electric toothbrush. Her clit hood was still up and off her clit, and she started shaking her head.

“No. Please no. No no no no no. Please don’t.Fuck.”

“I need the next four letters or digits, and whether they are capitalized or not.”

Genie’s password was long, starting with the medical term for goosebumps. If he had the first six letters, would he be able to guess the word? How many words started withhorrip? Would Google give him a list of them? And even if the word became obvious, there was still a dot, two numbers, and then two more letters. How much time was left?

While Genie was figuring out the logistics of what she could safely tell him, he touched the toothbrush to her clit, and she discovered it was covered in mint toothpaste. She wiggled herhips in a way she hadn’t been able to when she’d experimented on possible movements before, but she couldn’t shake him lose. Some of the other sweetbutts in the clubhouse loved the clit vibrators, but Genie hated them. It was too much stimulation. Unremitting. Demanding an orgasm without giving one because it was just fuckingtoo much stimulation.

“R. R. I. P. All small except the first!”

The toothbrush came off, and Dev walked to the desk. She didn’t lift her head to look, but what she could see in her peripheral vision, combined with the sounds, told her he was writing it down.

“Did you change your password between the time I texted you and now?”

Genie hadn’t, but she wasn’t answering any of his questions. Well, not unless he applied the proper duress, anyway.

He’d walked back to her and lifted the box to shock her again when the timer on his phone went off, and he immediately lifted the bar, pivoted to the side, and gently lowered her to the bed. Fifteen seconds later, her wrists were free, the hateful bar on the bed and no longer touching her, and she was trying to straighten her legs, though they didn’t want to cooperate.

“Slow, little owl. You’re okay, just go slow.” He moved the bar to the desk and returned to her, but he thankfully didn’t touch her.

She tried to straighten her legs, but her thighs tried to cramp. Her back and hips were frozen in place, and all she could do was stay in a fetal position, on her side, while she desperately wanted to straighten out.

“You held out, little Genie. You’re made of strong stuff.”

She shook her head. “I folded how many times?”

“How close was I to having what I needed?”