She approaches your legs

"Vell I have already made my decision. Buuuut, since ve have you here, let's see necessary this tool is. Ve know you are a masochist, ve know you love this tickling, and ve know you von't be leaving." She coos from your waist.

You shake your head violently, panicking, but all you notice is the tightness is getting worse with every threat she makes.

"My my my, even worse than I thought." You can hear pure thirst coming out of her mouth. You know what wounded prey on the Serengeti feels. You whine into your gag, partly out of terror, partly out of denial, and partly because the pressure is becoming slowly unbearable. "Vell here's my little finale"

And with that she digs in at your exposed thighs. And instantly you scream. Your voice howls through the gag, panic in it's purest state. The feeling is electric, up your thighs into your stomach. You squeak and try to twist, try to buck, you'd do anything to get away, but the bonds at your limbs hold tight.

"Oh hoho. Vell ZIS is surprising" She moves her nails up to the crevice on either side of your trapped unit. Digging in deep. The tickling was electric, shooting to your toes, your finger tips, and your ears. The device is suffocating, your body needs to expand but can't. Tears are pouring down your face. You feel like you're close to busting, but the tightening and pain won't let you get even close. "Oh zey weren't lying when zey said 'dripping'". Your body burns red with shame, but the tightness doesn't abate. Her nails go on, dancing all round, never touching any part of your unit, but going so close that the stimulation is driving you crazy.

After just a few minutes you're crying, not even laughing anymore just crying. "Vell I sink ve vill shtop zere." She said, really playing up the accent. "I will mark up my notes" And immediately it was back to mild "And someone will be in shortly with the answers." You hear her walking out the door humming happily to herself, satisfaction dripping off her.

You lay there panting, sniffing, and returning to normal for a few minutes, all the while the throbbing remains.

After a while 2 guards come in this time, and you hear them press some buttons and suddenly your wrists and ankles have some play, though the cuffs remain on. But you're so exhausted you can't even lift them, much less go to run.

The two lift you up as before, and drag you up, and walk you out the door the doctor exited. You're carried down a hallway with doors lining either side. You notice this seems to be some sort of prison or holding area, or at least you guess from the bars on the windows.

Eventually you arrive at what you assume is your room. They drag you to the back wall, and place you facing towards the door. Then they separate your arms and legs like before, and suddenly your wrists and ankles are locked in place "Don't worry, it's just till we leave. For OUR safety, not that I think you could do much after that examination Drippy" And with that you feel the throb and can almost see yourself living up to the name.

"We will let you go, but you should be assigned a treatment set tomorrow, so relax. Once we're gone the magnets will disable, and you can get some sleep, or at least try." The two guards look you up and down, and the one leans in to your ear, her warm moist breath sending chills down your spine. "There's something you should know too. That thing no you, is not coming off. Normally tickling is enough to reform our clients, but since you love it so much, well the staff has had to improvise. Get used to the feeling worm, it's not coming off, and you're not coming. Not until you're a free man again." Her words cause a spasm. Your trapped unit starts spasming, twitching like an orgasm, over and over pumping again and again in it's tight cage, but with nothing else. No pleasure, no release, no abatement of pressure. It tries it's hardest to prove her wrong, but only becomes more and more painful with every pulse. "And that's assuming you're not a permanent resident." And with that she walked out, your terrified, trapped cock fighting and pulsing hopelessly, without so much as a drop of pre-cum to show.