The two men grabbed me and dragged me in the car. I thought that as I was strong, they wouldn't be able to force me but as a woman, I was much weaker and they got me in easily. We sped off and one of the men in the front told them to blindfold me so I didn't see wher ewe were going. After what seemed like hours but was probably 20 minutes. We stopped and I was bundled out the car into a big echoing room that seemed like a warehouse. All through this time, none of them did anything physical to me which was strange as I thought they might abuse my willy that kept its erection throughout.
I was led through the room and they stopped. They took of my blindfold and warned me not to try anything or they would hurt me. They held my arms tight and took my handcuffs off. Then they pulled my blouse over my head leaving me only wearing my bra and petticoat. Then they turned me around and I saw a couple of cuffs dangling from a high beam along with a couple attached to the floor. It was clear that these were for holding someone in a spread eagled position and I realised that that person was me. I tried to struggle but it was no good. They placed on wrist in and camped it then ulled me over to the other cuff and locked that one too. Then they spread my legs apart which pulled the hand restraints tight and the loked both ankles into the cufss then stood back to look at me. I pulled experimentally on the cuffs, there was no way I could get free. They watched my struggle and laughed all the time looking at the front of my petticoat flapping around as my erection swayed with the movement.
Eventually a man and woman entered. They were clealy in charge.
"Let's check you out then sweethearrt", said the man. He walked towards me and lifted my bra. I tensed up but was unable to move. He moved my breasts around and tweaked my nipples. I flinched hard.
"They're genuine", he said pulling my bra back down. Now the woman came up to me, looked at me, then looked at my tenting petticoats and lifted it up. My erection was as stubborn as ever. She took hold of it and moved it around. It twitched involuntarily at the handling. Then she pulled my foreskin right back and forward a couple of times. The reaction of my willy seemed to convince her so she pulled my foreskin back hard and dropped my petticoats. The sensation of the petticoats rubbing along my sensitive end was excrutiating in the pleasure and I gasped.
"You like that don't you?", she said. She whispered to one of the men and he scurried away. "That's the real deal as well, she's quite a big boy and ready for picking if you ask me", she said.
The man now asked me how such an attractive woman could have a penis. I explained hoping it would help me get this over with quickly but he just laughed.
"Are you ticklish?", he asked. What was he doing.
"Not really", I replied hoping he wouldn't check. Just then the man who was sent off returned carring a large desk fan. They plugged it in and placed it pointing upwards under my petticoats between my legs. He turned it on full blast which made my petticoats flapp around. The feeling of them rubbing over my exposed penis end was excruciating. I felt like I was going to have an orgasm when suddenly, the woman started tickling my sides and armpits. This destroyed the buildup as I screamed with laughter. She stopped.
"Looks like she is well ticklish! Gripper, you've got first watch, when she looks like she is going to go all girly on you and mess her underwear, tickle her anywear you like. The cock is off limits but the nipples are all yours. What ever you do, don't let her cum. Grant, you're on next shift in a couple of hours", said the boss.
I couldn't believe it. I had read about tickle torture and orgasm deprivation but to be subjected to it, for hours was terrifying. How was I going to get out of this?