The absurd contraption known as the torturous tickle mechanism. A creation of pure madness crafted by a deranged artisan. The ultimate blend of comfort and agony, a nightmare from the depths of despair. Its appendages caressed my sides, my underarms, my ribs, my midsection, and my navel. Each touch unleashed a torrent of ticklish sensations, every stroke akin to the gentle caress of a dry brush. Had I been a captive spy, I would have spilled all my secrets without hesitation. Yet all they...