It was a torment unlike any other, the manhandler's merciless fingers dancing over my skin with unforgiving precision. I writhed and squirmed, powerless against its relentless assault, the laughter bubbling up from deep within me as my senses were overwhelmed. The comfort of the bed was a cruel irony, enveloping me in a false sense of security as I was subjected to a torture disguised as pleasure. And as the tickling machine continued its...