Ashe lay on the Man Handler, unable to contain her laughter as the mechanical hands continued their relentless assault on her ticklish spots. The audience, hidden in the shadows, watched with delight as she squirmed and giggled uncontrollably. Despite the luxurious comfort of the bed, Ashe couldn't help but feel like she was trapped in the darkest level of hell, at the mercy of this insidious machine. Every stroke felt like a precise torture, driving her to the brink of madness. If this was...