As the tickling machine continued to torture me, I felt myself losing control of my laughter, unable to resist the relentless assault on my senses. The Man Handler's mechanical hands seemed to know exactly where to strike, sending waves of ticklish sensations throughout my body. I tried to hold back the laughter, but it was futile. The audience reveled in my torment, their cheers and laughter only fueling the intensity of the machine's tickling. The twin sized bed, a deceptively innocent...