Mechanical Mercy?

You regain consciousness sometime later and find you are in a different room, this time, with your stomach to the cold stone floor, and your arms stretched out in front of you, shackled to the floor. Your legs are bent at the knees and held in place with your soles facing upward in a strange contraption.

You begin to struggle and find that your toes are again completely immobilized, exposing your soft sensitive soles for whomever finds you this time. You yelp in surprise as soft bristles contact your sole, scraping across your entire foot, but coming to rest at the exact moment you ceased moving. You again try to see what happened, and find that the brush begins to move up and down your sole, joined by an exact double on your other sole. You twist and wriggle and cry as you attempt to hold in your laughter.

You realize that the contraption is the source of your torture this time and simply burst into deep laughter. With every second you laugh and every moment you squirm to avoid the evil brushes, you find that they dig deeper into your feet, brushing harder, causing electric shots of ticklishness to shoot through you.

Your vision blurs and your voice weakens as the brushes continue their deed, but slowing with every ounce of strength you lose.

You soon find that

Written by The Tickler

You are trapped in this machine and you will be tormented forever

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