Traptober 1/4 - The Sole-Scraper (Patreon)

Forced into the plank position, all she can do is hold herself up above the sea of tickle-ready brushes positioned perfectly to attack her belly should she slack. It would be easy - hogging the machines so long has to pay off, right? - if it weren't for the pointed metallic fingers scratching at her taut soles. She can't even curl her toes to escape it, and her position keeps her arches stretched and helpless to the skittering, probing machine.

What's worse is the set of rings around her toes, tickling her immobile stems as her heels and soles are tortured. While the tools at her arches are sharp and tough, almost like pens writing her punishment on her ticklish skin, the rings are lined with soft fluff that spin at the delicate valleys between each toe, adding to her desperation as she feels her arms wobble.

Almost sensing her sudden panic, the hands poised to dig into her sides offer a quick mechanical wiggle, fingers clawing the air in anticipation. It'll be torture if she falls in - not even her tough broad back will be spared, judging by the huge buffer brushes that are slowly closing in...

How long does she have left?! It's too much - the pointed claws drag down her arches slowly, then pause to let her catch her breath, before suddenly focusing on the spot right below the ball of her foot, attacking with all their merciless might-

The whirring below her grows in volume as she feels her elbows start to buckle.