Chapter 5

A sound barrier quickly rose around the room as Ezarin did not want to startle or frighten the critters elsewhere in the cave.

Just like before, Iva's mobility was stripped from her completely, preventing her from swaying, jumping or lunging in any direction, forcing her to bare every millisecond of agony Ezarin wished to put her through. About a minute into the torture and the laughter still hadn't started. Iva continued screaming and shrieking at the top of her lungs and beyond, completely unable to bare the sensations showering her body.

"Oh, my! Aren't you a tickwish widdle baby queen!" Iva's eyes continued shaking violently, but tears had not yet began to fall, surprisingly. She was covered from her chin down to the sole of each foot. "How about in here?" Some tiny hands filled her ears and began scraping their interiors and exteriors, further increasing her screaming.

"Geez, that bad, huh?" She let her internally writhe in agony for about 5 minutes before covering her entire face with her small hands, leaving only her eyes and nostrils in peace. Not even her lips were safe. Iva's shrieking would frequently transition to throaty shouting, then back to shrieking, never failing to leave a huge grin on Ezarin's face. To make it even worse, she would slightly shift her own body about, increasing the magnitude of the tickling for a short burst.

"Honestly," she began, speaking directly into Iva's mind so she could hear her words, "I can't believe you were made queen. I mean, of course, your parents passed away, but how could anyone agree to making a 11 year-old queen of anything?! Especially... a narcissistic, psychopathic, evil creature such as yourself. I'd understand if they'd done it now that you're 22!"

Whenever she spoke, she would very slowly move to examine different parts of Iva's young body. "You're not even a spoiled brat. You're just... crazy. If an elderly person were to be in front of you, taking their time, the right thing to do would be to either just walk around them or help them. Not punish them for moving at the pace their weak, aged and fragile body allowed them to. What's wrong with you?"

Iva was unable to formulate a response, sinking deeper and deeper into the tickling hell she had been cast into. "A 76 year-old bystander... minding her own business. Just walking to a bakery to pick up a doughnut... all she could afford at the time... you're sick. I ought to teach you some humanity."

Torrents of tears had began flooding from Iva's eyes at this point. "But, if I'm honest, living like this hasn't been bad at all. I've really enjoyed it. I've become more nimble than I was in my prime and this body has made one of my joys of life one hundred times more joyful. It has enabled me to punish those who have wronged me in the past, and I'm not referring to you alone."

"Whenever my victims saw my new form they would almost faint. Some actually did!" She laughed. "Too bad none of them were immortal. One of them was my childhood bully. She didn't last long at all. Her fragile, elderly heart was just as weak as I expected it to be. Then, there was this wealthy, middle-aged commoner who mocked me for my appearance and financial state. His, um... goods were far more... sensitive than yours. At one point, he started coughing up blood. Guess his heart didn't like the work either."

She moved herself to the underside of the area between Iva's legs. "You know, for a creature as evil as yourself, I must say, you have an amazing body. Perfect even. Not a blemish in sight. Curves are pronounced. Skin is as smooth as that of a newborn baby. Very nice. And then," she sent a small millipoid copy of herself to Iva's clitoris. The millipoid began traversing the exterior of her genitalia. "We have this little one." Iva's screaming somehow managed to increase in pitch, volume and intensity.

"Goodness! Is this a bit too much for you, my queen? Do tell me if it is." Her body was now drenched in sweat, which made the tickling far, far worse by reducing a lot of the friction on her body. "That's a lot of sweat you're producing. Are you alright? Do you need a drink or something?"

Iva couldn't even formulate a response in her mind. "Alrighty then." Ezarin spawned 9 more millipoids and sent them into Iva's cave, one by one. They began their light, incessant scraping, quickly tearing the place her sanity used to be (her mind) to shreds.