Another full hour had passed in Ezarin's absence. She finally returned to check up on her patient. It was clear that none of the enchantments had weakened at all. Yet, Iva's breathing was now heavy, and she was quite visibly laughing, whisper-laughing -- the kind of laughter one released when their stamina had been completely depleted, but they were still forcing out laughs.
"Holy..." Ezarin searched for her mind, but could not find it, just as she expected. She grinned with satisfaction on her face as she gazed into the wonderful sight that was Iva's bloodshot, greatly widened eyes, both of which had ran out of tears to shed about an hour ago. Ezarin returned Iva to the realm of the sane.
"Hey, what do you say we take it to the next level?" Were she to retain her mobility, she would have shaken her head till it fell off. "Okay, lets try this."
Iva's buttocks began spreading far and wide, making the smoothly shaven hole between them very visible. Almost instantly, 20 hands moved to the area and began laying waste to it (pun unintended), scraping the extremely sensitive skin there. 2 of those hands scratched directly on the hole. Now, her entire rear was being assaulted and she wasn't capable of clenching.
"Do you think we should take a break?" She gazed into the eyes of a broken Iva. "Naw. In fact..." 14 more millipoids the size of grass blades spawned in the air and floated about in front of Iva's face for her to see. One by one, they hovered downwards to their destination, slowly entering her clitoris, one at a time. 20 miniscule millipoids were now roaming the entirety of her genitalia, lightly scraping the super sensitive flesh within. Iva's whisper-laughter very slowly evolved to slight wheezing.
"Hey, I'm going to pop out for another hour or so. Is that okay?" She smiled at her. "Alright. See you later." She reactivated the spell and flew off in her astral form, leaving Iva to suffer continuously at her hands and at the hands of the Ezarins inside her.
The Ezarins within her would often race each other from one part of her cave to another. Often, multiple races would occur within Iva simultaneously, involving the millipoids scurrying in different directions. Each of them made sure that all of their hands were constantly making contact with the floor whether they were moving or still.
As for her rear, 2 more hands had shifted to the hole, continuously scraping in and out.
Before Ezarin returned to her body, a far beyond hellish and excruciatingly long 5 and a half hours had passed. She had used sorcery-based chronokinesis to move forward in time. 7 hours had passed since she started torturing Iva. She decided to take a look at the result of the torture she put her through.
Slowly, or rather minute by minute, the hands withdrew from Iva's body, row by row. After all the hands had left, the millipoids within her dripping clitoris very slowly crawled out, dragging their tiny claws along her tender flesh through the entire journey.
Ezarin returned her speech and laughter, but kept her suspended in the air. "So, how was that?" Iva didn't move or utter a single word. Not even a flinch or twitch. Her eyes gazed blankly towards the floor, and her mouth remained open. "I want to speak with you in the morning. You can sleep here if you like. Nighty night!"
The next morning, Ezarin returned to the secluded part of the cave that had Iva in it and found her still gazing blankly at the floor, likely not having slept at all. "So, how are you feeling?"
"..."
"What was that? I couldn't really hear you."
"..."
"You're going to have to speak up."
"...P-please, Eza-"
"Oh, come on. Enough with the begging! You're a queen! Have some dignity!"
"...I'm... I'm so sorry I did this to you. P-please, stop. I will do whatever it is you ask of me. Just please, release me. I... I can't take this anymore..." Ezarin remained silent for a moment.
"That... was... beautiful! That thing that you did just there -- the begging -- do it again."
"Please, Ezarin. I... I..." Iva's eyes began tearing up and spilling.
"Oh, man, don't cry! You're gonna make me cry!"
"I'm sorry I did this to you! Please, I wasn't thinking right!"
"Darn right, you weren't! I've seen far too many of the evil things you've done. The horrible, sick, twisted, contorted states in which you've left people, for doing things as harmless and trivial as being near you. You're insane! And evil! Very evil! Too evil to be left unbroken!"
"I promise I will amend everything and everyone I have wronged!" Ezarin burst into laughter.
"You and what miracle worker?"
"I can! I will! Just please, stop this!" Ezarin just stared at her for a while.
"I honestly thought you'd be harder to break. Guess that iron will was just for show."
"..."
"Welp, anyway, we've got a lot of work to do today. This is the first thing on the list." Smoke started gushing out of nowhere. The smoke condensed, making way for an opaque black cup, filled with an opaque black liquid. "Drink up."
She released Iva, letting her drop to the ground so she could pick up the cup herself.
"...W-what... is this?"
"Extreme sensitivity heightening potion. Something I concocted this morning. Should make your body as sensitive as you are evil, and that's way, way, way beyond very." Iva's eyes shook about as they began welling up with tears, looking up at Ezarin's eyes.
"...P-please, I... I... I c-... I can't...! Ezarin, please! I beg of you! Don't put me through that again!"
"Put you through that? Again? Oh, no! No, no, no, no, no! What I'm about to put you through now makes what I did to you before seem like a kindness. Now, drink up! Every last drop!"
Iva looked at Ezarin with immense sadness and fear in her eyes, desperately searching her heavily deformed face for any signs of mercy, but to no avail. Her pleads and appeals were met by a smile, which slowly morphed into a deep frown. Ezarin was losing her patience with Iva and crawled right up to her face, glaring her heavily in the eyes.
"Pick. It. Up." Iva couldn't move. "NOW!" Ezarin's voice thundered throughout the room the same way it did last time, making Iva jump, shriek and quickly grab the cup. She stared at the black liquid for a few seconds before reluctantly ingesting it, quite sluggishly. Ezarin moved back and waited for the potion to circulate through her body.
"Now then, how do you feel?" Iva's body was now in a state of ultra-sensitivity. She did not respond. Using a hand attached to the portion of her body that was behind Iva, Ezarin traced down one of her feet. Iva screamed at the top of her lungs, jumping madly away from the hand that had touched her, holding her foot. She scurried to a corner of the room as quickly as she possibly could.
"Excellent. Let us begin." Iva started moving across the floor, against her will, towards Ezarin.
"NO! PLEASE! WAIT!"
"If you keep screaming, I'll take your voice away again." Iva quickly became silent as the paralysis enchantment became active once again, keeping her suspended in the air, limbs spread like an eagle, completely immobile. "I'll just move over here..." Ezarin coiled herself around Iva again, covering her entire body with her own. "One more thing." The legs of hers that were almost touching Iva retracted and were replaced by more, much, much thinner legs the width of hair strands; 88 per body segment. Seeing the modifications Ezarin made to her body, Iva began trembling.
"Aw, don't you worry about a thing, dear. You'll love it!" Each of the 6504 legs turned to arms equally as thin and bore hands the size of human pupils, which bore 6 incredibly small, thin, clawed fingers. 39024 claws were now hovering millimetres away from every part of Iva's ultra-sensitive body, except the erogenous areas, waiting restlessly to unleash otherworldly carnage. Iva gasped and hyperventilated, not knowing at all what to do or say to escape this hell.
"Any last words?"
"...Pl-" Before she could complete the first word, the tiny claws made contact with her sides, then stomach, then legs, feet, rear, back, arms, underarms, waist, then neck, and began scratching as hard as they could, which felt almost as light as a feather. Iva's eyes widened immensely as a colossal grin tore through her face before she started shrieking like a siren.
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Millipoid Tickle Story
FantasíaIva - an evil young queen - has somehow managed to get her comeuppance. However, it came from the one person she never expected it to and in a way she never could have conceived.
