Warning: Things get darker, more mature and more sexually themed here:
"WHAT?!" Qi'ra exclaimed in shock and surprise at Asmodeus's command for her to be stripped. Before she could react, the Hork-Bajir lunged forward with the speed of snakes. One of them grabbed her arms and twisted them painfully behind her back, while the other grabbed her clothes and began literally tearing them off.
"NO!" Qi'ra screamed, writhing and squirming helplessly in the Hork-Bajir's grip. "Not my clothes! Get off me you beasts! Get off me!"
The Hork-Bajir ignored Qi'ra and continued tearing at her elegant, expensive black gown. They found her concealed knife, her com-link and her lock-picks and crushed them all in their clawed hands as if they were nothing more than paper. Then, they removed her shoes. Finally, they released her and stepped away.
Qi'ra shivered. She was now completely and utterly naked, her body exposed to the gazes of her captors. She was a most pleasing specimen of a human woman: her body was slim and lithe, her limbs long and petite, her skin smooth and fair, her stomach flat and toned, her hips finely curvy, her ass and breasts round and perky.
Asmodeus slowly and deliberately looked Qi'ra up and down, enjoying her obvious humiliation and the sight of her beautiful, naked body. "There," he said silkily. "Now you can't hide anything from me, my pretty."
Qi'ra glared at him.
Asmodeus grinned and he tilted his head as his mismatched eyes continued to devour every inch of Qi'ra's exposed body. "You have the perfect woman's body, Qi'ra," he complimented sincerely.
Qi'ra blushed with humiliation, but resisted the urge to cover herself with her hands. "Are you going to rape me?" she asked.
Asmodeus's eyes widened in genuine shock for a moment. But it lasted no more than a heartbeat. "No," he said.
Qi'ra was surprised, but relieved, though she tried not to show it. "Then, what are you going to do?" she asked. "Kill me?"
"No," replied Asmodeus. "Of course not. You are far too valuable, my dear."
"Valuable?" asked Qi'ra, lifting an eyebrow.
"You are the head of Crimson Dawn," Asmodeus reminded her. "And the former subordinate of Darth Maul."
Qi'ra's eyes went wide with shock. "You know about Maul?"
"Yes, I do," Asmodeus said. "You know things, Qi'ra… things that could bring about real change to this miserable galaxy. So for now, you will be my prisoner."
Qi'ra stared at Asmodeus, trying her best not to show her fear and utter humiliation at the notion of being held prisoner by him. But there was still something she didn't understand, and wanted to know. "How did you do this?" she asked Asmodeus. "How did you manage to ambush my fleet?"
Asmodeus grinned. "Because I'm the one who told you to come here," he replied. Then, before Qi'ra's very eyes, he transformed into a dark-skinned Human man: the one who had sent her the transmission telling her to come to this very system; her lieutenant, Finiren.
Qi'ra's eyes went even wider with shock. It all came together inside her head She hadn't been betrayed! She had been tricked! Asmodeus had contacted her while in Finiren's form, and told her he was alone in this system!
Asmodeus transformed back into his original Human form, grinning more broadly. "That's right, Qi'ra, you fell right into my trap."
Qi'ra bristled with rage and even deeper humiliation. "You will pay for this," she growled, her fists clenched.
"We shall see, my pretty," said Asmodeus. He walked closer to Qi'ra, so that he was looming over her.
Qi'ra shivered under Asmodeus's lustful gaze.
"Turn around," Asmodeus said. He spoke those words with a force that rang through Qi'ra. It was not a request: it was a command.
"I thought you said you weren't going to rape me," Qi'ra protested.
"I said turn around," Asmodeus repeated, his voice tinged with dangerous menace.
The Hork-Bajir flexed their claws threateningly.
Reluctantly, her heart in her mouth, her face flushing red with shame, Qi'ra turned around, so that her naked backside was facing Asmodeus.
Asmodeus took a good long moment to admire Qi'ra's bare, sexy bottom. Then, he signaled to the Hork-Bajir to hand him a pair of shackles. He walked right up behind Qi'ra, so that he was almost touching her naked rear.
Qi'ra tensed, terrified that Asmodeus would bend her over and rape her on the spot… but he didn't.
Asmodeus grabbed Qi'ra's slender wrists, forced them behind the small of her back, and then slapped the shackles onto her petite wrists, binding her hands behind her back.
"Hey!" Qi'ra protested.
Asmodeus grinned with sadistic pleasure. "There, that will keep your lovely hands nice and bound," he said.
"You bastard," Qi'ra growled.
"I've been called worse," Asmodeus shrugged. Then, he signaled to the Hork-Bajir again and they handed him a large, white kerchief. Asmodeus held it up and grinned more broadly, his eyes full of eagerness.
Qi'ra's eyes widened as she realized what he intended to do. "Oh, no," she shook her head.
"Oh, yes," Asmodeus said, licking his lips.
"Oh, no, you are not going to gag me," Qi'ra protested. "Don't even try and put that over my MHHHPFFFPH!" Qi'ra's protest turned into a muffled whine as Asmodeus swiftly threw the cloth over her head, pulled it tight against her lips, and tied it in a VERY hard knot at the nape of her neck.
Asmodeus smiled, pleasure churning in his cock and veins as he gagged Qi'ra. "There, that will keep your mouth shut," he mocked Qi'ra.
"YYHHH BAPHFFF!" Qi'ra mumbled through her gag. She lunged at Asmodeus, but he leaped back and she fell flat on the floor. "OFFH!" She grunted through her gag as she hit the floor breast-first. She writhed and squirmed on the floor, trying to break free of her bonds and reach Asmodeus. But she was helpless; bound, gagged and naked.
Asmodeus watched Qi'ra, enjoying the sight of her naked, trussed-up body struggling helplessly on the floor. "Oh, I just love the sight of a beautiful, sexy female, all tied up and gagged, and completely naked."
"GGRRRMMMMMMPH!" Qi'ra growled though her gag.
Asmodeus kneeled down in front of Qi'ra, and leaned closer to her. "For years Crimson Dawn has made animals suffer. Now, look at you, Qi'ra, naked and trussed-up like an animal."
"Mmmuph, grmph," Qi'ra mumbled.
"What do you think will happen now, Qi'ra?" Asmodeus went on. "You are in my grip, your fleet is destroyed, and your lieutenants are dead. Pretty soon, Crimson Dawn's command structure will collapse. Your Crimson Reign ends forever. If I ever write these events down, today shall be known as 'The Crimson Sunset'".
"Nhhh!" Qi'ra mumbled through her gag.
Asmodeus stood up. "And soon, your rival criminals will follow suit," he said.
"Whhmph?" Qi'ra mumbled in confusion. "Whh dhh yhh mhhh?"
Asmodeus grinned and mockingly put his hand to his ear. "Oh, I'm sorry, my pretty. It's impossible to understand you when you're gagged."
"Grrhmph," Qi'ra growled.
Asmodeus went on. "I know what you're thinking. The leaders of the galaxy's most powerful crime syndicates would never agree to meet with me, would they? Well, I think they might agree to meet with you." Asmodeus closed his eyes then, as if concentrating on something. Then, he began to transform again. His clothes remained, but his lean frame became lithe and curvy. His skin became smoother and slightly darker. His untidy black hair turned brown and became smooth and longer. His lips became full and perky. His flat chest thrust out into perky boobs.
"WHHHHMPH?!" Qi'ra screamed through her gag. She was now staring at herself! Asmodeus had transformed into her!
"Funny isn't it?" asked the false, clothed Qi'ra. "That bullying scum definitely won't listen to Asmodeus. But I bet they'll listen to Qi'ra."
"Bbbfmph, gggmph!" the real, naked Qi'ra mumbled.
The false Qi'ra smiled. "As much I'd like to continue playing with you, I've got other things to attend to. She turned to the nearest Hork-Bajir. "Dagger, would you please take her to the brig? I've got a call to make."
The Hork-Bajir called Dagger nodded obediently and walked over to the real, naked Qi'ra. He kneeled down and picked her up as easily and effortlessly as if she were nothing more than a rabbit.
"NNNHMPH! NNNMPHH! LHH MHH GHH!" Real Qi'ra protested, her words muffled by her tight gag. Ignoring her, Dagger carried her away.
Qi'ra could hardly believe what had just happened. Just a few hours ago she had been rich, free, clothed and powerful. Now, all of that had been literally and figuratively stripped away from her. She was a prisoner now, nothing more. She was back where she began.
As she was thrown into her own brig and chained to a heavy metal ball to keep her from running away, Qi'ra genuinely wished, for the first time in a long time, that she had chosen Han over her ambitions.