Qi'ra tried not to shiver as Asmodeus walked towards her. She was powerless against him; she was completely naked and had her hands cuffed behind her back. But she did not show any fear. She glared at him defiantly. She had had said she would not talk, and she would not. He could beat her, whip her, electrocute her, rape her, but she swore to herself that she would tell him NOTHING.
Asmodeus reached Qi'ra and kneeled down in front of her. He replaced her gag, so that once again she could not speak.
"Mmmmph," Qi'ra mumbled as her fair mouth was covered again.
Once again, Asmodeus looked Qi'ra's naked form up and down. She had the perfect woman's body: her figure lithe and slim, her skin smooth and light, her breasts full, round and perky. Slowly, Asmodeus reached his right hand towards Qi'ra and began to fondle her left breast.
"Mmmmmph!" Qi'ra mumbled through her gag. She blushed red with humiliation as her breasts were fondled, but she did not struggle, not wanting to give Asmodeus that satisfaction.
Asmodeus smiled, his cock growing hard as he fondled Qi'ra's naked body, running his long fingers over her breasts and stroking her waist. Her skin was so smooth and soft, her waist nicely trimmed, her breasts so soft and squishy.
In spite of her rage and humiliation at being fondled against her will, Qi'ra couldn't stop the pleasure that spread through her body at Asmodeus's unwanted touches. Her breasts had never been touched like this, not even by Han, for they had never had sex; they had only hugged and kissed. Even Dryden Vos had only touched her hair, face and shoulders; he had never gone any further.
Still feeling up Qi'ra's waist, Asmodeus's smile grew wider as he relished the feeling of the naked crime lady's bare skin beneath his fingertips, and her obvious humiliation, her gagged face scrunching and her eyes narrowing. Deciding to take this up a notch, Asmodeus moved his hands back to Qi'ra breasts and he pinched her nipples, twisting them cruelly.
"Grm," Qi'ra moaned through her gag, her eyes clenching shut by instinct.
"Does that hurt, my pretty?" Asmodeus asked mockingly.
"Mmm, mmm," Qi'ra mumbled, shaking her head.
Asmodeus twisted her nipples harder. "Not even this?" he asked. He pinched and pulled her nipples until they stiffened and began to ache.
But despite the pain, Qi'ra shook her head again. Her body was stronger than it looked.
Feeling a grudging respect for her resilance, Asmodeus let go of Qi'ra's nipples and felt her breasts in his hands again. "You have a tough and beautiful body, Qi'ra," he said sincerely.
"Grrrmph," Qi'ra growled, blushing red with rage and shame as Asmodeus fondled her, but refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her squirm. She endured the fondling with a reluctant resignation.
For several minutes, Asmodeus felt up Qi'ra's naked, sexy, sublime body. His desire for her burned hotter and hotter. He wanted her so badly. But he remembered his goal; to get information from her. Besides, there was so much more he could do with her. Finally, Asmodeus stopped fondling Qi'ra and he stood up. "How did that feel, my pretty?" he asked.
"Grrmph," Qi'ra growled.
Asmodeus smiled. "I imagine it must have felt so good and yet so bad. I have to admit you are quite tough. But, tell me, Qi'ra, are you ticklish?"
Qi'ra's eyes widened in surprise. That she hadn't expected. She had NEVER been tickled before. She shook her head, mumbling through her gag as she did so. "Nhh."
Asmodeus lifted an eyebrow, the movement pulling at his scar and making him look even crueler than usual. "Have you ever been tickled, Qi'ra?" he asked.
Qi'ra shook her head without really thinking about it. The question was strange.
Asmodeus grinned. "Well then, I guess there's only one way to find out, my pretty." He walked up to her again and circled around behind her. "I'm going to un-cuff your hands," he said. "Don't try anything stupid," he warned. There was a click and a chink as Asmodeus disconnected the short chain that was keeping the cuffs around Qi'ra's wrists connected. As soon as he did, he grabbed her petite wrists tightly with both hands, keeping them behind the small of her back as he pulled her up, forcing her to get out of the chair and stand up.
"Grrrmph!" Qi'ra growled. She struggled, trying to break free, but Asmodeus kept her arms held tightly behind her back. "Move it," he ordered, roughly pushing her between the shoulder blades and forcing her to walk across the room until she was right underneath two long, metal chains that were dangling from the ceiling.
Qi'ra's eyes widened as she realized what Asmodeus intended to do. "NNNHHH! DHHH!" She whined through her gag. She struggled against Asmodeus's grip, but he was too strong.
With a wide grin, relishing his power over the naked female, Asmodeus forced Qi'ra's slender arms above her hand and chained her cuffs to the chains. Now Qi'ra was chained to the ceiling, her arms held high above her head, leaving her armpits completely exposed. Her legs were still free, but only for a moment as Asmodeus pushed a button and two cuffs clamped over Qi'ra's bare feet, securing them to the floor.
Asmodeus circled Qi'ra, examining her helpless, naked form. He loved the way her armpits were exposed and how her perky breasts hung out from her chest. For a moment, he stood still, as his lustful desire for her battled with his goal to get information out of her. The goal won out. He needed to make this slow. Asmodeus pulled down Qi'ra's gag again. He needed her mouth uncovered if she was going to give in, and besides, he wanted hear the sound that was going to come out of her pretty mouth when he did what he was going to do to her.
"Ah," Qi'ra gasped, relieved to have her mouth uncovered. "So you're going to tickle me are you?" she asked her captor.
"Yes," Asmodeus nodded. "Weren't expecting that were you?"
Qi'ra couldn't deny that. But she remained defiant. "I won't talk," she said. "And I WILL escape this cell and make you pay."
Asmodeus grinned. "We'll see about that, my pretty," he whispered. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a long, black feather. "And," he added, "we're about to find out just how ticklish you are." He moved closer to Qi'ra and began to gently stroke her exposed right armpit with the feather.
At once, Qi'ra began to twitch as the feather sent a tickling sensation through her naked body. "Tee, hee, mmmm," Qi'ra gritted her teeth as the tickling sensation grew stronger and stronger, and something desperately wanted to come out of her mouth. She tried to ignore it, but it was getting stronger and stronger. Her body started to spasm and twitch harder, her naked breasts bouncing a little.
Sensing that it was getting to her, Asmodeus licked his lips and he stroked the feather up and down Qi'ra's armpit a little faster.
"Tee, hee," Qi'ra giggled, the tickling sensation growing stronger. Her body spasmed again, and her frowning lips slowly but surely began to turn upside down.
Grinning more broadly, excitement coursing through his veins, Asmodeus stroked the feather up and down Qi'ra's exposed armpit much, much faster.
Next moment, the tickling sensation became too much and Qi'ra, her full, perky lips curling into a wide, forced smile, erupted into laughter. "Ahahahahahahahaha! OH! OH! OH! Ahahahahaha!"
Within seconds, the once mighty crime lady Qi'ra was reduced to a writhing, squirming, twitching, hysterically laughing mess. "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" The disgraced woman laughed, throwing her head back, her hair swaying, her whole body squirming as Asmodeus tickle tortured her.
Asmodeus listened to Qi'ra's laughter with great relish. She was even more ticklish than he had imagined, and he LOVED it. "So you are ticklish, aren't you, Qi'ra?" He said.
"NNNOOOO! HAHAHA! I AM! AHAHA! NHHOOOT! AHAHAHA! TICKLISH! AHAHAHAHAHA!" Qi'ra gasped out between laughs.
Asmodeus continued to tickle torture Qi'ra for several minutes, relishing her sexy, tortured laughter, the forced smile on her beautiful face, and how her bare, slender body squirmed and twitched helplessly in her bondage. "Tickle, tickle, tickle, my pretty," he cooed as he stroked the feather up and down her armpit.
"Ahahahahahaha!" HA! HA! HA HO! HO! HO! AHAHAHAHA! OH! OH! OH! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" Qi'ra laughed. "OH! OH! OH! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Finally, Asmodeus stopped to let Qi'ra breathe. The naked woman took deep, calming breaths. Tickle torture was a new and VERY humiliating and distressing experience for her.
"Is… that… all… you… got?" Qi'ra panted, her naked breast heaving up and down with each breath.
"Oh, I can do a lot more to you than that, Qi'ra," Asmodeus said ominously. "In fact, I think I will make this worse for you bit by bit, unless of course, you decide to tell me everything you know."
"Never," Qi'ra said defiantly.
"Suit yourself," Asmodeus shrugged. Then, smirking broadly, he started tickling Qi'ra again, stroking her exposed armpits and her naked breasts with the feather.
Qi'ra's tortured laughter echoed through the playroom.
"Ahahahahahahahahahaha! OH! OH! OH! AHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"