Qi'ra lay naked in the bed of Asmodeus, who was also lying naked next to her, holding her close to him as he slept, his strong arm wrapped around her and holding her bare, budding left breast in his hand.
Qi'ra felt both humiliated and triumphant as she remembered the wild, hot, violent sex she and Asmodeus had had last night. She hated having to sexually submit to this freak of a man who had captured and tortured her, but she had succeeded in seducing him and getting him to lower his guard. If she waited for the right moment, she could have her revenge.
Hearing Asmodeus snoring softly, Qi'ra wondered if now was the right time to exact her revenge. It would be so easy to kill him while he slept. But was he really asleep? And besides, she could not see any weapons in the room.
Deciding to take a small risk, Qi'ra wriggled slightly, trying to move out of Asmodeus's grip.
The lustful man snorted slightly and tightened his grip on Qi'ra. "My lovely," he whispered softly.
Rolling her eyes, Qi'ra knew she had to keep up her submissive, seductive façade, so she reluctantly snuggled closer to Asmodeus and touched his hand; the one that was holding her breast. "Master," she whispered softly.
Qi'ra and Asmodeus lay in bed together for a long while; at least several hours. Finally, Asmodeus woke up. He lifted his head slightly and whispered in Qi'ra's ear, while stroking her breast. "Good morning, my pet."
"Good morning, master," Qi'ra whispered back.
"Did you enjoy what we did last night?" asked Asmodeus, sounding sincere.
"Yes, master," Qi'ra lied, her voice full of happiness and joy she did not really feel. To sell the illusion, she turned her head so that she was facing Asmodeus and she kissed him on the mouth, showing him affection she did not really feel. "I loved it," she added, after pulling away.
Asmodeus smiled at her. "Good girl," he said, gently brushing his fingers against Qi'ra's cheek and hair, and then gently grabbing her chin in his hand. He kissed Qi'ra on the lips. She kissed him back.
Asmodeus's free hand slid down Qi'ra's body, fondling her breast and then slowly stroking down her side until he found her bare, supple behind, giving it a gentle squeeze.
Qi'ra moaned and blushed.
Finally, after several minutes of making out, Asmodeus asked Qi'ra another question. "Are you hungry, my pet?"
At those words, Qi'ra's stomach growled. She hadn't eaten proper meals during her captivity. "Yes, master," she whispered. "I am hungry."
Asmodeus smiled. "Well, what a coincidence, my pretty. I am hungry too. I presume you know how to cook?"
"Yes, master," Qi'ra nodded.
"Well, then, go to the kitchen and cook us a nice hot breakfast of porridge," Asmodeus ordered.
Qi'ra seethed inwardly with rage and humiliation at being ordered around like a servant. But she smiled and nodded obediently. "Yes, master," she said. She got out of bed and walked towards the kitchen, her curvy hips swaying gracefully. She could feel Asmodeus's lustful eyes locked onto her bare, seductively bouncing rear end.
The wheels in Qi'ra's cunning, seductive mind were turning. She did not know how long she could keep up this charade. But she knew that sooner or later, her time for revenge would come. She found the kitchen and prepared a nice hot breakfast of porridge for herself and Asmodeus, deliberately making her own bowl smaller than his to sell the illusion that she had surrendered herself to him.
When Asmodeus came in, he was still naked.
Even though she hated this man, Qi'ra could not deny that he had a nice body; tall and lean with smooth, if unusually pale skin. His shoulders were broad and powerful, his arms long and thin, his legs strong and muscular. But she shook those thoughts away as she focused on her scheme, and on breakfast. "Breakfast is served, master," Qi'ra bowed.
"Good girl," Asmodeus said as he pulled up a chair and sat down at the table.
But as Qi'ra made to sit down too, Asmodeus held up a hand. "Put your bowl on the floor and eat it with your mouth, pet," he commanded.
"Master?" Qi'ra asked, confused.
"You are my loyal pet, are you not?" asked Asmodeus.
"Of course, master," Qi'ra bowed.
"Then, you will eat like a pet," Asmodeus ordered.
Qi'ra clenched her fists, seething inwardly with rage and humiliation again, but she quickly hid it behind a sweet, seductive smile. "Yes, master," she whispered, nodding obediently. She picked up her bowl, put it on the floor, got down onto her hands and knees, and began to eat out of the bowl like a dog or a cat eating from their food bowl.
Qi'ra blushed with humiliation as she ate, feeling Asmodeus's lustful eyes roaming over her naked body. Yet, she also felt strangely satisfied. She knew what Asmodeus was doing; testing her, enjoying his power over her, relishing her submission. It was good for her; soon he would trust her completely.
When they were both finished, Asmodeus commanded Qi'ra to stand up and she did. He gestured with his finger for Qi'ra to come to him and she did, walking gracefully towards him until her budding breasts were almost touching his bare chest.
Asmodeus looked Qi'ra's naked body up and down yet again, drinking in her marvelous beauty with his mismatched eyes. "You have the perfect woman's body, my pet," he cooed softly.
"Thank you, master," Qi'ra said, smiling a fake smile.
Asmodeus reached out and gently fondled Qi'ra again, running his hands over her perky breasts and up and down her slim waist. She did not resist, letting him feel her up.
Eventually, Asmodeus wrapped his arms around Qi'ra's face again and pulled her in for another kiss. They pressed their lips against each other's mouths, sucking on them loudly. Asmodeus moaned, clearly enjoying himself. Qi'ra moaned, enjoying the sweetness of her master's mouth in spite of her lingering humiliation and her hatred of him.
When the kiss finally ended, Asmodeus looked into Qi'ra's eyes, as if searching for something.
"Master?" Qi'ra asked.
"Qi'ra," said Asmodeus said slowly. "Did you really mean what you said? That you love me? That you will be mine forever?"
"Yes, master," Qi'ra said softly. "My heart and my body belong to you now and forever."
Asmodeus smiled a satisfied smile. Then, he reached behind him and picked up something: the collar with the chain attached to it!
Qi'ra stared at it.
"Then, put this on, Qi'ra," Asmodeus commanded softly. "Show me your loyalty and submission by collaring yourself, by binding yourself to me as my pet."
For a second Qi'ra hesitated. The very idea of putting that cold metal collar back around her neck was humiliating. But there was no other choice if she wanted to keep up the act of being a loyal submissive. Besides, she reasoned, the chain might come in handy later on. Thus, with the words, "Yes, master," Qi'ra reached out and took the collar, wrapped it around her own slender neck and clicked it shut. "I belong to you, master," she whispered.
Asmodeus smiled more broadly and gently traced his finger down Qi'ra's neck, touching the collar around her throat. "Good girl," he cooed. "Now, I have another question for you, do you wish to put some clothes on?"
Qi'ra was mildly surprised by that question, having half-expected Asmodeus to keep her naked. But her surprise soon gave way to delight. In truth, she desperately wanted to put some clothes on: the shame and humiliation of being naked in front of Asmodeus was almost unbearable. Plus, if she did get some clothes, she might be able to hide something in them. So, she answered honestly. "Yes, master, I do want some clothes, please."
Asmodeus took Qi'ra's leash. "Then, come with me, Qi'ra. Let us get dressed."