Naked, miserable and helpless, Qi'ra stood in Asmodeus's playroom, her arms chained to the ceiling. She did not know how long it had been since her humiliating tickle torture had been resumed. It had been at least ten light cycles.
Every day now was mostly the same: Asmodeus would come into the playroom and ask Qi'ra if she was ready to tell him what he wanted to know, she would refuse and then Asmodeus would tickle torture her for hours on end before he finally asked her again if she was ready to talk. Qi'ra would always refuse and then Asmodeus would tickle her some more before leaving her all alone, feeding her only one meal a day.
Qi'ra shivered. She desperately wanted to put some clothes on: the shame and humiliation of being naked all time was almost unbearable. Her arms ached from being chained above her head for so long, and the collar around her neck prevented the skin around her neck from breathing properly.
Qi'ra hung her head in despair, wondering what to do. For so long she had held out, proudly refusing to tell Asmodeus anything. But as the torture had dragged on, it became harder and harder to say no. The isolation, the nudity, the tickle torture, the humiliation, it was all getting to her, slowly wearing her down. She had even shed tears from being forced to laugh so much. She wasn't sure she could take much more.
A few minutes later, Asmodeus returned.
Qi'ra shivered as she once again felt Asmodeus's lust-filled eyes burning into every inch of the bare skin on her naked body.
Asmodeus approached Qi'ra slowly, grabbed her chin and lifted her face so she was looking at him. "Are you ready to talk yet, Qi'ra?"
This time Qi'ra did not reply.
Asmodeus released Qi'ra's face. "Look, Qi'ra," he said, sounding almost exasperated. "As much as I enjoy this, you can't stay silent forever. Just talk. If you do, I may even consider letting you join me."
At that, Qi'ra looked up. "What do you mean?" she asked softly.
Asmodeus's expression became almost somber, though the lust in them did not fade. "I long for many things, Qi'ra, and one of those things is a beautiful woman. A woman to lie with, to kiss, to…" he trailed off, as if he had said too much. "Anyway, are you ready to talk?" he asked again.
Qi'ra hesitated, her pride battling with her need to end her suffering. Finally, she turned away.
"Fine," Asmodeus said, and he began to tickle Qi'ra again.
"OH! OH! OH! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Qi'ra laughed.
Asmodeus continued to torture Qi'ra for three light-cycles, relishing her tortured laughter and the way her naked, trussed-up body writhed and squirmed every time he tickled her.
Qi'ra laughed and laughed as she was tickled. It was unbearable. And yet, something else was starting to happen. She was becoming aroused.
Finally, it happened. "OH! OH! OH!" Qi'ra laughed. "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" PLEASE! HA! STOP! I CAN'T! HA! STAND IT! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Upon hearing that, Asmodeus smiled a triumphant smirk. She had finally said it. He finally stopped tickling Qi'ra.
"Hff, hff, huff," Qi'ra panted as she caught her breath. The naked woman was burning with embarrassment and humiliation that she had finally cracked under all the tickle torture.
Asmodeus sat down on a chair and watched Qi'ra for a long time, drinking in her beautiful, helpless form, and savoring the small victory he had gained by getting her to beg him to stop tickling her. 'This must be SO humiliating for her,' he thought.
Finally, Asmodeus broke the silence. "Are you ready to talk, Qi'ra?" he asked.
Qi'ra did not reply.
Asmodeus shook his head. He stood up and began to tickle Qi'ra again.
"AHAHAHAHAHA!" Qi'ra laughed. Something in the naked woman cracked then. "Okay, okay, okay! I'll tell you!" she screamed. "I'll answer any question you ask! I'll do anything!"
Smirking triumphantly, Asmodeus stopped tickling Qi'ra and he sat down. "Tell me everything you know about the Jedi, the Sith, the Empire, the other crime syndicates, and about any contingency plans you had before I captured you."
Qi'ra hung her head, her heart a stone in her breast. Some small part of her screamed at her not to talk. But no amount of pride in the world would get her out of this. She had no choice. She took a deep breath, and began to talk…
Qi'ra told Asmodeus everything she knew. How the Empire had risen to power, how it had fallen, how she had trained under Lord Maul, about all the things she knew about the Jedi, the Sith and the other crime syndicates, and about her plan to build a droid army on Geonosis to conquer the galaxy.
After Qi'ra finally stopped talking, Asmodeus was silent for a long moment, taking in everything Qi'ra had just told him. His facial expression was pensive as he rubbed his chin. Finally, he broke the silence. "How do I know you're not lying to me?" he asked.
"Please," Qi'ra begged. "Believe me."
Asmodeus narrowed his eyes dangerously. "Why should I believe you, my pretty?" he asked, his mismatched eyes full of menace and lust.
Qi'ra hesitated. Then, an idea that had been lingering at the edge of her tormented thoughts during her humiliating captivity flashed through her mind again. Time and again, she had rejected it out of pride. This time, she did not reject it. The idea became a plan… a cunning plan. "Because… because I love you, Asmodeus," Qi'ra said to her captor.
Asmodeus's eyes widened in shock and surprise. "What?" he asked.
"I love you, Asmodeus," Qi'ra repeated.
Asmodeus tilted his head and lifted an eyebrow, the movement pulling at his scar and making him look even crueler than usual. "Why, do you love me?" he asked after a long moment.
"I love you, because you've made me realized who I truly am," Qi'ra said, trying to sound earnest. "You've stripped away my power, my freedom, my clothes, and my dignity. You've justly punished me for my sins, and made me the pet I was born to be." She shook her body and jingled her boobs enticingly.
Asmodeus stared at her, the lustful desire in his eyes growing stronger.
Qi'ra decided to press her advantage. "Asmodeus," she said slowly. "I swear to you I am telling the truth. Your punishment has brought out my true self. My true nature and desires have come out. I know you want me, and now I want you. Please, make me yours, Asmodeus, and I will do whatever you command of me."
Slowly, a smile spread across Asmodeus's pale face. He walked closer to Qi'ra. "Tell me more about how you feel, Qi'ra," he said quietly.
"I feel small, naked, humiliated, like a whore," Qi'ra said smoothly.
"And what do you see when you look at me?" Asmodeus asked, taking a step closer to Qi'ra.
"I see a tall, strong, handsome, powerful man who has tamed me and put me in my rightful place," Qi'ra drawled sultrily.
"What do you want?" Asmodeus asked, now so close to Qi'ra she could feel his hot breath.
"I want to be yours," Qi'ra said in her smoothest, most submissive and seductive feminine voice. "I want to be your trophy, your slave, your plaything, or whatever else you desire, for the rest of my life."
Asmodeus lifted Qi'ra's chin and looked into her eyes. "Are you accepting me as your master, Qi'ra?" he asked, looking as if he couldn't believe his ears.
"Yes," Qi'ra said.
"Then, show me, Qi'ra," he said lustfully. "Show me your love. Kiss me."
Qi'ra hesitated for a split second. Then, her heart in her mouth, she closed her eyes, puckered her perky lips and pressed them against Asmodeus' lips in the deepest, most passionate kiss she could give.
Asmodeus pressed his lips lustfully against Qi'ra's, sucking on her lips erotically as if they were sweet lollipops. He wrapped his arms around her slim waist and pulled her close to him, so that her naked breasts were pushing against his chest.
Finally, Asmodeus pulled away from Qi'ra. "Good girl," he said approvingly, cupping her face with his hand.
Qi'ra leaned her cheek into Asmodeus's palm, as though enjoying it.
"Now, Qi'ra," said Asmodeus quietly, his voice laced with desire. "Do you pledge yourself to me, body and soul, forever?" he asked.
"Yes, master," Qi'ra promised.
"Do I have your permission, to do whatever I want with you, whenever I want?" asked Asmodeus, licking his lips.
"Yes, master," Qi'ra submitted.
Asmodeus smiled, his blood burning in his veins. His arousal was unbearable and his lustful desire for Qi'ra had reached its peak. He needed to take her, NOW! "Then, its time to make you mine, my new pet."