Sex: Shemale
Sexuality: Submissive

After arriving in Sinfar Nasha found herself exploring town and wandered around the waterfront until finding the Trap. She immediately loved it in there as she was given attention and drinks. The tiefling had rarely been given much attention before and quickly latched herself onto a group of women not wanting to be left alone. After a while the group made their way into an isolated room locking the door behind them. Nasha laughed nervously as she was paraded around. She found it embarasing feeling all their eyes on her but at the same time she enjoyed the sounds of approval blushing a bit as she was dragged around having her tail wag at the attention. First their demand for her top to be removed came. Nasha didn't fight with them much since she was proud of her large perky breasts and allowed herself to be marched around as they leered at her. It felt good to be wanted. Nasha thanked them for the praise but as they asked for her bottom to be removed next she stiffened coming up with excuses and asking to take things slower. The group complained asking "Come on sweet thing aren't we all friends here?" and "weren't we generous with you? Just show us a little more." Nasha didn't want her new friends to be upset with her. As her cheeks blushed Nasha asked for them to be kind to her as her eyes wattered. After stripping fully there was a long unbroken silence before the room finally erupted into laughter. Nasha was utterly mortified as her hands covered her tiny little member starting to cry. The room was repeatedly filled with bright camera flashes as the girls mocked her and pried her hands apart capturing the image of her tiny member which was between an inch or two in its flacid state. Soon Nasha found herself stumbling back to their home not wanting the pictures shared however that would be the least of her worries soon. She spent a year there held captive being abused and passed around usually by the very same women though others occasionally came. Eventually they grew sloppy though and Nasha escaped after sneaking a paperclip inside her cage. Finally free Nasha struggled to adjust to life. With no money she lived on the street and struggled to hold down a job. Did she really hate it there in her cage? She was the center of attention. Everyone was always reaching for her hungrily and wanting her. Nasha gnawed her lower lip imagining how her face was pushed into the ground as they took her again and again. Her member stood on end before making a mess in her pants. What did people want from her? What could she do to get that back? The next day Nasha was buying new set  shorts so small her ass was hanging out of them as well as a top that left her midriff and a large part of her underboob exposed. She couldn't help feeling strange walking around like this but she was sure she'd adjust. Many of the other girls wore little. They just knew what everyone waanted. If this didn't get her attention she wasn't sure what else would. She couldn't help but feel dirty and excited as she snugly secured a collar around her throat before adding a set of manacled to herself. "I look so naughy!" Nasha thought as her tail wagged. Her member throbbed a bit as she tugged on the collar feeling it bite into her throat. "Now they'd know just what to do with me" Nasha thought standing by the street with a needy look on her face begging for others to look at her. "What should I do for them?" She thought eyeing people walking down the street "don't they want me?"

Green Lights: Recieving Anal, Being Submissive, Ball Busting, Castration, Humiliation, Degredation, Performing Oral, Corporal Punishment, Sexual Torture, Slavery, Sex Trafficing, Kidnapping, Con and Noncon, Abuse, Dominant Not Liking or Caring About the Submissive.

Yellow Lights: Males, Dominant Females, Nonsexual Torture

Red Lights: Scat, Water Sports (in the mouth), Dismemberment, Extreme Nonsexual Torture