The Chastised Slave of New Mecca
Copyright© 2026 by Vanquished One
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - I never thought I would see the splendor of New Mecca as not only was it deep in the heart of the Arabian Desert but off limits to infidels. So it came as a shock to find myself trafficked there to be a slave. The city was full of slaves and beautiful women that would be forbidden to me. Thus to save me from castration, my penis had to be securely locked by my firm-handed Arabian master. But with so many beauties to temp me, was it a mercy or a torture?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Coercion Consensual NonConsensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Science Fiction BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Torture Harem Anal Sex Massage Masturbation Oral Sex
I finally woke to find myself encased in a stasis sarcophagi. Its foam padding kept me motionless as it hugged my form, which I could feel was naked. If it weren’t for a small window set right in front of my eyes, I could’ve gone insane as being trapped in here triggered all kinds of fears of being buried alive. At least out the tiny window I could see a high roof like those of a large warehouse.
A tube fed through my mouth to nourish me while another tube acted as a catheter for my urine. The sludge that came through the tube didn’t seem to turn into solid waste, being consumed by my body in its entirety. Even so, I was paranoid about something leaking out my ass.
While being immobilized, I felt sexually frustrated but couldn’t relieve myself as my wrists were pinned and a “cup” pressed down on my crotch. All I could do was wait, and it was to be a long wait.
I had been dozing, living in my own internal world that was becoming increasingly paranoid, when I heard the latches being released; the lid was lifted and I gazed up at some orderlies decked out in hazmat suits, masks hiding their faces. The tremendous elation at the prospect of finally being free outweighed the embarrassment I felt at being naked. I pulled at the restraints that pinned my wrists and ankles—I felt a tremendous shock surge through me!
“Do not struggle, or we’ll give you another shock.” I didn’t have to be asked twice and kept rigidly still; I must’ve resembled a corpse in an open casket as if this were my own wake.
I felt more dehumanized when they lifted the cup off my genitals and had a look. I felt the catheter being slid off and my penis flop freely.
Then they left me, left me panting while still laying in the sarcophagus feeling the air-conditioned air against my exposed body, but I knew this ordeal was coming to an end—I just had to wait. And wait I did, I waited beyond the point that I thought they had forgotten about me.
What a relief it was when they returned. One of them leaned over me; I gazed up at the eyes looking down at me and the realization it was a woman made me feel very awkward—how embarrassing, I thought. Her mask and hazmat suit left only her eyes for me to read. Disquietingly, she eyed me coolly as if I were on an operating table. When she spoke her voice had an authority to it. “Will you behave if we release you?”
I tried to speak but found myself unable to utter a coherent word so contented myself with a ah-ha and a nod. “Good,” she cooed before gesturing at the others standing around the sarcophagus decked out from head to toe in white.
Remembering the shock, I remained still when the straps were released. Two of the stronger orderlies helped me sit up; I was so stiff. I had a moment to look about and saw I was in a large warehouse and all around me were row upon row of sarcophagi, all sitting quietly with their little slit windows pointing up; it was a horrifying sight to behold—each one of those had or did have another naked and immobilized human-being encased inside.