The Chastised Slave of New Mecca
Copyright© 2026 by Vanquished One
Chapter 3
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - 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 Slavery BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Science Fiction BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Sadistic Torture Harem Interracial White Male Oriental Female Anal Sex Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Pegging Sex Toys Water Sports Size
The leash, clipped to my penile ring, tugged at my penis to get me to follow the orderly. The hazmat-clad orderly glanced back at me. “It’s your lucky day—the boss lady wants to see ya.”
My penis was still reeling from all the electric shocks it took the last time I had a meeting with her. I whined at the prospect while doing my best to keep up with the tugs on my tormented penis.
I was pushed into her office and the orderly closed the door behind me. The room was dimly lit, but my eyes were immediately drawn to an alluring sight because standing there was the hazmat-lady but without the hazmat suit; instead she donned sexy lingerie—I was flabbergasted.
She looked down at herself. “Not to worry, you have passed quarantine; this is a lot more comfortable for me—” My heart started to race when she circled her desk and strode up to me—”And more sexy for you, 3-1-3.” I could now appreciate what a stunning Arabian beauty she was with lovely curves and a nice pair of tits.
My swelling penis pushed up against the unyielding walls of my chastity device sheathing my penis. “Good, I see that cage is doing its job,” she gloated before gesturing at the corner of her office, “Go stand there, 3-1-3,” she commanded.
I found myself obeying without hesitation or seemingly any will of my own. I noticed there were a system of pulleys from which a chain dangled ominously. She took the shackles and clapped my wrists in them; I didn’t resist yet whined a little anticipating that this wasn’t going to be a pleasure visit.
The winch clicked as she spun it, lifting my arms above my head and body into a stretch along its entire length. I whined again getting a grin out of her.
She sat back in her padded office chair to regard me suspended by the wrists. I had regained some fat since being pulled out of stasis and now had a slightly rounded belly and my characteristically large nipples sat on chest bumps; my modest penis dangled from a plump crotch wedge. I presented as a vulgar sight but she seemed to delight at how pathetic I looked.
First she complimented my nipples. “You’ve got a nice pair of nips for a man; do you like having them ... stimulated?” I spoke honestly and concurred that I do very much like having them stimulated, hoping she would, only to have those hopes dashed when she began fiddling with a pair of nipple clamps.
She lowered her gaze to my crotch. “But that thing between your legs is very inadequate—you know that right?” I agreed that my penis was inadequately sized for the purpose of properly satisfying a woman. “Is it a source of embarrassment for you, small-penis-man?” I agreed and now felt exceedingly self-conscious. “Well, I must let you know that, unfortunately, I only rate you a three out of ten, and I only have sex with inmates who are seven or higher.”
As much as one could while tightly suspended, I recoiled when she got up and approached me. I winced when she gripped my nipple and closed the jaws of the first clamp. I ah-ed from the onset of pain. She attached the second clamp and they hung from my nipples. “There, there, sore isn’t it, Mr Tiny,” she pouted, feigning sympathy. “If it’s any consolation, I rate your nips a ten out of ten.”
I almost felt like begging but knew it would be futile when she attached wires to my penile ring and chastity sheath. “There, there, you are being very well behaved, 3-1-3.”
She slumped back in her office chair, her round breasts floating on her chest. She regarded me some more as I sweltered and whimpered softly. “I’ll tell you what, Mr Tiny—you can fuck me after all—” I became hopeful but had learned to be weary, especially, given how devilishly she laughed at me. And sure enough she dragged out a bulky fuck-machine.
I gazed down at her heaving breasts when she reached above me and attached something to the chain. I gripped it in my hand as she instructed and realized it was a push-button.
My penis felt exceedingly tight in the chastity sheath as she lay on the floor before me and lowered her vagina onto the dildo of the fuck-machine. It pried her pussy apart as it slid in—my contained penis pulsated.
She gazed up at me. “Try pressing the button—” an electric shock struck my penis when I pushed the button, but I heard the whirl of the fuck-machine as the dildo pounded her pussy but slowed to a gentle rhythm after I released the button. “See, you are fucking me,” she said with a sigh. She writhed before me and gazed up at me seductively. “C’mon, fuck me good—”
I pressed the button, attempting to hold it down as long as I could and enduring a series of electric shocks while the machine pounded her pussy—she bulged her eyes and groaned, struggling to stay on the dildo herself. The pain became too much and I released the button, leaving us both panting but for opposite reasons. “Very good,” she congratulated, “but don’t stop fucking me...” she groaned.
I braced myself and held the button down, attempting to endure as many shocks as I could. As I grit my teeth from the pain, I fixed my eyes on her writhing and squirming body and the dildo thrashing her pussy. I wanted to keep it pounding her for as long as I could. I finally relented and released the button, drooping my head, sweating and panting.
“It’s okay baby, take a little rest,” she said as the thrusts of the dildo slowed to a gentle in and out.
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