The Chastised Slave of New Mecca 2
Copyright© 2026 by Vanquished One
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Jailed in the slave barracks adjacent to the slave market I along with my batch of freshly enslaved men are put through our paces by Arabian female guards and their Black male lackeys. I get a reprieve from the heavy labor when the sadistic Commandant took it upon himself to teach me what was expected sexually of slaves in New Mecca, a cyber-city in the heart of the Arabian desert. He proved that I was the slave most willing to embrace homosexuality if it meant doing less work.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Consensual NonConsensual Rape Slavery BiSexual Fiction BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Sadistic Torture Interracial Black Male White Male Oriental Male Oriental Female Anal Sex Masturbation Oral Sex Spitting
A sexy Arabian woman, made even more sexy by her uniform, strode out to the truck with the latest batch of human cargo.
Her shapely feminine figure was accentuated by a tight skirt and shirt with enough of the buttons undone to reveal an ample slice of her cleavage, further accentuated by a push-up bra. Her black outlined eyes were shaded by a legionnaire’s cap as she reached for the handle with her gracile hand with glossy painted nails—
The truck had lurched to a stop, forcing me into the slave in front as the slave behind me squished up against me. We were so drenched in sweat that I would’ve slid through the mass of bodies if it weren’t for my wrists being handcuffed to the rail above my head.
The doors opened and a rush of hot air streamed in. It came as a shock to realize that it was still hotter outside than inside this vehicle crammed full of naked bodies.
“File out in an orderly fashion,” came the call. I felt the easing of pressure as one slave after the other was released from his handcuffs and allowed to exit. I slid along the rail and it finally came my turn. I stood there completely naked with my arms suspended above my head.
It came as a pleasant surprise that the guards patrolling outside the vehicle were all female and Arabian. It seemed unexpected that women would be allowed to guard us in such numbers. Later, I would learn that the Sultan had rather progressive views on the role of women. Women seemed to make natural guards; it even seemed to fit their caregiver instincts in a perverse way. For now, I didn’t question it.
The pretty guard regarded me for a moment; I wasn’t as pretty, looking like the complete loser that I was. She took in my padded belly and chest and my plump crotch. She pointed my genitals out to her fellow guard.
“How is it that his balls are so big compared to his small dick?” they laughed.
They laughed and complemented me on my nipples which had dilated to ridiculous proportions in the Arabian heat.
“Your nips are almost as big as mine, slave.”
All I could do was sigh at this delay. Finally, the guard released my wrists from the handcuffs and stepped up to me. She was shorter than me yet I cowered before her. She looked me in the eyes and brought the tip of her baton to my lips. She then proceeded to slide it back and forth between my lips, coating it with my saliva. She grinned as I sucked and salivated, feeling intensely humiliated—it was obvious what was being simulated.
I started when she gripped my nipple and pulled me into her. In her husky Arabian accent she whispered in my ear, “I like the body of my man to be on the soft side—” I flared my eyes and the skin down my back crawled, all while having my lips latched onto her baton.
She slid it out and told me to get, so I scurried past the guards hoping I wouldn’t get a lick from the cane that one of them was brandishing—the fat of my ass rippled when the cane struck me. I gave off a yelp and hurried over to join the line where I nursed my sore ass.
A couple guards, looking hot in their uniforms and carrying stun guns, couldn’t help laughing among themselves at the huddled mass of naked men. Their presence didn’t make it easier for me to contain my erection as I had developed a perverse liking for pain and humiliation, especially before women.
In addition, the naked men, many of whom actually looked boyish, excited my latent bisexuality. Being naked among other naked men aroused me, and I had to focus to contain my erection, but it was futile and the female guards noticed my penis sticking out even as I did my best to hide it with my hands.
Looking around, I wasn’t the only one as I saw other cocks in various states of arousal—the sensuality of being a slave was undeniable. Being constantly in the nude and in close contact with other naked people could make a lot of people horny. I wondered if I should be so ashamed and just let it happen—modesty still triumphed and I tried to restrain it.
After I felt I had myself under control, I looked at the female guards—they all looked hot with black hair tied up and back, covered with military hats like those worn by the French Foreign Legion. Their tight shirts hugged their tits and their skirts hugged their asses.
Standing naked in front of such hotties put me into a bout of sexual arousal—it was too much and I found myself attempting to hide my erection by brushing up to another slave. It didn’t work as the hot guards laughed and pointed at me.
The line went briskly and I found myself standing in front of a female guard who took a look at my penis. She donned latex gloves and tugged it and examined the state of my piercing. As she did my penis throbbed and hardened even more. It felt as if it was going to burst when she slapped it and tutted me.