The Chastised Slave of New Mecca 2
Copyright© 2026 by Vanquished One
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - 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
I had a moment to look at my surroundings. We had been filed into a rectangular parade ground. Around its four walls were rows of barred doors, which must be our jail cells. The building was newish yet it was built in an antiquated style. It contrasted against the modern skyscrapers that could be seen looming above the walls.
We had all been filed out onto the parade ground and made to stand bent over in a row with our asses presented for the female guards to inspect the ass of each slave. While bent over and flank by a naked male slave, I could see what the guards were doing when they finally reached me.
Between my legs I made out their feminine legs in their tight pantyhose. The leather of their heeled shoes shone. I felt a latex-gloved hand pry my ass cheeks apart exposing my puckering asshole—I started when a probe was inserted inside and held in place. It slowly expanded and I felt a stretch. It was some kind of device for measuring how tight your ass was. The ladies giggled at the reading that confirmed the tightness of my ass. I was given a congratulatory pat on my ass.
“That’s a good slave,” they said in their thick Arabian accents, “You haven’t been playing with your ass.”
Having my ass slapped and talked to like this made my penis press up against my cock-cage, which did its job restraining my erection.
“He seems too tight,” the ladies commented, “Perhaps we should loosen him up with our batons—” my penis throbbed—”Nah, lets just mention him to the Commandant and be done with it.” They giggled at my penis trapped in its little cage and proceeded to the next slave who had remained motionless the whole time.
Our line was filed into one of the cells with the door held open by a grinning lackey. When the cell was full of slaves such that there was not much more than standing room, the door was swung shut and the heavy-duty lock turned.
The female guards laughed at us; it amused them how tightly we were packed inside. They sauntered off arm in arm leaving us huddled together in the dimness of our cell and the Arabian heat; the cell had no windows thus the door was the only ventilation. It was mostly blocked off by the bodies pressed up against it.
We began jostling among ourselves attempting to find a spot to sit. We were so sweaty that we slid against one another. I had to draw my legs up close as there wasn’t room. It was miraculous that we could all manage to sit, although, our legs invariably tangled and crossed with those around us. The flagstone floor was hard and we had to place our welted asses on it. The discomfort meant we had to constantly shift our weight. We all sweat like crazy as our body heat added to the already oppressive heat.
I tugged at my cage which hardly budged despite how sweaty my balls were. I now had plenty of time to reflect on my situation. None of us spoke as we were all too demoralized. If someone did try to lift the mood, he found himself being ignored.
A lackey came to the bars and passed some slop buckets through a hatch. At first no one used them as we were all too embarrassed, but eventually, it couldn’t be put off and the first few took the buckets and shat in them. This encouraged more to follow; soon the cell smelt like a sewer; it was unpleasant to put up with and added to our discomfort.
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