The Chastised Slave of New Mecca 2
Copyright© 2026 by Vanquished One
Chapter 5
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5 - 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
As I stood in the gibbet that closed against the wall, the female guards would reward me for allowing them to spit in my gaping mouth by unbuttoning the top of their shirts and letting me perv their cleavages—such was the give and take of this slave jail. I accumulated a good amount of their spit in my mouth, but way more debauchery was to come.
It was apparent that I had been separated from the other slaves as they were led back to their holding cells while I remained in the gibbet. I sweltered in the Arabian sun that at least warmed the bars. As the hours passed, I slumped sideways against the bars and rested my head as I dozed; the rigid shape of the gibbet kept me upright.
There I remained going in and out of consciousness as night descended and the lights of the skyscraper lit up. My sweat and urine dried and I could even smell how much I stank.
At first light I watched the guards lead out the other slaves to begin their usual work hauling stones and sandbags. I wished to no longer be singled out and be among them again, but it wasn’t to be when I saw the Commandant stride out in his uniform. He sat on a chair placed on a platform above the heads of the slaves working.
Some female guards in their newly pressed uniforms strode up to my cage. “Are you ready for some fun?” I whined knowing that their idea of “fun” always came at my expense.
I stumbled as the gibbet was swung open and could barely stand but it wouldn’t matter—
“Get on your hands and knees, infidel dog!—” I fell onto my hands and knees, fearing a beating when they brandished their batons. Like a dog I trailed them on my hands and knees as they led me back into the holding cell, which had been emptied of slaves but not of their stench.
In this position I was anticipating a beating but instead a line of lackeys filed in. I glanced up and gasped when I saw they were all naked. Embarrassed at seeing their Black cocks, I returned my gaze to the flagstone floor. I couldn’t help but notice that all of them had cocks larger than mine, which reinforced my feeling of inadequacy, especially in front of the gorgeous ladies. The obvious way they fawned over the Blacks made me feel even worse.
“The one with the biggest should go first,” announced the guard—I anticipated what was going to happen, so I whined and begged them not to rape me. The guards only laughed. “You made your choice yesterday, slave.” I suffered many humiliations, but being raped had to be one of the worst. I whined and sobbed but remained frozen on my hands and knees with my ass in the air.
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