Name: Awn
Relation: Dorian's Son
Mother: Floria
Excerpts from the journal of Cag Vullo
The first time I saw the name Awn was shortly after our planet legalized slavery. I was signing the paperwork that made my wife and I into legal slaves. Though we had absolutely no idea who's property we would become, the choice was an easy one. We could either continue to work ourselves to death while barely managing to get by, or serve a rich master that would provide for us in exchange for labor. We were young, too naive to predict the cruel treatment we'd be subjected to.
We were brought to our new master's house, which could be more accurately described as a castle. I held Bianca's hand as we were marched up the steps to our new life.
Inside the mansion was like stepping into another world. Like the majority of our planet, we had never seen anything close to the decadence of Awn's manor.
We were escorted by our new master's guards, all female, and all wearing tight bodysuits. They took us to the slaves quarters, of which we'd be the only occupants. There, we were stripped completely naked and locked in collars that barred Awn's symbol. Bianca was clearly very embarrassed, so I tried to put on a brave face.
They then marched us through the mansion towards a destination that was unknown to us. We reached the grand staircase, with a large painting of a man at the top. As we passed it, I read the inscription: Dorian, Beloved Father.
We reached the end of the upstairs hall, which ended in two massive double doors. The guards pushed it open, revealing what I quickly discerned to be the main bedroom. There, waiting for us, was our new master. He was quite muscular and had black hair, with facial features that clearly marked him as the son of the man in the portrait. He looked to be in his mid thirties, a full decade older than us.
There we stood, afraid to move as he examined our naked bodies with his intimidating gaze. I was nearly a head shorter than him, lacking his powerful build. He eyed every inch of Bianca's front, enjoying her perky breasts, her flat stomach, her childbearing hips, strong thighs, and hairless pussy. I had to force myself to stand there as he eyed my young wife. He commanded her to turn around, and seemed very pleased at her firm ass.
The embarrassing inspection was far from the worst thing he did on that first day, as next he commanded the guards to shackle my hands behind my back, with a chain connecting the cuffs to a steel ring on the wall, preventing me from moving closer to him. He then brought Bianca forth, forcing her to kneel. I watched in horror as he unfastened his pants, allowing his large cock to be freed. It hung in front of her, easily double the size of mine.
He commanded her to suck, and she looked back at me in fear before he forced her to face his crotch again. I yelled for her to stop, but she opened her mouth and accepted it reluctantly.
I watched as he used my wife's mouth, forcing her to suck his superior dick. I begged him to stop, but it only seemed to egg him on. He finished in her mouth, and I watched as she spit our new master's cum onto the floor, coughing.
Devastated, I was unchained and returned to the slaves quarters with Bianca. The guards locked my tiny dick in a chastity cage, as was Awn's orders. We spent the night there, holding each other for comfort as I tried everything I could to block out what had happened.
