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the captivity meme

THE CAPTIVITY MEME

You've been captured -- or maybe you've been held captive for a while now. Whatever the case, you've lost your freedom, and there's a specific person responsible for that. You might be a prisoner, a mental patient, a kidnap victim, or someone's pet. Maybe you're there willingly, or maybe the choice has been taken away from you completely.

Both smut and non-smut scenarios are possible. If you don't want to play smut, please indicate so in the title line of your tag.

1. Leave a tag with your character. Be sure to include any limits on what you are willing to play, as this meme has the potential to be triggering.

2. Someone else tags in and uses RNG to generate a number between 1 and 9. The second character is holding the first character captive now.

3. ???

4. Profit!

Scenarios

1. For their own good. Does this person really think they could make it on their own? It's a big, scary world out there, and you need to protect them from it, whether they like it or not.

2. For the good of society. Forget protecting this person -- it's your duty to protect the world from them! Maybe they committed a terrible crime, or maybe they were falsely condemned, but it's your job to keep them locked up where they can't do any more harm.

3. Because they're not well. How's your bedside manner? Whether you're Florence Nightingale or Mildred Ratched, you're in the position of ministering to the mentally ill. Maybe this person genuinely needs your help, or maybe you're just turning a blind eye to their true sanity.

4. For the money. Higher aims? What higher aims? This person is your meal ticket, and they're staying put until their loved ones pay up.

5. For their love. It might be a case of yandere, or it might be a consenting BDSM relationship. Whether it's by mutual agreement or by force, you're keeping them simply because you love them.

6. Because they're cute and fluffy. Who's a cutesy wutesy? They are! Yes, they are! This person is your pet now. Maybe they're a different species from you, or maybe you just don't care that you're both people. Maybe you're even an alien zookeeper looking after a new acquisition.

7. Because they're your property. Slave? Livestock? Who cares what they think - they're your property, and you decide their fate.

8. For the lulz. Hey, what's a little bondage between friends? You'll let them go, once you're done laughing and snapping photos... maybe.

9. Choose a scenario, or combine several.

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[ Jaibriol Raziquon was used to being served. He was no emperor, although he had been named for one, but he still owned thousands of slaves in the empire he'd come from.

This, regrettably, wasn't that. Being asked to do represent the Eubian Concord in any sort of business arrangement was as galling as it had been empowering, but at least the people he was doing the business with weren't unreasonable. They'd offered to see to his...needs, and while the man they'd sent wasn't up to current Eubian standards of bodysculpting there was something to be said for the truly unmodified. They wore their inferiority on their faces.

For now Jaibriol lounged on the bed, his temporary pet's head resting in his lap. The man's hands and ankles were bound, perhaps not firmly enough to keep someone who was truly determined, but this was what he was made for. This was what all slaves were made for. ]

Tell me, Nickel, do you fancy yourself unhappy to be given away like this?

[ Jaibriol stroked his hand through his hair, feeling the texture of it. His voice now is philosophical, meandering, care taken as much because he's speaking English as because he's playing. He hasn't given Lindsey a chance to answer yet. ]

Creatures like you don't truly have will. It's all instinct.

[ This, the posturing, the the expressions of dominance and subjugation, it wasn't anything Lindsey never experienced before. What grated on his nerves, well, one of the many things that grated on it, was that he wasn't even responsible for following this man's case. They had merely called him in for his other duties and gave him out to this man without question.

For the first time, Lindsey really felt like a whore.

Still, though his head remained on the man's lap in obedient subservience, he was gritting his teeth silently.

As soon as he saw a gap in the speech, the lawyer took it, injecting it with his own words and making sure that the other man heard him.]

My name is Lindsey, sir. And I assure you, I have a will.

[ Jaibriol's perfect teeth glinted in a smile. He certainly didn't feel like his authority was challenged by having a slave assert what he likely thought of as his will. Such a sad life Nickel must lead out here, neglected from serving his true purpose. It was clear to Jaibriol that most of Earth had no idea how to treat a provider. They were simple creatures, and they required simple commands. Simple indications of what the situation was. ]

Your name is mine to play with, Nickel, just as your body is.

[ Jaibriol removed his hand from Nickel's hair to pick up a knife, which he unsheathed in a single smooth motion. He pressed the blade of it against one of Nickel's arms, just above the elbow. ]

I'll modify both if I wish.

[ Since it was true that Lindsey was Jaibriol's for the night, it was also true that the man could call him whatever he wanted. Lindsey let that slide with no more comments, although when the knife came out to press upon his skin, he couldn't hold silent any longer. ]

Modify...?

[ He hoped his voice didn't sound as weak as his body suddenly did. He will heal. The firm would not let him come to permanent damage, it was all part of the contract that guaranteed his safety while binding him for the night... But that didn't mean he wasn't scared. ]

What do you mean modify my body? ...Sir.

[ Jaibriol thought that Nickel's lipservice to obedience, to subservience, was amusing at the best. Nickel was Jaibriol's because -- no matter how temporary the contract -- Jaibriol owned him, not because of what Nickel would say. On Eube or any of the worlds in her empire, providers would have been bred for the job, genes selected to increase their desire to please and the moldability of their minds. And then once born they would know no role other than the one the Aristo's desired them for: to please.

Nickel had none of that background, and yet he still recognized Jaibriol as his superior, without yet accepting that superiority had no bounds. If Jaibriol was better -- and he was -- then he was better in all aspects and had by his very existence earned Nickel's obedience to him. And obedience meant no questions.

Jaibriol offered no explanation, his free hand raising to let his thumb and forefinger wrap around Nickel's throat while his knife sliced against the skin, just enough to make him bleed for a while, to create a wound that wouldn't immediately heal. This wasn't punishment for speaking up, it simply was. The combined actions pleased him in a manner entirely separate from how Nickel's question had displeased him, they both simply were. Jaibriol released Nickel's neck after a moment, tapping the blade horizontally to test the wound. ]

[ Lindsey felt the hand close around his throat and he got the message, Jaibriol didn't want him to speak. So, he flinched when the nick was made and a thin rivulet of blood trickled along the inside of his arm to drip to the floor below, but Lindsey managed to keep from making a sound.

Yet something about Jaibriol's way of silence unsettled him. As a lawyer, Lindsey relied on his words as his weapon, his shield, a way to read and twist people. This silence robbed him of all that, leaving him without even the comfort of words.

He bit his lip when the blade tapped along the open wound to keep from reacting to the sting of it. The lawyer seriously hope that that will be all the knives for tonight. He was not fond of cutting at all, least the ones who thought his body made a good testing block, canvas, whatever twisted terms demons may come up with, for knives and painting with blood.

Just the thought that he may be stuck for a night with one such person made him shudder physically with dread. ]

((OOC: In case it wasn't clear, Lindsey will be healed after Jaibriol's done. He doesn't have accelerated healing during this. Though if Jaibriol requested such thing, he could have been enchanted for it to make it more enjoyable for their esteemed client/guest. ))

[ Jaibriol made a pleased murmur at Nickel's pain, letting it wash over him. It wasn't much yet, but it certainly was enough to give him a taste of what there was to come. He shifted the knife to hold it between two fingers as he picked up something else from the headboard. His voice is calm, neutral, talking to himself or any cameras from Nickel's employers that might be in the room as he was talking to Nickel. ]

Your people used to believe in rubbing salt in wounds as a method of cleaning out the wound.

[ They were Jaibriol's people too, in a way, but the Aristos had evolved well past them, had been created in a laboratory as much as anything else. There were thousands of years of diversionary evolution between Jaibriol and a human anyway, and Jaibriol rather thought that it showed. ]

Throughout history, in fact, there are examples of people linking suffering to being good for them. A coping mechanism for pain? Or a yearning for it, under it all?

[ This wasn't a conversation Jaibriol was having with someone of his own status. He wasn't playing only with his words, they actually meant something. Not as direct as an order, but he didn't have any orders for Nickel at the moment anyway. Which was why it shouldn't be a surprise when his fingers rub against the cut he'd made, smearing salt in the wound. ]

[ Of course, Lindsey didn't truly expected to get an answer, though he certainly hoped to get one. Some of the more talkative clients enjoyed explaining what they were doing to him when it wasn't obvious, and although it weighed heavier on his mind, as a lawyer, he liked knowing what to expect. That way, even if he couldn't stop it, he could brace himself.

He didn't have time to contemplate further on his unanswered question when certain keywords made themselves known to him, like 'salt' and 'wound'. ]

I can assure you, I do not y—

[ Whatever else Lindsey was going to say got cut off into a pained hiss as red hot pain suddenly exploded in his arm as if a thousand tiny crystal daggers were piercing his flesh at once. It was sharp and precise, carrying with it a numbing edge that became his only relief until the red receded enough for him to see colors again. ]

Only a masochist will yearn for that! [ Still breathing somewhat more deeply from the sudden onslaught, Lindsey's voice was low but hard. ]

Aah.

[ Jaibriol made no attempt to hide the pleasure that washed over him, equal in force and duration to Nickel's pain. He could feel the corners of his mouth lifting; no matter what their experience providers certainly were good at what they did. This was an adequate compensation for the arrangements he'd been expected to make with Nickel's employers, unpleasant as doing business on that level was. ]

Your suffering elevates us both.

[ Jaibriol wiped his hand on the sheet and trailed his hand over Nickel's bare chest., gently petting for now. There was some genuine affection in the touch along with the possessiveness -- whatever else Nickel was under his care for the night and Jaibriol didn't take his burdens of that kind as lightly as all that. ]

And the human body is remarkably adaptable. You can come to yearn for anything.

[ Lindsey glared, but it was a brief fleeting emotion. Knowing that he belonged to this man, and that his body was for whatever pleasures this one desired for the night made it harder for him to actually complain about anything. How could he when anything the Jaibriol did, as long as it was within the boundaries of the safety contract, was within his rights?

He hated the ones that slaked their lust on his body, but these twisted psychos who liked inflicting pain were the worst ones yet. ]

Of course it would. [ He remarked, voice dripping with sarcasm at what he implied was Jaibriol's sadistic perversion. His injured arm was held perfectly still as not to aggravate the stinging wound now that it finally stopped for the moment. ]

I'm so sorry to inform you that your calculations won't be working out. I really don't think I'll be yearning for this.

Indeed.

Your masters were rather specific that I'd only be getting you for one night. To try to train you in such a time would be to sacrifice the enjoyment I might get, without being able to appreciate the end result. I have no doubt as to your appreciation, but this is more for me than it is for you anyway.

[ Jaibriol shifted, setting Nickel's head gently down on the bed as he left it. He cleaned the knife on the sheet before walking down the bed. In contrast to Nickel's state of clothing, or lack thereof, Jaibriol wore synthetic pants and a shirt that gave off a shimmer like polished onyx and the texture of silk. They would also trap and release heat as his body required.

The material was all that separated his thighs from Nickel's body, as Jaibriol straddled him and leaned in to press his lips onto Nickel's. The knife for now was held simply, the blade of it occasionally brushing Nickel as Jaibriol petted him. ]

You fancy yourself a free man, I suppose, so does that mean that you would like a choice?

[ Lindsey would have pointed out that they were his employers, not masters, although with how they owned his body and soul by a contract he signed, he decided to not argue that point too specifically after all. No point in fighting a case that was a lost cause.

He shifted and his face pulled into a neutral expression when he found himself straddled down on the bed. Now this was something he was familiar with, this he knew what to expect. When kissed, he dutifully kissed back, opening his mouth and accepting, offering his tongue, as they kissed messily for as long as Jaibriol wanted. Every so often as the cold blade brushed past, he would cringe, the action reflecting into the kiss.

After Jaibriol pulled away, Lindsey looked up at him warily. Seeing how he would be doing what his partner wanted anyway, Lindsey doubt there really was one. But some choice was better than none. ]

Yes, I would like a choice, sir.

[ Jaibriol savored the kissing while it lasted almost as much as he savored Nickel's little movements, his clear discomfort with just the knife. He hadn't yet decided if he would abide by Nickel's choice or not, they both had advantages. But then, perhaps Nickel wouldn't even care. Some people didn't. It was only his body, after all, and Nickel seemed to have at least some understanding that it wasn't really his at all. ]

Then I suppose I'll let you have it.

[ It was somewhat interesting for Jaibriol, this interaction. Nickel was clearly complying with him, but there was a resentment underneath him that the vast majority of providers didn't have. That they wouldn't even think of harboring. So long as Nickel continued to cooperate to this manner, then Jaibriol would continue to hurt him for the sake of hurting him, rather than to punish. ]

Heat, then, or electricity?

[ To be honest, being hurt for the sake of being hurt wasn't much different from being punished, in Lindsey's eyes. The only one who might notice would be his partner who wouldn't gain anything out of punishment. Maybe. Lindsey really didn't know. For as long as the contract was still in effect, there was no difference.

But being forced to choose your own form of torture was seriously twisted, especially when neither choice sounding appealing. Lindsey pressed his lips together, knowing this choice was not so much a real decision as an illusion of one, or perhaps not even that and Jaibriol merely wanted to gauge his reaction for some twisted form of a mind game.

Hesitantly, he picked one. ] Electricity.

[ At least, depending on the voltage, he may not be hurt as badly. ]

[ Nickel only didn't see the difference because of the society he'd been raised in and the weakness that that society had infused in his body. He was a provider, he needed to be taken care of, and more the pity that he didn't even seem to understand what being taken care of should mean.

Yes, Jaibriol would hurt him -- and badly, although nothing beyond the capacity of either nanotech or whatever Nickel's masters were using to heal -- but when it was done Nickel will have served a purpose, been useful in a way that went beyond the shallow level he served as a lawyer. And when it was done Jaibriol would clean him up and make certain that he felt pleasure of some sort as well.

Jaibriol scraped the knife along Nickel's side as he leaned in to kiss him again, nibbling on the man's bottom lip for a moment as his red eyes studied Nickel's expression. So much like an animal, in so many ways. Then he rose, cleaning the knife before setting it aside. He moved the power unit to the headboard and studied Nickel's body for a moment before he determined the best placement of electrodes. He had no desire to induce a heart attack, but also wanted to cover enough areas of Nickel's body. One clip, a little like an alligator clip in design if different enough to ensure that current would only pass between the two sides, was attached to Nickel's left nipple. Then Jaibriol stuck gel electrodes on the inner thighs and balls. He didn't linger over the work. This by itself was far from erotic, even if it was necessary.

When it was done he patted Nickel on the cheek and stepped back the bed to take a seat in the chair. ]

Good choice. I'm fond of electricity myself.

[ Although, perhaps, for different reasons. Without dragging the moment out too much longer with his anticipation, Jaibriol started to play with the remote, setting in different patterns of electrical stimulation. He started on the upper end of what would be considered 'moderate' pain so he wasn't expecting to get a truly good response out of Nickel yet. ]

[ Lindsey was, in fact, scared. He didn't understand purposes or burdens or any of the things that clients often used his body for. He just knew that he survived another night, and usually would feel bad enough that he would for whatever reason, hate himself a little further and take half hour long showers to make himself feel marginally cleaner.

Still, he was mentally shaking as Jaibriol attached those instruments of torture to him as methodically as a doctor preparing a patient for an ECG. He bit his lip when the alligator clip came down on his nipple, its jagged teeth biting into sensitive flesh, and before he could stop himself, a soft whimper escaped.

He had never gotten electrocuted before. Unbidden, images of the capital punishment flashed across his mind's eye as he got hooked up to the wires of the headboard. It was to his credit that he only gritted his teeth when Jaibriol leaned down to give him a mocking kiss on the cheek. ]

I'm no—aahhh!!! [ The first jolt surprised him. It was like being shocked with a live snake sliding around wild in him as the current ran through him in a lightning flash strike. Lindsey's mouth opened in a gasp but he shut it again quickly.

It didn't matter if this was against his will. Under such strong stimulation with the end of the current running straight through his balls, he started to harden. ]

[ Jaibriol's eyes fluttered shut, pleasure surging through him. He only lingered a moment on it before red eyes again caressed Nickel's form. His thumb toyed with the remote control, ramping things up a little more before he let it pause, for a moment.

He had no doubt that Nickel was a simple creature, he likely wouldn't be able to concentrate on both the pain and the conversation at once. Besides, he might see that he got a reprieve when Jaibriol spoke. Despite the fact that what Jaibriol had said was true, he couldn't completely resist the urge to train the man. He was, after all, a slave by nature if not design or circumstance. ]

You're clearly yearning for something.

[ Jaibriol played with the dials a moment longer, before sending another bolt of electricity through him. This time Jaibriol kept his eyes open through it, studying his toy and longing to touch him again, to stroke his skin as his body tensed. Heat would have been preferable, in those ways, but there would still be plenty of time later. The electricity paused, for a moment, as Jaibriol gave Nickel the chance to catch his breath, or dread when it started again. Up to him. ]

I wonder what else it is that you yearn for. Although it seems as though you might not know yourself.

[ If he knew, Lindsey would be insulted at being called simple for the reason of not being able to converse while in pain. He most definitely can, but he had yet to see someone actually talk while getting electrocuted.

He did, however, quickly associate that conversation therefore meant the man was not going to shock him further. After two more pulses that shot through his chest to groin that got his cock shamefully half erect, Lindsey decided to ply on that tactic.

Panting slightly for breath, the lawyer looked up earnestly at the red eyed man and shook his head. ]

No, I... I don't know. [ He licked his dried lips and continued quickly, thinking of questions that could keep the other talking. ] I am unfamiliar with your people and your traditions. What could I be yearning for?

[ Jaibriol smiled. No, not being able to talk while being electrocuted wasn't why Nickel was simple, it was merely one of the symptoms. Jaibriol had never been electrocuted, so he wouldn't know, but he was an Aristo, automatically above the infliction of such pain. ]

Someone to care for you. Protect you.

Use you.

[ He lifted an eyebrow, his eyes resting on Nickel's cock. Jaibriol's own strained against his trousers, but that was certainly to be expected, even if they were still in the opening act of this. ]

[ Alright, they were talking and not pressing buttons to send miniature thunderstorms through areas of him that had no business of being exposed, much less electrical surged. So, keep talking, that was good.

Though Lindsey did frown slightly at Jaibriol's answer. ]

You don't even use my name, why would I yearn for someone who just calls me some random title out of the blue? [ Given, he hated his own name growing up. He was already poor but getting stuck with a girl's name throughout his schooling career was a private nightmare few people understood.

Thankfully, now that they weren't running electricity anymore for the time being, his cock flagged further. ]

Who gave you your name?

Your parents? Have they more hold over you right now than I do?

[ Best not to be too generous, lest Nickel found him weak, and even beyond that Jaibriol enjoyed hurting Nickel significant more than he enjoyed talking to him. So he pressed his thumb down, sending another couple of pulses of electricity through him. He idly wondered what the voltage would have to be before they ran the risk of electrical burns. He had an idea of the general region, but every body was different. ]

If they do they must be impressive individuals indeed.

[ Lindsey's face flushed red at the mention of his parents being brought up while he was bound naked and tortured, and compared to what Jaibriol's doing to him.

He opened his mouth to answer, but gasped loudly instead when another current of electricity ran through him. With the stimulation returning, he started to grow hard again.

Groaning, he twitched when at last the pulses stopped once more and he was given reprieve again. ]

One night... [ He reminded between panting breaths while his eyes strayed to where Jaibriol held the controls warily. Electricity might not cause lasting damages, but he wasn't sure he liked its effects any better. It wasn't pain like being burned was, but being paralyzed and shocked while his sensors go wild and overload was no more pleasant. ]

One night, yes, but the current one.

[ Jaibriol was beginning to find their current conversation a less optimal use of his time. His focus was flagging for it, and he had better things to do. He unbuttoned his shirt as he held the button down. He was unhurried in his motions, and the fact that he fumbled a couple times at some of the buttons didn't bother him. He highly doubted that Nickel would notice, and even if he did... He was so far beneath Jaibriol that it didn't even matter. ]

Your nights are so much longer here than they are on Glory. A night will be plenty long enough.

[ Jaibriol took advantage of the pause while he spoke in order to pull his shirt off, as well as to unbutton his trousers. He longed to get closer to him, to feel the pain even stronger. That was the thing electricity was bad for, but he will have done enough with it soon enough. ]

[ The repeated shocks in succession quickly exhausted Lindsey's desire for conversation as he simply struggled to breathe. Even for the short pause when Jaibriol spoke, his eyes were unfocused as his muscles twitched, still adjusting from the lack of electricity. Yet the moment his eyes started focusing, that he could try to move again, the button was clamped onto once more and Lindsey was flopping on the bed he was placed on.

He whimpered by the time it was over and at first attempted to curl in on himself. It wasn't even conscious thought, but an animal instinct from being treated to too much pain. It stopped eventually and he just laid there panting like he just ran a marathon.

His cock, however, was dripping, aching hard and straining erect over his stomach. ]

[ Jaibriol left the remote with the last of his clothing as he padded over to Nickel to turn off the power supply. The electrodes on Nickel's lower body were unceremoniously ripped off, but Jaibriol left the clip on his nipple on for now. His own desire was at a peak now, and he ignored Nickel's cock in favor of wrapping one hand around his own.

His other hand twisted the alligator clip as Jaibriol lay on top of Nickel. His teeth nibbled at Nickel's neck, more for the sake of idle amusement than the small amount of additional pain he expected it to cause. He was close to coming, now, Nickel's responses already sending pleasure through him that was better than an orgasm and yet pushing him towards one. ]

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