The Slave Auction Meme

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❧ Leave a comment with the character's name, fandom, and whether your character will be playing the part of 'slave' or 'master', plus preferences for scenarios if you have any or set up the scene yourself in the comment.
❧ Respond to others with one of the scenarios below or feel free to make up your own.
❧ Please remember to be respectful of others while you play

Warning:  Be aware that this meme deals with dark subjects like slavery and may also contain non-consensual/dubiously consensual sex, violence, and kink.

SLAVES

1.  The Newbie - This is your very first auction and you don't quite know what to expect.  Hopefully you remember your training and don't disgrace yourself in front of your new master.  Hopefully someone thinks you're worth buying at all.

2.  The Oldtimer - You've been bought and sold and bought again so many times.  You've seen it all before and don't think this time is going to be much different.  In fact, the only real anxiety you've got is whether or not someone's going to pay for a more than slightly used slave.

3.  The Pet - You're a pleasure slave.  A bed warmer.  A decorative piece of artwork.  You're meant to look pretty and be pleasing and not much else.

4.  The Guard - Your master hired you because of your ability to swing a sword or shoot a gun, not your looks.

5.  The Escape Artist - Somehow you always manage to squirm out of your master's chains.  Too bad you seem to get caught after a while.  Maybe your next daring escape will be permanent.  Then again, maybe your next master has special ways of keeping you locked up.

6.  The Undercover - You aren't a slave at all, you're just pretending to be one.  Why?  Well that's up to you.  Either way, your cover is blown if you don't act the part.

7.  The Specialist - You have a skill that no one else has.  Something rare and valuable.  Something your master needs more than anything else.

MASTERS

1.  The Customer - You've owned slaves before and this trip to the market is nothing new to you.  Still, you're hoping to find something worth your while.

2.  The Gift - Someone bought a pet for you, isn't that nice of them?  Or maybe it isn't so nice.  Did you even want a slave in the first place?  Well you're stuck with one now.

3.  The Giver - You're selecting a slave for someone else, and they need to be perfect.  Perhaps you'd better test them out first to make sure you're getting your money's worth.

4.  The Trainer - You specialize in taming unruly slaves and making them over into perfect, obedient, well-trained pets.

5.  The Rebel - You hate the idea of slavery, but the system isn't going to go away any time soon, so the next best thing is to buy up any slave you can get your hands on and free them, right?

6.  The Companion - You want someone to be with you always, someone you can talk to and depend on, someone who will never leave your side.  It's a good thing that money can buy that these days.

7.  The Undercover - You're not actually a Master.  You're at the auction for an entirely different reason.  Maybe it's special policework, maybe you're trying to hunt down a certain someone.  Either way, your cover is blown unless you act the part.

As always, feel free to use a combination of scenarios or make up your own if you have other ideas.
 

Comments

[tabitha_michaels]

Tabby growled as much at his words as the stinging pinch of her nipple.

"Fuck you..." The words were cut off by the tight clench of a collar around her throat, the memory of what it could do all too easy to recall.

Strong, strange hands took her down from the rack, securing her hands tightly behind her as her dainty feet were fitted into boots she could barely stand up in.

"No..."

[sonofabass]

Chuck smirked, watching. "Welcome to the rest of your life, Tabby. Whether you enjoy it or not is up to you. As is whether you get to see anything again, and whether your arms are ever let out of their current position." His caress from her neck down to her groin might, under other circumstances, be tender. But as it was it was invasive as much as anything. "Keep the attitude up and I'll add a spider-gag."

Master: 7

[ramble_on]

[Well way to go, Sammy. Being auctioned off as the one-time vessel for Lucifer and subsequent reason that the apocalypse never happened. There are a whole lot of demons (and maybe even some angels) who want your ass, but don't you worry — your darling big brother is here to save the day.

Or at least to try, because let's face it: there's no way he afford you without selling Baby, and that isn't happening. Or, at least, he'd like very much for that not to happen, but if he really, truly has no other options...

Dean shoves his way through the crowd, sees Sam bound and pushed forward, and the bids are announced.

What a shitty situation.]

One hundred.

[Everyone goes quiet and stares, and then they laugh. Because apparently, American money isn't good for the Supernatural economy.

Fuck.

He shoots a glance in Sam's direction.

The bids continue to come in. Rare objects, enchanted weapons, and some currency he's never heard of before.

Dean waits. Thinks. And the bids start to slow.]

Dean Winchester | Supernatural | OTA

[ramble_on]

Loki | MCU | OTA

[jotunblooded]

((ooc: Slaver or slaveowner! He won't be cruel. He just needs agents and people to do stuff and run interference for him. But I would love to do a thread with him as a slave and getting his pride cut down a few pegs.))

[markedbeloved]

(Would you like Duo to be the master or the slave? Soubi is very sub, but i can work with being the master if you want.)

Justin Taylor | Queer As Folk | either

[sunshiniest]

1/6 for John and whatever you like for Sherlock? :)

[you_dont_work_alone]

[John had never bought a slave before. They weren't cheap and he was always short on money with nothing but his army pension to rely on. He'd gotten some work recently at a clinic though, and now that his life is improving, it seemed a time to splurge a little.

He went to the auction and found his money still didn't go a long way. He considered going home and saving up for a few more months. The only types of slaves his coin would buy would be considered 'damaged' in some way, though they never said how the product was damaged. Just that they were discounted for a reason.

When he saw Sherlock, though, damaged or not, John decided he must have him. He was just too pretty to pass up. Consider him sold. John would pay for him and collect him.]

John Watson || BBC Sherlock

[you_dont_work_alone]

[Slave #2-4 or a mix of the set!]

[jotunblooded]

((ooc: Sounds good!))

[Loki had known it was inevitable that someone would take an interest in him. His magic would make him useful, and there was always an attraction to some in owning a deposed prince.

He had started to wish someone would come along and buy him. At least they might be easier to escape from, whoever they were. As it was, the slave collar was keeping him powerless, and that was driving him mad with frustration.

So when they brought Nabooru to his cell, he let himself hope for the first time in a while. At least, this might be a new opportunity.]

Well, well. Has someone finally payed a price for me?

[He would try to be polite, for now, if only because the collar had some unpleasant effects on anyone who made too much of a fuss.]

2/3 with a bit of 7 and 5 thrown in

[desecrated]

[For once he's cheap. Last escape attempt had gone horribly wrong. It's not that he really wanted to run away, he tells himself, he's just bored.

He'd been well punished for that, of course, including his defiant words for his idiot of a master that thought his mouth served better when it was either filled or closed. He's cuffed for limping, thankfully his clothes - thin and ragged - are dark and don't show the injuries.

He's collared again, customary to be re-collared with the thick black leather, but John will be told he can pick what he likes for his slave to wear, and he's pulled to stand under a tent, briefly grateful for the shade in the heat, to be picked up. Cash on delivery, no refund. His Master can sell him at the next auction.

He wonders how long that will take. He's 'pretty' by their standards, smooth features, cupid's bow lips, face unmarred, other than a bruise on his cheek. He looks younger than he should, and he figures that's why he was purchased, after all. Every Master wants something. The clothing sticks to his skin, uncomfortably, but he stays rather still, staring ahead, as though he didn't really care who owned him or why.

He'd not really gotten a good look at his Master yet, though he supposes the man doesn't have much money. Either the stingy or the poor want him.]

[jotunblooded]

[There was a thriving market in humans among a certain kind of supernatural beings. Some needed the organs, some wanted the company - willing or not - and some just liked having servants.

Dean had found himself as one of the unfortunates caught and put on the auction block, and Sam hadn't been able to save him in time. There had been quite a fight over who would finally claim ownership of the infamous hunter. Loki, by virtue of a combination of magic, notoriety, money, and outright killing a few of the other auctioneers, had finally won.]

The famous Dean Winchester. I suppose I should count myself lucky to have snatched you up before the angels did.

[you_dont_work_alone]

[The idea that his master isn't rich really is proven when a cab pulls up instead of a car. A man gets out and uses a cane to walk as he heads toward the tent. He has a numbered receipt, but he doesn't need it.

He knows which one is his, and he can't take his eyes off the one that belongs to him. Sherlock is tugged roughly forward by his collar to meet the man who will be his master. John stared at Sherlock with deep cobalt blue eyes.]

Easy...

[He says to the man who hands over the chain. No need to get rough with the poor thing.]

[desecrated]

[The slave keeps his gaze lowered, not quite with his head bent, but on his Master's knees. He's used to being yanked about, the trick was to try and go with it, rather than fight it.]

You've bought trouble. [The worker speaks in a warning tone.] Probably should keep him bound at night, or he's likely to escape.

[Bound to Master's bed, the slave thinks, defiantly. The worker hands over the small packet, with him - files, more or less even though the slave can remember what it says with implicit detail.]

Cab? [The worker points, still tugging on the lead. The slave doesn't choke, but - this pulling is starting to aggravate a few of his injuries.]

[you_dont_work_alone]

Yes, try to be careful with him.

[John doesn't like the pulling much either, from the sound of it. He accepts the file.]

Thanks for the advice.

[But he probably won't take it. Once Sherlock is in the cab, John sits across from him and tells the man to drive them to Baker Street. He sets his cane next to his bad leg and opens the file to have a look.]

So you're.. Sherlock? That's an unusual name. [He smiles.] I'm John.

[ramble_on]

[They had the sense to bind him in something from which Dean cannot escape. In fact, the more he struggles, the tighter the length of rope around his wrists pulls, and the worse off he is. So he has long stopped struggling by the time he is purchased. When the bidding is closed, he takes a last look at Sam's face, and then they shove him away.

Sam will find something. He always pulls through.

But until then, Dean seems to be royally screwed. He tries, just for the sake of being stubborn, to put up some resistance, but apparently supernatural auctions involve some kind of magic that binds him to his new owner.

The equivalent of a legally binding contact. Great.

Dean may not be too keen on being some douchbag's slave, but he has to admit, he is kind of happy that he's not bound to some angel. Of course, what exactly this guy is remains to be seen, but it's clear that he is pretty powerful.]

I don't know if I'd call it lucky.

[He tilts his head.]

More like...forceful...demanding...and spoiled. Definitely spoiled.

[Dude pitched a fit and killed some of his best competitors. Tell him those aren't the actions of someone used to getting his way.

He smiles.

Running his mouth is likely to get him in a worse situation than he already is, but Dean can't just prostrate himself for some creature. He just doesn't work that way.]

Soubi | Loveless | OTA

[markedbeloved]

(Soubi is very much a slave. 3 or 7 only though.)

[dontmindmepleasecontinue]

[ooc: Thoughts? Haruki as master and Koizumi as slave would certainly fit fairly well into the usual dynamic, though we could shake things up if you like.]

[desecrated]

[The slave offers a flicker of a smile, clearly been through these paces before. Not meeting Master's eyes, completely, though chin up, when spoken to. He'd expected to sit on the floor, but Master seemed to indicate otherwise. The cab driver is... ambivalent but listening a bit too closely.]

Master. [He doesn't comment unless asked to, but even then, they never want to hear it. And what's a name? Master can call him whatever name he wants. Or not let him use his name at all.

His file is a bit thick for his age, clearly been sold and sold again, this was his thirteenth auction, and he can't be older than thirty, at least - by the file's standards, things are estimated. Disobedient, rude, trained as a bed slave, bad for hard labour, but not completely useless, sharp-witted, sharp-tongued, and defiant. Of course. That's a loose term. What he's doing now has been considered defiant by some.

The "recommendation" is to give him an assignment and make him stick to it, no matter how 'bored' he may seem of it. Factory work, rental, that sort of thing. Bring him to parties and make him service the guests, et cetera. He knows what it says. It's not like he has the choice to care. Still, he looks a bit tired, as though he hasn't slept, and from his own limping he's injured too, though it's not catalogued. Cheap didn't usually get cataloguing unless the new Master did it.]

No. 2 with Dean as Master?

[impala_is_my_baby]

Sam was a dead man. Dead, dead, dead. Dean had never wanted a slave--he had no use for a slave.

And Sam had picked one that was...well, kind of worn around the edges. Not to mention strung on some kind of drugs. Which was just what Dean needed.

He folded his arms over his chest, glaring at the 'gift'.

"You didn't happen to come with a receipt, did you?"

[duo_maxwell]

(I'd prefer for Duo to be the slave.)

[you_dont_work_alone]

[John studied the file carefully. According to this, Sherlock would be a handful, but he didn't see that right now. The man was so docile. He even called John master.]

John, if you wouldn't mind. Call me John.

[His eyes noted the injuries and how tired Sherlock appeared.]

I was going to take you out later for some new clothes, but I think you could do with some rest. I'll treat those injuries back at the flat.

Seras Victoria | Hellsing

[notremignonette]

[Slave please]

[desecrated]

[A blink, registering the familiarity, then dismissal. It's a trick, obviously. He stares pointedly out the window, but not really seeing the scenery. Avoiding, really.]

That won't be necessary. [There's a pointed pause.] John.

[ Feisty aren't you? Like it don't you? Gagging for more, is that it? The taunting voice resembles one of his old masters, not that he'd bothered to analyze it.
N-new clothes? He continues to stare pointedly at the city. He's not really going anywhere, a Master doesn't take their slave out for new garments. They just give them the old things they're not going to wear anymore. Especially a Master clearly this poor. He glances at his Master out of the corner of his eye. Military, obvious. A doctor - injuries. Cane - wounded in action. He registers things he can use, casting aside things he thinks irrelevant. When 'lonely' crosses his mind, there's a light frown, mostly because he's thinking to himself, though not speaking of it out loud.]

[you_dont_work_alone]

You're mine now. I'll spoil you if I want to.

[He smiles a little, hoping it at least seemed like a joke. John probably doesn't buy new clothes for himself much, but he intends to get something for Sherlock other than those rags. Sherlock would never fit into his clothes anyway.

The cab pulls up and he pays the man, then gets out to lead Sherlock into the flat, making sure to keep the chain loose so it doesn't jerk the man's neck.]

Here we are. Welcome home. [The place is nice. Neat. Tidy. There's a certain warmth to it.]

Have a seat in the kitchen.