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The Slave Auction Meme

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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.

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[He looks around a bit. It seems like a nice flat. Too nice, really. Warm and comfortable. Clean. It's just... too good, that's the thing. 'Home'? The man must be being ironic. It's 'Master's house' and 'where he belongs, but it's not home. He waits until the slack is given on his leash before sitting on the kitchen floor, legs tucked under him. He can't really be meant to be kept here. The kitchen might be a nice room for him, or - well. A place to sleep.

It's not like anyone but wealthy slaves got their own rooms. Well. Bed slaves slept in Master's bed. Or near it, at least.]

(Then how about Duo be a gift to Soubi?)

[John pauses.] Oh.. alright. [It's obvious he thought Sherlock was going to sit in the chair, but if he's more comfortable on the floor, John won't tell him otherwise. Not right now, anyway. Wouldn't want to make the man uncomfortable.]

I, um... [He goes to the fridge and starts pulling things out.]

I got Chinese food for dinner. I hope that's alright.

[Some chicken, beef, rice, eggrolls, he didn't know what Sherlock liked, so he just makes him a plate of everything and puts it in the microwave. In a minute it's heated up. A fork is set on the plate and a glass of water poured, then everything is offered to the slave.]

(Works for me~)

Duo had had a couple of masters before, but after having things 'stolen,' reported, and then placed right in their front halls more than once, each had sold him again. He'd even staged his own theft once, walking right past them while his master had been ranting about crime rates to an officer. Embarrassed the man a bit. Which was probably why the sellers had advised his newest buyer to keep him better locked up where he couldn't cause mischief. The warning had been waved away and he'd been led out of the auction house. But not brought to the buyer's house, not from the way he requested entrance instead of just walking in. So what was going on?

[The slave can't possibly eat all of it, though he's grateful for the water, though he clutches the glass with both hands as though afraid of dropping it. Still. He cleans the plate, because sometimes Masters only feed their slaves when they feel like going through the trouble. He doesn't offer to do the dishes though. Instead he's kneeling again, on the floor as though waiting for orders before saying finally,]

John didn't have to buy slave a nice meal to garner thanks.

[While Sherlock is eating, John goes to get his medical bag from the living room. He kneels down next to Sherlock and starts having a look at those bruises. While the man eats, he keeps out of the way but does his best to see to those imperfections.]

I know you're more literate than that. Your file said highly intelligent. Just speak as you would.

[Carefully, he reaches for the collar with the intent to remove it, though there's some hesitation, as though he were afraid Sherlock might bite him or something. It has to come off though so John can take care of him.]

Are there any more injuries I should look at?

[It's probably from the wary way that he's watching his Master as he removes the collar and such.] If you'll just give me the kit, I can attend myself.

[He should bathe, but he's too proud just now to ask. Stubborn and headstrong, after all. He just talks like that to test his Master, really. His clothing is slightly damp, sticking to his skin, but - nobody really should notice, or care. It'll hurt to peel of the shirt at this point, probably a reason for it.

He's used to it. He shouldn't really care.]

Edited 2013-07-19 03:28 (UTC)

Oh...

[John frowns and nods.]

Come with me.

[He puts the dishes in the sink and leads Sherlock upstairs. He opens a door at the top and lets the man in.]

This'll be your room. Bathroom's right through there.

[He motions to another door with his cane.]

The downstairs bathroom has a larger shower, if you prefer. I don't mind if you use it. I put some extra blankets and things in the closet for you. There's some clothes, but... we're not the same size.

And what are my expectations then, for you being so generous?

[He doesn't add the 'Master' on the end on purpose.] Do you want me as your loyal bed slave or a spy?

[He uses a tone he's sure he'll be cuffed for. Simply because he hates the pretense. If they're going to beat him, why go through the trouble of pretending courtesy.]

[Totally a slave. (◡‿◡✿)]

[John blushed a bit. Ahem. But he didn't strike out or raise his voice.]

I admit, I find you incredibly attractive.

[He looked Sherlock over and then looked away.]

And I would certainly find it.. very gratifying, I'm sure, to have you in my bed. But I won't force you, or force myself upon you.

[John was a good man. He had too much honor for that.]

Honestly, I just.. really wanted the company. [He smiles a bit.]

I'll be downstairs if you need anything. Goodnight.

[He leaves the medical bag on a chair and turns to go.]

[Two for one, they said. Two for one. Sam's just happy they can formulate a way of breaking out sooner or later together, instead of hoping one is working as carefully and quickly as the other is; they do their best when they got each other's backs, anyway. And there's a relief, knowing he's got Dean in actual literal view of him; the whole standing on a stage thing with chains on isn't exactly great, but... small favors, at least.

Okay, okay. They can figure this out. They're hunters, smart hunters. Underground slave spots, no biggy. They can figure this out. Been in worse jams.

The price is raising, and Sam would roll his eyes if he weren't a nervous ex-college kid getting sold on a goddamn market, but he's stubborn as ever and just clenches his jaw in humiliation as they list out their physical attributes — and what little history they've scrounged up on the boys. It's not like there's much literally recorded. He's pretty sure things like 'this one has soft hair' and 'look at the muscles on this one, great for manual labor' isn't exactly soothing for the situation. Being likened to dogs at a pound or cows on a ranch is just...

A glance at Dean, calmer.

Hey, bro, how's it going? This sucks.

He wishes they didn't take their weapons off them, but even if they didn't? It's practically a death sentence. Maybe he should be glad, in case Dean did try to do something crazy. Like usual.]

( Slave. That is definitely a thing. Cool with other slaves tagging! )

Gasping, pulling away from the touch, she stumbled forward and fell to her knees - letting out a muted cry.

"No.. please..." she whimpered; "Don't do this..."

[It's better this way, Dean tries to tell himself, because at least he and Sam are in the same jam and can — hopefully — work together to get out of it. Then again, it wouldn't hurt to have someone on the other side betting, or at least researching, to release the other. But hey, beggars and all that. At least they're alive, and chances are if someone is willing to pay good money for them, they'll stay that way. For a while, at least.

It's actually kind of funny that they're getting up there in price. Turns out that they're a commodity. Must be his strong, yet supple form, or whatever it is that the auctioneer keeps blabbing about. Someone actually yells out about wanting the cute one, and Dean smirks at Sam, because he is definitely the cute one.

As the price continues to climb, he notices, and subsequently translates, Sam's glance and gives him an expression of his own.

Sucks is an understatement, Sammy.

Then, a small, mischievous smile. He's just about slipped his hands out of the chains. Just a little more and —

Someone — one of the guards, or whatever the guys who dragged them in here consider themselves to be — hits him in the back of the head and Dean staggers a step forward.

Ow, he mouths to Sam.

The bidding slows. They're about to be sold — there are just a couple of people left volunteering higher amounts, and even they seem more indecisive with each bid. Dean looks at Sam once more: Any ideas?

He's fresh out. If Sam has nothing, then they're both about to become slaves to some undoubtedly evil son of a bitch. Of course he'll be evil. They can't seem to catch a break.]

[Not funny, Dean, don't smile like it's funny —

Sam takes a step forward, grinding his teeth behind a wavering thin line; Dean, don't do anything stupid — then again, they're not gonna get killed if they want their money, though, right? He's yanked back by the chain around his neck with a choked grunt and suddenly feels like maybe, just maybe, they'll take a little longer to get out than he was hoping for.

The look Sam gives Dean says as much.

No.

"Aaaand sold! To the bright young couple in the back!"

Mister and missus? Are you joking? There's the short rowdy disappointment and suddenly the guard on Sam's left is shoving him forward down the old cement stairs from the stage, and Sam jerks his arms in defiance once, twice, before he's literally grabbed on each side and forced to walk in a straight line.

The couple don't even look like monsters, not even like humans who have monstrous minds. The woman looks a little like Mom; Sam's seen a lot of pictures of mom to guess. Blonde hair, a soft face — but there's something excited in her expression, a sort of ugly joy at having pets to... literally bend to their will. The guy has crow's feet, light brown hair, his chin up like he owns the place.

Sam looks at them once, and then just aims to look at the floor. Understandably, he's pissed, and looks every bit it; come on, they're slaves. Even worse, the kind that — Sam doesn't even want to go there. Let's just go with them, wait until the coast is clear, and get away before things get uncomfortable. It's all they could do, right?

He glances once at his brother to make sure he was walked close behind, then looks anywhere but the man's burrowing stare as he looks at the taller Winchester, and even seems content with his defiant silent seething tantrum. Gross. Just — stop that, jesus christ.]

Edited 2013-07-19 05:14 (UTC)

Cas looked up from where he was sitting.

Oh look. His new 'master.' He'd seen them all before. Other than the fact that this one looked better than his last one (much better than Zachariah), this master would be no different than any of the others he'd seen before.

It didn't really matter, though. He was used to this by now. As long as they kept his 'medication' flowing, he'd behave like he should. Or at least he'd try to.

"Nope. All sales final," he snorted.

(( slave ))

((Shall a rebellious Mistress (5) Cousland make a purchase?))

((Prose preferred. Slave - can be any, 1, 4, & 5 look promising. Master - 2 or 5, can be another, if preferred.))

[ Peter's eyes finally fell on that last boy they'd bought out. It was hard not to look at him, those beautiful pale legs and the small underwear. Clearly his selling point wasn't to be showed in the bare flesh just yet. Peter moved a little closer to the stage, taking in the sight of those beautiful lips more stunning than he'd ever seen. Those sharp cheekbones that look like they could cut glass, those bright green eyes that seemed to make everyone else pales in comparison. Perhaps it was just the way the other held himself but it was clear there was something...very special about this latest slave. Peter's lips turned up in a smile at the Slave Master slapping the teens rear. It was a fantastic ass,there was no denying that. He wondered if he was a virgin, properly not, most of the slaves weren't first timers after all.

Peter's hand was up before he even knew what was happening.]

A thousand and I demand sole custody.

[ The demand was easy, it simply told the others around him that they could'nt buy him off him. It was'nt a swap and trade situation.]

[Preferably Slave]

[Slave or Master, he can go either way, really]

[Oh come on, it's a little funny.

But only a little, and it becomes significantly less so as they jerk Sam around. Dean sighs and smooths away the smile. Fine. No stupid moves.

Yet.

They're sold, and then he and Sam are being shoved along. While Sam tries a show of defiance, Dean once again is trying to escape his shackles. If he can manage to get free of them while Sam has them distracted...

No go. Their new owners are looking at him, the male with something akin to aroused amusement in his features. Dean swears that he feels the chains tighten once he makes eye contact with the guy, and if that's the case, then they're probably up against something pretty powerful. Witches, maybe? They look so normal.

Painfully so. Like they're stuck with some family from at Nick at Nite special. A very...hungry family.

Dean makes a face.]

Why couldn't we have gotten her?

[He speaks low, almost under his breath, but he knows perfectly well the couple can hear him. He gestures his head in the direction of a tall, slender brunette who is a lot more youthful than the couple before him.

And it isn't lost on him either: the slight resemblance to their mother. It creeps him out. A lot. That's something he'd prefer not to think about, considering how she's leering at him. It's like a bunch of bad dreams rolled into one, this stupid situation.

The woman laughs and reaches out. Dean takes an instinctive step backward, the man grabs his chains and forces him forward again.

"You're lucky we enjoy our slaves with...personality," the woman says.

Uncomfortable, Dean glances over at Sam — brief eye contact, before transitioning back ahead.

We need out of this before these freaks make a move.

The woman curls her fingers into his cheek, just slightly, and Dean feels the chain around his neck tighten. He cranes his neck, and impulsively tries to lift his bound hands to it. His body feels cold, his mind feeling seized by the pressure of that hand on his face. He can't think or move —

Then she lets go of him, and it's as though nothing had happened in that previous moment.

Okay.

Dean clenches his teeth, communicating that This is bad, and not only because he's not keen on being a bed slave to some undefinable creatures. This couple is powerful. Too powerful.]

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Sam Winchester | Supernatural (S1)

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Totally both slaves, what are rules. Any number you're interested in? I'm down with any!

bart allen | young justice | ota

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Rules are lame! How about 3?

whips on the grimdark glasses, let's do it

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Q | Skyfall | m/m

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Klavier Gavin | Ace Attorney | OTA

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