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The Slave Auction Meme

❧ 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.
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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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Chuck chuckled darkly. "Oh, you will. I wondered whether you had the brains to be nice." His nails casually scratched down her bare spine. "But either way I think I'll buy you."

Straining against the leather cuffs in a vain attempt to get away from his touch, the girl let out a shrill cry.

"No! I... I won't let you! You can't!" She'd been on the block a few times since her father got rid of her, returned each time for being too spirited, too proud, too manipulate and bent on getting her way.

Chuck chuckled, then pinched her nipple harshly. "I'm going to end up using you to humiliate your father. If I can trust you to be a good girl. If not..." His chuckle darkened. "You really won't enjoy the rest of your life."

He glanced away from her and she could guess who he was talking to. "Wrists crossed high behind her. Ballet boots connected by a six inch chain. And an obedience collar."

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..."

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."

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..."

"Don't do what?" Chuck's voice was low and slightly menacing. "You'll get to choose where you end up, Tabby. And there are two basic options." She didn't have to see to hear the smirk in his voice.

"Option 1, you decide to enjoy your fate. You get treated like a princess most of the time, dressing in pretty clothes, and having a comfortable life. I use you as a hostess for events most of the time and even give you pocket money for it. Sex normally only happens if you want it. If you don't, I have other sources and enthusiastic consent is so much nicer than anything else." He gently tapped her collar. "This is the only real thing that will make it obvious you aren't free. And I won't use it much."

He paused. "Option 2. You fight me every step of the way. And then the only thing I can use you as is a torture doll to take my aggression out on. Your arms are never freed from that position because I've no need for them. Your mouth might be gagged so all I hear are screams, or I might want to let you talk to beg. I'll only use you on bad days. Which will be very bad for you, but good days will just be boring."

He wrapped his hand in her hair firmly, forcing her head up to look at where he was. "Now you have those two choices because I'm not selling you back. Which do you want?" He hoped she'd say option 1 especially as option 2 was only a partial bluff.

The girl shuddered at her "options" - sure, she could live well... but she wouldn't be free. She'd still have to put up with him and the things that she knows he'll do to her... the things he's done to her before. No matter how nice he may seem, he was far from a gentleman.

Her back stiffened as the man dragged her head up to look toward him. She licked her lips and felt her voice crack as she tried not to struggle against the rough tug. "One... one..." she whimpered, hot tears burning as she tried to hold them back. "One, please..."

Chuck's voice lowered. "There's also an option three, Tabby. You're on a last orders basis. If I actually need to return you, you'll be sold next time as a manual labourer. To pluck chickens or do backbreaking work. And there's no way back from there." He smiled thinly, watching her, and seeing her crack.

"Now. One test to check you mean option one." With that he let go of her hair. "In front of you is my foot. Kiss it." She didn't have much choice, and unless she disobeyed he was going to compound the humiliation as her lips touched the leather with the order "Now lick it."

The third option, honestly, sounded even worse than the second... at least that she might be able to work her way out of. She was, clearly, in no way meant for manual labor.

Whimpering as she rolled off of her side on the floor, trying her best to crawl to his dusty boot, she flushed dark across her pale skin with the humiliation of being subjected to such treatment.

Barely pressing her lips to the leather toe, she whined when he issued the order to lick the dust. Still, fearing things would only get worse, she complied - shaking as she ran the tip of her tongue over the black leather until it shone.

Chuck smirked, watching her. Flushing, whimpering, and shuddering at the humiliation - and obeying. "I think I can manage her." He was clearly talking not to her but to the person selling her before he bent slightly to stroke her hair - and give her a few seconds respite as he moved his foot - and replaced it by the other one.

"Now the other one, Tabby." He smirked, just checking she was obeying even if this one was very possibly worse. "There is, of course, a carrot to go with the sticks you've seen. All my slaves have their own accounts that are offset against their purchase price. And if you don't do anything stupid, in five years you'll be free. If you're very good in two years you will be."

She couldn't help but whimper, closing her eyes against the sight of the muddy second boot. She didn't want to, but part of her wanted to believe his promises... that he somehow wasn't lying to her. So, she did as she was told - brushing her lips against the toe and kissing it obediently, then licking it with a broad swipe of her tongue - telling herself that she couldn't taste the disgusting grime.

"Y... yes sir..." she said in a near whisper, daring to push up on her knees - looking up at him pleadingly. "I'll be good... very good..."

Chuck smirked. She was broken, already. And he wasn't lying. Although it would take a while for her to get used to that. "Now. Are you going to swear at me again, Tabby? Or call me a sleaze? I really wouldn't recommend it. And stand up. We're going to my limo." He smirked, knowing two things perfectly well. With her wrists behind her and her ankles chained on a short chain standing would be very hard. And she'd know as well as he would that the route to the limo would be through a crowd who would see how helpless she was.

If she could stand he'd just direct her to follow him through the crowd, with the looks of other slaves and the condescending looks from owners. And possibly a few hands. If she couldn't, he was going to wordlessly attach a leash to her collar and pull upwards so she could stand - which would simultaneously make it possible for her to stand and choke her until she did. And then he'd lead her through the crowd on the leash, further cementing her status in her mind.

"N... No sir..." She whispered, lowering her eyes before attempting to scramble up on the impossible boots, managing only to end up facedown on the floor again, exposing herself to anyone in the gallery.

"I'm.. I can't..." She whined,.attempting again to push up, off the floor.

Chuck smirked, lifting. She was almost too heavy for this and he definitely needed both hands. But when it's get your feet under you or choke people tend to find the motivation - and so she was lifted up to standing by the throat, with the collar digging into her and cutting off her breathing until she stopped flailing.

The girl choked as he seemed to tug even harder, struggling and flailing her naked limbs until she teetered on unsteady feet - gasping for breath as hot tears of pain and fear stung her eyes.

"Please stop!" She sobbed; "I'm up, I'm up!"

A shudder coursed through her, sure she was upright but for how long?

"Good." Chuck smiled, giving her a few seconds to catch her breath before tugging the leash slightly, letting her know she ought to follow him. "One little fashion accessory for you before I take you home." Which would, of course, be humiliating her further.

Chuck kept his pace slow to allow her to totter after him as he walked her towards the stall he had in mind. And to allow wandering hands to pinch and poke as she walked past. Chastity belts. "One rule of being a slave, Tabby. I own all your orgasms. And I don't yet trust you to hold off on them."

Whimpering and cowed, her shoulders bowed inward as she stumbled through the crowd - attempting in vain to shy away from the random hands caressing her body without so much as a thought to who she was. She was nothing to them, nobody... worse than that, she was meat. Someone to do with as they saw fit. Still, she followed - each yank on the leash catching her off guard until she learned to move as quickly as the impossible boots would allow, trying to keep the lead slack between them.

She was almost grateful when he showed her the array of devices even though some looked painful, she hoped he wouldn't pick anything that would damage her flawless skin. At least it meant that he would be the only one that could use her... just one, she hoped.

"I... I understand..." she whispered, lowering her eyes to the ground rather than observing her fate.

Chuck smirked. She was already broken. And he knew what he wanted as yet one more indignity for her, wondering whether she'd cry from the humiliation alone. There were ways and ways to put a chastity belt on someone - and a gynaecologist's chair was probably one of the worst. So he nodded.

"Sit in that."

When she did so the stall holder would remove the chain between her ankles so the boots could be attached to the leg rests instead. At which point the chair would be tilted back, forcing her onto her back with her legs strapped down but high and separate, giving everyone passing an excellent view.

And Chuck smirked, not particularly looking. But instead picking up a silvery looking chastity belt and holding it in front of her face. "Kiss it. Open mouthed." Just one more humiliation to add to the set. It wouldn't be for a while she'd find out that the whole thing was electric and Chuck could make it either vibrate or shock her on a whim.

(OOC: Enjoying the treatment of Tabby? I'm not sure Chuck has much more humiliation in store for her...)

Shivering, raising her eyes to follow the line of his gaze to the chair. Of course she had been in them before, medically and one time she'd gotten a very thorough exam... But this was something different entirely.

Still, she did as she was told and stumbled to the chair, her pale skin flushing dark pink as she was chained down and spread open for all to see. They'd be able to see everything, including the fact that despite the humiliation and cruelty she was wet.

"Y... Yes... Sir..." She almost sobbed as she kissed the cool metal, scared that it would hurt - that it was far worse than anything that had happened yet - but she wasn't about to ask and wouldn't believe his answer if she did.

[ooc: Oh it's delicious - take it as you please.]

Chuck smirked, looking at her as he placed the chastity belt down between her breasts. "My, you are wet aren't you, Tabby." He gently ran his fingernails over her bare stomach. Firmly enough to show that there was nothing she could do about ... pretty much anything. Especially when with his other hand he attached her collar to the chair.

"Anyone would think that you were being turned on by being treated like this. Like a bought and paid for whore." On that last word he stopped playing with her stomach and ran one finger lightly down her slit, hoping to coax a moan from her. And starting to draw an audience watching this.

"It is turning you on." A light slap over her mound should make her answer. "Isn't it?"

[OOC: Was slightly worried we're well into extreme humiliation territory - and drifting towards chastity territory, with the one maybe and the other no. But he's plenty more to do to her - I was running low on ideas.]

The cool metal warmed burned between her small breasts, warming slowly to her flushed skin as he teased her. She couldn't help it... that small sliver of her that liked the idea of being owned - taken care of - wanted to believe that he would take care of her if only she could be good enough.

Letting out a small whine, the girl shifted against her bonds, closing her eyes tightly so she couldn't see him leering down at her when she moaned - her folds slightly swollen and a little wet and only getting harder as his palm swatted her.

"Yes!" She cried out, squeezing her eyes even more tightly shut. "Yes... yes sir."

[ooc: No worries, she's a bit more flexible than some of my others... I'll let you know if you cross over the line.]

Chuck smirked. "Eyes open and on either me or the audience, slave." The order was punctuated with another light but intimate swat. "And don't hold back moans or whimpers." With that he used his fingertips to tease her cunt and clit, stroking and even lightly scratching. And his fingers were skilled as he played that part of her body like a virtuoso, watching and learning her responses.

"You want to cum, don't you Tabby?" His smirk was wicked as he removed his hand, letting her ache for the loss. "Then beg."

It was, of course, a test for whether she had any defiance left or whether she'd beg abjectly in front of this audience. She knew the chastity belt was resting between her breasts, and going on after this session was complete. If she begged abjectly she'd get the orgasm. If defiant, he'd simply tell her she was too late before teasing her to the edge once more and locking her in the belt. The test was "fair" - if she was obedient she'd be rewarded.

((OOC: Which are your others out of curiosity?))

Swallowing hard, she had to force herself to open her eyes with the swat against her hot mound - casting her gaze out above the strangers with hopes that he wouldn't notice she couldn't bear to look at anyone seeing her spread open and helpless.

She couldn't hold back the low whines if she tried, each slide of his fingers making her the slightest bit more aroused until her nipples were hard points and a soft sheen of dewy wetness was clearly visible on her hairless mound. When he pulled away, she moaned and had to hold herself back from begging him to finish. She wanted so badly to finish, to quell the burning inside her before she was fitted with the device - but she couldn't bring herself to beg.

Not in front of them.

[ooc: I'll send you a PM, it's a longish list for notes. ;)]

Chuck smirked. She was going to pay for that. "Bad girl. And here I was thinking you'd already learned to be good." His smirk turned wicked. "The punishment, of course, is that if you don't beg for orgasms you don't get them."

With that, his fingers went back to work. Working her right up to the edge and watching her carefully before removing his fingers suddenly, picking up the chastity belt, and rapidly locking it in to place. His voice darkened slightly as he did so. "And don't think I didn't notice you looking away. You're going to have to look some of these people in the eye and apologise to them for that." But right now he was going to let her get some semblance of control. And he needed time to arrange the audience for the next act. If she'd begged she'd have just been taken back to his limo rather than given yet more public humiliation.

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