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.
 

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[sonofabass]

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.]

[tabitha_michaels]

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.]

[sonofabass]

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?))

[tabitha_michaels]

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. ;)]

[sonofabass]

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.

[tabitha_michaels]

Tabitha whimpered low in her throat, flushing even hotter than before. She couldn't help it, the thought of begging him in front of all those people terrified her.

Whining, her small body shook with desire that had her crying out, not for the device she was locked into but for his fingers to finished what they had started.

"No!" She cried out, a sob catching in her throat; "Please..."

[sonofabass]

Chuck smirked. "It's too late, Tabby." The sound of the lock clicking closed was quiet but final. "Unless you can think of a suitable other punishment. And apologise to the people here."

[tabitha_michaels]

Panting, she bit down into her lower lip.- staring at him a long moment before forcing herself to look out at the approving audience, apparently rather pleased that she wasn't completely under his heel.

"Sorry," she said meekly before closing her eyes against the humiliation.

[sonofabass]

"Too bad." Chuck was utterly unrepenant to the aroused and humiliated girl. "People have a right to trial by jury of twelve people. So you're going to have to apologise to a dozen of them." His smirk was wicked. "And each one will get two weights. A light one for innocent and a heavy one for guilty. The ones that accept your apology will drop the light one in the bucket to be attached to nipple clamps. And if they don't, you'll get the heavy one.

He then smirked, gently teasing her right nipple and picking up a vicious looking nipple clamp with a spring on the end to hold the weights. Given it was already rock hard he didn't see any point in delaying before snapping the wicked thing onto her nipple.

[tabitha_michaels]

The very thought made her angry, and yet terrified her all at once but she bit back the bitter urge to protest knowing full and well it would only make matters worse.

Suspiciously eyeing the strangers that approached the clips squeezed tight over her aching nipples. "I'm... I'm sorry, sir." She whispered, forcing herself to look at him - fearful for what else she might have to do by way of an apology.

[sonofabass]

"Is that all you are?" He held up the heavy weight conspicuously for her before dropping it into the bin.

And then Chuck, without warning and as the second man approached, snapped the second clamp onto her nipple hard. Hoping for a scream.

[tabitha_michaels]

The girl gasped as the first weight dropped, trying her best not to cry out and scream despite the painful tug.

But feeling the second clamp was simply too much and she cried out; "Sorry! Very, very sorry!"

"I... I don't know what to say, Sir!"

[sonofabass]

Chuck smirked as the next one stepped up. "You're good at reading people, Tabby. Convince each of them you don't deserve the heavy weight. Read them and convince them. One at a time."

[tabitha_michaels]

Forcing a sweet smile above the urge to grimace, hoping to make this all end faster, she opened her eyes to the next spectator.

Her voice barely above a strained whisper, she said; "I'm sorry I was a disappointment, Sir. I won't let it happen again."

[sonofabass]

Chuck smirked. "I'd suggest being more abject next time, Tabby. Try pleading rather than just apologising." He smirked at the sound of the large weight being dropped in again.

And then a woman was next in the line. One with even harder eyes than the men. "I'm going to enjoy listening to you scream."

[tabitha_michaels]

She wasn't really good at either... much better at batting her eyelashes and asking nicely - then not so nicely. This was new to her, being punished and not adored.

"No!" She whimpered, her small body shaking with genuine fear that the pain tugging at her tender raw nipples would only get worse. "Please... please don't... I'll do anything! I'll beg! Please!"

A soft sob tugged at her throat; "Please..."

[sonofabass]

"You're getting there." Chuck smirked. "But word of advice. When women want to see other women punished, there's going to be no mercy. For the men? Be abject enough and that will be enough. They just want to see every woman who's ever said no to them as you."

And with a cruel smirk the woman added a heavy weight to Tabitha's left nipple, tugging the spring holding it hard before letting go and trying to draw a scream. Before the next man stepped up.

[tabitha_michaels]

Whimpering, the young woman trembled in her bonds as she let out a soft scream for mercy - aching more than she could remember aching before. Her head was spinning, barely able to register what was happening anymore as another large figure seemed to loom above her.

"Please..." she sobbed, large wet tears smearing trails onto her cheeks; "please.... please no more. I'll... I'll do anything, just stop... please."

[sonofabass]

Chuck smirked. "I don't think you're going to show them the disrespect of looking away from them again when they want to see you suffer, are you?" His smirk widened. "This sort of thing happens to slavegirls who disobey or subvert orders. And you're going to be even more obedient from now on?"

[tabitha_michaels]

"No..." she sobbed softly, shaking her head as she forced herself to look up at him; "I'll be good, sir... promise!"

Whether it was a promise she could keep or not was questionable, but at that moment she would do absolutely anything to get the painful tug to stop. Even if it meant looking into the eyes of people that would love nothing more than to see her suffer and enjoy her suffering.

"I'll be good..."

[sonofabass]

"Better." Chuck smiled. "And that earned you a not guilty verdict from another person." So this time the weight that went on was only light. "Now, tell the next juror how much beneath him you are.

He was pretty sure she'd learned this lesson, but just wanted to underscore the point. Being good meant more than just being obedient, it meant that her will and imagination were to work on serving him.

[tabitha_michaels]

Instead of a scream, the small weight that tugs even harder at her aching nipples only elicited a whimpering cry. It wasn't much of an improvement, but she reminded herself it be worse - and probably will get worse before it gets better.

"Y... yes sir." She sobbed, swallowing hard as she looked up at her next judge. "I'm nothing... I'm less than nothing, I'm worthless except as you see fit..."

Her voice wavered with each hitching breath as she tried not to cry, the tears soon enough wetting her blue eyes.

[sonofabass]

Chuck smirked. "Now you're getting there, Tabby. As you're so good at being abject, I'll even offer you a deal. You can buy the way out of the rest of this trial at a price." He lowered his voice darkly. "Your name. If you can't take more you can be Kitten rather than Tabby. I won't make you call yourself Kitten. But if you do, and give me your old name, this ends." He smirked, picking up a heavy weight and using it to tease the nipple clamps, the threat obvious. "Now. What is your name?"

He'd find how broken she really was by this treatment. Whether she had much defiance left in her at all - in which case the humiliation and weights would continue to the end of the plan. Or whether she was even willing to give up her name for better treatment, almost entirely subservient already.

[tabitha_michaels]

The girl shuddered, trying not to grimace between the pain and his supposed compromise. It was almost too much... but she could handle it. She was strong. It would all be over soon.

"K... Kitten..." she whimpered, then bit down hard into her lower lip to hold back another cry as each breath the clamps seemed to tug harder at her aching breasts.

[sonofabass]

"Good Kitten." Chuck stroked her hair. "I think she's had enough. And won't hide any more. Collar. Add punishment words: Tabitha. Tabby. End list." He smirked. "If anyone utters those words out loud you will get shocked with each being more intense than the last, Kitten." Which meant that unless she earned it back she couldn't even hear her old name without pain.

"Now. Come with me unless you want to stay here, kitten." Chuck started walking off, letting her again follow him and struggle through the crowd with gasping and tugging hands.