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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.
❧ 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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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!"

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."

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."

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."

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..."

"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.

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."

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?"

"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..."

"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.

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.

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.

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.

"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.

Tabby shuddered at the command he issued, swearing she could feel the collar heavier around her neck than ever.

"Yes, sir..." she muttered quietly as she was let down off the stirrups - her body aching with each swing of the painful clamps as she stumbled on the impossibly high ballet boots to follow him. By now, the groping hands were the least of her worries - let them touch, maybe a little touch would soothe her pain and shame.

Chuck smirked, not walking too fast - but if she fell too far behind the collar would first bleep then shock her - with the shocks getting harder the longer it took her to catch up. "Now. You're going to be a good kitten from now on, aren't you?" He nodded to the already open door of a limo. "I don't want to have to punish you." His smirk was wicked. "Actually I do. Suffering suits you, kitten. But I'm not going to without reason. Be a good girl and you can avoid it. Now get in."

If it were possible, her naked body would flush even more pink with his words. "Yes sir," she replied in a hoarse, pained tone as she slid across the seat to press herself against the door to support her aching muscles.

Chuck smirked. "You didn't know, so there's no punishment this time. But pets don't belong on the furniture except as a special treat." Step by step eroding her and giving her something to work for. "Now. You've two choices. Either kneel on the floor or lie on it in front of me, your legs spread." He was watching her carefully as he closed the door, wanting to know the speed and acceptance of his orders. And which choice she'd make.

Cowed, Tabby slid off the seat - shuddering at the rake of leather across her skin. She wasn't even sure which choice she would make until she folded on her knees and then bent forward, lying out on her belly before him.

She could get through this... if she could survive her horrible father, she could survive anything he had to offer.

Without a word, she spread her legs side until she felt each boot against a seat - allowing him full access to do as he pleased.

Chuck smirked as his foot tapped on her chastity belt.. "You really are broken, aren't you, kitten? No humiliation I couldn't put you through to avoid further pain, and both feeling and behaving like a bought and paid for whore." He smiled. "But for no my kitten you can have a little rest, and possibly a drink if you're a good kitten. And when I thoroughly own that body of yours I'm going to give you one chance to get back at your father. To display yourself as the lowliest little fuck toy before his friends so all know the fate he sold you to."

A low whimper closed her throat, but she did not answer, simply laid still at his feet trying to think about anything but what he was saying to her.

Her body felt like she was on fire, each ache tingling and burning with the hum of the road through the floorboard.

Chuck smirked. She was broken, now to make her even more complicit in her own breaking. "Now, kitten. If you're very good you might get a luxury. And one you get to decide. I've a few possibilities, but if you want one just say. Some of my ideas are your old name back, your hands not kept like that most of the day, clothes, or being utterly naked without even those boots. Which of them do you want?"

She didn't want to break, but already she could feel it slipping away with each moment under his firm hand.

"The boots..." she says softly, daring a peek up at him; "...please take off the boots."

"The boots are the worst thing?" Chuck smiled. "You know running will be impossible anyway? Anyway, trade for trade. What can you offer me for your boots as I already own you? How can you earn being naked?"

She didn't care to run away, she'd only be caught and things would only get worse.

"Anything..." She whispered, daring to push up on her knees, her head bowed to him. "Anything you need, sir."

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