The Slave Auction Meme

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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.
* 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

[terrorisms]

( Yeah! I was thinking modern, if only because I'm too dumb for historical accuracy, hahaha. )

[dawn_is_breaking]

[ooc: Haha same here, okay I can see Dawn being captured before becoming a vigilante and being sold as a sort of attractive pet and source of entertainment since she was a professional ballet dancer.]

[terrorisms]

( that absolutely works for me! i'm gonna keep Frank's whole Deal a #mystery for the fun reveals later, if you wanna kick us off with her at market or something like that I'll swing in with him making the acquisition. )

[dawn_is_breaking]

[ooc: sounds good! I'll do this first part in prose but if you prefer brackets I can swap.]

This isn't the first time Dawn has been on stage in front of others, nor is it the first time a crowd has watched her every move with intense, hungry eyes. It is the first time she's been on stage fully naked though, normally she would be wearing a pair of tights and a tutu but today she stands before people fully stripped down, her pale flesh marbled with goosebumps from the chill air.

To her left is a line of other women, all naked and all lined up in order of price. To her right is a short man with a greasy comb over and very few teeth left in his mouth, which sadly does not stop him from grinning widely.

"Next up we've got a real beauty, pale skin and even paler hair." He croons and he gestures lewdly towards Dawn's pubic region. "And as you can see the curtains DO match the drapes."

Unlike some of the other women Dawn does not flinch or cower on stage from the stares or comments made by the seller, she stands straight and poised, her head held high in defiance at all of those who look at her.

"Some skills of interest include cooking, basic nursing, and of course dancing." The grease-ball says and then slaps at Dawn's shoulder, dropping his voice so only she can hear. "Show them what they're paying for, sweetheart. Or I'll slice your tendons."

There's a brief pause as she mentally weighs the possibility of punching the man beside her and trying for escape but the odds are impossibly against her and with a deep breath she rises up on her toes to perform a series of ballet positions. Her leg muscles flexing as she does these moves slowly, with control and precision.

"Beautiful isn't she? Do I have any claims?"

prose is absolutely fine!

[terrorisms]

He didn't come here for her. Not exactly. He didn't come here for the beautiful woman that came before her, with almond-shaped eyes and dark hair. He didn't come here for whoever they put up after her, either. Not one single girl in particular drove him to this shithole, and yet despite that, Frank eventually finds himself bidding.

He's not the first. The first is some heavyset man that must be in his late fifties, raising a paddle and barking out, "Two!"

"Two, I've got two, can I get three?" Greasy Man calls jovially, and there's a moment of silence before Frank relents to the pull of impulse and raises his hand. "Ah yes, the fine gentleman in the back with three, can I get four?"

And it goes like that for a little bit, except that by the time they get to six, Frank's made his way over to the other guy to whisper something into his ear. The older man freezes, his eyes gone wide like a deer in the headlights — but that's probably because he can feel the gun hidden behind the fabric of Frank's jacket pocket, pressing right up against the back of his head.

This time, nobody outbids him.

The deal is made.

She has been sold to an unhappy-looking man with a split lip and a black eye, with a military crop and clothes better suited for a tactical stealth mission than an auction.

[dawn_is_breaking]

And just like that she belongs to someone else, signed, sealed and delivered with barely a chance to get dressed in the loose fitting dress she wore in the back of the truck over to the market. Before they release her to her new owner they attach a thick leather collar around her neck, linking it to a leash which they almost proudly present to the man who bought her.

He doesn't look pleased, which is fine.
Neither is she.

But it is a little strange considering how the bidding went and the amount he paid for her, one would think he would gloat a little over his new prize but when she looks up at him (and it is quite a ways up since she is a petite woman, barely 5 foot 3) all she sees is a cold sort of detachment.

Without a word she falls in line with his step, walking almost beside him instead of behind. If he is the type to want a woman who "knows her place" he is going to have some problems with her.

[terrorisms]

He hands them cash. They hand him a leash. He doesn't look happy about either part of this exchange, even though he quite literally held a gun to someone's head to make it happen. Once the staff member's gone, he takes a minute to shoot an appraising look over her, eyes roving from her dress all the way down to her feet — bare — and then back again.

How in the hell these people expect her to walk down the damn sidewalk without shoes is beyond him, but regardless, she manages to assert her position at his side only until they make it to the door. There, without so much as a word of warning, he shifts and abruptly scoops her up bridal-style. Easy, like she weighs nothing. Careful not to knock her against the doorway as they slip through.

Their destination is the ominous looking black van parked a half a block down the street. Apparently he intends to carry her there silently the whole way.

[dawn_is_breaking]

He's faster than she thought he would be, big guys like him are usually slow, but he scoops her up so quickly and easily that she only has time to make a startled squawking noise and grab onto his thick neck.

This close to him she notices the split lip, black eye and some small scars that are littered across his face. Marks of a man who likes to fight and one she would guess almost always wins, considering his size and speed.

She tries not to stare but it's hard when he is holding her, their faces only inches away from one another and as he carries her silently towards the van her eyes flick across his face again. This time looking at his features instead of the marks. He's not an ugly man, just very hard looking with a strong jaw, wider set nose, and a mouth that seems to be permanently set into a scowl.

"...." She opens her mouth to speak but then stops, realizing that any questions she might have will probably go unanswered. He doesn't seem like that talkative type.