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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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[Karkat had seen it all during his time here. Hired guard, pleasure slave, whipping post, delivery boy, servant... he'd done it all, and each time he grew colder and more emotionless about his status. He'd learned that it was better to mold himself to fit whatever his master wanted, be it writhing in bed beneath them or killing an enemy in front of them. And as each master used and returned him, he grew colder and colder, his emotion and fiery personality simmering beneath his cold grey features. It was how he survived, and he was positive this new master would be the same, however they intended to use him.]

[Nepeta loved presents. It normally didn't matter what it was or how she got it. Little treats just made her pump swell and a smile spread over her face. But this present was a bit... odd.

Maybe the giver had been fond of Nepeta. Maybe they had thought her bored and in need of entertainment, or maybe they detested Karkat and wished to make him suffer a bit more. Either way, Nepeta soon found herself facing her once-beloved, shackles on his ankles and a look in his eyes that stood out more pronounced in bitterness than normal.]

Kar... Karkitty?

[Here she was, being handed the one she felt red beyond compare for for so long on a silver platter, and yet, it was so intensely wrong. Even if she couldn't take her eyes from him.]

[Karkat kept his training well; when he was brought in, shackles jingling with each step, he made sure to keep those eyes of his firmly on the ground. His past masters hated it when he looked up at them, glared at them as if he was equal to them. Trolls were territorial, and if eye contact was made, it was a clear challenge. Keeping his eyes away prevented his masters from getting too pissed off with him.]

[But that voice makes him raise his gaze and his eyes widen, shock spreading over his face. No, how could he be sold to her? Given to one of his own friends?? A bubble of rage swelled inside him, paired with an angry pang of betrayal, and he grit his teeth angrily, cursing furiously in his mind at whatever scumbag thought it would be funny to give him to one of his old friends like he was some cheap hand-me-down.]

[Of course, that bitter rage was matched only by cruel resignation. Of course this had to happen. The universe wasn't finished with screwing with the life of one Karkat fucking Vantas.]

[He had a hundred things he wanted to say, but he kept his mouth shut. What could he say, with his sellers so close by? So instead, he did what he always did; he forced his anger down, pulled his emotions in, and followed his training. He stepped forward and knelt before her, baring the back of his neck to her.]

...Master. [He says it coldly, emotionless. What else could he do except clarify their positions?]

[No. Oh gog, no, this wasn't right at all. Nepeta's eyes were liquid, her lips parted as if any moment there would be a cascading of questions toward him. Who did this to him, how could she free him, why was she being called 'master'... She wasn't sure fate had dealt her a sweet card at all. For now, any and all urges had to be buried, concealed.]

[Turning to the sellers, the ones that had already completed the transaction and had brought him here to be her 'slave' for the night, she glared at them. It was a clear enough indicator that they needed to be sent away, and they followed silent orders, leaving sight after one deposited a small key in Nepeta's palm. It was just the two of them, and with her hand gripping the key with all her strength, feeling the grooves digging into her hand hard enough to slice the skin, she moved even closer to him.]

Karkitty, what happened to you? Please talk to me.

[Of course, she wasn't doing the proper job as master, but this was far too much of an emotional blow. Immediately, not even thinking of the repercussions, she knelt down to his ankles, fingers running along the skin that burned from the chafing of the shackles.]

Are you hurt...?

[Karkat remained in his position until he heard the sellers leave before daring to lift is head and face her. It's been so long since he's seen a familiar face, or even a friendly face for that matter, and it threw Karkat for a loop. What was he supposed to do now? What was he even supposed to do, just explain everything? Oh, hello Nepeta, nice to see you, sorry I've been out of touch lately, the internet connection in the slave market is just shitty.]

[Yeah, like that explanation would work.]

[He glances away from her as she kneels in close to him, and he suppresses a pained growl as she touches the raw rings around his feet. He didn't want her to see him looking so pathetic and weak, but when had anything he wanted actually happen?]

I'm fine. It's fine. [He's strictly referring to his ankles, avoiding her initial question.]

No, it's not, Karkat. Stop. These are coming off right now.

[Pulling the key up to the padlocks on his shackles, she used the utmost care to get them off. The locks were tossed aside, and her gentle hands pried the metal from his ankles and tossed them aside as well. She was full of so many emotions, but the one that stood out most was anger. She wanted to go find those guards and cut them up into pieces with her Clawkind, but an annoying inkling in her head told her that she wouldn't be able to. Or worse, that she could, and both she and Karkat would suffer some worse punishment.]

[It was a moment before she stood back to her feet, ignoring how bare his body was and how damaged he looked. However, there were tears in her eyes, streaks of green that marked her soft grey features. Unable to help it any longer, she opened her arms and brought him to her in an embrace, resting her head against his chest. He felt so wonderful, so warm in her arms, as the bare skin of his chest pressed to her cheek. She'd smile, but...]

This isn't a purresent. And if it is, I'm never giving you back. Karkitty... my leader...

[But wait. She was the one with the reigns now. Not him. She had control. She held the cards.]

[No. Not now, Nepeta.]

[He hisses as the worn metal is pried from his skin, which is raw and chafed beneath the heavy bond. He remained silent as she worked, and feeling her scrutinizing gaze over his body. He kept his gaze lowered, partially because of his training, but mostly so that he wouldn't have to see her studying him. He could imagine what she'd see; a broken-down troll, too pathetic to even be considered pitiful, and who knows that he's only meant for servitude. And frankly, it embarrassed him. It hadn't bothered him so much with his previous masters, but none of them had known him since he was six sweeps old.]

[When she steps forward he's not sure what to expect, whether she'll push him away or strike him, but he stiffens when she hugs him. At the same time, something inside him mentally kicks himself; what else could he have expected from Nepeta? And it had been too long since he'd been in someone's embrace that wasn't immediately followed up with a pail.]

[Slowly, he snakes his arms around her and returns the hug, resting his chin on the top of her head. A few seconds pass before he tightens his hold, and a few more trickle by until he actually responds to her.]

...I'm pretty sure if I was still a half-decent leader, I wouldn't be in this shit. But I've still got a pulse, so that's got to say something.

At least? Karkitty... just knowing this happened to you... I want to kill those men out there and hunt down efurry person that hurt you.

[But those were words, and what could Nepeta really do with just words alone? She could slay any beast in Alternia -- well, almost any, but she wasn't about to recall that -- and yet, killing even an army of scumbags wouldn't make her feel better. That wouldn't relieve Karkat of his pain, nor his humiliation.]

[The good news was, though, that she could make it better. Leading him more into the hive, pulling him gently along, she looked up at him with a hopeful look in her eyes.]

Well, don't you worry, Karkitty. I'm going to take good care of you. I'm not going to let them take you back.

[And she meant it with every ounce of her. He needed to be nurtured back to his normal, loud self. Hearing his bitterness in a lower volume made her uncomfortable.]

[He gave a short snort at her words.]

Why bother? I was the one who got tangled up in this fucking mess, it's not like killing a few douchenozzles is going to change anything. Unless you feel like cleaning up my mess, which I'm not going to let you do because fuck if I'm letting anyone else fall ass-backwards into my mess.

[It's much more subdued and filled with a lot more bitterness than normal, but there's a hint of his old self in that rant. He follows her without much resistance as he's taken deeper into her hive, and for once he actually feels calm entering another troll's dwelling. He's still far from cheerful, and his telltale scowl seemed permanently etched in his face.]

So what ignorant douche decided it was nice to give you a mutant as a gift?

Stop it, Karkat. [Because in case he hadn't realized, she only dropped the pet name when she was particularly cross with him, or in a state of dismay. Right now, it was a mixture of both.] Whatefur mess this is, I don't care if I fall into it. I'm going to help you, take care of you, and get you away furrom these people. And that's that. You know that I'd do anything and efurrything for you, and no matter what, you're still my leader.

[But hey, at least his anger returning was soothing away her worries. At the mention of who the gift-giver could be, she shrugged and turned back at him.]

I dunno. Uh, when was the last time you said something that made Ampurra feel purrticularly lonely?

[Because jabs at their pathetic comrade could maybe even make him want to smile. Or laugh. Or something. Bringing him into her room, she walked him to her respiteblock and sat him down on it, being ever so careful not to use force. She had no idea what he had gone through, but knew she had to be intensely tender with him.]

I don't know who did it, but they shouldn't expect a return. Now, I need to clean up your cuts and stuff. Is that okay?

[He definitely notices, and he cuts himself off immediately. Sure he felt more like himself around her in these few moments than he had with his other masters, but she was still, technically, his master. So as much as he'd want to argue with her and throw his tiny weight around and forbid her under penalty of obnoxious yelling to not interfere, he didn't really have the power to do that anymore. So instead he sighed lowly and dipped his head down slightly.]

...Fine. Not like I can stop you.

[He gives a short snort of what could be considered laughter at her question. Sure he would sometimes feel bad for the guy because of his shitty romance situations, but even he had to enjoy a jab at Ampora every now and then.]

Hell if I know. Maybe Sollux didn't hatesnog him enough or something.

[There's no stopping the tension that forms in his muscles from entering Nepeta's respiteblock, but he forces himself to calm down. Stop being stupid, Vantas, it's not like she's brought you in here to pail. She's not like the others, she's your friend. He sat down next to her, frowning a bit at her request.]

They're not that serious, I'll be fine. [No need to tell her that some of those old cuts were to show off his mutant blood, because she didn't need to know that.]

[Nepeta gags a bit. Sollux isn't her closest friend, and Eridan's the furthest thing from a friend, so the idea of those two swapping yellow and purple saliva just... it was... ew. Kismesitude was a strange thing indeed, but now isn't the time to question its dynamics.]

[Looking down at his cuts, she bites her lower lip. A swelling pain forms in her vascular pump, just looking at the small drops of blood lining his ankles. Candy-apple red. A mutant. But that's not what Nepeta sees. She never would see him as a mutant, even if some silly hemospectrum said otherwise. In fact, she could even consider such a color... beautiful.]

[Of course, she keeps her mouth shut. That's another subject he could use to argue with her, and she'd rather not arouse his temper.]

Karkitty, stop it. If you're supposed to be my purresent, then you need to at least listen to me because I want to make you feel better again.

[Even after all this time, Karkat still viewed the bright cherry red as more of a stigma than as anything beautiful. It was a mark that said he was an outcast, an abomination, that he shouldn't even exist. It was about as far from 'beautiful' for him as a long-lasting quadrant was to Ampora.]

[But since Nepeta didn't bring up his blood, he also kept his mouth shut. Because why bother bring up a subject he knew would end badly?]

[He did growl at her persistence, but soon he huffed and deflated.] Fine, fuck. You got me there.

Hee-hee!, I win. Be right back.

[And Nepeta rushed off around a corner to get some things, leaving Karkat alone on the respiteblock for the moment. Knowing he had grown so accustomed to taking orders from others had put her both in a good spot and a difficult one. She didn't want to treat him the way others had, not in that same abusive way, but darn it, if he wasn't going to cooperate, she figured she would just have to resort to that. She could've resorted to a pap-shush, but since she hadn't done much of that before, she doubted it would be effective.]

[She returned not too much later with a wet cloth, the steam rising from it indicating that it was soaked in hot water, some cloth bandages, and a small, unlabeled bottle. The kitty shipper returned right to Karkat's feet, sinking to her knees to reach his ankles. After placing the items down, she held onto the cloth with one hand, while the other rested gently on Karkat's knee. A silent way to say, 'Yes, this might hurt, don't hesitate to grab my hand if you need comfort.' The hand holding the warm cloth would then make contact with his raw skin, dabbing at it with the utmost care.]

[Of course, even with her tenderness, she half-expected some loud curses at the initial heat before the cloth would feel more soothing.]

[Karkat hadn't moved far while Nepeta was gone, but when she returned he looked up, spotting the materials in her hands. Well, it looked like she was willing to go all the way with cleaning his wounds, especially if that was a bottle of what he thought it was. The look on her face and the way she rested a hand on his knee told him that yes, that was exactly what he thought it was.]

[While he braced himself for the familiar sting, he couldn't stop the sharp hiss of pain he let out as the liquid disinfected his wounds.]

Ah, fuck...!! [He dug his claws into her sheets, his teeth clenched in a grimace. Fuck, fuck, it hurt bad, even with her being gentle.]

Shh! It's okay, calm down.

[Nepeta knew that it was going to sting, both from the temperature of the water and the medicine that she had mixed in with it. As he grimaced, she tightened her hold on his knee, only applying slight pressure with her claws. Not at all to cause discomfort, but to get his attention so he could relax.]

[She was quick in her care, yet didn't relieve him of the smallest bit of attention. She'd dab at his ankles, cleaning his wounds, before pulling the stopper out of the bottle and covering her fingers with a bit of liquid, a cooling sensation reaffirming that she had grabbed the right medicine. Next, her fingers would move over his wounds, delicately massaging the liquid into his ankles, before she went to the roll of bandages, tearing at them with a swift tug before wrapping them around him.]

[When she had finally finished, she placed the bottle down and looked back up at him. Her chin even came to rest on his unoccupied knee.]

Sorry that hurt. Does it feel any better?

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