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.


Snagged from here.

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(I promise they won't all be this long lol, just got stung!)

[thereinsofhistory]

It still felt strange to sleep in the bed of a king. The royal bedchamber of Rabanastre was no longer royal, yes, but its lavish furnishings were the same that King Raminas had enjoyed just two years past. Vayne regarded it as he removed his armor for the night and poured himself a glass of Valendian red. The curtains trapped in the amber light of the chamber, wafting in the breeze from the open window, and the covers were soft as Coeurl fur, and the bed itself was broad enough to seat a pack of them as well. Perhaps it had not been made in Raithwall's time, but it was surely made for it.

I killed the king who slept here. Now I sleep in his bed. Someday I may even take a woman to it. Vayne snorted softly as he took a sip of wine. Would that part ever be in the history books, he wondered?

He was still pondering it when a knock at the door, and the familiar click of armored boots, announced a visitor. That he heard no protests from the guards posted outside told him who it was. Our loyal hound. Though he was now clad only in his belted trousers, Vayne turned and greeted the Judge Magister as the doors swung open for him. "Gabranth," he said evenly. "I was preparing to retire for the evening."

Gabranth had at least the courtesy to salute. "My apologies, Lord Vayne." His voice was unhappy behind his helm, but then, Vayne mused, when wasn't he? "I have been charged to bring you a - a gift, this evening. An offering from Doctor Cid, to commemorate your new consulship."

This took Vayne by surprise. "And what sort of gift does the good Doctor have in mind?"

"A..." The Judge Magister paused to cast a glance over his armored shoulder to guards waiting behind him, and then turned his masked face again to Vayne. "An insurgent, Your Excellency. One of our vagrant princess' allies, captured during the attempt on your life six nights past. She was to be sent to Nalbina with the rest, but the Doctor saw fit to have her given to you instead. She..." Gabranth grunted. "In his words, Your Excellency...'she has bathed and attired appropriately, befitting the handmaiden of a Dynast-King.'"

Now Vayne's surprise actually made it to his face. Had Cid sent him a bedwarmer? He felt a murmur of indignation in his thoughts, which quieted after a moment's consideration. Though he had been made offers as Consul, the prestige (and plotting) of his new station had left him little time to seek release. Even his martial practice hadn't quite sufficed. Again he thought of the bed of kings behind him, warm and inviting. Cid surely knows me too well.

"Very well," he said after a time. "Bring her in."

Gabranth nodded, beckoning the hoplites at his back. And Vayne prepared himself with another sip of wine, wondering just what sort of woman could make the good Doctor so insistent on sending to serve him...

[purpleintheface]

"The American dream." In the form of being sold into slavery. "Well, I promise you'll be a lot better off as my slave than most of the rabble chained to minimum wage drudgery. The finest suits, the finest wines, the finest restaurants, the only thing I require in return is your absolute obedience and gratitude." Very reasonable, in his opinion.

That was about when the car stalled. "Well someone's getting fired," he mumbled. He meant with literal fire.

[im_gonna_heal_u]

"Depends! Are you snarking out of stress or is that your usual reaction? Can't always tell just from one meeting," Konoka said. She peered closer at her, having remembered that she had been blushing earlier, and not all of that had gone away. The sight of it made Konoka's cheeks color as well. "You seem to be blushing a lot. Are you okay? I bet I'm missing something here, aren't I?" She did tend to do that.

[staticsurge]

It sounded like a pretty good deal. As far as indentured servitude went. And she was prepared to do whatever it took to get to stay in America.

"I can do that," she promised.

And then the car stalled.

Oh no. Noriko's brow creased, and she looked a lot more anxious than the situation really merited. It wasn't her car, or her ass on the line. Or was it? Her thoughts were starting to run maddeningly quick.

"That. Um...that might be me, actually." she volunteered guiltily, and when she lifted her hand to plead said guilt a small spark jumped between her fingers.

Agatsuma Soubi | Loveless | OTA, m/m preferred

[preloved]

[A slave, through and through. Utterly loyal and desperate to be accepted by his master, even if he might be a bit childish if his master gives him any room to be himself.

2, 3, 4 and 7 work for him. Any of the Master options work.]

[anormalironlife]

Stark will admit that he normally doesn't buy slaves. Tony is actually against slave labor in all its many forms, but what's he going to do? Change the world?

... Well, actually, yes. Being Iron Man is good enough to do that. Crap, he's going to have to tell Gene about the whole Iron Man Schtick, isn't he? That's one step closer to his Dad knowing, and that's Not A Good Idea.

So, what's he supposed to be talking about next?

"Well, hopefully, you won't find the work too arduous." Tony says, brightly. "It'll mainly be light housekeeping, and occasionally accompanying me out." He shrugs. "Other than that, you can hang out in the house." And do what you want. But he doesn't say that, because Tony's not an idiot. Well, not wholly an idiot.

"Is there anything you like to do?"

[commandandcontrol]

"No!" She crossed her arms defensively and turned her head away in a huff.

"I think it's fair to be upset and... you're making lewd jokes, it's leaving me- it's innappropriate."

Akame Nisei | Loveless | OTA, m/m preferred

[pointlesspower]

[A slave, and one that acts like he has sass but really, he has no backbone. Masters that completely grind down his sense of self will have an easy time getting him to do anything.

He works well for 1, 3, 4 and 7. Masters under 1, 2, 4, and even 6 will work!]

yesss good

[willyousee]

Alcuin watches the young man curiously from his vantage of four years and a civilized birth. ....this is not what he had expected for his twenty-second birthday. Nor is it, strictly speaking, entirely polite. But he cannot turn him back and, truthfully, nor does he want to. No one should be enslaved to that idiot.

Still.... he may have to be careful with this one. "Forgive me," he says quietly, speaking as he would to a peer instead of a slave, "but I don't believe I was given your name. What ought I to call you?"

Sheska | Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood | OTA

[librariansheart]

[Slave 1, 2, 3, 6, 7 Master 2, 5, 6]

[purpleintheface]

Intriguing. "You can't fully control them, then. What are they, exactly?"

The driver was trying to turn the engine over still.

[im_gonna_heal_u]

"Leaving you what?" Konoka asked. As kindly as she was, and as much as she had no desire to exploit inappropriateness, the Konoe heir also had zero sense of personal space, and it was doubtful that she would care even if Sonja wasn't a slave. "Do lewd jokes excite you that way, or was it something I said?"

She drifted back, now in a bit of thought. Society would dictate that Konoka could 'use' Sojna however she wanted. But that felt wrong to her given the concept of human rights. But did that hold true if Sonja liked it? How could she remain as ethical as possible given the situation she and her family were in?

"Either way, I'd rather not be inappropriate," she said, nodding sagely with her advice. If Sonja had more to say, she figured she'd interject then.

[staticsurge]

"Not really. I can suppress it a bit with drugs." It worked well enough on the street, enough to keep her from draining anything too badly, or discharging in the middle of a crowd. "I absorb electricity. And then-" It crackled with a violent snap between her fingers, and she shifted so that she was further away from her new master. Shocking him on top of ruining his car wasn't gong to leave a good first impression.

[commandandcontrol]

She did like it, conceptually, sexually, but this was her life now, she was owned, and... well, if she was going to be sexual with Konoka it was going to be because she decided she wanted to be.

If she could help it, at least.

So she buckled down hard on her blushing and pushed the thoughts away and straightened up and put on all the strength of her ex-royal airs.

"It doesn't matter. I apologize for the 'snarkiness,' and I promise my mouth won't be an issue for you."

[purpleintheface]

"Drugs. I can do drugs. What are you used to?" It did make him think that it sounded like an unconscious thing. He wondered if she'd tried meditation?

[staticsurge]

"Downers. Valium mostly." It was almost certainly unconscious, but Noriko had very little understanding of her powers or how they worked. She'd spent most of her time since they'd manifested trying to deal with them rather than understand them. "It slows it all down."

[im_gonna_heal_u]

Konoka gave a smile at that. "Apology accepted!" she said as if she were accepting something from a friend.

"We're gonna have to order you new clothes, though," Konoka said. "I don't imagine you can wear that all day, and I don't have anything that would fit you. And it would be a bit extreme and unfair to force you to run around naked... I prefer pretty clothes anyway." But she was having a time remembering what she actually pulled her into her room for. Maybe she *thought* she had clothes that fit her...

"Oh, I'd need your sizes!" Konoka said, as if the idea had slapped her, and at once she scrambled to find some measuring tape.

sévérine | skyfall.

[peur]

[ slave: 2, 3 or possibly 7. ]

[pinkreaver]

Superior? So what is he, like, the one who's Master's favorite? The head bitch in charge?

The force of his back smacked against the floor knocks the wind out of him, but Fae manages a short laugh at his own joke before sucking the air back into his lungs. "It's not fat cocks that I have a problem with," he says, grunting as he shifts to sit up. "It's prissy bitches like you who think they're gonna shove me around." A quick glance at the floor around him and he gives a wry smile, hangs his head. "This doesn't count."

He tests his restraints, wincing as the ropes cut into his skin.

"Superior," Fae spits. He blows a pink bang out of his eye and levels the other man with a cheeky grin. "It's real easy to call yourself that with your underling tied up. Don't think you could keep your superiority if I had your teeth around my fist?"

[purpleintheface]

Wow. "How the hell were you getting Valium on the street?" Sounded like she had some skills besides manipulating electricity.

[commandandcontrol]

Don't think about running around naked in chains. Don't think about running around naked in chains. Oh god it was so hard.

The clink of the chains was turning her on. "Can I... get the chains off... please?"

Hurry.

[shadowblends]

[The possessor continued rattling off his abilities: perfect camouflage in shadows, prehensile tail, infrared vision, surface adhesion ... Kurt wanted to mention his other abilities - the ones that were less impressive, but he knew not to talk unless spoken to and Ezio's attentive gaze was what he showed more interest in.

His heart stuttered as the slaver went quiet and the man moved toward them, digits curling into loose fists at his sides. He held his breath at a hand coming toward him, trying his hardest to not flinch away--

Though, it smoothed through his hair and the younger male released a breath of relief, throat clicking dryly in response before his lips parted so he could answer.]

Ja, I-I can. I am-- [A pause, overt bewilderment on his features at the maintained eye contact.] Sir.

[cazamitad]

[ I... I am going to just.... make some shit up here... HAVE A PRESENT ALCUIN. ]

Aña was not born into this. When she was little, she lived with her mama and papa and was free and happy. But when your parents are trying to take down bad people, and those bad people kill your mama and take you far far away and sell you to a slaver...

Well, you don't get to stay free and happy.

Her last master was a bit of a tinkerer and experimenter, and she though she'd kept a bit of sass to her through the early days of her captivity, she learned that it was better to stay silent and not draw attention when he decided to test his plans for a magically-powered replacement limb and punish her for talking back at the same time by removing her arm and replacing it with his prototype. To his credit, it worked, and he also replaced it with better versions as his design got better. And to her credit, Aña learned her lesson and didn't talk back after that. Or, really, talk hardly at all.

But he'd died, recently, in a lot of debt, and among the belongings sold to pay it off was a dark-haired, metal-armed young adult slave. She was purchased as a gift - why she isn't sure - and now she's being delivered. It's probably intended as a subtle insult - gift the slave that no one wanted to buy because no one knows how to keep her magical arm working and so she could be down to one working arm at any moment. Or maybe it's just for the novelty.

She shakes her head to try to silence the thoughts, minimizing the chance that she'd say something stupid (or anything at all), and focuses on the stone under her bare feet, standing where she was told to wait.

It will be okay. Maybe this master won't be so bad. Ay dios mio, she was probably completely screwed.

[6thdimensionhybrid]

Oh. [That's not... quite the noise that slipped out, as surprise, a little bit relief and perhaps a bit of desire stained her dark cheeks slightly... purple?

Hard to see in the light, honestly. Shifting on her feet, Jysmyr nodded slowly. At least that meant she hadn't just been saddled with someone truly unfortunate, if she was here on a second, willing term.

Honestly, she shouldn't consider it, but she's only human (well, partially, anyway), and the blushing was adorable.]

That makes things easier, all things told. [Letting herself breathe in Sonja's scent for the first time properly, it brought up a strain of something stringed and a soft drumbeat - almost but not quite military march. Interesting.]

Any particular stipulations you've included in your contract this time? Especially considering you might not have expected being gifted.

[Undoubtedly she had an email with all relevant information and paperwork from her benefactor, but Jysmyr felt like asking directly - it'd tell her more. This time, the circle she made around Sonja was slower, more genuinely considering what she was seeing.

And again, she had a job to do here and she shouldn't really consider this seriously, but... well.]

[willyousee]

[He is so puzzled!! XD]

Alcuin was priviledged enough to be freed and adopted as a child, unlike poor Aña, and now that he is old enough to inherit he keeps getting the strangest gifts. Why would anyone familiar with him think that he would want a slave? And yet... here she is. Poor thing.

He steps forward till she can get a good look at his face if she looks up, but allowing her to have some space. "Hello... I understand that I am your master now. I would be happier if you called me by my name, though, especially in the house. I am Alcuin. What is it that you would like to be called?" He asks gently, keeping his hands open, relaxed, and visible.