bakerstreet | The Slave Auction Meme

The Slave Auction Meme

â§ 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.
â§ Respond to others with one of the scenarios below or feel free to make up your own.
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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.

Snagged from here.

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[open to both but preference to being a slave]

She was getting so flustered, but the color in her cheeks and the way her voice quivered just right... Konoka found it so cute.

So, for the first time since Sonja had actually been in her house, Konoka gave a genuine smile.

While she stroked the girl's hair now, the brunette answered her question. "There's a guest room right next to mine, so we'll outfit it to make it yours. Unfortunately it'll be a little sparse given short notice, but it'll be to your comfort~"

"Good..." Her own space, but not too far away.

"Am I allowed my own possessions? Will it have internet access?"

Hanzo tapped away for a few more minutes, then passed the phone over to Vincent. It was open to the restaurant's website. "Order whatever you want for dinner." He wasn't about to try to guess what Vincent wanted, and giving him the phone was going to be easier than twenty questions.

Otherwise, the drive to Hanzo's place was quiet. They were dropped off at the curb to a huge apartment building. It looked new, and was glittering glass and chrome. Hanzo nodded to the doorman, and led the way across the lobby to the elevators. The bags of shopping would be brought up by the apartment staff shortly, so Hanzo didn't bother grabbing any.

He let them into his apartment. Unlike the outside, the inside was all warm walls and wood. He stepped out of his shoes at the genkan and up onto perfectly polished dark hardwood floors. The far wall was floor to ceiling windows with a view of the nighttime city.

"Welcome home," Hanzo said, hanging his coat up on the hook and throwing his suit jacket over the back of one of the chairs at the table.

Vincent took a bit before ordering, trying not to pick something too spicy as he wasn't sure what his threshold was, but also wanting to try something that sounded good so he picked the place's signature dish.

After ordering, he watched the scenery go by, content with the quiet. He was with his master now.

He only took his new plush inside, holding them close as he gaped around at the fancy lobby, though followed close behind Hanzo. It was quite luxurious. With no shoes to step out of, he hesitated before stepping onto the hardwood floor. His hooves clip-clopped lightly along it. He'd definitely need those socks in the future to avoid scratching everything up.

For now, he was just cautious and stayed on the carpet as much as possible. The place was quite lovely, he could hardly ask for a better home.

Hanzo watched Vincent click across the hardwood - it was obvious he was trying to be careful on the floor. "I'll order some rugs," he said. He would also have to convert the office into a bedroom, which was also a rather minor thing, but important. "I'm going to take a shower, go ahead and explore. Let the porter in when he comes in." He pulled a fifty from his wallet. "This is for the food. No change back." Then he headed out of the living room. A few minutes, the sound of the water started up.

Sure enough, there was a knock on the door only a few minutes later, and it was the porter, the bags of shopping in a wheeled cart. He hardly blinked at Vincent, obviously used to pets having the run of the house. "Where do you want the bags?" he asked, starting to unpack the cart, waving away any attempt at helping Vincent might have made.

"That's a little fast," Konoka said. "There will probably be something, but my family is going to be paranoid about you for a little while. You are a military genius, after all." And while that didn't always translate into intelligence elsewhere, it at the very least told her that she wasn't dealing with someone who was an idiot. "I'll make no promise about it, but I'll see what we can do."

"In the meantime," Konoka said, opting to rub her suggestively again. "Let's take off your clothes."

She always had the key for the cuffs in her sleeve, and began to unlock them, if only so she can better make her strip.

Vincent felt a little self-conscious at that and was about to tell him he had socks to wear and Hanzo need not go out of the way to change things. But then he was handing him money and going to shower.

It was okay. He was an unexpected gift and Hanzo had had a lot on his plate today. It wouldn't always be like this.

He hoped.

Setting the two plush down on the sofa, he wandered around a bit before he heard the knock and he trotted to the door to open it up. He did try to help but the porter waved him off so he stopped.

"I'm not sure, I guess over there" he said pointing to the couch.

The fact the guy didn't glance twice at him though did say a lot...Had Hanzo had pets before?

He handed over the money telling him it was all for him no change as Hanzo instructed.

After the man left, he unpacked their food. Everything smelled amazing. He plated it up, able to quickly find plates and cutlery in the kitchen, and though clean, it looked as though it'd rarely been used. Hanzo must eat out a lot, he thought, setting up their food at the low table and managed to find and start to make some tea by the time Hanzo reappeared.

Haha, right. She just talked Konoka into letting her be a sex slave. She kind of got high on victory there.

Her face burned brightly as the chains came off, and soon afterward, her clothes. It was a rather plain uniform that was assigned to her while she was going through the auction system, a grey button up and shorts over some plain panties and a sheer white chemise, no bra.

She was being undressed by a complete stranger, and even if logically she'd signed up for this the reality was quite a bit scarier. This was putting thoughts to actions, theory to reality. She was actually trembling a little bit, but she was also getting extremely, undeniably wet.

No!?

The cloth finds his chest in a slow, circling caress that has Fae's back back bowing sharply away, but Keelan's hand cradled behind his head keeps him more or less in place. Another huff, low and warm, burst past his lips against Keelan's shoulder. He's valiantly resisting a growing urge to bite it in retaliation.

Does he like it?

Yeah...?

He doesn't know. It feels good, sure, but the delicacy of it makes him anxious. He feels like a cornered animal, baring its fangs, but not truly threatened enough to bite first.

"Do I seem like someone who's ever bothered with customary behavior?" He laughs, raspy, and raises his head a little. "Maybe you can force it out of me," he dares, muttering against soft brown strands, "like you've been told to."

Typical. When he's at a loss, his default is to bait a fight.

Hanzo emerged from the bathroom in pajama pants and a t-shirt, then stopped short at the sight of food on plates at the table, silverware out. His hair was down, his beard ungroomed, and there was a towel around his neck still.

"Are you making tea?" he asked, surprise obvious in his voice.

Out of the suit, it was easy to see just how muscular he was, and there was a dragon tattoo curling around his left arm, its head opened in a snarl at his wrist.

Hanzo was used to eating out of the takeout containers while working on something or another, not having it plated neatly at the table with fresh tea made for him. It was not expected but also not unwelcome. "Thank you," he said, then settled down at the table cross-legged to eat.

"Right because you've been so damn gentle," Stiles argued back but he didn't put up a fight. He nodded at Derek's words and waited for the werewolf to release him. Derek might have saved Stiles from a worse fate but right then to Stiles, Derek was the worse fate.

Vincent's ears perked when Hanzo reappeared and he nodded with a smile.

Oh my. He stared a bit longer than necessary at Hanzo's lovely chest and the beautiful dragon tattoo on his arm.

He snapped himself out of it at the thank you and he nodded again, tail giving a small happy flutter, glad he'd gone the little extra mile to prep things.

The deer poured them both steaming cups before digging into the hot food. It was quite delicious. Spicy, but not overwhelming.

They ate and drank in silence a bit before Vincent brought up what had been on his mind since the porter came.

"Have you...had pets before?" he asked

"I will be if you behave," Derek informs him, releasing Stiles from the choke hold. He gathers up the leash yet again and starts for the car.

It was almost hilarious how naive the other man was. Maybe he had been doing this for longer than he thought, but there were more ways to break a man than by torturing them. Keelan didn't bother to correct his assumption, both of them knowing the truth of the matter. Why else would a new slave be tossed into the room with someone of more experience? Furthermore, Keelan had been told by their master himself what his job was.

"I suppose not. You seem more like a savage than anything." Keelan said, the nail of his thumb brushing harshly over the other man's nipple, as if to punctuate exactly what he meant. "The sort of man who expects brutality from everyone. What if I'm unwilling to give it?"

He moved around the other man, starting to wash his back and buttocks. As the cloth dipped between the man's cheeks to brush over his entrance, he continued to speak. "Maybe I just want to slow fuck you, keeping you on the edge but never letting you teeter over until you beg me to cum."

Huh. She doesn't react at all to his baiting. That either means she's pretty hard to ruffle, or she's one of those people who's calm on the outside right up until they snap. Tony doesn't like the second type - they're dangerous, and unpredictable. Still, he's dealt with people like that before. He can deal with it again.

Then she starts talking, and all Tony's plans go out the window.

His expression shifts from insolent to wary when she tells him about people being murdered - he's not sure why she's telling him about it. So she does some kind of spook work, or maybe something illegal, but what's it to him? What exactly is she expecting him to do? What did she buy him for?

When she mentions his name, though, his face shuts down. His hands clench around his teacup. "What do you mean?" His voice is tight, hard, uninflected. He's angry.

Edited 2016-10-01 07:07 (UTC)

[That was exactly what she wanted to hear and just the confirmation and the possibilities from that sounded like bells for her, and made the tendril sliding against Sonja's cheek and then curling around her jaw grow slightly... slight?

Jysmyr shook her head and pulled it back, settled both of the separated tentacles back into the mass that masqueraded as her hair.]

We'll see. I like that name... [And both the name and its owner was very, very cute. Focus, Jysmyr. Frowning thoughtfully, she cast a look around the room, and considered the situation.]

I think my business can wait. Whatever the reason I was gifted you, there'll be some expectations... and there's a few more things I want to mention, but not here.

[That said, she turned around and went for the exit - this was merely one of those nearly empty, sort-of-lounge rooms that were scattered around the auction, and not really conductive to anything particularly intimate. At least not if you wanted to be comfortable, which Jyrmyr would rather be.]

[ Sonja walks after Jysmyr obediently. She's not restrained, although she wears a collar with the Dollhouse's logo on it. She's wearing a simple red button up dress with some plain panties and some matching red slipper shoes. ]

Thanks, my parents gave it to me. [ A joke attempt..? ]

[ She was definitely curious what those extra expectations were, but she was patient enough to wait. ]

[ ooc: Would you be interested in Jessica as slave #6, going undercover because she heard rumors about someone else with mind control powers? ]

[ ooc: How about slave #6, getting caught by this guy and his powers and ending up #3? ]

Possibly for the first time since he'd buried his brothers, Vayne laughed.

No doubt it would startle Tifa to hear it (he was a man normally given, at best, to thin smiles and the occasional smirk of satisfaction), likely even angered her with its apparent mockery, but in truth, Vayne merely laughed at the irony that would have had a playwright racing for a quill and paper. He'd captured her by tempting her insurgence into battle, and now that she was his captive, with all escape cut off, she...did the same to him. Had Cid guessed after this potentiality as well?

Vayne's eyes played over her stance, and his chuckle quieted. Tifa faced him as though she were armored in scarletite plate, rather than adorned with a concubine's robe. It amused him...and enticed him. Perhaps not in the way she intended.

He wondered what it would be like, were they to spar and were he to prevail, no, dominate, completely and utterly. Overwhelm her. Vanquish her. Would she be flustered, even charmed, desperate to ignore the feelings that came to her in the heat of battle? Or would her eyes glisten with hate and frustration as she lay beneath him, defeated and helpless?

Vayne found either possibility put a rush in him that he could not deny.

"Bold words," he told Tifa quietly. "Let us discern if they are true as well...or at least discern your limits." He couldn't quite resist a barb at what some of Zangan's lesser students called their absurd attempts at Quickenings. He stepped again - but this time it was a step backward, as he slowly crossed over that spacious Galtean carpet to give his back to the window yawning into the warm night outside. That flicker of her eyes had evidently not escaped his attention. A fall from such height would mean certain death, even for his augmented body. Once more he felt that thrill flicker in his chest.

Vayne turned his broad-shouldered profile to Tifa, assuming his preferred stance. His eyes were bright with insolence over the curve of his shoulder, taking her battle-ready pose in, as though it were a sculpture he meant to treasure forever in his memory.

"Come and see then, daughter of Dalmasca. I mastered your arts. Just as I mastered your kingdom." His smile darkened, and his voice grew humid with lust. "Just as I will master you."

[ Sounds good to me! As long as you're cool with Jessica being immune. ]

[ Jessica will gladly help with burning the auction down. How does a team-up sound to you? ]

[Sounds good to me. You want to start, or shall I?]

Fae's glad Keelan's angle doesn't allow a clear view of his expression, because that threat caused a brief apprehension to skitter across it.

"Savage," he chuckles, then swallows, because there's nerves in his voice. "Thanks for the compliment."

Fast. Rough. Brutal. These are the things he knows, the things he's most comfortable with. He's good at what he does, but there's always a reason people want to be through with him quickly - his mouth, his attitude, his all too willing body. There's nothing to tease out when he's perfectly willing to give it away. He likes it, and it makes for the best experience - quick, hard, and to the point.

Those hands, fingers wrapped in damp cloth, glide their way down his back. He startles when they curve between his cheeks, chokes back the noise that tries to jump out of his throat.

His glare rolls sideways.

This guy.

Where's the fun in being slow? In drawing things out? He doesn't like the sound of that at all. This guy...Fae may have accidentally dug himself into something here that he's not sure he can snark his way out of.

"Beg?" He almost smiles. "I can count the number of times that's happened on one hand. Wouldn't even need to use all my fingers." He turns his head slightly to look over his shoulder, eyes lidded. "You gonna let me talk for that long?"

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