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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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And Stark becomes even more of an enigma with that answer.

There are at least thirty things Temugin thinks of to say, and all of them are completely out of line. Granted, he's been completely out of line before, but he doesn't want to start yet.

His gaze sweeps over Stark, continuing to assess him and his demeanor. Nobody had ever shown this kind of hesitation and uncertainty in front of him before.

"...I see."

No, he really doesn't."

"We had them when I was a child, still living in Japan. But when I moved here to work for my father, I did not have the time to have one. But a lot of people in the building do. Mostly exotics. A Pet is generally more expensive than an escort or prostitute, but they're always available, and their health and history are known, so for many here it is more viable, if they are unmarried."

Hanzo took a sip of his tea. It was alright, but not exactly how he liked it. Vincent would probably learn, though, if Hanzo taught him how he liked his tea.

"I am simply too busy. I spend very little time here," he gestured to the apartment. "I think this is the first time I have sat at this table eating off of a plate in... months, maybe." He took a bite of his Thai.

Vincent was a little relieved when he heard this apartment had not had the presence of another pet. Even deer pets were territorial and a home that had already been lived in by a pet meant everything had to be remarked. But as he was the first here, his scent would naturally settle into everything with no underlying layer of dog or cat to mix with it.

He stiffened a little at that last part. "Health and history are known". Maybe not so much for a certain deer in the room.

He'd learn how to make it how Hanzo liked, it'd been awhile since he made tea himself so a little practice and nudging from Hanzo would likely find the time far more satisfactory.

The place was dusted so obviously someone came in to clean up, which of course did mean a caretaker would be needed if he was to remain here on his own.

But Vincent would be content if not happier to be with Hanzo at the office until then though.

Savage wasn't meant as a compliment, but if that's how he chose to see it then who was Keelan to stop him? He didn't know the other slave and was as much a stranger as anyone else (discounting the guards and master) who came into his room. Though men like the other tended to be his favorites, if only because they knew how to screw so well.

Keelan moved to let the cloth fall back into the basin, done with cleaning the other man finally. That, and he was bored with it. His arms slid around him, fingers flitting over muscle as his head came to rest on his shoulder. Unabashed, he watched himself run delicate digits over muscles and lightly grip onto the other man's cock. He did nothing but absently stroke.

"This may come as a shock, but I'm enjoying our conversation." Not that it was a coherent conversation, or even an interesting one. But so rarely did he get a chance to talk and get to know the people who came into his room, that he was taking advantage of it now. "But maybe I won't get you to beg. Maybe I will--" Lips smoothed over the lobe of the other man's ear, parting long enough for him to suck ant ease before he spoke again. "You don't know what I'm capable of."

(It won't happen. Does Trip think he's the first to try? Since waking up in chains, Ed had been beaten and tortured, the traders doing everything they could knowing how hard an untrained slave could be to sell.

Somehow, Ed manages to stumble along, his feet still unstable from the electricity that felt like it had fried his nervous system. He won't show weakness. Even if his legs turn to mush, he'll figure out some way to make them move.)

I can walk, but you're more of an idiot than I thought if you think that means I'm going anywhere with you.

(He has pride. It burns in the depths of his eyes. He wasn't born rich or powerful or important, but he was born with intelligence, and he won't let someone chip away at him until he's nothing but a trained dog who parts his legs on command.)

You know what I can do, or you wouldn't have me in these damn cuffs!

"You'll have to sleep on the couch, but you can have the office. I don't use it anyways, and it's a nice size." Hanzo took another sip of his tea then told Vincent, "Next time, more leaves, and let it steep longer. I like it strong." He lifted his cup. "But this is good for now."

He scooped the last of his food into his mouth and pushed his plate away from him. "Let me find you a few blankets and a pillow." He stood and headed back towards the bathroom to the hall closet, poking through it until he came out with a few heavy blankets and an armful of pillows. "There's more pillows and blankets if you need, help yourself." He gestured to the closet. "Also the bathroom, my bedroom, the office, and the workout room." He pointed each direction.

Vincent made a mental note about the tea but was surprised by the sleeping arrangement.

"I...I'm not sleeping with you?" He asked. Even if their relationship never turned sexual, it was normal for the pet to sleep beside the master or mistress, especially if the human had no partner. This helped settle the pet into its new life as well as helped bond pet and owner together. Kept stress down for both parties too.

There was no scientific proof that keeping your pet out of your bed was negative for them, after all, married couples didn't sleep with a pet in the bed too. But they were alone. And, unknown to Hanzo, Vincent slept beside his mistress all the time so he'd come to expect it.

The fact he was being pushed to sleep on the couch was...disappointing.

Hanzo was brought up short by that. He'd never slept next to a pet, even when living in Japan. He'd slept with pets when he was much younger and it had been the easiest way to get to have sex, but had never done it... chastely.

"Is that... something you want?" It seemed like an odd thing to ask for, but it wasn't like they were going to have sex. "I'm not home every night, it might be easier to just sleep on your own." But there was no real reason to relegate Vincent to the couch, and it probably wasn't all that comfortable to be stuck there anyways.

"I bought you because you're interesting," Tony admits, giving Temugin that curious little cock of his head again. "I like interesting people." His smile and his confidence return. "I'm sure I'll come up with something equally interesting to do with you."

The elevator reaches its destination. The door opens onto a foyer, all sleek minimalist glass and metal and concrete. The view out over the Manhattan skyline is spectacular.

A small spiral staircase leads them up to Tony's... well, his entire floor. Two of them, actually. His living space is a split-level, open plan loft, with the main area looking out on an even more spectacular view of the city through a two-story wall of glass. It's, you know. What you'd expect of one of the richest men in the world.

"Here we are," Tony says lightly, apparently uninterested in impressing Temugin by showing off his sweet crib. He lives here. He forgets sometimes how ridiculous it is. "Your suite'll be down the hall." He gestures in the appropriate direction. He usually uses it as a guest suite, not... servant's quarters, but he doesn't know where else to put Temugin. "Bedroom, bath, kitchenette, study, all that. Should be fully stocked. If your stuff's not in there already, they'll deliver it soon." He glances back at Temugin. "I guess you'll have to get some new clothes, huh? I can call my tailor in tomorrow."

Tour accomplished, Tony starts heading for his bedroom, shucking his suit as he goes. Shoes kicked off, jacket shrugged off, tie undone. He thinks he'll change into lab clothes and try to get some work done; give Temugin some time to settle in.

Edited (the number of times I've had to correct Gene to Temugin is frankly embarassing) 2016-10-01 08:21 (UTC)

_{[The slave, almost certainly a prisoner, of war or just as a fugitive from Tevinter, depending on the point in his canon. He will not be docile. If you hit him, he will hit back.]}

He didn't think of that, Hanzo was likely going to busy for awhile yet and there would likely be nights where Hanzo didn't come home. But he'd made up his mind.

"Yes." He nodded. It was better to sleep beside him sometimes than not at all.

The idea of being banished to the couch would seem unfair too. He knew his master was a busy man but this small allowance would mean the man actually cared to have him around.

Enjoying it? That's a first. His mouth is usually the easiest thing to get him in trouble.

"Hopefully more than whispering in my ear," Fae grumbles, lifting his shoulder in an attempt to shrug Keelan off. His heart is still pounding with anxiety, and it worsens all the more when those skilled fingers glide over his cock, slow and lazy, teasing an arousal to life.

Fae tries to wrangle his breathing - why can't he shove the other away if he dislikes it so much? Even with his hands bound, he's not defenseless. "I liked it better when I came in and you were knocking me around, puffin' your chest out to show what a tough bitch you are." He laughs, but there's a frustration underlying the sound. "Made me wanna hit you more."

His head falls back over Keelan's shoulder, fingers twisting into the man's robes behind him as his golden eyes glare holes into the ceiling. "I mean, I still wanna hit you, but-"

His hips jump with one particularly daring stroke, cutting off his sentence.

He can't focus.

Keelan found himself amused to the point that a small chuckle fell from his lips. Laughing was such a rarity in his life, that it made him feel as though he should actually reward the other man. He could take the abuse if violence was something the other slave wanted to really follow through on, but did he want to lose his leverage and loose the ropes?

That was something he would have to consider.

"You want to fuck more." He finished for the other man, punctuating his words with a tighter grip and more firm strokes.

Lips latched onto the other man's neck, gently sucking. He hadn't bathed there, but he was pleasantly surprised by the lack of dirt as his tongue licked a line along delicate skin. Maybe he hadn't needed to clean him after all? Keelan couldn't say he was annoyed by having done it, though, given the fact he'd found a weakness to exploit.

He blew on the trail of wetness he'd left, and just as soon as his hands had been on the other man, they left. Instead, they were moving to the ropes that bound his hands together. "Why don't I make this easier for both of us, then?"

[ Just warning you, I'm totally canonblind, and age 16 is def my limit on this sort of meme, so ageing up is a good idea.

But other than that, go ahead. ]

Okay. This is impressive.

Temugin doesn't stand there in slack-jawed amazement, but he almost wants to. Only his years spent cultivating his cool demeanor stops him. He nearly snorts at the idea that he has 'stuff'. Possessions had been...discouraged, was a word for it, and nothing he'd had - a change of clothes - would compare to the life he would now be living.

Again, he asks himself, What am I doing here?

He's not sure what Stark means by 'something interesting'. He's not sure he wants to. But he knows he has to do what he has to do. No matter what. Again, a gilded cage was still a cage, and the life of a slave was one of obedience.

"Who fired that gun?" Kilgrave says irately, finally joining them as they had her pinned down.

The guard who had fired it raised his hand, kind of proudly. The pride wouldn't last long.

"Shoot yourself in the stomach," he said, flatly. The guard had a pale look on his face as he pointed the gun at his midsection and fired, groaning intensely.

"I said stop her not kill her, idiot." He walked closer to Jessica.

"Pick up Trish and put a gun to her head. If Ms. Hero here tries anything, pull the trigger." Then he was all affection, leaning over to give Jessica a hand to help her up. "Are you okay? You aren't badly hurt, are you?"

Jesus Christ. One minute, she's facing the floor, and the next, there's the sound of gunfire, along with a weapon aimed at Trish's head. And now Kilgrave is wearing a smile as he offers her a hand. She can barely process any of this.

As soon as he touches her, Jessica recoils and furrows her brow. After a moment, she rises to her feet without his help, taking a step back to maintain as much distance as possible.

"Let her go," she manages to say once she regains her composure. Her eyes glance over to the other woman, then the guard bleeding from his wound, before resting on Kilgrave again. "And call an ambulance. He needs help."

He opens his arms in exaggerated victimhood. "He shot you! Do you really expect me to just let that go?"

"And unfortunately Trish is staying here. I don't think we're on the best terms right now, and I'd like to make sure you don't do something you'll regret." At the very least, he'll ensure she regrets it.

Jessica scoffs sharply, still perplexed by his reaction. After abandoning him, she expected anger, even vengeance. But this? She doesn't know what to think. Wasn't he going to kill her? Or did he want to torture her first? How in the hell is he even alive?

Looking at him warily, she exhales. Her posture is stiff, and the tension is apparent in her shoulders. "I won't do anything. But he's gonna die if he doesn't get to a hospital. Now."

Victory was a harsh mistress. Konoka was only mildly better in the worst circumstances, so it was best that she didn't press for too much.

Konoka had cast the chains aside, and then peeled away all the clothing. Looking at Sonja's rather vulnerable body stirred something inside her, enough that she first reached her fingers to rub against that slit, all while leaning closely against her. "You're really excited, huh? I never thought I'd run across someone who'd find themselves turned on from being owned by someone."

Fae's heart skips - Keelan is releasing him?

He's not sure how that happened, one moment he's squirming beneath Keelan's mouth, arching his throat away from lips that are far too warm and soft, and then the next...

The ropes slip from his skin, and Fae wastes no time wrenching his body around, ripping himself from Keelan's talented mouth and shoving an arm against the man's windpipe - pinning him to the wall behind them.

He holds him there for a moment, wonders at the lack of fear on the other's face. Maybe he's used to this type of treatment, too.

Or, more likely, he's right. Fae is more interested in fucking than hurting him.

"I can't tell which one of us is the stupid one here." His arm falls lower, allowing Keelan to breathe easier. "You, for letting me go." He lets up a little, only to shove his palm against Keelan's chest instead, forcing him back as his own eyes narrow. "Or me, for not beating your face in."

A small smirk curls Fae's lips as he leans in, presses his mouth against Keelan's and mutters against it, "You're lucky I'd rather put my mouth on you than my fist."

Far too used to it, for Keelan's liking. Violence wasn't a foreign concept at all, clients often taking their frustrations out on him. So, when the other man pins him, he sadly does not flinch or give inclination that pushing him against the wall and blocking his breath was painful. Neither does he look disinterested in the power behind the other man's actions. If nothing else, he looks like he enjoys it.

"Maybe we're both stupid." He mumbles back, drawing the other man into a deeper kiss only a second later. Hands easily find hips, tugging him all the closer as Keelan spreads his legs enough for them to fit together. He could feel the press of hard cock against him, and that was possibly the most exciting thing to him at the moment. The confirmation that body and mind met in their common goal to fuck.

"I'm far from being a delicate flower," Hips moved, grinding against the other slave to entice him more. "obviously you're the same. So, tell me. What do you really want, do you want to fuck the best or be fucked by the best?"

"Aaaa," Sonja said as the last of her clothes were removed, culminating in a very surprised, "AH!" when Konoka touched her sex. She could see that Konoka was not shy about this at all.

"It's not- that uncommon, is it?" There's like that big blockbuster movie that's like all about it except half of it was a really boring creepy white guy instead of an attractive leather-clad domme.

Stiles had a smart remark regarding Derek's words but he kept them to himself because his face already hurt from the werewolf's hard hits. He did let out a breath and followed Derek as his new master led him towards a car.

Derek was clearly going to be different from his other masters and Stiles was no longer sure he would be able to out last the werewolf. He would have to give it a bit more time before he tried to make his daring escape.

Derek would end up keeping the new pet on severe lock down for the first few weeks at least. He'd stay in one room and one room only. He knew he wouldn't be able to trust Stiles with anything if this is how he was going to act before he even got him home.

When they got in the car Derek opened the passenger door for him, pulling out a set of leather cuffs. "Get in and put your seatbelt on."

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The Slave Auction Meme

tony do you ever think things through

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literally never, why do you ask

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LIFESTYYYYLES OF THE RICH AAAAND FAMOOOOUUUSSSSS

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