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.

Comments

[wrathfulkhan]

Well, he has no idea how a bracelet denoting you as property could be in good taste, but today's just been full of surprises, hasn't it.

Stark's texting, so Gene takes the opportunity to go purchase his new wardrobe. May as well look spiffy on the Starks' dime, right? Or at least not like crap.

"Is something wrong?" he asks, returning to Tony with his purchases.

[agentxthirteen]

She'd make a face at him if her face didn't hurt enough with no expression at all.

Tony Stark. Tony Stark. She appraises him anew. She's heard of Tony Stark. Everyone's heard of Tony Stark. She's just... never gone looking for his pictures. Always had too many other things to do.

She'd always thought he would be older.

Her temper flares when he tells her to hold still - it isn't a passing phrase, he means it. And under the circumstances, she does not want to listen, doesn't want to obey.

But she doesn't really have time to consider her alternatives before he sprays her with the aerosol, and she closes her eyes and bites down on the hiss of pain. It isn't as if wound treatment is new to her.

Once he's done, she sinks back into her seat, even more confused than before. What the hell is Tony Stark going to do with her? He thinks she's nothing more than a slave, and he obviously isn't... anti-slavery.

How does a mega-rich tech guru know how to patch people up?

"So if you don't see any use for me, and since I was so cheap, why not just... give me my freedom?" Is she speaking too openly? Too loudly? It's not as if she's ever been a slave negotiating for her freedom before. She's not entirely clear how this is supposed to go.

[anormalironlife]

"Hmm." Tony isn't sure. "It's probably nothing." He puts the phone away and looks at the bags. "Get everything?" He's not worried about the money, really.

"We're going home." Tony sighs. His father wants to talk to him.

"C'mon." He leads the way to another cab, his mind turning over several things at once.

[starksolutions]

Tony smiles back. "Well, if you do, the AI recognizes voice commands." He gestures vaguely, indicating that the whole place is AI-enabled. "She'll hook you up. Okay— gotta run." He's cutting it close on time. He's lucky he doesn't have to commute.

---

He returns as promised several hours later, looking a little less crisp but somehow still stylish. 'Deliberately tousled business formal' is a good look for him. "I really hate those," he complains, though he doesn't actually seem all that annoyed. Maybe eating a real meal for breakfast instead of coffee and whatever's lying around has put him in a good mood.

He's carrying a small assortment of items, and he waves Gene over to the kitchen island and spreads them out. "Phone, tablet." He pushes the devices over to Gene. They're brand new, top-of-the-line Stark products. "You've got my number programmed in, and Trish. Steven's the guy who runs the fleet, so give him a call if you need a ride. Mina coordinates the household staff. Grocery orders go through her, and if the oven explodes or whatever, she'll get it fixed." He slides over the next item. "ID card." It's Gene's government photo ID, newly issued to reflect his change of ownership.

Two more plastic cards joins the pile. "Credit card, if you feel like hitting the Fulton Fish Market and personally communing with the sushi. Go wild." Tony knows chefs can be incredibly snobby about their ingredients, and he doesn't have a problem with Gene spending a little extra money hand-picking his. "Just don't try anything funny with it, our personal accountant is scary, and might be a mutant with some kind of finance-based superpower. This one's yours," he says, indicating the second card. "Discretionary allowance is $500 a month, to start. Anything you don't spend is credited to your account, so don't worry about stuffing cash under your mattress."

There's one item left on Tony's side of the island - an unassuming metal bracelet - but he leaves it untouched for now.

"You're on for regular meals, minus whatever my schedule says I'm not around for. Other than that, you're on your own. You're free to come and go, just check in and out with whoever's at the desk downstairs. You can take religious holidays," as per federal regulations, "and personal days are on request, with two weeks notice. The tailor will be here at 3."

Phew. That was quite a spiel to run through. Tony smiles at Gene. "Sound good? Did I miss anything?"

Re: 6 and I'm gonna go nuts with it

[fallenhunter79]

Dean kept his head down, hanging in defeat as the bastards moved around him and the other cages set up through out the crowd, chit chatting and drinking whine and laughing. If Dean wasn't in chains he'd have burnt the place to the ground. Occasionally he could feel people reach between the cars of the cage, stroking his hip or tracing down the nasty scares on his body from his previous owner. He hoped that'd be enough to scare people away from buying him, nobody wanted damaged goods.

He flinched at every touch, growling and turning his body in the cage to avoid it but not enough to get the attention of his handlers, he didn't want another shock. He risked looking up for just a moment, knowing he couldn't make eye contact but for a moment he swore he saw his brother standing over him. He stared wide eyed before remembering himself and quickly curling up again. That wasn't Sam...Sam was gone, he had to stop seeing him everywhere.

[second_son83]

Did Dean... Dean didn't recognize him did he? And Sam couldn't take his eyes away. So much so that one of his friends took notice.

"Looks like our Sammy boy has his eyes on someone," one of his male comrades says with a grin, flinging his arm over Sam's broad shoulders.

Sam quickly shushed him, picking up the pen that was attached to Dean's silent auction clipboard and quickly signed his name and price he'd pay. Only one other bidder. Good. He couldn't just bust Dean out of here. He knew he'd have to buy him. How the hell did Dean end up here like this? How the fuck did his big brother end up at a vampire slave house in fucking Germany?

"Well he isn't bad looking. Little banged up though. You sure you want him? He looks dangerous," his friend said, reaching in and running a finger along a scar on Dean's back.

"Don't touch him," Sam said sharply, yanking his friend's hand back.

[starksolutions]

Tony is amazed by her boldness. It's been obvious this whole time that she's not meek, but outright demanding her freedom... that probably would have gotten her beaten by any of the other buyers in that auction house.

"Why you?" he asks. "Why not either of the other two I bought today? Or anyone else in the auction? I could spend everything I have buying and freeing slaves - and it wouldn't make a dent. Would make a nice big statement, but not much of a difference, and then I'd be broke and all my employees would be out of work."

He puts the first aid kit back under the seat. "Or I could free a lot more slaves by giving them something to do that earns me money and helps them buy their own freedom. Win-win. Capitalism at work." He gives her a wry smile. "Call me shallow, but I'd rather keep my nice lab and penthouse than earn a pat on the head from the history books for making a statement."

He leans back in his seat and crosses his arms. "So. Why you? You want me to just hand you your freedom - what makes you so special?"

1/2 matthew was such a joke i'll tell u bout it when i can hop on Discord (but ty for worrying ;; )

[pinkreaver]

That's not good.

"Shit," Fae doesn't even bother to try pulling at the door himself, he's already looking for other options. There isn't enough time to go searching for another exit, Fae was too frustrated when he was first brought in to focus on his surroundings or mark exits. He usually has more time in the environment to plan for things like this but their decision to run together happened so quickly, he was putting his bets on Keelan's knowledge of the layout - if this was the only way Keelan knew, then this was the only option they had.

If he had the right tools, a locked door would only be small hurdle, but aside from their thin clothes and the silk sack of oils and ornaments in his hand, he doesn't have anything to work with. He walks away from Keelan briefly, touching nearby walls and decorative pieces - anything that might spark an idea. His fingers brush over a vase - he could break it, make shards sharp enough to stab in a fight - but that idea is quickly thrown out. That would draw attention to their location in an instant and who knows how many grunts would be sent, he's already injured and he's not built for drawn-out fights, he wouldn't be able to protect Keelan and himself.

Fae curses again as he comes back, chewing his lip in thought as he prepares to tell Keelan they may have to look elsewhere, dodging corners and prowling guards as best they can. That's as good as suicide in their condition but Fae isn't the type to give up until he's exhausted every possible option he has.

Then his gaze catches on a glint in Keelan's hair, and his mouth parts in surprise.

2/2 IMPROVISES

[pinkreaver]

There, tucked into the band holding Keelan's hair are two gold pins embedded with small jewels. It's nothing but decoration, clearly, but at that moment Fae might as well have been handed a set of keys.

"Keelan!" He covers his mouth - he's smiling - he said the name a bit too loud in his excitement and he tries to smother the sparks of hope he feels before lowering his fingers. "You shithead," he laughs, as if Keelan had been keeping a secret from him, but the man looks confused when Fae reaches to pluck out the pins in his hair. "I told you you're not useless."

After passing the sack to Keelan, Fae crouches in front of the door, sticking one pin in the corner of his mouth while wriggling the other into the lock. "I can open it, but I need a little time." He's glad he's turned away from Keelan because when he starts working the pick, his knuckles scream in protest and he winces sharply, a bead of sweat running down his cheek. It's definitely fractured, but he doesn't have time to think about that right now. He talks to Keelan as he works, but his eyes stay entirely on the task in front of him - narrowed and focused. "You're gonna have to look out for us as best you can - just a few minutes. I promise."

[tarmairon]

Gene nods, inspecting each item on the pile as it's described, stamping all the information down into his brain. When Tony asks if there's anything he's forgotten, he hesitates, and his gaze shifts to the bracelet for just a moment. He's been chipped, of course, but he rather doubted this bracelet was a simple fashion accessory.

where'd the key go? lmao

[daor]

While Fae went looking for anything to work with, Keelan stayed with the door. After he was done with trying to force it open to no avail, his frustration and rage that it wouldn't budge having no outlet, he thought of the windows. Keelan was sure that even the windows here had bars on them, or he would look for something to throw through them for escape. Zeke kept his slaves in an iron clad prison, albeit sometimes a nice looking one. But he knew that was to keep them complacent. To keep them from escape because they could have it worse elsewhere under a different owner.

He was already ready to give up, seeing nothing they could use to get out. Having no escape after all. Keelan knew his luck would infect Fae and he was immediately sorry to have doomed them both. He was even ready to apologize when Fae returned, his mouth open to speak. But he was cut off by the smile, confusion following.

What was there to even smile about? They wouldn't be making their escape after all.

Soon, it was obvious and he let a sigh sweep through him, almost forcing him to sag for a moment when the pins were taken from his hair. He knew immediately what they would be used for, and drew back to give Fae space to work on the lock.

"I refuse to take credit for that," He laughed softly, steps silent as he moved toward the hall. "But even still, remind me later that I owe you a proper thanks anyway. For everything."

Keelan kept his eyes on the hall, trusting Fae to do his work. After a long minute, he heard the lumbering men before he saw them, their wheezing and threats loud enough. In that moment, he didn't know how long it would take for Fae to finish unlocking the door or if he was almost done. But there was something that flashed through his mind that terrified him.

Despite only just coming to know the pink haired man, if it came down to it... Keelan would throw himself at their mercy to save the other man and make sure at least one of them escaped. No matter what it did to himself.

"I don't think we have much time," Came his loud whisper, hoping the guards wouldn't hear him but Fae would. "How much longer before you're finished?"

[agentxthirteen]

She clenches her teeth as he listens to her patronize her. What makes her so special, indeed.

Why buy her, not knowing if she has any skills? Had it only been pity? Pity alone?

Whatever his motivation to buy her, it seems that being given her freedom is out of the question.

She drops her eyes and presses herself against her seat. "It shouldn't take me long to pay... myself off, then." She can work on that while he enjoys his nice lab and his penthouse.

She bites her lip. "I can do security," she says. "That usually pays well, right?"

LOL I THOUGHT!! maybe it was only for his room but this is fine omg Keelan..he'd fight 4 him

[pinkreaver]

Fae's jaw clenches in frustration - he'd be done already, but his hand is giving him trouble, his joints are throbbing and his fingers are shaking when he needs them to be as precise as possible. The stress tinting Keelan's voice tells him they're not alone though, and so instead of answering, Fae exhales sharply to keep his composure, keep his hands steady and ignores the pain pounding against his movements as he carefully tilts one of the pins up.

It clicks.

Though his heart skips in excitement, there's no time for celebrating. Fae pushes the door open, clutches the pins in his bloody hand and grabs at Keelan with the other.

They come out into a large foyer and the exit is right there, separated only by a single, velvet-lined staircase. But the men Keelan saw can't be but seconds behind them and Fae isn't confident about their speed - for all he knows the door waiting for them just a few feet beyond that last step could be locked as well. Fae never doubts his instincts, and right now his gut is only screaming one word at him:

Hide, hide, hide!

He yanks Keelan away from the stairs, their feet pressing into the lush maroon carpeting of an extended hallway as Fae whisks them by barred windows spilling shafts of moonlight over several doors. He won't open any of them. There's a chance one of them might be a decent hideaway - a closet, a linen room - but there's just as much a chance they'll walk in on something they haven't been invited to, and Fae's got his reckless luck but he knows where the line meets stupidity.

What he stops at is a thick curtain that's drawn across one of the windows. It stands out a bit because not many are covered, but it's mundane enough not to be suspicious. He pulls it aside and his nose scrunches at one issue.

Standing room only.

If they both try to fit behind it, something will definitely look out of place. Without thinking much beyond that, Fae pushes Keelan flat against the window and looks at him sternly, amber eyes narrowed and serious. "Don't move," he tells him, raises a bloody finger to his own lips in a second order to keep silent, and then lets the curtain swish back into place between them.

He keeps moving, grateful for the darkness and color of the carpeting that's eating the blood spots he knows he's left behind. He can hear the men's voices echoing throughout the foyer - but the door was open, one complains.

Fae doesn't know how long it will be until they can move freely, their goal is so close, but he needs to find his own dark space to sink into until it's safe to make a break for it.

What he finds more troubling though, is the thought that Keelan might slip up. Not out of any clumsiness or fear, but because he might begin to worry Fae will leave him behind, and choose to fall into his master's graces to lessen his own punishment.

Fae doesn't want to think this way, but he does, because he knows in any other situation that's exactly what he would do - leave and not look back, no matter who he's left on the ground behind him. Keelan would be right to think that way about him, a world where everyone is self-interested is much easier to predict, much easier to control. Fae has always thought this way.

But as he hears those voices rise in volume, slowly invading the space around him, Fae finds himself hoping that Keelan will trust him, at least through this. He doesn't know why he cares that much, maybe because they're so similar, and Keelan deserves his freedom just as much as Fae does. But Fae suspects it also has a bit to do with how quickly and easily Keelan put faith in him - even if it ends up being misguided, Fae can't bring himself to break something that he spent no effort to draw out, that was so honestly given to him.

He won't.

he would!! they've developed a quick bond haha

[daor]

In a swift beat, Keelan pushed himself as he was pulled toward the newly opened doorway. He took a moment to scoop the silk bundle into his arms and crush it to his chest so that the contents didn't rattle and give them away any more than their footsteps did. A burst of eager energy overtakes him, his skin buzzing with the excitement that freedom was truly on their horizon. Then, he can see the last staircase they would have to descend to be rid of this wretched place, but he was pulled away from it before he could clearly see the landing.

For a moment anger blazes it's way through his veins, wanting to pull Fae back toward the door. Why did they already come so far, only to hide now? But he knows already, he should remain calm. They were running on Fae's luck and Fae's instinct to pull them through this, not Keelan's. That's the reason he allows himself to be pressed to behind the curtains of a window, silently nodding that he understood.

But the thing that had him worried wasn't Fae leaving him behind. The other man had already gone through enough trouble that to do so now would be ridiculous. Unless he had always been the distraction or the lookout. But even that didn't make sense, if he was being hidden first.

No, the thing that worried him was the blood he saw dripping from Fae's knuckles. Everything had been so fast, he hadn't the time to notice that he'd been hurt or at what point the wound occurred. He knew then that hiding had been the best option for their escape, to keep from Fae suffering more damage. But for how long? The house was only so big. There were only so many places that they could hide before one or both of them were caught.

Sacrifice was on his mind, but not for the reason that Fae thought and only if he had to. It was a last ditch effort.

As his mind raced, Keelan heard heavy steps move through the hallway toward himself. They were so obviously not the steps of someone small, and he knew it was one of the hulking guards.

Keelan closed his eyes, breathing silenced as best he could to keep calm. He listened. Waited. stayed motionless just waiting for the guard to pass. It seemed an eternity, and it was so crystal clear the guard had no intention of moving any time soon. Not when he heard a hiss and the slap of hand on the wall.

"God damn pink haired freak. I'm going to kill him when I get my hands on him!" The man said around the clog of whatever was probably keeping his broken nose from dripping along the carpet.

He smiled, knowing that wouldn't be an easy task.

"You found 'em yet?" The other guard called, his footsteps falling into step behind the other. The heavy clap of a meaty hand resounded as the second guard pushed into the first. "Quit standin' around or Zeke'll have our heads instead!"

"Fuck you, I'm tryin' not to die here!"

"Do that on your own time. I'm not interested in the crack of a whip just because you're a pussy who can't take a broken nose."

"Sod off. He damn near killed killed you too, or did you forget that chain around your neck so soon?"

The second guard grunted, shoving the first. "Move your ass. Unlike you, I'm gonna follow through on my threat to kill the bastard, and I can only do it if we catch 'em."

"Yeah yeah."

Then, they finally moved. For Keelan's part, he'd stayed motionless. Fearless as he just concentrated on breathing and hoping neither of them got their hands on Fae.

[starksolutions]

Gene doesn't say anything. Tony can't tell if he's overwhelmed, or upset, or just used to the rigmarole of changing masters. He's very difficult to read. But it shouldn't matter to him what Gene is feeling, right?

Tony smiles and clears his throat, feeling weirdly awkward about this whole thing.

Well. Nothing for it but to forge ahead. Tony picks up the bracelet. "GPS bracelet monitor." He toys with the gadget, running his fingers over its clean lines. It's an unobtrusive, almost elegant little device; a nice piece of work, considering its purpose. "There's no range limit. The GPS data is recorded, but I won't look at it unless I need to. It's just... insurance. Standard practice." He shrugs.

GPS technology had made tracking devices de rigueur for high-end slaves, so it's not like Tony's being unusually paranoid or overbearing. If anything, it's proof that Tony considers Temugin a valuable investment and intends to treat him accordingly. For some reason, that justification doesn't stop him from feeling a little bit uncomfortable.

this whole thread is "weirdly awkward"

[tarmairon]

Gene nods, looking at the bracelet as Tony picks it up and explains, his expression - as usual - totally unreadable. As nice as the bracelet looks, though, he's not fooled. A shackle's still a shackle. It doesn't matter how pretty it is.

But it's not like he has a choice.

"And in what situations," he asks, almost pleasantly, though the question's bordering on insubordinate, "would you deem it necessary to check up on me?"

He's well used to being contained, but usually the restraints are more tangible. 'No range limit' means 'there's nowhere on Earth I will not be able to find you'. A nice way of wording a threat.

[starksolutions]

He meant you're free to go wherever you want because it's not going to ping him if you leave the confines of Manhattan, Gene, gosh. He's trying to be cool about this. >:/

"If you go missing," Tony says, bluntly, because there's really no other way to answer that question. "I don't have the time to be checking in on you constantly, and like I said, I don't care what you do with your free time. So unless you're planning on running off, it's just some stylish jewelry." He tries another smile. He thinks it probably isn't very convincing.

[tarmairon]

THERE IS LITERALLY NO WAY TO BE COOL ABOUT THIS

Gene nods. Makes sense, and is at least a better answer than the one he was expecting. He's not entirely sure he believes it, but...

"All right," he says. "And you don't need to worry. I've learned that trying to run off is more trouble than it's worth."

[starksolutions]

It's the thought that counts...?

"Well, I'll try not to give you any reasons to want to," Tony says. And whether or not Gene believes it, he means that.

He holds out the bracelet. "Which hand?"

[tarmairon]

Gene holds out his left wrist - non-dominant, the one with the barcode and alphanumeric designation etched into his skin.

"Haven't seen any reason to run so far."

[starksolutions]

"If you do, you can tell Pepper about it, and she'll probably give me hell," Tony jokes. (But not really a joke, because that's totally true.)

The bracelet fastens around Gene's wrist with a quiet click, and... it's done.

It's strange how something so mundane can seem so significant. Tony has the documents affirming his ownership of Gene, and his subdermal implant is registered to Tony, but the physical act of fastening the bracelet feels more possessive than any of that. It's an unexpected feeling - like an echo of earlier centuries, when masters might signify ownership of their slaves by collaring them.

[tarmairon]

Meanwhile, Gene doesn't attach any special significance to the bracelet at all, except as another thing marking him as property. Though really, the chip in his arm and the brand on his skin were all that were needed to do that. This was just another thing denoting that he wasn't free. Wasn't human.

Though this has honestly been the most humane indenture he's ever had, and he's been with Stark for about twenty-four hours.

"If I find any, I'll be sure to do that."

[starksolutions]

"Then I think you're all set." Gene's attitude remains cryptic, and Tony remains vaguely unsettled. What should he do about this?

"I'd love to stick around for lunch, but that meeting really cut into my lab time for the day. I think I hear some high-powered lasers calling my name."

Ah, of course. Hide in the lab, again. A very constructive and adult reaction.

[starksolutions]

For a second there, Tony thought she might actually fight him on it. Instead, she looks down and shrinks back into her seat. He's a little disappointed.

"Security? It does. If you've got the expertise for that, why didn't you lead with that?" Or, if she doesn't, why suggest something specific that slaves aren't usually trusted with?

She's an odd one, that's for sure. What's her deal?

[highprofilerichkid]

Tony scoffs. "Yeah, whatever." He's a legal adult, now, and out of the system. It's not that hard to forge a new identity with the skills he has. The only people who'd care to look for him are Rhodey and Pepper, and they wouldn't rat him out.

He looks interested in the offer of food and clothing, but it's a calculating, dispassionate sort of interest, born of a life where good food and clothes were not always easy to come by. If she's hoping to bribe him or gain his trust with that, she's barking up the wrong tree.

"What am I supposed to be getting ready for?" He asks. Emphasis on the 'supposed to.' He's never made a habit of doing what he's supposed to. "Who are these people? Who do you work for? What do you need me for? Because so far you've talked a lot, and told me pretty much nothing, and you're going to have to spill a lot more before I decide if I feel like helping you or not."

That's an audacious way to address any master, but she's put up with a lot of sass already, and he's not afraid of pushing the envelope. She's made it clear that this is an... unconventional situation, and he's going to push that as far as it'll go.