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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Sara Lance | DCTV | OTA

[thecanarylives]

[purpleintheface]

"Strucker-" Oh, that name had definitely come up before. When you could make someone give up their top secret information just by telling them to spill, you could find some interesting things from CEOs and politicians.

Not that he generally cared about those things, so it was all lots of noise to him. Perhaps they made a mistake by contacting him, because now he was interested.

They were gone before he could ask (or demand) any followup questions, which was probably smart. It was definitely concerning that they 'knew' about him, actually. Once they were gone he appraised his new aquisition.

"So what's special about you? And what do you 'know' about me?"

[lesserlion]

A narrowing of the gaze at the commander, but the lion does as ordered, moving to climb up into the wagon indicated.

There's a glance sent to Seraphina, a curious one more than otherwise, the steel softening slightly. He has to wonder what he has promised himself for.

[youdidntseethatcoming]

"I go fast," Pietro answered in perhaps the most basic summary of his power ever. And he demonstrated by seemly appearing in a flash on the opposite side of his new...owner, leaving a streak of blue in his wake.

"They didn't tell me much. But I know they were very interested in you. You scare them." It took a lot to scare an organisation like Hydra. "What's special about you?" he echoed.

[dataflow]

She glances at her d-PAL. "Very well then...Alek Reyne. You don't have a history...a recent acquisition. Taken as prisoner in the recent South African conflict." She looks back at him, her gaze softening. "I'm sorry." She means it. Jesus, that had been a mess.

Sentiment was something she could ill afford most of the time, but it would probably help to show him a little humanity to crack through his shell.

[lesserlion]

A slight twitch of his right hand, a slight narrowing of the gaze, but, other than that, Alek Reyne remains silent, still.

His shell is a tough one to crack. A trained soldier, in a family of soldiers. The Reynes were quite well-known once upon a time.

[chickenleggy]

Hanzo did occasionally glance up from his work to watch Vincent move back and forth around the office. The blanket obscured most of his form, but when he turned towards Hanzo, Hanzo did get a chance to look him over. He was slim, the brightness of the spots on his hips and shoulders now hidden in the darkness. But every step he took, his feet were revealed, delicately cloven hooves, without chips or discoloration or anything that would otherwise indicate poor health or previous care. Then he settled back down on the couch and Hanzo returned his attention fully to his work.

It seemed like all too soon before his computer chimed: it was time for his meeting.

Hanzo sighed and stood, dragging his suit jacket on. "I'm going to go to a meeting," he told Vincent. "My assistant will get you some lunch and then go find some better clothing for you to wear."

[dataflow]

Cassandra smiles a little to herself. The stone man cracked - just a hair, but he cracked.

"Good. I'm in the market for a bodyguard, Mr. Reyne. You have a choice here; I won't force you. But believe me when I say that being the CEO's personal bodyguard has significantly more perks than just being just any facility guard. If you'd prefer the latter, however, I can be accommodating."

[omnipresently]

The convoy rides northward at a steady pace that implies this sort of travel is a regular occurrence. There's no banner flying at the head of their group, no sign of the grey and charcoal checked banner bearing twin golden stars. As the sun dipped toward the horizon, the procession pulled off the main road and made camp, orderly and with little fuss.

Alek is fed along with the rest of the servants, but afterward, he's summoned to the lit tent that's been erected for the Lady. She's sitting at a traveling table, finally divested of the black robes to reveal a surprisingly functional green, high collared dress... not usually the sort of thing one of her station would be wearing, even on the road.

"Sit down," she said as he arrived in the doorway, expectant to be obeyed.

[lesserlion]

And there's a chuckle from the older man. No words, just a low chuckle.

Surely this woman sees the absurdity of trusting a slave as a bodyguard?

[lesserlion]

Alek takes the seat proffered, his posture immaculate and straight; he has some training, that is for certain. A knight.

He remains silent. His new temporary liegelord commanding his full attention. He won't speak unless spoken to.

Re: The Gift

[sweetswirl]

"Uh. Raina." Raina the slave? That was her position, wasn't it? Even though she had that little smile on her face. The way she leaned back in that chair was oddly confident, too, one leg looped casually over the other. Wearing only - what had Lash brought her in? Something... appealing, wasn't it?

What did Sonja want her slave to be wearing? What would she find... appealing? Surely, that was what a good slave would be wearing right then. What Raina was wearing. Yes. It was.

Didn't she look so sexy? Sitting there. In front of Sonja, with a little smile on her face. "Your new sex slave."t

[omnipresently]

All the better for her, considering what she plans of asking of him. Open in front of her is a ledger book, neat rows and columns in an even hand, but she lays the quill aside to study him, hands folded in her lap, and it's several moments of silence before she speaks.

"Tell me your name, and how you ended up in Dorne."

[lesserlion]

"I am Ser Alek Reyne of Castamere, brother to Lord Bertrand Reyne. Commander of the Iron Gate of King's Landing." Alek recites, well-practiced. "As to my current position, there are many in Dorne who will hold grudges, my lady, and considering I fought in the Young Dragon's conquest, my name is not particularily fondly remembered."

[dataflow]

She gets why he's chuckling.

"Laugh all you want, Mr. Reyne. We reward loyalty handsomely around here. And even being a personal bodyguard would not exempt you from scrutiny. Quite the contrary.

"Loyalty merits rewards - including freedom, Mr. Reyne. Disloyalty merits death."

would you prefer for his legs just the knees down are deer-like or from the thigh down?

[theworldunwinds]

Both ears perked and he lifted his head at the chime on the computer then he looked to Hanzo. "Okay." he nodded

While his tone didn't betray it, part of him was a little hurt that his new master wasn't giving him much of any attention. But it was just built into being what he was. He already could tell the man was extremely busy and his sudden burden of a pet was definitely not within the parameters of his schedule any time soon. If ever.

Vincent wanted to ask if perhaps they could go shopping for clothes together later. But dismissed the thought as soon as it popped into his head. Hanzo would not have such time on his hands.

After the man left, Vincent had himself a another half cup of coffee to help keep himself warm more than anything else, wandering the office again. He had a closer look at things, not touching, not wishing to ruin or put anything out of its place.

A sense of utter loneliness crept into him and he found himself glancing at the door, thinking perhaps he ought to go find Hanzo, stick by him, even just beside his chair at the meeting.

No. Stay here, that was best. No need to wander the chilly judging halls of the building for a master who didn't want you.

He settled on the couch again, finished his drink and went back to his snooze.

[6thdimensionhybrid]

[Hmm, what about combining 2 and 7, then? c:]

Thank you. [A pause, and while her expression doesn't really change, her gaze flicks sideways, up. Away from the pretty face in front of her to the woman behind, and she tilts her head.

There's not a single tremble in her whole hair.]

The gesture is appreciated.

[The woman smiles, toothily, and gives a short, brief little bow. 'A suitable gesture for such a special guest.'

Jysmyr blinks, and the end of her long, thick strands curl up briefly, once. Whoever this woman is, she's involved in the same side of society Jysmyr is, and, unfortunately, knows who - what - she is.

Hence this, and Jysmyr looks back to the young woman in front of her. Makes a very precise show of circling around her while her... benefactor... leaves. This isn't what she's here for, but maybe this means she can help at least one person her.

Of course, that still means three days, as long as this auction is supposed to last. She'll explain what she can, but first...]

... your history.

[For her to be able to decide what to do at all, she needs to know the basics.]

[lesserlion]

"Then you might as well kill me now."

He speaks, his voice low, accented in a refined English. Someone with an education, or at least with the air of one.

"I pledge no loyalty that isn't deserved."

[staticsurge]

[Was thinking something where she didn't hook up with the X-Men, stayed on the streets and that's how she wound up on the block?]

[dataflow]

"The stone man speaks."

Cassandra smooths out the skirt of her pantsuit. "You can decide for yourself if I'm worth your loyalty; why, we've barely gotten to know each other. I'm trying to make the world better, Mr. Reyne. And that makes me a lot of enemies."

[lesserlion]

A hand gets raised.

"Save the spiel, ma'am. I'm not interested." People have said they're trying to make the world better countless times... And then something like South Africa happens. "All I'm saying is that you've wasted your money. I'm not interested in becoming a bodyguard."

I was thinking like his entire hip/thigh area down would be deer-like, like a satyr?

[chickenleggy]

It wasn't all that long after Hanzo left that his assistant knocked then stepped in. "Vincent?" He asked, carefully. He was young, wearing a carefully pressed charcoal suit. He had bright blue eyes and dark hair, and was as fully Japanese as Hanzo. "I have some lunch for you." He was carrying another tray that he set down on the coffee table, carefully moving the breakfast one to the side.

On the tray was a bottle of apple juice, a hot sandwich, and a bag of chips. "It's just from the cater bar in the cafeteria, but... It's pretty good."

He smiled nervously at Vincent. It was not that Vincent was a Pet, but that Vincent was his boss's Pet. And a deer, which was pretty unusual by itself. "I'm James."

[highprofilerichkid]

His buyer is some hoity-toity businesswoman in power heels and a slinky dress. Could be worse. Better than either of the creepy old dudes who'd been the other bidders, for sure. She probably wants a pretty little errand boy to trot around after her. A living accessory, like one of those dumb purse dogs. He can put up with that until he works out his exit strategy.

But it pisses him off when she doesn't even come pick him up, just sweeps out of the auction room and expects him to be delivered to her, like he's a piece of furniture. That kills the last of his already limited inclination to play nice.

When he's delivered to her doorstep, he waltzes out to the balcony like he owns the place and flops down on one of the fancy lounge chairs, all carelessness and insolence.

“So, how's this gonna go? You some kind of cougar?” He gives her a very rude and obviously appraising look, then shrugs. “I guess you're pretty hot. I can handle that.” Before giving her a chance to respond, he plunks his (dirty) shoes on the prissy little drink table and looks around the balcony and out across the lovely vista. “Pretty swanky place. I could get used to this.” He grins.

He knows he's probably just earned himself a sound beating (or a trip straight back to the auction block), but that's fine. It's not like he hasn't been knocked around before.

He can never resist pushing - patience, propriety, his luck. It’s what got him where he is in the first place. A more practical person might take that as a sign to tone it down, but toning anything down isn't in Tony's nature. He wants to see what kind of woman his new master is. He's found that the best way to get the measure of a person is to really piss them off.

[im_gonna_heal_u]

Konoka did not like the look of this gift.

Konoka opinions about owning slaves had already been very low, but due to society at large encouraging them, and certain rivals forcing her family's hand, she was staring at perhaps the least wanted gift she could ever have. And this poor person didn't ask to be here, either. But perhaps the most painful thing was that freeing her would almost certainly doom her to worse abuse or even death.

She was sitting in the living room, tapping her fingers on one arm of a chair, her brow furrowed in equal parts irritation and worry. The cheeky informant who had shown off the unlucky slave had already made himself scarce after introducing her as 'an enemy officer finally brought low'. Whatever grudge her family might have had against the person before her... it no longer applied. She doubted even her father or grandfather would like this either, but she doubted she could complain to them now.

She sighed and stood up. As calmly as she could, she asked, "Could you tell me your name?"

[celticromanstone]

Heather is amused. She's experienced as a pleasure slave, sure, but there's been enough fighting in her life that she's experienced about that too.

"That depends on what you'd like to know, Mistress." She turns, draping her hands over the cross bars, her back to the others in the cell. "I know how to defend myself and someone else. I also know how to put myself between two people and diffuse a situation. Anything else you would like to know?" She smiles, looking rather personable. No one would believe that she could take a man's head and not even blink.