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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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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.

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.

Konoka had only been urgent in finding her measuring before she came back. Once she did, she also stopped again. Letting a slave simply loose might be a bad idea, given that she didn't know her well enough to see if she'd do anything desperate. But those chains were unsightly... and way too noisy to boot. Couldn't she keep her from pulling any fast ones some other way?

Deciding that it was better to risk it, Konoka instead spoke on the matter. "Please don't pull any fast ones. My family is well trained in a number of arts, and they won't be as nearly as kind if you break my trust. That being said..." There was something in the way Sonja fidgeted that made the brunette curious. "You seem to be squirming quite a bit in those. Are they really that uncomfortable?" She thought that these were thicker cuffs so they wouldn't chafe, but...

Stop asking embarrassing questions, dammit.

"I'm not gonna... do whatever it is you're imagining." She had no idea what Konoka was imagining. Hurting her? Running away? "You're kind of the best-case scenario, right? I not exactly optimistic about the results if I go for a reroll."

She took a deep breath.

"I- " Okay let's break this down, what do you like less, cleaning or obligatory sex? "Is it possible... I could just be a toy... and not a maid?" She actually knew a lot more about sex than cleaning anyway.

"Good point," the brunette said. At the very least if neither of them did anything stupid, Sonja would remain safe here.

Of course, that next question got Konoka to actually stop and turn around. Did she really just... "I was kidding about the toy part," Konoka gave a nervous giggle. "Please don't rush into it." But if this was Sonja consenting... no, asking, then the idea of refusing was a losing battle.

Sonja was cute.

"I mean, unless you could use a military strategist, I think I'd be a lot better at being a pleasure slave than a maid," she was kind of doubling down on this now that she made the decision.

"I could teach you self-defense too, I have belts in three different disciplines. Do you need a history tutor?" Just throwing things out there. Don't make her clean things.

"Uh-huh..." Konoka said. She figured that she'd have to take Sonja's word on being unable to clean, but given that Sonja would rather go for sex than having to clean.

"I'll think about that self-defense," Konoka said. "As for sex..."

Konoka leaned up, bridging the gap between the two of them and giving her a heavy kiss. She'd be really sensitive to any resistance, but she also wanted to see if just this level of touch would work.

Sonja was surprised, although the motion hadn't been so fast that she was liable to try to strike Konoka in self-defense. Instead her hands kind of went off to each side, not sure what to do with them, kind of flailing through the air as Konoka pushed into a passionate make out.

She was passive for the first couple seconds, eyes wide, but then she went with it, relaxing and closing her eyes and started to return the kiss.

What could she say to that? Though it felt like Sonja flailed a bit when she first made contact, her lips were warm, there was no fear, and that little reaction had been so cute. Something more was stirring inside Konoka, and she wasn't sure what to make of it.

"Mmmm, maybe I should take you up on that offer," Konoka said, pulling her closer into an embrace, where hands held her firmly and affectionately. The more she thought about it, the more that this maybe was obviously just a yes that she was feeling slightly guilty over.

Might as well dive in and let Sonja set the terms. "Scratch that... I'll definitely take you up on your offer."

"Ah, good." Good, right? No cleaning, victory.

Now Konoka was hugging her, and for some reason, she got more tense from the huge than the kiss?? God she was so weird.

"Th-then you can leave the chains on, probably," she stammered out, her blush coming full blast back.

And now she was thinking about getting led around naked in chains again, and she really wanted it, but she was pretty sure she would die of embarrassment and shame. But it would be a very wet and sexually charged death.

Konoka actually blinked at that for a moment before blushing. "You... do want the naked in chains thing?" Being dominant like she was wasn't the first thing she thought about when having a slave, let alone being led around in chains. The associations with misery she had in chains might take a bit to work around.

On the other hand, she could... "I don't know about chains, but... I'm sure I can do some sort of restraints for you. Is that fair?" Konoka, of course, found it completely fair to try and sell her on this by gently stroking the small of her back while still embracing her.

"N-not in public, preferably," she said, blushing so hard she felt like she was gonna burst. Even though that may have been her greatest fantasy, and now that she was actually a slave... no, complacency!!

"But maybe... in private..." Aaaaah. She was being cuddled and petted and she couldn't handle it. "W-where will I be staying?"

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?"

"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.

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.

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."

"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.

Shy about touching women? Not at all.

Konoka's reluctance had stemmed from the ethics of owning someone like a slave, and the fact that if she wanted to be pervy, Sonja had no means of refusing. But why trust the law anyway? The law got her stuck like this in the first place, and Konoka was all for enthusiastic partners. So if treating her like a sex slave made her happy, then Konoka would do so.

"Maybe not uncommon," Konoka answered, her fingers still working on that slit. "I just got wrapped up in the... unique situation we're in." Namely, how does one help their arousal for this sort of thing when it's forced on them.

"Ah- yes, it's... complicated." She thought of suggesting just having her do nothing but honestly she did want to be used more than she wanted to just sit in a room bored. A guilty confession.

"Can I- grab you?" Sonja said, her hands trembling with nothing to grab as Konoka was having the time of her life rubbing her pussy. She was wet and getting wetter by the second.

Konoka actually thought of just saying 'sure'. What was the harm?

But then she remembered this was a girl who was both a military genius and unbelievably turned on by this situation, and it might actually fit to indulge this one a little more.

So instead what left her mouth was, "Your mistress will allow it." Sure, it wasn't said with all that much stern authority, but Konoka was a diplomat. She wasn't the callous type of domme and couldn't be one to save her life. But showering affection like a vice? Yeah she can do that. And to that end, she encouraged her by using her free hand to pull her closer.

The second hand got a bit of subtle gasp and the closeness made Sonja squirm in a good way. She was naked, and her new mistress (oh gosh her new mistress!) was playing with her slit. She was being toyed with, like a toy!

The power dynamic of her clothed mistress playing with her naked slave, oh gods she was melting. She mewled, working her hips against Konoka's hand. Her knees were weak and she reached out to grab handfulls of Konoka's clothes just to help her stay standing.

And with Sonja mewling like that, Konoka let her fingers curl inside her, aiming to penetrate deeper. She was at the moment oblivious on how being clothed compared to her naked slave was doing such wonders, but there was one thing she did understand, and that was a small feeling that had been growing and growing inside her, telling her that only she was allowed to do this to Sonja. She better make sure everyone in and around the Konoes knew not to touch her, this woman was hers. It was with renewed vigor that Konoka began to lean in and start kissing at her neck.

"Geez, you're already soaked. How could you be this eager? Were you waiting for just the right person to turn you into some sort of slave slut?" The brunette felt conflicted over the words pouring over her mouth. "Well your mistress is here to grant your wish, because I'm nice like that. Appreciation..." she now teased Sonja's neck with her lips AND her teeth. "...should be the least you can do."

"Huuuungh..." her muscles spasmed as the fingers entered her, making downright embarrassing sounds. The kissing was nice but she had just stuck her fingers inside of her and that was definitely taking the bulk of Sonja's attention.

"I- no" she tried to mumble. It wasn't- it wasn't entirely untrue. But there was more- there was - hard to think.

"Th-thank you Mistress," she mumbled desperately. Keep fucking me. Kononka's fingers were magical inside of her. She couldn't move, couldn't process. Keep fucking me. "Thank you!"

She was feeling Sonja start to melt under her grasp. She knew about this power she held, but experiencing it? It was near intoxicating. The scariest part was that if Sonja had been any less happy, it might not have waned very much; it was that strong.

But the comfort of knowing Sonja did like this urged Konoka to sink into it.

"Good, good! Complete your thanks by coming~" The brunette whispered, her fingers getting faster now that she had found the right spot for her pet to really lose it.

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