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The Slave Auction Meme

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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.

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"Mm." Slave knows better, but - says nothing and purses his lips.
He'd once been ... younger and an old bird had ... taught him certain things. To not tell everyone anything. Nothing more than answering the questions he was asked. Not volunteering too much. He wonders what might have happened to her.

But - maybe it's better not to know.
He doesn't like this idea. But then... how good he is, people will have their privates smeared red and that ... might be satisfying.
Maybe.
He knows Dog is not the scarred slave's name.
Not what it used to be.

Edited 2017-10-15 20:52 (UTC)

He's never applied make-up before. He tries not to overdo it. Master won't want his toy looking like a clown.

Once John finishes the mascara, he finds a small tube.

"Now...I managed to get a hold of this from the bathroom. I can...prepare you now. If you want. The Masters won't care to do it themselves..."

He shakes his head. "I'll do it." He grabs the tube gratefully, practically tearing off the lingerie and starting in on preparing himself, rather hurriedly.

He might look a little odd, pink lingerie around his thighs, hand rammed up his arse, working himself open.
"That way... if he asks... it won't be a lie. I did it."
Part of him doesn't want the man to be bothered with it. Not telling him that he wishes it was him instead. His face isn't so bad.

Everyone thinks it is, it's not that bad, up close.
Once he's finished he washes his hands for good measure and presses the tube back. "I-I am grateful for that, thanks."
His lips are rather red and his cheeks blushed.
"Are ... are they ready then?"
The lingerie is pulled up even if it doesn't cover much. He's sort of aroused, trying to will it away.
It itches. He'll try not to scratch.

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He looks out the door and sees Master standing on the decking, raising a beer with his friends. His words are hard to hear from this distance.

Then he whistles across the field. Dog's signal.

"They're ready." He opens the door; "Quick, go to him. Keep your head up but don't look anyone in the eye. Smile for them, no matter how hard it is sometimes...I'd rather not see you lashed on your first day."

A firm nod, stiff upper lip, a brief smile, and the pink lingeried slave walks out slowly to join them. He's not exactly showing off, or trying to show off, he only wants to please, and he remembers... well... what the man says. He is headstrong and stupid perhaps, but - not entirely dull. Whatever holes they want to fill. Doesn't matter.

Used to just be Master, maybe one or two others, rarely more. Obviously in this social house the standards aren't that high. At least it's not one of the poor girls... lucky.

The smile stays on. No eyes are met. Must do Master proud, make him believe he's received his money's worth.
Also... do as you're told. Don't ask questions.
Don't ask to be fed, though the buffet table looks delicious and his mouth is watering.

Hopefully. Master will be pleased. Please be pleased, Master, please.

The men all wolf-whistle and jeer as the new slave is presented. Master will order him to kneel at his feet.

"What do you think, boys? I need to give this pretty thing a name." Elijah smirks.

"Why not see if he's worth keeping first? That you got your money's?"

"Good idea." He smiles, "Go on then, my pet. Time to impress your Master so I don't send you straight back to the kennels."

There are a few other slaves. Dog is on guard, standing silent at the fence. Figaro keeps up the jaunty tune on the piano. Maddy serves the men their drinks and food - part of her is relieved that Master bought a slave intended to be used for sex, instead of harassing her.

He moves to Master first, on his knees. Swallowing, asking... permission. He's not allowed to touch without asking permission. "May... Slave serve you, Master?" he turns his palms up, slightly, trying not to let his hands shake. He really hates the formalities of it all. Master wants to be sucked off anyway. Worth keeping. Money's worth. Worth... how best he can satisfy all of them. Clearly.
"May Slave touch ... you?" Master first. Always him first. Dog said not to forget his Master and he won't.

He can please the man, of course he can do that. It's what he's good for.
But he can't do it until he's granted permission to do so.
Suck Master off first, whelp.
Then Master might demand ... him to serve the others. Which he expects.
It's fine. It doesn't matter. Transport doesn't matter.
If Master grants his permission, Slave will loosen the trousers, being discreet about his actions, a bit, but sucking immediately, like he should.

As long as he's fed at some point. It's fine.
The food smells so good.

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The jeers get louder as they watch Master's new whore get to work.

Dog tries to look away.

Good. The kid won't be trouble. Maybe he even enjoys It?

No. No, don't start thinking like Master.

He continues, laving at musty-sented flesh, never moving his hands from his lap, not touching himself, not touching Master with his hands at all.
Much discipline has been put into him, but.. then old Master got bored. Said he needed a new whelp to break.
Suck, lick, swallow, suck, lick, lick, suck...in the cadence of an odd... melancholy way of music if he could make his fingers remember how play. It's with his mouth now. Odd that... it's enjoyed so much.
He doesn't care if Master wants to come in his hair or keep fucking his mouth. It doesn't matter.

Just ... a morsel Master, please.
The salty bitter taste isn't that unfamiliar. He'll swallow of course. Master might have the excuse to beat him if he makes a mess.

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After each successful attempt to make the Masters come, they throw a small piece of chicken in the air for the new pet to try to catch. They all find it very amusing. The new slave gets a humiliating applause for his efforts.

Master Elijah clicks for him to see at his feet and ruffles his pet's hair.

"Well, boys, what do you think? I need a name for this one." He chuckles to his friends.

"I think you should go with something sweet. He's still got that innocent, college boy look to him...Something like Peaches or Sugar."

"Nah, you should go with a proper whore name, like you get with the girls down the red light district. Maybe Satin or Nymph, something like that."

He hears them debate. There's no point in giving his name, besides it's like giving Master something that is his and his alone and ... besides, it's only going to be rejected anyway.
He stands calmly, still slowly chewing his last piece of chicken. He has no say in what his name is. He almost acts like he's not hearing what they're saying.
Mouth. Slut. Doesn't matter. The other slave is Dog, Figaro is because of the music, and the girl... he doesn't really remember the girl's name. It doesn't matter anyway. She's not being bothered, in fact she looks rather... relieved.

It's fine. This is what he's good for anyway.
Doesn't matter. The chicken is good, at least. He finally swallows, knowing he has no say in the matter. He'll be collared and that will be the end of it. The two and a half-years already null and void.
Another fifteen. IF Master keeps him. Perhaps forever if Master decides.

"Hmm...I think maybe just...Lusty!" he chuckles, reaching to pinch his slave's bottom; "Yes, that's perfect. Dog! Get over here!"

Dog hunches over from his post, head bowed.

"Yes, Master?"

"Time for the branding. Get the poker ready." he smirks.

Not all owners practice branding as it lowers the price on resale. But it's tradition at Elijah's house. He always gets his moneys worth if he needs to sell off a slave - and words can be burned over.

The slave looks up in fear. What?
He bites his lip and puts his head down, clasping his hands together. He's borne beating across the soles of his feet. He can handle this. But ... it's permanent.
His previous Master wanted him to have resale value. He swallows hard, and tries to be as still as possible. Self-control.

Masters might not notice that it scares him anyway, even though his mind is screaming not to.
Branding. He's heard about it, and seen it, but - ... not this. Never this. Master said the only reason he didn't whip him or brand him like he wanted was because he'd be worthless otherwise.
Head down. Head down. Don't look at them. He's not allowed.
Hopefully they don't notice.
Some said it was an Honor. Meant Master wanted to keep you.
Didn't want to get rid of you, truly, unless he had to.
He wonders if there is honor in it. If it's the sigil of Master's house.
He wonders if he'll even want another piece of chicken after his flesh is burned. Maybe he won't be hungry anymore. That would be something then, wouldn't it?

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Master whistles and Figaro stops playing the piano. He comes over with Weedy, the gardener slave, and takes hold of Sherlock by the arms.

Their faces are blank, emotionless, as they drag him to a wooden post and hold him down.

Dog heats up the poker, waiting until the metal is shining white hot.

"Where, Master?" he asks.

"We want to keep his face pretty, unlike you Dog. Just at the top of his arse will do." Elijah smirks to his buddies.

He bows his head, breathing as calmly as he can muster. It's going to hurt. Many of them scream but he'd rather bite through his tongue then scream or struggle.
There's shaking but he tries to be still. Pink lingerie is ripped off for better access. The gardener slave. Rough hands. He ... he'd probably like... more than just the new slave' s mouth. Head down. Head down. Breathe. Bear down. Ready. He's not going to fight or pull away. Master might actually give him something because he's so well-bred.
Sometimes the reward is worth it.
Just this once it would be nice if it was.
[[ooc: work but I'll tag when I can]]

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He feels the word 'sorry' on his lips but doesn't dare let it loose.

It's not the first branding he's done. He's the only one with the stomach.

And an empty heart.

Figaro and Weedy hold Lusty down tight. Weedy puts a strip of leather in the new slave's mouth.

"Bite down hard." Weedy whispers.

Lusty. So that's his name in this house to be branded in. So... it's forever then. Unless Master decides he wants to burn over it and sell him.
He takes a breath and accepts the strip of leather, biting down as hard as he can, bracing. Dog might be able to see he's breaking into a sweat from the effort to not just... run away like he wants.
He knows that that means things... limbs, genitals, fingers, toes... will be cut off and there's worse things than branding and accepting Master's kindness. It is a kindness isn't it? To be wanted?

The impact feels at first like being stung. Then it burns. Tears fall, unbidden. It hurts. It hurts more that a switch to ones feet.

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Dog is careful. He knows all of them could be punished if Lusty's mark isn't perfect.

He puts in Master's initials surrounded by a snake. Master's business logo. Ouroboros.

He tries not to since as he hears the kid snivel. Don't feel. None of you are human.

"Isn't it pretty when it cries?" Master chuckles. "I'll give it something to cry tonight."

He tries to be still, he's making an effort so they don't really need to hold him but... he's glad they are.

He can't see the brand, only that it burns up his spine, licking and wanting to consume all of him. It has already, there is nothing left to devour of him.
He tries not to shudder despite the amount of pain he's in.

Breathe, breathe. It takes effort.
He doesn't really hear the jeering words. The tone perhaps but not the after-threat.
He tries not to struggle. There's fear in the one's grip, his hands are sweating.
Maybe it's Lusty that's sweating.
He sags a little when the iron moves away and their grip seems to loosen. He moves for Master first, kissing his feet, knowing what he wants. "Thank you, Master, thank you Master," he murmurs, trying to get ... control of himself.
He doesn't really mean it.
It's a method of survival. Of not dying, of not being whipped, of maybe getting more to eat because he's good. He's what he's seen other Master's praise other slaves.

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Master chuckles; "Look at it! Already crawling back for more! We got a lucky one here, it must get off on the pain."

"Most of them do." another Master smirks, except he's eyeing up Maddy as she passes and he slaps her arse.

She looks resigned, as if she knew she wouldn't be free from their attention entirely.

Dog puts the poker in the water and is about to move back to his post, Figaro and Weedy also returning to their jobs.

"Oi, Dog. I ain't done with you, yet."

He sighs and turns to face them; "Yes, Master?"

"See this?" Master grabs Lusty's face and squeezes his cheek; "See this beautiful face? You are the opposite of this. You could never even be wanted as a sex pet. Why is that, Dog?"

"Because I am deformed, Master." he says without hesitation.

"And?"

"I am...ugly. I am unworthy."

Master likes doing this in front of his friends. To prove how well he's broken his slaves in, both in body and soul.

Lusty lets Master jerk his head up.
He really does... hate being compared.
But it's better than beatings.

The brand is fading to an ache. It still hurts. But - it's not like when it first burned new skin.
He has not yet wiped his tears.
What is the point of shaming Dog? He did what was asked of him.
He clearly could have made it hurt worse and didn't. Only did what he was told. Lusty doesn't drop his gaze until... Master takes his hand away. He's looking at Dog of course. Dog isn't so ugly, no matter what Master says. He'd never say it aloud though. He's not stupid.

"Good. Now go back to your post. Put that hideous face to use and scare off thieves." Master orders.

Dog nods, knowing his place.

He gives a small glance to the new pet. He wonders what his name was before. He cringes at thinking of him as 'Lusty'. He wishes he could treat the burns with some salve or cold water. He used to be a doctor...in another life.

Not anymore. Now he's just an ugly dog.

Lusty stays where he is. Not sure what Master wants of him. He wonders if Dog hates him. He has right to, of course.

He winces at the burn, but doesn't touch it, just yet.
He swallows. "Where would you like... Slave, Master?" he asks softly. He's not trying to interrupt or intrude or presume, and he's still hungry. Do they want to give him more to eat? He wipes his face promptly, trying to put on the bravest face he can muster.

Self-preservation.
He is still... rather near the post. Maybe too close. Is this where Master disfigures and beats defiant, disobedient slaves?

"I would have you on my lap but I think we need to avoid friction there for a short while." he laughs to his friends; "We don't want to bother with an infection. Anyway, we're due down the casino, aren't we boys."

His friends grunt and finish their drinks. Master puts out his cigarette on Lusty's hip.

"I want you on my bed, waiting for me, when I get home. Until then you help the others clean up."

Elijah gets to his feet.

"I find a spot of mess in this house when I get back, you all get lashed." he threatens before donning his coat and leaving.

Figaro stops playing and goes to fetch a broom. Maddy cleans up the glasses.

Dog waits until Master's car is gone before moving over to Lusty.

He brushes at the burn lightly, getting himself up. He leans on the man, pretending he needs help getting up. "I don't think you're ugly," he whispers, almost too softly.

"What can I do? Other than... my orders. To help... with the house?"
On Master's bed. Waiting for him. That means Master wants more than just be sucked off. Probably wants to fuck him and have Slave pretend he enjoys it. He doesn't want them all lashed on his account, especially. They'll have right to hate him then.
That's fine, it's all fine, it's fine. it's just transport anyway.

He wants to be rid of the itchy lingerie. Besides, what does he need that for?
They ripped it off and it's really all he's got.
It's fine. Being without clothes isn't terrible. It could always be worse.
Besides it's not like... Master will want him to put that on now, there's grass stains on it, most likely... He'll just rip it off... it itches.

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