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[toastysocks]

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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[ragefairy]

Glancing down, Yuri pulls a face. There's probably no saving the shirt. Not with that mess caked in. Which sucks, it's the one with the tiger stripes. He liked that one. One more indignity after another.

He snarls and begins shucking out of it. Gingerly. Revealing the bruises on his ribs and stomach, already gone green and purple.

"From the asshole who started it. Hope I broke his nose."

[immortal76]

Jack winces at the sight.

"Me too."

The vampire reached out.

"Here....I can try to get that out if you like. I've gotten pretty good at getting bloodstains out of things."


He paused.

"Where did they find you?"

[ragefairy]

Yuri hands over his shirt. Not like it can get any worse. And since the story's going to come out sooner or later...

"This - guy's - been bugging me on the bus. Sitting next to me, trying to talk to me. Whatever. Put on headphones and ignored it. But today - "

Yuri takes a breath. Staring down at the grime on his hands. Nausea swirls in a grey, dizzy wave and it takes another deep inhale before words come back.

" - He followed me. Pushed me into an alley. Asked if I wanted to make some money."

Yuri spits the last part out. It's not difficult to imagine what for. How a pretty slave could catch someone's eye, look like an easy target. Probably the bastard had even done it to others.

[immortal76]

Jack was silent.

He listened and nodded.

There was no judgement there. Yuri was the innocent party here. The boy had been minding his own business. Jack was momentarily relieved that the boy had been sentenced to house arrest. It would give him time to recover...and give Jack time to figure out a way to track down this stranger and put the fear of the gods into him. An angry Soldier was nothing to trifle with and, despite his cool appearance, Jack's eyes were burning like embers in their sockets.

He finally put a hand on Yuri's shoulder. He still said nothing, but the support was there.

[ragefairy]

Perhaps this is the strangest thing tonight. That Yuri doesn't pull away from that support. The words keeps tumbling out. Bloated, ugly things he just wants out.

"I tried to get out. He grabbed me, didn't think, just head-butted him. Fucker."

Which explains the black eye, probably.

"He fell down, yelling, and I - kicked him - kept kicking, he was screaming - good - Then there were more people on me, cops, I didn't know they were cops but they wouldn't - let go - "

It's an easy scene to imagine. Even without empathetic abilities. All you have to do is know Yuri, know what happened the last time people put their hands on him. Took his life away. Jack has seen that rage, the first day they met. Black and total, swallowing everything. Leaving only a lashing, cornered creature.

8 million years lately

[immortal76]

Jack got the idea.

His empathy was kicking up, incensed by Yuri’s own anger and combined with his own.

“You’re home now. You’re safe.”

The soldier swallowed and gestured with his hands.

“I don’t want you leaving this house until this is all taken care of, understand? We’re both going to lay low.”

He ran a hand through the young man’s hair.

“I’m glad you stood up for yourself. I’m glad we both made it out of there without any complications. It could have been worse. A lot worse. Right now, let’s not worry about it. Let’s get you cleaned up and rested and tomorrow I’ll see if we can’t have a dance tutor visit you until this is house arrest is up.”

I'm always just happy to see you! ^_^

[ragefairy]

Yuri's about to protest again. Then there's a hand in his hair. Running soft through the strands, exactly like his grandfather used to do. Yuri unravels. Sagging against it like a puppet whose strings have been cut. It's all he can do not to curl in tighter. Because then Morrison might actually hug him.

"...Okay."

Exhaustion's driving spikes into his temples now. It hurts to think. Almost as much as it hurts to move. Yuri can't consider "Worse." Or "Better." Or anything that isn't a clear next step.

[immortal76]

Jack doesn't stop. Hell, he'd hug the boy if he didn't think it would earn him a punch and honestly getting riled up was the last thing Yuri needed right now.

"Do you need help?"

Yuri knew he had nowhere else to be.

[ragefairy]

Nodding is one of the hardest things Yuri's ever done. Forget pointe work. He would practice without shoes for years rather then admit this. Break every toe and dance on the stubs.

But after today it's clear he can't get further on his own.

Finally, he manages it. It's a good thing Morrison still has a hand on his head. Otherwise the tiny motion would get missed. Even for a vampire.

"Yeah," Yuri croaks. "Bath. Food. I don't care."

Just help me. Please don't make me ask.

[immortal76]

Jack nodded in return and offered his arm.

"Okay. Let's get you in the tub. I'll get you something...and make sure Helsing is in your room waiting for you, okay?"

He wished he could do more...he wanted to do more. He wanted to carry the boy up the steps and hold him close and keep him safe...protect him...do what he was made to do...protect...but his own interests this time and not someone else's.

The boy won't ask, though. The vampire knows it.

[ragefairy]

Morrison is... different.

Not because he's a vampire or Soldier or whatever. He's different from the rest of this place. Everyone today treated Yuri like he was trash. Something they could just use and throw away. The only thing that kept it from being worse was his connection to someone powerful.

It's been driven home - painfully - how little he's worth.

Except to Morrison.

And Yuri doesn't know what to do with that. Just grips tight to the arm. Putting one foot in front of the other.

[immortal76]

Jack blinks at the way Yuri clings to his arm. He knows the boy needs to to help him get to where they are going. Still...maybe it can be something else...at least he can imagine it can be something like affection.

He'd actually like having children of his own...but he can't. They'd be like him. Their life would be his life...and he doesn't want to condemn someone to a life that was never truly their own....where they existed as a tool to be used by others in order to further their own goals without caring what effect it had on them.

"Good job. We'll get you patched up."

Slowly they made it up and into Yuri's bathroom. The water was already run and there were several thick, fluffy towels waiting.

"I'll be back soon. What would you like me to bring you up?"

[ragefairy]

Yuri just snorts at the praise. Cool, great, good job walking. It's humiliating, being worn out from just crossing the stupid room. Still... it isn't anger at Morrison. Or swearing.

Small progress is still progress.

"I don't care. Something hot."

He wants pirozhki. No way that's happening. So far not a single bakery has even heard of it. And why would it be any good in this trash country? No way they could make proper Russian ones.

Whenever he's left to his own devices, Yuri sets about peeling off the rest of his clothes. Sinking gingerly into the warm water.

[immortal76]

Jack went downstairs and began to work on his cooking. He'd had the ingredients delivered already and by now they were thawed so making a kind of chicken soup but with potatoes and carrots than usual was his plan. He slowly cooked the chicken in a pan as he sliced the vegetables, finding it oddly relaxing.

While the soup cooked, Jack plucked Helsing from her spot on the couch and whisked her up to Yuri's room, leaving her with a new catnip mouse to keep her busy. He quickly went downstairs to finish his cooking.

By the time Yuri was dressed, Jack was back with a large bowl of soup. He'd wanted to try Borscht or something Russian, but he didn't have the time or honestly the ingredients to make it properly. Perhaps next time.

[ragefairy]

Yuri stays in the tub until he's leeched out every last bit of warmth. It's a chore, pulling himself back out, and it's easier to drip dry then play "What hurts too much even for a towel."

Also. Clothes are stupid. He's just going to wrap up in a robe.

Crossing the room feels like another marathon. Halfway he has to stop for breath. Bracing on a dresser.

"This is pathetic," he grumbles.

8 million years later

[immortal76]

Jack set the soup down on the bedside table.

"Even Soldiers get hurt and limp once in awhile, Yuri. Take your time. Tell me if you need help. I know you don't want to hurt yourself worse."

Jack sighed.

"Do you need company?"