the slave auction meme

[rampantlion]

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 or set up the scene yourself in the comment.

❧ 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.


Originally taken from here.

Comments

[formersurgeon]

She shook her head, looking back at him. "No. My parents wanted to give me one right away, but I wasn't interested. They were trying to replace him, like he was a dog or something. Not a human being. I finally let them help me to pay for someone else, mostly because I was lonely. Which is where you come in."

She gives him a faint smile.

I'm sorry for the delay. Tags may be a bit slow off and on this week.

[bloggingdoctor]

John considered this, figuring her parents more the typical slave-owner type. But Joan seemed different, and truth was, yes, he owed her some gratitude. After all, he could be enslaved by someone very cruel, or someone who wanted him only as a sex slave. She was being honest about only wanting a friend, and already, he could tell being her friend wouldn't be a difficult thing. In a different situation, were they doctors working together, he could see them socializing. Hell, he could picture himself wanting to date a woman like her, in another time - she's lovely, after all.

So he nods in return. "Thank you for being honest."

No worries :)

[formersurgeon]

"I figured I at least owed you an explanation. Some idea of what I was looking for and why."

He's very sweet, kind and considerate, the sort of man Joan might date, if she weren't so typically wrapped up in her work to make dating difficult if not impossible.

"I'm sure you have questions. You can feel free to ask me anything. Or you can tell me more about yourself."

Her apartment building is across town, they probably have at least ten minutes.

[bloggingdoctor]

John had been hardened from the war, from being sold into slavery, but his better qualities did still exist under there, somewhere. It might just take him a while to really open up to Joan. It's still hard to trust her completely, this early on, even if he is feeling grateful. It's a difficult position for him to be in, really, and confusing.

He nodded, glancing out the window a moment, at the world passing by. His London. It had been his home, once, although he wasn't so sure anymore.

"Why are you no longer a doctor?" he asked bluntly, looking back at her calmly.

[formersurgeon]

Fair question. She didn't often tell people about the fact that she used to be a doctor, because usually it wasn't pertinent, and usually she didn't want to have exactly this conversation. With John, though, it was of course entirely appropriate, even necessary, to let him know that commonality. And seeing as he was going to be with her for a long time (assuming they worked well together, and that nothing happened to either of them), this conversation was bound to happen eventually regardless.

"I was a surgeon," she began, facing him. "I was performing an operation on a man's injured calf. A sports injury, totally routine. Except that he had endocarditis. I should have recognized the symptoms, had him tested, but I didn't, and he stroked out. Died on the table."

She takes a breath, glances away.

"It was my fault he died. I was... suspended. But at the end of my suspension, I just... I couldn't do it anymore. Even the thought of picking up a scalpel made me freeze. So I let my license lapsed, and I moved on. I'm an addiction counselor now, working with recovering addicts."