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.

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[beworthy]

Loki was like a cat in his arms, writhing, hissing, clawing, but Thor had him by the scruff of the neck now, Thor would not let him free. He bit at Loki's lips until they parted for him, thrust his tongue into his mouth, gripping him around the waist and by the nape of the neck with fingers tight woven into the strands of his hair to drag back his head. His brother's mouth was a cool sweet taste that he drank of with grim pleasure, imagining, briefly, himself the master and Loki the thrall: to his hands, to his mouth, to his golden body, seeking and being given all the warmth of him.

Loki at last wrenched away, yet he went no further than a breath between them, hitching himself back against Thor as though he could not bear to be apart. "Hush," Thor told him, and kissed him firmly, dragging him up nearly off his toes.

Kissing him, licking at his mouth, he wrestled Loki back into the bedroom, herded him into the space between the bed and the hearth where he had stripped himself before his brother's eyes, what felt like a lifetime ago. There on the thick rug he forced his king down to his knees, and knelt with him, pulling him roughly into his lap; he touched him, yes, he wanted to touch him, to caress him ceaselessly, to smooth his hands over and over pale limbs or to grasp and yank and hold him brutally tight.

[abanishedking]

A tangle of sensation: Thor's mouth and its hot, fragile inner texture; Thor's strength shoving at him and battling him to his knees; the same powerful hands drawn over his skin; naked Thor, densely, splendidly built, his body against Loki's bare thighs, his shoulders like mountains where Loki gripped, his weight an anchor, his arms a harbor. The fire licked at them and gilded Thor's profile.

Loki tugged restlessly at his roaming hands to say here, and here, here, above my heart, is where I longed for, here the line of his hips where none other dared to touch, here, the hollow between throat and collarbone, it is sensitive. But this was not out of irritation with some insufficiency, but out of a thin-ice trust. If he might truly have what he wished, if Thor would... and when not engaged in this he took Thor's head in his hands and gazed at him with frightened daring or urged him to kiss again, slow and tongue-glorious.

Was the clock still ticking. What sentiment was this that broke into the cold caverns of his heart. His toes curled in the dense pile of the rug. His two hands rested upon Thor's mighty chest, deeply gratified by the span of muscle and his small, tender nipples, and he thought--surprised by the idea--he could pleasure his brother the same as he did any lover he wished to seduce or ruin. He might use all his little tricks and skills and see Thor in his passion and it would not be... Troubled his brow, an anxious frown on his lips as he drew back to survey Thor's handsome, flushed face.

[beworthy]

Ah, he was glad for this. Glad to be shown the ways that Loki liked to be touched, to be given a lover's privilege rather than a thrall's commands: to be made to know the one he desired, and how best he might please him. Thor's hands followed those paths, rough and consuming, engulfing, stroking breast and hips and the hollow of his throat, where he nuzzled too with lips and beard; and when Loki cupped his face and sought kisses Thor gave them, taking his mouth with slow and greedy passion.

The way his brother looked at him reminded him of when they were young. There was a lost youth in his gaze, a boy standing on the cusp of uncertainty and fear, as though he were afraid still to ask if his elder brother might truly be his. Thor had no such compunction. When Loki looked at him thus he upended him impatiently and pushed him down to the thick rug, onto his back, and Thor now settled close, took his mouth again briefly, kissed from his jaw to his ear and murmured there, "Now I will have you."

[abanishedking]

To one floating in the lulling sensual sea that Thor had conjured up with his generous hands, this was an ice cube down the back of his shirt. He yelped, his limbs scattered, and he fell wide-eyed. Clutching for Thor's shoulders as his own sank into the deep pile of the rug, he snorted to find his brother already atop him--gloriously heavy, his tickly moustache at his cheek and his smooth mouth humming words that gripped Loki's guts like a fist in heated shock. Tenderness replaced surprise; he gentled beneath Thor, and opened his mouth to protest...

Any complaints he was in the process of forming got cut off. The golden doors burst open and four guards poured in to find the brothers so engaged.

"My lord! We heard you cry out!"

The situation must have become apparent to everyone involved very slowly; as it did, one or two guards shifted uncomfortably and another turned away, and only the captain, who had spoken, drew his cloak about himself more closely and stood firm. This was cunning, incestuous beauty: the broad golden form of Thor's back, a jewel set in the white clasp of his brother. Loki's soft, frustrated grunt preceded the arch of his neck, so that he looked upon his guards with a head nearly upside-down, and certainly at some disadvantage beneath Thor's mane.

"Leave us," he suggested mildly. His shoulders had lifted to Thor's in necessity; he felt his brother's heart pounding against his own ribs, felt the thickness of his brother's cock near the spread of his own thighs--curse distractions, and every moment he was kept from Thor was wretched to him now. As the guards turned in confusion to file out, Loki called to their captain: "And Ulfr..."

"Y...yes, my lord."

"There will be nothing said of this."

"...Yes, my lord Loki."

But Thor would feel him trembling even as he began to laugh and unkink his neck.

[beworthy]

The crashing of the door was as a bucket of cold water sluiced over his back; Thor jerked, pinned Loki to the floor with the weight of his body and an arm thrown across his collar, so that he could only lift his head to look at the intruders, and clutch at Thor with his pale hands. Thor was reaching for a weapon that was not there, readying himself against an attacker, an assassin...it was moments before he recognized Ulfr, his eyes burning upon the the Aesir guards. They stared at him, and Thor stared back with fury in his throat and his hands holding his king down.

But they went, again, after Loki spoke, and Thor let out his breath; he had quite forgotten that there were other Aesir here who kept loyalty to their king, if only out of a sense of duty towards the throne--that there was not everywhere the shadow of death at his back. He had forgotten, too, that he would throw himself between his brother and the killing blow, before he ever let harm touch him: that Loki's life was his, as much as his was Loki's.

He loosened his grasp as Loki laughed and shivered beneath him, moving his hands to brace against the rug. He was--bewildered. "What is it?" Thor said roughly as he felt his king trembling, lacing thick fingers into the black strands of his hair, holding him in a brutal grasp. "What is it, Loki--? Are you afraid?"