The Slave Auction Meme (Continuation from Bakerstreet and Other Starters)

[chaneystarr]

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.

( Meme ganked from Bakerstreet and copied here for more explicit content. Enter/Read at your own discretion. )

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[dottedline]

Good. Now, bend over. Cassim wants a photo.

[flamebearer]

[ He's not actually sure how one of those things has anything to do with the other, but as he doesn't want any more punishments, he bends over, bracing his hands against his ankles for balance, hoping this is what he meant. ]

[dottedline]

[It's proof he's in Azul's custody, and also jerk off material. Fight him.

Azul adjusts Alibaba's pose a little, forcing him to spread his legs more so Cassim can get a good look at everything before stepping back and taking a few photos.

And then, oddly enough, Alibaba might feel an almost ghostly tentacle caressing his ass.]

Stay still. This is a test.

[flamebearer]

[ He freezes, not moving, even though he wants to turn his head around and see what's going on. He can't, not with how he's positioned. But he also can't figure out what is brushing against him from behind, either. ]

[dottedline]

[Azul likes making slaves deal with tentacles. These, of course, are just part of a spell, but it's always fun.

The tentacle runs over Alibaba's hips before carefully running along the cleft of his ass.]

[flamebearer]

[ If he'd been tense before, he's more so now, because he's never had anyone touch him there. Or anything? Since he's still not sure what that is. It doesn't feel like his hand, and he doesn't think it's his cock, but he's then officially out of options unless it's some sort of strange toy.

He gives a soft hiss of surprise, body shuddering at the strange sensation. But his skin is also still flushed with heat, the after-effects of that drug from earlier still lying in wait. He pants a little, trying to keep himself still because he hasn't been told to do anything else yet. Even if his first instinct is to jerk away. ]

[dottedline]

Relax, it's just a test, like I told you. If you move, I'll have to punish you again.

[The tentacle teases Alibaba a little, poking and prodding.]

[flamebearer]

[ Well, at least that tells him what he's being tested on. So he holds still, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths, focusing on staying relaxed and not... on whatever's happening back there. ]

[dottedline]

Spread your legs a little more. I need more room to work.

[A lie, but a fun one. If Alibaba obeys, he'll be unable to easily right himself later, what with his hands chained together like they are.]

[flamebearer]

[ It doesn't occur to him not to obey, actually. And though he wobbles a bit in the process, he spreads his feet a little wider, trying to stretch himself open a little more as Azul had asked.

...Even though it's harder to stay relaxed when he's positioned like this, even more unsteady now, spread as he was. ]

[dottedline]

There you go...

[The tip of the tentacle pushes just inside of Alibaba.]

[flamebearer]

[ His breath hitches in an audible hiss at the surprise penetration. Okay maybe it shouldn't have been a surprise, but he's never done this before, so everything is at least a little surprising. Including the unexpected stretch and burn of muscles that had never really been stretched like that before. He makes a keening noise, confused by the sensation. It hurt, a little, but his body also flushed hotter at the stretch, muscles automatically tightening to clutch at the strange intrusion.

He wobbles a little more as he tries to keep his balance. ]

[dottedline]

Try to stay still, remember.

[A little further in. He wants to make Alibaba fall, dammit.]

[flamebearer]

[ It doesn't take much longer, not when the next little thrust takes... whatever it is deeper and he can't help but rock forward at the push of it.

...Which has him rocking up on the balls of his feet to totter for a moment before gravity betrays him and he goes crashing towards the ground, face-first. It's not at all graceful, and though he managed to slow some of the brunt of the fall with his bound hands, he's now face-down on the floor, his hands trapped beneath him, and his ass in the air as he kneels there, panting for air. ]

[dottedline]

[. . .

Azul is so glad he's behind Alibaba so he can't see the look on his face. That was priceless.

He sighs in order to keep himself from chuckling as he pulls out a blindfold, the magical tentacle vanishing]

I warned you...

[flamebearer]

[ He groans from where he's still hunched over on the floor. He can't even push himself up, with the way his hands are trapped beneath him.

But he sees the man coming around him with a blindfold all the same and his eyes widen as he realized how badly he screwed up. Again. ]

I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!

[dottedline]

That hardly matters. You have rules, and even accidentally breaking them is still breaking them.

[Azul struggles to haul Alibaba up, but haul him up he does.]

Stand still, I don't want to get this caught in your hair.

[flamebearer]

[ His gaze drops, and there's a hint of guilt in the slump of his shoulders, because he's worse at this than he thought, if he's failed so many times already and they've only just started.

But he holds still for his next punishment all the same. ]

[dottedline]

[And on goes the blindfold, with Azul taking yet another picture.]

Next it's your legs. Please try to behave?

[flamebearer]

[ He's back on his feet when everything goes dark, the blindfold winding tightly about his head and cutting off his sight entirely. He flinches at the voice, his other senses seemingly working harder to try and make up for his lack of sight.

He takes the warning to heart though, giving only a small nod. ]

[dottedline]

There we go. Do you want to bend over something this time, or are you going to try again?

[flamebearer]

[ That... feels like a trick question. He knows what he'd prefer but...

He also wants to show he can obey. He hopes.

Which is why he just bends over as he was before, spreading his legs as wide as they'd been and trying to keep his balance better this time. ]

[dottedline]

Good answer.

[And apparently the reward for good answers is a smack on the ass, but whatever.]

How do you feel?

[flamebearer]

[ He shudders at that smack, although he doesn't flinch away from it. In fact the rush of reddening heat that rushes to the surface after it actually feels... strangely good? He's not sure how that's possible, but.

Still, he answers... with honesty. ]

Confused?

[dottedline]

[Oh. Hm.]

Why?