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. )

Comments

[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?

[flamebearer]

I... I don't know what you want from me. I don't know how to do... this.

[dottedline]

Oh, did Cassim not tell you?

[Obviously not, but he has to pretend.

As Azul speaks, he runs a hand over Alibaba's back. He's borrowed a friend's magic to do this, but as he speaks Alibaba's way of thinking will slowly adjust itself so this is natural. It'll take a little time, that's all.]

Well, he was so hurt when you left him and you felt so bad that you agreed to sell yourself to him to make amends. He sent you to me for training, which means I get to teach you how to think and act in a way that Cassim will find pleasing. Obedient, eager to please, slutty, and without a single thought in your head that Cassim--or, for the time being, I--didn't put there. Does that make sense?

[flamebearer]

[ Something in his head almost starts to object to that, because that... that doesn't sound right? But almost as quickly as that thought occurs to him, it fades away just as fast, like it had never been.

Instead, the words Azul speaks sinks into his still-drugged mind, making themselves magically at home, and sinking deep into his entire reason for being.

Just the thought of doing - of being - what Azul just described has a faint flush stealing across his skin, as if already reacting to that command and he licks his lips, his voice sounding a little strained. ]

I... yes, sir.

[dottedline]

Good answer. Now, do you think you can obey orders this time?

[flamebearer]

[ Blindfolded, his head bobs a brief - if slightly uncertain - nod. ]

I'll try my best, sir.

[dottedline]

Good. Now, bend over as far as you can. Try to touch your ankles.

[flamebearer]

My... my ankles are spread, sir.

[ And his hands are bound together by those gold manacles still. He's not sure how he's supposed to accomplish this? ]

[dottedline]

You don't have to actually touch them, just bend far enough that you could if you weren't being punished.

[flamebearer]

[ Another nod, and he leans a little further. He still feels wobbly, but fortunately, he is very limber and flexible and manages to even rest his knuckles against the floor - once he shimmies his legs a little further apart.

Which just leaves him opened up and exposed all the wider. ]

[dottedline]

Hold that position.

[Good. Azul snaps a few more photos before he starts to tease Alibaba with the tentacle again, though it doesn't press in like earlier.]

[flamebearer]

[ His breath hitches in a shuddering gasp, but he holds himself still, just like he'd been asked, focusing on keeping his balance this time, no matter what the other man did behind him. ]

[dottedline]

Good, good. Honestly, if you can't handle my tentacles we'll be training you for months.

[flamebearer]

[ He gives a yelp at that, eyes widening behind the blindfold. ]

T-tentacles?!

[ What?! ]

[dottedline]

Well, these are magical, but yes. Tentacles.

[flamebearer]

[ A shudder sweeps down his spine, although he doesn't move away. It takes all his willpower not to do so, however. ]

[dottedline]

[And a second tentacle joins the first, wrapping around Alibaba's leg and tugging, just to see what he does.]

[flamebearer]

[ His breath hitches at the feeling of another tentacle against his skin, but he keeps his focus on maintaining his balance instead, even when he feels his leg get tugged on.

Although he does hesitate because was that an order to spread wider, or another attempt to topple him? He's... not actually sure so he waits to see if the tentacle does try and tug him wider, not resisting if it is. ]

[dottedline]

Good boy.

[It was, in fact, a test. But now both tentacles tug again, clearly trying to spread Alibaba's legs wider.]

[flamebearer]

[ He lets them, unresisting, even though he gives the faintest whimper, because this position is hard to hold, and growing uncomfortable at being stretched so wide. ]

[dottedline]

[The two on his legs hold him still as a third starts to slide in his ass.]

Don't move...doesn't that feel good?

[flamebearer]

Nnng...

[ He feels that pressure against his backside as something starts to press inside of him. It makes his ass burn as muscles are newly stretched for the first time and he wants to cry out that it doesn't feel good, it hurts. But that strange burn he'd been feeling all this time seems to have a different sort of reaction and before he can answer, it starts changing those extreme sensations to something else.

Something that has his breath hitching audibly in his throat in surprise as muscles clench down around the penetration. But that only emphasizes the stretch and the intensity of how that feels, drawing a low, strained whimper from his lips in response. ]

[dottedline]

Just think, if you do good and finish your training, that could be Cassim.

[The tentacle doesn't go all the way in before it starts to slowly, carefully, fuck Alibaba shallowly. Just to see how he handles it.]

He can't wait for this, you know. He misses you so much.