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

[flamebearer]

[ He gasps more at that, squirming as he feels the size growing larger within him, stretching the muscles with a pleasant burn. He gives a breathless moan, the sound purely wanton and hungry. ]

Yes. Yes, more. I want... I want as much as I can take! Please...!

[dottedline]

Oh? Well then...

[So the tentacle grows even larger, almost to obscene sizes as Azul watches...and films this for Cassim. Eventually, the tentacle starts to fuck Alibaba, slowly and carefully.]

[flamebearer]

[ It feels like it should be too much. That he might break from how large it feels inside him. He's stretched as far as he can possibly go and he's never felt so full before. It's so much, bordering on too much, and he gives a breathless cry as he struggles to keep his balance now, gasping for air against the intense feelings.

And then it starts to move inside him, and each shift of the tentacle gets a strangled cry or whimper or moan as it moves within him. It only emphasizes that stretch of fullness, the intensity of the friction he can feel everywhere. He gasps for air, his skin flushed red with arousal as he clings to his own ankles to stay upright and tears soak the blindfold from the intensity of everything. ]

[dottedline]

Do you like this, Alibaba? Those are tears of pleasure, aren't they?

[flamebearer]

Y-yes...

[ He gasps out, trying to rock back against that penetration even more. ]

It's... it's so much. It feels...

[dottedline]

Good? Do you like it, Alibaba? Do you wish it was Cassim instead?

[flamebearer]

Yes!

[ That answer is given quickly and urgently, uttered around a moan as that tentacle works within him. Stretching, burning, the friction of it making it hard to focus on anything else other than how intense and exquisite it feels.

But the mention of Cassim still resonates deeply, deeply enough that it drags out his answer immediately. There's nothing he wants more than Cassim. ]

[dottedline]

Say it. Say you wish it was Cassim.

[flamebearer]

Nnnng.... I wish.... I wish it was Cassim! I want to feel him...

[dottedline]

I can let you hear him. Do you want that?

[flamebearer]

Y-yes...?

[ Would that be okay? Would that be what Cassim wants? He doesn't even know, but he's aching for more now, wishing it was Cassim behind him, Azul's tempting words having set off that longing stronger than ever. ]

[dottedline]

[Azul waves a hand over his phone so the call he was having with Cassim so he could see and hear this is projected clearly, as if Cassim were there.]

Ali?

[flamebearer]

[ Still unable to see from behind his blindfold, Alibaba just jerks at the sound of that familiar voice. So close, it was almost like he was here. At least, he's pretty sure he's not, but gods, he wishes he was anyway.

Unaware of the sight he made, skin flushed with arousal, legs spread far apart as he was bent over at the waist, being worked open by Azul's magic, panting raggedly for breath. Despite the way arousal shivers across his flushed skin, the cage about his cock keeps him locked away, impossible to get hard, even when his hips jerk and press back against the penetration stretching him wide open. He moans, the sound breathless and strained. ]

...Cass...?

[fogofdread]

God, you look fuckin' great. All for me.

[flamebearer]

[ He just moans softly at that, skin flushing from the words, the awareness that Cassim can see him like this. He bites his lip, a little self-conscious, eve as his blindfolded face turns in the direction of that familiar voice. ]

Do I?

[fogofdread]

Yeah. Wish I was there, but I can't be seen at those places.

[flamebearer]

Will I see you soon?

[ He doesn't question Cassim's words, since that seems like a much lesser matter of import right now. He doesn't even question why he is here then, even if Cassim can't be, but he's more interested in when he will be given back to the person he'd sought repentance and forgiveness from. ]

[fogofdread]

Yeah. As soon as Azul thinks you're ready...or I get tired of waiting.

[flamebearer]

[ He bites back a whimper because he's already tired of waiting, but he just nods. If that's what Cassim wants of him, he'll do it. He'll do anything. ]

I'll be good, I promise.

[fogofdread]

No matter what? Even if I get mad?

[flamebearer]

Yes...

[ The word comes out with a moan, even as the tentacles shift within him, pressing deep in such a way that it has his whole body jerking with a shudder, a very audible hitch in his breath interrupting him from answering further for a moment. ]

No matter what.

[fogofdread]

[Wow, he's already that docile.

Figures.]

Beg, then. Beg, and maybe I'll ask Azul to bring you to me sooner.

[flamebearer]

[ He cries out - both from that command and by the fact that the tentacles give another straining pulse inside him, overwhelming his senses with stimulation. And to help push him over any barriers might have been left to keep him from obeying. His will crumbles easily beneath the force of his need. ]

Please! Please, Cassim, I want to be with you. I need you!

[fogofdread]

Want? Need? Is that all, Ali? You don't feel anything else...?

[flamebearer]

[ He's not sure what answer Cassim is looking for - his retraining has barely gotten started, after all, and even now it's hard to think with how much his senses are completely overwhelmed. But he tries anyway, not wanting Cassim to be disappointed in him, too. ]

I feel... I already feel too much, Cassim. It's so much it aches, but... it's not you. It's not right if it's not you. It's not enough.