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Monday: Slave Fic

Greetings and Felicitations:

 

This is[info]just_imriel, your guest host for the week. Let’s start Monday off with a bang (and hopefully a whimper or two) with some good ol’ fashiioned Slave Fic . Chains both literal and metaphoric;  Fun and games or deadly earnest, or something that blurs the lines. Whatever strikes your fancy.

 

 

And of course, our usual rules apply:

No spoilers in your prompts until at least a week after air date - and please remember the UK - US lag time for BBC (we're only just getting Torchwood this week over here and Dr Who on Sat.).

Don’t forget to give us SPOILER ALERTS!!! and leave at least three spaces, where appropriate.

Please no more than 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 per fandom at a time. If someone responds to your prompt, you can prompt again.

And, since every week should be ‘Support Your Local Codemonkey Week’, please to write your prompts as

fandom, pairing/pairing, prompt  or fandom/fandom, pairing/pairing, prompt for crossovers. Like this:

 

 

Highlander/Author’s Choice, Methos/Author’s Choice,  Methos has had some experience with this sort of thing..

 

The Sentinel, Jim/Blair, Establishing the ground rules

 

Firefly, dark!Mal/Simon, “It’s gonna take more than a few stitches to pay for passage, pretty boy.”

 

 

If you don't see anything today that strikes your fancy, take your own trip on over to Lonely Prompts and take a look. Research has shown that anwered Lonely Prompts are less likely to drop out of school, work at minimum wage jobs, and enter the prison system…

Theme = SlaveFIc


 

 

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just_imriel
Jul. 27th, 2009 12:00 pm (UTC)
Highlander, Author's Choice, Methos/Author's Choice, Methos has had some experience with this sort of thing..
juliet316
Jul. 28th, 2009 04:04 am (UTC)
Experience *Highlander/Torchwood*
This deviated a little but from what I had planned at first thought. A reader could set this after Children of Earth if they wanted to, but it contains no spoilers for it.

Methos has had some experience with this sort of thing.

The oldest of all Immortals has been both the slaver and the slave. He has tortured and been tortured; relished in other's pain and screamed out when pain was delivered unto him. Sometimes he had been an unwilling participant, other times he participated willingly and paid the price later on.

The few times he had willingly gave himself over to slave traders, he had felt he owed some kind of penance for it. For Cassandra and the others he had abused and used for his own perverse means as Death. It had taken many millenia to work though those issues and not all of them had ever been resolved.

Sometimes he still wondered if they were ever worth resolving.

So when he comes across a seemingly young looking man, a long way from Earth and centuries past Methos' last visit to the planet of his birth, he recognizes the guilt and self - hatred in those blue eyes. He knows instinctively that this man gave himself over to this trader willingly. To punish himself, or spare somebody else Methos did not know for sure. He also recognized that the man was some form of Immortal, but it was not the kind of Immortality that Methos and his kind had; it was new, unknown, and a bit frightening.

Methos did know one thing: He could not leave the other man to his fate at the hands of a slave master.

So a few hours, a few words, and some not so subtle threats with a sword later, Methos managed to gain 'possession' of the man and the personal effects that were with him. When Methos got an upclose look at the other man, he looked even thinner and worse off than the far off inital view had given the oldest Immortal. He took the man and headed for the nearest spaceport to get off that planet as soon as possible.

Thus, began Jack Harkness' road to healing.
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just_imriel
Jul. 27th, 2009 12:00 pm (UTC)
The Sentinel, Jim/Blair, Establishing the ground rules
just_imriel
Jul. 27th, 2009 12:01 pm (UTC)
Firefly, dark!Mal/Simon, “It’s gonna take more than a few stitches to pay for passage, pretty boy.”
kelly_girl
Jul. 27th, 2009 08:36 pm (UTC)
"It's gonna take more than a few stitches to pay for passage, pretty boy."

The words echoed in the room as Simon cleaned the needle and hoped his desperation wasn't showing. He had to remain on Serenity for River's sake.

When he'd told the mercs that had helped him free River that he was headed for the outer territories they'd gladly shared horrifying stories of Reavers, outlaws and slavery. It appeared that he was 3 for 3 today.

"How else can I pay, Captain?"

A body, warm and smelling like blood and sweat pressed against his back and pushed him closer to the infirmary counter. Hands covered his.

"By warming my bed and doing what I say and who I say."

"I'm not a whore."

Simon felt every movement of the Captain's chest as he laughed.

"Doc you'd have to work awhile to even get up to the status of whore. Whore's got rights, slaves don't."

Simon tried to move but the Captain's body pressed impossibly closer and a mouth gently kissed his neck before latching on like some leech and sucking hard.

Simon yelled as teeth were added and they dug in, breaking skin. He jerked as a hand tore open his pants and fondled him until he was hard. His body whirled in confusion as it sent messages of pain and pleasure to his brain.

Suddenly he was let go and he turned, one hand pressed to his bloody neck the other grabbing the nearest scalpel. Anyone else might have apologized or been more cautious. The Captain only laughed.

"Get that mark cleaned up. Got to let the others know you're claimed before they try and make their own intentions known. Come to my bunk when you're done. If that weapon makes you feel better, bring it too. Don't get mad when I take it and carve my name on your chest. Dong ma?"

Simon put the scalpel down as the other man strolled away. Even he if succeeded in killing the Captain, something he knew he couldn't do, the others on board would torture him and then space him.

His sister would be at their mercy. The Captain of Serenity knew he had a willing slave, but Simon would wait and remember every mark, every pain, and one day he'd make the other man pay.
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skund
Jul. 27th, 2009 12:11 pm (UTC)
DCU, Superman/Batman, concubine
dearkiki
Jul. 27th, 2009 12:11 pm (UTC)
Band of Brothers, Speirs/Lipton, desire to serve
noxnoctisanima
Dec. 14th, 2009 03:06 pm (UTC)
Carwood isn't quite sure when it happened, somewhere in between boot camp and days in foxholes in an exploding forest, but he has forgotten how to live without orders.

It shouldn't matter, there are orders for how you can dress, eat, sleep, fight, but the problem is that there are no standing orders for sex.



The men were off enjoying the first civilisation they had seen in weeks and he was alone in their billet, a sleeping off a little of the lingering pneumonia exhaustion.

He'd slept for a few hours and was not surprised to wake with his dick hard against his skivvies. He considered it for a moment, weighing the razing he'd get from the men against his very fervent desire to come. He gave in to temptation, pushing his trousers and skivvies off his hips and spitting into his palm.

He hissed as he grasped himself, fully hard from barely a touch, and smoothes his thumb over the flaring head of his cock.

He didn't much care for slow, not the least when his last orgasm had been so far back he could barely remember the feel of it. He set a firm pace, one that would have embarrassed him slightly in company, but while alone was perfectly acceptable.

It didn't take long until the warmth, the tension, began to build up in his gut, low and warm and something he'd so badly missed. He stroked faster, almost racing to it, feeling his balls pull up and...nothing.

He was hard as a fucking rock, right on the edge, his hand still fisting his cock and he couldn't come.

His hips hitched up into his hand, his muscles burned, he spat on his hand again, the slickness beginning to fade.

He was close, so fucking close, a litany of "Please God. Fuck. Please." ran behind his closed lips.

There was a thump from the stairs and he froze, hand still on his dick.

"Lipton?" Speirs's voice called from the bottom floor.

"Yes sir?" He was amazed that he managed to keep any waver out of his voice.

"Major Winters would like to speak with us. Come now."

The words pushed into his mind and straight to his dick and he arched as he came, harder than he had in years across his fist. He panted through it, desperately trying to regain his voice.

"Coming Sir."

Carwood huffed out a breath as he heard Speirs leave the house.

Well, this was going to be interesting.
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dearkiki
Jul. 27th, 2009 12:12 pm (UTC)
Band of Brothers, Nixon, slave of the bottle
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me_ya_ri
Jul. 27th, 2009 05:04 pm (UTC)
SGA, John/Rodney, alien slave world

Note: Set in my Immortal!Rodney 'verse (see here for the previous fic). Knowledge of that fic isn't needed for this one.



"Oh please," Rodney drawls, rolling his eyes. "As if you know anything about slavery."

"I know it's wrong," John says hotly, glaring at Rodney. "Don't tell me you support slavery."

"I've been a slave," Rodney said, giving John that look, the one that says he's talking to the immortal Ancient Meredith rather than Dr. Rodney McKay. "I've been a slave owner. I've been a slave trainer, for heaven's sake. It's a massively inefficient way to run a society but under the correct—primitive--conditions it works."

John looks around at the alien slave world they were exploring, taking in the market with people stripped naked and bound, the prospective buyers shouting their bids, and the misery on the slave's faces. It makes his blood boil. He wants to tear the collars off of every single slave. He wants to shoot the slave dealers. He wants to beat the slave owners with their own elaborately woven little whips.

"Hey," Rodney says, his hand warm against John's cheek. "I know you're upset but this is their world. You can't understand it until you've done it."

"There's no way in hell I'd ever do that!" John says, waving at the slave masters.

"I wasn't talking about them," Rodney says, far too much knowledge in his eyes.

It goes straight to John's cock, making him look away from the miserable slaves being sold to the ones serving their masters. He doesn't want to see the happiness in their faces so he doesn't. John lets Teyla and Rodney deal with the people in charge. It isn't until they're back in Atlantis and finishing up dinner that John realizes that people there had to have been assuming that Ronon was Teyla's slave and John was Rodney's. He looks up sharply at Rodney, ready to snap something. The knowing look is back in Rodney's eyes, along with a sort of welcome that John never expected to see.

John finishes his food and leaves mumbling something about paperwork. He pounds on the punching bag in the gym. He runs until he's about to drop. It's late when he makes his way to Rodney's room. Rodney studies him, nods slowly and lets him in.

"I'm not a slave," John says, legs trembling with so much more than exhaustion.

"Do you want to be?" Rodney asks, neither judgment nor approval in his expression.

John hesitates. His legs make the decision for him, dropping him to his knees in front of Rodney. Rodney's fingers run through his hair. John leans into Rodney's hand, surprised as something lets loose inside and he relaxes.
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shanaqui
Jul. 27th, 2009 12:14 pm (UTC)
Supernatural, Sam/Dean, sometimes he just needs it.
camshaft22
Jul. 27th, 2009 03:14 pm (UTC)
Dean needs control. He's always needed it. There's only been one time where he was not in complete control of his self. Now that he's back, it's even worse and he is determined to have that control, even when his surroundings are going crazy and he thinks he might die. (Again) Even when he's going to have mindless sex, he's in control of the seduction, the game. It's just sex to feel good anyway.

Having this sort of control wears on Dean even though he doesn't notice, doesn't realize it... and even Sam starts to notice, as involved with himself and trying to fit Dean back into a life he started without him. But he had seen the lengths that Dean was starting to go and instead of letting the man self destruct, he simply paid a little more attention to what his brother needed.

They started slow, Sam taking more control than usual. In tiny ways, letting some of the pressure off his brother. At least from him. Castiel on the other hand... It continued like this until all of a sudden, before either of them had realized it, Dean was naked, on his knees before him, arms tied together so even he couldn't escape and he was using his only mouth to suck Sam off.

The two brothers never really discuss it, just wind up together when it gets too hard to control, taking what each other needs and fulfilling unspoken wants.
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dearkiki
Jul. 27th, 2009 12:15 pm (UTC)
POTC, Norrington/Sparrow, meet your Master
gsr_rocks
Jul. 27th, 2009 12:15 pm (UTC)
Dollhouse, Adelle/Claire, "You misbehaved and now you'll just have to watch."
anthimeriate
Jul. 28th, 2009 05:21 am (UTC)
(If this makes no sense in the morning, I call the right to blame illness. XD I have been so sick the past... almost 24 hours now, but I really wanted to write this once I got the idea. My apologies if I messed up in some way I didn't notice. XD)

Claire groaned in irritation, shifting her knees beneath her as she turned her head to look at Adelle. "What are you doing? Neither of us will get what we want this way!"

The complaint had little effect, perhaps besides frustrating the doctor even more in the long run. Adelle stood to the side of the bed, pacing the floor slowly. Somehow, she still managed to look as confident and unshakable naked in her bedroom as she did in her office. "You misbehaved and now you'll just have to watch," she stated simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Claire, still feeling defiant despite her worsening situation, pulled at the restraints binding her wrists behind her back and scoffed. "Watch what, exactly? We both know your own touch won't satisfy you right now. Not with me all tied up and in your bed."

To the doctor's further annoyance, Adelle seemed to have anticipated this reaction, because she looked far more amused than angry. "Still your tongue, Claire. Just as we both know I'm not about to get myself off for you, we also both know that you're getting yourself nowhere good."

She wanted to argue more, not quite ready to give in to the older woman's clear dominance yet. But as Adelle picked up a remote control off the bedside table, she became too curious snap back.

"To answer your first incredibly rudely phrased question, this is what you will be watching. I think you will find it a bit more convincing than seeing me touch myself, in any case. This way you'll fully realize what you're missing out on by not complying." Adelle's smirk could mean nothing good, and with the click of a button the television in front of the bed powered on.

Claire turned her head back to face the screen, just in time for the DVD player to be switched on. To her surprise, her own voice filled the room.

"Oh, Adelle," she could hear through the speakers, staring with a mix of surprise and fascination. It was unmistakably them on the screen, and she watched the recording of herself slide down her lover's body and settle comfortably between her legs.

She couldn't stop a real groan from escaping her, as odd as the situation was; she knew the tapes existed but had never wished to view them herself, and watching her lover's face as she pleased her was almost too much. Adelle only chuckled. "You like that, do you? Well, there are so many more scenes I'd like to torture you with before I'll even think of touching you again."

Shifting against the sheets again, this time only in attempt to relieve the ache between her legs, Claire decided that if this was torture, it was definitely one of the best kinds.
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gaffsie
Jul. 27th, 2009 12:17 pm (UTC)
SGA, John/Ronon, this never made it to the mission report
me_ya_ri
Jul. 27th, 2009 04:08 pm (UTC)
SGA, John/Ronon, this never made it to the mission report


"No," Ronon says, his hand heavy around the back of John's neck. "I like dangerous things. Why would I want to take his weapons away?"

"He could attack you," the leader of the assholes that had taken half his team said, licking his lips in a mixture of nervousness and excitement. "Kill you."

"Not good enough for that," Ronon smirks, the grip shifting and driving John to his knees.

John pants, resisting just enough to let Ronon know that this was not part of the deal. Ronon tightens his fingers, twisting John's head so that it's pressed against Ronon's leather-clad thigh. There wasn't a hell of a lot he could do about it, not with the other slave owners watching, not with Teyla and Rodney's lives on the line. He knows that they're watching from the cages behind the owners, knows that it's his performance that's going to convince the slave dealers to sell Teyla and Rodney to Ronon.

Ronon's grip shifts into John's hair, driving his face into Ronon's crotch. John moans, shaking as he realizes that Ronon's hard. He's getting off on this, on forcing John to obey, to submit, on having others watch them together like this. John bucks hard against the grip, getting just enough distance to look up into Ronon's eyes. They're hot, possessive, and strangely needy. John whines deep in his throat and brings his hands up to Ronon's thighs. His hands are shaking. Ronon tugs gently on John's hair. John goes willingly this time, his whole body thrumming from submitting. He mouths the taunt leather, moaning at the sound that tears out of Ronon's throat.

"Besides," Ronon said, "this is what he needs. What are you?"

"Yours," John breathes, the sound coming out so husky as to be unintelligible. He clears his throat and tries again. "Yours, Master!"

A few hours of negotiation later, they're on their way home. They all agree that this never made it to the mission report. John isn't surprised when his door chimes after dark.

"Again," is all Ronon has to say to have John on his knees.
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itsjustc
Jul. 27th, 2009 12:18 pm (UTC)
The Tribe, Ram/Mega, Master and servant.
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ltec
Apr. 17th, 2010 06:23 pm (UTC)
He is on his knees, naked and exposed, his hands behind his head, a blindfold over his eyes.

He can sense Dean moving, he can feel the leather strap trailing down his abdomen to his semi-erect cock.

'Get into position', Dean commands his voice low and rasping.

He falls forward his hands bracing his head, ass in the air, his hole twitching around the plug Dean put in earlier.

The first smack is light, by the fifth his ass is swaying between the blows, the skin burning, he moans.

'Your mine', Dean says and the strap hits the plug moving it over Castiel's prostate.

'I'm yours', Castiel whimpers, 'master'.
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morgan_cian
Jul. 27th, 2009 04:04 pm (UTC)
It wasn't about love. It was supposed to be about submission, service, letting go, trust...not love.

Fingers carded through his hair and he pushed into it. The low chuckle made him feel warm inside. The fingers tightened and tugged. Jensen opened his mouth as his master claimed him.

Stubble rasped against his cheek, "Such a good boy."

Jensen never meant to fall in love with his master.

"Mine." Liquid dark eyes held him and wouldn't let him hide. He was owned body and soul.

His heart was helpless in following.

"Yours, master."

Jeff's lips claimed him once more.
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badfalcon
Jul. 28th, 2009 10:00 am (UTC)
Obi-Wan stared at Qui-Gon, his eyes wide and his jaw set. He scratched the side of his head, fingers moving to the end of his braid in an old nervous habit he'd never quite lost. A single, eyebrow-quirked stare from his Master and his hands dropped to his lap again.

"I'm sorry, Padawan."

"You are joking, right Master?" Obi-Wan asked hopefully, wincing when Qui-Gon sighed and scrubbed one hand over his face. "They think... they... you... me.. us... oh. And... you're... we're going to go through with it?"

"Unless you have a better suggestion on how to get through the negotiations without getting us killed, Obi-Wan, then yes, you are going to have to be my," he paused, revulsion clear on his face. "My... submissive... for the week."

"Oh." Obi-Wan flushed, his eyes drawn to the silver collar and leather harness on the table next to Qui-Gon. He furrowed his brow, brain working in overtime as he tried desperately to think around the situation. A deep sigh escaped him when he looked up again and met Qui-Gon's eyes. "No Master," he reluctantly admitted. Another sharp exhalation and his whole body relaxed, posture and limbs softening. He dropped his eyes to the floor and stripped from his robes. Without speaking, he buckled the collar around his neck and fluidly slid to his knees at Qui-Gon's feet.
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