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Thursday is here at last--almost through the week! I'm

me_ya_ri, and today is my last day as your guest host this week.

Today's prompt is Slavefic.

Today's all about how slavery changes things for the characters involved. It can be loving, fully consensual BDSM slavery, full-on abusive slavery like in history, or anything in-between today. This is a day for examining how changing the power relationships between the characters changes everything, sometimes for the good, sometimes for the bad.

Please observe the following rules:

- Six prompts per fandom per day. Author's choice prompts are free. No other limits.
- One prompt per comment.
- Warn for spoilers in the subject line of your comment and leave three lines of spoiler space.

Please prompt using the following format:

Fandom, character or pairing, prompt
Or, for crossovers:
Fandom 1/Fandom 2, character or pairing, prompt

Examples:

Smallville, Clark Kent/Lex Luthor, He shouldn't want to strap on the collar. He knew that, always had known it, but belonging to Clark was the one thing that kept Lex stable through all the traumas life threw at him.

DCU, Roy Harper/Dick Grayson, He was squirmy, limber and extremely noisy so of course Roy enjoyed it when they played Master and slave. When else did he get a chance to see Dick calm, quiet and still?

Smallville, Kal-El/Lex Luthor, The one where the Kryptonians conquered Earth and Kal-El took Lex as his highly unwilling slave.

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Smallville, Clark Kent/Lex Luthor, He shouldn't want to strap on the collar. He knew that, always had known it, but belonging to Clark was the one thing that kept Lex stable through all the traumas life threw at him.

DCU, Roy Harper/Dick Grayson, He was squirmy, limber and extremely noisy so of course Roy enjoyed it when they played Master and slave. When else did he get a chance to see Dick calm, quiet and still?

Roy re-enters their bedroom and stops to take in the sight of Dick kneeling in the center of the room, hands behind his back and head bowed. Roy could see the slight twitches in Dick's frame as he forced himself to stay still, something so against his nature that this had to be killing Dick.

But it was beautiful to see. Dick was never this calm, quiet, or still, not even on a stakeout. Only here, for Roy when they played like this, did he control himself. Only for Roy.

Roy walked forward and ran his fingers through Dick's hair. Dick didn't look up until Roy tugged. His blue eyes were dark with lust. Dick enjoyed this game as much as Roy did.

"On the bed, Robbie. On your back, hands on the headboard." He leaned in. "No movement and no sounds, or I stop. Understand?"

Dick didn't move or speak, but his eyes got darker and his cock twitched. Roy smiled and let go of Dick's hair. "Good boy," he said. "You can move, now." Dick stood gracefully, following orders. Roy blatantly watched and shifted as his pants grew tighter.

Dick was gorgeous, and right now, right here, all his, in every way possible. Roy wished he could keep it this way, keep the world from hurting his Robbie as it tended to do, but he couldn't. This game would be all he could do.

It would have to be enough.

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Smallville, Kal-El/Lex Luthor, The one where the Kryptonians conquered Earth and Kal-El took Lex as his highly unwilling slave.

DCU, Slade Wilson/Dick Grayson, He loves to watch his boy sink to his knees in submission.

DCU, Tim Drake/Dick Grayson, Dick apologizes to Tim the only way he can, on his knees, head bowed.

Last Remnant, any pairing, the AU where sovani still rule over all the other races

Last Remnant, Hannah/Hinnah, a way to keep her wild sister out of trouble

Last Remnant, David/any, tribute given to the marquis

Homestuck, Aradia/Equius, for all the impropriety, it feels so good to kneel at her feet

Liar Game, Yokoya/Nao, a deal with the devil

Liar Game, Nao/Akiyama, no longer trusting himself, he submits to her

Liar Game Fukunaga/Nao/Akiyama, joint ownership

Final Fantasy XIII, Jihl/Vanille, everyone knows Pulse l'Cie aren't human but they make useful enough toys

Final Fantasy XIII, Fang/Vanille, their lives belong to the fal'Cie now, but they still have each other

Final Fantasy XIII, Lightning/Fang/Vanille, AU where Lightning becomes a slave to Fang and/or Vanille.

Dragon Age 2, Fenris/Anders, showing the mage some of what his life was like with Danarius, whether Anders likes it or not.

Homestuck, any troll/kid pairing, Alternia conquers Earth -- what do they keep its inhabitants around for?

Final Fantasy XII, Ashe/anyone, a queen's privilege

Edited 2011-05-12 14:53 (UTC)

Final Fantasy XII, anyone/Ashe, the fact that she used to be royalty only makes her submission sweeter

A/N: Contains non-con and Sadism

“Say it.” Vayne said his voice harsher than the coldest winds of the Paramina Rift; he peered down his icy blue eyes wearing a look of contempt.

“Make me.” Ashe kept her back straight and head up, despite the rough ropes digging into her flesh in defiance of her pride. He will not break her, she has only her pride and even damned Occuria will not take that from her.

He sneered. “What was that?”

She looked him straight in the eyes, her gaze unwavering. “I said. Make me. You Vayne Carudas Solidor, may have dominion over most of Ivalice, but I swear over my father’s and my husband’s graves you will never have dominion over Ashelia B’Nargin Dalmasca Princess of Dalmasca.” Despite being forced to kneel by the ropes, she knelt with pride and dignity befitting her stature.

Vanye crouched over and slapped her, making her cheek sting violently. Her insolence and defiance would only make him angrier, but it was worth it for her pride. “You will pay for your insolence.” He reached for the crop, and tapped it against his other palm. “I shall give you but one chance to tell me exactly what you did wrong, and to apologize for it.” She kept her posture and gaze refusing to move even in the slightest. “Very well, it was your choice.” With his foot he pushed down making her face the cold marble floor below. She gritted her teeth and clenched her jaw preparing for the upcoming beating.

“These first few are for your refusal to obey.” The cropped slammed against her upper back as he hit it, they stung sharply, but she had received much worse wounds on the battlefield. “These are for not calling me Master or Emperor.” The blows continued, by now he had found a steady beat of one, two, three. She could predict and prepare herself for the next blow, but with each hit the residual sting increased becoming increasingly difficult to bear. He wanted to break her and she knew that, she would never allow it to get to her.

“And these are for referring to yourself by title.” He raised the crop, this time aiming for her rear for the first few blows before returning to her back, which was now tender and sore from earlier. It stung much more than ever, nearly sending her to tears. The pace of the beating now changed her was quicker not allowing her time to recover from the previous one. She bit her lip resisting the urge to cry out, he would not see her break.

“You know I won’t stop until you apologize.” She remained silent and still. “As you wish; but remember you only bring this upon yourself.” He continued with the rapid blows against her skin. Ashe was near her breaking point, tears began to stream down her face. A distraction from the pain was needed; she focused her thoughts on Dalmasca and seeing it free one day. She would lead her people with kindness and wisdom, not cruelty and greed. The pain continued relentlessly distracting her. She then focused on the rough hempen ropes that bound her they dug into her skin leaving them red; he had purposely tied her as to irritate her more sensitive areas. A pained noise between a moan and a scream escaped her mouth, as she began to notice the crop slap her back once again. Anymore and she not what would happen.

“P-please stop.” She said. The shattering realization that Vayne had broken her had hit her, no longer was she the dignified princess of Dalmasca, she was now the emperor’s plaything to use however he pleased. It was shameful, and the feeling of disgust at herself filled her.

“Apologize first.” He continued

“Y-yes. I’m sorry for my insolence I am merely yours to keep and to use as you wish. I simply an insolent good for nothing whore, my own thoughts an opinions do not matter as I am below you.” Mentally she hated herself for saying that, it was degrading and appalling.

“Good. Now get up.”

She rose as best she could, and noticed the large bulge in his trousers, and the smirk across his face. Her face felt hot, she suspected her cheeks had turned a bright red, and she expected the worse.

He unbuttoned his trousers showing off his hardened prick; it stood there proudly its tip glistening only inches away from her face. “Pleasure me…” He commanded with the same sort of firm tone of voice that he would use for his subordinates. Without a second thought she took him in, realizing that she had fallen so far. He tasted of sweat and salt, she worked quickly hoping that the ordeal would be over soon. With a deep grunt he pulled out spilling his seed over her face.

“Look how far you’ve fallen princess, and that makes it all the better.” He buttoned up his trousers, and turned around. “I have business to attend to. I leave you here to better contemplate your position.” With that he left his footsteps echoing through the room.

Final Fantasy XII, Fran/Balthier and/or Penelo, keeping a pet hume

Animorphs, any character, completely submitting themselves to the alien in their head

Submit.

What?

She ignored the voice of the alien that was now taking over her mind as she searched her memories for what she had done to deserve this. She had joined the group, The Sharing, simply to find someplace in this stupid school as a way to belong to something. She had always felt like an outcast and something about the group had appealed to her so she had made the decision to join. And enjoyed making friends in what she thought was a great friendly environment that encouraged a person into thinking about doing something selfless for another person.

That had been over a year or two ago to the day of when she had joined and then told her very pleased parents that she found a great group at school to join.

Submit.

And now she was finally becoming a full member of the group. This thing of going down into an underground pit surrounded by monsters and other people like her was not what she had mind when becoming a full member. Even when she struggled as hard as she could with them when their hands had been on her arms, her head had still forced into the pool and she felt something slip up into her ear.

Why was she feeling a strange impatience when she scared out of her mind?

Submit Kal.

Great... this thing somehow had the ability access to her memories now and even knew her name. She knew when it felt her give in and she sensed its triumph, that she was submitting her entire sense of self to it. There was no use in fighting against it now when it was too late for her.

I...

Yes?

I submit.

Dragon age origins, Zevran/male warden, submission to a new master, even if he is free of the Crows.

Bleach, Yoruichi/Soi Fon, Soi Fon loves her mistress

Puella Magi Madoka Magica, Madoka/Homura, Madoka never knows that she owns every bit of Homura

Puella Magi Madoka Magica, Mami/Sayaka, training the new girl

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