The Slave Auction Meme

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The Slave Auction Meme



❧ Leave a comment with the character's name, fandom, and whether your character will be playing the part of 'slave' or 'master', plus preferences for scenarios if you have any.
❧ Respond to others with one of the scenarios below or feel free to make up your own.
❧ Please remember to be respectful of others while you play

Warning: Be aware that this meme deals with dark subjects like slavery and may also contain non-consensual/dubiously consensual sex, violence, and kink.

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.

As always, feel free to use a combination of scenarios or make up your own if you have other ideas.


Snagged from here.

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[runningwithwolves]

"Oooo look at me. I get to sit in the passenger seat and everything?" Stiles mocked as he watched Derek pull out a pair of leather cuffs. He did how ever roll his eyes. Like he would make the mistake of trying to run right then and there. He had done that once and it hadn't ended well for him.

Stiles did get into the car and with a put upon sigh he did up his seatbelt. He raised an eyebrow and looked at Derek. "Happy?"

[sourwolf_hale]

Derek waited patiently for Stiles to get situated, his eyes never leaving Stiles. This pet, even though he was going to be hard to deal with, was going to be a wise investment. If he didn't get too attached. And he'd have to make sure that his Uncle didn't get a hold of him either. Peter had a thing for 'the pretty ones' as he called them.

Yes, Stiles was beautiful but Derek knew that all Peter would have done was beat him and break him until he was useless. He slowly took a breath and counted to 5, staying calm as Stiles ran his mouth. "Ecstatic. Wrists, now," he ordered, holding out an open cuff.

[runningwithwolves]

"Why? So I can't make a suicidal jump out of the car when you're driving?" Stiles asked but he put his hands out so Derek could put the leather restraints on. Stiles would pick and choose his battles to fight Derek on and this wasn't one of them. Being put in restraints wasn't a big thing. Stiles had lived most of his life in them.

[chickenleggy]

Hanzo nodded after a moment. "I am a light sleeper, if you wake me up when I'm asleep I'll probably kick you out." He dropped the blankets and pillows on the couch anyways. Just in case.

"If you want to take a shower or bath, go ahead. I'm going to work on some emails."

[theworldunwinds]

Vincent moved very little when he slept unless of course he was having a nightmare. But he felt safe here and the likelihood of that happening was slim.

Happily, he cleaned up, sticking any leftovers in the fridge and loading the dishwasher with their plates and utensils before going to take a bath.

He preferred baths because last time he took a shower, he slipped and fell. His backside was not a pretty sight after that. He made a mental note to get a rubber mat to put in so that he could take showers though, as a bath took a lot of time and water.

The new soaps he and James picked out were lovely, he scrubbed and combed and brushed the facility off of him, drying himself off by rubbing himself down. Hairdryers were noisy and he didn't like them much, but his fur dried quickly.

Putting on his new pajamas he headed for the bedroom. Hanzo had yet to come in so he crawled in under the covers on the side of the bed without the nightstand beside it. Curling up, he closed his eyes, though didn't fall asleep until Hanzo joined him.

[sourwolf_hale]

"So you can't make a run for it at a stop light," Derek says as he buckles the cuffs around each wrist, attaching the links between the cuffs to an anchor on the dashboard. He figured that Stiles was used to cuffs. He was probably used to metal ones too. But Derek wouldn't put him in metal ones yet. Those were used for much larger offenses than calling Derek an asshole.

[runningwithwolves]

"Been there. Done that. Helpful assholes took me down before I could get to far away," Stiles said honestly and with a sigh. He leaned back in his seat, hands out front of him. He pulled and jingled the restraints. They were solid restraints, nothing he would be able to break easily. His new master wasn't playing around.

"How am I suppose to give you a hand job like this?"

[chickenleggy]

Hanzo listened absently to Vincent moving around, mostly because he couldn't not listen to the noise. But once Vincent settled down in the bedroom, Hanzo was able to turn all of his attention to his work.

It was well after midnight, on the way to 2 AM, when he finally made his way to bed. He paused in the doorway. Vincent was curled on his side, the tips of his little hooves poking out from the edge of the bed.

Hanzo sighed and shook his head. How had this become his life? He turned on his lamp, then turned off the hall light and slipped into bed.

He was thoroughly unused to having somebody else in his bed, but it had been an extremely long day which made falling asleep easy.

A spare three hours later, his alarm was going off.

Hanzo rolled out of bed easily enough, heading out into the kitchen to start a kettle of water for tea.

[sourwolf_hale]

"And that's why you're being handcuffed to the car," Derek says with a quick flash of a smile. He closes the door and slips into the front seat of his Camaro.

Derek sighs as he starts the engine and pulls away from the auction house, heading back to his house. "You're not. That part of your training will wait till later."

[theworldunwinds]

Vincent had dozed off and then Hanzo came in. The presence of a warm body nearby had him truely asleep in an instant though, and he was happy to have a home again.

And then it seemed like an instant later Hanzo was up again. So little sleep! No wonder he was grumpy!

He got up a bit more slowly, stretching his legs and yawning widely as he rustled around for clothes. Tugging them on, he followed Hanzo into the kitchen.

"You came to bed so late." he said, giving himself a shake to wake up a bit more.

[runningwithwolves]

"You didn't buy me as a pleasure slave?" Stiles asked with a frown as he looked over at Derek. This was a first. All of his previous masters had bought him for one sole reason which is why Stiles had tried to run so often, why he acted out so much.

His frowned deepened. "Then why did you buy me?"

[pinkreaver]

Fae's head drops with a short laugh. "Shit, you're cocky."

Usually that's his role. He's almost annoyed by how amused he is with this man.

"I'll be disappointed if you don't back that up."

Flattening his forearms against the wall, so Keelan is somewhat caged between them, he grinds his hips forward, reveling in the way silk robes ride up with his movements, inch by inch. "I'll be honest with you," Fae breathes, biting his lip as a sharp jolt of arousal spears through him, and then slowly letting it slide back out from between his teeth. "I'm not patient enough to give it. Might rip you up if I get too frustrated."

That's always been a problem for him. Not only has he not been given an abundance of opportunities to top, he simply doesn't have the temperament to be good at it. It takes a certain level of awareness and skill to care for your partner - he's too selfish for it. When his style of fucking can be best summarized as get to the point, he can admit that he's careless. He's hurt partners before, and though he doesn't mind abuse on himself, when it comes to others-

"There's no fun in that," Fae sighs into Keelan's mouth, lowering his arms.

Especially not when Keelan seems to have had his fair share of such treatment already. Not that he feels any sort of protectiveness over that, but Fae isn't looking to add to what he's certain is a long list of unpleasant experiences.

They come around Keelan's lower back, grabbing a handful of his behind to jerk him closer as he smirks into their kiss. "Cut this soft and slow bullshit out and I'll let you rip into me, though."

[sourwolf_hale]

Derek took a breath, wondering how he was going to explain it. He never really had to before, at least not to a slave. "My family are trainers. We take unruly slaves, train them better, break them if we need to," he says after clearing his throat.

He glances over to the pet next to him. "We train them better than they were before and sell them for a profit." But Stiles... Stiles was different than the last 4 slaves Derek had trained. This one had a fire inside him that he hadn't seen before in a slave. "However... I might have to keep you for myself."

[runningwithwolves]

Stiles laughed. He threw his head back and laughed at Derek's words. "You think you're going to train me? Break me? Right," Stiles said with a snort and a mocking grin on his lips. "You won't be the first person to tell me that and then give up. You'll give up before I break." Stiles sounded smug and he felt it too. He had broken four other masters and he planned on breaking Derek.

[raventonbeauty]

Ashley knew full well that he'd gotten himself into this, but he still held out hope he could get himself out of it. Or, better, that his sorcerer brother would figure out how to track him down and barter him back. But that wasn't likely. Ashley had been clearly warned not to snoop around with his brother's magic.

Still dressed in his fine human clothing, a loose white shirt and fitted slacks, Ashley watched the crowd. There was petulance in his lovely face, and laziness, but there was also a sharp intelligence as he searched the crowd for allies or escape. He'd been found wandering in the wild forest and had been captured, brought to a fantastical faerie market to be sold to the highest bidder.

Ashley had few doubts about why he'd be bought. His beauty had always garnered him attention, and the men and women he'd encountered had been all too eager to paw at him. Ashley didn't expect the faerie realm to be any different.

[sourwolf_hale]

"You're not threatened by that idea... Most slaves clam up by this point, offer sexual favors, offer their own lives. They don't want to be owned by a Hale. Mostly that's because of my Uncle though. He nearly kills all his pets," Derek says softly, eyes still on the road.

[runningwithwolves]

Stiles did go still at the mention of 'Hale'. Oh shit. Even Stiles had heard about the Hales and how well they do with horrible slaves. But Derek also mentioned an Uncle that nearly kills his pets. That had to be Peter Hale which meant the person driving the car wasn't Peter. Maybe lady luck hadn't left him completely.

Not wanting Derek to know just how much it was effecting to know that he had been bought by a Hale he snorted. "You'll find out quickly that I'm not most slaves. I thought me calling you an asshole not once but twice in public no less would have shown that but I guess not. I'll have to step it up."

[chickenleggy]

"You can go back to sleep," Hanzo said, surprised Vincent had gotten up immediately instead of staying asleep in bed. "It's 5AM, I'm not leaving for the office until 8."

Hanzo's morning was usually starting tea while using the bathroom, then tea and toast, working out, shower, then work. There was plenty of time in there for Vincent to keep sleeping.

[theworldunwinds]

Vincent had just pulled on his shirt when Hanzo said this.

Could have said something last night! Oh well, at least he was dressed and ready for when Hanzo did leave.

He returned to bed with a shrug, but instead of settling back where he had, he curled up in the still warm spot where Hanzo lay. He was growing accustomed to his smell.

He was out like a light once more.

[sourwolf_hale]

It didn't matter if Stiles went still or didn't react at all, Derek could still smell the fear and then relief on Stiles. "Oh no. I know you're not like most slaves. Most have two extremes. They either scream themselves hoarse or they go silent. You're just talking like you're my equal," Derek says with a smile. "It's refreshing."

[runningwithwolves]

"Because I am your equal," Stiles stated and he believed it. It was one of the many reasons why he hadn't been broken by previous masters because he didn't believe in the slavery that the world was based on. He was a person and just because he was born into slavery doesn't mean he was a slave.

[thereinsofhistory]

Approval danced in his eyes when Tifa brought up her fists. In truth, Vayne regretted they were not sparring on more favorable conditions to her. She may have been of common blood, but there was steel in her eyes, a fervor as unyielding as mythril. The girl was a born fighter, a...

A curious expression flashed briefly across his face. Is it mere intrigue, this? he wondered, his dark eyes narrowing with amusement as a breeze swept his hair. He supposed it was enough to admit that Tifa was unlike any other maiden he'd known, common or highborn. And not merely in body.

"Terms are the right of a victor, Tifa," Vayne said, "but I shall hear yours nonetheless. What would you ask of me?"

[sourwolf_hale]

"Are you," the werewolf asked with a chuckle, dragging his eyes off the road to look over at him.

"Please, explain." Because Derek needed to hear this. So far he was counting this as a good purchase. The pet wasn't trying to kill him. Yet at least.

[runningwithwolves]

Oh give Stiles the chance and he just might try for Derek's life. That would definitely be one way to get away.

"I'm human. You're... well you're a werewolf," Stiles said with a snort. "But my other masters were all humans. Just because I was born a slave doesn't make me one. Maybe werewolves should be the slaves of the world. There are less of you than humans right?"

[sourwolf_hale]

Derek's last slave tried to kill him in his sleep. So even if Stiles did try it wouldn't shock him. He was expecting it.

"There are less of us, yes. But we're not anyone's slaves. They couldn't keep us. We're stronger, faster, unpredictable. We can smell your emotions. We can hear your heartbeats. Know when you're lying. When you're nervous. Find your weaknesses. No humans would be able to hold us as slaves," he explains. "It's a fun world to think about though."