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toastysocks ([personal profile] toastysocks) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2016-09-27 06:18 pm

The Slave Auction Meme

>The Slave Auction Meme
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.
starksolutions: (Devastating-Smirk-O-Tron 3000)

[personal profile] starksolutions 2016-10-03 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
Ah. Now Tony gets it. "No, no, you go ahead. I'll take the second batch. Can I just—?" He dips a spoon into the pan and grabs a mouthful. Rude, Tony.

He nods, looking very impressed. "That is amazing." He claps Gene on shoulder. "How do you like the sound of personal chef?"
lesserlion: (jamie-sheridan-arrow-1897888)

[personal profile] lesserlion 2016-10-03 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
"As I said in the jail, my lady, you have my loyalty and thanks for freeing me." He shifts slightly in his seat, resting a hand on the table. "A Lannister, I may not be, but I was trained by one, and my training was of a class one would expect from the heir of Casterly Rock. I would be doing not only yourself, but Lord Loren, a disservice if I failed to repay my debt to you, my lady."

He bows his head, respectfully.

"My position as Commander can be placed on hold. Particularily, if it is in service to one of the king's bannermen. There is no complication here."
tarmairon: (Suspicion // discolure)

[personal profile] tarmairon 2016-10-03 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
The inside of Temugin's head is a series of question marks. Telling him to eat first? Asking him if he wants to be his personal chef?

Yes. Most definitely a singular man.

But a better position than he'd expected than when he'd woken up this morning.

"...are you asking me, or telling me?" He's really not sure.
starksolutions: (comin for hte booty)

[personal profile] starksolutions 2016-10-03 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
Shrug. And a smile. "Asking. If you're not going to talk much about yourself and your record isn't any better, I'm just going to have to figure out what to do with you the hard way, huh?"

You said you're a jack of all trades, Gene, so I hope you're ready for some trial and error.
pinkreaver: (Default)

[personal profile] pinkreaver 2016-10-03 01:58 am (UTC)(link)


Fae groans around the shaft lodged in his throat, his hands sliding around to grip Keelan from behind, digging his fingertips into the pliant flesh to pull him closer against the ring of his lips. He can feel the sole of Keelan's foot, as warm and soft as his palms, drag up the length of him before lowering back down to toe at his balls.

A deep exhale bleeds past his nostrils as he pulls back, a few strings of saliva glistening beneath the moonlight before a swipe of his tongue breaks them apart. "I don't know if all the time in the world would be enough for that, let alone a night." He chuckles, he's doing this because he wants Keelan inside him, but he doesn't dismiss the idea. He grabs Keelan's erection and twist his wrist inward, rolling his hand up and down in firm, steady strokes. "Are you that hungry for a cock?" Fae's hand keeps moving as his mouth presses against that little patch of skin he'd bitten. He smirks, eyes flicking up to catch Keelan's - teasing. "Or is it just my cock?"
dominus: ({ Cheery encouragement)

it's lovely!

[personal profile] dominus 2016-10-03 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ A grin is much better than a look of fear. Ezio smiles, too. ]

Kurt. [ He pats the young man's cheek, thoughtful, and continues in German, ] He's not a very good Master, is he? You can be honest; I don't like him very much.
tarmairon: (Thinking // discolure)

[personal profile] tarmairon 2016-10-03 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
"...sure," he says, a little nonplussed. Well, more than a little. He's so nonplussed, he's minused.

Though you probably should have figured out what to do with him before you bought him, but no use shutting the stable door after the horse has bolted.

"I think I'd like that." Better than a lot of the other duties he's had, actually.
daor: (here again)

[personal profile] daor 2016-10-03 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
Just how big was Fae's mouth, really? It felt like he was being drawn impossibly into that warmth, hips nowhere to go if he were to move for more and held back from fucking into it. Being there was almost maddening in the inability to do anything.

"Now who's getting cocky?" He smiles softly, a light tug of his hand in Fae's hair. It's almost affectionate, the way he pulls the other man's head back so he could look down. His eyes flutter with the movement of Fae's hand, and this time he jerks his hips to the rhythm, meeting the motion so he could enjoy the friction for a moment.

Keelan shifts his leg to press his foot against Fae's chest, shoving him back against the carpet. The robe barely hanging onto his shoulders slips free, falling to the ground at his side as he shrugged it off. There were no more barriers now. Nothing to stand in the way of skin on skin, so Keelan found himself climbing into Fae's lap. He pressed himself against the other man's body, practically draping himself over him, just to see what it felt like. None of it was disappointing.

"I'm probably just being selfish by wanting to show you how to draw pleasure out." He said, dragging his nails down the other man's side, tracing along thigh until his fingers ghosted past his balls to the puckered hole of his entrance. "The kind of fuck you like is nice, but it's over so quick." Changing his course, he instead grabbed Fae's cock and shifted himself so that his own hole lined up with the tip, teasing with the lightest friction. "Let's make a deal. Leave me in charge, and if you can't handle it I'll give you what you want."
sourwolf_hale: (not a man werewolf)

[personal profile] sourwolf_hale 2016-10-03 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm glad to hear you're unmarked but that wasn't why I wanted to see you. It'll have to wait till next time then. And no. I'm keeping you right with me all night long," Derek says, gesturing towards the bathroom again. "Now. I expect you done within 10 minutes."

(Sounds good to me.)
willyousee: (Attentive)

[personal profile] willyousee 2016-10-03 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Eren Jaeger." Alcuin pronounces it carefully, trying to get all the strange sounds in the right places. "May I call you Eren?" If that is what he wishes to be called, that is what he shall be called. At least in this house. The lack of title is noted, but Alcuin doesn't mind so much for himself. It is others who will care. Still, he does not correct Eren.
runningwithwolves: (Default)

[personal profile] runningwithwolves 2016-10-03 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
"20 minutes." Stiles countered just because he could. He was pushing all of his boundaries, seeing just how far he could go and what he could get away with. So far it was a lot. Derek was definitely going to be easy to control. Maybe the Hale trainers weren't as good as everyone said they were.
shadowblends: (❧ effervescent)

yes'm, it is!

[personal profile] shadowblends 2016-10-03 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
[For the first time in a long while, the blue boy feels almost safe - like he can speak with someone not only in the protectiveness of his native tongue, but also hold a conversation without being talked down to or hit for speaking out of turn.]

Ja! [Kurt laughs, airy and giddily as they continue talking.] Oh, he's the worst! He has no respect for anybody. Before he approached you, he said many unkind words - both to me about myself and a few choice ones about you.
sourwolf_hale: (Default)

[personal profile] sourwolf_hale 2016-10-03 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
"10 and after that I come in and drag you out by that collar of yours," Derek says, his voice not giving him any room to argue. The werewolf wasn't going to be easy to control at all. He wasn't going to be controlled by a pet. "Argue again and you get a cold shower. Argue yet again and I chain you to the basement and hose you down, understood?"
runningwithwolves: (Default)

[personal profile] runningwithwolves 2016-10-03 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
Stiles made a face at Derek. Clearly he had pushed as far as he could go for now. Lifting his nose in the air, like he was better than the werewolf, Stiles brushed past him and into the bathroom. He quickly slammed the door in Derek's face.

Once alone Stiles let out a breath and looked at himself in the mirror. There was a bruise on his cheek but he had a lot worse. He looked at the overly tight collar. It was nice, nothing special, but again he had had a lot worse. With a sigh he stripped out of the clothes the auction house had given put on him and quickly stepped into the large luxurious shower. Definitely the best he had come across yet.

Stiles took his time in the shower and ten minutes came and went and he was still in it.
sourwolf_hale: (Default)

[personal profile] sourwolf_hale 2016-10-03 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
Derek watched Stiles until the boy was safely in the bathroom. He quietly stepped over to it and locked the door from the outside, making sure Stiles couldn't run anywhere. He slipped the key for the bathroom into his pocket and went downstairs to make Stiles a sandwich and cut up some strawberries for him to him to eat. He didn't want his pet malnourished.

But when Derek came back up and Stiles was still in the water, he sighed, checking his watch. 13 minutes. He paused for a moment, contemplating what Stiles' punishment would be, before setting the plate on top of the cage and unlocking the bathroom door. He wasn't going to give Stiles a warning. He opened the shower door and reached for the collar, dragging Stiles naked and wet out of the shower and onto the floor.

"What did I say to you before you went in here," he snarls at the boy.
runningwithwolves: (Default)

[personal profile] runningwithwolves 2016-10-03 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh come on!" Stiles complained as he was yanked out of the nice warm shower and out onto the cold bathroom floor. The cooler air hit him and he started to shiver as he glared at Derek. "That was the first hot shower in weeks. Weeks! Is it so horrible that I took longer than you wanted me to?" Stiles demanded wrapping arms around him. He wasn't embarrassed of his body, no, the skinny teen was just cold.
sourwolf_hale: (Default)

[personal profile] sourwolf_hale 2016-10-03 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes. It is. You disobeyed me. A direct order. I told you 10 minutes and you took longer," Derek says, dropping Stiles onto the bathroom rug. "For that, next shower you get is a cold one."

Derek wasn't going to let the slave get away with this. "Now... I was nice enough to make you food. Do you think you should get it now that you've disobeyed me," he asks, tossing a towel down at Stiles from the rack.
runningwithwolves: (Default)

[personal profile] runningwithwolves 2016-10-03 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Wait... what?" Stiles asked with a frown as he wrapped himself up in a towel. He hadn't been expecting food. Derek had taken that away as punishment for running. The teen's frown deepened.

"What's the trick?" Stiles asked not trusting Derek at all or his motives concerning deciding to feeding him.
starksolutions: (prettyboy nerdlord)

[personal profile] starksolutions 2016-10-03 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Great." Tony beams, like he's found a brilliantly clever solution to an intractable problem. "Take your time; I don't keep to much of a schedule. Always plenty to do." He chuckles.

And that settled - at least for now - Tony meanders off again to continue his nightly routine. (To the extent that he can be said to keep to any kind routine.)

He hits the exercise room, and then the shower, and then returns to the kitchen, now in boxers and another t-shirt. And he's very hungry. He hopes Temugin has finished the second portion of that curry stuff.
sourwolf_hale: (Default)

[personal profile] sourwolf_hale 2016-10-03 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
"No trick. You haven't eaten in 3 days. And I was being generous," Derek said, arms folded over his chest. He wasn't angry exactly. He was just really disappointed in his new purchase. He thought Stiles would have been smarter than this. "You had to disobey yet again, for the... fourth... fifth... sixth time tonight?"
runningwithwolves: (Default)

[personal profile] runningwithwolves 2016-10-03 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
Stiles was silent as he ticked off on his fingers every time he was disobedient, like he was proud of them. Which he was. Asshole. Asshole. Questions. Running away. Being dragged back. More questions. Bedroom. And finally the bathroom. "You're actually on the low side of how many times I've disobeyed. And the first two were in public. That can't be good for the Hale name."
sourwolf_hale: (Default)

[personal profile] sourwolf_hale 2016-10-03 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
The Master frowned, watching Stiles flippant attitude about this whole thing. It confused him how much Stiles seemed to not care about anything.

"You have no fear, do you... none at all. I hoped you would care more about your own life than this. Because here I am, trying to be nice to you as much as I can and you're acting like this."

He leaned down closer to the freshly washed pet, taking in all the moles and freckles peppered across Stiles' face. "And since you're going back on every order I give you, how about I go back on some of what I've said. So... remember how I said no cage? Guess what. You're getting the cage tonight."
runningwithwolves: (Default)

[personal profile] runningwithwolves 2016-10-03 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
Stiles paled at Derek's words and it took everything in the slave not to punch the master right where he stood leaning over him. He knew he had blown it the moment he reacted to the sight of the cage and now Derek was using it against him.

"You said I had a choice," Stiles spoke, his voice tense as he looked up at Derek from where he was on the floor wrapped in a towel. "You can't change your mind."
sourwolf_hale: (Default)

[personal profile] sourwolf_hale 2016-10-03 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
"I did say you had a choice. And you had a choice to obey me. You decided that wasn't for you and now you're going to have to deal with the consequences," Derek explained, watching Stiles closely.
runningwithwolves: (Default)

[personal profile] runningwithwolves 2016-10-03 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
This time Stiles did give into his urge and he punched Derek in the face. He saw no point in holding back as Derek had changed his mind and was now punishing him. Stiles hated cages, specially small ones, and so he shoved the werewolf and moved for the door. Another weak escape attempt.

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