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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.
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[personal profile] pinkreaver 2016-10-03 05:22 am (UTC)(link)


Fae grimaces, a bead of sweat rolling down his cheek with the effort he puts not to thrust his hips up. Just the heat coming off of the Keelan, the promise of how tight and warm it must be to shove his way inside him is enough to make his heart pound in his head. "You should give me what I want regardless," Fae rasps, his hands falling to Keelan's thighs so he can have something to ground him.

He drags his legs up, toes pushing into the carpet as he knees bump Keelan's back. His mouth falls open with a low gasp, struggling with this delicious weight on his lap - he forces himself to breathe, to let his lips curl into a smirk. "But sure, ponytail, if you need it that badly."

His words are cocky, but quietly, he's glad Keelan has offered to do the work. He's glad to be used. He's glad to be wanted. He's glad to feel his thighs shaking and his body pulsing with need, and this beautiful stranger so happily willing to relieve him of all of it.

He's glad.

Fae's head drops back to the floor with a soft laugh, his fingers digging into Keelan's thighs. "There's nothin' wrong with being selfish."
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[personal profile] sourwolf_hale 2016-10-03 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
Derek grunted at the punch and then the shove, falling backwards onto his ass. But when Derek sat back up he was fully shifted; ears, claws, fangs, the works. He growled loudly, grabbing his slave's ankle to yank him back before he could get too far away.
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[personal profile] runningwithwolves 2016-10-03 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
God damn, Derek was fast. Faster than any of his other masters. Stiles hadn't even gotten out the door before he felt Derek's grip on his ankle and the slave was being pulled back.

Stiles looked back and his eyes went wide at the fully shifted Derek. "What the hell?!"
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[personal profile] sourwolf_hale 2016-10-03 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
With another yank he pulled Stiles back to him, crawling over Stiles and growling in his face, jaw snapping at the slave. Derek was done playing nice. He tried to be nice. He tried to help Stiles, treat him as well as a Master could with a runaway slave. A clawed hand wraps around Stiles' collared neck and Derek stands, dragging the naked slave behind him, heading straight towards the cage. If Stiles was going to get out of this now he better start begging.
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[personal profile] runningwithwolves 2016-10-03 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
Dear lord werewolves in their shifted form were terrifying. Stiles' brain just froze for a long moment as he took in Derek's face and before he realize what was happening he was being dragged towards the cage by his collar.

"Wait! Wait! Wait! I'll be good!" Stiles said scrambling to get onto his feet but Derek was fast and strong. "I'll behave! I'll listen! Please don't put me in the cage!" Stiles would stink of fear as he continued to scramble.
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[personal profile] sourwolf_hale 2016-10-03 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
There was the normal scent of fear that Stiles has been missing this whole time. Apparently all it took was his shifted form and threat of being put in the cage to get the human to comply. Derek stilled, blue eyes staring down at the human.

"You will listen to me and do exactly what I tell you. Do you understand." His voice was low, near a growl, leaving no space for Stiles to argue, only comply.
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[personal profile] runningwithwolves 2016-10-03 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes, sir," Stiles said softly swallowing hard as he looked up at Derek. There was relief now mixed in with his fear because he really really hated the thought of spending the night in the cage.
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[personal profile] sourwolf_hale 2016-10-03 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
"I know you don't like the idea of staying the cage. I can smell it on you. You're terrified of it. I'd rather not use it on you," Derek says, still fully shifted. He glances at the plate of food perched on top of the cage.

Slowly he lets go of the slave, blue eyes boring into Stiles' beautiful brown. "Stay," he orders, but he doesn't walk away. He watches Stiles, waiting for the pet to do something.
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[personal profile] runningwithwolves 2016-10-03 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
Stiles stayed where he was. He had pushed Derek way past breaking and now Stiles would have to let his pride suffer as he listened and obeyed to the werewolf. He hated it but he hated the cage more.

"Can you have the cage removed from the room?" Stiles asked not moving from his position on the floor, he doesn't even sit up though he was dying to.
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[personal profile] daor 2016-10-03 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Need is a strong word." Keelan wished he had put more thought into this than he actually had. The need and tension between them shook a lot of his usual methodical practices out of his mind, that it was just now occurring to him the use of oil would make things smoother. Fortunately there were caches of it around the room, but the nearest vial would have him stretching awkwardly to reach the basin again. Regardless, he abandoned his tease long enough to grab the glass vial, easily coming back down into position once he had it.

A liberal amount was applied to his hand before he reached back to grab the other man's cock again. He pumped his hand to coat, but didn't waste a lot of time doing so before he was aligning them back up again. With a deep breath and a look of concentration furrowing his brows, Keelan lowered himself. Little by little his ass swallowed each delicious inch of his thick, hard cock. He could feel the lack of preparation take it's toll on his hole, but it was nothing he couldn't bear. It wasn't as though he never used that part of his body, so it was maybe not as tight as it should be, but currently not as loose as he'd like. It left Keelan to finally puff once he was seated firmly on the man's lap.

He set the vial down finally, wiggling just a little to tease Fae but also get himself accustomed to feeling full. There was even a smirk on his lips, his golden eyes hooded as he placed his hands on either side of Fae and looked down. Keelan didn't say anything, though. He moved his hips, letting his body do the talking for him instead.
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[personal profile] sourwolf_hale 2016-10-03 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
"No," Derek answered quickly as he turned to get some clean clothes for the boy. He wouldn't remove it yet. Maybe in a few days if Stiles could prove he could behave.

He went through some extra clothes that he had purchased for his last male slave. They might be a little small on him but Derek wouldn't have him catching cold and getting sick.
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[personal profile] runningwithwolves 2016-10-03 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
"You're going to use it as a punishing tool, aren't you," Stiles said with a sigh. He hated that Derek had something that would make Stiles behave. If he just hadn't reacted to the damn thing then this wouldn't be happening. Derek would still be eating out of his hands.
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[personal profile] sourwolf_hale 2016-10-03 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
"If it means anything, I don't want to use it on you. So how about you don't make me," Derek says, turning back to Stiles with soft pajama pants and a shirt in hand. Derek rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck, shifting back easily back to his normal human form before stepping forward to give the clothes to Stiles.
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[personal profile] runningwithwolves 2016-10-03 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Then don't threaten me with it if you won't want to use it," Stiles said as he finally sat up from his position on the floor. He took the clothing and frowned for a soft moment before looking up at the werewolf who was now fully human with a raised eyebrow.

"You're giving me clothing?"
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[personal profile] sourwolf_hale 2016-10-03 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Just because I don't want to use it doesn't mean I won't. Don't make me use it."

Derek watched the emotions play across Stiles' face for a moment. Apparently Stiles' past owners didn't clothe him. That... That didn't sit well with Derek. "I'll take them back if you don't want them," Derek asks, holding out his hands to take them back if Stiles opted out of them.
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[personal profile] runningwithwolves 2016-10-03 06:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Hell no," Stiles said and he clutched at the clothing like they were made out of gold and not cotton. Derek was right in his assumption that his previous masters hadn't clothed them. After all he had been bought as a pleasure slave and why do pleasure slaves need clothing.

He hurriedly tugged on the shirt and with a careful look at Derek, he stood up and put on the slightly large sweat pants.
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[personal profile] sourwolf_hale 2016-10-03 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
Pleasure slaves need clothing because they're not always taking cocks in every hole. Or at least that's what Derek thought. Derek figured it would be sexier if they weren't naked all the time. It'd be better if you couldn't always see what they looked like.

"Those will be yours until I can trust you in public and we can get you your own wardrobe," he informed the slave, turning to change out of his own clothes and into his pajama pants.
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[personal profile] tarmairon 2016-10-03 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
Temugin eats fast. He's always done so - to keep his food from being stolen, and to keep himself from getting in trouble. So being told to take his time was once again baffling.

He's known Stark for all of a few hours, and he's been trusted more than he ever has been in his life.

He's not sure if or when he should fetch Stark for dinner, but he's barely finished cooking when Stark comes by, hair damp from the shower and in boxers.

"Good timing," he says.
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[personal profile] runningwithwolves 2016-10-03 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
"So, never?" Stiles asked staying where he was. He did watch his new master change with some interest because well he might not like Derek personally and he was a little scary when he shifted but the guy clearly had a body of a god. All his other masters had been older men so this was new to Stiles and he just couldn't help himself.
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[personal profile] sourwolf_hale 2016-10-03 07:12 am (UTC)(link)
Derek could feel Stiles' eyes on him and he smiled, turning just as he pulled up his sleep pants. He knew he wasn't horrible to look at and neither was Stiles. He knew that when he got to that part of Stiles training that they'd have... some fun.

"Well, you'll need to be taken out eventually. I'm not just going to waste money on clothes that might not fit you. Besides, your next owner might want to show you off outside," he said as he neared Stiles.
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[personal profile] runningwithwolves 2016-10-03 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Right. You're just a trainer," Stiles said as he was reminded that Derek had probably purposely picked out a bad slave so he could train them and resell them. That caused Stiles to scowl softly as Derek moved closer.

"So you have no slaves at all?" Stiles asked as he tried to figure out his new master.
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[personal profile] sourwolf_hale 2016-10-03 07:26 am (UTC)(link)
Derek didn't want to jump too far ahead but if Stiles turned out alright he might want to keep him for himself. Stiles was different. He smelled different. And since he could smell something other than dirt, Derek could tell that he smelled amazing. That and he did get an amazing deal on him because he was so bad.

"No. I don't. I find it easier if it's just the two of us here. Nobody else to distract the new slaves. I will take you to my family's house and you can meet their slaves but that won't be for... at least a few months."
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[personal profile] runningwithwolves 2016-10-03 07:28 am (UTC)(link)
"So I'm stuck with you and no one else?" Stiles made a face because he wasn't sure if he liked that or not. He got along with other slaves, most of the time, but when he didn't get along with them they usually used him as a scapegoat. With Stiles' bad rap his previous masters didn't really question it.

"I'm going to be stuck in that damn cage 24/7."
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[personal profile] sourwolf_hale 2016-10-03 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Then don't make me put you in there. I have other restraints I can put you in. And you'll see them eventually, I'm sure," Derek said with a small smile, looking Stiles over. The collar looks good on him. He might have to find him a different color though. Black was too dark on his skin. He needed something else. A red or a green maybe.

"If you promise to behave when we get in bed you can have your sandwich," he nods to the plate sitting on the cage, a water bottle standing next to it. Besides, while Stiles was eating he'd be able to set up the restraints for bed. He'd cuff Stiles' hands and lock his collar to the headboard, and he hoped he wouldn't have to do any more than that.
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[personal profile] runningwithwolves 2016-10-03 07:49 am (UTC)(link)
"What? Do you expect me to jump you?" Stiles asked with a slight grin. "I mean in a sexual way. Not the punchie way which I've done... twice now." Stiles might have been a little proud of that and it showed in his voice on and his face. "But don't worry. You're ass is safe from me. You're not my type."

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