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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[sourwolf_hale]

Derek almost answered the first part but then decided not to, favoring to smile at the the last bit. "I'm not your type? Please, explain to me what is your type? Given your past owners and how you treated them I'm assuming it's not old men. You into twinks? Or women?"

[runningwithwolves]

"I don't have a type," Stiles lied as he moved to get onto the bed willingly. It was either the bed or the cage and there was no way he was going into the cage. So he had to settle for whatever Derek planned.

As he climbed onto the bed, the sweat pants that were just a bit to big, fell down slightly showing off his ass.

[sourwolf_hale]

Derek's eyes went right to that nice little ass of his, smiling appreciatively as he admired it. He could hear the lie rolling off Stiles' tongue, his heart beat spiking for only a moment. He chuckled softly.

"I will say, you are my type," he breathed, before pulling his eyes away and running a hand over his face. He's pretty sure he's going to regret this purchase. "Now eat your sandwich before I secure you in for bed."

[runningwithwolves]

Stiles looked over his shoulders at Derek's words and saw exactly where the werewolf was looking. It caused the teen to blush, something he hadn't done in a long while, which he tried to cover up with a scowl as he pulled his pants up.

"Not happening, Puppy," Stiles said as he grabbed the sandwich and the bottle of water from the cage before moving to the side of the bed that was farthest from it. No way he was going to sleep next to it. "And do you really need to secure me? You're a werewolf and you'll be in the same bed."

[sourwolf_hale]

See? It was better when you had clothes to cover up. That was blush he saw on his new pet's cheeks. There were ways to get to him and Derek knew it. He could get Stiles to want him easy. He already felt Stiles' eyes on him as he was changing.

"I do need secure you. And I will secure you. And you're not getting out of it. So don't try," he says, pulling a chain from the nightside table on Derek's side. Derek was planning on sleeping closest to the cage anyway. That was his side of the bed.

[runningwithwolves]

"Do you know how uncomfortable it is sleeping in chains?" Stiles asked with a raised eyebrow as he watched the werewolf pull a chain from the night side table. He slowly picked at his sandwich as he watched Derek.

Yes the teen was hungry, starving really, but this wasn't the first time he had been starved and he knew if he ate to quickly, and he wanted to eat quickly, it would make him sick. So he picked off pieces of his sandwich as he sat crossed leg on the bed.

"Are they going to be tight? Or lose enough for me to wrap around your neck and choke you?"

[sourwolf_hale]

"The chain is going to connect your collar to the headboard. It won't be long enough for you to get out of the bed without me unlocking it. I thought about cuffing you but... you can't hurt me so I don't think I'll need to cuff you again." Derek comes around the foot of the bed, attaching the short chain to the headboard with another padlock.

Derek knew how uncomfortable it was to sleep in chains. Before werewolves can control their shift sometimes they had to be restrained on full moon nights. Derek remembers being a teen himself and having his mother secure him to his bed. It hurt and he howled. He didn't like it.

[runningwithwolves]

"Then can you loosen my collar?" Stiles asked because it was tight, tighter than he liked it to be, and he really didn't want to wake up to raw skin around his neck again. "Just a bit? So if there is pressure on the chain I don't die from suffocation?"

[sourwolf_hale]

"I was planning on doing that anyway," Derek says with a small smile. "Last thing I need is to wake up next to your dead body."

After securing the chain to the headboard, Derek went to retrieve the key for the lock on Stiles collar. "Head down," he ordered.

[runningwithwolves]

"And ass up?" Stiles said with a snort because he had heard that order one to many times. But he put his head down, stuffing a bit more sandwich into his mouth as he waited for Derek to loosen his collar.

[sourwolf_hale]

"Give it a couple weeks for that order, little one," Derek answered with a roll of his eyes. He unlocked and loosened Stiles' collar by a small notch or two, making sure it could move as he slept without hurting him but that was all, before quickly locking it again. "Better?"

[runningwithwolves]

Stiles snorted at the 'weeks' comment. "Or months. Maybe even years," Stiles said before lifting his head. He was able to move the collar without it rubbing his neck which was a lot better than compared to how tight it was before.

"Better. Not much but better."

[sourwolf_hale]

"Well that's as good as you're gonna get it right now. And yes, weeks. I'll start prepping you tomorrow," he says, securing the chain from the headboard to the back of the collar.

[runningwithwolves]

Stiles let out a sigh as he was chained to the bed. "Shouldn't you let your slave become use to you and your house before you decide to start molesting it?" Stiles asked as he turned his head to look at Derek. He was trying to make Derek feel bad about what he was going to do which never really worked with any of his masters. None of them cared.

[sourwolf_hale]

"I'm sure you've had worse than a plug up your ass the second night after your purchase," the master counters, reaching out to run a hand through Stiles' still damp hair. Derek cares a bit. And yet at the same time he doesn't. Because he's sure Stiles' had worse than anything he could possibly do to him.

[runningwithwolves]

"A plug?" Stiles said with a whining groan but he froze at the feel of Derek's hand in his hair. He swatted at the werewolf's hand and moved his head away. he scowled at his master.

"You must ask before you touch," Stiles said in a dead serious tone.

[sourwolf_hale]

Derek raises an eyebrow, looking down at the pet sitting crosslegged on his bed. "Must I? That's very bold for a slave to tell it's Master. Well then, may I touch," he asks.

And Stiles has to know that Derek could do what he wanted, right? He wouldn't do too much but he could run a hand through his hair if he wanted.

/throws open the door and welcomes you with open arms

[rebelarchivist]

Sorry I didn't get back to you, I was at a con all weekend and was way too busy!

But no, this sounds really great and I totally ship Dorian with damned near anyone and especially Quizzies, so we can totally have him come and save his boyfriend from awful Vints or something like that.

[commandandcontrol]

The second hand got a bit of subtle gasp and the closeness made Sonja squirm in a good way. She was naked, and her new mistress (oh gosh her new mistress!) was playing with her slit. She was being toyed with, like a toy!

The power dynamic of her clothed mistress playing with her naked slave, oh gods she was melting. She mewled, working her hips against Konoka's hand. Her knees were weak and she reached out to grab handfulls of Konoka's clothes just to help her stay standing.

(Ugh sorry, lost most of yesterday to a funeral :|)

[thereinsofhistory]

She was quick as a Wildsnake, and the lash of her fist told him Tifa had practiced that strike many times before, with devotion worthy of their master. For the instant he had to react, Vayne felt his chin twitch toward that upward nod of approval. It was almost a shame to have to parry it.

Vayne stepped, not away from her fist, but toward it. The elbow of his left arm came up to meet her fist on its sharp point. Bone met bone, and muscle clenched, and it was a surpassingly inelegant thought but gods her eyes were perfect in that moment. Vayne grunted appreciatively at the force behind her fist as it rebounded, his own eyes dancing with intent.

"Well struck. Now, I reply."

His right hand raised, palm open and fingers clasped together as tightly as a phalanx, readying itself in a pose she'd no doubt recognize as the Lotus Palm their master was so famous for.

And how well Tifa recognized it might determine whether she noticed the sweep of his left leg toward her knee.

[omnipresently]

"Then I would be pleased to take you into the service of my House," Seraphina replied, finally favouring Alek with a small smile, tinged with relief, and the first of which she'd shown since realizing exactly whom she'd released from the cell.

"To keep everything orderly while traveling, please understand that I will refrain from announcing this agreement until we've returned to the Greencross. You'll also be able to send ravens to Castamere and King's Landing, and to anyone else you need to contact to let them know what is happening. Will you need anything brought from either location?"

[im_gonna_heal_u]

And with Sonja mewling like that, Konoka let her fingers curl inside her, aiming to penetrate deeper. She was at the moment oblivious on how being clothed compared to her naked slave was doing such wonders, but there was one thing she did understand, and that was a small feeling that had been growing and growing inside her, telling her that only she was allowed to do this to Sonja. She better make sure everyone in and around the Konoes knew not to touch her, this woman was hers. It was with renewed vigor that Konoka began to lean in and start kissing at her neck.

"Geez, you're already soaked. How could you be this eager? Were you waiting for just the right person to turn you into some sort of slave slut?" The brunette felt conflicted over the words pouring over her mouth. "Well your mistress is here to grant your wish, because I'm nice like that. Appreciation..." she now teased Sonja's neck with her lips AND her teeth. "...should be the least you can do."

[kissofthewhip]

[Approval hoods Mavros' expression, something languid coming into the way he continues to stare down and the inching curve on his lips. It into a full smile when Wanda looks away and he smirks at the stage, allowing Du'Blanc to have all the sympathy offered sweetly from his adept.

No, it's not the same. The hunger there in his peer is a far different flame. Louis does not immediately leave but stares at them and the picture they make before he makes his excuses, bowing in rigid acquiesce. Elua help the adept that he does buy -- for he'll have one, no doubt in that -- he's the type to dash himself against those passions. It's a grasping want, Marvos thinks. With hands that reach to take and take. Brutish.]

Well said.

[The praise is simple, murmured in Wanda's ear. Mavros receedes enough so that they may turn to the contract table. He flashes Louis one stunning smile as they depart and revels in how Du'Blanc scowls. The contracts are spread out on the table on screens for the both of them, done up on devices decorated like ornate mirrors. He picks them up instead of signing there. Telling the staff they will review, which there are rooms set aside for. ]

I've read yours already.

[He tells her once they're behind closed doors with his assistant dismissed. It's plush, dominated by a deep-set couch and lighted low. Stocked because negotiations so frequently roll into enjoyment of one's purchase.]

Sit. I mean to have you tonight but if you sign then you'll be shared between myself and a cousin of mine as it shows. I did not see that you declined such a possibility. Does that still hold?

[Mavros remains standing, screen perched on his hip.]

[starksolutions]

Tony grins at Temugin, and sits down on a bar stool at the long island counter. The plate of curry is piping hot, but it looks and smells so delicious that Tony can't help himself, and digs in right away. At least the heat keeps him from inhaling the entire plate all at once.

He nods appreciatively as he chews. "I could definitely get used to this," he says around a mouthful. "This was a great idea." As if buying himself a personal chef was the plan all along, and not an ad hoc solution to an impulsive decision. "Where'd you learn to cook like this? One of your masters pay to have you trained, or did you pick it up yourself?"

isn't everything tony does an ad hoc solution to an impulsive decision

[tarmairon]

"Neither," Temugin said. "Some of the other slaves taught me. So my range is a bit geographically limited. If you're looking for Cordon Bleu, you'll have to look elsewhere."

Apparently the curry has made him a little bit spicy, too.

But at least Stark seems to like the food, which is helping to relax him a little. He'd had no idea if his tastes were similarly geographically limited.