bakerstreet | The Slave Auction Meme

The Slave Auction Meme

â§ 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.
â§ Respond to others with one of the scenarios below or feel free to make up your own.
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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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"I'm not expecting you to be happy. But if you don't comply you're going to have a miserable time while you're here," Derek informs him, leaving behind a trail of scratches as he pulls his claws away. The scratches weren't enough to mar the skin, just enough to hurt without drawing blood.

Stiles wince as Derek dragged his claws against his skin and he moved his hands to rub the area only to be stopped by the restraints. He made a noise and gave Derek a dirty look. "If I'm miserable, so will you be," Stiles stated with certainty as he held up his restraint wrists. "Can you undo these now?"

"I'll undo them when I want to," Derek informs the slave, taking the keys with him as he steps out of the car. He rounds it to Stiles side, unlatching one cuff from Stiles' right wrist so he can remove the seat belt. But once that was done he recuffed Stiles' wrist, only then did he unlatch Stiles from the lock that secured him to the dashboard.

"Go wait by the back door," he orders, pressing the clicker on the inside visor to close the garage door.

Oh Derek, you should have known better. Stiles moved like he was going to do as Derek asked but then he turned and dashed for the outside as the garage door closed. He was able to get under and with hands in restraints Stiles took off running like there was no tomorrow.

Oh no. See, Derek was expecting this. It's better to get the boy's energy out for the night and let him run into the dark woods than try to wash him while he has too much energy. Derek stood there as he waiting for the garage door to open back up, the laser having been triggered by Stiles as he ran out.

He sighed and slipped out of his suit jacket, leaving it on the passenger seat of the Camaro. He gave it another few seconds before he took after the human, easily catching his scent. He couldn't get too far.

Stiles put everything he had into his escape. He was running hard and fast knowing he only had a very slim chance of surprise on his hand. That and Derek was a werewolf. So instead of staying on the road, Stiles veered off and headed off into the woods, towards what he knew was the city.

Derek was hot on his trails easily, catching the pet's scent easily. He caught up with him easily, letting Stiles think he's head for a small time before tackling his pet to the ground and pinning him on his back. The werewolf wasn't even out of breath as he looked down at his newly bought slave. "And now you've just lost your dinner," he informs Stiles with a sigh. "I'm not going to say I'm surprised you ran. I was expecting it."

Stiles was gasping with breath and he let out a noise of frustration as he found himself pinned to the ground with his new master on top of him. "You did that on purpose," Stiles breathed out, his chest heaving as he looked up at Derek. "You set me up. You asshole!" In his anger he tried to strike Derek.

Derek caught Stiles' shackled hands and easily pinned them above the struggling slave's head. "I did. I wanted to see you quickly you'd try for an escape if you saw an opening," Derek said with a smile, moving to straddle the boy in the fallen leaves of the forest. "Am I going to have to drag you back or are you going to comply now that you know you cannot escape me?"

"Like hell I'm going back willingly. You set me up and then you punished me for taking it," Stiles growled at Derek, squirming and struggling against his hold with everything he had. "That isn't fair and you know it!" Stiles growled out clearly angry with his new master.

"No. I tested your own restraint and willingness to obey. You failed miserably," Derek said, gripping the chain that joined Stiles' two cuffs and stood, trying his best to pull Stiles to his feet. "I'll give you a chance to win your dinner back. You go back to the house without a fight and I'll feed something. You struggle and you'll be losing part of your breakfast in the morning."

"So you're going to starve me to death," Stiles stated as he went limp. He wouldn't fight but he wouldn't put up a struggle either. Derek would either have to drag him or carry him back. Stiles was obeying on his own terms. Terms Derek might not be happy with.

"I said part of your breakfast, not all of it. You're underfed and skinny enough as it is. You need to look healthy when I sell you again."

Derek sighed at the utter lack of cooperation. "You're really going to do this," he asked, looking down at Stiles for a moment before deciding to carry the slave over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Next time I'm dragging you. And I'm not cleaning all the scrapes you get," he informs him as he makes his way back to the house.

"You already gave me a bruised cheek," Stiles stated from his position over Derek's shoulder. He shifted or at least tried to as the werewolf's shoulder was digging into his stomach in an uncomfortable way. "If I'm so skinny, which I'm not, then maybe you should take my supper away either. You don't know the last time I ate. It could have been days ago for all you know."

"When was the last time you ate," he asked, hoping to hear an honest answer for once as he worked his way through the forest, stepping over rocks and fallen logs. He wouldn't really let Stiles starve. He was cruel when he needed to but he wouldn't kill the boy.

"You don't want to know," Stiles said as he lay limp over Derek's shoulder as they made their way towards the house. He knew he should be fighting more but Derek catching him and threatening to take every more food away from him had taken the fight out of Stiles. He was hungry and really didn't want to go hungry another night.

"I asked you a question and I expect an honest answer, Stiles. Now when was the last time you ate," he repeated as he reached for his keys, stepping into the garage and setting Stiles down next to the back door.

"Before the auction house," Stiles said after a very long moment of silence after being put down. He leaned against the door and watched Derek. Derek wasn't the first master to take away food as punishment. Stiles was rarely ever full and he was use to his stomach slowly eating away itself because there was nothing in it. It was his way of life.

"And how long were you at the auction house," he asked, pushing the button on the wall to close and lock the garage door. With a quick turn of a key he ushered Stiles into the kitchen. Perhaps if Stiles complied with his bath then he'd get some food. It'd have to be a surprise though. He wouldn't warn Stiles ahead of the time.

"Does it really matter? Just say I haven't eaten in a while okay?" Stiles growled out, grumpy in his tiredness. His cheek was sore, his body was sore, and his new master was an ass.

He moved inside of the house, taking it in, but he only moved at Derek's urging and nothing more. "So where is the stairs to the basement? That's where I'm going right?"

Derek frowned and closed the door behind them, growling as he roughly grabbed Stiles' upper arm and pushed him against the door to the garage. "Are you allergic to answering questions directly? How many days were you at the auction house," he growled in Stiles' face, pushing his body against Stiles'.

"After you answer my question I'm taking you upstairs to get you washed and prepared for bed. You'll be staying in my room until I can trust you enough to stay in the spare room adjoining mine."

"Very allergic. Deadly allergic," Stiles mocked right into Derek's growling face. He pushed against the werewolf's chest and made a face when Derek told him that he was going to be staying with the werewolf.

"And you don't think I won't try and kill you in your sleep?" Stiles asked with a raised eyebrow. "You made the mistake of telling me its just us here. It probably be days before the rest of your... whatever you call it realizes you're dead."

Derek's fingers tightened around his slave's arm, enough to bruise, which he really didn't want. "Stiles, you're not my first slave. And you're not the most violent. I know what I'm doing. My pack would know immediately. And they're 5 minutes away. They'd catch your scent and then Peter would take custody of you. And that means he'd play with you. Let you run as far as you can before ripping you apart. I don't think you want that."

Stiles didn't know how he was going to be staying with him. He didn't know they was a cage waiting for him in Derek's bedroom. A cage he'd be shackled to in three different ways. He didn't know that Derek is a light sleeper and would wake at the barest hint of movement. "Besides, there's nothing in my room that would be able to kill me. So... How long were you at the auction house for?"

Stiles winced at Derek's bruising grip but he didn't fight Derek, didn't try to get out of it. The werewolf was a lot stronger and faster than he was which meant Stiles would have to out smart him. It was the only way he was going to be able to beat Derek down.

"Why did you buy me?" Stiles asked changing the subject completely, hoping to throw the werewolf completely off.

Derek wouldn't be beaten. He wasn't an idiot. He knew what Stiles was trying to do.

"How long were you at the auction house," he asked yet again. A battle of the wills? Stiles will quickly see that won't work with him.

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