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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"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.

"Why did you buy me?" Stiles asked again, lifting his chin in defiance because there was no way he was going to back down. He was to stubborn to lose to Derek. Stiles was determined to win and if that meant not eating then so be it.

Oh, this was going to be boring and fun all at the same time. Derek kept his grip on Stiles' arm and lead him out of the kitchen and up the stairs towards the master bathroom to give Stiles a shower. "How long were you at the auction house," he asked with a smirk.

"I can walk on my own," Stiles protested as Derek kept his grip on his arm and pulled him away from the garage and through the house. Of course Derek didn't listen and so Stiles was pulled along as he took in the house as it went by.

"Why did you buy me?"

"How long were you at the auction house?"

This was going to be a long night if this was how their conversation was going to be. But Derek didn't mind if this was going to be how it goes. And if Derek only said the same words for two days then so be it. He opened the master bedroom door to reveal a beautiful four poster bed and a cage just to the side of it, just bit larger than a dog crate.

Stiles finally put up some fight when they stepped into the room and he saw the large beautiful and the tiny cage next to it. "No way in hell!" Stiles protested loudly as he tried to pull out of Derek's grip. "No! I won't go in there." Stiles slammed his heel on Derek's foot and tried to pull out of the werewolf's grip.

Derek growled at the pain to his foot but all that did was make him grip harder and he pulled Stiles into the room anyway. It didn't matter how strong Stiles thought he was, Derek was stronger. He pulled Stiles past the cage and towards the bathroom. "How long were you at the auction house," he repeated.

"Three days!" Stiles yelled in angry as he struggled in Derek's grip, his eyes not leaving the cage. He struggled and fought and tried to step on Derek's feet as much as possible. Stiles had a bad experience in a cage much smaller than the one in Derek's room and there was no way he was going to repeat it.

"Let go!"

Derek immediately let go, hoping Stiles wouldn't choose to run. He could see Stiles did not like the cage and he didn't want to put his new pet in any more trauma if he could help it. "See, was it really that hard, was it? Now. I'm going to get you cleaned up. If you behave you can stay in the bed. If not, then you go in the cage. What are you going to do?"

Stiles backed away from Derek and the cage, scowling at the werewolf. Stiles knew then he made a mistake at showing his hatred for the cage as he had no doubt that Derek would use it as a punishment whenever possible now. The thought made him scowl even more.

"I can clean myself," Stiles stated as he stayed where he was. "I don't need your help."

Derek didn't want to punish Stiles at all. But that was up to Stiles how he was treated, not his Master. "I'm sure you don't. I'm still going to supervise you. And I only got to see you briefly nude. I'd like to appraise my purchase again. Now..." Derek gestured to the bathroom door that was already partially open, not wanting to make a move toward him and scare him off.

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"No way. You stay on the outside of this door," Stiles argued even though he knew he wouldn't win. He scowled and stood his ground even though his gaze kept going to the cage. "And sleeping in your bed isn't any better than the damn cage."

Derek frowned, glancing at the cage for a moment. He could give him something.

"Alright. I'll give you this. I won't watch you while you take a shower. However. You get to choose. The crate, or the bed. I'm not going to touch you. I just can't let you out of my sight this early on," he says, mentally confirming that everything was locked away in the bathroom besides soap. While Stiles was washing Derek would go get him some dinner. Something light. Probably soup so he wouldn't be sick after so many days of not eating.

"Or you could just lock me up in another room far far away from you," Stiles stated but there was a hint of a grin on his lips now. Derek was giving into his demands and it hadn't even been a day yet. He had been right about having the werewolf eating out of the palm of his hands.

"Also I'm mark free. The salve they use at the auction house made any scars or marks go away."

(Going with a salve that is mixed with werewolf blood to enchance the healing ability so marks like brands and tattoos are t lasting on slaves with many masters.)

"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.)

"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.

"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?"

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.

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.

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