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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Oh Stiles knew Derek could do whatever he wanted and actually expected his new master to take some of it by force. But he wasn't expecting was for Derek to actually ask. It caused the slave to blink.

"You may touch," Stiles said after a long moment of contemplating his answer. In the end he was hoping to throw Derek off a little by willing to agree to be touched.

It didn't really throw Derek off. But it did make him happy. The slave was complying for once. Sadly it was on Stiles' terms and not his own but he'd take the win where he could.

To touch Derek did, running his hand through Stiles' hair for another moment. "You're being very good. Thank you," he praised, smirking down at Stiles.

Stiles made a face at Derek's praise even though a part deep deep down did beam at it. It was a part Stiles kept in check and hidden. There was no way he would ever let any master know that he did like being praised.

"Do I get a treat now for being good? Just like a dog?"

"You're eating, that's your treat for now," Derek informs him, tucking the too longish bit of hair over Stiles' ear.

"We might have to get you a trim later," he says with a sigh. Upkeep was his least favorite part of owning a slave. At least in the beginning. He'd have to get him to the doctor for a full check up. Derek didn't trust the so called "doctors" at the auction houses. He'd need to take him for a haircut. To the Dentist. And shopping for new clothes. But it was a necessity.

"I thought I wouldn't be seeing people for at least a couple of weeks," Stiles stated with a raised eyebrow at Derek before he stuffed another piece of sandwich into his mouth before Derek decided to change his mind. He let Derek fuss and as soon as he had tucked the hair behind his ear it popped right back out. Stiles' hair was as stubborn as Stiles.

"We could just shave it off."

"Not for a while, no. And no, I'm not shaving your head. That'd make you look far too young. You're already underage as it is," Derek huffed, a little annoyed at the hair coming right back out out of place.

"And you're the one that bought and will have sex with the underage slave," Stiles stated with a look at Derek. "And if you think I'm underage now then you probably don't want to know that I was sold to my first master at age 15. He took one look at me when visiting the breeding farm and apparently had to have me."

Derek nodded and took that information in. He wasn't shocked. "I owned a female that was originally sold as a sex slave at age 11. I know how hard this life is," he said as he sat down on the edge of the bed in front of Stiles. "But yes. We're doing to have sex eventually."

"Please tell me you did not have sex with a 11 year old," Stiles said with of horror on his face as he looked at Derek. "And you don't know how hard it is. You've never been a slave before."

"God no," Derek said, near the same look of horror strewn across the Master's face. "No. I haven't been but I've seen things. I've been to the farms. I've watched them be taken to the hospital on stretchers. I've seen things that would make you be sick."

He knew it wasn't anywhere close to being a slave himself but he's seen far too many things to just turn a blind eye to the violence. But he couldn't do anything to stop it.

"I wasn't talking about the violence. You've always had a choice in what you do or what you said or what you wore. You've never had that taken away," Stiles reached and rattled the chains. "You've never been controlled by someone who say you as a piece of property and not a human being. You know nothing."

"I know you're a human being," Derek answered. And he hoped Stiles knew that if he was anyone else Stiles would have been backhanded yet again. Stiles' cheek was already bruised, he didn't want to make it worse. But he knew that if this conversation went farther then he'd probably have to get forceful to get Stiles to watch his tongue. "And I know more than most Masters what it's like for you."

Maybe Derek would explain it one day but he didn't think now would be the best time.

"Bullshit. You're just trying to make me think you do so I will better behaved because you 'understand'." Stiles air quote the last word as he gave Derek a dry look. "Not going to happen. You know nothing. So stop saying that you do."

Derek took a long and deep breath to keep himself from lashing out and smacking the slave across his face. So he just reaches out and takes the plate of food away, the strawberries left untouched.

"I understand and like your passion but you have to understand that you can't talk to me that way. You're about two sentences away from getting your hands cuffed to the frame as well," he calmly explained.

"Hey!" Stiles protested and he reached out, grabbing for the strawberries but the chain attached to collar went tight and stopped Stiles. He let out a noise and pulled in the chain though that didn't do anything.

"If you understand and like my passion then you wouldn't be trying to starve it out of me and get me to behave."

"Starving you is giving you no food at all. And that's exactly the opposite of what I've done. I gave you the first food you've had in days. Are you going to apologize and watch your tone with me or are you done eating for the night?"

Stiles made a face, his jaw clenching as he bit back a nasty comeback that would have definitely left him being punished. He let out a slow breath through his nose before nodding silently and saying in a tight tense voice.

"Sorry."

Derek shook his head, not buying it one bit. "I'm sorry, you're going to have to repeat that and make it a little more convincing this time. Your next owners probably won't let you try a second time," he says as he picks up a strawberry slice and eats it.

Stiles' mouth fell open as Derek ate one of his strawberries and he scowled at the werewolf. He had done that on purpose.

"My next owners will probably happily starve me because of my smartass mouth," Stiles said still scowling at Derek for eating his food. "Or keep it full so I can't speak."

Of course he'd done it on purpose. Derek knows what he's doing.

"Are you doing to try your apology again or not," he asks, picking up another strawberry and examining it before eating it.

"Those were for me!" Stiles protested as Derek ate another one. It had been a very long time since he had strawberries and he had been saving them until he knew for sure that he wasn't going to throw up the sandwich. He let out a very human growl.

"I'm sorry." This apologize wasn't as tense but it was short and snappy. He held his hand out for his plate.

"And they still can be if you can apologize without any malice in your voice," he says, picking up a third but not eating it. He just looked it over. Might have to use fruit more often if it's something he hasn't had in a while, Derek thought to himself.

"Oh my god. You want the impossible. Can't I just give you a blow job or something?" Stiles asked as he made another noise from the back of his throat as Derek picked up a third strawberry. "You're going to eat them all. I haven't had them in years. Come on, Puppy. I said sorry twice. Just give them back."

"Puppy," Derek questioned, giving Stiles a pointed look and putting the strawberry down. He slowly stands up and takes the plate with him, setting it down on the dresser across the room. Stiles isn't going to get it back no matter what now. "You call me that again and you'll lose your clothes for a day."

"You never told me your name," Stiles pointed out as he made a pain face as Derek got up from the bed and put the plate on the dresser. He was never going to get those strawberries now.

Pouting, Stiles moved and settled back against the headboard and scowled at Derek. "I can call you Wolf if you want but I like Puppy."

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