1276. The Slave Auction Meme

[fallen_rosiel]

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Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf | OTA

[alotofadderall]

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[alotofadderall]

[Stiles nods, gesturing to his person.] Mark me as yours, Miss. Take me?

Sh-she-she did? [Stiles gapes for a second, allowing hope to fill him. His next words are a disbelieving whisper, mostly to himself.] Is it really him...

I...don't know, ma'am. [Stiles watches Lydia carefully, unsure if she wants him to accept the sort-of offer...]

[emplehenoemos]

[Lydia blinks. What is he talking about? They tattoo slaves as soon as they're purchased, although, that's more of a family symbol. He has his collar...wait. Take him? Lydia turns bright red, sitting back into one of the chairs hard while she processes the information.]

I'll call her. [She and Allison are both uncomfortable with this entire process, so maybe introducing Stiles to other people who don't want to treat him like property will help.]

[Sighing, just a little, Lydia just leans forward, wrapping her arms gently around Stiles neck.] I don't want you to be afraid of me, Stiles.

[alotofadderall]

...You don't want to. [Stiles isn't sure how he's supposed to take this. On the one hand, Lydia seems to truly dislike the slavery, but on the other, perhaps there's something wrong with him.] I can behave Miss, please... [Keep me. You're kind. The kindest person he's met in...quite a while.]

[Stiles takes the proximity as a cue and slips his arms around Lydia's waist, pressing his chest to her's.] ...I'm not, ma'am.

[emplehenoemos]

[Lydia shakes her head. No. She doesn't want to. When she lost her virginity, it was because it was something she wanted. It was something she'd enjoyed. But Stiles is just now old enough to be sold as a pleasure slave and unless he was previously owned by someone with some untoward predilections (which she doesn't think happened), then he's probably a virgin besides anything required for training and she can't imagine having to do this, virgin or not, simply because someone bought you.] It's not you, Stiles. I promise. It's not your fault, I just...have you ever been with anyone before? Because it's what you wanted?

[She sighs, laughing just a bit.] Stop 'ma'am'-ing me, Stiles. You're older than I am. [Stepping back a little, she rubs her hands against his biceps.] I understand why you can't trust me yet. But I mean every word.

[alotofadderall]

...No, Miss? I do not want for anything, I'm here to serve. [Slipping back into prepared phrases is easier than thinking about her question. Of course he's a virgin; at least, for the most part, considering he had to go through training, but Mr. Martin wouldn't have gotten anything less than the best for his daughter.]

Yes, but I'm a slave. [Stiles has to use some form of a title. It's just not proper, otherwise...]

[emplehenoemos]

You do want things. It's human nature. Just because voicing it's been...beat out of you or something doesn't mean you don't want things. [Lydia sighs, resting her chin in her hand as she watches Stiles.] You're a good guy, Stiles. I know you're trying really hard and I know I'm making it difficult for you, but you just...you don't deserve this. And I don't feel right sleeping with someone because I have to.

Not in here. [She shakes her head.] There's no one here to yell at us for improper etiquette.

ooc: I tagged the other threads, bb.

[alotofadderall]

...Whatever you say, Miss. [Of course he deserves it - he's a slave. Stiles can't help but frown. He's not sure he's ready for all of this freedom, if it isn't a trick.]

ooc: Sorry hun, was tagging from my ipod. (:

[emplehenoemos]

You don't have to believe me. I wish you would, but I can't force it. [Lydia shrugs. Fishing her cell out of her pocket, she shoots Allison a quick text and receives on about a minute later.]

Allison and Scott are coming over. They should be here soon.

ooc: No prob :)

[alotofadderall]

...Yes ma'am. [Stiles is still holding the clothes, watching Lydia. He promised himself a long time ago that he could survive by following orders - but there were no orders to follow and the longer he was taunted with free will the more out of control he felt. Or in. He'd lost the distinction.]

[emplehenoemos]

[Allison and Scott come (and Allison brings burgers) and the four of them eat in Lydia's room, the girls trying to all intents and purposes to forget that the guys nearby are actually slaves. Scott seems much more settled into the whole 'Slave-in-public' idea than Stiles (of course) and he tries to explain to him that it's not a test, that this is actually how Lydia and Allison are every day, 24/7.

Although, to be fair, it's pretty obvious that Scott and Allison are going at it like rabbits anyway.

They go get ice cream after, and there are a few orders handed out ("Go get the ice cream", "Throw this away", etc) but it's still a lot more lax than the norm.

Lydia is leading Stiles back into the house when her Dad stops them, giving them both a once over.] So. How did it go?

...Ice cream? Ice cream went great. [How is ice cream supposed to go?]

You know that isn't what I mean, Lydia. Did you claim him? Is he as well trained as I was assured?

Uh-...well I haven't, yet, we- [Ohshit that's a really angry Dad!face...]

This one thing

[alotofadderall]

[As it turns out, it is the same Scott Stiles had been friends with. He smiles widely when he sees him before quickly schooling his expression, and despite the initial hesitance, with Scott there explaining things and looking so comfortable with his master, Stiles abates a little and slides the pants on. He's still bare from the waist up, but he's becoming more comfortable with Lydia, at least.

The burgers are delicious. Stiles is kind of in awe that Lydia is letting him eat something like that - even more stunned when she lets him eat ice cream, too, which he hasn't had in years - and the few orders that are given are all too easy to obey, and it makes Stiles smile for the briefest of seconds, helps him relax a little more so that the silence going back to the Martin household isn't awkward

[emplehenoemos]

[Lydia leans against the shut door, eyes closed. No, she doesn't want to do this. But she wants her father to follow through on his threats even less and she's got the distinct, awful feeling that he will. She's sure her father will be walking by often, sending servants to do the same just to make sure sufficient action is being taken by Lydia, so she knows she can't just...fake it. She wouldn't put it past her Dad to inspect them for...hickeys or something similar.]

Okay.

Explain this to me again. How this works.

[alotofadderall]

Ma'am? [I ask, folding my hands together. I bite my lip and nod, hoping you do not allow him to send me away.] Claiming, miss?

Tense changes?

[emplehenoemos]

Yeah that. How does it work? [Lydia opens her eyes finally, waiting.]

Whoops, my bad hun! Thanks, might be falling asleep lol. Long day (:

[alotofadderall]

It...differs, between each master. [Stiles repeats carefully, meeting Lydia's expectant gaze.] I am to service you as thoroughly as you choose, miss; to, ah, pleasure you and take punishment. It's supposed to be for...testing my functions and asserting your ownership.