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Still ticking. Still licking. You should probably ignore that last bit.

The 11th of January, 2001... ...while on AIM

The 12th of January, 2001...

Elrraien glares murderously at Kaikers and tells her to SHUT HER FILTHY TRAP!

[DarkWind] "Bad, dirty, filthy trap! Filthy! You must be punished! Fifty floggings!"

DarkWind remembers you, Rookiepoo. Come give us some love!

Grisna hands DW a large whip and leather harness to abuse people with...

[w] Carries DarkWind off to abuse and molest him in private...and carries Grisna away too so she doesn't feel left out.

DarkWind loves lamp dances. Especially when they take off that shade thing. That's almost too much for him to handle.

Grisna hands DW a towel for next time someone gives him a lamp dance...

DarkWind is given a whip and a harness, then gets carried away. You're sending him mixed messages, here. Be careful. His head might explode.

Grisna really does think DW's gonna overload at this rate...this is what you get for not cuming around anymore! :P

RandomOriginal wonders "Would you like a bra?"

[w] Takes the whip and harness...they're to be used on you....not by you.

DarkWind would like a bra. Hell, give him a dress and a bit to chomp at, while you're at it.

Grisna looks all innocent and cute elven like...something like that...

DarkWind pouts at the inordinately strong W. "But she gave them to me!" He blinks, then shrugs . "Oh, well. I guess that's life."

Grisna wants the same as DW and raises it a dildo! She looks around to see who'll fold..

[w] But she gave you to me. Handing her the money.

[DarkWind] "Oh. I see. This is more of that 'free market' stuff, isn't it."

Grisna hides the money in her cleavage along with Mae's soul...

OrionDouglas throws a dildo into the kitty, she doesn't use it anywhay.

Grisna 's player has a vibrator...she doesn't use it much though...she's never been very good at masturbation...

[w] Not really. You were not free, and your still not. Putting the collar around your throat.

DarkWind doesn't understand the youth of today - using dildos as missile weapons. It really doesn't make any sense to him.

[OrionDouglas] Practice makes perfect, Grisna's player.

Grisna noddles to OD, "True, true...but, really...who has the time??"

DarkWind giggles at Orion.

RandomOriginal silently gets out a port-a-potty and pushes it to the middle of the room, since she can!

DarkWind crosses his eyes at the collar. "Do I get a phone call or anything? I mean, isn't this the part where you read me my rights?"

[w] You have no rights. Evil chuckle You belong to me now.

[OrionDouglas] Grisna> It's called insomnia.

Grisna shudders at DW...it really scares her when men giggle...she lifts up DW's robes to make sure he IS still male..

DarkWind blinks at W. "But you're not even a whole entire word. That doesn't seem fair to me."

Grisna can't seem to see anything. She crawls under DW's robes, "Geez DW...have I gotten bigger or has some things gotten smaller?"

DarkWind is definitely male. Now put the robe down and step away from the proxy...

[w] The whole entire world didn't pay for you. I did. Nodding So you'll serve me.

Grisna feels around under DW's robes while she's still under there, "OH..there they are!" She peeks out from under DW's robes, "Still there...and everything's attached...no shootin' blanks.."

DarkWind sniffs indignantly at Grisna. "It's winter, m'dear. Have a care!" He looks at the W. "Well, eh..." He purses his lips. "Yes, well, that seems fair to me. I guess."

Grisna crawls out from under DW's robes, looking all innocent-like...she's good at that...

DarkWind should invest in a good lawyer or a bad pimp.

[w] I'm glad your agreeable. Nod It's easier if I can be obeyed without having to flay you.

DarkWind blinks at the W. "Well, yes, I suppose it is, at that. Just out of curiosity - exactly how much did you pay for me?"

[w] What she asked for. Five bucks and a lifetime of service from the male whore pits.

[DarkWind] blinks. "Five bucks? Five?! That's all? I'll have you know I'm the chosen of Luna! I'm worth at least five seventy-five! Honestly..."

DarkWind pouts...

[w] Don't forget her lifetime of service from the slave pits. That's worth a lot.

DarkWind doesn't think he likes this 'free market' stuff. He feels so worthless.

[w] You don't have to. You'll earn your food and I'll give it to you.

[w] Don't worry. I'll train you well, then I'll sell you for thousands. Stroking sensitive areas

DarkWind blinks, his fine silvery brows arching slightly. "Well, yes, I'm sure you will, m'dear. But, still, it's the principle of the matter. You understand." He pauses. "What kind of food?"

DarkWind gets stroked? "Stop that. It's hard for me to bitch and whine while you're distracting me."

[w] Your not supposed to bitch and whine. Your supposed to serve eagerly and promptly, and what kind of food would you like?

DarkWind wants you to understand - it's not that he's easy, it's just that he's easily distracted.

DarkWind blinks. "Hmm. Perhaps a fine cut of pheasant. Some gourmet cheese. Fresh bread. Fresh fruit, too. Wine. Tea. Dates. Irish babies."

[w] I can get all but that last..but you have to really please me. Agreed?

DarkWind wrinkles his nose slightly and squints at W. "I still can't really believe I'm being carried away by a letter of the alphabet. Must be something I drank. As for agreement, I dunno. It seems to easy. I mean, you're a W. What are you going to do with me, anyhow?"

[w] Anything I want. Chuckling

DarkWind gapes. "But you've got no thumbs, woman! Man. Thing. Letter. Er...ideas?"

Jerl nods to DarkWind

Lirreka decides that after reading the profile that this DarkWind is indeed The DW.. all is right and good with the world.

DarkWind flails at Jerl.

[OrionDouglas] (( DarkWind> It's got serifs and it knows how to use them. ))

[w] The point is..you have fingers...and toes...and a tongue. I intend to enjoy them.

Jerl avoids the flails"Demn farking bards..."

DarkWind is getting carried away by a W with a whip and harness, and all he gets is a nod? You people are sick!

DarkWind rolls his head back and forth on his shoulders and nods. "Well, yes, I do suppose I have those. But. But." He falls strangely silent. "I really don't know how to respond to that. This is the first time I've ever been...propositioned...by a letter."

[w] Your not being propositioned. I own your body, and I expect it to please me.

[DarkWind] "Oh. Well, that makes enough sense. When you put it like that, I've never been owned by anything except a Power, so you can understand how this is akward for me..."

[w] Your sure I'm not a power?

[DarkWind]

DarkWind sniffs W. "You don't smell like a Power. And you don't look like a Power." He licks the W. "Aah oo doon tathe lahk ah Powdah!"

[w] Does erotically kinky things to you with a rubber glove and a eraser, leaving you a shattered wreck. Perhaps you should look more closely.

DarkWind feels so violated. "Look more closely? I don't wanna! That felt weird! I mean, I didn't know you could do that."

[DarkWind] "Well, I knew you could do that, but I didn't think you could do that. So, if you're a Power, what are you the Power of, huh, smart guy?"

[w] I can do more. Nodding and picking up a cattle prod.

[w] I'm the Power of Submission. By the time I'm done with you, there won't be anything you won't do to please another.

DarkWind eyes the cattle prod dubiously. "I dunno. Isn't that going to hurt, what with the electricity and all. Think about my delicate skin!"

[DarkWind] "Power of Submission? Never heard of that one before. Do you have your Union card on you...?"

[w] I'm above unions. And it will only hurt till you learn to enjoy it.

DarkWind whimpers. "But I'm a slow learner! Not that I don't enjoy trying new things - I'm eternal, after all - it's just that I try to avoid trying new things that hurt and could cause bodily harm. I think you should ask for your money back. I'm apparently not cut out for this job."

[w] No one ever is at first. But that will change with time..which..you being eternal..we have a lot of. So, if you'll remove your clothes, we'll begin.

[DarkWind] "Err..." He looks around for help. "Um...well, if you insist." He starts unbuckling his armor piece by piece. This is going to take ages! "What if I just pay you the difference?"

[w] No..I need to see what I bought. Idily snapping the whip. Hurry please.

DarkWind is pretty sure Tash will kill him whether or not he can get out of this. He eyes the whip warily and unbuckles his breastplate. "I am hurrying. Can't you tell?"

[w] No. Cracking the whip louder. You have to learn speed.

[DarkWind] "Really, I've been told that I go from armored to naked faster than most." He nods sagely. "Hell, I go from most things to naked faster than most people..."

[DarkWind] "Speed? Wow. You know, you remind me of a girl I once knew. You know Nicole by chance?" He sets his breastplate down and starts on the next set of buckles. "I've got five seventy five on me. You'll come out on top."

[w] Glad to hear it. Nodding. I want to see you naked in three minutes.

[w] She an Amberite?

DarkWind blinks. "Three minutes? Eh..." Snap. Click. "Yeah. Amberite. You two related?"

[w] No. Amberites are a lower form of life. They're not worth enslaving.

[DarkWind] "Cheers to that, letter!" He starts pulling off the layers of interlocking scales. "Gods, I can't even count how many times I've been naked in this room."

Jerl can DW, it was 6,451 and a half

[w] You won't have to count again. You will from this point on, always be naked. I want you totaly assessable to me at all times.

DarkWind thinks you're not helping, Jerl. "W, did you sign a contract?"

Jerl chuckles at DW...hey...he didn't SAY it....

[DarkWind] "And, as for always naked; I know people who are always naked. Trust me. It loses its appeal after a while. I mean, it's not like it's a surprise or anything..."

[w] She gave me a receipt. I have that. It states that in return for your total loyality and services, she's to receive 5 dollars and a lifetime of service from the slaves in the pit.

DarkWind shuffles in his undergarments. "Yes, but how do I know that that recipt is for me? You see, I don't. I don't think this is going to work. Sorry." He starts putting his armor back on.

[w] Cracks the whip, just missing your fingers

DarkWind yelps. "Hey! I use those fingers! Skillfully, I might add!"

[w] Then use them..get those clothes off!!

DarkWind takes off his clothing and starts putting his armor back on...

[w] Cracks the whip again, knocking the armor from DarkWind's hands.

DarkWind can recall being less comfortable than this, but not by very much.

[w] As I recall..you said everything seemed fair to you. So you have already agreed to abide by our decision.

[DarkWind] crosses his arms over his chest and glares at the W. "I don't think you have any proof of ownership. This isn't going to work." He reaches over, grabs Jerl's cloak from the man's shoulders, and puts it on, however ragged.

[DarkWind] "No, no, I said it seemed fair. I didn't say it was fair."

Jerl lets DW have the cloak, he's still wearing a pair of cargos

[w] Takes Jerl's cloak away from you and gives it back to Jerl. I own you. I paid for you and you agreed to the sale. So stop trying to welch out.

DarkWind wraps Jerl's cloak about his midsection and secures it.

DarkWind blinks and is silent for a long while before finally exclaiming, "No! I'm a bard! Welching is what I do!" He puts the cloak back on.

Lirreka has to agree with DW's clarification of that wording...And will defend DW in court if necessary.

DarkWind saunters over to the bar and sits atop it, glaring at the W

[w] I thought bards were skilled in the arts of pleaseing others. I guess I was lied to. Bards are not to be trusted.

DarkWind glares at the W from atop the bar. "I mean, you never even took me out to dinner. I don't put out before the first date, and you haven't even brought me flowers." He crosses his eyes. "Of course you were lied to! You were probably lied to by a bard who wanted to get into your serifs!"

Lirreka can see herself in court now "You're honor, members of the Jury, you must find my client innocent of all charges or I'll have your loved ones skinned... Defence rests.." *G*

DarkWind laughs at Lirreka.

[w] I was lied to by her. She said there was noone better then you at pleasing another.

Jerl could see himself in court too, Lirr "Your Honor, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, the defendant is innocent, or I'll devour your souls, and those of all you hold dear, and rip your world so totally to Hell that you would scream for the love of all that is good and Holy....Thank you, no further questions"

Lirreka will look better in a skirt then you Jerl!

DarkWind raises an eyebrow. "She said that? Well, that's generally right...more or less...but, you know, I do have Tash to think about. How would she feel if I became the submissive sex slave of a letter of the alphabet?"

[w] I could buy her too if she was feeling left out.

OrionDouglas can see herself in court, chatting up the stenographer.

OrionDouglas ' SLness can see himself in court, getting thrown out for contempt.

Jerl isn't sure, Lirr...if he shaves his legs....

DarkWind seems to seriously consider that for a moment. "I have a sneaking suspicion that she would not agree to that, either."

Lirreka thinks DW, that this she would feel you were underVOWELued? *WEG*

DarkWind groans at Lirreka. Drow humor. The worst!

Brooklyn looks back and forth between Jerl and Lirr.. chuckling.. Hmm... its a toughie..but I think since Lirr is a woman by nature.. her seductiveness would shine through more than your smooth legs would Jerl

[w] Well, I supose she could make me an offer for you.

Cheesecakethulhu can see herself in court. Of course the courthouse is a flaming wreck and people are running screaming. (Y'know, the HostBody almost wrote Whorehouse)

Jerl can't be seductive? aww....

Brooklyn pats Jerl's leg.. no hun.. that is female territory

DarkWind blinks. "She doesn't really use money to negotiate...really..." He looks over at his pile of clothing and armor. "Uh...how much?"

Jerl pouts at Brook...he wants to be seductive...pout

Lirreka nods to Brooklyn then looks at Jerl "She's a wise woman, Quick! Marry her!!"

[w] I paid five for you, and trained you a little..100 dollars should cover it.

[DarkWind] chews on his lower lip. "What's the exchange rate of gold pieces to American dollars?"

Jerl looks to DW "12.75 Dollars to 1 Gold"

[w] I have no idea. I'll take 10 gold pieces for you.

DarkWind looks at Jerl. "I dunno. That's an awful lot..."

[w] You don't feel your worth 10 gold? I understand that. Nodding

DarkWind looks at W. "Well, if you'll look about in my robe, there, you should find a money pouch. There must be some gold in there..."

Jerl looks at W "By the current rate, he is worth a little less than eight gold...I'll give you ten for him"

[w] Takes your money pouch, looks in it, nods and takes the whole pouch. Nice doing business with you.

DarkWind gets swindled by a letter of the alphabet. Curious...

DarkWind sits atop the bar, Jerl's ragged black cloak wrapped about his midsection. "What a night..."

[w] Thank you Jerl, but he belongs to Tash now.

[w] Got to go now. Bye!!!

Jerl nods to W "Either way, my money or his, he'd belong to Tash, don't sweat it"

DarkWind isn't sure what's going on anymore, but he's sure he must not like it.

Jerl tosses DW a small bag of gold

DarkWind gets hit with a bag of gold. Thud. "Ugh...ergh...aaah...." He whimpers.

DarkWind walks calmly across the room, stepping between falling stone, and starts to put his clothing and armor back on...

ResistedFusion growls loudly and jumps at Orion with his ugly stick "Where the hell am I in your webpage?!"

Rochelle lags like a fuck

Jerl is afk for a sex

OrionDouglas notes that a slow fuck is actually a Good Thing.

RandomOriginal laughs at the Freudian slip!!!

Brooklyn would someday like to say what Jerl just said.. afk for a sex...that would be great...hehe some day.. some day..

Jerl changes that to sec....grr

Semper oocly thinks Jerl will be a long afk then. Unless he's one of those guys who... oh wait um I ment... *Whistels innocently*

Lirreka thinks Jerl doesn't need to announce that sort of thing...

Rochelle oocly grins at Orion, and also falls over laughing at Jerl.

Daemon looks at Jerl. 'Well...'