The Hacker's Mansion (For Jorja and Roland Gilliad.)

[Roland Gilliad]

((For Mistress Jorja and Roland Gilliad.))

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*It was like waking up all at once. Sight, Sound, Scent...all of them assaulted ones senses as one found oneself standing in the middle of a raging 'garden' that was barely termed such by the short stone walls which kept the path relatively clear of vegitation. Roses, Massive trees and sprawling vine-growths climbed rampantly over one another in the random chaos of Nature unleashed, but tamed by unseen barriers. Two figures appeared in the small stone circle which encased a small fountain....blue, fresh smelling water that bubbled up from some unseen spring and teased across the senses.*

*Standing beside his guest, Shawn seemed a singular unremarkable figure beneath his choice of clothes. His 'hacker wear' so he liked to tease about it. A Plain black T-shirt, Complimented by comfortable khaki pants and New Balance Tennies. Hands clasped behind him and his shock of straw-blonde hair were enough to set him apart from the rampant greenery around them. Merry emerald eyes, and a slightly pale complexion matched their surroundings, but those thoughts never crossed his mind. His thoughts were decidedly of the lustier variety. He had brought perhaps the worlds top female hacker into his realm, where he held sway. She still did not seem to understand the power he held in this place...nor did she seem to want to. Poor soul. She would understand, soon enough. HIs chuckle was richly baritone, and his eyes alighted on the woman who called herself Chardonnay. Two squirrels chittered at her from their place on a branch overhanging the fountain, and a mocker bird twilled curses at her as he fluttered about her head. The experience was as seemless as reality, powered by nearly 500 thousand computers across the world, all utterly unaware of their position in his creation.*

Well, my dear? Do you approve?

*His eyes sought hers, fearlessly. Here, in his little world, and his own little chair, he could do it without fear of her harming him or taking it amiss. The Huntress had foolishly thought herself immune on any ground. His smile was welcoming, warm and slightly shy. A sharp deviation from the blazing intelligence of his eyes. To one side of the garden circle they inhabited, an apple suddenly fell in a purely random event into the garden and rolled to her feet. Just one more example of the superior Quantum Theory chaos system. He chuckled and raised an eyebrow at her*

It seems my world approves of you...

 

[Mistress Jorja]

The only reason Chardonnay could handle the awful dizziness that came with her insertion into the program was the marvels that she knew awaited her. She opened her eyes and was immediately drawn to his, stormy blue met by piercing green. His open, frank gaze always sent shivers down her spine. He was dressed as casually as last time, it suited him well, and she looked down to further examine her own attire.

Crimson and black, her favorite colors. He must deduced such from the décor of her private chambers, when he had attended a soiree at her villa. The amount of information he took in and retained continued to amaze her.

The plunging neckline was the first thing she noticed as she gazed downwards, a ruby nestled in her cleavage. The skirt was cut as a stylish angle, completely draping one leg and and baring the other as it was slit to her hip on that side. The texture was like the silk of her world, but it glimmered far more brightly here. It caressed her curves and seemed to mold itself onto her body in a most pleasing way. She was barefoot, and the silver of her rings, toe rings, and armlet glittered in the fresh daylight. He had allowed her to keep her own hair this time, wavy and blonde, falling far past her shoulders. It was tied back from her face with a black satin ribbon, and she had petite mirrored sunglasses perched on the bridge of her nose.

Picking up the perfect golden apple that rolled to a stop at her feet, she held it up and smiled at him.

“Who do you think you are…Adam?”

Looking around her in almost a state of mental overload, she attempted to take in all the sights and smells and sounds at once. It was similar to the rose garden which they had visited before, but she couldn’t tell if it was the same one, just reprogrammed. He didn’t know how many times she had longed to return here, after teasing her with the wonders of his creation twice before. Beyond it’s fairy tale pretty-in-pink princess appeal was something else, something darker, the wicked witch that all such stories must posses. It was almost as if these gardens were a crafty façade for the true nature of his place. And it was this truth that she had yet to explore.

Moving to his side, she placed a hand on his upper arm, and spoke in an intimate whisper.

“You know I approve Shawn. Your realm is truly amazing, which is saying a lot for someone as jaded as myself. It makes me…feel…again.”

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*His laugh was sudden, more honest this time. She had hidden reserves, he knew well. He also knew how she coveted this place. His quiet sanctuary, and his gaurantee of immortality - though she knew it not. For now, he enjoyed the sight of those blonde locks, the perfect smile, the smooth liquid grace of the casual entertainer..and seductress. The intervening months scince she had so casually laid her mind bare to his computer had been most informative about her life. The hand on his shoulder and the whisper in his ear was all he needed to know he had hooked her in, and good. She seemed all too ready to throw herself into the merest pit should he declare gold would be at the bottom of it. His chuckle flowed from the laugh and he touched her hand, continuing to keep his gaze in hers*

I am glad to hear you say that. Perhaps this time we will be able to journey deeper into my little realm. It's undergone a few...modifications scince you were last here.

*A Few new traps, too. Although that was held in quiet reserve, behind his boyish smile and his simple-good-looks. His hair shook as his head did, and his hand danced up her arm a moment*

And I cant be Adam. I'm a bit too..evil for that.

*His smile would make the devil jealous, and the wink he offered afterwords hinted at everything and promised nothing. In short, his usual behavior towards her. SHe found the apple in her hand being nibbled out of one of the bushes by an old friend - The Unicorn he had detailed in program to follow her around occaisonally like a puppy, His chuckle was smothered in his hand and the smile danced in his eyes. She looked so lost, and so amazed at his little bits of AI. It was humorous, most of the time*

Im still curious as to what you will be looking for this time. Lost in a maze the first time, and then you refused to leave the robing room the last one..

*He chuckled and tossed his head, casuing his hair to muss up naturally*

You are a treat, Char. And Im glad to show you my realm.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja broke into a smile and gave a girlish squeal at the appearance of the unicorn. She didn’t care how much he smirked and laughed at her beneath his hands, she felt transformed.

“Nightshade, my beauty!” She stroked the equine’s soft muzzle, turning the apple in her hand so she could nibble the most tender, ripe parts. Running her hands through Nightshade’s tussled golden mane, she giggled when she realized it bore a wild resemblance to her own mane after a good romp in the bedroom. It brought back memories of how the environment responded to the subtleties of its visitors, and the certain roses that had her name written all over them. But she, akin to a unicorn? Not likely. Their grace and mystique far exceeded even her charms.

“You are a treat, Char…”

It was amazing how quickly her emotions shifted here, as easily as a page of code was wiped and another one embedded in its place. Her childlike wonder and schoolgirl naïveté was replaced with a much more adult concoction of emotions, lust being the foremost. The smooth, rich quality of his timbre touched smoldering fires to the kindling he had already laid. He rarely spoke her name, and had yet to touch her of his own will, and damn it all, his textbook perfect case of playing hard-to-get was working flawlessly.

Shaking her head as if to clear it, she stared up at the sky, trying to rid herself of the intoxication she felt in his presence. The damn program was getting to her, and she knew it. She finally turned back to him, her emotions still as raw and easily aroused.

“Show me what it is that you think I would enjoy most.”

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*His eyes followed her movements, as he took a rather prim seat on the edge of the fountain and watched her interact with the Unicorn which looked increasingly like her. A Smile fluttered across his lips for a moment, then he tapped them with his finger, considering her words alongside all of her 'thoughts' that he could interpret in this environs. He held all the cards, so to speak - and she was beginning to figure it out. Blessedly, instead of getting mad, she seemed to be revelling in it - the very challange of his existance giving her pleasure in seeming droves. His eyes alit as he scanned the courtyard they were in, not yet deiging to stand*

Of course. But that will depend on what you happen to be in the mood for, Love.

*His teeth flashed in a serpentine grin, as he uncrossed his legs and slowly slid onto his feet. Hands crossed behind his back he approached her as the unicorn nuzzled Chardonnay's cheek and whinnied when she stopped scritching the animals ears*

Of course..If you're in the mood for what I think you are..

*He lets his words trail off, as he turns away and walks idly away from the fountain, plucking an apple from the same tree, taking a bite out of it with a juicy crunch and a sly smile on his face, just letting the interminable silence drag on betweeen them for a period that seemed like forever. When she finally would break the silence with something, he smiled and his eyes glowed softly*

Like it seems you are now...

*His laugh chimed softly as he turned back to her, holding the apple up impishly*

Then I know just the place, I think.

*Tossing the apple to the Garden, he dissapeared down the north path, beckgoning her to follow..*

 

[Mistress Jorja]

The animosity and mistrust between them had almost completely drained away when they had crossed over into this universe. There was still enough left, however, to give their interactions the edge she loved. She would have enjoyed her time with him a lot less if she thought him harmless. Reveling in danger, there was just enough here to arouse her interest in him, the risk of bagging the “bad boy,” but it wasn’t real, and that allowed her to relax enough to have fun.

She followed him over to the apple tree, Nightshade trotting dutifully behind, perhaps hopping to snag another of the plump fruits that dangled from the trees, as ripe as the unspoken desires between herself and Shawn. Looking up at him with forlorn eyes, she tugged his hands from behind his back, smiling as he tightened them together for a moment, and then let her win the struggle.

Boys only tease the girls they like… Her father’s words certainly held true here, she believed.

Boys had always teased her. And then, inconveniently, fallen head over heels in love with her. She was used to getting what she wanted, that she barely ever had to try any more. It was no fun, when you were dead certain your seduction was going to work. He was a challenge, and she thought she was handling the part of flirt very well, not throwing herself all over him….at least not yet.

Taking his hands, she held them in her own, palm to palm, and felt his heartbeat quicken slightly. She examined them, so soft and smooth that they were almost feminine, except for their size. That sent shivers down her spine…she had always enjoyed watching a man as he fondled and groped her body, and his hands would fit perfectly over, under, and around her petite, perky breasts. She placed them upon her hips, move her body closer to his.

“It’s okay Shawn…there’s nobody here to see us…”

Nightshade whickered softly, and Chardonnay grinned. Shawn slipped away from her touch, and started out on a path, beckoning her to follow.

She did so obediently.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*She was starting to make the moves - Something he knew most of her contemporaries would drop their jaws a perminant eight inches if they saw it - and it pleased Shawn. It showed that she was starting to really get it for him. It was a lovely feeling knowing one devistatingly beautiful woman was beginning to become something approaching hot for you. His grin was hidden in the shade of the giant white-oak trees that towered above the path. They strolled together down the shaded brick path, as the sounds of nature twittered around them*

I know there isnt anyone here to see us...

*His chuckle flowed beneath the dim light as they emerged into his intended destination, a smaller version of the Rose Garden. There were bushes of what appeared to be wild roses, growing rampant and without controlls and large sweeps of velvety grass between them. Smooth, polished wooden benches and tables nestled beneath a gazebo formed out of some randomly placed birch trees and large swaths of greenish netting marked this to be some kind of picnic area, Meant to have a nice out-door lunch with someone...or perhaps other things? The area was surrounded by the same brick pathway that turned off into four more directions - Likely north, south, east and west. The old RPG Gamer in him coming out, or so it seemed.*

Except for us, of course.

*A Twinkle in his eyes told her he -knew- it was a terrible joke, and had made it anyway. For the effect. He stopped, feet on the grass as he gazed out, a gust of wind mussing his hair again, and he worked to pat it down enough so he would not look like a complete nerd.*

Well, Choose your destiny, darlin.

*He half turned, a mischevious gleam in his eyes*

Four ways to turn, four places to possibly go...All of them will intrest you, I think. The real question is...what else will they do with you?

*His grin became wider at her raised eyebrow, and he swept his hand*

No more tricks, Chardonnay. I think you'd probably hit me if I got any more indirect.

*He giggled - a sound he rarely displayed and was actually rather cute - and spun in place on the tips of his toes, coming to a stop, just centemeters from pressing against her body*

And besides..I know where everything is...and you dont. And I do so -love- surprises. Especially when other people are surprised...

*His laugh turned throaty and he pulled out of her intended grasp again at the last moment, giving her a tantalizing taste, but not enough to so much as slake a little peice of her thirst...Leading her, egging her on just a little more...*

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Shawn led the pair through a tunnel of trees, the hardy wildlife encroaching upon their path at every turn. The light grew steadily and she saw and opening in the trees ahead. She grew eager, anticipation filling with in her as she tried to hurry Shawn’s slow, calculated steps. He seemed to crawl to an almost unbearably casual stride as they neared the clearing, and Jorja waited with bated breath. Finally, they emerged from the forest, and her eyes were greeted with…

…another garden?!

“Fuck this” she muttered bitterly under her breath.

“’Scuse me?’” Shawn asked, turning in her direction.

Chardonnay put on her best and brightest smile, determined not to let him get to her, “Nothing, darling.”

She admired the garden. Roses, fountains, statues, benches…yeah, just great…been there, done that. He hadn’t offered her a choice this time – between the long and short paths that she knew traversed this garden – and she had no desire to stop and smell the roses.

Twisty, turny passages, all alike echoed in her mind. The frustration she felt here in this seemingly endless garden maze was beginning to mirror that pull-your-hair-out annoying stretch of Colossal Cave.

“If I say XYZZY, will you just tell me ‘nothing happens’?” Chardonnay questioned cryptically.

She sighed, frustrated and horny, and still trying to keep her cool. Closing her eyes and spinning around with her hand stretched out, she stopped randomly. With her finger extended she told Shawn, “I want that one.”

The path was arched with ionic columns, their scrolled capitals accented by gargoyle heads. Perched on top of them were medieval, crouched lions. The menagerie was a strange mix of genre that belonged in separate times and places…the creators had obviously never taken an Art Appreciation course. On the shafts of the columns were placed shields bearing family crests, ethereal weapons shimmering in accents of silver and golden.

She wondered what she had gotten herself into.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*This space to soon contain a post. When life quits being sucky for one Roland Player and starts making sense again.*

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Yeah, you're about to get replaced.

*blows kisses*

Just kidding...

 

[Roland Gilliad]

((Okay, enough of this nonsense. On to the sexins! ))

*Shawn was tolerantly amused of the outburst of frustration. It was a sign he was under her skin and she wasnt liking it too much. His smile danced for a moment. Time to give her a taste. His movement was subtle enough to be unnoticed by the walking Chardonnay. As they headed down the broad stone path which looked like some replica of a Roman Road, the stone lions moved, looking benignly and preditorialy down on them. Ghostly swords and axes, wielded by equally ghostly figures, clashed against one another in silence. It was an eerie enough setting, if not for the columns themselves, etched with aincent looking warriors...who's eyes followed them. Shawn smiled his mysterious smile, a hand slipped around her waist as they walked, tugging her aside from the swing of one ghostly blade. He chuckled at the suddenly surprised sound that escaped from her throat, his smile one of a sly knowing.*

Dont worry. You are safe with me.

*His arm tightened around her middle as he whispered the words into one ear, gently laying is warm lips against the nape of her neck for a brief moment, leaving a faint red mark behind as he pulls away and continues to lead her down the pathway. He chuckled softly at her reactions as they passed through a grand archway into what appeared to be some kind of strange main foyer of some hotel. A long wooden desk stood across the far end of the room...and between them and this desk were something that had been - and should have -stayed- - impossible to create inside of a digital realm.*

*Humans.*

Do you like them?

* 'them' seemed far too mild a word for the throng that inhabited the hall. Ascending and descending great staircases, going in and out of doors marked "Private" and "Bathroom" and "Casino"....and some word that looked like, but couldnt be "Dungeon" where some suspicious characters were exiting and entering. People of every type. Shape, Size, Color, Sex, clothing style, personality, were Locomoting their way around the room, the buzz of conversation descending upon them like a happy blanket.*

My own personal form of bots. Useful for...entertainment.

*At this word, a woman clad in a full leather catsuit ambled on by, twirling a thin leash in one hand and huming the tune to 'whip it'. He grinned, evilly, as she looked over with amazement*

See anything you like?

*If she did, the 'bot' in question would instantly take a liking...to her.*

 

[Mistress Jorja]

See anything you like?

Chardonnay eyed the catwoman suspiciously, turning to Shawn. “You didn’t just bring me here to try to get a peek at some real lesbian action did you?” She reached forward, touching the latex, feeling its squeaky plastic as real as anything beneath her fingertips. She jerked her hand away quickly as the woman turned and hissed at her, baring shiny white teeth beneath red lips. “Frankly, your Pussy doesn’t seem very friendly and I’m not here for the chicks.”

She twirled on one heel, looking around her, watching the interactions and listening to the hushed murmur of voices, trying to determine if they were actually communicating with each other and speaking in English. He looked disappointed at her dismissal of the woman, but perked right up again at her words. “Well, there is one thing that I’m interested in..”

Holding up one hand as if to shield her eyes, she peered at the groups of individuals. With a disappointed sigh, she turned to look at him. “Damn, looks like you didn’t program any of them.” With a dismissive shrug, she half-smiled, “Oh well, a girl can dream can’t she?”

Shawn questioned her further, obviously eager to please. A real smile broke out on her face as soon as she turned her back to him, biting her lip in an attempt not to laugh out loud.

“Well, this might sound weird and all…but…I’ve always had these fantasies about genius, VR-programming, mansion-owning hackers.”

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*Shawn laughed* Touche.

*Shrugging his shoulders, he led Chardonnay through the crowd, weaving to and fro and seemingly knowing precisely where he was going. They passed most of the doors, until they came upon one marked, in very demure letters printed elegantly on the wood, 'Private'*

Very well, Chardonnay.

*He removed a slim brass key from one pocket and unlocked the door, Swinging it open into a darkened room. Beyond the shadows, Chardonnay could not tell what lay within it. She couldnt remember the door being there a moment ago either.*

We've played our game long enough, Methinks.

*He could sense the electric excitement which suddenly lept up in her eyes..and smiled at the suddeness of it...and felt her slowly move in behind him. He could have laughed, but decided not to, given the seriousness of her ardor. He wondered how he had inspired such lust in such a beautiful woman. Must be the brains. Her lips were inches from his. There was just one more step to take...and then the fun would happen.*

So here's your chance.

*He turned towards her, feeling the heat of her body...and took one step back, vanishing into the darkness of the room behind him. A moment later, his voice flowed from it like silk on skin...*

Step into my parlour...said the Spider to the fly...if you dare.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Chardonnay

The intensity in his voice captured Chardonnay’s attention immediately. Good sex was all fun and games. But great sex was…dark. Ominous. It had to hover on the horizon like a storm cloud, so near that you could taste it in the air, but denied until the Thunder God decided it was time.

Shawn backed away from her into the darkness, but when she reached out her hand he took it and gently pulled her towards him. The texture of the floor changed beneath her feet – from stone to a richer, earthier consistency of hardwood flooring.

He let go of her hand and the door swung shut, cutting off the light. There was no noise and she couldn’t feel his presence.

“Dark enough you don’t even need a blindfold,” she laughed softly, trying to keep the nerves from showing, crossing her arms over her chest and rubbing her arms as she began to notice the coolness of the room