Free Vesta - Painworld by Jennifer Jane Pope Page B

unexpected. VESTA can’t do that, not as such. She still is bound within certain confines and only rewrites within the spectrum I have created for her. It’s a wide spectrum, it’s true, but it nevertheless has limitations. Fortunately, for our purposes, those limitations are far more than adequate.’
    â€˜So, where does VESTA search for all this…?’ Lianne began, but a light suddenly dawned in her eyes. ‘Ah, I get it!’ she cried, clapping her hands together with a loud crack of rubber on rubber. ‘The Internet! You’ve got VESTA surfing the Internet!’
    â€˜Indeed I have,’ Marlon confirmed. ‘But I’ve also got her scanning pages and pages of every magazine and book I could lay my hands on. The recognition software was a bugger to get right, but I made it in the end.’
    â€˜So right now VESTA is going through a huge pile of pornography?’ Nadia grinned. Marlon looked aggrieved.
    â€˜Not just pornography,’ he protested. ‘There’s all manner of stuff she needs to assimilate, everything from Shakespeare to… to…’
    â€˜The Marquis de Sade?’ Paul suggested, and there was a general ripple of laughter around the room.
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    â€˜Your dear brother is trying my patience,’ Christina snarled up at the hapless redhead. ‘If he thinks delaying tactics will help you, he’s very wrong - very wrong indeed.’
    Clarissa scarcely heard what the big blonde was saying. Time had long since ceased to have any meaning for her and her entire body had become numbed. Her entire body, that was, apart from her vagina, which seemed to have acquired a life of its own, throbbing and pulsing in response to the sporadic attentions of the vibrating mechanism within the dildo that filled and stretched it.
    â€˜Perhaps I should send him an update,’ Christina sneered. ‘You’re definitely beginning to look a bit jaded up there, slut. Or perhaps I should hang you up and give you a good flogging, take that gag out and let him listen to you screaming for mercy.’ She walked slowly round her immobile captive, apparently considering her options.
    â€˜One more hour,’ she said finally, reaching up a gloved finger and stroking the shaven mound just where the cleft began and just above where the huge phallus had entered it. Clarissa felt a new series of tremors beginning, but she no longer had the will, nor the energy, to try to fight them back down. The cruel amazon could now make her climax with the simplest of touches and they both knew it.
    â€˜One more hour,’ Christina repeated. ‘Then we’ll have to start work on you properly, beginning with that hair of yours.’ Clarissa’s eyes betrayed a total lack of comprehension, but Christina quickly removed any doubts as to what she intended.
    â€˜Yes,’ she went on, ‘that lovely red hair of yours; we’ll shave it all off and polish your skull until it gleams. And we’ll have the eyebrows off, too.
    â€˜There’s a lot we can do with that body of yours, just to fill in the time. You’re not the only artist around here, I can assure you!’
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    Marlon banged down on the return key in frustration and pushed his chair back from the desk on unresisting casters, staring at the VDU screen with a mixture of annoyance and disbelief.
    â€˜Clever bastard,’ he said, speaking as if to his unseen adversary. ‘Very clever indeed.’ He sighed, stood, and walked up and down the narrow room for a minute or two, his muscles, cramped from so long being in the same position, complaining at every step. He stopped, turned, went to the desk and opened the top drawer, taking out the packet that had lain there unused for three months; three months during which he had not once lit up a cigarette.
    â€˜Deep layered, triple encryption, double firewall and at least three proxy connections,’ he intoned to himself, taking