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of them an experimental tap, setting them swinging gently to and fro, their weight causing the nipples to distend from side to side as they moved.
    â€˜Beautiful,’ Christina breathed. ‘The artist as a work of art. Now then, let’s plug that dear little arse and stretch that other hole like it’s never been stretched before.’
    Five minutes later, the job was done, the greased dildos thrust crudely into their respective orifices and kept there by means of a curved perspex crotch strap that locked to the front and back of the lower edge of the corset, the transparent material permitting an unobstructed view of the two implements and the degree to which they were stretching both openings.
    As she viewed the finished article Christina squeezed her own thighs together, conscious of the growing warmth and of the dampness inside the leather covering her crotch. After they had completed the necessary filming, she promised herself, she was going to enjoy the uninterrupted company of this bizarre little plastic doll she had created. She wondered what the doll herself would make of it.
    She had a pretty shrewd idea!
 
    â€˜Looks like you’ll be making me redundant before long,’ Simon Prescott said, easing his gangling frame into a more comfortable position. Nadia uncrossed her legs, shaking her head.
    â€˜No way,’ she assured him. ‘We were - are, sorry - all part of the team that started this and I happen to be a great believer in a little commodity called loyalty. Besides,’ she went on, ‘everyone’s assuming that VESTA will be able to take over everything, and that’s just not so. We’ll still need a photographer and we’ll still need our cast to produce fresh ideas and input. VESTA may be a wizard lady, but even computers can go stale.’
    â€˜So how exactly do you see this progressing?’ Simon asked. In his late thirties, he was a few years younger than Nadia, though in truth he looked a lot older. During the years he had worked for her, as photographer, lighting technician, adviser, script consultant and general support worker, a special bond had grown up between them, though it was a bond of a platonic nature only. Nadia scratched her chin, a sure sign that she was still undecided and merely throwing ideas into the ring.
    â€˜I thought,’ she began, ‘that for the moment we’d continue with the normal stuff just the way we’ve always done it. After all, if it ain’t broke, don’t mend it. VESTA is completely untried as yet, even if Marlon is confident there won’t be any problems. We can try a few experimental lifts and compare the finished article with the stuff we get via you and Sonia, and see what we all think.
    â€˜Meanwhile, once Marlon has VESTA up and running, we can offer trial runs to a few selected contacts and see what they think. I’ve already placed a subtle little piece in one of the VIP websites, just to test the water.
    â€˜However, before we do, I think we have to give her a proper field trial. So far Marlon’s used Lianne and Ellen and a few other paid volunteers I’ve recruited for him these past months, but mainly for inputting and only a few output experiences. Apart from that I’ve tried it as a passive subject, but that was just me on my own, with Marlon tweaking the auto-programming wherever he thought it might help.
    â€˜What we don’t know - what we can’t know, until he’s got all the other terminals up and running - is how VESTA will perform under multi-participant status. Therefore, I reckon we have to give her a thorough field test, all of us if necessary. That’s you, me, Paul, Lianne and Ellen, Suzy, Carla, Hazel, Gavin and Sonia.
    â€˜I make that nine of us, which is a pretty reasonable test, but I could always recruit three or four more, just to push VESTA a bit harder.’
    â€˜Well, you’re the boss lady,’ Simon said. ‘Though