Chapter 1.1 ~ Tina One.

 

Every time I woke in the morning, I automatically did a reality check. Had I woken naturally, or had Hills woken me as the first step to controlling my actions during part, or all of the coming day? There was always something close to dread in my mind which quickly dissipated if I discovered that I was the one in control of my muscles.

It was only 7:30 AM, so I suspected that I had been woken by Hills. I was wide awake after eight hours of solid sleep. However, I couldn't feel the computer's insidious tendrils coaxing my body to perform actions that I was perfectly capable of doing myself.

That wasn't the case the previous evening. Tessa and I spent two hours in the company of Hanzo Tijaki, a youngish man who was the new technical director with a seat on the board. But, just like the others, it was me that interested him rather than my companion Doll.

It had been four years since I was the recipient of an X4Neon Microcomputer in the base of my skull, just a few days before I arrived in Japan. Since then, I had received three upgrades, the latest being the X8Neon.

The X8 had the capability of connecting me, via my neckband router, to a mobile computer, no bigger than a briefcase. Apparently, it provided me with an extra squillion terabyte of onboard memory. I didn't understand any of the jargon. All I knew was that I could map a room during a quick tour of the floorspace, in less than a minute, by simply casting my eye over it, while wearing special glasses.

To impress potential buyers, my Manager would let me scan a room, then blindfold me and invite the businessman to give me orders. The loss of control to Hills had become second nature, but some of the sexual demands they made were hard to cope with.

As I stretched, I remembered that my schedule had been changed. I had been rostered to work for eight hours in Sasaki Tower. Instead, I had been assigned to Koji Usagi for the day. I wasn't sure what the assignment entailed, but it was bound to involve a sales pitch of some kind.

The day was certainly going to be more interesting and eventful than working as an attendant or a secretary on the top three floors of Sasaki Tower. As the Uni-dolls were fazed out, we, the handlers and our Dolls were used in their place. It was sensible to use our companion Dolls for such a purpose, for they were ideally suited to monotonous tasks.

I was used to being put into control mode from the moment I left my apartment with Tessa at 08:30, to the moment we returned about ten hours later. It was gruelling work, spending a day on a reception desk or escorting people around the building while being controlled by the mainframe computer, Hills.

Koji was one of two sales managers and covered the central and north regions. Our day's work probably involved giving a demonstration in our Ski City showroom or a trip in a helicopter to one of our satellite showrooms.

Whatever we were doing, it would probably involve my Companion Doll. The company needed me to demonstrate to the customer that there was little difference between us. The price was half a million dollars, so the product and demonstration had to be impressive.

I sat up and climbed out of bed. I stretched again and thought about making the most of being in control. Recently, as the demand on Hills grew, Sasaki had put together eight sales teams, which meant that I was getting more time to myself. I guessed it was a calculated tactic from the board to keep me and the other handlers happy and contented.

My bank balance had swollen beyond half a million pounds, but I wasn't going to be able to touch it until I turned 32, at the end of my ten-year contract. Initially, I was allowed to sleep with Tessa, my Companion Doll, but with their upgraded capabilities, they used more energy.

Tessa's batteries would last for three or four days but the company wanted them topped up every night. So, Tessa stayed inactive during the night, in the small room I called the study. It contained a desk, on which I could connect my MPC. There were three office chairs and two comfortable docking chairs, along with a wall mounted TV, which ironically, I needed a hand controller to switch channels.

I only needed to be hardwired on rare occasions, usually for a thorough diagnostic test after a glitch had screwed the system. But Hills wanted me to sit as close to my MPC as possible, for a ten-minute spell, usually first thing in the morning.

So, as I stepped out into the hall, I wasn't expecting to see Tessa leaving the office, a little further down the corridor. "Tessa, why are you up and about?"

I would never get over the strange feeling whenever I confronted myself unexpectedly. Not only were we identical, but we were also wearing the same brief nightwear, a short pink, cotton crop top and matching tight shorts. The top was minimal with only six inches of material hanging below our nipples, while the shorts were designed to accentuate our impressive butt cheeks.

The items were chosen by Hills, once I had cleared up the flat after Mr. Hijaki's visit. We, the Handlers, never chose our own clothing, so I was naturally wondering what we would be wearing during the day.

Tessa stopped to talk to me and bowed her head politely. 'I must get dressed, then make breakfast for two, Tina.'

Tessa was programmed to use my first name when we were alone, but 'Miss' when in company. I, on the other hand had to address my Manager and every other man as 'Sir' or 'Master'. Etiquette and discipline had been beefed up with the arrival of Hanzo Tijaki and no one had felt the full force of his anger more than I had.

I was taken aback. Hills was keeping me in the dark. The AI program played what it thought were games but to me and the other Handlers, they were more like tricks - annoying tricks.

"Hills, who are we expecting for breakfast? Is it Mr. Usaki?" I asked.

'Tina, you have fifteen minutes to toilet and shower.' Hills voice sounded smooth and casual from the ceiling speakers.

I knew that I wouldn't get any more information out of my AI guardian angel, so I turned to my beautiful companion. "Tessa, I want a light breakfast this morning. Cereals and toast."

'Tina, I have been instructed to make you something more substantial because you are flying and may not get a lunch until this afternoon.'

I frowned. There was no point in questioning my companion who was Hills' mouthpiece, so I patted her on the shoulder. "Get on with it then."

She bowed her head. 'Yes, I will do that, Tina.'

We went our separate ways. Tessa to the spare bedroom while I went to the bathroom. I knew that Hills was always accurate, so when Tessa said, 'you will be flying', I started to wonder if Tessa would be staying behind.

At no point did I detect Hills intruding on my actions during my visit to the bathroom. Everything I did was recorded, even while I sat on the toilet. I doubted if the male directors bothered watching the digital recordings of me showering, for they had the power to either visit my flat in the evenings or have me drop by theirs.

My evenings were a bizarre succession of sexual encounters with either senior Sasaki employees, like directors and Managers, or clients who were visiting Ski City. To house the eight sales teams, two purpose-built single-story structures were erected. We had moved in three months earlier. The interiors weren't as luxurious as the Sasaki Tower accommodation, but the furnishings were adequate.

Currently, there were four teams in each building but there was space for six. We had our own gym and kennels where the Puppy-girl-Dolls would live. We, the handlers, were also Puppy trained at the facility so that we were capable of demonstrating the versatility of the companion Dolls.

As I left the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my waist, I mused that the kennels was my least favourite place in the whole of Ski City. I had just arrived at the kitchen door when Hills interrupted my train of thought.

'Tina, the Items that your Master wants you to wear to breakfast are ready for you.'

"Thank you, Hills. I'm assigned to Mr. Usaki today. Am I dressing for him?"

'Tina, the items are ready for you.'

After glancing in the kitchen and seeing a blond-haired Tessa wearing a black maid's dress, with white petticoats, I crossed the hall. I saw immediately that one robe door was open as I entered my bedroom. It was the wrong door, as far as I was concerned for the shelves contained expensive lingerie that I usually wore in the evening for some of my visitors. On the upside, Hills hadn't chosen a matching maid's outfit for me to wear.

'Tina, the Master would like you to wear a white satin corset, white hold-ups, white stilettoes and a blond wig. He wants you to perform without my assistance.'

Hills didn't need to add a threat. I knew that if I failed to please my Master, then Koji would switch me to neutral mode and probably go beyond the reasonable levels of domination that I had come to expect. My mouth still ached from the gag I wore the previous evening and my cosmetically enhanced butt cheeks were still raw from the bite of the cane.

While I wrapped the corset around my midriff, I decided to try and avoid courting further punishment. After four years working for Sasaki Industries, I knew that Hills was capable of making me do anything...