Enema mine.

Abby hisses. "What comes next, an enema to also clean us up inside?"

I beam at her. She has begun to get acclimatized in our world. "Why, yes of course. Remember: Basic. Hygiene." With that, I lead her towards the enemators, and Abby lets out a scream. I jump to her side and press my hand over her mouth. "Nothing bad is going to happen." I repeat myself. "Nothing. Bad. I am going to pay for your meal, too. OW." Abby has bitten me, and I let go of her mouth. Sigh. "Abby, this is all going to be okay. Nothing bad will happen to you."

The serving boi and another employee, a girl who looks like she just had her 18th birthday, are bringing over our menus. "How do you wish to proceed?"

Rahid beams at Abby who lets out sniffling sobs. "I don't want to have sex!" she wails, and I understand. She is still fearful that everyone could sexually **** her at any moment. **** is of course not okay, everyone needs to be willing to have sex. Just that usually, everyone IS. "Of course. Abby, you are not going to have sex with anyone you don't wish to. - Erin, please partner with Rahid, I will partner with Abby here. We are not going to eat around! Our own menus only. No buts. I am a psychologist, and Abby is my client first and foremost. She arrived here just this morning, and she is disoriented and fearful of everything. Erin, you know your job, you will behave very professional to her. No snarky comments. Treat her like... treat her like a virgin who is afraid of sex."

Those words do not really make sense of course. I have yet to meet an 18-year-old virgin who doesn't want to finally have sex. A fair share of my patients have been youngsters with control problems, and I had to help them psychologically deal with the sudden libido spike that turns adolescents into adults shortly before or after that birthday: Hold these eager teenagers back by providing them toys and make it clear that they are still underage. That is an important part of business, often ending with me celebrating their big 18th birthday together with them, either in my office or in their own bedrooms together with more of their peers. A surprisingly big part of my job is sex-ed.

Oh! I squint at Abby. The woman is much older, though. But if she did not have the post-puberty libido spike? AND with the background of her otherworldly antisex indoctrination? That seems like a hypothesis I will have to test carefully.

"Mr. Rahid, I beg you to understand. My client here is from a much different cultural background than anyone either of us have ever met. You'll please take your meal with my assistant Erin."

Rahid just nods in the affirmative. "It is Mister Ning-Ma, but call this humble sucker Rahid indeed, if you so please. This fellow is not without understanding. His eyes have taken great pleasure to meet your doe-eyed client here, but it may be far from me to place any advances on her until she plainly asks for them." with that, he places his palms together for another stiff bow towards Abby, but deeper this time. He cannot resist to blow her a kiss through the air, though. Quite a charmer. My groin is hot for him, but there is no point if he is not interested.

I hug the quiet woman's shoulders affectionately. There are still tears in her eyes, but all that has remained from her previous outburst, is a hickup that she is seemingly annoyed with. "See Abby? There is nothing to be fearful of, we are not going to harm you." I see that the employees have left. "Thank you, Erin, for clearing up our menus."

Then I guide Abby to the enemators. Erin and Rahid are already sitting, and I check out of the corner of my eyes that the employees have inserted the correct menu into each one before leaving the preparation area. It's all fine, these people know their jobs.

"So." I explain to Abby, as I coax her onto the enemator seat. "This chair has an inbuilt enema tube. If you press this big button in front of you, the tube will emerge from the seat and check out your lovely buttocks. See, Rahid and Erin have already pressed the button for their seats over there, and a harmless cleansing liquid is pumped into them. This is very hygienic, and our world has enjoyed a huge decrease of illnesses thanks to this preventive measure."

Abby gulps and nods. I wait patiently until she presses her "okay" button. She squirms as the chair beeps for a first time, indicating that it has started the search for the anal hole. It beeps for a second time almost directly afterwards, indicating that the target was found. The third beep indicates that the enema gets deployed, and Abby sits up as if stung by a hornet, her hands reaching for her buttocks. I slap her hands away. "No. And don't stand up, either. The enema is already deep inside you and you would just start a big mess if you rip it out. At the very worst, you could even injure yourself. Just indulge in getting cleaned up."

Then I sit at the serving table opposite of her, and press my own button as well. After the third beep I press for a second time to trigger the "plus" mode. The liquid swooshes even faster into my anal lovehole, and the enema head begins to rotate and vibrate while cleaning me even more thoroughly. That makes me lick my lips in anticipation of the wonderful meal that I will get soon. It is also quite pleasant, even though the enemator is just a machine and not a real person.

Opposite to me, Abby's demeanor has abruptly changed. She is rocking back and forth lustfully in her chair. "This is... horrible." she mutters, but I can almost feel how her anal lust nerves are obviously triggered. I glance at her console - she has also activated the "plus" mode. Did she just follow my example, or was it an accident? Or even on purpose?