Go to the Grid Room.

My new friend, Tia, and I sit in the cafeteria with our lunches.

"Oh, the enemas? You'll get used to them. I used to get one like...everyday." she says before eating a forkful of salad. "I have this one player who loves it, but the doctor who checks me here is, like, ok that's not good for you." She shrugs. "Now I get one five times a week."

I met Tia on the day after I arrived at the compound. She's five feet two, spray-tanned and has breast implants as big as her head. She has bleached platinum blonde hair that turns pink when the enema-loving player gets her. Unlike me, Tia is here for pay, not serving out a prison sentence.

She says, "Free food, room and good cash. What's not to like?"

"What about the work?" I ask.

"Easiest job in the world...except when it's not." She smiles and winks.

A couple days had passed since I became a Doll. I'm groomed and implanted with the computer chip that connects me to the Pleasure Grid, and a player has finally selected me for a session. I'm weirdly calm about it except for the getting an enema thing--I certainly never did that before.

Tia tells me to relax, and this is what I try to do when I report to the Grid Room for my first assignment.

Dr. Augustus, my medical examiner and handler, smiles when I walk through the door. "Just hop on this bed." he says, and I do as he asks.

The Grid Room really looks like the inside of a medical ward. Dolls lie in the dozen or so hospital beds lining the rectangular room, being attended to by their own handlers. The handlers click and clack at the computer monitors next to the beds, getting their charges prepared for their players' needs.

Dr. Augustus, who's tall, cute and a little nerdy, says, "I'm going to have to ask you to remove your pants."

I giggle because it's obvious he has a crush on me. "No problem." I say. I whip off my pants and my top, too. There's a cool draft in the room, and my nipples perk up immediately. I watch his eyes pop. It's a shame handlers aren't allowed to have sex with Dolls.

He reaches for the tube that extends from a clear IV bag hanging off a tall, rolling rack. I swear his face is red as a tomato when he says, "I have to, um, give you your enema. I'm going to put some lubricant on it first."

"Oh, no worries, I can do it myself." I get the end of the tube from him and dip it into my mouth. I make a nice show of sticking it through my lips before spitting on it. "Do you think that'll do?"

He clears his throat. "Yeah, it'll do."

I lean back, spread my legs and use my fingers to pull apart my butt checks. I see the bulge in his pants as his eyes lovingly roam over my pussy and ass. His hands shake as he slowly inserts the tube into my butt.

I squirm, getting used to the feeling of a cold tube. He releases the valve on the tube, and warm water flows into me. "Ohh," I say. "It's a little...hard to take."

The doctor rubs my belly, relaxing me and making me feel I need to go at the same time. "Just a while longer."

As the IV bag empties in my behind, he taps on his keyboard. I feel a buzzing at the back of my head and know my microchip's being activated. "Just a little longer." he whispers.

He takes a thin, white rubber-coated circlet from a drawer and fits it on my neck. It snaps closed like a handcuff, and a red light flashes beneath the rubber. "This will let me monitor your vitals during your session. It'll also let anyone else on site who sees you know you're in a session."

I moan again, barely registering his words. The pressure building in my belly is almost too much to take.

"Right now, your player is seeing what you're seeing and feeling all the sensations you feel."

"He can...feel this?"

"Yes, he or she feels everything you're feeling."

I close my eyes and moan again. The IV bag is nearly empty, and my belly is heavy and bloated.

"When the collar flashes green, your player will be controlling your body. You won't be able to move a muscle by yourself."

I gasp and barely hear his words. "Can I please--"

"Oh! Yes--let me..." He carefully leads me off the bed and pushes a clean white bucket in front of me. Some of the other dolls stare.

"Am I supposed to..."

Dr. Augustus nods. "Yes, your player likes an audience."

I take a hissing, sharp breath as my stomach convulses. Seeing no other choice, I squat over the bucket and moan as water squirts and then gushes out of me. The water sprays over the edge of the buckle and down my legs. I want to cry because the sensation of relief is so good. I shudder until I finish passing the water. When I look up, I see the outline of Augustus's stone-hard erection pressed against his pants.

He carefully averts his gaze from my wet ass as he helps me clean up and get ready for the next stage of my session.