Susie’s Zoo Submission IV

Susie awoke with a start, curled up against a large plush blanket. Keeping her eyes closed, she stretched slowly, enjoying the feeling, when the memories of what she had endured came rushing back to her. Still stuck in the half-dream of waking, Susie almost felt like it had been a terrible dream, for clearly she was alone. Yet, the soreness of her ass and vagina told her otherwise, and the sudden lack of memories of how she got home made her sit upright, only to find that she wasn’t home. The blanket fell away, showing her to be sitting on a large mattress, almost like a big dog bed, in a secluded corner of the main vet lab. She felt her hair, hanging loosely behind her head, and it was clean, slick from being washed recently. A peek under the covers told her that she had showered as well, all the dirt and blood and animal semen had disappeared. As she sat pondering what had happened to her, Dr. Stone walked into the room. She was clothed as before, in khaki, with a clipboard going through her morning routine when she caught sight of the risen Susie. “Good morning Susie, how are you doing?”
The politeness, after her ordeal yesterday, was clashing. Susie stammered in reply, “um… where am I? … How did I get here?”
Dr. Stone smiled at her, “after the tigers fucked you, you were in pretty bad shape. And you stunk of tiger sweat and cum, which would stink up the whole lab and prevent some of the prey animals from being comfortable in the lab. I cleaned you up some and let you sleep in my old dog’s bed. Were you comfortable?” Susie could only manage a half smile as this information poured in. Dr. Stone continued, “now, of course, we can’t let you leave the premises. What you’ve seen and experienced would no doubt get us in trouble, and of course you are still too valuable of an asset to let go.”
Susie looked at her, the realization that she was a prisoner jolting her awake. “What do you mean I can’t leave? How can you stop me?”
The vet looked at her and nodded to the covers. Susie threw them back, not really caring that she was naked, to see a black band wrapped around her ankle. “That is a transponder, and an electronic collar.