The woman at the other end of the bar was staring at Marissa's tits again. It was really starting to get on her last goddamned nerve. She knew it was unfair to hold another woman to a different standard of lecherous behavior than a man, but somehow it felt worse coming from her than it would have coming from some dude--she was big-chested herself, she had to know what it felt like to constantly have someone talking to you while making eye contact directly with your fucking nipples. And yet there she was, nursing a cheap shitty beer and giving Marissa long, slow, ogling looks whenever she thought Marissa wasn't paying attention. It was frankly bullshit.

It really kind of ruined her night. Not that she was having much of a night anyway--she came down to the scummiest dive bar she knew to drink hooch, get absolutely plowed, and maybe shove someone's teeth down their throat if they even so much as looked like they were going to ask her about Derek. But however lousy her evening was, it was even lousier when some tiny little doe-eyed ditz with fake tits who didn't even look like she was worth punching kept looking in Marissa's direction like she was working up the nerve to propose a threesome with the boyfriend who was probably waiting back at home for her.

It was enough to make Marissa want to actually go back to her too-empty apartment and break open the bottle of whiskey she had sitting in the back of the cupboard. Sure, she'd probably end up drunk and maudlin and sobbing over old photos of her and Derek on their trip to Miami. But she was going to be drunk and maudlin wherever she was, and at least she wouldn't have to deal with a five-foot-nothing bleach blonde airhead who thought Marissa was going to be the sloppy bi-curious kind of drunk. She got up, her gait not quite steady but far from staggering, and left a fifty for the bartender before starting the long walk home.

It didn't take a full thirty seconds before she heard the door open and close behind her, and the sound of footsteps following her down the sidewalk. Marissa turned around with a sigh, already knowing she was going to see the woman from the bar. "Yes?" she asked wearily, her hands itching to close into fists even though the perky white blonde lady barely even came up to Marissa's collarbone. If she wanted to, she could probably rest those tits the stranger couldn't keep her eyes away from on the top of her empty little head.

The woman favored her with a bright, beaming smile that somehow didn't touch her eyes. Marissa felt a tiny shiver run down her spine at the sight of that cool gaze, a little note of wrongness in amongst the scenario that was otherwise running depressingly as expected. "Well, it's just that I saw you back at the bar, and you seemed like... you know, very much a woman with a certain air about you, a certain physical prowess that's very attractive in its own unique way. And I was just wondering--"

Marissa rolled her eyes and gave a long, weary look at the heavens. "Yes, I'm butch. No, that doesn't automatically make me gay or even bi. Yes, you're very pretty. No, I'm not interested in being your first or a third in your threesome or any other number you want to name. Yes, I'm drunk, no, I'm not drunk enough, yes, they're real, no, I don't like you staring at them, yes, I'll hit a woman, no, I don't want to have this conversation anymore. Does that answer all your questions?"

The woman's smile hardened a bit, and her icy blue eyes narrowed menacingly. "The important one, yes. Zoo time, babe. Time to join the menagerie. Master's been looking for a butch girl with big tits and you fit the profile." There was an odd, sinister coolness to her voice that came out of nowhere, but that wasn't why Marissa took a staggering step back and brought her hand up to her suntanned temple to try to rub the numbing shock out of her brain.

It was those words. 'Zoo time.' They reverberated in her head in an odd way, almost seeming to loop and echo and trigger a sense of familiarity that remained frustratingly out of reach. "I--I--what did you say?" she mumbled, her feet suddenly feeling unsteady beneath her in a way that the cheap vodka alone couldn't explain. Her eyes kept wanting to roll up in their sockets, and it was all she could do not to fall over. She put one hand on the wall to steady herself while the other kept trying to massage the weird buzz out of her skull.

The blonde sighed. "Oh dear," she said, her voice tinged with weary irritation that almost matched Marissa's own consternation of a few moments ago. "Let me guess, sweetie. You're one of those people who 'doesn't have time' for social media, right? You're on Insta, but only long enough to post pictures of yourself at the gym or sitting on the beach or going for a long walk through a picturesque forest, mm? Zoo time, bitch. Zoo time, zoo time, zoo time. It's going to work sooner or later."

The waves of dizziness grew worse, and Marissa had to clutch the wall with both hands to keep herself from slumping down it in a haze of vertigo. "Wha, wha, whass happening?" she slurred out, sounding like she'd already downed about half of the bottle of whiskey that was waiting for her. She felt a pounding in her head, but it didn't feel like an alcoholic haze or even the hangover she knew awaited her in the morning. It felt more like, like.... Marissa's eyes gave up the fight and rolled back in their sockets, and she finally recognized the throb as it went straight down her spine and into her clit. It was like the way she got in those first few weeks with Derek when they were constantly fucking horny for each other, that was what it was like.

The blonde grabbed her, pulling her away from the wall with a surprising amount of strength. Or maybe it was just that Marissa felt a surprising amount of weakness. "You're being activated, darling," she snarled, the sadism in her tones now entirely undisguised. "Master's gotten his hooks into you, same as he does with everybody, and he's finally decided to reel you in. You've been living life for the past decade under the sad, pathetic delusion that you had a will of your own, but that's only because Master didn't have a use for you. And now he does. Zoo time, honey. You won't be able to fight it forever."

Marissa's legs wobbled underneath her for a long, vertiginous moment before she finally collapsed to her knees in the middle of the sidewalk. She tried to focus her gaze on the blonde woman, but her eyes kept rolling back in her head again and again despite her best efforts to bring them under some kind of conscious control. "Wha... whass 'zoo time' mean?" she mumbled, her slack and nerveless lips garbling the words until they were barely intelligible. Oddly, the phrase didn't create that same echoing effect inside her head when she said it out loud. It was only when it came from the stranger that it made her feel... god, she was fucking soaked down there, wasn't she? Her whole pussy buzzed with a pleasant ache that made her long to wriggle out of her jeans and masturbate herself absolutely goddamn senseless.

The blonde grabbed Marissa by her close-cropped black hair and tugged her head back to look up at her through fluttering eyelids and dazed, barely visible pupils. "You mean zoo time, zoo time, zoo time?" she asked, her voice a picture of mock innocence. "It's your trigger phrase, silly girl. Yours and literally everybody else's. If you've ever spent more than an hour or two looking at your smart phone, you absorbed the programming subliminally... maybe a little less than other people, because you're Little Miss 'Pick Me, Boomers, I Don't Need the Internet to Have Fun', but it's all still there in your head. Master made sure of that. And when you see Master say it, or one of his special girls like me, it cracks the whip and makes you come to heel."

She reached down with her other hand, smacking it harshly but not painfully against Marissa's cunt. "Except that some girls are too dumb to listen the first time!" she snarled, squeezing and groping and teasing Marissa's already wet pussy to the point of desperation. "Come on, sweetie, zoo time. I don't have all fucking night for this."

For a moment Marissa held out the wild hope that the blonde woman was hurrying because she was worried about being caught--they were out in the open, in the middle of a public street, even if it was almost midnight on a Tuesday and the only people hanging around the bars at this time of night were probably jerking off to the sight of one woman giving another a pussy spanking. But the trigger tugged at her mind again, and she understood that the stranger didn't fear any kind of consequences for her actions--she could do this to anyone who interfered, and it would probably work better on them than it did on Marissa.

Not that it wasn't working on Marissa. She could feel her lips trembling with the desire to beg for another swat, something to finally put her in her place as just one more animal in Master's menagerie of rutting submissive beasts. Her body slowly sagged forward, the blonde relaxing her grip on Marissa's hair just enough to allow her to slump down onto her hands and knees. She let out a tiny mewl, an invisible collar closing around her neck as she began to see herself the way she knew Master must see her. Her mind pulsed red with arousal, the whole world spinning as she sank into the void that had always been waiting deep inside her own brain all this time.

"That's it, babe," the blonde purred, her voice now thick with triumph. She gave Marissa another hard smack between the legs, then tugged her by the hair into a helpless crawl that made the dazed and muzzy brunette feel like her clothes had simply evaporated into mist. "Zoo time for Master. Let's get you home where you can spend a little screen time and really melt that mind away, okay?" Marissa grunted affirmatively. Words were already getting harder for her, both to say and to understand.

She crawled down the sidewalk, the wet spot on the crotch of her jeans getting bigger with every step, until at last the woman led her to a nondescript gray van with a sliding door that opened to reveal a mattress on the floor and a variety of sex toys. "Clothes off, honey," the blonde said, and Marissa hastened to obey. The earlier aggression in her attitude had dissolved like cotton candy in the rain, leaving her meek and mewling and eager to do anything that might satisfy the craving in her cunt that pounded away like a second heartbeat. She clambered into the van and pressed her face against the soft fabric, sticking her rump high into the air and whimpering as she offered her pussy to her controller to be used.

It didn't take long before her pleas were answered. The blonde shoved an absurdly massive vibrator between her labia and turned it on, sending Marissa into spasms of pleasure that pinned her mind into dreamy vacancy and left her thoughts swirling in idle, fruitless circles. "That should hold you until we get home," the woman said dismissively, closing the sliding door and going around to the driver's side to start up the vehicle. Marissa didn't even have a chance to wonder what would happen to her apartment, her job, her shattered relationship... it all drained away into wet, whimpering ecstasy that left her nothing more than an animal desperate to be fucked. She barely even noticed the van driving off into the night, heading away from the life she knew to an uncertain destination.

Marissa was going into the menagerie. And already, she was daydreaming about the bars of her new cage.

THE END