Samantha is examined.

A short ride through the resort's hallways brought Samantha to a service elevator, its doors already open to receive the automated pet carrier. It stopped inside, and the elevator descended to the basement kennel. This area of the resort was seldom used, being mainly intended for emergencies such as injured guests whose pets had to be taken care of while their owners were treated at the nearby hospital.

As no such emergency had occurred recently, the place was deserted. The carrier rolled past the doors of one empty room after another until it reached the veterinary station. The pet it was carrying may have been mistreated, and the resort AI's humane programming required a physical to make sure the animal hadn't been harmed. Stopping inside the station, the carrier waited until the room's door was sealed before opening its own.

Samantha wasn't sure whether she should be happy or worried about the absence of a human vet. A bad person could easily take advantage of her mute, helpless state, while a good one might have meant an early end to this misadventure instead of the uncertain hope that Tom and Pete would get her out of here. But there was no use thinking about hypotheticals, so Samantha steeled herself and crawled out onto the white tile floor.

The electronic vet got to work immediately, using an array of cameras and thermal sensors to give Samantha a visual one-over from every side. Finding nothing worse than some reddened skin where Tiffany had spanked her, it activated an ultrasound scanner to check for internal injuries. When that came back negative, the vet checked off the first item on its priority list and moved on to the second. Due to the nature of the pet's mistreatment, it was necessary to investigate the possibility that it had been sexually abused as well.

Not wishing to cause the animal any further distress with such an examination, the vet activated a faucet attached to the wall to dispense some water into a bowl waiting for that purpose. Since nothing else seemed to be happening, Samantha crawled over and cupped her hands under the stream to catch the water. She wasn't going to drink like a dog if she could avoid it.

Since the AI didn't seem to object to this behavior, Samantha drank out of her hands and held them out for a second helping, which was provided without conplaint. Being able to do something so mundane without being bothered or scolded allowed the frightened young woman to calm down, or maybe that was the relaxant the water was laced with. Each sip increased the ****'s effect until Samantha felt safe if rather fuzzy in the head, a realization she attributed to stress and the bizzare day she'd had. She was tired of fighting and her fading fear of the AI was probably misplaced. It may be confused about her identity, but it was still programmed to prevent harm and had taken Tiffany away after Pete pointed out that she had mistreated Samantha.

So when she had drank her fill and a mechanical arm took hold of the leash still attached to her collar, Samantha gamely allowed herself to be lead to a bank of medical instruments attached to the lower wall on the other side of the room. Gently, the mechanical arm repositioned Samantha and pulled the leash down until her head lowered to the ground. This raised her ass into the air and her cheeks parted, exposing her holes to the waiting cameras.

There was some bruising on her anus and right vaginal lip. With no way to know the bruises were caused by a ditch full of twigs that had poked Samantha when she had fallen into it while crawling through the woods, the AI interpreted them as signs of **** entry. That kind of **** could have caused internal bleeding that wouldn't be visible to the ultrasound scanner, so the vet was **** to continue its investigation.

More instruments extended from the wall. Two endoscopes, coated in a combination of numbing agents and medical lubricant, approached Samantha from behind. The **** woman jumped a bit when the slick devices touched her sensitive skin, but their contact with her most delicate parts didn't fill her with the shameful feelings she had started getting used to over the course of this horrible day. Samantha didn't feel aroused, or humiliated, or any of the things she had felt when Tiffany had touched her body without her consent. It was a strange sensation, but it was dulled enough that she could put it out of her mind and count the tiny black dots on the ceramic tile and inch from her face.

She did shudder involuntarily as the flexible metal tubes wormed their way into her body, making her lose her count of the dots. She started again from 1, but the invasive procedure was completed before she reached her previous count. Having found no traces of blood in either orifice, the cameras slowly withdrew, leaving only a healing gel behind as they easily slipped out of Samantha. The same gel was applied to her vulva and sphincter, and then her leash was released to allow Samantha to get back into a more natural crawling position.

Meanwhile, the vet filed away its findings and considered what to do next. It didn't know when Samantha had last eaten, but a small bowl of pet food or a treat usually helped its patients along at this stage. The only question was which type of food to dispense. The kennel had access to a large supply of pet food to cater to various species and breeds of pet, but it couldn't place its newest patient into any category it was aware of. Linking the visual data it had gathered on Samantha to a database of all known pet species didn't result in any matches either, not even when the search parameters were expanded to allow for new variants or cross-breeds.

A more sophisticated AI might have realized that Samantha's anatomy matched that of the resort's many human guests, but that was out of scope for a simple veterinarian. It had just enough intelligence to know it was dealing with an unidentified pet and to ask for assistance. So it sent a request to the resort's central processor, which would decide on a course of action.