When Quagga finally pulled out all the way this time, turned the ball slapper off, and finally the evil feet ticklers, my throat throbbed from screaming and abuse, but I quickly took a deep breath of air that was denied for me for so long, no longer having to get mere shallow breaths and brief windows of time to breath when the Zebra’s cock partially pulled out only to be shoved back in soon after during this ordeal. I started coughing, bits of cum that I was unable to swallow splatted out and no doubt hit the floor. I was still blindfolded, with the black fabric completely drenched from all the sweat and tears that came out that night.

Suddenly, I felt several harsh smacks with the dreaded wooden stick I had become all to familiar with that night, causing my to once again scream in agony through my coarse throat.

“Did I give you my fucking permission to spit cum out!” – Quagga barked as soon as he noticed the mess I made on the floor. Several more painful whacks soon followed, including several more to my already abused body. “Gah!” I half-screamed and half-moaned as the gag did not allow me to get anything resembling words out. My body hurt everywhere with those smacks, and only my feet were unaffected. I clenched them nervously.

“Don’t offer your feet up yet lizard, there is plenty of time for that.” I whimpered in response, still shivering on the bench as Quagga finally stopped. My stomach then rumbled, clearly reminding me that Quagga, true to his word, did not give me anything to eat besides his cum. As much as I hated to admit it, I would have been much hungrier if he did not force me to ingest a large volume of cum. I groaned; he was trying to make me eager for his cum.

I did not have much time to dwell on it however as my collar was roughly grabbed and something was attached to it, and it was roughly tugged, slightly choking me. He finally let go, only for me to scream in agony as he unclipped the back restraints and started to snake them out through the sail cuts he made earlier. My tail restraint was then cut, finally freeing the raw appendage from its position. After a fresh round of sobbing, my attention was soon grabbed by a punch in the face and the other restraints unlocking automatically.

“On the floor, now!” Quagga screamed right into my earhole causing me to whine. Without even giving me a chance to process it, I was yanked onto the hard cement floor with the leash. “AAAAAAAHHH” I screamed through the ring gag, which was met with more face smacks. The blindfold was then torn off, and my eyes were hit with light for the first time in hours. After squinting and quickly adjusting, I saw the place to be littered with various empty bottles of alcohol. Quagga himself looked a little woozy, though it was clear it was not going to help my situation.

“Don’t you fucking dare try to stand up.” Quagga stood over me, rubbing that damned stick against my already abused body. I looked at myself for the first time in hours. I hissed in horror, as I seen my back, legs, and tail all covered in countless red marks, and no doubt, some hard to see bruises. I whimpered.

Quagga then kicked my face to grab my attention. “You think this is a fucking hotel, bitch! No, we’re not done, follow me!” In response, I tried to slowly get up to my feet. “No, don’t you dare stand up! Crawl you stupid lizard fuck. Crawl!” He then yanked me forward with the leash, forcefully making me crawl on my hands and knees. He soon dragged me out of the cabin and into the dirt and grass, and I had to put energy that I barely had into keeping up with him. The plug in my ass that he never removed once again became noticeable, as it pressed against my insides and even my prostate a few times, almost making me fall over in the sheer stimulation.

Finally, I was dragged to a spot near the tree. I could see a pair of hand restraints there and some tightly secured stakes in the ground. I screamed once again into my ring gag as the much stringer zebra forced me onto my side and forced me to bend completely at the hip, forcing my hands near my feet as the zebra quickly got to work tying me like that. He then forced me to lay awkwardly on my abused legs and ass, causing yet another set of tears to fall from my eyes as he then locked my hands in the restraints, and tied my bound body to the stakes, with me shivering on the muddy ground.
Finally, my face was grabbed as I exhaled in pain. Holding up some sort of funnel with a metal pipe in my face, he quickly secured it and the associated black rubber piece to the ring gag and tapped it in there roughly. I moaned and struggled in my painful rope binds as I realized that he turned the ring gag into a funnel gag. Then, he looked at my feet and made me watch as he started beating them up too with his stick, forming numerous red wealthy as I screamed, groaned, teared up, shivered, and clenched my toes, the latter only giving Quagga new ideas on what to target as he hit my toes repeatedly. My feet after that were both bright red and throbbing. No, throbbing was an understatement! They were in significant pain.

I relaxed slightly when I saw Quagga pull the stick away from me, though that quickly changed, as to my horror, he then stroked his penis and lined it up with the funnel as I futilely tried to shake my head. He then simply let out a steady stream of piss which dripped from all over the leaky pipe and onto the front part of my tongue, making me shiver at the salty chemical taste of Quagga’s piss, all while much more of it went through the pipe to the back of my tongue and mouth, forcing me to taste it there also. I was about to try to force it out through the gaps, only to have Quagga coldly remark “Better not make a mess. Not in the fucking mood. Drink up so I can go to bed.” His red eyes were looking at me up and down, as I had no choice but to start gulping down the vile liquid into my gullet, all while the zebra continued to piss in my funnel. I shivered, gaged, and groaned as I was forced to continue swallowing. Quagga had a huge bladder and it was clear that he had waited, going a bit over capacity just to force me to drink it all. Soon, my belly was full of piss, all while it kept flowing. Finally, when it stopped, it was enough to bloat my belly slightly. I groaned and shivered as the drunk Quagga walked away, back to his bed of comfort while I was to be left here all night in this painful position. I did not want to know how much worse it would get when tomorrow arrived.