"Like this, don't you bitch" you growl, "You're a shameless whore. I can smell it!" You bend down to her battered sex and take a long whiff of her musky, heady scent.
You can feel your cock twitch eagerly, but decide that she hasn't suffered enough for all her annoying rhymes. She needs more punishment first.
Glancing around the alley, two things immediately catch your eye: Some rope (always useful to keep your prey in place) and a garden hose somepony threw away. With a wicked grin you grab the rope and begin tying up the striped bitch. You tie her forelegs together at her fetlocks, pull them back between her hind-legs and knot them there as well; Loop the rope around some more to keep her hind-legs a bit spread; and (just because you feel nasty), you take what rope is left and tie it around her neck and muzzle. Tied as she is, her face is pressed against the dirty ground and her flank is sticking obscenely into the air.
"There, that should keep you nice and quiet while mommy works" You whisper hoarsely into her twitching ear. She's still moaning and whimpering weakly, and it drives your lust wild. "I've always felt you ziggers need to be taken down a peg. And really, doesn't your kind usually have stripes on their butts too?"
Zecora herself sniffles and looks up at you questioningly. The dumb zigger obviously doesn't understand what you're getting at, so you pick up the hose and grin.
"Mommy's going to give you some, stupid bitch. Oh, and you shouldn't struggle too much, you might strangle yourself!" With that, you swing the hose around and smack it
right against her ass. She jerks, her cry dying in her throat as the rope around her neck tightens.
You swing again, from the other side this time to catch her on that side of her pretty flank. You hear tear filled muffled sob, she leans away from your strike; But with the way you
bound her she can't even make herself fall over. She's stuck with presenting you her ass, just like she should be. Her ass is yours after all.
Another strike, this time against the back of her legs. You hit her with the nozzle of the hose, so that will probably leave a bruise. You don't care; If anything, you're going to shove the nozzle up her ass when you're done, until the next time you decide to make her flank red. Said ass is trembling with pain, but also with something else: The zigger bitch is obviously, on some level, enjoying the abuse, or more precisely her body is. She's dripping down her legs, and between each swing her moans become louder until she convulses violently, and your left foreleg is drenched in her cum.
You frown, not because she came but because she came on you. That certainly warrants more even more torture, but the way she's wheezing now you're fairly sure
to continue spanking her now wouldn't be quite as much fun. She's barely awake as it is. No, the zigger needs some time to recuperate, a) because she's been too fun
a toy to break too early and b) you need to find some more toys to try out, before you become bored with this one. After all, you didn't even fuck her yet, it just wouldn't
do to spoil that just yet.
Your mind made up, you sling the still bound zebra over you back and trot towards your hideout...
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