FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

For the past three hours, Jordan scrambled around like a madman inside the bar for no other reason other than to participate in activities that bordered on mental torture. From one depraved task after another, the exhausted kangaroo girl worked her ass off to keep up with the frenetic pace, but that seemed more and more impossible by the minute as their requests began to pile up on top of one another. Her brain, at that point, felt nothing more than an over-boiled egg, ready to burst from being overdone; but despite this, she kept on pushing onward, functioning as she was ordered to do like a living, breathing zombie.

The things they made her do bordered on being perverted to somewhat absurd, almost as if a sex-crazed schizophrenic was dishing out the orders. They shouted "hey, bitch, do a handstand!" and so she did, while men pointed at her breasts as they publicly noted with gleeful chuckles to each other on how her "boobs flopped right in front of her face", obscuring her blushing cheeks from them. Slowly, her frozen zombie-like state began to thaw as her anger began to churn deep inside of her heart like a heated furnace. She hated, no, absolutely despised these "bounces", particularly the fat-ass boar, more and more for using her for cheap thrills and laughs. At first, the attention lifted her shattered spirits, even to the point of being intoxicating, but that only lasted for a brief moment as the humiliating acts they made her do along with their grating laughs had grounded her patience and tolerance into dust.

The next order that presented itself to her had one gentleman demanding that she juggle balls around as if she was some sort of clown. Obviously, that ended swiftly on her first attempt, when the balls slipped past her fingers before they clattered onto the ground, bouncing away from her. In response, some stupidly clever bushranger had to remark, " Heh, I rather have her juggle my balls than watch this shit" which made her eyes roll around. Soon, it shifted to washing the dishes in the back where the grimy kitchen was where some men came to watch for some strange reason. Clearly, they didn't have a better use of their time, particularly this late, than to watch a naked kangaroo girl wipe dishes clean with a shitty, boggy soap.

Only one positive thought stuck out at her, and it was that none of the men tried to force themselves onto her when they could have. There were no police officers nearby to stop them nor any white knights to come to her rescue. She was all alone in this cold, cruel reality, and all she had was just a wooden door for her to try to escape through though that was near unthinkable with these gutless drongos surrounding her. They certainly enjoyed her in every sense as they held no regard for her personal space, and they didn't hesitate to make her squirm uncomfortably by touching her inappropriately here and there.

With their smug, ugly faces staring down at her, they swatted at her breasts just for the hell of it all and on other occasions, they simply stuck their dirty fingers right in her mouth when she wasn't paying attention, just to see her throw a fit. She spouted words like "fuckin' stop!" or "that's disgusting, you pig!" in utter distaste, while she spat onto the ground to clear her mouth, only to have another finger jam back inside, just to screw with her. They did all these crude, senseless acts that violated nearly every sacred right of her's without batting an eye, but they didn't bother to try anything that would have been considered rape by law. It wasn't like she wanted to get gangbanged to oblivion, but it was incredibly odd that they held themselves back, especially when they lacked any sort of discipline or respect for her.

"Bollocks," she thought to herself in doubt. Certainly, there had to be some sort of devious "master" plan going on behind the scenes where they planned to do such a vicious act in the end after raising her hopes up. If that was true, these bushrangers were some pretty fuckin' calculating bastards, ones that were not to be underestimated. After that revelation, she began to notice that the boar stopped anyone short of jamming something down her ass or anything like that, vocally and sometimes physically to stop them. If it was done out of moral obligation or some sort of cruel trick, she couldn't tell. Either way, the thoughts that plagued her mind drove her mad, as she couldn't bear to stand it any more. For a split second, she just wanted to shout out, "just fuck me already and get it over with!", but that meant slipping herself right into their greasy, filthy hands. Perhaps they were waiting for her consent, maybe they were trying to make her crack.

Remaining calm became the top priority, as failing meant losing her purpose. Losing her purpose meant all her suffering had gone for naught. This was not just for that one fellow co-worker that she hardly knew of, but it was also for herself. Redemption, in her mind, should never be easy, and it certainly couldn't be, otherwise any bloke could do it. If that was the case, what would she truly be redeeming then if it was that easy? Consciously, over and over again, she reminded herself of the task at hand, as she would never let herself forget it, even as her mind was preoccupied with scrubbing the dishes. One funny matter that she did notice by now was that when she first entered the bar, she stammered like a fuckin' twat. Now, she was far too engrained in her anger to let her insecurities get to her, even if it was just a temporary high. If these pricks thought they were making her weaker, they were wrong. They were making her stronger.

"Damn, look at them muscles, just straining, pulling, and pushing! She's pretty fucking buff. I bet you twenty bucks she can probably do more on deadlifting than you, Paul," a tall, toned giraffe noted in a thick British accent to the bulky rhino who was built like a right next to him, "I mean look at that ass. It's fucking working it, and she's just washing the damn dishes. Imagine her in bed.

"Nah," Paul let out a prompt snort with a dismissive wave of his hand, "She's a fuckin' gal, dude. She don't got no dick, ya' know? Testosterone and all that shit beat out estrogen, ya' know? How much do ya' want to bet I could wrestle her down right now?

Jordan could hear all the filth that came spewing forth from their little mouths, but she dismissed their conversation as nothing more than the occasional dirty talk and bragging by these pair of pompous jackasses.

"Hm, actually, you know what?" he paused for a moment, "That sounds like a bloody brilliant idea. I bet you dinner over it, eh?"

When she heard that, the muscular kangaroo girl found herself somewhat alarmed at how this exchange soon elevated, but she figured it was just teasing up until she heard a bestial grunt that sounded something like the word "deal". Her head whipped around just in time to see this absolute behemoth of a man crash into her as if he was playing goddamn rugby. A normal man would have been knocked out from the surprise hit, but Jordan, thanks to her muscled build, managed to absorb the hit, though that's not to say she wasn't winded. All the air in her lungs completely escaped her, leaving her panting for air, while this big, fucking brute laid on top of her in triumph.

"W-what the actual piss?" Jordan breathlessly croaked out into the tattooed face of the rhino, "Are ya' on fucking wobbly boots or are ya' retarded?" His immensely huge body pressed down on her plump breasts, squishing them painfully under his hefty weight, while a girthy bulge pressed against her crotch with naughty intent which made the situation all the more grim for her.

"Oi! Big guy! Don't make her into a flapjack. We got plans for her, remember?" the giraffe rebuked the rhino, before he let out a twisted grin which she could spot over the rhino's massive shoulders, "But yeah, please do go on. Why don't you perhaps show her your home-made backbreaker move? I mean you should really show her how a former high school wrestler champion does it."

Not a single intelligible word came from Big Paul, but the bastard stirred to speak in a language that sounded like complete nonsense while the man rolled off of her. For a moment, Jordan spotted a chance to get away from these assholes, but the rhino's fat hands found her body before she could even turn on her side. Before long, she found herself practically lifted up into the air like a ragdoll before she was plopped back-first down onto rhino's belly where she actually bounced from the recoil, causing her breasts to painfully flop around. Meanwhile, his arms hooked under her armpits, forcing her arms up so her chest would be fully exposed, while his hairy legs curled around the front of her's, keeping her pinned on his body. During all this, this weird bastard kept on talking as if an unholy spirit had possessed his body and made him speak out in tongues.

The giraffe casually walked up, while he took a quick drag on his fag before he crouched down to take in the kangaroo girl's naked body. His eyes started with her sharply-formed face, taking in her appearance. before they moved down to linger over her delicate pair of breasts. From there, they cut over her abs to stare at her bare crotch for a brief moment with a flicker of interest. With a smile, he nodded in approval after he had flicked his dying cigarette down onto the ground.

"Heh, I'm just cracking a fat just by looking at you. Not a terrific number of girls do that to me, mind you, whatever your name is. I have rather high standards," the dodgy giraffe explained, while he scooted on closer to watch the show, "I also used to be on this man's wrestling team as a trainer, and I'm just going to say that whatever you do, don't tense up. Keep your body nice and loose, otherwise I have to give you my 'special' treatment."

"You're a fucking cree-Ow! F-fu... Fucking fuck! Fuck!" Jordan soon burst out into a scream when a searing pain soon shot through her back. She had no idea what this fucker was doing, but it felt as if the man's round belly had begun to protrude into her back, forcing it to arch awkwardly. Meanwhile, he started tugging hard on her arms and legs to cause them to stretch downwards and outwards to place more pressure on her poor back. The stress placed on her overburdened spine made her eyes water for the first time in months, and it became so overbearing that if she just wanted to turn her head around, she would be greeted with complete and utter agony that made her whimper like a helpless puppy. Meanwhile, her chest had shamefully stuck up into the air lewdly, which the giraffe was more than happy to take note of. Seeing this, he gently prodded his index finger right against her nipple to push it inward.

"Dude, do I get my fuckin' free chow now or ya' fucking with me?" the rhino interjected after he stopped talking in his strange language, clearly oblivious of the long-necked gentleman's intent, "I don't like to be screwed around with, Jamal."

"Yeah, yeah, do hold onto that position, my man. I got an idea," Jamal remarked without much thought given to his response, while he got up to hover right on over the rhino and naked female, "I hope you don't mind too much, Paul. I'll let you have your turn later. First though, is the kitchen door closed? I don't want that pig to get in on our noses again. He's such a buzz-kill."

"H-hey! Hey! No! Back up, clacker!" Jordan shot out defensively at the giraffe, her head straining to shake her head in refusal, though the only thing she could do was stare on.

"Yeah, it's shut tight as a virgin's ass. What about it? Whatcha' going to do, dude?" Paul asked out of suspicion, his eyebrow rising up.

There weren't particularly many things in the world that drove her mad as being as helpless and as useless as this. One little movement and her muscles would cry out in agonizing pain, so resisting went flying out the window unless she wanted to wreck havoc on her body. Unfortunately, with her heart pounding against her chest and adrenaline flowing through her veins, she found it difficult to relax her body, and the pain in her back grew worse over time. The giraffe, being the calculating prick that he was, took advantage of her precarious position like any perverted asshole would have done. Her eyes jarred wide open when she noticed the man's hand drag across the crotch region of his jean, before she heard the sound of unzipping fill her ears. Dread ate her up, as panic soon struck her like a sledgehammer which caused her to squirm around desperately which only made her torment worse.

"Fucking hell! Oh fuck you! Fuck your fat friend and fuck your long neck!" she cried out hoarsely when the male's junk floundered free from his pants. Horrified at the sight of the bare male flesh, Jordan's flushed face became as pink as a peach when the bloody thing came down closer and closer towards her. With the low-hanging sack drooping down ever so close to her precious face, Jordan closed one eye as the wrinkled flesh plopped down over her closed eyelids. Soon, the giraffe dragged his plump knackers around slowly in a circular motion as if adding salt to her wounds. Everything down from the grainy wrinkles to the stirring warmth could be felt scraping against her exposed skin, as the man made a living mockery of her face, all while he let playfully hummed to himself. Her seething voice trembled with each word that came snarling out of her mouth, as she shouted "when I get out of here, I'm goi-Mhhh! MHHHH!" Before she could even finish her threat, this greasy fucker took the liberty of guiding his round orbs right across her cheek until it rolled down right into her mouth where it firmly entrenched itself, filling the wet orifice with his sagging nuts.

"Ah, that's much better, I say. Don't you think, Paul?" the giraffe teased Jordan by patting the side of her face as if she was a child, "Much less annoying, I dare say. Don't bite down girlie, unless you want to break your spine."

"Dude! I ain't a fuckin' table! Step off already!" the rhino complained, obviously not thrilled of how the scenario began to unfold, "If ya' just wanted some ass, you should've asked the big man here for some help."

"Be patient. Now, that wouldn't be fun, would it? You'll get your food, and you'll get your turn with her," he retorted back without much care in his voice, while he cocked his head to the side as he stared into her narrowed eyes, "Oh my, you seem so angry. Well, I guess I'll have to fix that. So, what was your name? I don't believe I asked. If you don't answer, that's perfectly fine. You'll just have a full mouth until you do."

By then, Jordan felt more than a hundred percent certain that this giraffe was off his bonkers. How did he suspect her to be able to talk with his fucking balls in her goddamn mouth? Did this man seriously think this was nothing more than a game? Unfortunately for her, he did, as his jewels remained lodged deep inside her mouth. It pressed against her unwilling tongue to keep it pinned underneath, while the strong taste of salty brine began to seep across her tastebuds. Gagging at the awful taste, her throat and mouth tried her best to cough the obtrusions out but all she ended up doing was slobber all over them, coating his flesh with her warm saliva. Having no other choice, her mouth stirred the motion to speak out her name, though the only sound that came out sounded nothing more than a sloppy gargle.

Instantly, upon hearing her, the giraffe let out a snicker, before he finally cracked out into full-on laughter. "Oh, man! That's just too fucking good. What did you say, nut-sucker? Can you repeat that?" he taunted her on.

The rhino too couldn't help but break out into a toothy grin, as he too would be tempted into making his own smart-ass remark. "Sounds like she's tryin' to speak the King's language. I can barely tell."

Her teeth, for a while now, had been preparing to sink down into his soft, squishy meat, but it took all her willpower to keep herself from caving into such a temptation. Hearing him scream out in pain would have been a joy, even if it was the last thing she heard, but she had to focus on her mission and remember what she was here for. Once more, she conjured up her strength to tuck her pride away, before she tried to speak again, only to let out that same, dreadful sound. "Mhhh!" she went on in clear frustration, before a splatter of saliva came sprouting out from the back of her mouth to coat the underside of his fat balls.

"Ha, whatever, you say, 'Mhhh'!" Jamal mocked her by imitating the sound she had made with extra effects entailing it, all while he puckered up his lips as if he was sucking on something, "Just as promised."

It came almost as a relief sent from the heavens itself when those salty orbs came sliding out of her mouth with a soft "plop!", leaving her jaws to shift around freely once more. Still, the awful taste of the man's balls lingered onward, but she was confident that they would rub out after a few more drinks back at the bar though that was if if she could get back there again with these two bonzos holding her captive. "Ugh, fuckin' wash ya' junk or something, pig," Jordan spat out in utter disgust. Her head turned to the side, ready to spit out whatever tainted liquid she had in her mouth, until she stopped herself at the last moment with a groan of annoyance. Since the rhino had such wide shoulders, she realized that spitting meant ticking off this turd-for-brains, and the last thing she wanted was her back to snap in half like a kit-kat bar. Instead, she swirled it around in her mouth to keep herself from tasting her own brackish saliva, since she had no intention of swallowing that shit.

Not quite satisfied, the giraffe reared away from her face to sit down completely on her rock-hard abs, plopping his wet sack down. "Oh boy," he muttered joyfully, while he slid his hard phallus in between her soft, pliable breast where it would tuck in comfortably between the two cushy pillows. In one straight motion, he tucked her breasts together tightly around his shaft, all the while he bucked his hips forward hard until he could go no further.

"Hey! That's not what they're used for, you fucking hoon!" Jordan blurted out in complaint, while her arms and legs quivered uncontrollably as they fought muscle for muscle for domination, "Fuckin' cowards. You all hide behind numbers." Desperate to see what was going on, she tried to cock her neck and head forward; but as soon as the sensation of needles prickling at her spine spread through her neck, she settled for staring at his delighted face while her teeth gnashed angrily against each other. His crooked grin remained plastered across his face while his eyes lit up brightly like a greedy child counting his presents on Christmas Eve. Before long, she watched the man thrust in and out against her bosom repeatedly, while his orbs rolled across the top of her stomach, draping her tense flesh with her own saliva like a paint roller.

Even though she couldn't even see her chest properly except for the very top, the kangaroo girl could feel a minor jolt rush through her jugs every time this asshole slammed into the underside of her tits. If she couldn't feel it, he made sure she heard him."Ah, that feels bloody damn good! You see, you sweet naive girl. Numbers are everything, and that doesn't make me a coward. That's what make leaders who they are. Leaders like myself are up on top, watching your big boobies jiggle around, while followers like you are down there, having her funbag getting messed with. Haven't you ever thought to yourself why you're really not getting a proper initiation?"

"What the hell do ya' mean?" she grunted out, while her chest began to ache from the rough titfucking, "I am getting one. Are ya' fuckin' deaf. You do realize as soon as we get out of this fuckin' kitchen. You're going to get fucked by the boar for this, right?"

"Oh, it may be true that he doesn't want us to fuck around with you, but he isn't here. Is he? He can't do anything that he doesn't know about. Not much he can do to erase the past, eh? Am I right girl?" he asked with a slight chuckle at the end, his hand pulling away briefly to flick at her nipple.

"Fucking bastard," Jordan's voice quivered with fury, "What makes you think I won't tell him? You can't scare me."

"Oh poor, naive girl," he gloated, his tongue running over his teeth, "did you really think we were going to take you in? Let me put things in the terms your little brain can understand. Firstly, you're a fucking broad. Do you see any in here? Ever thought to wonder why? Secondly, you don't even have a bloody bike. The big man told me. Now, I wonder why someone like you would want to join us without a bike. I mean they sent out a guy earlier to check on the bikes, and there was one for everyone except for yours. Real suspicious I say

"W-what? I me- No! It's in the shop!" she blurted out, her face growing flushed with warmth now. It seemed, for a moment, that all this suffering she had endured and gone through would all be in vain. Nothing she did mattered now, and that was enough to make her her voice crack

"So then, how'd you get here if you're new to town? This place is quite far from town. Heh, dumb bitch. Let me share a little secret," he went on, leaning forward to stare down into her eyes, while he kept bucking his hips, "he wants to talk to you at the end of all this. When I say talk, I mean real torture. Real nasty stuff. So now, if you don't want to get cut up into delicious slabs of kangaroo meat or buried alive, you better play along, little girl, because I can make sure piggy over there keeps you in one piece. I have power, unlike this dumb doofus down here."

"Shut ya' trap, skinny neck. I ain't dumb. Also, ya' ain't gonna' keep it for long yapping on like that if you fuckin' spill the beans," Paul snapped out hoarsely, "for all that hollerin' about having a college education, you ain't that smart."

"Does it bloody matter? Just hold her down and let me deal with this. She'll be obedient to us now. Won't you, girl?" he grunted out, his hips speeding up, "Ugh... Shit... Time to show off the virility implant!"

When the thick rod of meat twitched in between her breasts, Jordan instinctively shut her eyes and mouth when a hot flood of sticky liquid came spluttering out all over her grimacing face. With a few ropes of semen sent flying there and a string sprayed here, he painted her up like a Jackson Pollock painting, as he kept churning his hips furiously to milk himself as much as he could. Finally, he stood up and began to jerk himself clean all over her chest with a last few drips oozing out. It seemed like an impossible, unnatural amount for someone so lanky, yet here he was beating himself off to drench the poor girl underneath to show off his prowess to both the rhino and her. Like his hubris, his vitality proved to be a bit too much as a splurt of spunk came sprinkling down over a horrified rhino's face.

"De nazu phaka!" a disgusted rhino shouted out in his strange language when the gunk landed right in his open eye, "Phak de muha!"

When the kangaroo girl heard him cry out, she immediately noticed his muscles loosening up its tight hold over her. Sensing a weakness, she readied herself and waited for the moment to strike when the gray brute, without thinking, released her right arm to wipe the gunk off of his face and eye.

"What are you doing, you hoon!" Jamal cried out in alarm, all while the final, dying trickles of his sperm dripped down onto her face.

As soon as one of her limb broke free, she struck hard with brutal efficiency. Her right arm curled up towards her chest, before she, in one swift motion, unleashed her elbow down onto the side of Paul's face which would land with a punishing thud. His head jerked to the side, his limbs motionless, as she felt his body go limp. For a moment, she thought the muscle-head was dead, but that couldn't be quite right. She wasn't THAT strong. With one guy down, she moved onto her next target: the giraffe. Already, Jamal, panicking, shoved his frantic hands towards her neck to choke her out, but the strong female merely swung her left arm around to blindly clobber him right in the face which sent him sprawling across the floor. She didn't know quite where her fist landed, but she prayed that it was somewhere that hurt like hell.

For a moment, she remained lying on the rhino as if he was a really uncomfortable bed, panting heavily as she tried to regain her composure, though it wasn't long before it dawned on her that she was free. A smug smirk flickered across her face when Jordan realized how badass it would seem if she were to share the tale of how she took down two men with her eyes closed, albeit admittedly with some luck on her side. Of course, she had to leave out the part on what blinded her along with what they did to her beforehand, though that sobering thought quickly washed the smile off of her once beaming face. Behind the mask, a pained look lingered on for a brief moment, her thoughts turning dark, but the kangaroo girl snapped out of it as the epinephrine coursed through her veins, giving her a temporary high that filled her with strength and security. She felt like the hulk, invincible and unstoppable, and there would be absolutely nothing and she meant nothing, that could stop her now. With her new-found energy, her sturdy legs reared back towards her chest, before she unraveled herself as she soon sprung up onto her feet with the grace of an overweight mountain cat.

Once she was up onto her feet, the first matter that occupied her mind revolved around what had befallen the skinny mammal. In a way, fate answered her question within a heartbeat, when her ears perked up when she heard an anguished groan materialize from his direction. Immediately, she cracked a smile in satisfaction, feeling no remorse for her action. Her only regret was that she didn't hit him harder, as breaking a bone or two would have sent only half of the message. Only time forbade her from exacting justice in its unadulterated form, since it could be any minute that they could send someone to check up on them. An arm went up to wipe some of the sticky mess away from her eyes before opening up so they could look around for potential escape routes. She already ruled out the option of going back to the bar since it was clear by now that she wasn't welcome here, but there was a backdoor for her to sneak out through and, for the moment, it seemed like her best bet.

As she stood there, her big brain began to spur into action as she contemplated on what to do next. They were so many options to take and so little time; but within half a minute, the cogs and grinds behind that mass of pink tissue spun until a glorious plan came into fruition. If she stuck to the script, the tasks that laid before her would be simple. In fact, the most difficult part of the plan had been dealt with, only a flicker of her eyes towards the unconscious rhino confirmed this, and all she had to do was to keep the sperm sample on her for now as evidence, up until she got to her car for proper storage. From there, the plan required her to head straight to the nearest local police precinct and report these fuckers for attempted rape and sexual assault. In result, she would not only get her revenge, but she could make the first step towards redemption for herself which worked out perfectly for her despite the initial hitch in her plan.

Once she got passed that door, there should be nothing stopping her, as there were no guards posted outside or anything of the like. No camera. Nothing. The only real problem that popped up into her head was the fact that she would be walking around naked without any sort of clothing to cover her shame, but that was the least of her worries there. Just before she left, she turned towards the giraffe, who laid there with a swollen face with puffy lips, as he curled up into a pathetic, little ball. With a twisted grin, she knelt down to look over his frightened, quivering form, while she spoke out to him slowly, "If I had the time, I would make sure you had your share of poetic justice, but I don't. So, enjoy this instead." With that, she stood up and promptly kicked him square in the snout. Immediately, a sickening crack echoed around the room that soon was joined by the smart-ass biker's howl. Satisfied with herself, the kangaroo girl left one parting gift to the giraffe, as she bent over to spit out the tainted gunk of saliva down onto his face. With that, she then turned and left.

Once outside, a crack of light greeted her in the darkness, revealing her nude body out in the night. Feeling rather chilly as the wind brushed against her bare skin, she hurried on down across the road where an unmarked police car hid behind a large tractor near the open wheat field, the very same one she had taken without "permission". In a matter of minutes, she had her car up and operational. Pressing her thumb against the scanner near the door handle, she soon waited for the computer to register her identity before it unlocked itself with a click.

"Welcome back!" a suave, rich voice generated by the car greeted her, "the door is now unlocked!"

"Shut up," she mouthed back, clearly annoyed, under her breath. She was not in the mood for stupid remarks when her ears were still ringing from them back during her brief stay at the bar.

Just when she was about to get in the car to swipe herself for a sample of the giraffe's semen, a genius idea came to mind. Here she was with an unmarked police vehicle with various weapons stored in the trunk. It was stolen, of course, but that didn't take anything away from it and its prowess. Why bother dealing with the slow, tedious legal procedures along with the humiliation that may entail from it when she was Justice Incarnate! With her muscles, her firepower, and her mind, she could take on anything! Intoxicated with power and with her heart pounding with excitement, Jordan felt a sinister smile slip across her lips, while she moved to back to pop open her trunk. What laid before her wasn't the usual energy-grade weapon with the rather boring ability to switch from being lethal to non-lethal. Instead, what laid there was a good ol' fashioned, pump-action shotgun, a rare but effective antiquity for her time. Ballistic weaponry had been illegal for a while now except for its usage by the military and police, but this wasn't exactly against the law since she had a license for it anyways. At least, she used to have a license before all her mistakes. It was practically the same bloody thing, and she didn't let that little obstacle hinder her and her intentions.

Her hands practically quivered when she snatched up her little baby, as she caressed it against her bosom to feel the mixture of metal and wood press against her. With the ancient death machine now brought up to her shoulder, she eyed her target through her iron-sight towards the closest window before pulling the trigger. "Bang!" The quiet night turned loud in one tug of a finger, as the shot rang out in the open air. The shotgun kicked like a bitch, and the handle bore down hard against her shoulder though she held her ground without too much trouble.

Instead of a single shot that would slice across the bar, what the bewildered female got was a spray of pellets that sprinkled itself all around the place doing nothing but minimal damage as they bounced off of the metallic sheen of various motorcycles while also lodging itself harmlessly into the wooden wall of the bar. Just when everything seem to go her way for once, she, in her brief moment of power, forget to check to see if she had a pellet or slug round loaded. Cursing herself for her stupidity, she cocked her shotgun, while she began to walk across the road towards her target to prepare herself for a closer shot. For them, it must have been both an amusing and frightening sight to see a naked kangaroo crossing the street with a shotgun. "Hell, that could be a joke!" she thought to herself with a soft chuckle, "Why did the naked kangaroo cross the road? To fuckin' murder you, of course!"

Past the windows and its curtains, silhouettes of figures, thick and lean, ran around all over the bar, doing who knew what in there. One figure, in particular, caught her eye, as he had quite the round shape to him, almost like the boar's, as he soon stopped on a dime with his body turning to stare out the window. His arms rose up, before another shot rang out to greet her. Instead of a bang, a zap came to meet her ear as a shot of energy whizzed passed her so closely that even in her moment of brief madness, it struck a dagger of fear right into her heart. Immediately, Jordan stumbled backwards with her arms flailing around wildly, trying to find balance, before she fell down hard on her rump where her bare skin and tush scrapped itself against the rough asphalt. Her sore breasts bounced upon impact with the floor, leaving her to hiss in pain as her ass felt a burning sensation arise from the grinding and grating it had received.

More gunfire erupted from the bar with shots spraying out left and right without any sort of accuracy or discipline as to be expected from these bushrangers. Only that round man alone had fired an accurate shot and while it could have been a lucky one, it was far too close for comfort to be such a thing. In fact, it came to that point where she thought the man intentionally missed, though she didn't ponder about that too long as she had more pressing concerns other than that. For one, she wasn't sure if the guns were set on lethal or not, but she soon got her answer when one shot slammed into the side of her car. Instead of leaving behind a sizzling hole, the power in her car went out with a slow "whirr", leaving her dead in the water, Within seconds, relentless hooting and yelling joined the chorus of destruction with the front door of the bar opening up where a good pool of men began to pile out with their energy pistol, machetes, and chains. Her eyes instantly grew wide when she realized the consequences of her short-sighted deed. She sat there in a daze, paralyzed with fear, before a tiny voice in her head screamed at her to stop being stupid and to move her lazy butt. Nobody was going to kiss the stinging boo-boo on her ass and bandage it, because this was all on her now.

"Here we come, muscle-butt!" a deep voice called out, "Bring that tight ass back here, and we might just spare it!"

Not keen on being thrown into captivity, especially with these pervy freaks, the kangaroo girl immediately dropped down flat onto her unclothed stomach and chest after having thrown her piece of shit shotgun on the ground. Inside the confines of her mind, Jordan prayed silently that they would take the bait instead of just shooting her on the spot to seal the deal. Everything about her escape relied on this small detail; and if they were as cold and as brutal as their leaders were, she wasn't going anywhere. Stunning her right there and then would have been wise and practical, but there was just this slight chance that they were just regular, dumb cocky thugs who liked to play around with their victims.

For her, the gunshot that had buzzed by her earlier became a wake-up call. Instead of having emotions and adrenaline dictate her action and thoughts now, a new plan, one conceived out of logic, seeped into her mind. This would be an approach that she rarely tried before, one that relied on cunning and stealth rather than the brute force which she had grown so fond of. With so many men out there armed to the teeth, she couldn't afford to go down with her guns blazing and risk getting caught, not when she was this close.

A sigh of relief left her when she noticed the bikers lower their weapons down to the ground, though a small smile soon spread across her lips as a satisfying thought came to mind. For one, the bikers, at least their thugs and their minions, were nothing more than a bunch of piss drunk drongos with an itchy trigger finger. Thank the heavens for that. With their mocking laughter and taunts, they approached her carelessly while bidding their sweet time, as they would joke around with each other. They could laugh and taunt her now, but they wouldn't be laughing when they would report that she had escaped from their clutches.

"You're in for it now, muscle-butt!" shouted one man, while he twirled his chains around thoughtlessly.

"Oh yeah, we'll get that ass working!" another biker joined in with the other with a chuckle.

Like a pack of mindless bullies, they hurled a flurry of insults at her, but she didn't care at that point, especially when this would all play to her advantage. While they were all laughing their unprepared asses off, Jordan pushed herself down onto all four and like a dog, she began to crawl furiously as she whipped around to face the wheat field. Initially, they didn't even notice for a few seconds, as they were consumed by their own humor. It wasn't until one man pointed her out that the rest realized what happened, but the new development hardly fazed them as the men initially became more confused than worried with her antics. Being the typical, immature pricks that they were, they instead broke out into a howling fit as they took their silly giggling to the next level.

Unable to take her seriously, they merely grinned at her with their heads shaking in utter disdain, as they stared at her wiggling butt as it began to swing side to side alluringly in front of them with her strong, round butt-cheeks jerking up and down. Enjoying the show, they slowly made advances on her while they openly mocked her with their words. However, in one second to the next, everything changed. To their horror, the group finally realized that the kangaroo girl moved much faster than they anticipated and by the time she reached the edge of the field, she disappeared behind the golden stalks of wheat. Panicking, the bikers took wild pot shots at her like the drunken buffoons they were. Gunfire whizzed passed her harmlessly, while she swept through to safety as she got the last laugh.

Her hands and knees kept their stride as she crawled onward, up until the sound of gunfire ceased and when the wheat stalks behind her began to rustle. Heavy footsteps rang out with the voices of the shouting bikers, as they delved in to pursue after her with dogged persistence. Her breathing grew heavy when she swore that she felt fingertips grasping at her thick tail. With bullets no longer flying by overhead and with their footsteps growing louder, she planted her hands down against the dirt like an olympic sprinter, before she propelled herself up onto her feet in one, explosive stride. She maintained her momentum, as her powerful, muscular legs churned wildly as they carried her through the wheat field. Meanwhile, the aching orbs on her chest jumped around uncontrollably with each step taken, being quite the hindrance.

Her head never turned to look back over her shoulder, even when their cursing and yelling ceased to penetrate her ears. Unlike last time, she wasn't going to take any chances or do anything stupid. Instead, she stuck to the script. Her legs kept moving, and she fought onward to keep it that way, no matter how much her thighs burned. But like any other being, she soon grew weary to the point that her legs felt like a pair of wet noodles just flopping along, though her persistence soon paid off when she reached the end of the wheat field.

The lone manor with its pristine white boards could not hide from Jordan's gaze for long, as it sat atop the hill before her with the morning sun shining down upon it. When her eyes first made contact, the kangaroo girl couldn't help but descend into a fit of uncontrollable giggling and for that duration, she thought had gone insane. She didn't know what was so funny, but it simply was and she could not stop. The sudden shift from being chased by a mob of feisty bikers to walking up to a peaceful farmhouse just made her burst out into laughter, and it continued until she reached the front porch. Once she drew near, she grew silent when she noticed something particularly odd. Not a single light appeared to be on inside. Typically, being this early, it wasn't a big surprise, but this wasn't a normal house with a normal family. Farmers, unlike most people, would have been up by now to work, though it became apparent why upon closer inspection. Instead of it giving answers, more questions popped into her head. The place, at least from what she could see, appeared completely abandoned, not to mention ransacked as its windows were smashed in. With little to no sign of deterioration and the relative cleanliness of the home, it had to have been recent, but that did little to faze her.

When she stepped up onto the porch to peer through the shattered window, she noticed that the house was neither empty nor as dark as she initially anticipated. Instead, she found all the furniture to be perfectly intact and in place, though it did seem as if they were positioned too perfectly. Everything was lined up symmetrically with the black sofa to the very dot. For instance, the coffee table sat in front of it, right at its center without it being an inch or two out of place. Even the two lamp stands surrounding the sofa were aligned precisely with one another, as its cords also stuck outward at a similar angle. In addition, on top of the coffee table were some magazines that were stacked elegantly together with not a single page sticking out from it, though Jordan was quick to note that they weren't the kind of reading material that one would bring to work. If anything, these sorts of magazines would be considered illegal contraband due to their "complacency in corrupting the minds of men" as the ministry of morality had said. If she saw the owner here, she was going to remain somewhat wary of his presence, though her attention soon changed. What she saw next was the most strange of all. For some peculiar reason, the television remained turned on despite the house's vacancy with its static screen flickering incessantly. With all the lights off in the house, she figured someone would have at least turned off the television.

Despite this, Jordan wasn't picky. Her eyelids grew heavy, and the weary kangaroo girl needed a place to hide for a while so she could rest her head somewhere. To be even fairer, beggars couldn't be choosers, especially when she was butt naked with a gang of vicious brutes coming after her ass both figuratively and literally. With no one seemingly here, this seemed like a perfect opportunity to rest up before proceeding on with the task of finding some clothing for herself. With one leg raised over another, she carefully climbed in through the smashed window, while she made sure not to cut herself on the way in.

Once inside, the white noise emitted by the television began to lull her deeper and deeper towards sleep like a lullaby, until she could no longer resist its unsoundly music. For a moment, she contemplated about shouting out to see if anyone was here, but she didn't bother as sleep beckoned and it would not wait any longer. Either it would come take her by force or she would come to it with open arms. Being the way she was, the choice became obvious. Burdened with the weight of sleepiness and utter exhaustion, the kangaroo girl walked up to the couch and soon slumped down there where her eyes caught a quick glimpse of the clock before her eyes closed. One last thought passed by her before sleep came to steal her away: it was four in the morning, and she still hadn't wiped the man's dirty cum off of her face. Terrific.