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The clock ticked close to midnight when the wooden door swung open with a creak to announce the arrival of a new guest to the decrepit bar. For the newcomer, she heard whispers that this hideout named "The Gator's Ravine" had become a local favorite among the town's biker gang. It was almost like a second home to them and not a single day would go by without them lingering about to do whatever the hell they did here.For her, the matter would be simple where she would simply just go in, introduce herself, and get acquainted with the gang. Afterwards, it would just be smooth riding from that point on and forever.

With a clear and open entrance, Jordan stood, all six feet and two inches of her, right in front of a door which held the key to a fresh new start, a brand new bike, and an entire new town to live her life in with a chance at redemption, and all the kangaroo had to do was suck it up and stride right on inside with her chin held up. One foot led over another inside and when her athletic body crossed into the plane of view of the occupants of the bar, all the lively chatter inside stopped to a dead halt as heads began to swivel around to see who the stranger was.

Awkward silence filled the air when all the eyes of the bikers swallowed up the feminine yet thick figure before them with both intrigue and suspicion. The painfulness of the silent situation made it all the more uneasy for her, and she couldn't blame them at all. The female kangaroo stuck out like a bloody sore thumb and nothing she did could change that, no matter what kind of outfit she wore or what sort of tattoo she had strewn over her muscled arms. With all these bikers, young and old, round or stringy, rough and fresh, there weren't particularly many in this gang that were female. In fact, there were none at all. A nervous smile broke out across her face, before she stiffly lifted up a hand to give a faint wave while her mouth hesitantly croaked, "Um, hey ya'. I'm new here?"

A pause ensued as the men turned to stare at each other in utter confusion with their eyes interlocked, before they broke out into a boisterous laugh that filled up the night sky. Not sure whether to join in or not, the poor girl kept to herself, all the while she anxiously rubbed the side of her damp neck. From what she saw, there had to have been a few dozen inside this small, cramped bar with its cheap, red neon lights flashing overhead. Overcrowded with trash littering the floor, the room also smelled heavily of alcohol, smoke, and worst of all musk, and it wasn't long before Jordan noticed what a bodgy condition this shithole of a bar was in. For one, she absolutely did not want to seem like a piker, but the stench made her poor nose shrivel up like a dried up raisin.

For a moment, she thought about stepping back and away to leave just as fast as she had came in, but one thing stopped her: a voice. "Hey, girlie! Get your muscular ass up here!" the gruff voice from the crowd shouted out, before a thick, meaty arm rose up from the crowd to beckon her to move forward. Her head turned to the side to look around, unsure if this was a joke or not, before she finally summoned the courage to start walking as her mouth became dry with fear. She could practically feel their eyeballs gobble up her exotic, tanned skin and her majestic, muscular body for whatever personal reason they had whether if it was lust or just plain curiosity.

Being a somewhat intelligent girl herself, she somewhat pulled together the pieces together and to confirm it, she tilted her head forward while her sight traversed down her own curved body where she saw the top of her cleavage where her sizable breasts were held back by the tight, gray tanktop and hidden bra she wore. Streaks and small drips of sweat had already accumulated there, giving her soft flesh a shiny look. There was no doubt that these babies would catch quite some attention, especially when her sweat caused her tanktop to stick to her skin.

By the time her head tilted back up, she found herself standing in front of the source of the sound where a chubby, rotund boar stood in front of her with what she would call an insanely complex tattoo of a flaming skull that stretched up from his deltoids down to his wrist. The detail on it was immaculate, and it was far too much for her to take in on one simple glance. For that, she would need magnifying glasses and a few minutes to herself to truly sort out the message within. Other than that remarkable piece of body marking, this bloke had nothing else that was interesting on him, as there were no necklaces or earrings to decorate his face. In fact, he wore absolutely nothing above the belt, so she could spot everything from the wrinkles and folds in his belly to the stretchmark near his shoulders, making it all the more precarious and awkward for her. "Sit here," he barked out, almost like an order, while he shoved a leaner and smaller bat out of his seat before patting the foam seating. For the most part, she felt bad about taking this man's seat and it was even worse when the flying mammal gave her an angry glare as he stormed off with a grumble to find another place to sit down at. To be fair, it wasn't really her fault that he was kicked out, not in her mind at least, but she wasn't too worried about that at this point.

"Well, thanks!" Jordan piped out with false confidence that built up inside her, as her chest pumped out proudly forward. With her leg swinging around, she placed her firm rump down on the soft foam, before she swiveled around to face the wooden counter. For the most part, it seemed like everyone returned to whatever they were doing, though the men around her who could see her would take an occasional glance here and there to take in that female sight. From where she sat, she could even hear the words they spoke, but she blocked them out from her mind. The last thing she wanted them to hear was gossip.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Let's make the intro choppy, righto? The name is Bob. That guy over there to your left is Chad. Yeah, simple names. Easy to remember, no?" He cocked his thick head over towards the muscular grey otter who gave a nod back, all while raising his glass, "What about yours, gal? What's ya' story? What is someone as strong as you doing around here?" The man delivered a "playful" punch to her shoulder that felt like it had enough power in it to knock her off of her seat despite her musculature. Only her sturdy frame saved her from toppling down onto the ground in complete and utter embarrassment, but it was enough to make her shoulder tingle from the stinging pain that soon erupted from the place of impact. Her hand moved up to rub her shoulder tentatively to soothe the pain, but no words of complaint left her mouth.

"Heh, whaddya' know? I got a pretty plain name as well like ya' blokes. It starts with a 'J' and it ends with 'ordan'. Jordan!" she stated with a forced, wide grin, knowing quite well that what she said was very much worthy of a face-palm, "and cheers to ya', Chad." Her head turned to acknowledge the otter to her left who once more gave a silent nod. "Well, can't say it's real exciting. I just moved to town here, and I decided it wouldn't be a terrible idea to bring my ass in here to meet some fellow bike enthusiast, ya' know?"

"Yeah, yeah, real interesting. You nervous, gal? Maybe, you should take a drink. Well, not that one. That bat fellow took a swirl with it. Real dodgy fellow. I wouldn't trust what goes on near his mouth," he chipped in crudely with a slight chuckle, while he banged his fist against the counter to catch the interest of the bartender, "hey, bacon boy, get this gal a drink. Just make whatever for her. A coldie or something. Something good!" By now, the tense girl noticed that the man acted as if he was on a mission, since he seemed to speak unusually quickly with an interest of getting to the point. Wary of taking a drink but not wanting to refuse it, she reluctantly watched as the ironically skinny pig begin to pour out a drink for her from a mixer. He didn't even bother making a fresh batch. Yuck, she thought.

"Well, yeah, yeah, I'm nervous," she went on, struggling to follow the pace of the rather eager boar, while she nodded her head continually without thought. When she finally got a chance to interject, she quickly blurted out what was on her mind, "wait. Maybe, I should mention this, but I came in here to join ya'lls little group. It seems real swell and all, and I thought I could be a part of it."

Bob paused for a moment with his eyebrow raised as if stunned by the remark, before he whipped his head to the right where he patted a grisly bear, a black bear mind you, not an actual grizzly bear, on the shoulder. "Hey, Jax, this gal wants to join us? Can you believe that? Ha!" The sound and intonation of the fat asshole next to her made her grit her teeth together in annoyance. The insolence and disrespect that followed was nothing short of sexism in her mind. The two kept on talking as if she wasn't there, yapping away to their bloody selves. With other voices speaking over another, the kangaroo girl hardly got a whiff of what they said except for some excerpts here and there from the big mammal. When he finally turned around, the words that came from his mouth made her heart drop.

He didn't say "no", not quite, but the way he said it was sure close to it. "Well then, gal, just like the rest of us, ya' got prove that you're with us. Ya' hear me? For all ya' know, ya' could be a copper snooping her dirty nose where it don't belong, and we don't need that bullshit. Trust me, we REALLY don't need that bullshit." He concluded darkly, before he cleared his throat, "you see Pony Boy and Soda back there? Yeah, right in that corner. Those two brothers just got out prison for burning down a church with a few bratty kids tied up inside. Ya' really don't want to mess with us. Do ya' really want to mess with us?" Her eyes flickered over to the far right corner where she saw a tattooed up horse chatting away with another while chowing away on a Dairy King meal.

After seeing their menacing forms, she immediately shook her head side to side, knowing quite well how matters worked with these kind of people. Perhaps, this wasn't the best idea she had in mind, she thought. "Since ya' is a gal, we'll make it fun for both of us. In fact, it'll be a short initiation. It won't easy for ya', but it's gonna be easier than what most of us had to do." Soon enough, he began to lick his lips, and the only thing that came to mind for Jordan were the sarcastic words "this was going to be bloody good."

Soon, the skittish kangaroo girl reached down to grip the edge of her stool in anticipation of the words that were to be said though unfortunately, the prick took his bloody time with it as if to enjoy the stunned look that had seeped across her face where her eyes had grown wide and her lips would pucker up as she bit down on the underside of her lips. "Go on," she finally insisted onward.

"Well, it's real simple really. Typically, we bloody up the new guy to see if he really wants to get in and we send him out to get something valuable for us that ain't his, but it's barbaric to do it on such a pretty little face. Instead, I just asked the big fucking bear over to my right and he gave me two options. One is as easy as a fuckin' piece of piss and the other is not. So far, I decided that ya' gotta do what we want for the evening then ya'll be an initiate in our little gang. It ain't gonna be a fun ride this evening or your time as an initiate, but everyone had to do it and ya' gotta do too. Say though, before we start, do ya have a bike? I didn't hear nothing when you came on walking here." He asked with his eyes practically boring into the back of her skull, his lips twitching slightly as he spoke." It might be loud here, but it ain't loud enough to blanket over the roar of a bike, girlie."

"Um, no. I, uh... Well, it's a long story. I-" Jordan trailed off as she stammered to herself, only to be cut off in a snap.

"That was all I needed to hear, babe," he snapped dismissively with a cold, spine-tingling chuckle.

Instantly, her eyebrows rose upward in suspicion. It wasn't long before she slid her body forth until her feet touched the ground. When they landed, her legs soon straightened out as she rose up tall. At least, she tried to. As soon as she slid off the stool, the boar's hefty arm dropped down around her shoulders and neck. Like a python, it wrapped around tightly, before he brought her back down onto the stool with a thud! "Maybe, I should also say that we ain't too appreciating of people who want to join up and then suddenly back away, because you might be a copper, ya' know of those D's, and the only way for you to dissuade that, little gal, is to prove it time and time again. If you don't want to be buried six feet under or tied up in a van, you should sit and relax." He drew in close to the point where his hot, stinky breath brushed against the side of her face. Her nose, already devastated by the scent inside the bar, crinkled up in response, while a shudder of repulsion rushed up her spine. Her body leaned away to the side, but the big man reeled her back in and kept her there with a smug grin smeared across his face. By golly, she hated that look on his face.

Before she could utter a word of complaint, her voice was drowned out when the boar soon forced her up onto her feet, while he pressed her powerful body against his thick, bare chest as he released a fierce shout that caught everyone' attention in a single swoop. "Hey, ya', this gal wants to join us. Now, ya' may not know what that mean. We're not going to bloody her up or anything. Nah, that ain't right, ya know? Instead she agrees to do what we want for the night!" As soon as those words came slipping past his fat lips, the poor kangaroo girl could hear a roar of approval exhume from the hooting crowd. Beer was spilt and some men found their faces to be an unwilling recipient of a mug or fist from the ensuing chaos when arms shot up in cheers. "And if she doesn't do it, ya' know what that means." That ended a tad dark, she noted with a gulp to herself, as she became more and more apprehensive about the situation by the second. Naturally, if she had her usual swagger and confidence, this wouldn't have been a problem as she could just shut them up with a few well-composed strings of words, but the mistake from last time still lingered on in her conscience. From that, she had lost all faith in herself, so she remained quiet with her lips clenched shut, ready to submit to what laid before her. Besides, she tried to comfort herself, it was only going to be for only one evening, right?

"Why don't you strip, gal?" he prodded her on with those degrading words, while his arm slowly crept its way down until it was firmly wrapped around her waist, right around her bare skin where her tanktop wouldcut off. For a moment, she had half the mind to elbow him right in his fat gut, but that move wouldn't bode too well in a bar in the middle of nowhere with a gang of vicious bikers surrounding her on all sides.

The crowd, upon hearing this, chanted almost ritualistically with their voices crying out for more, "Strip! Strip! Strip!" Those words pounded against her eardrums over anfbid over, ringing incessantly, as the peer pressure got to her. A flush of embarrassment swarmed over her face, while her head dipped down to stare at the floor. For a moment, she enjoyed the attention she received, until she remembered precisely why all their eyes were fixated on her toned figure.

As much as she hated to stand here and be demeaned relentlessly, the kangaroo girl had no other option other than to keep the show rolling forward. Soon, her hands dropped down where it grasped the bottom of her tanktop where she began to reluctantly bring it up inch by inch. Her fingers then took hold of her bra when it got up there along with her tanktop, before she liberated her torso of the fabric to allow her tanned, delicate breasts to spring free from their prison.

"Nice tits," one cried out from the crowd, while the grey otter next to her silently stared at her luscious side, enjoying the profile view of her muscular body from her bare breasts down to her round rump that would both stick out quite well.

"Yeah, nice tits indeed," Jordan repeated sarcastically under her breath. while she lowered her hands down towards her shorts where she began to tug them down. Slowly but surely, they came off with tidbits of her rump and crotch now being exposed for their viewing pleasure, until the fabric would rest around her knees. "Happy now, asshole?" As soon as she finished the task, the boar behind her slapped her right on the ass like the uncultured brute he was, giving it enough force to make her stubborn butt-cheeks jiggle in effect. Shocked, a high-pitched yelp escaped her throat, before she hastily silenced herself out of embarrassment.

Clearly by now, everyone in the crowd could notice the two unhealthy, red splotches glowing on her cheeks. Unfortunately for her, the humiliation would only get worse when the boar pushed her forward, so he and the others could get a better viewing angle from behind. They remained back there with their hands fixed on their chin to admire the sight that would soon befall on their eyes. The next thing the unlucky female felt was her legs tripping over her shorts, and she found herself falling straight down onto her hands and knees with her breasts dangling down below as her nipples would point straight towards the floor, while her smooth rump would be up in the air like a dog in heat.

By then, Jordan knew that perhaps stepping in through that door was her first mistake, and her second mistake, which sealed the deal, happened all because she refused to listen to her guts. Now, here she was nearly naked with her the curves of her body now being perved at by men left and right. As the humiliation took hold, her throat soon tightened to the point where she could hardly croak out a word if she had wanted to. Instead, all the strength and willpower she could muster wouldn't help her now, as the only thing to do was to remain down on all fours there like an obedient dog, while chortles of laughter would rain down all around her her like daggers, jeering and sneering at her and her pride. Some of the bikers began to move around in a circle as if they were examining the Statue of David, as they made several musing comments that scattered about though she only managed to catch one particular statement through the buzzing noise.

"That, I say, is one fine pair of ass," a voice behind her chipped in with a slight country accent, "I'll motorboat all over that steel buns, even if it hurts my fuckin' face."

One would have imagined that Jordan would have tried to get back onto her feet to resist or escape, but something kept her down on the ground and paralyzed her as if a toxin had seeped through her veins, rendering her limbs practically useless. No matter how much effort she put into moving her arms and legs, they didn't budge an inch, though they did start shaking from the effort she placed into them. Thankfully, only a few handful of these big, bad bikers dared to venture close to her, but there was something to said about them closing in slowly as the inspection turned more into a hunt where she was a fresh carcass, waiting to be taken, with them as the sharks, ready to pounce in to take their fair share of the meat. In fact, the kangaroo girl wondered why most of the men didn't charge in on her like a horde of lustful beasts. Instead, they stayed back and bided their time.

Within a few seconds though, someone drew so close that she could practically feel the man's bristly fur tickle her behind. As her head turned to look over her shoulder, she found the one and only silent otter standing back there with his dull, brown eyes locked rather creepily with hers. Unnerved, she bit down on her lips, as the man reached down to grasp her tightly by the hips before he started to grind his clothed groin right on between her firm buttocks. A horrified gasp escaped her, but she didn't lift a hand up to strike back at him. In fact, she didn't want to. It wasn't that she enjoyed being abused. She absolutely abhorred it, but there was really something about being in the spotlight where everyone's eyes were locked in around her. It didn't help that an action like that would draw the ire of a few dozen men on her if she were to act.

Smack! Her back stiffened when the otter brought his hand down like a hammer to deliver a punishing blow to her unprepared butt. No sound escaped her except for the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and a feminine grunt, as she accepted what was to come over her with no words of complaint. Instead, she tried to dignify herself as much of possible by keeping her head up high, as she was determined to keep herself from letting out any sounds that these depraved men might find "cute" or "arousing". This proved to be a mistake when a burly, black bull who looked as mean as a cat's piss took note of the straight, resilient face that had soon taken shape. It wasn't long before he knelt down beside her, all the while the otter kept on silently molesting her bottom by continually rubbing his crotch against it relentlessly over and over again.

"Heh, you don't look like jack shit," the bull practically spat out in her face, while he glanced over her athletic form with a snort of disdain, "You think you're anything here, girl?" He soon drew in close to quietly whisper into her ear, "You're my bitch. Hell, our bitch." With that, he reached over to grasp a handful of her hair which he used to tug her head up to his face before he pressed his lips against hers. Soon, their lips became interlocked with one another, and Jordan's eyes immediately widened in surprise when she was forced into an intimate, sloppy kiss. For a few seconds, she could feel the man's slobbering tongue poke and prod against her lips, demanding entrance, but she kept them clenched down in utter defiance.

After a few seconds of struggling, her head finally jerked free, though the bull looked more than satisfied when they broke away as he lifted up an arm to wipe his lips. Before she could even dry off her lips or even rebuke the bull, the next thing the poor kangaroo girl knew was that this vile creature had placed both of his hands over her jugs as his fingers would squeeze down into the gentle, soft flesh. Unable to resist, her eyes soon shut tightly while she let out a whimper while a grimace would soon take over her pained facial expressions. She cringed when the man brought his hands up towards her chest to squeeze those orbs up against her own body, before he would then let them hang free.

For a moment, she had a brief moment of respite, but the wheels would soon churn into action when the bloody bull began to milk her! With her breasts slick with sweat, the bull found it easy to jerk his hands up and down her rack like a piston, as he tugged her boobs towards the floor before they would be pressed back towards her body. The cycle kept on repeating. Up and down, her left then right breasts went, while she could only help but watch in horror. Her head would tilt forward where she would stare right in between the crevice of her own breasts where she witnessed the man work her like a machine. Moans, groans, and grunts kept slipping through her lips repeatedly throughout the entire treatment. "U-u-ugh... Ah.... F-fuck," she muttered out, before she clenched down on her teeth hard, "goddamn you..."

"C'mon, girlie, moo for me! Moo!" he dogged her with an evil smirk, though she remained silent other than the occasional natural sounds that forcibly came flowing from her mouth.

This would go on for a few minutes, until the boar barked out towards him irritably, "That's enough, Pete. Get ya' big buns away, so the rest of us can enjoy her as well." With another one of his famous, high-pressured snorts, the bull rose up and walked back towards the crowd to meld back in with the rest of the faceless men. The otter, too, had sensed that his time had run short, and he got up and returned back to his position, though it wasn't without one last slap to the rump to mark his farewell. "Now, get up, girlie," the boar went on, "it ain't even ten past midnight. You got a long way to go. Now, how about you strike a pose for us? I know ya' gals like ya' fashion shows. Why not a body show for us men? I'm sure ya' will enjoy it as much as us."

The crowd around him nodded in agreement as a clear consensus would form when the word "yeah" would be shouted out from the group in unison like a rising tide. By the time she had gotten up, her eyes immediately jumped around left and right to make sure nobody was using a camera. It wasn't that she was afraid of having the image of her naked body floating in someone's memory card, but the last thing she wanted was evidence of her here floating around on the internet or on someone else's phone or computer. The idea of that horrified her to the point where it literally made her quiver at the thought of it. Lucky, there were none, but there were eyes all about, taking in her naked form.

"Hey, why don't you try to seduce us, eh?" a white, lanky bunny suggested thoughtfully with a hand on his crotch as he rubbed at the spot eagerly, "if you do, we might even give you a reward."

The words were sickening to hear, but she dared not refuse him. One false move and as they told her, her life as she knew it would be over. With a deep breath, her chest expanded, before she let the air inside her lungs out to deflate her chest once more as she tried her best to calm herself down from her agitated state. After having relaxed herself, she began the disgusting task by first having her arms plant her hands over her lovely pair of breasts where her palms soon formed cups around her breasts to conceal the tanned orbs that lay beneath. Her legs would spread apart so there laid spacing in between her thigh, while she cocked her head forward to give them all a surprisingly smooth, seductive wink which made some of them wink back in response either lustfully or jokingly.

Through it all, something ironic happened. With every move she made during this degrading initiation, a little bit of her old self came back. Her confidence in her acting abilities soon began to trickle back into her brain. It wasn't all there as it used to be, not even close, but it was slowly flowing back into her body bit by bit, though she wasn't going to thank these wankers for that. "Not at fucking all," she muttered to herself, while she arched her back to thrust her curved chest out to the hooting crowd. Regardless of this change, it was going to be a long, fuckin' night.