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Feature Writer: Danté
Feature Title: THUNDERDROME DEATH-RIDERS 5
Edited & Extended: Regis
Published: 17.02.2025
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Synopsis: Two young college freshmen are invited to take a bus to a free weekend party of what is likely to be all sex and drugs. Instead, the entire busload becomes the guests of a group of wealthy sportsmen who have devised an incredible new sport featuring naked young ladies strapped to incredible machines, originally Harleys, on which they have limited control, that are designed for mayhem and death. The intent is that the naked young ladies be involved in limb-severing, at the very least, accidents. Things get interesting and dangerous for them quickly.
Thunderdrome Death-Riders 5
When the cars and helicopter returned to the seclusion provided by the small hill beside the highway, the naked blonde was bright glowing pink in the shadow areas beneath her chin and her armpits, and approaching lobster red over most of her body. This was not a tan, but a definite sunburn.
She had been struggling the whole time the men had been away, and in doing so had turned herself enough to be evenly cooked by the searing sun. She had moved only a few yards, unable to pull the rock-weighted bags further. They weighed nearly two hundred pounds, and the nude hobbled beauty had limited success in dragging the laden suitcases over the scorching sand.
The men un-cuffed her and opened the suitcases. After removing the rocks, they found one of the bags contained radical sex toys, thigh-high black leather boots with spiked heels, and a chain costume that likely sadists would use, one that covered nothing, but that accentuated the wearer’s nakedness.
These showgirl cunts the men had captured were into more than simple show business. They were more than strippers, and from the looks of the contents of the suitcases, were likely into some kind of sadomasochism their captors would find entertaining, to say the least.
They put the chain harness and boots on her, inserted a studded dildo into her cunt, to remind her she was their property, and then laid her on the second big converted Harley. She looked incredible, and they were pleased with their work. When he found out she was seventeen, one of the men painted a one on her left buttock and a seven on her other.
The white paint stood out well against the red of her sunburned meat. The numbers could be easily read from a distance behind her. He also painted the number 17 on the exposed sides of her bulging breasts, pressed severely out to the side as they bore the weight of her upper body.
During their absence, the men had moved the remote high-speed camera to a new location beside a long straight stretch of highway. Now the helicopter took off, and the men watched patiently as it climbed and moved off to the north. Several moments later it radioed in, and the waiting men promptly went into action.
The same man who had got the earlier bike going started this big cycle and rode it straddling the naked blonde girl in the chains and boots cuffed onto it. When he reached the highway he gave over control of the bike to her, and she too quickly mastered it, out of absolute necessity.
He set her going on her way as he had the redhead, then dismounted and got into the Cadillac. He took over the remote control of the bike’s throttle, accelerating the big nude-bearing machine more rapidly than he had with the redhead, as there was more urgency to get to the selected site on time.
Timing was everything, because of the placement of the high-speed camera. The helicopter swooped low, running only ten feet above the heat-gleaming pavement straight toward the big truck carrying high octane jet aircraft fuel. This was the super high-test stuff used in Navy fighters.
With the helicopter being a nuisance, the truck was forced to slow, and then the chopper circled and landed in the middle of the highway, forcing the driver to do an emergency stop. The big rig lost its back end, and fishtailed across the highway, exactly as they intended it to do.
One of the passengers on the chopper got out, walked over to the angry driver, drew a 38 semiautomatic, and pumped five bullets into the man’s belly and another through his head. Having disposed of the driver, the man moved beneath the big 26-wheel tanker that straddled the highway and opened the cocks on two of the containment sections.
He got quickly out of the way to avoid being soaked in the highly flammable liquid, which rapidly spread over the road beneath the tanker, making it incredibly dangerous. He ran four hundred yards south along the highway to join another two men who had come out of the helicopter.
They pulled sections of a big ramp they had deposited in the ditch the day before and set it up in the middle of the highway, attaching the sections and spiking it solidly to the pavement. When they were satisfied with their work, they got back aboard the chopper and it took off.
The driver of the big tour bus had lots of time to see the big tanker blocking the roadway, and she pulled to a stop fifty feet from it. She saw the driver lying on the road, and the liquid gushing from the cocks on the belly of the big tanker trailer. She leapt off the bus, telling everyone to stay where they were, and ran to shut off the fuel cocks.
The passengers were too curious to remain on the bus, and they climbed off to see what the vivacious young driver and tour director was going to do. She was too preoccupied with her act of bravery to see the ramp beyond the rig or to hear the strange cycle with its remarkable rider being chased at high speed by two cars until it was within a quarter mile of her.
When she looked up it was too late. The incredible machine was roaring toward her at more than one hundred and fifty miles per hour. It hit the solidly built ramp and leapt high in the air. The bus driver realized that part of the sound she heard was the shrill high-pitched scream of the big bike’s rider.
The front wheel of the bike rose too high, thanks to the pitch of the ramp. The back of the bike moved in underneath it, and the large vehicle flipped around so the nude passenger in her boots and chain flew head down and backwards as she and her machine struck the pavement.
The bike had twisted as it dropped, and the nude blonde with the bright red sunburn went down on her right side, immediately severing her right arm at the shoulder. The big bike skidded along the pavement at high speed, leaving a trail of blood as the rider’s right breast, side, hip and leg were worn to the bone.
Even her bones were being shaved by the pavement sliding by. The bike’s metal was also being ground as it skidded, and the right tank quickly ruptured. The fuel ignited immediately from the sparks, and the big bike, skidding rapidly toward the tanker, took on the appearance of a flaming rocket.
In what seemed an eternity, it finally skidded under the polished stainless steel of the big tanker. By this time more than 2,000 gallons of high-test jet fuel had spread on the ground. It ignited with such intensity that it instantly cooked the startled young female bus driver to the bone.
The incredible flash burned off the clothing on the front side of the people standing by the bus and deeply seared their flesh. The shock wave that immediately followed blew them over backwards, all of them aflame. Four of the burning passengers were knocked under the bus, and within thirty seconds the bus’s tanks filled with light diesel fuel ignited from a tiny leak, triggering further spectacular explosions.
The experiment had proven the quality and capabilities of the incredible new two-wheeled killing machines. The havoc created in the two-afternoon events had taken fifty-six lives, and none was wasted, thanks to the well-placed cameras, that provided excellent and entertaining video of the events.
The specially created equipment and the concept appeared to be sound. The next big test would be in their purpose-designed arena. Then they would see if large groups of innocent young women could be coerced into killing each other on these murderous bikes.
666
The dressing room door was firmly closed and locked when the last of the college girls had left the bus. Tammie noticed that the forty-five girls in the room were nearly identical in height and build. The odds of that happening, she guessed, had to be one in several thousand.
The girls heard the bus they had arrived in start and leave, and they were getting quite nervous about what was happening. Three walls of the room were lined with lockers, and in front of the lockers were standard single-plank locker room benches. The girls were babbling in speculation about what was going on when a door opened at the far end of the dressing room and three shockingly dressed women entered.
The college girls were startled at the sight of the three women’s outrageous outfits. They were in light and dark grey costumes that were, to the college girls, absolutely bizarre. One of the women wore a military hat, blouse, shorts, long black gloves and black spike-heeled boots.
On her belt was a pistol and a knife. She stood with her hands on her hips, with her legs apart, and Tammie noticed how deeply the seam of her shorts cut into the mound of her vulva. Her blouse was tucked into her shorts and unbuttoned to the belt, revealing an impressive cleavage and a tight tummy. She was clearly the one in command.
The other two wore similar outfits, but their boots had only three-inch heels, and although they had no weapons on their belts, they both carried curled whips. The room came to a hush as the girls took in the strange sight. Suddenly the lead woman signaled with her hand, and the other two uncoiled their whips. The co-eds were startled and moved back.
“There’s a locker for each of you,” she said, “You can store your bags and clothing in them. You’ll need to get completely disrobed. You’ll find a costume in the locker that should be a good fit, as you’re all the same size.”
Wendy took an aggressive stand.
“There aren’t any locks on these lockers. Our things won’t be safe,” she said.
In answer, one of the long whips snaked out, and the tip struck her across the breasts. Even with the fabric of her sweater and bra as a buffer, the hard surprise blow stung.
She could not imagine the pain she would have felt had the vicious whip struck the bare flesh of her breasts. She screamed, and all of the girls promptly moved to the lockers. Wendy took the one beside Tammie’s, and she was surprised to see what lay inside it.
Each locker contained a pair of brightly polished brown spike-heeled boots that came up nearly to the knee, a pair of similar leather gloves, and a strange helmet, made of curls of leather tubes strung together, like course braids, with a protective pad on the chin strap.
One of the cheerleaders, who was wearing her miniskirt and loose sweater outfit, took off her shoes and socks, then started to put on the boots. The other whip lashed out at her, coming up under her buttocks with a smack that rang through the dressing room. This whole situation was getting serious.
“Get naked first, bitch.” said the leader.
“But there aren’t any panties or bras in here!” protested another girl.
Before she finished speaking, a whip slashed her across the face, splitting her lip.
“Are there any other comments?” the leader asked, “Speak up now, girls, so we can identify any of you young ladies who will require further discipline! Perhaps whipping you on your bare cunts would be more persuasive!”
The girls stripped silently, neatly folding their clothing and stacking things neatly before piling them on the shelf inside the locker.
They were reluctant to remove their underwear, but the memory of the highly skilled women with the whips convinced them to comply with the leader’s demand. Soon all of them wore boots, gloves and strange leather helmets. And nothing else. They were in every other respect naked, their large bulbous tits and cunts, most with pubic curls, on full display.
The leader set out some small electric razors along the benches. She instructed the girls to shave their groins. The girls were shocked.
“You can leave a small patch above your pubic mound, but I want to see your armpits, your crotches and your ass-cracks completely clean and smooth.”
A few of the girls moved to the bench and sat down. The others looked with disgust at the leader. The woman showed her control by raising a hand and pointing at one of the reluctant girls. Both whips in the hands of her assistants assailed the co-ed’s naked flesh, knocking her off her feet with their powerful blows.
She writhed on the floor, stunned, and the whipping continued, snapping sharply and painfully against the exposed meat of her breasts and cunt. The women with the whips were making an example of the girl who’s breasts were smaller than any those of the other girls.
They were hurting her severely and spared no part of her body. The violent blows to her neatly trimmed cunt and exposed anus from the merciless whips were so vicious that her pubic mound swelled, flaring her vulva beautifully, so that it flared wide open, revealing its inner meat.
Still, the fast-paced and violent whipping of the girl continued, until at last tiny drops of blood surfaced along the angry welts that covered her entire body. She had collapsed under the merciless assault, and they were whipping her viciously as she writhed in agony on the floor.
This was incredibly harsh treatment, and the other girls were all screaming at the brutality of the attack on the defenseless girl. When at last the leader signalled the women with the whips to pause, the naked girl was breathing heavily but was not otherwise moving.
Tammie believed the teen was unconscious from the inhuman whipping she had just endured. The others could not believe people could be so cruel to a naked girl. They had just signed up for a football game and partying, not this kind of outrageous, inhuman treatment.
“Do you think she has taken everything she can?” the leader asked the girls.
Clearly, the question was rhetorical, and just as clearly, the girl had taken as much as she could endure.
“We can give her more if you believe more would be necessary to get the cunt to cooperate.”
“NO!” the girls screamed in unison when the woman signalled the resumption of the whipping.
The ladies with the whips ignored the response.
“Get up, bitch!” one of them shouted.
It was clear she could not. They immediately resumed landing repeated incredibly damaging blows to the naked body.
They kept it up until she went limp. There was no sign of her breathing, and the girls were certain the monsters had whipped her to death. The group of shocked naked co-eds quickly jumped onto the benches, spread their legs, took up the little electric razors and began shaving their naked cunts.
The beautiful young women, all freshmen in their teens, were sobbing as they did the degrading task. The leader and her two assistants walked along the line of groin-shaving girls, inspecting the progress of the body hair trimming. They made the girls spread their buttocks to show there was no remaining anus hair.
Some of the girls, ranging in age from seventeen to nineteen, had little to do in the area of special grooming, as they kept their armpits and crotches neatly trimmed for revealing bikinis. Most of them had little body hair between their buttocks, but others had significant growth there.
Those with hairy cracks had to raise their legs high and roll back on the bench to get the razor into the seam to shave around their rectums. When the humiliating operation was complete, all of the college girls were all as slick as babies, except for a signature puff of pubic hair a few had left above their pretty and now fully displayed cunts.
They had also learned an important lesson. When the leader told them to do something they did not want to do, they were all now ready to eagerly comply. They were not aware of the purpose of their abduction, nor the reason for their naked costuming, but they were quickly learning to become compliant because immediate obedience appeared to be necessary for survival.
THE END OF CHAPTER FIVE