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Feature Writer: Danté
Feature Title: THUNDERDROME DEATH-RIDERS 6
Edited & Extended: Regis
Published: 18.02.2025
Author’s Notes: This is a work of fiction, containing both graphic sexual descriptions and language. If you are a minor or if this is illegal in your area you must leave this page immediately. Under the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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 6
The club’s acquisitions committee had been busy. A team of female rollerblade skaters had been snapped up from a Detroit bar where they had been celebrating their victory over a rival team. The team they had defeated had also been abducted from another bar, and both teams had arrived by sealed bus at the private Chicago arena.
The athletic girls had been drugged for the trip, and swampers had to off-load the sedated young amateur athletes, most in their teens. The two buses full of roller-bladers from Detroit had arrived and the girls had been secured in the “home” dressing room less than an hour before the college girls’ bus had arrived.
The rollerblade skaters were to be the opening act that evening but needed less preparation than did the college girls. They would appear in their roles, wearing their skates and otherwise completely naked, performing a diabolical variation of their favorite sport.
As they slept, one by one they were propped up in a barber’s chair and had their hair done. The girls were injected with a general anaesthetic to ensure the gorgeous young cunts remained asleep while the hairdressers worked on them. They might not like being captive.
The team that had won the competition the night before, all of them large-breasted stocky whites, had their hair dyed black, and done into tight French braids. They also had stage makeup applied, to make them appear more sexy, which was unnecessary but thought advisable.
The team that had lost the roller derby, who were all mahogany-skinned blacks, also stocky and large-breasted, had their hair chemically straightened and bleached blonde, then both sides of their heads were shaved clean, leaving the nigger cunts with flowing golden Mohawk cuts.
At six P.M., as the girls started to awaken, boxes of piping hot pizza arrived for them, along with cases of cold cokes and beer. None of the girls had eaten since the previous evening, and it was important that they not only be alert but have their strength for the upcoming event.
The three women in the quasi-military costumes with the whips were there to greet them when they woke up and used the whips to get them all alert and paying attention. It was unnecessary to kill one of them to make an example, as they all responded well to the explosive sting of the whips on their breasts and vaginas.
Both the white and the black teams were shocked to see what had been done to their hair and were stunned that they were being held captives. The last thing any of them remembered was being given a free round of beer by some friendly stranger. Now their dignity had been disturbed by the shocking change to their hair.
They were also spaced out because these three weird ladies with the savage whips were holding them against their will in a strange dressing room. They were famished and were therefore unable to resist the stacks of hot pizza and cases of cokes and beer. As bad as things were, at least their bellies would be full.
Equally as important as feeding the skaters was having the college girls’ bellies empty. They were not going to need energy, beyond what they had obtained with their breakfast. All of them were fit enough for the event slated for them, and it was important their waists be as narrow as possible to enhance the effect.
It was also important that they not have food to digest so that they would become more aggressive with the drug they would be given an hour before they were to perform. The system was very well designed, and the naked captive performers were no more than pawns in the hands of their kidnappers.
While the rollerblade skaters feasted, the trio of women returned to the visitor’s dressing room and herded the nude college freshman students in their gloves, boots and helmets out into the receiving area. Only the girl who had been so severely whipped was left behind. There was no movement from her, and the others were certain she had been whipped to death.
The two women with the long singing whips drove the gaggle of forty-four naked college girls down the long wide passage, and through a double doorway that brought them onto what seemed to be the stage of a small theater. The lighting was so bright that it was blinding. They had no idea what was going on.
The only elements on the small stage were two pieces of furniture. One of these was an enamelled steel table. The other looked like a gynaecologist’s examination chair. The main difference was bizarre: the chair was sloped, with stirrups to hold the patient’s legs elevated and spread as she was lying back.
It also had a pair of armrests, with straps to restrain the patient’s arms and legs. It was not built for comfort; the entire device was made of stainless steel! Tammie, Wendy and the others were shocked at the cold, clinical, inhuman appearance of the thing.
They knew immediately that they were all going to be required to sit in it. Their shaved cunts were quivering nervously and with good reason. They all understood their naked genitalia would be the focus of attention once they were strapped in. What was going to be done to their cunts?
“Ladies and gentlemen,” a voice on the PA said, “I present to you the fearless Thunderdrome-Riders!” The disembodied voice boomed from the excellent sound system. The abrupt announcement was followed immediately by applause, and the girls realized that there was an audience filling the theater.
They were being watched as they stood there, naked and exposed. These people were disgusting.
“These forty-four lovely ladies may look like a group of pretty nudes at the moment, but we are about to transform them into true cyborgs so that they might become one with their powerful machines.”
The girls looked around for the source of the voice, but there was no sign of him, until a curtain parted, and a man strode out onto the stage, carrying a doctor’s medical bag. He was wearing white pants and a shirt, like a hospital internist. His fly was wide open, and a huge erection stood out of it.
He placed the big bag on the table, and then he wandered among the girls on the stage, staring deep and long into the eyes of each. It appeared he was testing their metal. This was a simple but effective psychological test. When he had looked at each of them, he selected two dozen girls and instructed the remaining twenty to stand at the back of the stage.
One by one, he instructed the girls he had selected to climb onto the stainless-steel examining chair. The two women with the whips enforced his command, and one by one the nude girls, trembling with anxiety, complied. These were freshman college students from good homes and were not used to being treated like livestock.
With their arms and spread legs securely strapped to the device, the man took a strange tool from his bag. It looked like a very large pair of pliers, but one with an exceptional difference: there was a long claw-like hook attached to one prong that fitted neatly into a hole in the other.
With this device, he pierced a hole through the top of each girl’s vulva, just behind the clit. With a second equally imposing tool, he squeezed closed a large steel ring through the hole. Grasping their nipples, he pulled each breast out severely, then attached similar rings through the tender tit-meat behind the nipples.
As he worked, he explained to the audience what he was doing.
“The purpose of these rings is to attach and anchor the girls to their machines, making them no longer human, but mere extensions of the steel muscle, and thus they become rudimentary but true cyborgs. They came to us as bright young college girls. Now they will live or die as part of their machines.”
The audience enjoyed watching the methodical genital piercing as much as the piercing screams produced by the nude girls, both from the horror of what was being done to them, but also from the pain.
The man took no time for anesthetic, but drove the hook and then the rings through their delicate and sensitive genital meat as if he was punching tickets at a stadium. He was working so quickly that it took time for what he said to sink in. These rings were to attach them to some king of the machine!
Wendy was the seventh girl to get into the chair. She trembled with fear as she stepped up onto the seat and was strapped into place. There was no alternative but to comply. It was clear that the women with the whips would flail alive any girl stupid enough to not be fully cooperative.
The searing pain of the vaginal piercing was incredible. She screamed at the top of her lungs as the claw was driven through her meat, to sink into the hole on the other side of the nightmarish pliers. It was even worse as her breasts were savagely pierced and ringed. Wendy was sure she was going to faint.
She was sobbing and shaking when she was released, and she stood, staring at herself and the damage done to the most intimate parts of her body in disbelief. She realized for the first time how truly inhuman her captors were. They had no concern for the pain and humiliation they brought on the girls.
The bizarre women with their whips were enjoying it, as if this was pure entertainment. Wendy thought she was going to vomit, but somehow she managed to keep her nervous stomach under control. It was very warm in the room, but she was shivering uncontrollably.
After twelve girls had been through the ordeal on the chair, those that followed went more quickly, as the remainder had only their cunts pierced. Tammie was number fifteen, and her beautiful firm breasts were spared the deforming piercing and ringing. Having a big heavy ring flopping against her cunt was bad enough.
She was surprised that the man had decided to not pierce the tits of several girls but realized that he might have different plans for some of them. There was no telling what this was all about, and she felt sorry for her friend Wendy, whose clit hood had been pierced, and now the little love bud was standing high, as if at attention. Could it be that Wendy was enjoying this?
The talk of attaching them to machines and steel muscles scared her. She wondered if they were going to get weird and amputate limbs to make them into cyborgs. She remembered seeing reruns of the TV show The Six Million Dollar Man with the artificial legs, and an artificial arm.
These people were so brutal they would probably not hesitate to remove a limb just for the fun of replacing it for their evil intent. That thought scared her more than anything else. She was sure she would die if they cut her. She was proud of her body and had no wish to have it marred.
When all of the girls who had been selected had been pierced, the horrendous chair was tilted back, ready for another operation. The girls who had been pierced blanched, but were relieved when they were herded to the back of the stage. Now it was the turn of the twenty who had yet to get onto the chair.
Tammie and Wendy watched the debasing proceedings with interest, now that it was clear they were not going to be part of the next operation. The twenty girls who had not been pierced all received identical treatment. The chair had been set so they lay rather than sat, with their pelvises tilted up, presenting their cunts to the doctor with the huge erection.
He used a big tool similar to the one that had been used to pierce the others, but again, there was a significant difference. The arms of this new tool were longer, and an open ring with a sharp point on one side was loaded into it. Tied to the ring was fifteen feet of leather thong.
When the ring was in place, the instrument was inserted into the womb of the girl lying strapped to the tilted chair. The instrument was thrust into her full depth, and then the ring was pierced and clamped into the tender meat of her uterus, the exposed pad of flesh at the cervix.
From the incredible screams the girls produced, it was clear to the others that cunt piercing was not nearly so painful or shockingly traumatic as having their gonads pierced deep inside them. These girls were getting a long leather leash attached to their sexual core. This was more humiliating than anything either Tammie or Wendy could have ever dreamed up.
The girls understood that these people were merciless and truly evil. The piercing of their internal sex organs was as painful as it appeared. The girls were gagged as they got onto the steel chair, and while they were being pierced, they strained with incredible energy, lifting their thighs and twisting in the confines of their binding.
Tammie grimaced and covered her eyes as the relentless internal organ piercing continued. The muted screams of the gagged girls revealed their true hysteria. When each was finished she was unstrapped, her gag was removed, and she was made to stand, sobbing in anguish at her fate, along the back of the stage, her new leash dangling to the floor from the parted fold of her vagina.
Their treatment was degrading and was bringing the girls who were forced to endure this deep organ piercing not only pain but also a level of humiliation deeper than they could have guessed to be possible. Even dogs wouldn’t be leashed this way. Their leashes were anchored to their inner reproductive system!
In an operation that lasted less than three minutes, each of these beautiful young ladies was reduced to below the level of a common house pet, with a permanent leash attached to her gonads inside her. Their captors were teaching these fresh young co-eds a new value for women.
They were learning they were, in the view of their captors, so low it was below the girls’ wildest imagining. These were innocent young college girls, who had enjoyed protected lives and had never seen the dark underbelly of society. None of them had ever imagined being leashed by her uterus!
They knew nothing of the degradation given to prostitutes by their pimps, but even prostitutes would be shocked at the preparations of these lovely creatures. Experienced whores would, however, be well aware that there was much more to come, and that this treatment was light compared to what they faced.
THE END OF CHAPTER SIX