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Feature Writer: Danté
Feature Title: THUNDERDROME DEATH-RIDERS 8
Edited & Extended: Regis
Published: 20.02.2025
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 8
The captive girls realized now the full extent of the plans these evil people had for them. They realized there was a good chance they were all going to be killed, and slaughtered just for the entertainment of these unbelievably sadistic people in the stands. The door to the ramp had been bolted shut behind them, and they were now trapped.
They stared, stunned, at the two halves of the violently murdered girl lying spread apart on the broad concrete floor, her gleaming viscera sliding out of both her upper and lower halves. They realized they would all be called upon to go down into that monstrous Thunderdrome to perform.
Now that the horrific example had been set, it appeared the outcome for many of them could be death as terrible as hers. They sobbed in anguish. There was no escape from this incredible living nightmare. They were doomed. There was to be no escape from this horrific place!
The motorcycle ran back up the launching ramp and came to a stop in front of the girls. One man held the bike while two others lifted the woman’s anus off the incredibly bent impaling shaft. The ball on the end emerged from her stretched asshole with a loud “pop”, and then the woman was set on her feet.
She looked with satisfaction at the blood of the dead girl smeared on the front blade-wheel of the motorcycle. Her naked cunt was dripping with sexual arousal. The two girls from small-town Ohio were stunned. Killing the helpless girl had been sexually satisfying for her!
“Not all of you need to die today,” she said as she scanned the rows of beautifully terrified young bitch faces, “All you have to do is give it your best, and you might survive. The best killers will have a chance to walk out of here. There is no other way. It’s kill or be killed, with no other options. I know it won’t be easy for you. It will mean taking out a few of the others, killing them before they kill you, to earn your freedom, but it will all be worthwhile if you can live to tell about it, won’t it!”
The girls stared at her in shocked disbelief. She was asking them to compete to murder each other! They had just witnessed the senseless gory killing of an innocent girl, and now the horrible woman was telling them they had to do the same thing! It was gross! Several of the captive young ladies began to pee from sheer terror.
“That’s the spirit, girls!” said the woman in command, “When you’ve got to get your feelings out, there’s nothing like a liquid expression of fear! It’s down and dirty time, ladies! If you’re really into it, you’ll likely want to take a shit too! Let’s get at it!”
This was shocking beyond belief. The men helped sort the female captives, and Wendy and Tammie were divided. Tammie was lifted high in the air and had her rectum lowered onto one of the shaft seats of the steel-wheeled BMWs. It appeared she was going to have to do what that college girl had just done!
She did not enjoy the benefit of a lubricant, but instead, the forward-bending dry shaft was driven through her dry and impossibly stretched rectum and a foot and a half deep into her colon. She was impaled on it, and there was no way she could lift herself off without help.
A total of twelve of the naked girls were now similarly mounted on these motorcycles. A short chain from the vertical frame of the motorcycle was clipped onto their cunt rings, to ensure they could not move up off the posts to dismount from the classic motorbikes.
Wendy and the other girls who had both their vaginas and breasts pierced got to ride the monsters. They were made to lie on the padded sloped bench between the front and back wheels of one of the low-slung but enormously powerful-looking cut-down Harleys.
Wendy shivered as she lay there, and squealed as her cunt ring was clipped to a ring on the rear fender. With her ass propped high and her legs spread wide over the fat gas tanks, her cunt and anus were fully displayed. In this position, she felt more naked than she was.
Her chin strap rested on the front fender, and she felt jolts of pain as her breasts were pulled down on either side of the platform she lay on, and her nipple rings clipped to rings on the machine’s frame. She was locked in place, now part of the big machine, as they had been told.
Next, she was forced to stick out her tongue. One of the men grabbed the extended female bitching muscle and pulled it out painfully from her mouth. Then he jammed the incredibly stretched tongue down on a curved spike that stood up from the bike’s front fender to anchor her head to the monstrous bike.
The spike drove up painfully through her tongue, bursting out through the top in a spray of blood, impaling her elongated pink mouth organ and holding it severely extended from her open mouth. He pulled the hinged spike forward, and clipped it into place, forcing her eyes to bulge with the pain.
Tammy was now effectively locked to the big machine, lying on top of it and her naked body stretched as the fresh spike in her tongue was holding her chin firmly in place against the bike’s broad front fender. The strain which was suddenly pulling at her pierced cunt, breasts and tongue was incredible.
It felt as if all four points of attachment were so stressed that the rings were in danger of being pulled right out of her flesh. Her tongue felt like it was about to be ripped out. Wendy lay quivering in her nakedness, painfully linked to the powerful machine. She was now one with it, no more than a human attachment.
The engine was running, and she could feel the vibration of the powerful motor beneath her. Her hand was on the throttle, placed there by the man who had lifted and mounted her on it. She felt like an ornament that had some but only limited control of the mechanical monster.
She reached forward and gripped the handles to brace herself, and her ankles came to rest on support posts on the rear wheel’s broad fender. She was now fully attached to the machine, positioned to ride. She could not move her head or torso, although her limbs were free.
She had been locked in place to become one with the steel and leather, a naked rider on the bizarre motorcycle, unable to remove herself from its grip. Wendy could turn her head no more than half an inch in either direction without causing a surge of pain in her tongue.
Her eyes had more mobility, and she could see the other girls being mounted on their machines. As she watched the young ladies, all of her general size and build, being clipped in place on the incredible motorcycles, she realized how well-designed these outrageous machines were.
The naked young women were well displayed on the low tilted pads that thrust their spread buttocks high. They looked very sexy with their long legs spread wide over the broad twin gas tanks that extended back on either side of the rear wheel, their genitalia on full display between their spread legs.
They looked like frogs in the middle of a leap. It was an incredibly revealing and sexy posture. She had forgotten how stimulating the shape of a well-built female’s back could be when properly presented. She realized that these machines had been designed to put the naked female riders in a bizarre action pose.
Even in her pain and anxiety, she saw the bizarrely erotic side of the way she and the other naked captive girls were being sexually exposed. She felt bizarrely erotic, sexually aroused by being so blatantly displayed as a bitch, a cunt, a sub-human creature there for the entertainment of her captors.
Wendy was close enough to the viewing stands to see the grossly obscene gestures of the nude young waitresses, who were striking masculine poses, rotating their pelvises and thrusting their naked cunts as if they were equipped with large penises, and were pumping the air with their fists, profanely masturbating their invisible cocks.
She was both disgusted and excited at their wanton behavior. These young pre-teen girls belonged in the bubble gum set, and instead, they were performing like wanton whores. It was incredible to her that they allowed those muscular boys to move in behind them and rape their bums even as they danced.
She could not believe this kind of outrageous behavior could be from women her age, let alone these obscenely behaving little girls. Worrying about that kept her mind occupied, and away from the horrendously desperate situation in which she now found herself, hooked down on an amazing motorcycle.
She looked at Tammie, standing on the stationary BMW with that thick steel shaft stuck deep into her colon. From her position behind Tammie, she could see her friend’s rectum spread desperately wide to grasp the steel post that invaded her fundament.
Although Tammie was her roommate and best friend ever, she had never before noticed how great her legs were, and had never before seen either her vagina or her now fully exposed and occupied anus. Wendy felt her clit vibrate from a rush of sexual stimulation. Her friend was a very sexy-looking girl.
When all two dozen girls were mounted on their motorcycles, half of the girls with cunt-leashes were mounted onto the anus shafts on the mountain bikes. The ten bikes were equipped with nasty triple-pronged blades that stuck out two feet from either side of the front axle.
The mountain bikes’ axles had been rigged so that the blades would spin when the wheel turned. The other ten naked cunt-leashed girls were given long black hardwood dowels to hold that looked like policemen’s nightsticks, and they were lined up along the front of the ramp.
“Okay, ladies, as I said, it’s show-time!” the lead woman said, “As you might have guessed, It’s kill or be killed in this sport, with no other possibilities, so let’s all get down and dirty!”
Wendy noticed that the lead bitch had not bothered to replace her shorts. The young college woman in charge was an exhibitionist.
“I told you that many of you are going to die out there, and the audience is expecting it. Only the most aggressive girl will survive. Basically, cunts, it comes down to kill or be killed. There are no other options. You will see we have stationed snipers with high-powered rifles around the Thunderdrome, and they have orders to blow away any of you who show any reluctance to kill out there. We’ve broken you into teams, to make your chances better.
“Work together, help each other kill the others and you will improve your chances of making it. If you don’t cooperate in the killing, you will be a certain mark, and make yourself an easily accessible target for a ready kill. Cunt skills are essential, and if you don’t do it to them, they’ll certainly do it to you.”
“We’ve got to kill each other out there?” shouted one of the rollerblade nigger girls, “This is fucking insane!”
“Indeed it is,” agreed the woman, “That’s part of the charm of this sport, isn’t it? There are no rules, so sanity has nothing to do with it. This is entertainment! You’ve all got to keep killing each other until there is only one girl left. Those studded gloves we’ve given you are great for killing, and that’s how we need you to use them.”
She had to shout to be heard over the driving beat of the rock music. The naked girls were all listening intently, and several of them began to piss themselves off as the realization of what she was saying sunk in. Two of them also squatted, and within full view, took a shit.
“Alright, ladies, let’s entertain! Remember to give it your best, or either the other girls will get you or the men with the rifles will take you out!”
The male assistants moved up behind the leash girls who were armed with the clubs and pushed them over the sloped ramp out into the arena. The screaming girls slid into their high-heeled boots, and many of them stumbled. They quickly regained their feet and ran out into the middle of the Thunderdrome.
The quivering cunts were unsure of what they were to do. They looked up and saw the rifles pointed at them. They could spot four marksmen positioned around the Thunderdrome, with their rifles leveled. The girls tentatively swung their batons at each other, striking at bare backs, buttocks and breasts.
Suddenly a voice boomed through the PA system over the rock music. “These ladies are getting into in the spirit of things,” the powerful male voice said, “The stupid bitches are so vicious they are attacking other members of their team! It’s too bad they don’t show more team spirit!”
There was a sudden crack of a rifle and one of the girls leapt high in the air, one of her fat breasts blown open with a powerful bullet. A second slug ripped through one buttock as she flipped in the air, and she crashed to the cement floor and bounced, back on her feet still grasping her club.
The other girls on the Thunderdrome floor screamed at the horror and merciless nature of the vicious rifle attack. The bitch’s breast was ruined, blown open like a roast of raw meat, and her buttock was not much better off. This horror was for real, and they realized their only recourse was to cooperate with the insane demands of them.
They all suddenly attacked each other, swinging their hardwood batons at each other with a vengeance, screaming like branded banshees. With the example of the girl split entirely in half by the motorcycle, and now with the demonstration that the snipers were for real, they were instant converts, willing to at least hurt each other for the chance that they might live through this monstrous nightmare.
At that moment the black rollerblade team was launched into the Thunderdrome, rolling quickly into the battle, each of them armed with a metal-studded glove. They were a bizarre sight, their blonde Mohawk mains flowing in the air behind them as they sped down the slope on their in-line skates, whooping like ferocious warriors.
The girls on foot spun around to face them, and being moved to do greater violence by the frightening wave of the oncoming attack, met the speeding skaters with vicious blows with their batons. Half a dozen of the skaters were promptly knocked off their feet, and many of the girls with the clubs were knocked over.
One of the black skaters took a direct blow to the face with a club, which smashed her nose, fractured a cheekbone, and burst open an eyeball. Another nude girl had a kneecap smashed with a club, and as she fell with her legs spread, she pissed a sparkling arch of golden urine from the pain.
The beautiful young blue-collar women were quickly warming to the heat of the battle, driven by retaliation as they were struck by their opponents. The cunts who were working girls and had been on the rollerblade teams were more aggressive at first, but the college girls soon learned to go for severe injury.
THE END OF CHAPTER EIGHT