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Feature Writer: Danté
Feature Title: THUNDERDROME DEATH-RIDERS 9
Edited & Extended: Regis
Published: 21.02.2025
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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 9
Self-defence was soon overtaken by feelings of rampant anger and outright aggression. These girls were bright and quickly grasped the reality that killing was the only way they were going to survive this murderous mayhem. The skaters used their rollerblade speed to their advantage but had to contend with the greater range of the clubs.
The next team released into the Thunderdrome was the cunt-leashed girls mounted on the eighteen speed mountain bikes. They screamed like banshees as they were pushed onto the ramp, and they raced down the steep slope of the bowl, knowing their only chance for survival was to take out the girls on foot and skates with the flashing spinning blades on their front axles.
One of the skaters made a quick move, so that the whirling blades narrowly missed her legs, then she quickly moved behind the bike as it flew by, and then quickly stomped on the leather leash that dragged behind the bike rider. She had quickly realized the way to effectively bring the bike bitch down.
The result of her move was spectacular. The leash jerked tight, the bike flipped into the air, and the bent post jerked out of the rider’s anus. The blades on the flying bike slashed the face and big tits of one of the black skaters, ripping deep into the light red meat under her dark skin.
The slashed black cunt fell, screaming at the top of her lungs, and the bicycle fell on top of her. The event had just started, with the major killing machines yet to be engaged, and already these captive girls were performing well beyond the expectations of their captors. The program was working perfectly.
The black skater who had stopped the rider pounced onto the fallen college girl and began driving her metal-studded gloved fist into the bitch, pounding her big breasts and her face with all the violence she could muster. This was payback time for a lifetime of oppressive racism.
She screamed in both horror and rage as she violently slammed the large metal-studded weapon on her fist repeatedly into the screaming white face, and the ugly weapon did its job as it was designed to do. Blood and flesh were quickly gushing as the face was ruined, ripped and gouged by the sharp studs.
Suddenly a bike rushed by, ripping open the kneeling black girl’s side. She screamed, sat bolt upright, and suddenly a baton smashed into the back of her head with such force that it knocked off her leather helmet and crushed the back of her skull. One of the lovely young white college girls had committed the first intentional kill of the afternoon.
The innocent young cheerleader had with one violent blow become a killer cunt. The number of brutal bitch kills in the bizarre arena rapidly began to mount. One of the bicycle riders riding by took a skater’s studded glove to the belly, and she collapsed.
The naked comely cunt was still impaled up the ass with the seat post, and as she hit the ground a spike-heeled boot from another cunt-leash girl kicked out one of her eyes, then the heel drove was lifted and kicked again, this time going in through her ear, impaling her brain.
A mountain bike rode past the killer as she stood with her boot stuck in the downed girl’s skull, and she fell forward onto her big tits as her leg was severely slashed. She dropped her baton as she fell, and one of the nigger skaters snatched it up, ready to use the lethal weapon.
She drove the thirty-inch long baton with all her strength into the fallen girl’s cunt, thrusting the hardwood weapon so deep that only six inches of the handle stuck out of the impaled cunt. The other end had driven right through the fallen bitch’s uterus and internal organs, and the end pressed against her pounding heart.
The team of white rollerblade skaters were released into the area of death next, but these working girls were less inclined than their black opponents to fight. That made them fair game for the marksmen with the rifles, who were there to encourage active and eager participation in the mayhem.
Four shots rang out within half a second from the marksmen, all aimed at the same naked female target. It was one of the girls who was evading pursuit. This was a well-coordinated attack. She was hit by two of the highly destructive bullets in each knee, neatly amputating her lower legs.
She immediately fell onto her back, skidding on her bare ass, her big eyes bulging as she saw the long kicking blood-spurting stumps where a moment ago her gorgeous legs had been. The others quickly got the shocking message and got into a fight with surprising vigor.
As the number of participants increased on the floor of the huge Thunderdrome, the area of action expanded. The girls on foot ran after and away from the speedy skaters, and the girls on the bicycles with the spinning blades gave chase, taking advantage of the sloped walls to gain speed.
Tits, butts, heads and limbs were all fair game, and the blows were now all intended not just to hurt but to terminate the opposition. The naked ladies on rollerskates had not yet grasped that the opposition included everyone. Even though they were in similarly outfitted groups, they were now on their own, with no allies.
One of the white skaters got herself trapped between four of the cunt-leash girls, and the unfortunate bitch was beaten to death with the brutal hardwood clubs before assistance could arrive. Her tits were battered so violently that the flesh split, and strands of fatty tit meat dangled out.
Several of her ribs were cracked, and jagged edges of white bone stuck out through the bloody rips in her side. These were classic compound wounds, with fractured bones on display. Her cunt was severely battered, and then as others cooperated in her kill, her skull was caved in with a dozen repeated blows.
Other girls converged on the violent killing scene, and soon more of the naked young women became battered carcasses. The only rationalization the hysterical girls could make for the killings was that each dead girl was one more that could not kill her. This was a desperate situation and called for desperate rationalization to survive.
It was, as the woman in charge had told them, kill or be killed. The weak died, and none of the girls wanted to appear weak. This was the basest of all base behaviors, and was meaningless except to their captors, who were in total control. The nude girls stuck out at each other with amazing energy, performing like seasoned professional pit fighters out of frantic necessity.
Suddenly the air was filled with a frightening new sound. Over the high energy pulse of the heavy metal rock music came the roar of motorcycle engines starting. The men were kick-starting the BMW bikes with the deadly steel front wheels they had seen split a naked woman in half at the waist.
The battling girls stopped their frenzied fighting to look up and see the new more deadly threat that was about to descend upon them. One of the black rollerblade skaters took the opportunity of distraction to bring down the girl nearest her, who fell hard onto her belly and tits.
The black girl pounced. She drove her tightly bent knee into the white girl’s upper spine between the shoulder blades, using her full weight on the knee to pin the bitch to the cement floor, bulging the big white tits severely. The nude nigger bitch had complete control of the naked white girl’s body.
She grabbed the pinned girl’s hair to hold her head up, and drove her metal studded fist into the back of the white college girl’s skull at the nape of her neck, making a vegetable of her. The blow to the top of the spine caused the most incredible spasm, and the bitch’s body kicked and leapt in a single bound, almost tossing off the black girl who had struck her.
Up on the launch pad, Tammie felt a surge of fear as her bike was wheeled toward the launching ramp. The bikes, all with motors running, were lined up in pairs, and she was in the third row. She was just getting used to the thick post thrust deep into her colon, but it was a whole new feeling when the bike was moved.
Now that the motor had been started, there was a constant vibration of the shaft inside her, and it made her feel more than ever that she had to shit it out, which was impossible as long as it was in so deep, and she was standing on the bike, with her cunt ring chained to the frame.
When all of the bikes were lined up, the first two were pushed down the ramp. The screaming riders had little experience with motorcycles, and they quickly got too close to each other. The second pair were on their way when the first two brushed against each other, and one of the riders fell.
The second pair managed to veer around the fallen bike and rider when without warning Tammie felt herself being launched into the huge pit. She could not believe the rapid acceleration as the motor roared when she twisted the throttle, and gravity pulled her and the bike downward.
The steel wheel in front did not handle like a rubber tyre. Sparks flew, and the handlebars felt rigid, vibrating right up to her shoulders. She stood as high as she could on the bike, but the vibration of the steel shaft inside her was terrible. Suddenly she was much too close to the fallen biker.
She leaned to the right as far as she could, but she was too late. She grimaced and fought to hold control as the steel front wheel of her bike passed over the neck of the screaming girl, cleanly severing her head. Tammie looked back in horror and saw the decapitated nude female body jerk.
The fresh neck stump spewed triple jets of crimson blood. The detached head rolled down the bank after her. There were too many bikes, pedestrians and obstacles in this decadent Thunderdrome. The whole thing looked like a series of fatal accidents waiting to happen.
This was not proving to be a good day for the girls, but the audience was having a ball, screaming encouragement to the desperate women in the arena. Tammie was stunned at the horror she was forced to endure. She had just accidentally killed a girl who lived in her dorm.
Tammie was shaking uncontrollably. Her body was not taking this well, but she was somehow keeping her head under control. This whole Thunderdrome nightmare was sickening, but she knew there was much worse ahead for her, and she was going to have to endure it to survive.
She knew there was little chance she would be alive to see the end of this bizarrely violent sex show, but she had a strong will to live which kept her hopes alive. She knew deep down that she would do anything she had to to survive the horrors of this incredible odyssey.
She gunned the engine, and the motorcycle responded with a burst of speed. Tammie had learned to ride her boyfriend’s motorbike when she was sixteen and was surprised that it was not coming back to her. Standing on a vibrating post that ran up inside her was not exactly like sitting on a padded seat, but she was able to manage.
She swooped up near the top of the wall, then swung around and ran down through a pack of runners, skaters and cyclists. She cut behind one of the cunt-leashed runners and ran over the trailing leash. She felt the jerk as the leather thong came tight. The girl flipped in the air screaming, and Tammie turned in time to see her hit the concrete.
She had bumped her head hard on the concrete, and her arms and breasts were scraped, but as she struggled back to her feet it was clear that the real hurt was inside. Tammie realized that the jolt to her inner sex organs must have been tremendous, and as painful as anything could be for a woman.
She also realized that she didn’t particularly care because as she had approached the girl had half-turned, and had swung her baton at her. She gunned the engine, and roared up the side of the bowl, following another biker that had cut in front of her. It looked like the girl on the other bike was avoiding the action.
As the other bike approached the apex of her turn, the rider was suddenly hit in the shoulder by a bullet. The stunned girl twisted with the spectacular blow and lost control of her bike. Tammie watched in amazement as the bike tripped, and the nude rider flew forward, ripping the metal ring out of her pubic mound.
There was an audible “pop” of the ball emerging from her rectum as she soared in a spread-eagle position off the bike’s steel seat post and was impaled on several of the long horizontal spikes that lined the wall of the Thunderdrome. In less than three seconds the beautiful young co-ed had been repeatedly impaled on the spikes, and turned into a piece of dead meat.
Tammie pissed uncontrollably onto her bike as she came to the top of her arc. The wide eyes of the girl she had killed stared, frozen in blank horror as Tammie rode by her. The end of one of the steel spikes stood erotically out of her gaping mouth like a bloodied pointed tongue.
Her wrecked bike slid down the steep slope of the bowl, the engine still revved up, as the naked carcass of the naked girl hung, spread and displayed where it had landed on the spikes.
Tammie almost barfed when a spotlight caught the impaled girl, wedged amid her flight on the impaling spikes which had driven right through her. This was more than a simple warning. The bitch had been killed because she had not aggressively tried to kill one of the others.
Tammie realized that it was time to see if she had what it took. She would have to if she expected to live. Was she going to be able to intentionally kill another girl? This looked like a no-win situation. She knew now that her survival depended on it, and her time was quickly running out.
THE END OF CHAPTER NINE