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Feature Writer: Danté
Feature Title: THUNDERDROME DEATH-RIDERS 10
Edited & Extended: Regis
Published: 22.02.2025
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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 10
Tammy cruised the upper level of the Thunderdrome, like a hawk, soaring as it sought out its prey. She saw what she was looking for. One of the white rollerblade skaters was down. The hapless bitch had just had her leg broken by two of the nigger leash girls with their clubs, and the vicious naked cunts were hammering her arms and her rib cage.
They were smashing their clubs into the vulnerable bones, with devastating effect. With her bike near the spectators, Tammy could see several men nearby with their penises out, jacking off, and they began to spurt semen into the air in unison at their elevated sexual excitement.
As Tammie turned her bike to dive toward them one of the naked black cunts smashed the downed girl’s face, and then the two attackers looked up, looking for another victim to reduce the odds they would lose. They spotted the killer-bike racing toward them almost at the same time, and both turned to run.
Closing fast, Tammie selected her victim and aimed the steel front wheel of her machine straight at the crack of the nude bitch’s bare buttocks. The wheel ran onto the trailing leash, and the girl pitched forward as the trapped leather leash jolted on the bitch’s ringed uterus.
In an instant, with her target flying forward as if in a dive, the spinning steel wheel hit her, cutting deeply into her naked crotch like a circular saw blade. The wheel rapidly cut into her cunt, and rolled up the fallen girl’s spine, crushing the vertebrae, and as it completed its murderous run, the murderous steel wheel split her skull in two.
Tammie felt the split bitch’s warm blood splashing on her legs as she rode over her, and she felt a rush of power. She could do it! Another girl dived out of her way just an instant too late, and the wheel took off the pretty black rollerblade skater’s left skate, along with the foot strapped into it.
More hot fresh semen was ejaculated into the ring by excited men in the screaming audience. The naked performers were fucking each other up good, and the liquid expression of appreciation was appreciated by at least one performer. The cunt killer on the bike was for the moment feeling like a winner.
Tammie felt a rush of power as she raced up the wall of the bowl, and with an impulse, ran her front wheel into the back tire of a bike above her. She flinched as she saw the rider skid her bike into the long wall spikes, which impaled her so that she hung, her anus still gripping the steel seat shaft of the BMW.
Tammie saw a girl on a BMW take a desperate run at one of the jumps. When the bike was in the air, Tammie knew the girl was too upright on the bar up her ass, and would have trouble on the landing. As she guessed, the girl came down hard, bending her knees and sitting far too deep on the post.
The hard landing drove the steel shaft through her colon and deep into the tight pack of her guts and organs. Completely out of control, her bike slammed through three other girls before it raced up the side of the bowl and crashed directly into the spiked wall, beautifully impaling the rider on the vicious spikes.
Although she was sickened at the sight, Tammie knew she could take the jump successfully, and made a run at it. She saw one of the cyclists moving into line with her landing, and she adjusted her course to take out the unwary girl. It was kill or be killed in this sport, and she had no intentions of being on the low side of that simplistic equation.
Her only reality at this moment was one of desperate survival, possible only if she became a ruthless killer.
There was no time for even a tinge of horror. She cursed the cunt chain that kept her from getting any higher on the bike but leaned far forward from the waist as she hit the ramp to move the center of gravity forward. The bike was thrust up hard then was launched four feet above the floor and still rising.
The spinning steel wheel caught the bicycle rider in the chest between her big tits, crushing her sternum, and cut it down through her belly as she was thrown backwards, split like a fresh shrimp. Tammie had to fight to keep control of the bike as it hit the ground with the girl and the mountain bike beneath her.
She revved the engine, and with the front wheel lifted and the rear wheel spinning, the motorbike leapt forward out of the mess it had made, with blood spraying from the rear tyre. She felt a surge of her power as she felt the increased vibration of the shaft in her colon. She was mastering this bike, and joined to it, had become a formidable cunt-killing machine.
666
A new, frightening sound broke through the combined roar of the BMWs, the raw-throated screaming of the hysterical participants, and the raucous music. It was a deep, powerful bark that smoothed to an assertive roar. It was the sound of the big cut-down Harleys being started. The ultimate killing machines were about to be released into the melee.
These were the major stars of the show, machines fitted with nude young women to guide them until the club’s senior players chose to take total control. The bloody battle of college girls and industrial workers who made up the teams at war was about to take on a frightening new dimension.
Wendy could not believe the sheer power of the motor rumbling and vibrating so close beneath her belly. She also felt the vibration through her pierced tongue, breasts and vagina, and she sent a golden stream of steaming urine jetting over the back fender of her bike. ‘Piss on them,’ she thought.
She had watched in disbelief the incredible and unbelievably rapid transformation of innocent naked young women into willing violent killers. She had watched the excited spectators in the audience shamelessly masturbating as they saw the incredible carnage they had come to enjoy.
She could see the young nude male and female entertainers, the girls just children, performing their obscene sex acts to stimulate their owners. It was unworldly. As she lay on her belly, she wondered how well she would be able to control her incredibly cut-down bike while lying flat like this.
She guessed that the high point, her buttocks raised in that obscene posture, was no more than two and a half feet off the ground. Would she have the nerve to run over another girl? To kill her? Could she take a ramp, and survive the landing? She knew she was soon to find out.
The dozen big Harleys were lined up in three rows four across. Wendy’s bike was in the third row, so she would be one of the last released into the Thunderdrome. She hoped that would improve her chances of survival, and reduce the number of naked young girls she would have to kill.
She wondered how she would know when the event was over. She revved the engine to get the feel of the controls, and as the power surged, she realized there was little chance she would live to find out. She had just touched the throttle, and the vehicle had jerked, straining to be released.
She had never felt such sheer power before. How in the world did they expect her to control it? The first wave of Harleys roared to life as they were released down the launching ramp. Those below who were still capable of moving scattered as the four big bikes descended into the center of the Thunderdrome.
Three of them roared across the flat bottom of the bowl and up the other side. The fourth struck the edge of a barricade and exploded in a monstrous ball of flame. The blast was deafening, and the flash of heat burned the flesh of any girls too close to the explosion.
Wendy screamed through her extended tongue as she saw the burning bike skid to a stop on its side, with the gas-soaked flesh of the still-living rider aflame. One of the three that ran up the far side did not turn quickly enough, and the arm, hip and side of the rider were deeply gouged by the vicious wall spikes, although somehow the girl kept her powerful mount under control.
The three big bikes roared around the end bank of the oval, then swooped down on an angle across the middle, looped high on the bank at the other end, and each established a figure-eight pattern. Their turns were at different heights so that they were soon spread out.
As they crossed the floor of the arena two of them hit others. One struck a mountain bike broadside, breaking the rider’s back as it threw her and her bicycle high in the air. The gorgeous young nude rider landed on her head, snapping her neck and crushing her skull.
The killed cunt lay on her back, her long beautiful limbs akimbo, displaying her genitalia as her carcass jerked and spasmed in death. Wendy realized it was, for them, a highly erotic thing to witness. From the audience’s point of view, this was creative art, a work to be admired.
The other big bike hit the steel front wheel of a BMW, knocking the smaller bike flat, and smashing the rider to the ground with such force that she bounced. The crack of her skull against the cement could be heard above the wild cacophony that filled the arena.
Great gobs of fresh semen spurted from the penises of men in the audience, and the women came in their way, rubbing their clits raw with their sexual passion for extreme violence. This was what they had come to see, and it was proving to be highly entertaining for them.
The nude Harley rider inadvertently hit the turbo switch, and the big bike roared up the other side of the huge bowl, smashing the young woman she had knocked from her BMW into the impaling spikes. The dead girl’s bike exploded, and her freshly skewered meat cooked to a crisp to the cheers of the spectators.
The steel wheel of the bike it had struck had ripped through the front tyre of the Harley, and the rubber quickly shredded, so that the powerful bike was running on its rim. The rider slacked off on the throttle, so the controller high above her took over and immediately gunned the engine.
The bike ran high on the bank, then swung around and dropped quickly into the bowl. The controller caused the big bike to broadside a BMW, then run up a jump, with the BMW stuck on the front fender. Both the turbo and the nitrous oxide were kicked in, and the acceleration on the ramp was fantastic.
The locked bikes flipped in the air and landed at high speed with the two riders pinned beneath them. The combination of bikes and riders skidded through sprawled carcasses and living girls, then exploded in a burst that hurled large bloody chunks of bitch meat across the arena.
The second wave of big Harleys was released, and one of them collided head-on with one from the first wave. One of the cut-down bikes flipped, and skidded across the concrete on its back, leaving a trail of blood as the nude rider’s head, shoulders and buttocks were worn down with the weight and friction.
The other bike smashed through a pair of rollerblade skaters who were locked in battle, punching each other’s tits and faces viciously with their metal studded fists. The big bike then struck a girl on a mountain bike, then skidded on its side, spewing a trail of gasoline that was ignited by sparks from the skid.
The monster bike and its screaming naked rider burned with crackling flames for several seconds before the other tank exploded, blowing the burning girl right off her tongue and vagina tethers. With her luck entirely expended, she fell in front of a speeding BMW bike, and its metal front wheel cut her cleanly through, dividing her in two at the waist.
Much more quickly than she expected, the third wave of Harleys was released, and Wendy found herself being propelled rapidly down the launch ramp. The breeze generated by her movement cooled the beaded sweat that had formed down her back and into the crack of her spread buttocks.
She saw that this cunt-killing sport had turned into a deadly demolition derby, and this was the kind of event she knew well. She had even driven in one organized by the students at the college and knew she could handle herself well. The immense difference was that now the object was not only to demolish but also to kill.
Even though this was much more serious than the event she had driven in, she knew that now that she was between a rock and a hard place, she had to be capable of killing these girls. Her life depended on it. She didn’t even know most of them, they were all going to try to kill her, so she had every right to get them first.
Even though the odds were she was going to be killed, Wendy determined to take out as many other cunts as possible before her number came up. She had kept her eyes on Tammie, knowing that the worst thing that could happen would be that she killed her best friend ever.
It was very difficult to keep track of her friend because all of the girls looked the same in those leather helmets mounted on those bikes. What helped was that Tammie’s hair was a very light golden blonde, and being the only blonde, that was her only distinguishing feature.
With her head held down on the back part of the front fender of the Harley and her tongue impaled on the horrendous spike at the front, Wendy wondered if her friend could even recognize her. The raised spread asses and shaved cunts and assholes of the Harley girls had to look a lot alike.
Tammie had never seen Wendy’s genitals so outrageously displayed, and surely could not recognize her by them. More than half of the girls mounted so obscenely on the Harleys had strawberry blonde hair like her own, so it would be difficult for her to be spotted zooming around this incredible Thunderdrome.
THE END OF CHAPTER TEN