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Feature Writer: Danté
Feature Title: THUNDERDROME DEATH-RIDERS 13
Edited & Extended: Regis
Published: 25.02.2025
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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 13
There was nothing to be gained by delaying, and the danger was that if they were slow to kill, the snipers might start shooting again, and who knew what that would bring? If the gunmen took out one, they would just as likely shoot them both. It would be best just to get it over with.
Tammie was soon again high on the side of the Thunderdrome and saw that Wendy was speeding around the outer rim, making herself impossible to catch. A head-on collision was the only apparent solution, and Tammie knew she was not going to do anything so stupid.
She swung down into the lower center of the bowl, hoping to lure Wendy down so that she could take advantage of her superior manoeuvrability. She darted around between jumps, barriers and the strewn corpses of the many girls who had already died in the horrendous battle, and several destroyed bikes.
A few of the naked cunts had somehow not yet died and were writhing in incredible pain and agony. Tammy was easy to follow, forced to stand tall on the bike with the stout steel shaft driven up her ass. Throughout her entire time in the huge pit, she had been deeply ass fucking herself with it.
Wendy kept her eye on her, and when she thought she saw an opening she swooped down again. At the last moment, Tammie veered her bike, and the big Harley shot past. It looked like she was just playing a delaying game, and suddenly a bullet zipped through her left tit.
The impact was horrendous, and the tit kicked crazily as it was struck, but the hole was clean. The men had switched from the dumdums that blew apart inside the flesh. This had to be a steel-cased bullet, it went through the big mammary so cleanly. It served its purpose, and she responded.
It had been a warning to her that the snipers were still around and on her case. Her only option open was to aggressively kill. Once more Wendy was roaring around the perimeter of the huge bowl, high on the bank, looking for her opportunity. Tammie ran up the bank to the wall when Wendy was at the far end, but was down where there was protection again quickly. Wendy swung down through the center again, but Tammie was up the other side when she got there.
When she came up the far wall, Tammie also stayed up, heading toward the far end. Wendy gunned the bike, deciding to slam the BMW into the end wall. Her low-slung bike raced at the slower BMW, closing quickly. Tammie looked back with a look of panic, trying desperately to make eye contact with her friend. She was successful and held Wendy’s glance until she was almost on her.
At the last instant, she swung upward toward the spiked wall. Wendy reacted, but suddenly she was on the ice, sliding sideways out of control at nearly one hundred miles per hour. The trick had worked. She had managed to distract Wendy’s attention from the slick ice until it was too late.
When the Harley skidded off the ice onto the concrete, the flying sparks broadcast the wear on the thin-walled gas tank, and within a second the big bike burst into flame, then exploded, tearing Wendy in half at the waist. Her separated halves tumbled through the air independently, ripped free of the rings that had held her flesh to the big bike.
Tammie nearly hit the spiked wall as she saw the two halves of the friend she had killed hit the spikes, to hang, impaled, and on display. Tammie’s scream of despair rang through the huge arena, and her bike, barely in control, hit the flaming chassis of Wendy’s Harley.
The BMW had lost so much speed through the twisting and turning that it tumbled, landed on its side, and slid slowly downward, with Tammie screaming as she was dragged down with it, still impaled through the ass and clipped by her cunt to the vehicle’s steel frame.
One of her legs was pinned beneath the bike, but the other was free. She kicked and squirmed, trying desperately to free herself. That was when she discovered she was not alone. One of the cunt-leash girls, badly wounded but still ambulatory, limped over to her and raised her club high in the air.
Tammie recognized the girl as one of the college cheerleaders she had been at a party with just a week before, whose name was Shannon. The two teams of athletic rollerblade skaters had all been killed, and this girl, not even an athlete, was now one of the only two survivors.
The hard look of determination on her face said she wanted to be the only survivor. Completely defenceless, Tammie shrieked in horror as the club descended, smashing into her hip. She kicked out viciously with her free leg, but Shannon quickly moved behind her and out of reach.
She raised her arms to protect her head but was unable to see blows coming. The hardwood nightstick crashed down on her ribs, cracking three of them. She brought her arm down over her splintered ribs, and the club struck at her head, breaking her jaw. She was helpless and felt it.
At that moment the girl with the club did something almost unbelievable. She stepped over Tammie to get a better angle on her head, and in doing so left her cunt-leash dangling across Tammie’s waist. The stunned bitch was not thinking, as this was a very foolish thing to do.
Tammie grabbed the leather thong, getting a firm grip on the wet leather strap with both hands. It was wet and slippery from the blood, gore and piss it had been dragged through on the floor of the pit. She jerked down on it as hard as she could, bringing a sharp scream from the other naked bitch.
The movement and the sudden exertion with her arms and upper body hurt her cracked ribs, but she knew it hurt the cheerleader more because the leash was sadistically and brutally attached deep inside her cunt, anchored to a heavy metal ring in her recently pierced uterus.
Shannon lost her balance, and came down hard on top of Tammie, her pained cunt pressed against Tammie’s side. Tammie grabbed desperately at the girl’s face, pressing her thumb under the girl’s chin and digging her fingers with all her strength into the desperate cunt’s eyes.
Shannon leaned back and twisted away, but in doing so caused Tammie’s nail to gouge one eye, blinding it. The teenage college freshman reached desperately for her fallen baton and retrieved it. She slid off Tammie, but Tammie had a firm hold on her cunt leash, with the leather thong wrapped securely around her wrist.
Tammie jerked again on the leash, bringing an incredible scream from the girl as it jerked on her internal gonads. Shannon got her good leg around and kicked as hard as she could at Tammie’s head with the spike heel. Tammie threw her hand back to avoid the sharp heel, and the hard well-aimed kick caught her under the chin, driving the heel up and skewering her tongue.
The audience roared in delight at the savage battle between the naked and wounded girls. These young women, in the prime of life, were giving their all to kill each other, by the thoughtful and devious design of the program. These two cunts understood their role and were performing as expected.
The leather-covered spike heel wedged in Tammie’s chin bone, locking the leg to her head. Shannon reached around and smashed at Tammie’s thin leather helmet, doing more damage than she realized. Tammie jerked repeatedly with all her might on the leash dangling out of the pretty cheerleader’s cunt.
The results were becoming more and more obvious. The organ swelled as if being pressed open from within, and as her brains were being battered, Tammie managed, as her last desperate act, to cause the teenage girl she was fighting to give birth to her ringed uterus, ripping it out through her cunt.
The inner organ pushed her cunt out wide, and emerged, the winking dimple of her cervix protruding from the middle of the vicious organ-piercing ring. It was a more obscene display than Tammie had ever seen, but it did not distract her from her goal of killing the girl whose cunt now looked more like a horse’s cock.
She grabbed at the girl’s big tits and clung to them, having no idea how, without a weapon, she could kill the girl, or even defend herself. She recognized her position as hopeless. Shannon ignored the catastrophe between her legs and hammered continuously and murderously at Tammie’s face.
She smashed her nose, her cheekbones, and her jaw, and finally caved in her skull, spreading her brains amidst the bloody gore on the arena’s concrete floor. When the body beneath her finally quit kicking and jerking, she tried to yank the spike heel of her boot out of Tammie’s chin, but it was locked fast.
With an enormous effort, she managed to pull her barefoot out of the jammed boot and tried to stand up. She had to unwrap her cunt leash from Tammie’s hands, where it was still firmly grasped. At last, the naked co-ed struggled to her feet, and in the insanity of the arena, looked around for another opponent to kill.
There were none. She was the last surviving participant in the incredibly violent games. The naked gorgeous young college cheerleader Shannon, her uterus dangling from her gaping vagina, was the last cunt standing. A look of elation crossed the haggard face of the teenager.
She had endured it all. She was the best. She raised her arms in a victory salute, holding her clenched fists high over her head. In a brief three hours of mayhem, she had become an effective merciless killer. The audience knew they would see pride in the girl’s face, and she did not disappoint them.
They, on the other hand, were not averse to seeing her being disappointed. Devastatingly so. She bowed toward them, acknowledging their applause and cheering. Her big breasts swung free beneath her and made irresistible targets. The four rifles barked within half a second of each other, and her dangling breasts suddenly bounced wildly with the impact.
Two skilled marksmen had put a steel case round through each of the girl’s big swinging mammaries, causing the fleshy orbs to bounce wildly. The bullets made a clean passage through the fatty meat, then ricocheted indiscriminately off the concrete floor of the Thunderdrome bowl.
Now that the action was completely focused on a single female, the audience’s boisterous reactions were completely in sync with the action they were witnessing and the trapped cheerleader was receiving. Since this would be the last brutal bitch killing of the evening, it got their full attention.
The girl leapt up so fast she flipped in the air, twisting, and landed on her side. She was in shock. These people had made a deal. They had forced her to perform disgusting sexual violence, reducing herself to the level of an animal, and now they were breaking their word.
They had tricked her into killing others all evening just so that she could survive, and even though she had done everything they expected, and given them what they wanted for their hugely degenerate show, now the disgusting cocksuckers were going back on their promise.
She bounded to her feet, screaming as much from anguish as from pain, and started to run. She moved amazingly fast for a girl with a leg badly slashed by the blades on one of the mountain bikes, and wearing only one boot. As she ran two more slugs ripped through the pumping glut muscles of her well-developed buttocks.
Shannon fell again, this time skidding on the cement on her injured boobs. Her ass was propped high in the air and promptly took another pair of slugs into her quivering meat. These found her anus and exited through her back. Her hips crashed to the floor, and she took another pair of slugs through her calves.
These hits caused her to twist over onto her back. A bullet through her boot smashed her ankle, and assured she would do no more running. The pretty co-ed cheerleader was now reduced to a very erotic piece of living meat on the floor of the arena, there solely for target practice.
She impressed the guests with a strong performance, struggling to get up and in doing so presenting interesting angles for the merciless marksmen. The men took full advantage, making her writhe and squirm as they put bullet after bullet through her beautiful naked body, being careful not to kill her before the special shot they had reserved for her.
A large barreled flare gun was loaded with a sizable six-ounce magnesium flare. When she presented the right angle, one of the snipers fired the flare, and his aim was perfect. The inch and a half diameter three-inch-long slug plopped through the muscle of her lower belly and lodged in her intestines.
The existing moisture inside her tight tummy provided the perfect environment for the highly volatile metal to burn. The tiny cap sparked the metal, and her entire lower torso started to glow a light translucent pink from the intensely hot magnesium fire burning inside her.
White smoke mixed with acrid steam billowed from her damaged cunt, her shot-out anus, and the hole in her belly as she cooked inside from the flare. Shannon managed the most agonized scream of the evening as she sat up, flipped over, and then collapsed, now a piece of battered dead meat like the rest of her fellow performers.
POSTSCRIPT
There would be no festivities following the college football game tonight, even if the team won, because of the mysterious disappearance of the bus-load of girls. The players’ post-game celebration party had been ruined. The boys would have to hire expensive local whores.
The only bright spot was that, when asked nicely, usually the hookers they hired were willing to bring their little daughters to a party, for the right price. It just wasn’t the same without the small-town virgins they usually got at the first game. None of the hookers’ kids were virgins if they were older than five.
The driver of the bus that had carried the girls to Chicago would be exonerated, of course, because there would be several witnesses come forward to testify under oath that they had seen the bus arrive at the stadium, as scheduled and on time, and all of the girls disembark.
Others would tell of a convoy of five out-of-state vans that had been in the area, and would vaguely remember seeing some beautiful college-age girls boarding the vans. These paid witnesses would say they remembered the incident because it seemed strange that the girls would leave the stadium before the big game started.
Those statements to the police would be enough to ensure the ensuing investigation would lead nowhere. In another city, the women’s rollerblade league officers would have to adjust their schedule, because two of the teams from the rough and tumble sport had disappeared off the face of the earth.
The bar they had visited after the game would be fully investigated, but nothing would come of it. Nobody would equate the two cases, because they happened in distant cities, a day apart, and with unrelated activities. Both cases would make headlines, but within a few weeks they would be forgotten by most, as life went on, or at least for most people life did.
Young women would continue, of course, to involuntarily donate their lives to the games in the Thunderdrome. There was still an excellent supply of the converted Harleys, and some of those wrecked in the first major event would be rebuilt and put back into service.
A new event was being devised that involved high-speed winches on tracks overhead, which would allow some of the girls in the deadly competition to fly, as naked as the day they were born. The violence fans loved to see the ladies being killed, and being elevated, their deaths would be more visible.
New incendiary weapons were being built which could roast a living girl from the outside or the inside, in a manner more refined than had been accomplished with the road flare. The more imaginative members worked hard to create new horrors for the young women forced to compete for their lives in the incredible Thunderdrome.
THE END