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Feature Writer: Danté
Feature Title: THUNDERDROME DEATH-RIDERS 2
Edited & Extended: Regis
Published: 09.02.2025
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 2
Tammie and Wendy were surprised there were no males on their bus. The eight charter buses that were to take them from their college dormitory to the football game in Chicago had been parked at the curb in the court between residence buildings. Three men had greeted the students as they arrived.
These men had got them organized for the start of the trip. The men checked their game tickets and then assigned them reserve-seating tickets for the buses. They explained that the reserved seating arrangement was for insurance purposes, and they would not be allowed to do trades.
The two girlfriends were glad that they had not been separated, but as they got underway, they felt that it was almost as if they had been sorted. At least the trip and game tickets were free, donated by one of the college’s industrial sponsors who felt the team needed support on this important game.
The all-night party on Saturday night meant they would not need accommodation, although they had been promised it would be provided, so this was going to be a very inexpensive and exciting weekend. If they were going to hook up with guys, they hoped there would be some privacy, because there was no way they were going to copulate with everyone watching.
The eight buses left in a convoy, but after an hour their bus gradually lagged behind, and when they reached Chicago it took an exit that would not take them anywhere near the university their college was to play. The driver explained they were going to have a rally first, and that their team would be there to take part, so the girls relaxed.
They were here to party after a couple of weeks of getting ready for college, and they believed now the party would start earlier than they had expected. Their vaginas were ready for cock, their ovaries ready to receive from the virile young men their semen, swimming with sperm that the pills they had taken would deal with. It was party time!
This trip was proving to be well organized, so they decided to enjoy it. Several of the cheerleading team were on their bus, and they decided to start their party while they travelled. They danced in the aisles and got the whole busload of girls singing risqué songs, to pass the time on the trip and get the girls in the mood for the festivities to follow.
The best part was not the football game but the hot post-game celebration afterwards, that was to go on all night. The girls knew or cared little about football. It was those hunks of players that interested them. They learned that after the games there were always all-night parties, which was the reason the girls were given the tickets.
Every player had invited half a dozen girls to come along, to ensure the party would be well-stocked with pretty young pussies. The host team always provided the beer, and the visitors the cunts. It was tradition. That way the host team would be less inhibited with the girls, and would set the tone for the unbridled sex orgy that was certain to follow.
The cheerleaders were the only girls who had been through at least one season of such activity and they all knew the ropes. They of course always serviced only the players of their own team but made offers to the players on the other team to sample the most intimate charms of the new younger girls.
These had just commenced their college careers and knew nothing of what was going on. At the after-parties, the cheerleaders started things going with dirty dancing that quickly became a striptease and when they were nude they openly masturbated themselves to get the men and the less experienced girls in the mood for the wild sex orgy that followed.
The experienced cheerleaders and freshmen girls would collect semen in their wombs from all of the players, except for the five Catholic girls, who could not be on the pill. These cute Catholics would collect the football players’ semen in their throats and their colons. It was all the same to them as fucking, and was no sin if nobody, particularly the priest, knew about it.
The second and third rounds, after a pause to regenerate the power of their balls, were more even for the girls, because although their throats, genitals and rectums were still used as cock holsters, the athletic young men would withdraw and ejaculate onto the pretty faces of the gorgeous college girls.
These wild post-game parties would always produce two or three pregnancies, of course, particularly after a loss, when the girls would try extra hard to console the players with their comforting cunts. When a pregnancy occurred, the unfortunate girl was expelled from the college for her indiscretion.
Because she could not return to her home in her condition, she would often turn to prostitution to survive. It was usually shunned and desolate ex-college girls, expelled because of their pregnancy, who were drawn into the gross debasement of performing the live birthing in a private sex show.
Most often the young mother was violently butt fucked as she delivered her baby on an elegant coffee table in the home of a wealthy businessman and his wife before a group of his guests. The babies produced at such shows, if they survived their rude arrival, were reluctantly given up by the mothers.
The girls agreed to give up the newborn babies because they believed that wealthy parents would raise their sprogs, and of course, they knew nothing of the baby’s real fate. The infants were raised in a seraglio of children used for private sexual enjoyment by the most powerful people in the State. But that’s another story.
That kind of outcome from a night of unbridled sex was always the farthest thing from the minds of the young co-eds, whose only interest was a good time. To ensure their eager participation, they were given both a special sedative to reduce inhibition and speed to keep them highly sexually active.
Tammie and Wendy were going to enjoy a free football game, and with luck what followed would lead to a real date with a football player with a randy cock. These gorgeous young women were too interested in short-term outcomes to ever think of the negative consequences of their new lifestyle. Besides, what the fuck, they were both on the pill.
For the unintentional mothers, life would be tough enough when they grew older, and they thought only of the fun they could have while they were young and beautiful. Their conversation stayed with the prospects of a wild party as they noticed their bus was coming into the outskirts of Chicago.
They were determined to have a weekend they would never forget. Their virginity would become history, and each was determined to discover the debauched slut she knew she was at the core of her being. They both realized there was a chance they would chicken out and retreat, but they determined to support each other in exploring the extent of their wild side.
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When the prototypes were ready, the enterprising group tested two of the new machines by taking them out into the desert, on a winding highway where there was little traffic, scorching temperatures and cloudless skies. They had brought along a special high-speed camera to record the effectiveness of their high-powered boy-toy, now converted to a girl-toy.
A pair of high-powered chase cars to carry the observers who would also handle the remote control of the cycles. They also had a helicopter for a camera and observation platform, to ensure perfect timing. This team was perfectly prepared and could react to any circumstance that furthered their cause.
Using the helicopter in advance to patrol the highway, they spotted a pair of beautiful young showgirls, a redhead and a blonde, who were travelling north from Vegas in a bright red Chevy convertible. The tall long-legged girls were dancers but dressed like call girls.
They made most of their money on their backs after the shows, by satisfying the sexual urges of well-heeled men. The redhead was in a tube dress that was consistent with the latest fashion and did not cover the lower fold of her buttocks, nor the red garters holding up her black nylons.
The blonde wore an open-fronted blouse which revealed as much cleavage as the tight tube dress worn by her friend, their erect nipples barely hidden, and tight jeans with a seam that ran tightly through her crotch so that the jeans hugged her firm buttocks, and the fold of her vagina was not disguised, but instead presented a well-formed camel toe.
These two showgirls, probably on their way from Vegas to Reno, were a perfect fit for the experiment with the two innovative motorcycles to be tested. They would make the perfect riders for the bizarre machines, and have a single test drive to prove the value of the converted Harleys.
Taking the girls was easy. All of the test crew were already seated at the bar and at tables when the girls stopped for lunch and a beer at a roadhouse. They both wore high heels, and their revealing clothing accentuated their wonderful figures. These were cunts of the highest order.
The test crew left the roadhouse well ahead of the girls, knowing the direction the girls were travelling. There was little traffic on the highway, and the bright red Chevy was easy to spot and the girls easy to waylay. One of the chase cars, a white Cadillac, was parked at an angle on a secluded stretch of the highway.
It was blocking the road, with its hood up. The other car, a turbo-powered Audi, approached from the opposite direction, making passing the stopped car dangerous. The driver of the Audi slowed as it approached the Cadillac as if to help, making it necessary for the girls in the Chevy convertible to stop.
It was a pleasure for the men taking them captive, as they swore at the obstruction and hurled insults to the two men who walked over to their car. They were jerked out of the vehicle before they could respond. Their suitcases were pulled out of their trunk, the Chevy was set in gear, and a large rock was thrown onto the accelerator.
The horrified girls screamed as their car spun its wheels and raced away toward a precipice. They heard it splinter the roadside barrier and careen over the edge, bouncing its way down a steep slope until the gas tank burst and the expensive new vehicle exploded.
It was toast, and they were now without a vehicle. Neither of them would now need one. They heard but did not see the destruction of their car, as they were promptly thrown onto the floor of the Cadillac’s back seat, one on top of the other, and two of the men climbed on top of them to hold them down.
The men tied their wrists behind their backs and bound their ankles together to keep them under control. With their shoulders thrust backwards, their breasts were thrust forward, giving them the look of sex meat. Just as quickly as that, the gorgeous young showgirls were captives of these desert pirates.
After a twenty-minute ride on the floor of the car, the shocked girls were relieved to feel the vehicle come to a stop. One of the men got out of the car, and it moved forward again, driving along a dirt road. In less than a minute it stopped again, and this time the motor was switched off.
The girls were pulled out of the car and were surprised they could not see the highway. They assumed the small hill beside them masked the main road from view and masked them from the view of travellers. They couldn’t believe that on a desert road, they had travelled so often before, they were now captives.
What surprised them most was the pair of strange machines they saw beside them. They each had two very broad wheels and were like incredibly altered motorcycles, but like none they had ever seen. They shivered in the heat of the day at the sight of the horrendous machines and realized their potential for producing extreme harm.
The redhead was untied, and her tube dress was pulled up over her head and removed. She wore tiny panties under her garter belt and no bra. When one of the men ripped off the flimsy panties, they were startled to see she wore four diamond engagement rings, which pierced her inner labia.
She boasted amorous suitors in various bars she had worked had given them to her, and now she wore them as trophies. The two men laid her onto her belly on one of the altered Harleys, with her ass propped in the air, displaying her ringed open genitals to anyone behind her. Cuffs were used to attach her wrists and ankles into position on the strange bike.
She was a remarkable addition to the bike, completing its design with her pink nakedness displayed, contrasted by her black transparent nylon stockings and her red heels and garter belt. Her pink and slightly puckered starfish rectum was fully displayed in the spread hollow of her buttocks, and her neatly trimmed open vagina gaped over the rear fender.
Her big bare breasts bulged out beneath her arms and hugged the spread frame behind the broad front fender, her distended nipples pointing at the ground. Her chin rested on the fender’s black painted metal, and her cuffs held her arms in position and limited her movement.
The gorgeous naked redhead show-dancer was firmly attached to the equipment she was to ride. When she was properly secured in position, a large American flag was produced, attached to a foot-long and inch-thick dowel. One of the men spit on her rectum to provide some lubrication.
Then, apparently, as a joke, he thrust the shaft up her ass and deep into her colon, making the prone nude on the altered bike a lewd standard bearer. The flag flew just above and behind the rear wheel of the strange motorcycle. Anyone who saw her pass would salute, out of pure patriotism.
The men took several pictures of the obscene young showgirl lying in that profane position on the bike built so low its very style implied high speed. They were proud of their new creation and had given this beautiful and impudent young stranger the privilege of being the first to ride it.
The blonde was stripped naked and her ankles were cuffed to the handles of the two suitcases. The large Samsonite travel bags were opened, rocks were piled in on top of the clothing they contained, and then the heavy bags were securely locked. This proved to effectively hobble her.
The naked cunt could be left unattended while she roasted under the merciless early afternoon sun. There was no shade for her, and within an hour the young bitch would be as red as a lobster, but the men were not in the least concerned for her comfort. She was, after all, nothing but a cunt.
The gorgeous young showgirl could be safely left alone here for hours, and would be still here ankle-cuffed to the suitcases when they returned for her. The two bags, even empty, would not allow her to move the several hundred yards to the highway. With the weight of the rocks, it would take her several hours to get there, and the men intended to be back within a couple of hours.
Suddenly the helicopter appeared, but instead of landing, the pilot spoke to one of the men via a radio in the Audi, and then the craft climbed away. The men kick-started the big bike and one of them climbed over the girl cuffed to it and rode it out onto the highway. He started it going, then let her control it.
It took the petrified girl just a few hundred yards to get the knack of controlling the machine, and he let the brakeless vehicle roll to a stop as it came to a hill. The bike had passed its first test: a total novice, who was nobody but a cunt, attached to it could control its direction.
He hopped off, got the big machine rolling again by gunning the accelerator, and then got into one of the following cars. They watched the cycle peak a low hill, and head on down the other side. The screaming nude redhead was now entirely on her own on a one-way ride to hell.
THE END OF CHAPTER TWO