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Feature Writer: Danté
Feature Title: THUNDERDROME DEATH-RIDERS 7
Edited & Extended: Regis
Published: 19.02.2025
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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 7
Most of the audience was seated in the lavish viewing area of the converted arena. A few of those who had arrived early to witness the preparations of the combatants were still coming up from the small preparation theater beneath the stands, where captive girls were made ready in whatever physical way was necessary.
Others were still ordering their drinks from the bizarrely decorated nude young waitresses. These exotic creatures, none of them yet in her teens, were part of the stable of naked eight- to ten-year-old highly experienced little call-girls run by one of the members, who was the head of organized crime in Chicago.
These nude little girls serving the guests were incredibly beautiful and were bound to their owners by the threat of immediate death to their parents. These no longer innocent youngsters, who were wearing only perfectly fitting custom-made black spike-heeled boots, had been to similar events many times before and were nearly immune to the violence that was about to unfold.
The drinks the members ordered were lightly laced with opium, to give them a euphoric high as they watched the violent drama that was about to be played out for their entertainment. Even an ardent fan of this excessively violent Thunderdrome sport required a lift to get them through the bloody carnage that faced the bus-loads of captive girls.
They knew the Thunderdrome was built to become a death pit for motorized bloodsport, and that was how it was used. This was not a sport that produced experience for the captive participants, as they were not only expected but required to die as the brutal highly sexualized sport progressed.
The extensive sprinkler system had not been installed in the arena as a precaution against fire, as it appeared, but was instead a practical way to deal with the volume of blood and gore that would be spilt as the evening of violence to the naked women unfolded. These captive naked ladies were about to become engaged in killing sports.
The seductive little nude waitresses drugged with both opiates and stimulants, served another function. Their job was to see that everyone was having a good time. One of their duties was to tease male members into removing their penises from the privacy of their pants and to ensure that all male guests sported rigid erections before the events began.
They were also charged with ensuring the clit of every woman present was aroused and erect. To accomplish this, they were on their knees between the lady’s things, the skirts raised, and using their educated tongues to stimulate the sex organs of the women they served.
Their job was also to restore sagging pricks that had ejaculated during the action in the arena. Some of the men were not highly experienced at these bloodsports, and when a man’s penis dropped, there was a danger he might become sickened by the horrors in the arena, reducing his pleasure in attending.
These girls were to act as cheerleaders, making obscene and stimulating moves with their bodies to keep the men and women aroused. Like the captive athletes, they wore high-heeled boots, long gloves and old-fashioned leather helmets, but these pretty little girls were not required to endure the painful genital piercing the college girls had just faced.
The women in the audience were further well attended to. Half a dozen bronzed-bodied young men with an incredible degree of muscle development moved through the audience, openly masturbating their large erections and doing obscene dances to keep the ladies interested.
These powerfully built young men carried riding crops and used them liberally on the nude waitresses. From time to time, when they noticed a woman’s attention flagging, they would abruptly drop a little waitress to her knees and anally rape her. This was all for the show, and the little girls were used to this kind of treatment while they were working the stands.
While he was humping into her rectum, he would force her to crawl between the legs of the female guest and orally stimulate her vagina. Prepared for this lavish attention, the women came to the event wearing no panties under their skirts. Oral treatment by the children was their minimum expectation.
When a naked little serving girl was properly dominated, the naked man ass raping her would withdraw his penis from her anus and put his whip to work on her buttocks and vulva while she continued to orally service the genitalia of the guests. If his shit marked his penis, she would first clean it with her mouth.
This was a time to party, and for these people, sexual violence to attractive young females was what stimulated them most. They treated their female servants as badly as their captive girls, but with less severity, in that they usually survived. Unlike most people, these few were able to bring to life their most violent fantasies, but only at the expense of the beautiful young women they captured in large numbers.
The lights in the seating area of the Thunderdrome dimmed, and the lights flooding the action area seemed to get even brighter. The music blasting from the high-quality sound system had progressed from smooth rock to a harsh, demanding beat. As the tempo increased, so did the volume, until the sound of the music dominated everything. Excitement was built with the increased drive of the music. It was approaching showtime!
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Wendy and Tammie were stunned at the extravagant preparations they saw. Several burly male handlers moved them into rows, keeping them organized. They and the others had been herded up a long wide concrete ramp that brought them from under the stands to a large elevated launching platform.
That was the only phrase they could think of to describe it. It was near one end and at the lip of the huge oval that lay before them. It was like a staging area.
There were mountain bikes with high posts that bent forward, in place of seats, old BMW motorcycles with the same kind of post where the seat should be, and behind these, parked against the back wall like sinister monsters, were large low-slung motorcycles, unlike anything either of the girls had seen before.
Both girls were dumbfounded by the design. They were twice as wide and only half as high as big motorcycles, the kind that motorcycle gangs rode, but there the resemblance ended. They had the look of a Harley without looking at all like them if that was even possible.
Loud driving rock music filled the whole arena, making it hard to think. The girls looked out over the huge Thunderdrome and saw that there was an audience seated above one side of the bizarre arena. Young naked girls and muscular tanned men were serving the guests, and entertaining them with overtly obscene performances.
This was gross, but there was no way to get out of here. They felt trapped, and terrified at what might be expected of them. The bowl of the Thunderdrome was lined with small barricades, ramps and jumps, and part of the surface near one end was milky white and shiny.
Suddenly the girls realized that what they were seeing where it was shiny was ice. The steep curve approaching one corner was sheeted with a blanket of ice. Then they spotted the most frightening thing of all: the upper sides of the Thunderdrome pit was a wall covered with three-foot-long spikes, sticking out horizontally.
These were enough to discourage anyone from coming within several feet of the side walls. They were truly trapped here, and they knew they were about to experience horrors worse than they could guess. Were they going to be forced to get down into this terrible-looking place, and what would they have to do?
There were more girls collected at the staging area than had come on the bus with them. There were two teams of twenty nudes. One of the teams was black, wearing helmets like theirs over bizarre dyed hairstyles, featuring lots of shaved scalp. They wore rollerblades, and each had a big brass-studded glove with the fist sewn closed. They looked fearsome.
Just then the two women with the whips brought up the ramp the girl from their group that had been so severely whipped after they arrived here. They were surprised that she was alive, and now awake. Her head was bowed, and her arms were tied tightly behind her back, making her firm round breasts bulge and point.
The battered cunt was not in good shape. One of the BMWs was rolled forward, and the woman who was in charge of the two with the whips removed her shorts and was lifted high in the air by two of the male assistants. One of the whips women applied a clear gel between her leader’s buttocks.
Now she was lowered over the stout vertical steel post until the round greased head of it pressed against her anus. The men then literally dropped her, and the shaft was driven by her weight deep inside her colon. She stood on posts on the side of the bike’s frame, but the shaft was still more than a foot and a half inside her.
One of the men kick-started the bike while the other held it up, and the girl with her arms bound was pushed out onto the lip of the bowl of the huge Thunderdrome. Except for spike-heeled boots like the others wore, she was stark naked. Although the launching pad was curved, the sides of the bowl were steeper than they appeared.
The girl stumbled forward screaming at the top of her lungs, struggling to keep upright in those incredible spike-heeled boots. The woman on the bike revved the engine, but let the girl run. When the naked fugitive was nearing the bottom of the slope, the woman gunned the engine and the bike leapt forward into space.
This was the first time Wendy and Tammie noticed that the front tyre of the bike had been replaced with a steel two-and-a-half-foot diameter disk. They heard the crash of the steel front wheel striking the cement and saw the shower of sparks when the bike landed, then they watched in horror as the powerful bike closed on the running girl.
The woman was going to intentionally run her down! The bike was so horrible a machine it was clear the girl on foot could be seriously hurt, or even killed! Tammie could not believe the woman would intentionally want to injure or even kill an innocent girl. This was a shocking nightmare and was happening right in front of her.
The captive girls on the elevated staging area watched in horror, screaming as the motorcycle accelerated down the slope of the huge bowl, running straight at the running girl. The woman on the bike ran a course that was just to the right of the girl, and as she came up to her she kicked out viciously with her boot at the girl’s buttocks with a force that sent her flying.
With her arms bound tightly behind her, the girl had no protection. She lifted her head and landed on her chin, protected only by her helmet’s chin strap. The rest of her weight came down on her protruding shoulders and her bulging breasts, which had no protecting strap.
The large round mammaries were flattened, and severely braised when she skidded to a stop on the coarse concrete. The bike turned as it ran up the far wall of the bowl, and the girl was barely back on her feet when the bike hit her. She stood facing the accelerating machine, bracing herself and screaming in terror as it roared toward her.
The woman swerved at the last second, and the bike skidded into the girl, flipping her in the air as the vicious vehicle once more sped off. The spectators realized with horror how dangerous that steel wheel was. Had it hit her straight on it would have cut her badly, with the potential to amputate a shapely limb.
The helpless nude bitch with her arms bound behind her landed hard on her back and was dazed from the violent blow of the bike and the hard landing on the concrete floor that followed. She twisted around and attempted to crawl on her back toward the shelter of a nearby barricade.
The young woman on the motorcycle with its pipe of a seat up her ass came roaring down the Thunderdrome wall at another angle, and this time launched herself with one of the jumps. The fallen girl was lying tits up, moaning in agony from the impact and her violent fall.
Her legs were spread, and she was using her feet to push herself painfully across the arena’s hard floor. The college girl on the bike was approaching her at a right angle and would hit the girl’s side with that horrific steel wheel if the fallen nude did not spring to her feet quickly.
Her aim was perfect. The steel front wheel of the speeding bike sliced deep into the girl’s waist, and the spinning rear skidding in torn flesh tyre finished the job. The beautiful naked young girl who had been so severely whipped was now chopped cleanly in half at the waist!
It was an incredible show of merciless power. The damaged young cunt had been deliberately murdered most horribly. This event was staged to make the most of shock value, and the woman on the bike knew exactly how to shock her audience.
The incredible mutilation of the college girl was also designed to be a stern warning to her friends awaiting their turn. The naked girls in the staging area screamed in disbelief, while the special audience cheered the display of unfettered and completely gratuitous violence.
THE END OF CHAPTER SEVEN