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Dead Race

Within four years from 2008 the economy of the United States has fallen into disaster, Unemployment and crime rises, and private corporations run most prisons across the nation for profit. The movie focuses on the Terminal Island Prison, which broadcast "Death Race" to the world via a popular paysite on internet. Death Race is not only a race to the finish line, but a battle pitting car against car.

its begins by a race near its end between Machine Gun Joe and a famous masked driver known as, who is accompanied by a female navigator. Frank's defensive systems fail, and Joe destroys Frank's car, presumably leaving Frankenstein critically wounded, or dead.

Jensen Ames is framed for his wife's murder on the same day that the steel mill he works at closes; the murderer is actually a masked intruder that points a finger-gun at Ames as he leaves. Ames is sent to prison where he is coerced by the sadistic prison warden, to become the new driver of Frankenstein's Ford Mustang. She tells Ames that she knows of his baby that was left in foster care, and that prisoners are freed upon winning five Death Races, but since he will take on the mask of the legendary Frankenstein, who had 4 wins at the time of his death, he will only need to win one race. The races are broken apart into three stages: Stage 1 and 2 are races in which the driver must survive, and Stage 3 you must win the race in order for it to add to the count towards freedom.

Just before the Stage 1 Race, Ames is introduced to his navigator, Elizabeth Case, who happens to be Frankenstein's previous navigator. During the race, Ames see another driver, Pachenko, make the same hand gesture as the intruder that killed his wife. Three drivers are killed during Stage 1: Siad, Grimm, and Travis Colt. Ames finishes last after taking a hard hit from Machine Gun Joe.

Ames learns he is part of a plot to keep the legend of Frankenstein alive, solely for the personal profit of Hennessey. He confronts Hennessey about the driver, but instead she shows him pictures of his baby living with foster parents, asking him if he thinks he could provide for his baby better than the foster parents. Angered, he takes one of the pictures and leaves. The night before Stage 2 he makes a trip to the garage of Pachenko's team to confront him. He is beaten down by a few members of the team but is helped by a member of his garage allowing Ames to retaliate and nearly kill Pachenko. His revenge is thwarted by the prison guards telling them to save it for the race.

Ames goes into the Stage 2 race and immediately questions Case on her intentions. She tells him she was ordered to sabotage Frankenstein's defense weapons so he would not win his freedom, and thereby earn her own. Ames realizes he is not meant to survive the Death Race at all, but is meant to die so another "Frankenstein" can be brought into the prison to keep viewers paying to see the races. He seeks revenge during Stage 2 by crippling and rolling Pachenko's car allowing him to turn around drive back and to get revenge up close and personal by snapping Pachenko's neck as he crawls away from the car wreck. Five drivers remain until 14K, Carson, and Riggins are killed by 'The Dreadnought', Hennessy's secret weapon, the Dreadnaught, (an 18 wheel tank truck filled with massive machine guns) that had been in production for months. Ames and Machine Gun Joe are able to destroy The Dreadnought and finish Stage 2. Realizing that Ames knows what's going on, Hennessey has Ames' car armed with an explosive before the Stage 3 Race as insurance to make sure he does not cross the finish line alive. However, Ames devises his own scheme from an image shown by one of his crew members of a destroyed billboard in an earlier race, and tells Joe that he and Frankenstein should talk..

“keep your word Hennessey …”

“sure Joe, you can get her….after the race finish I will delivery her to you, after that , it’s up to you… I don’t even care…”

The Stage 3 Race begins with only two drivers remaining and a new condition added they both  will race without Navigator :

"Frankenstein" and Machine Gun Joe. The race begins, and Ames soon takes the lead. However, the odds are against Ames as Hennessey rigs the track to benefit Joe. Throughout the entire lap, Joe keeps hot on Ames' tail, and as they near the beginning of the second lap, Joe preps newly added missiles and fires an RPG in Ames' direction. Joe betrayed and destroyed him.

Hennessey then set up Elizabeth to acompany Machine Gun Joe in his cell as a reward for his cooperation,Some of The prison guard are beaten down by her ,  but after a little while the Guard retaliate her,  she is thwarted by the prison guards telling her to save it for Machine gun Joe.the Guard gripped her arm and turned her around, then pulled her hand behind her"Hey!" she cried. Elisabeth protested.

"Gotta handcuff  prisoners," he said. "Thems the rules."

The officer jerked Elisabeth around and marched her to his office and close the door behind him.

“Hey," she said. "These things are too tight."

"They're hurting me!"

"You don't shut her yap I'll hurt you worse."

She muttered angrily but shut up.

She rolled her eyes unhappily and tried to rub some feeling into her hands.

"These fucking cuffs are too tight," she complained again.

His hands felt around her cuffs, then a key went into one and she felt them loosening a little.

"Thanks," she said sullenly.

"Well, now, if you're feeling grateful, I can think of a few better ways fer you to show it," he drawled.

He was kneeling on the seat behind her and she felt a sudden twinge fear. The twinge shot upwards into fear and plan as his hand came slid off her wrists and down onto her ass.

"Hey! Get off me!" she cried.

"Settle down, baby. I ain't hurtin' you," he drawled.

His hand caressed her ass, tight in the denim cutoffs, while she wiggled helplessly.

"Don't touch me, you bastard!" she screamed. He snickered, his hand sliding in between her thighs and squeezing her pussy.

"Think yer real hot stuff, don't ya!" he growled.

"Get OFF me!" she cried, twisting violently. He shifted his leg slightly so his knee came on the back of her right thigh. She cried out in pain as her soft flesh was crushed beneath his weight. He jerked her left leg wider, forcing it off the seat, then his hand rubbed her pussy harder.

"You fuckin bastard son of a bitch!" she screamed.

"You watch yer lip, girl," he snapped, slapping the back of her head.

He gripped her arm and rolled her over onto her back. She tried to kick him but he gripped her legs and pulled them apart easily, grinning at her as he knelt between them. He licked his lips as his eyes moved up and down her body.

"Round here, we know what to do with sluts like you."

he leered

"I'm not a slut!" she gulped.

"No bra, wavin' yer ass aroun' in tight shorts. Yer jus beggin' for it."

"You... you better let me go," she gulped, frightened now instead of angry.

"Sure, baby, once you done paid for yer crimes."

His hand cupped her pussy again, then both hands slid up her body, up her smooth, bare belly to her crop top. He shoved the top up over her breasts, exposing the bare orbs to his greedy eyes, then laid his hands over them, squeezing hard.

"Ahhh," he sighed. "Nice titties."

"Stop it," she sobbed.

"Think yer too good fer me, baby? You ain't," he sneered.

His big fingers dug into her soft flesh, squeezing and kneading it roughly. He pinched her nipples, laughing when she cried out in pain, pulling them upwards then letting them snap back. He licked at her left nipple, then sucked it into his mouth and gnawed at it with his teeth.

She moaned in pain and tried again to twist away, tears trickling down the sides of her face as the big man bit and sucked on her tit flesh.

He licked down to her belly, then gripped the waistband of her cutoffs and tore it open. Elisabeth cried out in alarm as the pants opened, then sobbed harder as he jerked them downward. She tried to keep her legs open so he couldn't get them off, but he just grabbed her legs and lifted them up, then pulled them together.

He held her legs together, while he slid her cutoffs and panties up their long length to her ankles. Then he pulled them off and shoved her legs apart again.

"Please... please don't," she moaned. "Please."

"You need a good fuckin', baby," he panted. "Snotty slut like you needs to be shown her place."

He gazed at her bare pussy with lust and excitement, then squeezed it hard, rubbing his hand up and down through her soft curly pubic hair. She tried to close her legs and he glared and slapped her right breast.

She screamed in pain and sobbed as he jerked her legs wide apart again.

"You do as you told, slut, or things'll go bad fer you," he snapped.

He undid his belt and dropped the gun and nightstick and other stuff on the floor. Then he undid his other belt and opened his pants. He took out a stiff, red cock and wagged it at her gleefully.

"This's fer you, baby," he grinned.

He pressed the fat nose against her tight hole, rubbing it up and down, inside she was dry, but outside she was covered in sweat, including between the legs. He was even more sweaty, and he used that as lubrication as he shoved his cockhead against her slit and forced the lips in and back.

"Ohhhhhwwww," she wailed.

"Shut yer mouth, slut," he barked.

He shoved harder, and watched his cockhead slowly sink into the tight hole, watched her slit part, the lips surround his shaft as his head disappeared into her body.

He shoved harder, and Elisabeth cried out in pain as his cock jabbed into her. She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving. She tried to look up at the ceiling, to ignore what was going on, but it didn't work. She gasped in pain each time he thrust forward, each time he forced his cock another inch or two deeper.

Then she felt it meet her hymen. She whimpered in misery and looked up, hoping for some hint of mercy now that he must know she wasn't a slut.

"Hot damn," he cried. "I get to pop a cherry!"

Her hopes fell, then she screamed as he lunged forward, slamming his cock through her hymen, ripping her cunt open as he fell forward atop her slender body.

He crushed her into the seat as he rammed his prong down into her slit, groaning like a hog as he ground his hips against her and bounced atop her. She sobbed and moaned and panted for breath as his cock was slowly forced all the way up her cunt pipe to the very end.

She moaned piteously as he laughed in pleasure. He bounced atop her, making her cry, out in pain, then wriggled from side to side, twisting his cock around in her belly. He reached down and gripped her hair behind her head, forcing her head back, her face up. He jammed his lips against hers and she tasted his breath as his tongue shot into her mouth.

He cupped her breast, squeezing hard, mashing the flesh around from side to side as he humped against her. His cock pumped hard inside her, jerking in and out, tearing her cunt apart as he enjoyed her soft young body.

His hands raced over her body, squeezing and slapping and kneading her flesh as he worked his cock back and forth in her pussy. He sucked and chewed at her lips and throat and ears, grunting with effort as his big ass rose and fell atop her.

The sweat dripped off his head and onto her face as she moaned and wept helplessly, his heat and weight made it hard for her to even breath. Her cunt ached, burned, from the hard, raping it was getting, and her wrists and arms were crushed below her weight and his.

She had never imagined herself undergoing such misery, and sobbed in self-pity as the big man continued to hump down into her lustfully.

"You love that, don't ya, slut!" he panted. "Got a hard one in you now, huh, baby! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Yeah! 

Yeah! Take that! Ungh! Ungh! Fuckin stuck... ungh... up bitch! Ungh!"

The springs squeaked below them and the seat bounced lightly as his heavy body bounced atop her. She grunted in pain each time his weight slammed down against her. It was almost worse than his cock raping up and down in her pussy. Almost.

His cock was tearing in and out of her just opened pussy tunnel in wild, uneven movements, twisting around inside her belly, punching upwards into her guts again and again as he raped her hole. She could feel every ridge, every vein, every hair on his cock as it pumped up and down in her pussy tube, could feel her soft, elastic flesh forced wide open as his cock thrust in, could feel it straining around the thickness of the prick, then could feel it closing as his cock retreated up her tunnel again.

Again and again his big cock plunged to the bottom of her aching pussy tunnel as the big, sweaty man made free use of her soft, nubile, body. He drooled and sucked on her tits again, then squeezed them until she cried. He shoved his tongue deep into her mouth and made her push hers into his. Then he jammed his hands under her to cup her buttocks and jerk them upwards to meet his thrusts.

Elisabeth Case cried out now with each stroke, the force multiplied as he jerked her cunt upwards as he thrust down. His body was crushed even tighter against hers and his cock seemed to go even farther inside her, so deep it hurt something way up in her belly.

He grunted in pleasure as he pounded his cock up and down in her pussy slot, his fingers digging into her ass meat as he pulled her against him. His teeth gnawed at the nape of her neck as he impaled her on his hard male meat, then he came, grunting in ecstasy as he felt his juice shooting into her body.

"Uuhhhhhhhh!" he groaned. "Comin'! Comin! Yeahhhhhhh! Oohhhhhh!"

He fucked especially hard, then gave a final flurry of thrusts and lay still atop her, his fingers loosening on her ass.

He heaved a sigh of relief, then slowly pulled his bulk off her and sat up. She lay there whimpering, her breathing loud and ragged.

He grinned down at her, then ran his hand over her body, stroking her breasts, then easing in between her legs.

"Nice, real nice pussy," he sighed. " It should be a crime fer a body like yours not ta get fucked every day."

He pulled her legs together, lifting them again, then sliding her shorts over her feet. He pulled them down to her thighs, then let her legs down and jerked her pants up around her hips, grinning as he zipped them up.

"You be a good girl now," he grinned, getting out of the Office and slamming the door.

She lay there, still panting for breath, still sniffling in misery as he got back. she sat up. The tank top fell down over her breasts again, so she could almost pretend nothing had happened.

Her pussy still stung from the cruel raping that had ripped out her cherry. Her thighs ached from his hard rutting, and her panties were laying on the floor by her feet.

He dragged her out .It was as hot inside as out, maybe hotter. She found herself in a small room with a couple of desks, some filing cabinets, and a small table which held a coffee maker and toaster. A Nigger sat at a desk, holding an electric fan up in front of his face.

He looked up as the door opened, his eyes going to her, then the man behind her, then settling back on her.

"Well, now. What we got here!" he asked.

Joe The Big Black Man set down the fan, then slowly stood up. He was was sweating just like the fat man, just like her.He walked up in front of her, his eyes moving up and down her body appreciatively.

"You been a bad girl, ain't you, Elisabeth!" Joe grinned.

"I... I guess," she whispered.

"I guess," he echoed. "How you plannin' on payin' yer fine!"

 "You kin go back out on patrol again, Frank."

He snapped. The fat man hurriedly retreated, and Elisabeth was left alone with him. He gazed at her through sullen eyes, then took a dirty handkerchief from his back pocket and wiped sweat off his forehead, then the rest of his face. He stuffed it back in his pocket then reached out and abruptly gripped her arm and spun her around.

He gripped her wrists, then removed the hand cuffs and spun her around again. "In there," he said, jerking his head towards a door at the other end of the room.

Elisabeth shuffled across to the door, the man behind her. He reached out and opened it, then shoved her through. She found herself in a small hallway with cages on either side. There was a room just off to the right, though, and it was in here The Nigger pushed her.

The room was small, with a desk and table. There was a sink in at one end, and also a small square booth not much bigger than a phone booth that was a stand up shower stall.

"Get your clothes off," he said.

"Wha... what!" Elisabeth gulped, staring up at him in fear.

"You heard me, girl," he growled.

"But... but I..."

He reached out and gripped her by the throat, closing his fingers cruelly as he lifted her up on her toes.

"When I tell you to do something, you do it, understand!" He shook her for emphases, then flung her back against the wall.

She gripped her throat and moaned softly, eyes terrified as she watched the man glowering at her.

"I mean now!" he snapped.

Her fingers trembled as they went to her top and slowly jerked it up and off. She turned her back on him, trying for some last vestiges of pride and privacy, and undid her pants, shoving them and her panties down her long legs, then stepping out of them.

"And the shoes," he snapped.

She pulled her shoes off, then stood there, shaking, her back still to him, her face flushed in humiliation. She yelped as he gripped her arm and spun her around to face him.

"Put your hands behind your head," he glared.

Elisabeth blinked back tears and hesitantly pulled her hands up, terribly embarrassed as she exposed her naked body to the man's sneering gaze.

"Stand straight," he growled.

His eyes moved over her, not with lust like the fat deputy, but with anger and disdain.

"Turn around, and bend over that table there," he said finally.

Elisabeth had no choice but to obey. Joe came up behind her and placed his big hand between her shoulder blades, shoving her down hard so her breasts were crushed against the table top. He kicked her legs apart too, spreading her wide.

He shoved down hard on her back again, crushing her breasts into the scarred wooden table Elisabeth twisted aside, straightening up again. "You can't..."

His fist slammed into her right side just below her ribs and she collapsed, thrown against the table and then tumbling to the floor in a heap. She cried out in pain as she clutched her aching side, curling up into a ball on the floor.

She sobbed in shock, fear and misery, then screamed as he reached down and gripped a thick hunk of her hair, dragging her to her feet again. He shoved her against the table again, folding her over it and kicking her legs apart once more.

"You ba... aaa... aaasstarddddd," she sobbed.

"Better learn some obedience, slut," he said. "You ain't gonna be treated like no princess around here."

He drew his gleaming black nightstick, his eyes glittering in sadistic excitement as he gazed on her round, white ass cheeks. He ran the blunt tip of the two foot long stick over her ass, then prodded at her pussy.

Elisabeth's sobbing turned into a wail of misery as he jammed the thing against her slit, forcing it through the tight pussy lips and deep into her cunt channel. Instinctively she tried to rise, to twist away, to reach back and grab at the stick.

He gripped her hair again, producing another cry of pain as he bent her head painfully up and back, and jammed the thick stick even deeper into her pussy. He forced it high into her guts, then ground the tip against her cervix as she sobbed and choked and cried out in pain.

"This's what you wants ain't it! Somethin' long and thick up your twat!" he sneered

He pumped the nightstick cruelly in her rear hole, twisting it from side to side, punching the end against her cervix as she howled and cried and writhed in his grasp.

He jerked it out then, licking his lips in enjoyment as her body shook with deep, gut wrenching sobs.

"Still gotta check out this other hole," he drawled, pressing the stick against her crinkled little anal opening.

Elisabeth's sobs rose to new heights as he forced the baton into her asshole. Inch after inch of the thick, hard wood disappeared into her rectum as Elisabeth trembled and shook, and tears poured down her cheeks.

He jammed it up into her guts and twist sharply making her gasp and choke and sob in agony. He pulled back and punched forward, again dragging a shocked cry of pain.

He snickered and pumped the baton in and out with hard, fast motions, fucking her ass with brutal strokes of his long, thick baton. He jerked it out, then slammed it down hard on the table next to her, making her cry our in shock.

His teeth gleamed as he undid his zipper and drew his now bulging cock out. He held it in his fist for a moment, then rubbed the head over the soft flesh of her ass cheeks. He jerked her thighs further apart then pressed his big black cock against her slit.

He thrust in hard, making her cry out once again, burying his tool in her belly with one fast, hard stroke. He began pumping at once, gripping her hips as he slammed his hips against her upturned ass cheeks, pistoning his cock inside her with furious strokes.

He fucked for a long minute, his breath loud and ragged as he drove his thick prong deep into her pussy. Then he pulled it out and pressed it against her anus instead. As before he was not gentle, jamming his black thick cock against her hole, forcing it in as fast as he could.

He threw his hips forward and spiked his cock up her asshole, grunting with effort, ignoring her whimpers and sobs and moans as he buried his cock in her rectum, then began fucking it.

Elisabeth lay there in pain and misery and fear, her side aching, her head throbbing, and her crotch on tire with pain. For the second time in an hour she had been raped, and now, almost beyond belief, she was being brutally and savagely sodomized.

She had, of course, heard of ass fucking, but had never in a million years contemplated that anyone would ever do it to her. His cock felt like a log back there, tearing around in her guts with painful speed and force. But nothing could lesson the total shock to her mind. No one had ever treated her with such brutal cruelty, and she had no idea how to understand or cope with it. Joe terrified her, the fear so great it outweighed the terrible humiliation and discomfort.

She groaned weakly and miserably as he rodded his big cock back and forth in her asshole. She made no further attempt to twist away or evade him, knowing it was futile, and fearing what he would do if she resisted further.

His hands moved roughly on her slender body, slapping her ass cheeks, gripping her hips to jerk her back against him, then sliding under her chest to cup her breasts. He gripped her hair again, making her cry out in pain as he lifted her upright.

He slid his arms under hers, then jerked back, forcing her arms up and out as he locked his fingers together behind her head. He pulled back cruelly forcing her to arch her back painfully hard. At the same time he ground his loins up into her soft buttocks, twisting his cock around in her asshole.

 "You'll bring a good price."he panted.

She only groaned in pain.He shoved her forward again, and she only just caught herself before her face would have slammed into the table top. He gripped her thighs, jerking her legs apart, then threw a furious series of hard, fucking strokes up into her asshole.

"Gonna ream you out…girl" he panted.

His prick pounded up into her rectum with savage forced, pistoning inside her guts as her body shook in turmoil and her mind wailed in denial and fear and pain.

Then he came, groaning in pleasure as he spurted thick wads of juicy sperm, his lips drawn back in a snarl of triumph as he pumped his juice into her succulent young body.

He slowed his pumping then halted with a sigh of pleasure. He let his cock soften a little, then pulled it free of her asshole. Again he gripped her hair, pulling her off the table and onto her knees on the floor. He rubbed his cock with thick tangled chunks of her hair, then jerked her to her feet again. He dragged her across the room to the corner, then flung her towards the shower stall.She staggered and fell, clutching her side and sobbing pitifully.

"Clean yourself off," he sneered.

She sat huddled on the floor for long second, shaking and weeping, but fear of him drove her to her rubbery legs. She stumbled several times but managed to pull herself into the stall. There was no curtain or door and Joe showed no sign of leaving. Elisabeth fumbled at the knobs and water gushed out of the shower faucet. There was no hot water, only icy cold. She knew she had no choice, though, and tentatively stepped into it. She gasped and shivered, a wet, bedraggled, miserable sight as she scrunched her arms in and reached for the soap.

He sat back on the edge of a counter and folded his arms as he grinned in cruel amusement.

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