Biker Week Part Twenty - Biker Babe Using Dildo

 At home, I managed to help Amanda into the bedroom, and I collapsed

beside her on the bed.  Thirst and hunger awakened me, but Amanda slept

on. When she finally did awaken, she cried for hours.  She remembered a

lot, and I filled in what I could.  She said that after I was drugged,

they reduced her dose and she remembered becoming the “property” of the

club president for the rest of the time.  They had held us captive from

Friday afternoon until Thursday morning.

     Amanda was sore all over, but healed quickly.  We talked about it

and about trying to forget about it, but I knew I could never forget.

We knew where the garage was, but agreed that we couldn’t go to the

police because of the video Bronk shot of Amanda.  It would ruin our

careers at the school, where guilt or innocence wasn’t the issue, but

the image of propriety was.

     We had great difficulty talking, when we were together.  Vacation

was tense and we didn’t enjoy it at all.  We tried to resume our daily

routines, but Amanda was tense and restless and irritable.  Maybe I was,

too.  I found that Bourbon relaxed me.

     Finally, in the Fall, Amanda stayed home from school one day and

she was gone when I got home.  The following weekend, she showed up

sitting behind Otto, on the back of a Harley, dressed like a real biker

slut.  She quickly packed a small bag, got back on the bike, wrapped her

arms around the huge, filthy biker and that was the last I ever saw or

heard of her.

     And, what of Lizzie?  Well, soon after the weekend they kidnapped

us, she moved back with her Mommy and Daddy, cleaned herself up, became

`Elizabeth,’ again, went to an Ivy league college and married a Med

student.  She wore white at a big church wedding last Saturday.  I was

invited and went to the church, just to see it with my own two eyes.

She was beautiful and looked like she had never had a sexy thought in

her life.

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