`` Abduction '' it maybe not what you want

But you have to go for what is served

And if you harbor iniquity fancies

My Word of God are what you deserve ... ..

I've written my"abduction"story

In a format not to every-ones taste

But if you decide to continue

snatch a tissue, you know, just in case

My words are for one extra someone

A woman I completely adored

And although my belief still linger

She moved on and I moved abroad

Anyway, back to my story

And to give an initial insight

It tells of her part in a works-outing

Where alcoholic beverage flowed freely all night

When briefly away from her workmates

A meathead had made a crude play

Saying she looked to be open

To"rough judge"being dispensed her way

Speechless, she re-joined her comrades

Who told her about his intent

He picks up and takes away fair sex

With or without their consent

They said he's an insatiate monster

The committer of"Marathon"rapes

And some were said to last hour

Involving a whole bunch of his match

Her friends tell her Thomas More wicked floor

Of all manner of things that they do

To the adult female he takes with him

And insist that the floor are straight

They said he's never arrested

And immune from conviction for life

He has a crown-judge in his air pocket

Having filmed a"long night"with his wife



They said the first night that he"took"her

He didn't know she's the married woman of a nozzle

But after her foresightful dark of"aid"

For month, she"attended"each week

The word paste throughout her hi-circles

Other married woman felt a need to"attend"

> But that's a whole dissimilar narrative

You'll find there's a tie at the end…. <

Her friends say that some who go with him

Were never seen or heard from again

They were branded and taken to auction

And sold off to unscrupulous men

She knows her supporter were just joking

And the vexer was at her expense

‘ Cos getting away with such outrage

Just wouldn't have made any sense

But they say if she goes the next Friday

She'd better prepare in advance

To drop her life as a sex slave

If she falls prey to his sly verbal dance

They say he's always"recruiting"

And was in every Friday dark

They said to come back and confront him

And she drunkenly says she just might.

"Come alone succeeding workweek, then, we dare you"

Her friends urge her all in one voice

"But if you allow him to choose you away

He'll use you for 60 minutes .. no option ”.

Later, as they all were dispersing

She glanced back over her shoulder

And wondered if he'd be"recruiting"

Next week like her friends had all told her.

The guy had looked horrendous and brutish

The character who controls and commands

No doubt he could do what he wanted

To those who fell into his script

But for now she's too tipsy to think over

About coming back the next workweek

All she wants to do at that moment

Is go menage and get freight of sleep.

…………

Two night later, recalling the stories

Her iniquity phantasy begin to curb persuade

An unwholesome tingle starts building

At thoughts of kidnap and fleshly foul play

Remembering what her friend told her

She scrolls through some sickening picture

Is that what she'll get if ‘ he'picks her up ?

Her digit sleep with just what that means

They start to refer where they shouldn't

At sight of being taken away

And as they take on a life story of their own

She can't stop them having their way

... ... ... ..

After four hanker night of more affecting

His ‘ influence'is starting to fleet

But as Friday sun hangs low in the sky

decisiveness now have to be made

Just then her speech sound pings a content

Unnerving, it almost rings true

It's from a friend who had dared her

"Are you dreading this evening's rendezvous ?

But I bet that you still end up going

Dressed sexy to fall in the green luminousness

To his designs to abduct you

And get yourself gang-raped all nighttime"

Dismissing this unthinkable notion

She's still drawn like a moth to a flame.

And as her instincts cry"just rest away"

She decides to front all the same.

This clip around she flies alone

No back-up or well-disposed support

She knows of his grim reputation

And what she'll get if she gets herself ‘ caught'

………….. so

Swearing she's not out for"adventure"

But just fondness a pair of wines.

She preps and preens in close detail.

And vamp herself up to the nines

She'd been told he has a vicious ‘ hit list'

With its targets of wanton plan

But she doesn't know it's a short-list of one.

And tonight she is head of the line of descent

…………….

The bar is a judicious arena

And her heart thumps hard in her pectus

Coursing hot blood through her dead body

causing improper unrest

At showtime he just seems to ignore her

And throws a mere quick fleeting glance

But it tells him she's kept her naming

With his treacherous, sly game of probability

Nervous, but strangely excited

She drinks more wine than she should

Praying he doesn't come over

But secretly hoping he would

He watches her drink herself lightheaded

He ensures no-one else intervenes

Patient, he sharpens his talons

He's going to beak her apart at the seams.



Just when she thinks she's been let off the hook

And his previous pitch was all bravado

He sidles up-side when she goes to the bar

To discharge his cruel plans to abduct her

His atomic number 47 spiel is entrancing.

A well-practiced, seductive secret plan plan.

Underhanded. Erotic. Tenacious.

He won't quit ‘ til she's inside his van.

As he sweet-talks her, smooth and seductive.

Her defenses melt away, one by one.

If he can micro chip away all impedance,

Her arousal will tip her undone

He breathes to a greater extent Word of coquetry

Soft and sensuous into her ear

Saying she's sure to enjoy it

And that she has nothing to fear.

He says he'll be sort, slow and ennoble

That he'll make it erotic and fun

And as his fingers sneak up through her hair

Her capture has already begun

When his finger's breadth caress the nape of her neck opening,

It's talons which brush light on her skin.

And she thrills to the cerebration of abduction

As her dark fancy kick in.

Her subverter and growing arousal

attraction her deeper under his spell.

Allowing her back-stabbing demons

To sleep-walk her into sex hell.

She'll be like a lamb to the trouncing,

If her worst nightmare comes genuine.

But as her resistance chemise slowly away,

Her comeuppance is now over-due

He asks if she'd like to come with him

volition, and of free accord

To where they could get to be friendly

And where avenue could be explored

She knows wicked deeds could befall her

And she knows she has to decline

But it's arduous to give"No"as an solvent

When she's horny and heady with wine

He can see that she's started to waver

So he swings into activity plan"B"

A cute niggling game he has up his sleeve

Involving handcuffs, a daring and a key

Her optic undecided encompassing as if saucer

When he drops his ‘ cuffs on the bar

She immediately senses her peril

And knows this could go way too far

"Go on, I know that you want to"

As he waves a key in the air

"I'll buy you a drink if you try them,

Come on, it's only a dare."

"Oh no ! You've got to be joking"

She says with a reddening flush.

But she can't take her middle off the handcuff

Or deny that they gave her a bang

.

He wheedles his digit high into her tomentum

As he places a key on the bar

"I know that you're dying to try them

And to finger how thrilling they are"

Despite her gut feeling, and still shaking her head

The temptation proves severe to stand firm

And she disturbingly hears herself saying

"OK, but only one wrist."

Her flush is now goose-bumps as he picks up the ‘ manacle

And clicks one end to her carpus

"Now swing your blazonry round of drinks behind you"he says

"Go on.. please.. I insist"

In a play-act she's taking no further

Her coat of arms swing around to comply

But an accomplice has slinked up behind her

And wrist two gets clicked high and dry

"Hey, let me go, this isn't part of the deal"

She immediately starts to protest

"Oh no, you're right, I'm sorry"he says

"I didn't mean to stimulate you in a bad way ”.

"Here ”, he says"You take the key"

As he pulls at the waistline of her slacks

Then dropping the key straight down the front

He laughs as her affright attack

"Hey, how can I possibly reach it

Now that you've dropped it down there ?"

"Don't worry, I'll get it for you"he says

"Even if it's in your underwear.

But you'd advantageously behave and be silent.

In your interest, don't make a scene

‘ cos this bar is total of booze horn-dogs

And you're in handcuffs…. roll in the hay what I mean ?"

His fingers then snake where they shouldn't

In search of his circuitous prize

He can see this is just what she wanted

He can tell by the look in her eyes

Her legs scratch feeling like jelly

And she leans on the bar for support

Which offers a posture more obligate

free rein for his perfidious sport.

As his finger keep slowly advancing

She lets out a desperate moan

She knows she is tricky with arousal

And implications have finally hit home

His fingers slip down ever lower

Her sleeve are cuffed at her back

She's hang over with legs all akimbo

And can't stop his sordid tone-beginning

A fingerbreadth alight on its quarry

Then massages slow up and down

And just to compound her torment

His thumb circles slow round and round

As he explores even further

Her legs set out to afford way

But he continues his finger's breadth dance legerdemain

And their brazen and claiming ballet

A finger now gaining full trespass

Another one chute by its side

working her ever more firmly

workings her ever more wide

trio fingers then round out her rag

triplet fingers which do what they will

Three finger now slick with her juice

terzetto finger's breadth which just fit the bill

She hates him for being such a whoreson

She hates him for being so uncouth

She hates him for saying she'd like it

She hates him for knowing the truth.

He tells her that he could now have her

Bent over, right now and right here

And that no-one would step in to help her

In fact, they would probably cheer.

She knows she can't let that befall

Drunk horn-dogs were sure to link up in

"Oh no, not now, not here ”, She pleads.

"Where then ?"he scoffs"Let's go and begin."



"That's not what I meant and you know it"

Annoyed that he'd twisted her words

"Too late, I'm taking you with me,"he says,

"To touch some horny jail-birds ”.

His cloggy arm then swings around her

Effectively sealing her fate

A mantle is flung over her shoulders

And now it's too late to escape

The ness hides the ‘ turnup that control her

His arm guides her out through the doorway

She's marched to a van which is waiting

A van she has been in before

close time the driver was friendly

A Ilex paraguariensis she thought she knew well

But he knows all about her dark fancies

Of abduction into lawless sex-hell

So this ride is not a conveyance

Where the driver is sweet and obliging

He's taking her to her spoilt incubus

And drab effect are doing the driving

> > > >



If you continue on reading

It's you who has taken the bait

You've gone and exposed your own predilection

So retain version to witness your fate.

The chronicle about your snatcher

Have almost hit on the nail

He has a clandestine contract

With a unsmooth and hard local jail.



He goes to the pub every Friday

Exploiting the deep secrets within

Those who harbor dark fantasy

And your penchant has seen you sucked in.

So now you've been tricked into handcuffs

You've been frog-marched out to his van

You know you should really intercept version

But if you're horny, I doubt that you can

> >. > .. > >

Exploiting sour intellection of abduction

The"recruiter"has sucked you right in

You only have yourself to pick

As you let your nightmare begin

The door to his van slides wide heart-to-heart

Two henchman then haul you inside

The door slams shut causing darkness

Now there's nowhere to run or to hide

Hands then sprain you and turn you

This way and that, who knows where

Manhandled with unaffectionate roughness

You're pushed into some sort of chair

"We're all wearing night-vision goggles,"

You hear a growling articulation say

"We know you're ineffectual to see us

But we can see you, plain as day."

A smelly old rag is then pushed in your mouth

A tie-band then holds it in place

Then an explosion of blinding blank principal

As a hand slaps you hard in your face

"Now listen up close little girly"

As a bridge player grips you firm on your chin

"If you would care to see morn

Then you'd better relax and give in"



"Do you want to make this thing easy

Or go down the intemperately path instead ?"

Knowing there now seems no pick

You give a slight nod of your header

"Good girl, you gave the right-hand solvent

We also want you to give birth fun

And not have got knife-cuts and bruise

Before the biz's even begun

But I'm here to give you fair warning

I'm not gon na lie and pretend

There might be red wealds on your articulatio talocruralis and wrist joint

By the clip we get to the end"

You give a dry draught and a chill

At the thought of what lay ahead

But your psyche goes dummy with another gruelling slap

As a lens hood then encases your promontory

The hood has some kind of hemming

Which seems to gird your neck

You feel its buckle being latched into place

Your luck has just cashed a bad bank check

You then sense some kind of movement

Your trip is now underway

They fiddle about with your handcuff

And you feel them being taken away

As hand start tugging the slope of your top

You feel it being slowly removed

Your racy new bra then comes into view

A wolf-whistle shows it's been approved

By physiological reaction you automatically lift up your weapon

As your top slides up over your headspring

You want to drop your blazonry down again

But rough hands hold them heights up instead

You hear the tink-chinkle of handcuffs

And your carpus are ensnared once again

But this clock time you can't get your weapon down

They've be hung up on some sort of string

Hands then pull surd on your articulatio talocruralis

Stretching you out by your feet

Your whole body just seems to go airborne

Pulling you out of your seat

You feel you're at a mad angle

Your arms are still up in the air

You're being stretched out like a knoll

The line on your wrists hard to bear

Some kind of table slides under your back

Supporting the weight of your soundbox

Releasing the stock of the handcuffs

Which briefly had been quite ungodly

Now laid on your rear horizontal

Hands pull at the heel of your shoes

"Tonight there'll be no more walk

So, don't worry, you've nothing to lose"

Hands then pull at your leggings

You're being relieved of your morass

"We're just making sure you are ready"

As your thigh get a couple of smacks

Already relieved of your footwear

Your feet are raised, one at a meter

You feel them being wiped with warm liquid

It's bizarre, but feels quite sublime.

"I bet you can't guesswork what we're doing"

A voice coos, unnervingly sweet

"Tonight, there's no music for dancing

But you'll swing to an alternate beat."

You feel some kind of hard stockings

Being eased into plaza on your metrical unit

The warm liquid state has furnished them slippery

So your"socks"fit you tight, snug and neat

"These are for when we suspend you

When you're naked and hung upside down

Ready to meet your dancing tutor

Who will really rack up you around."

Oh no ! Those news weren't expected

A terrifying bit of events

"But the deal is,"he adds"co-operate,

"And we could dispense with taking such lengths."

You're relieved to learn an escape-route

He studies you close for response

You nod your head like a daimon

It's exactly just what he wants

"So you do want a gustatory perception of the bull-whip

To finger the warm glow of its kiss

To dance to its hypnotic rhythm

And come to welcome the sound of its hiss ?

His words make you writhe in a terror

Frantic"MmmmMMmMmm"s emit from your hood

"Don't worry, the private instructor's an expert,"he mocks

"You'll dance well when he's whipping you good.

But I'm sure he'll be form and extract your gag

Before extracting your shrieking

Your cavorting will induce the mob's passions to rise

You'll be the hot missy of their dreams"

Your psyche is a vortex in meltdown

Straight thinking now torn up in shreds

It consumes and diverts your tending

You don't notice they're spreading your branch

Your"socks"have neat lilliputian eye-hooks

The van has saloon either side

The tautness is steadily building

Tight ropes withstand your legs open astray

Then hands with design of wrong-doing

Pull down on the root of your thong

You feel a intemperately foreign object

Probing where it don't belong

Unable to stop its trespass

It relentlessly slides into place

A click starts a unbendable low buzzing

You flush as your heart and soul starts to slipstream

Still wet from your"enforced"arousal

And despite your degrading mistreat

The buzzing sends you unrelenting

To the brink of in large quantities defeat

The vibrations are wholly consuming

The waving coming fast and intense

They break down your final resistor

They breach your last line of vindication

In a haze of orgasmic deflection

Which lasts for … you don't know how long

A sudden tart pain jolts you back down to earth

If you thought they were done … you were wrong

The pain in the ass is a scratch … a sting on your breast

Causing"MMmmmMmm"s which you quickly regret

"My, my, you seem to enjoy that,"he laughs

"That's for later, baby, not quite yet."

"I suppose you should know where we're going"

There's a sinister tone to his vocalization

"It's to meet some sex-hungry inmate

If you want to ….. Oh, sorry …… no choice"

You feel a dull point slowly tracing

Some definite line of merchandise on your peel

"Don't worry, it's just an ink marker

With a message, before we begin

.It's to the aforementioned convicts

You're about to go"entertain"

It says"I'm here for your delight"

I think that should make it quite plain

But some of the toughie are illiterate

So there's arrows pointing this way and that

To bid a fully set of option

As, in number, they go in to bat.



So let me explain what will fall out

When you're served on a home to this crew.

They've been champing with sexed-up aggression.

And can't wait to get their rough handwriting on you

Violation, degradation and sexual maltreatment

Not to mention being repeatedly raped

But there's something we've kept as a secret ..…

Your ordeal will be video-taped.

But it won't reveal any shackles.

Nor party whip. Nor close masking mag tape

Or how you'll spend the side by side hour

beingness"tutored"and licked into anatomy

It'll book you orgasmed freely

Convulsing and bucking away

Implying you loved every moment

An abandoned and trifle away display

Without any trial impression of wrong-doing

The bunch will be gifted resign rein

They can come anytime and abduct you

And they will do …. again and again

And there's goose egg you can do to stop them

Blackmailed by a video tape

So when you're dark partiality come knocking

They'll be fully in charge of your fate

They'll sneak up behind you and grab you

You'll be stripped and gag masking taped

You'll be thrown on a dirty old mattress

Then held down and repeatedly raped

So if you're now hot from my story

And my parole have brought you undone

Make your own finger's breadth now have you

And don't stop ‘ till they've made you cum.

> > > > > > > > > >

All the above, you brought on yourself

When you let your secret on purpose escape

I know you be intimate your dark fancies

But I hope non ever really take berth

> > > > > > > >

Now, what of this cleaning woman who was inside my van

The one I just took for a drive ?

Well, she still has her underwear on

But the vibrator still buzzes inside

I scoop up all her belonging

And place them inside a big bag

I ensure that aught is missing,

Then move out her hood and her gag

Releasing the ‘ cuff circle which held her

I stand her up on my hi-top van floor

I fix a blindfold to cover her center

Then set her unblock outside her front end door

It's cold and it's three in the morning

Her belonging and mansion key in hand

The van and its driver do a runner

Her"abduction"was fully pre-planned

She anxiously rips off her blind-fold

She's in underwear and open alone

Her eyes adjust into focussing

She sees she's outside her own menage

She feels the vibe is still buzzing

"Smart-asses, that's just real cute"

She anxiously looks down at her squelchy wet ft

On each foot there's a Wellington charge

.……

I know she loves her non-white fantasy

But not to let them bring her ruined

She knows I can drop a line bawdy poems

So I've gave her one ……. Just for fun.

xxx mu