`` Abduction '' it maybe not what you want

But you have to accept what is served

And if you harbor dark fancies

My words are what you deserve ... ..

I've written my"abduction"news report

In a format not to every-ones taste

But if you decide to continue

snap a tissue, you know, just in causa

My Good Book are for one special soul

A woman I completely adored

And although my feelings still linger

She moved on and I moved abroad

Anyway, back to my story

And to give an initial brainwave

It tells of her part in a works-outing

Where alcohol flowed freely all night

When briefly away from her workmates

A meathead had made a fossil oil maneuver

Saying she looked to be open

To"rough justness"being dispensed her way

Speechless, she re-joined her brother

Who told her about his design

He picks up and takes away women

With or without their consent

They said he's an insatiate giant

The committer of"Marathon"rapes

And some were said to last hours

Involving a unit bunch of his mates

Her friends enjoin her more arch floor

Of all manner of things that they do

To the fair sex he takes with him

And insist that the chronicle are truthful

They said he's never arrested

And immune from article of faith for life

He has a crown-judge in his pocket

Having filmed a"long Night"with his wife



They said the foremost night that he"took"her

He didn't know she's the wife of a beak

But after her hanker night of"attention"

For calendar month, she"pay heed"each week

The tidings spread head throughout her hi-circles

former wives felt a want to"assist"

> But that's a unanimous different story

You'll find there's a link 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 friends 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 approach

To spend her life-time as a sex slave

If she falls fair game to his sly verbal saltation

They say he's always"recruiting"

And was in every Friday night

They said to hail back and confront him

And she drunkenly says she just might.

"Come alone next week, then, we dare you"

Her friends urge her all in one voice

"But if you allow him to submit you away

He'll use you for hours .. no choice ”.

Later, as they all were dispersing

She glanced back over her shoulder joint

And wondered if he'd be"recruiting"

Next hebdomad like her admirer had all told her.

The guy had looked direful and beastly

The type who controls and commands

No dubiety he could do what he wanted

To those who fell into his hand

But for now she's too tipsy to ponder

About coming back the next workweek

All she wants to do at that here and now

Is go home and get loads of sleep.

…………

Two nights later, recalling the stories

Her dark fancies begin to obligate rock

An unwholesome tingle starts building

At thoughts of kidnap and carnal foul play

Remembering what her friends told her

She scrolls through some sickening scenes

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

Her fingers get laid just what that means

They start to affect where they shouldn't

At visions of being taken away

And as they take on a life of their own

She can't quit them having their way

... ... ... ..

After four foresighted Nox of more touching

His ‘ influence'is starting to fade

But as Friday sun hangs low in the sky

decisiveness now have to be made

Just then her telephone set pings a content

Unnerving, it almost rings true

It's from a booster who had dared her

"Are you dreading tonight's rendezvous ?

But I bet that you still end up going

Dressed sexy to give the green light

To his intention to nobble you

And get yourself gang-raped all nighttime"

Dismissing this unthinkable whimsy

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

And as her instincts scream"just stay away"

She decides to look all the same.

This fourth dimension around she flies solo

No back-up or friendly bread and butter

She knows of his dispirited report

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

………….. so

Swearing she's not out for"adventure"

But just partiality a couple of wines.

She preps and preens in close detail.

And vamp herself up to the baseball club

She'd been told he has a roughshod ‘ hit tilt'

With its mark of wanton purpose

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

And tonight she is headway of the cable

…………….

The bar is a heady arena

And her heart thumps hard in her dresser

Coursing hot blood through her torso

Causing improper unrest

At first he just seems to ignore her

And throws a simple quick fleeting coup d'oeil

But it tells him she's kept her appointment

With his unreliable, sly biz of chance

Nervous, but strangely excited

She drinks more wine-coloured than she should

Praying he doesn't come over

But secretly hoping he would

He watches her swallow herself dizzy

He ensures no-one else intervenes

Patient, he sharpens his talons

He's going to pick 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 architectural plan to nobble her

His silver line of gab is entrancing.

A well-practiced, seductive plot 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 chip away all immunity,

Her arousal will tip her undone

He breathes more Holy Scripture of flirting

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 kind, slow and assuage

That he'll take it titillating and fun

And as his fingers sneak up through her hair

Her capture has already begun

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

It's talons which brush light on her skin.

And she thrills to the opinion of abduction

As her moody fancies kick in.

Her subversive and growing arousal

Draws her deeper under his piece.

Allowing her back-stabbing demons

To sleep-walk her into sex hell.

She'll be like a lamb to the drubbing,

If her worst incubus comes true.

But as her electrical resistance slips slowly away,

Her comeuppance is now over-due

He asks if she'd like to fall with him

Willing, and of free agreement

To where they could get to be friendly

And where avenues could be explored

She knows wicked works could befall her

And she knows she has to reject

But it's hard to fall in"No"as an resolution

When she's horny and heady with wine

He can see that she's started to waver

So he swings into action plan"B"

A cute little game he has up his sleeve

Involving handcuff, a dare and a key

Her oculus open up wide as if saucers

When he drops his ‘ manacle 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 crapulence if you try them,

ejaculate 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 oculus off the handcuffs

Or deny that they gave her a rush

.

He wheedles his fingers high into her hair

As he places a key on the bar

"I know that you're dying to try them

And to palpate how thrilling they are"

Despite her gut intuitive feeling, and still shaking her head

The temptation proves knockout to resist

And she disturbingly hears herself saying

"OK, but only one wrist."

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

And clicks one end to her wrist

"Now swing your blazon round behind you"he says

"Go on.. please.. I insist"

In a play-act she's taking no far

Her arms swing around to follow

But an accomplice has slinked up behind her

And wrist two gets clicked high and dry

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

She immediately starts to resist

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

"I didn't mean to make you distressed ”.

"Here ”, he says"You take the key"

As he pulls at the waist of her slacks

Then dropping the key straight down the front

He laughs as her panic 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 better behave and be silent.

In your pursuit, don't make a scenery

‘ cos this bar is full of drunk horn-dogs

And you're in handcuffs…. be intimate what I mean ?"

His finger's breadth then snake where they shouldn't

In lookup of his oblique loot

He can see this is just what she wanted

He can differentiate by the expression in her centre

Her ramification start feeling like jelly

And she leans on the bar for support

Which offers a stance more obliging

Free rein for his unreliable sport.

As his fingerbreadth keep slowly advancing

She lets out a heroic moan

She knows she is slick magazine with arousal

And significance have finally hit home

His fingers slip down ever lower

Her arms are cuffed at her back

She's bent over with stage all akimbo

And can't stop his sordid attack

A finger alight on its butt

Then massages slow up and down

And just to heighten her anguish

His thumb circle slow round and turn

As he explores even further

Her legs begin to yield way

But he continues his fingerbreadth dance thaumaturgy

And their brazen and claiming ballet

A finger's breadth now gaining entire violation

Another one sliding board by its incline

Working her ever more firmly

workings her ever more wide

3 finger then round out her rack

Three fingers which do what they will

triplet fingers now slick with her succus

Three digit which just fit the visor

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 happen

drunkard horn-dogs were surely to join 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 news

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

"To meet some horny jail-birds ”.

His intemperate arm then swing music around her

Effectively sealing her destiny

A cape is flung over her berm

And now it's too late to fly the coop

The ness hides the ‘ cuff that control her

His arm guides her out through the room access

She's marched to a van which is waiting

A van she has been in before

live on fourth dimension the driver was friendly

A teammate 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 unsound nightmare

And dark 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 penchant

So proceed reading to witness your fate.

The fib about your abductor

Have almost hit on the nail

He has a clandestine contract bridge

With a rough and strong-armer local jail.



He goes to the pub every Friday

Exploiting the deeply secret within

Those who harbor wickedness partiality

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 block reading

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

> >. > .. > >

Exploiting dark-skinned sentiment of abduction

The"recruiter"has sucked you right in

You only have yourself to blame

As you let your nightmare begin

The doorway to his van playground slide wide capable

Two henchmen then haul you inside

The door slams shut causing darkness

Now there's nowhere to run or to hide

Hands then pervert you and sprain you

This way and that, who knows where

Manhandled with uncaring harshness

You're pushed into some kind of hot seat

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

You hear a growling voice say

"We know you're unable to see us

But we can see you, plain as day."

A smelly old rag is then pushed in your mouthpiece

A tie-band then holds it in place

Then an explosion of blinding albumen star topology

As a hand slaps you hard in your side

"Now listen up close little girly"

As a hand clench you firm on your chin

"If you would like to see morning

Then you'd better relax and sacrifice in"



"Do you want to make up this affair sluttish

Or go down the surd path instead ?"

Knowing there now seems no option

You give a slight nod of your top dog

"Good miss, you gave the right answer

We also want you to ingest fun

And not have knife-cuts and bruises

Before the game's even begun

But I'm here to give you fair warning

I'm not gon na lie and dissemble

There might be red wealds on your articulatio talocruralis and wrists

By the time we get to the end"

You give a dry gulp and a tingle

At the thought of what lay ahead

But your mind goes blank shell with another hard smacking

As a hood then encases your head

The cowl has some form of hemming

Which seems to circle your neck

You feel its buckle being latched into place

Your hazard has just cashed a bad bank check

You then sense some kind of motion

Your trip is now underway

They fiddle about with your cuff

And you feel them being taken away

As hired hand start tugging the face of your top

You feel it being slowly removed

Your racy new bra then comes into view

A wolf-whistle appearance it's been approved

By inborn reflex you automatically rescind up your limb

As your top slides up over your head

You want to drop your arms down again

But rough hands hold them high up instead

You hear the tink-chinkle of handlock

And your wrists are ensnared once again

But this time you can't get your limb down

They've be hung up on some kind of chain

Hands then pull hard on your ankles

Stretching you out by your metrical foot

Your whole trunk 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 hammock

The strain on your articulatio radiocarpea hard to bear

Some kind of table chute under your back

Supporting the system of weights of your consistence

Releasing the melody of the handcuff

Which briefly had been quite ungodly

Now laid on your back horizontal

bridge player pulling at the dog of your shoes

"Tonight there'll be no more walking

So, don't worry, you've nothing to fall behind"

mitt then pull at your leggings

You're being relieved of your quag

"We're just making for certain you are set up"

As your thigh get a couple of smacks

Already relieved of your footwear

Your feet are raised, one at a time

You feel them being wiped with ardent liquid

It's outlandish, but feels quite sublime.

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

A phonation coos, unnervingly sweet

"Tonight, there's no music for dancing

But you'll swing to an alternative beat."

You feel some sort of hard stockings

beingness eased into station on your ft

The warm liquid has furnished them slippery

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

"These are for when we suspend you

When you're naked and hang up upside down

Ready to meet your dance private instructor

Who will really worst you around."

Oh no ! Those words weren't expected

A terrifying turn of events

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

"And we could dispense with taking such lengths."

You're relieved to hear an escape-route

He studies you close for response

You nod your head like a daemon

It's exactly just what he wants

"So you do require a perceptiveness of the bull-whip

To feel the warm glow of its buss

To trip the light fantastic toe to its hypnotic rhythm

And come to welcome the speech sound of its hiss ?

His words make you writhe in a panic

Frantic"MmmmMMmMmm"s emit from your hoodlum

"Don't concern, the tutor's an expert,"he mocks

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

But I'm sure he'll be kind and express your gag

Before extracting your shrieking

Your cavorting will induce the pack's mania to rebel

You'll be the hot girl of their dreams"

Your mind is a maelstrom in meltdown

heterosexual thinking now torn up in smidgeon

It consumes and diverts your attention

You don't placard they're spreading your legs

Your"sock"have tasteful fiddling eye-hooks

The van has bars either incline

The tension is steadily building

Tight ropes take hold your leg open all-embracing

Then hands with purport of wrong-doing

puff down on the pedestal of your G-string

You feel a concentrated foreign object

Probing where it don't belong

Unable to block off its invasion

It relentlessly slides into home

A chink starts a steady low buzzing

You flush as your core starts to subspecies

Still wet from your"enforced"foreplay

And despite your degrading mistreat

The buzzing sends you unrelenting

To the brink of sweeping defeat

The quivering are wholly consuming

The Wave coming fast and acute

They break down your final resistance

They breach your final line of defense reaction

In a haze of orgasmic refraction

Which lasts for … you don't get laid how longsighted

A sudden shrill bother shock you back down to earth

If you thought they were done … you were untimely

The annoyance is a scraping … a sting on your titty

Causing"MMmmmMmm"s which you quickly rue

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

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

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

There's a sinister tone to his voice

"It's to touch some sex-hungry yard bird

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

You feel a dull item slowly tracing

Some definite lines on your skin

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

With a content, before we begin

.It's to the aforementioned convict

You're about to go"entertain"

It says"I'm here for your joy"

I think that should spend a penny it quite plain

But some of the thugs are ignorant

So there's arrows pointing this way and that

To offer up a full set of selection

As, in spell, they go in to bat.



So let me explain what will happen

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 hired hand on you

Violation, degradation and sexual ill-treatment

Not to advert 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 whip. Nor tight masking tape

Or how you'll spend the following hour

being"tutored"and licked into cast

It'll phonograph record you orgasmed freely

Convulsing and bucking away

Implying you loved every minute

An abandoned and easy display

Without any substantiation of wrong-doing

The bunch will be gifted gratuitous rein

They can add up anytime and kidnap you

And they will do …. again and again

And there's zilch you can do to cease them

Blackmailed by a TV tapeline

So when you're dark fondness come knocking

They'll be fully in commission of your fate

They'll stoolpigeon up behind you and seize you

You'll be stripped and gag masking taped

You'll be thrown on a soil old mattress

Then held down and repeatedly raped

So if you're now hot from my story

And my Christian Bible have brought you undone

brand your own fingers now have you

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

> > > > > > > > > >

All the above, you brought on yourself

When you let your secret on purpose escape

I know you love your non-white fancies

But I hope non ever really take shoes

> > > > > > > >

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 naught is missing,

Then bump off her punk and her gag

Releasing the ‘ handlock rope which held her

I stand her up on my hi-top van floor

I fix a blindfold to cover her eyes

Then set her free outside her front door

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

Her belonging and house key in handwriting

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 outdoors alone

Her eyes adjust into focus

She sees she's outside her own home

She feels the vibration is still buzzing

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

She anxiously looks down at her squelchy wet feet

On each foot there's a wellington boot

.……

I know she loves her dark fancies

But not to let them make for her undone

She knows I can save off-color poems

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

xxx mu