`` Abduction '' it maybe not what you want

But you have to accept what is served

And if you harbor dark fancy

My words are what you deserve ... ..

I've written my"abduction"story

In a format not to every-ones taste

But if you decide to continue

Grab a tissue, you know, just in case

My countersign are for one limited mortal

A woman I completely adored

And although my notion still linger

She moved on and I moved abroad

Anyway, back to my story

And to give an initial insight

It tells of her theatrical role in a works-outing

Where alcohol flowed freely all night

When briefly away from her workmates

A meathead had made a vulgar looseness

Saying she looked to be unresolved

To"rough Department of Justice"being dispensed her way

Speechless, she re-joined her comrades

Who told her about his intent

He picks up and takes away women

With or without their consent

They said he's an unsatiable monster

The committer of"marathon"rapes

And some were said to last hours

Involving a unharmed bunch of his mates

Her friends tell her More foul stories

Of all manner of things that they do

To the womanhood he takes with him

And insist that the storey are true

They said he's never arrested

And immune from conviction for lifespan

He has a crown-judge in his sac

Having filmed a"long night"with his wife



They said the outset night that he"took"her

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

But after her long nighttime of"attention"

For months, she"attended"each week

The news show spread throughout her hi-circles

Other wives felt a need to"go to"

> But that's a all dissimilar story

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

Her champion 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 tease was at her disbursal

‘ Cos getting away with such outrage

Just wouldn't have made any sentiency

But they say if she goes the next Friday

She'd good prepare in rise

To expend her life as a sex hard worker

If she falls prey to his sly verbal dance

They say he's always"recruiting"

And was in every Fri night

They said to come back and confront him

And she drunkenly says she just might.

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

Her friends urge her all in one voice

"But if you allow him to hold you away

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

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 type who controls and commands

No doubt he could do what he wanted

To those who fell into his workforce

But for now she's too tipsy to ponder

About coming back the next workweek

All she wants to do at that import

Is go dwelling and get loads of sleep.

…………

Two nights later, recalling the stories

Her wickedness fancies begin to hold careen

An unwholesome tingle starts building

At thoughts of kidnap and carnal foul play

Remembering what her friends told her

She scrolls through some sickening view

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

Her finger know just what that means

They start to touch where they shouldn't

At visions of being taken away

And as they take on a life of their own

She can't stop them having their way

... ... ... ..

After four farseeing nights of more touching

His ‘ influence'is starting to fade

But as Friday sun hangs low in the sky

Decisions now have to be made

Just then her speech sound Ping a message

Unnerving, it almost rings on-key

It's from a ally who had dared her

"Are you dreading tonight's rendezvous ?

But I bet that you still end up going

Dressed sexy to reach the green light

To his excogitation 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 instinct scream"just stay away"

She decides to front all the same.

This time around she flies solo

No back-up or friendly support

She knows of his grim report

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

………….. so

Swearing she's not out for"adventure"

But just illusion a couple of wines.

She preps and preens in skinny detail.

And vamps herself up to the nines

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

With its targets of wanton design

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

And tonight she is head of the demarcation

…………….

The bar is a heady arena

And her core thumps hard in her chest

Coursing hot rip through her body

Causing unconventional agitation

At first he just seems to ignore her

And throws a bare quick fleeting coup d'oeil

But it tells him she's kept her naming

With his treacherous, sly game of chance

Nervous, but strangely excited

She drinks to a greater extent wine than she should

Praying he doesn't come over

But secretly hoping he would

He watches her drinking herself vertiginous

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 hooking

And his premature sales talk was all braggadocio

He sidles up-side when she goes to the bar

To discharge his cruel program to abduct her

His silver line of gab is entrancing.

A well-practiced, seductive game plan.

Underhanded. Erotic. Tenacious.

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

As he sweet-talks her, bland and seductive.

Her defenses melt away, one by one.

If he can chip away all resistance,

Her foreplay will tip her undone

He breathes More words of flirtation

Soft and sensuous into her ear

Saying she's sure to bask it

And that she has nothing to fear.

He says he'll be variety, slow and blue

That he'll ca-ca it erotic and fun

And as his fingers sneak up through her hair

Her capture has already begun

When his fingers caress the nape of her neck opening,

It's talons which brush light on her skin.

And she thrills to the opinion of abduction

As her dark fancies kick in.

Her subversive and growing arousal

lot her deeper under his spell.

Allowing her back-stabbing demons

To sleep-walk her into sex hell.

She'll be like a Elia to the butchery,

If her sorry nightmare comes dependable.

But as her electrical resistance slips slowly away,

Her comeupance is now over-due

He asks if she'd like to come with him

willing, and of free accord

To where they could get to be well-disposed

And where avenues could be explored

She knows wicked deeds could bechance her

And she knows she has to refuse

But it's knockout to give"No"as an answer

When she's horny and heady with wine

He can see that she's started to waver

So he vacillation into action design"B"

A cute little game he has up his sleeve

Involving handcuffs, a dare and a key

Her eyes clear all-embracing as if dish antenna

When he drops his ‘ cuffs on the bar

She immediately senses her jeopardise

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 drinking if you try them,

cum on, it's only a dare."

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

She says with a reddening flush.

But she can't pack her optic off the handcuffs

Or deny that they gave her a haste

.

He wheedles his fingerbreadth high into her pilus

As he places a key on the bar

"I know that you're demise to try them

And to feel how thrilling they are"

Despite her gut feeling, and still shaking her head

The temptation proves difficult to resist

And she disturbingly hears herself saying

"OK, but only one wrist."

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

And clicks one end to her wrist

"Now swing your arms round behind you"he says

"Go on.. please.. I insist"

In a play-act she's taking no encourage

Her limb 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 component of the deal"

She immediately starts to resist

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

"I didn't mean to micturate 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 figurehead

He laughs as her affright attacks

"Hey, how can I possibly reach it

Now that you've dropped it down there ?"

"Don't trouble, 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 interest, don't make a scene

‘ cos this bar is full of drunk horn-dogs

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

His fingers then snake where they shouldn't

In search of his circuitous pillage

He can see this is just what she wanted

He can tell by the flavour in her optic

Her legs start feeling like jelly

And she leans on the bar for support

Which offers a posture more obliging

free rein for his treacherous sport.

As his fingers keep slowly advancing

She lets out a heroic groan

She knows she is sly with stimulation

And implications have finally hit family

His digit slip down ever glower

Her implements of war are cuffed at her back

She's bent over with ramification all akimbo

And can't barricade his sordid onset

A finger's breadth alight on its target

Then massages slow up and down

And just to heighten her torment

His thumb circle slow round of drinks and round

As he explores even further

Her legs begin to chip in way

But he continues his finger's breadth terpsichore magic

And their brazen and claiming ballet

A finger now gaining wide-cut intrusion

Another one slides by its side

Working her ever more firmly

workings her ever more wide-cut

Three digit then round out her anguish

trine digit which do what they will

trinity fingers now slick with her juices

Three finger which just fit the neb

She hates him for being such a SOB

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 sustain her

bent over, right now and right here

And that no-one would pace in to help her

In fact, they would probably cheer.

She knows she can't let that take place

sot horn-dogs were sure to connect 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 meet some horny jail-birds ”.

His heavy arm then golf shot around her

Effectively sealing her fate

A mantle is flung over her shoulders

And now it's too recently to break loose

The cape hides the ‘ cuffs that control her

His arm guides her out through the door

She's marched to a van which is waiting

A van she has been in before

hold up time the driver was friendly

A better half she thought she knew well

But he knows all about her sorry phantasy

Of abduction into lawless sex-hell

So this ride is not a transport

Where the driver is mellifluous and obliging

He's taking her to her worst incubus

And dark strength are doing the driving

> > > >



If you continue on reading

It's you who has taken the bait

You've gone and exposed your own taste

So keep indication to find your fate.

The stories about your abductor

Have almost hit on the nail

He has a clandestine contract

With a uncut and rowdy local jail.



He goes to the pub every Friday

Exploiting the late mystery within

Those who harbor sinister fondness

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 lay off Reading

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

> >. > .. > >

Exploiting dreary cerebration of abduction

The"recruiter"has sucked you right in

You only have yourself to blame

As you let your nightmare get

The room access to his van slides wide open

Two henchmen then haul you inside

The doorway slams shut causing duskiness

Now there's nowhere to run or to hide out

Hands then twist you and turn you

This way and that, who knows where

Manhandled with uncaring roughness

You're pushed into some kind of chair

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

You hear a rumble part 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 mouth

A tie-band then holds it in home

Then an blowup of blinding whiten hotshot

As a mitt slaps you punishing in your face

"Now listen up close little girly"

As a hand clutches you firm on your Chin

"If you would like to see break of the day

Then you'd sound relax and fall in in"



"Do you want to make this thing easy

Or go down the hard route instead ?"

Knowing there now seems no option

You give a slight nod of your head

"Good girl, you gave the justly answer

We also want you to have fun

And not throw 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 venture

There might be red wealds on your ankle and wrist

By the meter we get to the end"

You give a dry gulp and a shake

At the intellection of what lay ahead

But your mind goes blank shell with another firmly smack

As a hood then encases your mind

The toughie has some kind of hemming

Which seems to encircle your neck

You feel its buckle being latched into place

Your chance has just cashed a bad cheque

You then sense some kind of motion

Your trip-up is now underway

They fiddle about with your cuff

And you feel them being taken away

As hands start tugging the sides 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 innate reflex you automatically elevate up your arms

As your top slides up over your head word

You want to shake off your weaponry down again

But rasping deal hold them high up instead

You hear the tink-chinkle of manacle

And your wrists are ensnared once again

But this metre you can't get your arms down

They've be hung up on some kind of chain

Hands then pull hard on your ankle joint

Stretching you out by your feet

Your all body just seems to go airborne

Pulling you out of your seat

You feel you're at a mad angle

Your coat of arms are still up in the air

You're being stretched out like a hummock

The strain on your wrists hard to bear

Some kind of remit slide under your back

Supporting the exercising weight of your body

Releasing the strain of the handcuffs

Which briefly had been quite iniquitous

Now laid on your backbone horizontal

manus wrench at the heels of your shoes

"Tonight there'll be no more walking

So, don't worry, you've cipher to lose"

hands then pull at your leggings

You're being relieved of your falling off

"We're just making sure you are ready"

As your thigh get a couple of smacks

Already relieved of your footgear

Your invertebrate foot are raised, one at a time

You feel them being wiped with warmly liquid

It's bizarre, but feels quite sublime.

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

A voice coos, unnervingly sweet

"Tonight, there's no medicine for dancing

But you'll swing to an alternative beat."

You feel some form of firmly stockings

organism eased into billet on your feet

The warm liquid has furnished them slippery

So your"windsock"fit you tight, snuggery and refined

"These are for when we suspend you

When you're bare and give ear upside down

Ready to meet your saltation tutor

Who will really mop up 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 distribute with taking such lengths."

You're relieved to see an escape-route

He study you close for reply

You nod your chief like a monster

It's exactly just what he wants

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

To feel the strong glow of its kiss

To dance to its hypnotic rhythm

And come to welcome the auditory sensation of its hushing ?

His Word make you writhe in a panic

Frantic"MmmmMMmMmm"s emit from your hood

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

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

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

Before extracting your screams

Your cavorting will cause the crew's rage to rise

You'll be the red-hot girl of their dreams"

Your mind is a maelstrom in nuclear meltdown

Straight thinking now torn up in smidgen

It consumes and diverts your attention

You don't notice they're spreading your legs

Your"socks"have neat trivial eye-hooks

The van has bars either face

The latent hostility is steadily building

Tight ropes keep your stage open astray

Then hands with purport of wrong-doing

pulling down on the basis of your thong

You feel a hard foreign target

Probing where it don't belong

Unable to bar its intrusion

It relentlessly slides into place

A clink starts a steady low buzzing

You flush as your heart starts to raceway

Still wet from your"enforced"arousal

And despite your degrading mistreat

The buzzing sends you unrelenting

To the brink of wholesale defeat

The quiver are wholly consuming

The waves coming fast and vivid

They break down your final examination resistivity

They breach your last-place business line of defence

In a haze of orgasmic deflection

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

A sudden sharp pain sensation jolts you back down to earth

If you thought they were done … you were untimely

The pain is a scratch … a sting on your breast

Causing"MMmmmMmm"s which you quickly regret

"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 come across some sex-hungry convicts

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

You feel a softened distributor point slowly tracing

Some definite demarcation on your skin

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

With a message, before we begin

.It's to the aforementioned convict

You're about to go"entertain"

It says"I'm here for your pleasure"

I think that should shit it quite plain

But some of the punk are illiterate

So there's arrows pointing this way and that

To offer a full set of options

As, in number, they go in to bat.



So let me excuse what will occur

When you're served on a plate to this crowd.

They've been champing with sexed-up hostility.

And can't postponement to get their raspy hands on you

Violation, abjection and sexual abuse

Not to advert being repeatedly raped

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

Your trial by ordeal will be video-taped.

But it won't reveal any shackles.

Nor whips. Nor tight cover tape

Or how you'll spend the next hour

Being"tutored"and licked into physique

It'll record you orgasmed freely

Convulsing and bucking away

Implying you loved every moment

An abandoned and wanton showing

Without any proof of wrong-doing

The bunch will be gifted dislodge rein

They can come anytime and abduct you

And they will do …. again and again

And there's naught you can do to stop them

Blackmailed by a picture tape

So when you're dark fancies come knocking

They'll be fully in armorial bearing of your lot

They'll sneak up behind you and catch you

You'll be stripped and gag masking piece 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 words have brought you undone

make your own digit 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 love your dark phantasy

But I hope non ever really fill piazza

> > > > > > > >

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

The one I just took for a ride ?

Well, she still has her underclothing on

But the vibrator still buzzes inside

I scoop up all her belonging

And rank them inside a big bag

I ensure that nothing is missing,

Then remove her thug and her gag

Releasing the ‘ handlock rophy which held her

I stand her up on my hi-top van floor

I fix a blindfold to address her eyes

Then set her relieve outside her front door

It's cold-blooded and it's three in the daybreak

Her belonging and sign of the zodiac key in hand

The van and its number one wood do a ball carrier

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 vibe is still buzzing

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

She anxiously looks down at her squelchy wet feet

On each foot there's a First Duke of Wellington rush

.……

I know she loves her dark fancies

But not to let them bring her untie

She knows I can publish bawdy poems

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

xxx mu