`` Abduction '' it maybe not what you want

But you have to bear what is served

And if you harbor drear fancy

My word are what you deserve ... ..

I've written my"abduction"tarradiddle

In a format not to every-ones taste perception

But if you decide to stay on

Grab a tissue paper, you know, just in pillowcase

My Word of God are for one special person

A cleaning lady I completely adored

And although my feelings still linger

She moved on and I moved abroad

Anyway, back to my narrative

And to give an initial insight

It tells of her part in a works-outing

Where intoxicant flowed freely all Night

When briefly away from her workmates

A meathead had made a raw play

Saying she looked to be open

To"rasping Department of Justice"being dispensed her way

Speechless, she re-joined her Comrade

Who told her about his aim

He picks up and takes away woman

With or without their consent

They said he's an insatiable monster

The committer of"marathon"rapes

And some were said to stopping point hours

Involving a whole bunch of his mates

Her friends evidence her Thomas More revolting tale

Of all manner of things that they do

To the char he takes with him

And insist that the stories are true

They said he's never arrested

And immune from conviction for sprightliness

He has a crown-judge in his 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 wife of a beak

But after her long night of"attention"

For calendar month, she"see"each week

The news spread throughout her hi-circles

Other wives felt a need to"attend"

> But that's a whole different history

You'll find there's a connexion 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 Friend were just joking

And the tease was at her expense

‘ Cos getting away with such scandalisation

Just wouldn't have made any sense

But they say if she goes the adjacent Friday

She'd undecomposed prepare in cash advance

To spend 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 night

They said to come 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 take you away

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

Later, as they all were dispersing

She glanced back over her shoulder

And wondered if he'd be"recruiting"

Next workweek like her friends had all told her.

The guy had looked dreadful and brutish

The type who controls and commands

No uncertainty he could do what he wanted

To those who fell into his manus

But for now she's too potty to ponder

About coming back the future week

All she wants to do at that minute

Is go home and get loads of sleep.

…………

Two Night later, recalling the stories

Her wickedness phantasy begin to hold sway

An unwholesome tingle starts building

At thoughts of kidnap and carnal foul frolic

Remembering what her admirer told her

She scrolls through some sickening scene

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

Her finger eff just what that means

They start to touch where they shouldn't

At visions of being taken away

And as they take on a animation of their own

She can't stop them having their way

... ... ... ..

After four prospicient nights of more touching

His ‘ influence'is starting to fleet

But as Fri sun hangs low in the sky

conclusion now have to be made

Just then her phone Ping River a message

Unnerving, it almost rings true

It's from a friend who had dared her

"Are you dreading this night's rendezvous ?

But I bet that you still end up going

Dressed sexy to contribute the commons twinkle

To his aim to abduct you

And get yourself gang-raped all night"

Dismissing this unthinkable notion

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

And as her instinct yell"just abide away"

She decides to face all the same.

This time around she flies alone

No back-up or friendly support

She knows of his grim reputation

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

………….. so

Swearing she's not out for"dangerous undertaking"

But just fantasy a duo of wines.

She preps and preens in skinny detail.

And vamps herself up to the 9

She'd been told he has a barbarous ‘ hit name'

With its targets of wanton design

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

And tonight she is header of the line

…………….

The bar is a heady domain

And her meat thumps hard in her chest of drawers

Coursing hot blood through her dead body

causation improper fermentation

At first he just seems to ignore her

And throws a mere straightaway fleeting coup d'oeil

But it tells him she's kept her appointment

With his treacherous, sly game of probability

Nervous, but strangely excited

She drinks more wine-colored than she should

Praying he doesn't come over

But secretly hoping he would

He watches her swallow herself woozy

He ensures no-one else intervenes

affected role, he sharpens his talons

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



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

And his premature pitch was all bluster

He sidles up-side when she goes to the bar

To free his cruel plan to snatch her

His silver 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, bland and seductive.

Her defenses melt away, one by one.

If he can scrap away all resistance,

Her arousal will tip her undone

He breathes more password of dalliance

Soft and sensuous into her ear

Saying she's sure to revel it

And that she has nothing to fear.

He says he'll be kind, dim and gentle

That he'll create it erotic and fun

And as his fingers sneak up through her pilus

Her capture has already begun

When his fingers caress the nape of her cervix,

It's talons which brush illumination on her skin.

And she thrills to the persuasion of abduction

As her dark phantasy kick in.

Her subverter and growing rousing

haul 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 carnage,

If her worst incubus comes true.

But as her underground shift slowly away,

Her comeuppance is now over-due

He asks if she'd like to come with him

Willing, and of liberal pact

To where they could get to be friendly

And where avenue could be explored

She knows wicked deed of conveyance could bechance her

And she knows she has to decline

But it's hard 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 lilt into activeness plan"B"

A cute little biz he has up his sleeve

Involving handlock, a dare and a key

Her eyes open broad as if saucers

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 drinking 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 optic off the handcuffs

Or deny that they gave her a surge

.

He wheedles his fingers high into her tomentum

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 severe to resist

And she disturbingly hears herself saying

"OK, but only one wrist."

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

And clicks one end to her wrist

"Now swing your sleeve circle behind you"he says

"Go on.. please.. I insist"

In a play-act she's taking no promote

Her weapons system 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 good, 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 affright attacks

"Hey, how can I possibly reach it

Now that you've dropped it down there ?"

"Don't concern, 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 view

‘ cos this bar is wax of intoxicated horn-dogs

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

His fingers then snake where they shouldn't

In search of his devious prize

He can see this is just what she wanted

He can tell by the smell in her oculus

Her legs start feeling like jelly

And she leans on the bar for accompaniment

Which offers a stance more obliging

free rein for his treacherous sport.

As his fingerbreadth keep slowly advancing

She lets out a desperate groan

She knows she is glib with arousal

And implications have finally hit home

His fingers slip down ever lower

Her weapons system are cuffed at her back

She's bent over with leg all akimbo

And can't stop his seedy attempt

A finger alight on its target

Then massages slow up and down

And just to compound her torment

His thumb circles slow beat and round

As he explores even further

Her legs begin to give way

But he continues his finger's breadth dance magic

And their brazen and claiming concert dance

A finger now gaining fully usurpation

Another one slides by its side

working her ever more firmly

workings her ever more wide-eyed

trinity fingers then round out her torment

Three fingerbreadth which do what they will

Three finger's breadth now slick with her succus

Three fingers which just fit the bill

She hates him for being such a bastard

She hates him for being so rough-cut

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

hang over, right now and right here

And that no-one would maltreat in to help her

In fact, they would probably cheer.

She knows she can't let that go on

wino horn-dogs were sure to bring together 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 countersign

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

"To fulfill some horny jail-birds ”.

His overweight arm then swings around her

Effectively sealing her fate

A ness is flung over her berm

And now it's too late to escape

The mantle hides the ‘ cuffs that control her

His arm guides her out through the threshold

She's marched to a van which is waiting

A van she has been in before

Last time the driver was favorable

A mate 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 device driver is sugariness and obliging

He's taking her to her high-risk nightmare

And colored force out 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 keep indication to witness your fate.

The write up about your abductor

Have almost hit on the nail

He has a clandestine contract bridge

With a rough in and tough local anesthetic jail.



He goes to the pub every Fri

Exploiting the deep secrets within

Those who harbor drab fancies

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 arrest version

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

> >. > .. > >

Exploiting dark thoughts of abduction

The"recruiter"has sucked you right in

You only have yourself to fault

As you let your nightmare Begin

The threshold to his van lantern slide extensive open

Two henchman then drag you inside

The door slams shut causing darkness

Now there's nowhere to run or to obscure

Hands then twist you and call on 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 growling 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 oral cavity

A tie-band then holds it in place

Then an explosion of blinding white stars

As a paw slaps you difficult in your boldness

"Now listen up close little girly"

As a hand handgrip you firm on your chin up

"If you would like to see good morning

Then you'd proficient relax and give in"



"Do you want to construct this thing easygoing

Or go down the tough route instead ?"

Knowing there now seems no option

You give a slight nod of your heading

"Good girl, you gave the correct solution

We also want you to possess fun

And not have knife-cuts and bruise

Before the game's even begun

But I'm here to founder you average warning

I'm not gon na lie and pretend

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

By the sentence we get to the end"

You give a dry gulp and a shiver

At the intellection of what lay ahead

But your brain goes blank shell with another knockout slap

As a hood then encases your question

The hood has some sort of hemming

Which seems to circle your cervix

You feel its buckle being latched into space

Your portion has just cashed a bad bank check

You then sense some kind of apparent motion

Your trip is now afoot

They fiddle about with your handcuffs

And you feel them being taken away

As paw 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 reflex you automatically lift up your weapons system

As your top slides up over your head

You want to cut down your arms down again

But gravelly hands hold them high up instead

You hear the tink-chinkle of handcuffs

And your carpus are ensnared once again

But this time you can't get your arms down

They've be hung up on some sort of chemical chain

manus then pull hard on your ankles

stretch you out by your base

Your whole consistency 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 nervous strain on your wrist joint hard to bear

Some variety of board slides under your spine

Supporting the exercising weight of your body

Releasing the strain of the handcuffs

Which briefly had been quite ungodly

Now laid on your back horizontal

script pull at the hound of your shoes

"Tonight there'll be no more walk

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

handwriting then pull at your leggings

You're being relieved of your slacks

"We're just making sure you are set"

As your thigh get a couple of nose drops

Already relieved of your footwear

Your feet are raised, one at a time

You feel them being wiped with warm liquid

It's freakish, but feels quite sublime.

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

A voice coos, unnervingly angelical

"Tonight, there's no music for dancing

But you'll swing to an substitute beat."

You feel some sort of concentrated stockings

Being eased into property on your feet

The warm liquid has furnished them slippery

So your"windsock"fit you tight, cubby and groovy

"These are for when we suspend you

When you're naked and attend upside down

Ready to meet your dance tutor

Who will really scald you around."

Oh no ! Those Holy Writ weren't expected

A terrifying routine of events

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

"And we could dispense with taking such lengths."

You're relieved to hear an escape-route

He sketch you close for reaction

You nod your question like a demon

It's exactly just what he wants

"So you do want a discernment of the bull-whip

To feel the warm up glow of its osculate

To dance to its mesmeric speech rhythm

And come to receive the sound of its boo ?

His words make you writhe in a scare

Frantic"MmmmMMmMmm"s emit from your hood

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

"You'll dance well when he's walloping you serious.

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

Before extracting your shrieking

Your cavorting will stimulate the gang's heat to rise

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

Your mind is a vortex in nuclear meltdown

Straight thinking now torn up in smidgen

It consumes and diverts your attention

You don't poster they're spreading your legs

Your"wind cone"have neat little eye-hooks

The van has bars either side

The tenseness is steadily building

Tight ropes hold your legs spread astray

Then hands with intent of wrong-doing

twist down on the pedestal of your thong

You feel a concentrated foreign object

Probing where it don't belong

Unable to check its encroachment

It relentlessly slides into place

A clink starts a steady low buzzing

You flush as your heart starts to race

Still wet from your"enforced"rousing

And despite your degrading mistreat

The buzzing sends you unforgiving

To the brink of wholesale licking

The vibrations are wholly consuming

The moving ridge coming fast and intense

They break down your final opposition

They breach your survive demarcation of defending team

In a haze of orgasmic bending

Which lasts for … you don't know how recollective

A sudden precipitous infliction jolts you back down to earth

If you thought they were done … you were wrong

The pain in the neck is a scrape … a sting on your breast

causing"MMmmmMmm"s which you quickly rue

"My, my, you seem to enjoy 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 representative

"It's to meet some sex-hungry convicts

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

You feel a dull point slowly tracing

Some definite billet on your skin

"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 pleasure"

I think that should stool it quite plain

But some of the hoodlum are nonreader

So there's arrows pointing this way and that

To put up a full set of pick

As, in bend, they go in to bat.



So let me excuse what will happen

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

They've been champing with sexed-up aggression.

And can't wait to get their approximative men on you

trespass, debasement and sexual ill-treatment

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 whips. Nor stiff masking tape

Or how you'll spend the next 60 minutes

Being"tutored"and licked into shape

It'll record you orgasmed freely

Convulsing and bucking away

Implying you loved every moment

An abandoned and wanton display

Without any proof of wrong-doing

The work party will be gifted free rein

They can come anytime and snatch you

And they will do …. again and again

And there's zip you can do to cease them

Blackmailed by a TV taping

So when you're dark fancies come knocking

They'll be fully in kick of your fate

They'll snitcher up behind you and snap up you

You'll be stripped and gag masking taped

You'll be thrown on a soiled 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 fingers now have you

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

> > > > > > > > > >

All the above, you brought on yourself

When you let your secret on purpose escape cock

I know you eff your dark fancies

But I hope non ever really take place

> > > > > > > >

Now, what of this char who was inside my van

The one I just took for a ride ?

well, she still has her underwear on

But the vibrator still buzzes inside

I scoop up all her belonging

And aim them inside a big bag

I ensure that nothing is missing,

Then take away her hood and her gag

Releasing the ‘ handcuff rope which held her

I stand her up on my hi-top van floor

I fix a blindfold to report her optic

Then set her costless outside her front line door

It's cold and it's three in the break of the day

Her belonging and menage 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 outdoors alone

Her eyes adjust into focusing

She sees she's outside her own home

She feels the vibe is still buzzing

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

She anxiously looks down at her squelchy wet metrical foot

On each foot there's a Hessian boot boot

.……

I know she loves her dark illusion

But not to let them institute her undo

She knows I can compose bawdy poem

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

xxx mu