`` Abduction '' it maybe not what you want

But you have to swallow what is served

And if you harbor grim fancies

My countersign are what you deserve ... ..

I've written my"abduction"news report

In a formatting not to every-ones taste perception

But if you decide to continue

Grab a tissue, you know, just in case

My password are for one special soul

A fair sex I completely adored

And although my tactual sensation still linger

She moved on and I moved abroad

Anyway, back to my news report

And to grant an initial insight

It tells of her office in a works-outing

Where alcohol flowed freely all Nox

When briefly away from her workmates

A meathead had made a crude romp

Saying she looked to be open air

To"jumpy Justice"being dispensed her way

Speechless, she re-joined her comrade

Who told her about his intention

He picks up and takes away fair sex

With or without their consent

They said he's an insatiable monster

The committer of"marathon"rapes

And some were said to last hr

Involving a unit cluster of his mates

Her friends tell her Sir Thomas More wicked stories

Of all mode of thing that they do

To the cleaning woman he takes with him

And insist that the stories are on-key

They said he's never arrested

And immune from strong belief for animation

He has a crown-judge in his pocket

Having filmed a"long dark"with his wife



They said the number 1 night that he"took"her

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

But after her foresighted night of"attention"

For calendar month, she"take care"each calendar week

The word bedspread throughout her hi-circles

early wives felt a want to"give ear"

> But that's a unit different story

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

Her protagonist say that some who go with him

Were never seen or heard from again

They were branded and taken to auction off

And sold off to unscrupulous men

She knows her champion were just joking

And the vamp was at her disbursal

‘ Cos getting away with such indignation

Just wouldn't have made any sense

But they say if she goes the next Fri

She'd improve prepare in advance

To spend her lifespan as a sex slave

If she falls fair game 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 hours .. no choice ”.

Later, as they all were dispersing

She glanced back over her shoulder joint

And wondered if he'd be"recruiting"

Next week like her friends had all told her.

The guy had looked horrendous and beastly

The character who controls and commands

No dubiety he could do what he wanted

To those who fell into his handwriting

But for now she's too tipsy to mull

About coming back the adjacent week

All she wants to do at that moment

Is go home and get burden of sleep.

…………

Two nights later, recalling the taradiddle

Her dark fondness begin to confine sway

An unwholesome tingle starts building

At idea of kidnap and animal foul play

Remembering what her admirer told her

She scrolls through some sickening scenes

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

Her finger be intimate just what that means

They start to partake where they shouldn't

At visual modality of being taken away

And as they take on a life-time of their own

She can't stop them having their way

... ... ... ..

After four farsighted nights of more affect

His ‘ influence'is starting to fade

But as Fri sun hang low in the sky

decisiveness now have to be made

Just then her phone pings a message

Unnerving, it almost rings true

It's from a friend who had dared her

"Are you dreading tonight's rendezvous ?

But I bet that you still end up going

Dressed sexy to consecrate the green light source

To his designs to abduct you

And get yourself gang-raped all night"

Dismissing this unthinkable opinion

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

And as her inherent aptitude howler"just rest away"

She decides to front all the same.

This sentence around she flies solo

No back-up or friendly support

She knows of his dour report

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

………….. so

Swearing she's not out for"adventure"

But just fancies a couplet of wines.

She preps and preens in close detail.

And vamps herself up to the nines

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

With its targets of wanton innovation

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

And tonight she is nous of the melodic phrase

…………….

The bar is a heady sphere

And her heart thumps hard in her chest

Coursing hot blood through her body

causing improper unrest

At first he just seems to dismiss her

And throws a mere warm fleeting glance

But it tells him she's kept her date

With his treacherous, sly game of chance

Nervous, but strangely excited

She drinks more vino than she should

Praying he doesn't come over

But secretly hoping he would

He watches her drink herself silly

He ensures no-one else intervenes

patient 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 hook

And his previous pitch shot was all bluster

He sidles up-side when she goes to the bar

To dispatch his cruel program to abduct her

His silver spiel 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, suave and seductive.

Her defenses melt away, one by one.

If he can potato chip away all resistance,

Her arousal will tip her unmake

He breathes Sir Thomas More quarrel of flirtation

Soft and sensuous into her ear

Saying she's sure to enjoy it

And that she has nil to fear.

He says he'll be kind, slow and gentle

That he'll make it titillating and fun

And as his fingerbreadth sneak up through her hair

Her capture has already begun

When his fingers caress the nape of her cervix,

It's talons which brush light on her skin.

And she thrills to the thought of abduction

As her benighted fancies kick in.

Her revolutionist and growing arousal

draw her deeper under his spell.

Allowing her back-stabbing fiend

To sleep-walk her into sex hell.

She'll be like a Elia to the trouncing,

If her spoilt nightmare comes true.

But as her resistor slips slowly away,

Her comeuppance is now over-due

He asks if she'd like to arrive with him

volition, and of free treaty

To where they could get to be friendly

And where avenues 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 answer

When she's horny and heady with vino

He can see that she's started to falter

So he jive into action plan"B"

A cute piddling game he has up his sleeve

Involving handcuffs, a dare and a key

Her center open wide as if saucers

When he drops his ‘ cuffs on the bar

She immediately senses her scupper

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 boozing 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 learn her centre off the handcuffs

Or deny that they gave her a kick

.

He wheedles his finger high into her hair

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 hard to stand

And she disturbingly hears herself saying

"OK, but only one wrist."

Her prime is now goose-bumps as he picks up the ‘ handlock

And clicks one end to her wrist joint

"Now swing your arms daily round behind you"he says

"Go on.. please.. I insist"

In a play-act she's taking no promote

Her limb swing around to comply

But an accomplice has slinked up behind her

And wrist two gets clicked mellow and dry

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

She immediately starts to dissent

"Oh no, you're rectify, 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 shank of her slacks

Then dropping the key straight down the front

He laughs as her affright onrush

"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 meliorate behave and be silent.

In your sake, don't make a tantrum

‘ cos this bar is fully of drunk horn-dogs

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

His fingers then snake where they shouldn't

In hunting of his devious trophy

He can see this is just what she wanted

He can secernate by the feeling in her eyes

Her legs commencement feeling like jelly

And she leans on the bar for reenforcement

Which offers a posture more bind

Free rein for his treacherous sport.

As his fingerbreadth keep slowly advancing

She lets out a dire moan

She knows she is slick with arousal

And implications have finally hit home

His digit slip down ever lower

Her arms are cuffed at her back

She's hang over with legs all akimbo

And can't stop his sordid attack

A finger alight on its target

Then massages slow up and down

And just to deepen her torment

His ovolo lot slow cycle and round

As he explores even further

Her legs begin to establish way

But he continues his finger dance magic

And their brazen and claiming ballet

A digit now gaining full phase of the moon trespass

Another one slides by its side

Working her ever more firmly

workings her ever more panoptic

tercet finger then round out her dun

Three digit which do what they will

leash fingers now slick with her juice

Three fingers which just fit the billhook

She hates him for being such a love child

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 avail her

In fact, they would probably cheer.

She knows she can't let that bechance

sot horn-dogs were certain 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 Good Book

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

"To meet some horny jail-birds ”.

His heavy arm then swinging around her

Effectively sealing her fate

A cape is flung over her shoulders

And now it's too previous to escape

The mantle hides the ‘ turnup 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

in conclusion time the driver was friendly

A married person she thought she knew well

But he knows all about her gloomy fondness

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 worst incubus

And non-white forces 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 go on meter reading to see your fate.

The floor about your abductor

Have almost hit on the nail

He has a clandestine contract bridge

With a approximate and yobbo topical anesthetic jail.



He goes to the pub every Fri

Exploiting the inscrutable secrets within

Those who harbor coloured 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 stop over reading

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

> >. > .. > >

Exploiting iniquity intellection of abduction

The"recruiter"has sucked you right in

You only have yourself to blame

As you let your nightmare get down

The door to his van slides wide open

Two confederate then hale you inside

The room access slams shut causing darkness

Now there's nowhere to run or to hide out

script then wriggle you and twist you

This way and that, who knows where

Manhandled with detached roughness

You're pushed into some kind of chair

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

You hear a growling voice say

"We know you're ineffective 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 office

Then an explosion of blinding white stars

As a script slaps you severely in your human face

"Now listen up close little girly"

As a hand bobby pin you firm on your chin

"If you would like to see break of day

Then you'd honest relax and give in"



"Do you want to constitute this thing light

Or go down the surd road instead ?"

Knowing there now seems no pick

You give a cold-shoulder nod of your question

"trade good little girl, you gave the correct answer

We also want you to accept fun

And not have knife-cuts and bruises

Before the secret plan's even begun

But I'm here to give you fairish warning

I'm not gon na lie and pretend

There might be red wealds on your ankles and wrists

By the time we get to the end"

You give a dry gulp and a frisson

At the thought of what lay ahead

But your nous goes blank with another hard slap

As a hood then encases your point

The hood has some kind of hemming

Which seems to encircle your neck

You feel its buckle being latched into place

Your destiny has just cashed a bad cheque

You then smell out some kind of apparent movement

Your trip is now underway

They fiddle about with your handcuff

And you feel them being taken away

As bridge player start tugging the position of your top

You feel it being slowly removed

Your racy new bra then comes into sentiment

A wolf-whistle display it's been approved

By reflex you automatically raise up your arms

As your top slides up over your head

You want to drop your arms down again

But approximate hands hold them mellow 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 variety of chemical chain

work force then pull hard on your ankles

stretch you out by your feet

Your wholly body just seems to go airborne

pulling you out of your seat

You feel you're at a mad angle

Your implements of war are still up in the air

You're being stretched out like a hammock

The var. on your wrists hard to accept

Some kind of table slides under your back

Supporting the weight unit of your consistency

Releasing the strain of the handcuff

Which briefly had been quite iniquitous

Now laid on your hinder horizontal

manus pull at the dog of your horseshoe

"Tonight there'll be no more walk

So, don't worry, you've nothing to turn a loss"

Hands then pull at your leg covering

You're being relieved of your mire

"We're just making sure you are ready"

As your thigh get a distich of smacks

Already relieved of your footwear

Your infantry are raised, one at a time

You feel them being wiped with tender liquid

It's outlandish, but feels quite sublime.

"I bet you can't dead reckoning what we're doing"

A vox coos, unnervingly sweet

"Tonight, there's no medicine for dancing

But you'll swing to an alternative beat."

You feel some kind of intemperate stockings

Being eased into place on your fundament

The strong liquid has furnished them slippery

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

"These are for when we suspend you

When you're naked and hung upside down

Ready to meet your dance private instructor

Who will really whip 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 shell out with taking such lengths."

You're relieved to get word an escape-route

He subject area you close for response

You nod your head teacher like a demon

It's exactly just what he wants

"So you do desire a gustation of the bull-whip

To feel the strong freshness of its kiss

To dance to its hypnotic rhythm

And come to welcome the speech sound of its hiss ?

His words make you writhe in a scare

Frantic"MmmmMMmMmm"s emit from your hood

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

"You'll terpsichore well when he's whipping you well.

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

Before extracting your screams

Your cavorting will cause the work party's passion to move up

You'll be the juicy girl of their aspiration"

Your psyche is a maelstrom in nuclear meltdown

straight thinking now torn up in shreds

It consumes and diverts your care

You don't observance they're spreading your legs

Your"socks"have neat lilliputian eye-hooks

The van has streak either side

The tension is steadily building

Tight ropes moderate your legs unfastened blanket

Then hands with intent of wrong-doing

Pull down on the pedestal of your thong

You feel a hard alien objective

Probing where it don't belong

Unable to block its intrusion

It relentlessly slides into place

A click starts a calm low buzzing

You flush as your heart starts to slipstream

Still wet from your"enforced"arousal

And despite your degrading mistreat

The buzzing sends you unrelenting

To the verge of wholesale defeat

The palpitation are wholly consuming

The moving ridge coming fast and intense

They break down your final exam immunity

They breach your last line of demurrer

In a fog of orgasmic deflection

Which lasts for … you don't know how farsighted

A sudden sharp pain jerk you back down to earth

If you thought they were done … you were wrong

The pain is a start … a sting on your breast

causation"MMmmmMmm"s which you quickly repent

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

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

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

There's a sinister timber to his phonation

"It's to meet some sex-hungry convicts

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

You feel a obtuse pointedness slowly tracing

Some definite lines on your skin

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

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 make it quite plain

But some of the thugs are illiterate

So there's arrows pointing this way and that

To offer a full set of options

As, in turn, they go in to bat.



So let me explain what will happen

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

They've been champing with sexed-up aggression.

And can't waiting to get their rough manpower on you

violation, abasement and sexual insult

Not to name being repeatedly raped

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

Your ordeal will be video-taped.

But it won't reveal any shackles.

Nor whips. Nor soaked covering taping

Or how you'll spend the next hour

Being"tutored"and licked into shape

It'll book you orgasmed freely

Convulsing and bucking away

Implying you loved every moment

An abandoned and wanton display

Without any validation of wrong-doing

The gang will be gifted free rein

They can come anytime and nobble you

And they will do …. again and again

And there's zippo you can do to intercept them

Blackmailed by a television tape

So when you're dark fancies come knocking

They'll be fully in bearing of your lot

They'll stool pigeon up behind you and snaffle 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 words have brought you undone

Make your own fingers 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 cock

I know you love your dark fancies

But I hope non ever really take shoes

> > > > > > > >

Now, what of this adult female who was inside my van

The one I just took for a ride ?

wellspring, she still has her underwear on

But the vibrator still buzzes inside

I scoop up all her belonging

And locate them inside a big bag

I assure that nothing is missing,

Then remove her hood and her gag

Releasing the ‘ manacle rope which held her

I stand her up on my hi-top van floor

I fix a blindfold to wrap up her eyes

Then set her free outside her front room access

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

Her belonging and mansion key in hand

The van and its driver do a contrabandist

Her"abduction"was fully pre-planned

She anxiously rips off her blind-fold

She's in underwear and outdoors alone

Her centre adjust into focus

She sees she's outside her own abode

She feels the vibe is still buzzing

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

She anxiously looks down at her squelchy wet fundament

On each foot there's a wellington boot

.……

I know she loves her dark fancies

But not to let them bring her undone

She knows I can write bawdy verse form

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

xxx mu