`` Abduction '' it maybe not what you want

But you have to accept what is served

And if you harbor sour illusion

My words are what you deserve ... ..

I've written my"abduction"chronicle

In a format not to every-ones predilection

But if you decide to uphold

catch a tissue, you know, just in compositor's case

My Son are for one peculiar individual

A womanhood I completely adored

And although my feelings still linger

She moved on and I moved abroad

Anyway, back to my story

And to turn over an initial insight

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 primitive play

Saying she looked to be open

To"rough justice"being dispensed her way

Speechless, she re-joined her fellow

Who told her about his intent

He picks up and takes away women

With or without their consent

They said he's an insatiable colossus

The committer of"battle of Marathon"rapes

And some were said to last hours

Involving a whole crowd of his mates

Her friends narrate her more terrible report

Of all manner of things that they do

To the 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 life

He has a crown-judge in his pouch

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 schnoz

But after her long night of"aid"

For months, she"attended"each week

The news program spread throughout her hi-circles

early married woman felt a motive to"assist"

> But that's a whole 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 off

And sold off to unscrupulous men

She knows her friends were just joking

And the teaser was at her expense

‘ Cos getting away with such scandalization

Just wouldn't have made any sense

But they say if she goes the next Friday

She'd better prepare in feeler

To pass her aliveness as a sex slave

If she falls prey to his sly verbal terpsichore

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 articulatio humeri

And wondered if he'd be"recruiting"

Next calendar week like her booster had all told her.

The guy had looked fearsome and bestial

The eccentric 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 tiddly to excogitate

About coming back the next week

All she wants to do at that minute

Is go home and get loads of sleep.

…………

Two nights later, recalling the stories

Her dark fantasy begin to hold carry

An unwholesome tingle starts building

At opinion of kidnap and animal foul child's play

Remembering what her friends told her

She scrolls through some sickening tantrum

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

Her fingers 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 prospicient nights 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 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 ease up the green sparkle

To his designs to nobble 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 screeching"just delay away"

She decides to front all the same.

This metre around she flies solo

No back-up or friendly sustenance

She knows of his black report

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

………….. so

Swearing she's not out for"adventure"

But just fondness a span of wines.

She preps and preens in finis detail.

And minx herself up to the niner

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

With its targets of wanton blueprint

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

And tonight she is head of the line

…………….

The bar is a heady arena

And her heart thumps hard in her chest

Coursing hot origin through her organic structure

causing improper unrest

At first he just seems to ignore her

And throws a mere speedy fleeting glance

But it tells him she's kept her designation

With his treacherous, sly plot of opportunity

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 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 claw

And his former pitch was all bravado

He sidles up-side when she goes to the bar

To empty his cruel programme to nobble 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, smooth and seductive.

Her defenses melt away, one by one.

If he can scrap away all resistance,

Her arousal will tip her undone

He breathes to a greater extent row of flirtation

Soft and sensuous into her ear

Saying she's sure to enjoy it

And that she has cypher to fear.

He says he'll be kind, slow and patrician

That he'll make it erotic and fun

And as his finger sneak up through her tomentum

Her capture has already begun

When his fingers caress the nucha of her neck,

It's talons which brush lightness on her skin.

And she thrills to the mentation of abduction

As her dark fancies kick in.

Her subversive and growing stimulation

Draws 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 thrashing,

If her risky nightmare comes dead on target.

But as her opposition elusion slowly away,

Her comeuppance is now over-due

He asks if she'd like to come up with him

willing, and of free accord

To where they could get to be friendly

And where boulevard could be explored

She knows wicked works could befall her

And she knows she has to decline

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

When she's horny and heady with vino

He can see that she's started to flutter

So he swings into action program"B"

A cute little game he has up his sleeve

Involving handcuffs, a dare and a key

Her eyes open astray as if saucers

When he drops his ‘ cuffs on the bar

She immediately senses her risk

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 eyes off the cuff

Or deny that they gave her a charge

.

He wheedles his fingerbreadth high into her hair

As he places a key on the bar

"I know that you're dying to try them

And to feel how thrilling they are"

Despite her gut feeling, and still shaking her head

The enticement proves concentrated 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 arms round behind you"he says

"Go on.. please.. I insist"

In a play-act she's taking no further

Her weapon swing around to comply

But an accomplice has slinked up behind her

And wrist two gets clicked senior high school and dry

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

She immediately starts to protest

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

"I didn't mean to wee-wee you distressed ”.

"Here ”, he says"You take the key"

As he pulls at the waistline of her slacks

Then dropping the key straight down the face

He laughs as her scare attacks

"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 proficient behave and be silent.

In your stake, don't make a shot

‘ cos this bar is full of toast 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 oblique award

He can see this is just what she wanted

He can tell by the tone in her heart

Her legs get-go feeling like jelly

And she leans on the bar for accompaniment

Which offers a position more obliging

Free rein for his treacherous sport.

As his fingers keep slowly advancing

She lets out a desperate groan

She knows she is guileful with arousal

And implication have finally hit home

His fingers slip down ever lower

Her weapon system are cuffed at her back

She's set over with legs all akimbo

And can't stop his sordid attack

A finger's breadth alight on its target

Then massages slow up and down

And just to compound her dun

His thumb circles slow circle and round

As he explores even further

Her legs begin to yield way

But he continues his finger terpsichore magic

And their brazen and claiming concert dance

A finger now gaining wide trespass

Another one slides by its side

Working her ever more firmly

working her ever more wide of the mark

trio fingers then round out her torment

Three finger's breadth which do what they will

Three fingerbreadth now slick with her juices

trinity fingers which just fit the handbill

She hates him for being such a mongrel

She hates him for being so vulgar

She hates him for saying she'd like it

She hates him for knowing the truth.

He tells her that he could now cause 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 come about

Drunk horn-dogs were sure 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 words

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

"To meet some horny jail-birds ”.

His laboured arm then swings around her

Effectively sealing her fate

A cape is flung over her berm

And now it's too deep to run

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

Last time the number one wood was friendly

A mate she thought she knew well

But he knows all about her dingy fancies

Of abduction into anarchical sex-hell

So this drive is not a conveyance

Where the driver is sweet and obliging

He's taking her to her worst nightmare

And dark military group 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 reading to witness your fate.

The stories about your abductor

Have almost hit on the nail

He has a clandestine declaration

With a rough out and toughened topical anaesthetic jail.



He goes to the pub every Friday

Exploiting the deeply secrets within

Those who harbor dark 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 stop reading

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

> >. > .. > >

Exploiting dark opinion of abduction

The"recruiter"has sucked you right in

You only have yourself to find fault

As you let your nightmare get

The door to his van slides all-inclusive open

Two henchmen then hale you inside

The door slams shut causing iniquity

Now there's nowhere to run or to hide

hired man then writhe you and release 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 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 back talk

A tie-band then holds it in place

Then an explosion of blinding white ace

As a hand slaps you hard in your face

"Now listen up close fiddling girly"

As a hired man grips you firm on your chin

"If you would like to see morning

Then you'd effective relax and grant in"



"Do you want to pull in this matter easy

Or go down the strong route instead ?"

Knowing there now seems no option

You give a slight nod of your head

"commodity girl, you gave the right reply

We also want you to have fun

And not have knife-cuts and bruise

Before the game's even begun

But I'm here to collapse you fair warning

I'm not gon na lie and pretend

There might be red wealds on your ankles and wrist joint

By the meter we get to the end"

You give a dry gulp and a shiver

At the thought of what lay ahead

But your mind goes blank with another hard smack

As a hood then encases your forefront

The cap has some kind of hemming

Which seems to encircle your neck

You feel its buckle being latched into spot

Your fate has just cashed a bad cheque

You then sense some sort of motion

Your trip is now underway

They fiddle about with your manacle

And you feel them being taken away

As deal start tugging the incline of your top

You feel it being slowly removed

Your racy new bra then comes into view

A wolf-whistle display it's been approved

By unconditioned reflex you automatically abstract up your arms

As your top slides up over your head

You want to cast your arms down again

But rough in hands hold them high up instead

You hear the tink-chinkle of handlock

And your wrists are ensnared once again

But this prison term you can't get your subdivision down

They've be hung up on some form of chain

Hands then pull hard on your mortise joint

stretch you out by your feet

Your unanimous body just seems to go airborne

pull you out of your seat

You feel you're at a mad angle

Your blazonry are still up in the air

You're being stretched out like a hammock

The strain on your wrists hard to gestate

Some sort of remit sliding board under your back

Supporting the system of weights of your soundbox

Releasing the strain of the cuff

Which briefly had been quite ungodly

Now laid on your bet on horizontal

Hands twist at the heels of your horseshoe

"Tonight there'll be no more walking

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

Hands then pull at your leging

You're being relieved of your slacks

"We're just making sure you are set"

As your thigh get a couple of smacks

Already relieved of your footwear

Your feet are raised, one at a clock time

You feel them being wiped with tender liquid state

It's freaky, but feels quite sublime.

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

A phonation coos, unnervingly sweet

"Tonight, there's no euphony for dancing

But you'll golf stroke to an alternative beat."

You feel some kind of hard stockings

organism eased into place on your substructure

The warm liquid 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 hang up upside down

Ready to gather your saltation tutor

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 administer with taking such lengths."

You're relieved to hear an escape-route

He studies you close for response

You nod your head like a demon

It's exactly just what he wants

"So you do want a sense of taste of the bull-whip

To feel the warm up glow of its snog

To dance 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 exhaust hood

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

"You'll dance well when he's flagellation you secure.

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

Before extracting your wow

Your cavorting will cause the gang's passions to rise

You'll be the red-hot lady friend of their aspiration"

Your intellect is a vortex in meltdown

Straight thinking now torn up in shreds

It consumes and diverts your attention

You don't bill they're spreading your peg

Your"air-sleeve"have smashing little eye-hooks

The van has bars either side

The latent hostility is steadily building

Tight ropes book your legs undecided wide

Then hands with intent of wrong-doing

Pull down on the base of your G-string

You feel a grueling foreign object

Probing where it don't belong

Unable to stop its intrusion

It relentlessly slides into billet

A click starts a steady low buzzing

You flush as your inwardness starts to race

Still wet from your"enforced"foreplay

And despite your degrading mistreat

The buzzing sends you unappeasable

To the brink of wholesale defeat

The oscillation are wholly consuming

The moving ridge coming fast and acute

They break down your final resistance

They breach your hold out logical argument of refutation

In a haze of orgasmic deflexion

Which lasts for … you don't know how long

A sudden sharp pain jerking you back down to earth

If you thought they were done … you were ill-timed

The pain is a scratch … a sting on your titty

Causing"MMmmmMmm"s which you quickly regret

"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 tint to his vox

"It's to meet some sex-hungry convicts

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

You feel a ho-hum point slowly tracing

Some definite line 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 pleasance"

I think that should make it quite plain

But some of the punk are illiterate

So there's arrows pointing this way and that

To offer a replete set of pick

As, in turn, they go in to bat.



So let me explain what will materialize

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

They've been champing with sexed-up aggression.

And can't postponement to get their rasping paw on you

misdemeanor, degradation and intimate abuse

Not to observe being repeatedly raped

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

Your ordeal will be video-taped.

But it won't reveal any shackles.

Nor whip. Nor smashed screening tape measure

Or how you'll spend the following hour

Being"tutored"and licked into anatomy

It'll disc you orgasmed freely

Convulsing and bucking away

Implying you loved every moment

An abandoned and wanton showing

Without any trial impression of wrong-doing

The crew will be gifted free people rein

They can come anytime and snatch you

And they will do …. again and again

And there's naught you can do to stop them

Blackmailed by a video recording tape measure

So when you're wickedness partiality come knocking

They'll be fully in commission of your fate

They'll sneak up behind you and catch you

You'll be stripped and gag covering taped

You'll be thrown on a grime old mattress

Then held down and repeatedly raped

So if you're now hot from my story

And my words have brought you undone

brand your own finger's breadth now have you

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

> > > > > > > > > >

All the above, you brought on yourself

When you let your secret on purpose evasion

I know you lie with your coloured fancies

But I hope non ever really call for plaza

> > > > > > > >

Now, what of this cleaning woman 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 site them inside a big bag

I ensure that nothing is missing,

Then remove her hood and her gag

Releasing the ‘ cuff rope which held her

I stand her up on my hi-top van floor

I fix a blindfold to encompass her eyes

Then set her free outside her front line room access

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

Her belonging and sign of the zodiac key in paw

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 air 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 number cute"

She anxiously looks down at her squelchy wet feet

On each foot there's a wellington rush

.……

I know she loves her dark fancies

But not to let them fetch her undone

She knows I can write off-color poem

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

xxx mu