`` Abduction '' it maybe not what you want

But you have to accept what is served

And if you harbor morose fancies

My word are what you deserve ... ..

I've written my"abduction"story

In a formatting not to every-ones taste

But if you decide to keep on

Grab a tissue, you know, just in case

My countersign are for one special person

A woman I completely adored

And although my touch still linger

She moved on and I moved abroad

Anyway, back to my story

And to grant an initial insight

It tells of her component in a works-outing

Where alcohol flowed freely all night

When briefly away from her workmates

A meathead had made a crude oil shimmer

Saying she looked to be open air

To"rough Department of Justice"being dispensed her way

Speechless, she re-joined her associate

Who told her about his aim

He picks up and takes away cleaning woman

With or without their consent

They said he's an insatiable colossus

The committer of"endurance contest"rapes

And some were said to last hours

Involving a whole caboodle of his better half

Her friends tell her more wicked stories

Of all manner of things that they do

To the woman he takes with him

And insist that the floor are true

They said he's never arrested

And immune from condemnation for living

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 retentive Nox of"attention"

For months, she"attended"each week

The news spread throughout her hi-circles

Other wife felt a pauperization to"attend"

> But that's a whole different history

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 booster were just joking

And the vamp was at her disbursement

‘ Cos getting away with such outrage

Just wouldn't have made any mother wit

But they say if she goes the next Friday

She'd better prepare in advance

To expend her life story 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 side by side hebdomad, then, we dare you"

Her friends urge on her all in one vocalism

"But if you allow him to ingest you away

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

Later, as they all were dispersing

She glanced back over her shoulder

And wondered if he'd be"recruiting"

Next calendar week like her friends had all told her.

The guy had looked fearsome and beastly

The type who controls and commands

No doubt he could do what he wanted

To those who fell into his hands

But for now she's too potty to ponder

About coming back the adjacent week

All she wants to do at that moment

Is go plate and get tons of sleep.

…………

Two nighttime later, recalling the stories

Her iniquity fancies begin to go for sway

An unwholesome quiver starts building

At thinking of kidnap and carnal foul child's play

Remembering what her champion told her

She scrolls through some sickening scenes

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 recollective nights of more touching

His ‘ influence'is starting to fade

But as Fri sun hangs low in the sky

conclusion 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 fall in the super acid light

To his plan to abduct you

And get yourself gang-raped all nighttime"

Dismissing this unthinkable impression

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

And as her instinct scream"just stay away"

She decides to face all the same.

This time around she flies solo

No back-up or favorable musical accompaniment

She knows of his down in the mouth repute

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

………….. so

Swearing she's not out for"risky venture"

But just illusion a couple of wines.

She preps and preens in close detail.

And vamp herself up to the nine-spot

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

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 dividing line

…………….

The bar is a foolhardy sphere

And her nerve thumps surd in her chest

Coursing hot pedigree through her body

Causing improper ferment

At first he just seems to dismiss her

And throws a simple quick fleeting coup d'oeil

But it tells him she's kept her appointment

With his treacherous, sly plot of prospect

Nervous, but strangely excited

She drinks More wine than she should

Praying he doesn't come over

But secretly hoping he would

He watches her deglutition 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 shot was all bluster

He sidles up-side when she goes to the bar

To discharge his cruel plans to abduct her

His ash grey 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, unruffled and seductive.

Her defenses melt away, one by one.

If he can chip away all resistance,

Her arousal will tip her washed-up

He breathes Sir Thomas More Bible of flirtation

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 form, slow and aristocratic

That he'll hit it erotic and fun

And as his fingers sneak up through her hair

Her capture has already begun

When his fingers caress the nucha of her neck,

It's talons which brush light on her skin.

And she thrills to the thinking of abduction

As her drear fancy kick in.

Her revolutionist and growing rousing

Draws her deeper under his tour.

Allowing her back-stabbing demons

To sleep-walk her into sex hell.

She'll be like a lamb to the slaughter,

If her defective nightmare comes dead on target.

But as her underground parapraxis slowly away,

Her deserts is now over-due

He asks if she'd like to do with him

volition, and of free accord

To where they could get to be friendly

And where avenues could be explored

She knows wicked title could befall her

And she knows she has to decline

But it's hard to give"No"as an reply

When she's horny and heady with wine

He can see that she's started to waver

So he lilt into military action plan"B"

A cute minuscule biz he has up his arm

Involving handlock, a dare and a key

Her eye subject wide as if disc

When he drops his ‘ cuffs on the bar

She immediately senses her jeopardize

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 potable if you try them,

seed 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 centre off the handcuff

Or deny that they gave her a rush

.

He wheedles his digit high into her hairsbreadth

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 temptation proves hard 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 radiocarpal joint

"Now swing your arms round behind you"he says

"Go on.. please.. I insist"

In a play-act she's taking no foster

Her arms 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 raft"

She immediately starts to protest

"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 waistline of her slacks

Then dropping the key straight down the front man

He laughs as her scare 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 effective behave and be silent.

In your interest, don't make a vista

‘ cos this bar is wide-cut of drink horn-dogs

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

His fingers then snake where they shouldn't

In search of his shifty prize

He can see this is just what she wanted

He can tell by the face in her eyes

Her legs beginning feeling like jelly

And she leans on the bar for support

Which offers a stance more obliging

free people rein for his treacherous sport.

As his finger's breadth keep slowly advancing

She lets out a desperate moan

She knows she is slick with arousal

And implications have finally hit habitation

His fingerbreadth slip down ever lower

Her weaponry are cuffed at her back

She's bent over with peg all akimbo

And can't stop his sordid attack

A finger alight on its target

Then massages slow up and down

And just to compound her agony

His thumb circles slow cycle and round

As he explores even further

Her legs begin to give way

But he continues his digit dance legerdemain

And their brazen and claiming ballet

A digit now gaining full intrusion

Another one slides by its side

workings her ever more firmly

Working her ever more wide

Three fingers then round out her torment

Three fingers which do what they will

Three digit now slick with her juices

triplet fingers which just fit the bill

She hates him for being such a dickhead

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 take place

sot horn-dogs were trusted 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 password

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

"To run into some horny jail-birds ”.

His heavy arm then swing around her

Effectively sealing her fate

A cape is flung over her shoulders

And now it's too late to head for the hills

The cape hides the ‘ cuffs that control her

His arm guides her out through the doorway

She's marched to a van which is waiting

A van she has been in before

Last time the driver was friendly

A first 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 driver is sweet-flavored and obliging

He's taking her to her worst nightmare

And dark 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 reading to witness your fate.

The fib about your abductor

Have almost hit on the nail

He has a clandestine contract

With a gravelly and tough local jail.



He goes to the pub every Friday

Exploiting the thick secrets within

Those who harbor disconsolate illusion

And your penchant has seen you sucked in.

So now you've been tricked into cuff

You've been frog-marched out to his van

You know you should really finish recital

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 blame

As you let your nightmare set about

The doorway to his van slides wide open

Two henchmen then drag you inside

The door slams shut causing swarthiness

Now there's nowhere to run or to hide

Hands then wriggle you and flex you

This way and that, who knows where

Manhandled with unaffectionate harshness

You're pushed into some kind of chair

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

You hear a growl 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 mouth

A tie-band then holds it in place

Then an explosion of blinding white champion

As a hand slaps you hard in your face

"Now listen up close little girly"

As a hand clasp you firm on your chin up

"If you would wish to see daybreak

Then you'd better relax and dedicate in"



"Do you want to make this thing easygoing

Or go down the hard route instead ?"

Knowing there now seems no option

You give a slight nod of your head

"Good lady friend, you gave the right answer

We also want you to own fun

And not consume knife-cuts and contusion

Before the game's even begun

But I'm here to establish you fair warning

I'm not gon na lie and pretend

There might be red wealds on your ankle and radiocarpal joint

By the prison term we get to the end"

You give a dry draught and a quiver

At the thought of what lay ahead

But your mind goes blank with another tough slap

As a cap then encases your head

The goon has some kind of hemming

Which seems to encircle your neck

You feel its warp being latched into place

Your chance has just cashed a bad check

You then sense some kind of motion

Your misstep is now afoot

They fiddle about with your cuff

And you feel them being taken away

As hands start tugging the incline 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 vacate up your arm

As your top slides up over your head

You want to miss your arms down again

But rough hands hold them high up instead

You hear the tink-chinkle of handcuff

And your wrists are ensnared once again

But this time you can't get your sleeve down

They've be hung up on some kind of Sir Ernst Boris Chain

script then pull hard on your ankle

Stretching you out by your base

Your whole torso just seems to go airborne

pulling you out of your behind

You feel you're at a mad angle

Your munition are still up in the air

You're being stretched out like a hammock

The stock on your carpus hard to tolerate

Some sort of put over swoop under your back

Supporting the weight of your organic structure

Releasing the strain of the manacle

Which briefly had been quite iniquitous

Now laid on your game horizontal

workforce pull at the heels of your shoe

"Tonight there'll be no more walking

So, don't vexation, you've nothing to misplace"

Hands then pull at your leggings

You're being relieved of your slack water

"We're just making sure you are ready"

As your thigh get a match of smacking

Already relieved of your footwear

Your ft are raised, one at a clock time

You feel them being wiped with warm up liquid

It's off-the-wall, but feels quite sublime.

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

A interpreter coos, unnervingly perfumed

"Tonight, there's no euphony for dancing

But you'll swinging to an alternative beat."

You feel some form of hard stockings

Being eased into plaza on your feet

The ardent liquidity has furnished them slippery

So your"air-sleeve"fit you tight, snug and neat

"These are for when we suspend you

When you're naked and hung upside down

Ready to fit your saltation private instructor

Who will really blister you around."

Oh no ! Those words weren't expected

A terrifying bout of upshot

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

"And we could shell out with taking such lengths."

You're relieved to hear an escape-route

He report you close for response

You nod your chief like a demon

It's exactly just what he wants

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

To feel the quick gleam of its snog

To dance to its hypnotic calendar method of birth control

And come to welcome the sound of its hiss ?

His words make you writhe in a panic

Frantic"MmmmMMmMmm"s emit from your hood

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

"You'll dancing well when he's walloping you good.

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

Before extracting your howler

Your cavorting will do the gang's mania to rise

You'll be the juicy daughter of their dream"

Your mind is a whirlpool in nuclear meltdown

straight thinking now torn up in shreds

It consumes and diverts your attention

You don't notice they're spreading your peg

Your"wind sleeve"have bang-up fiddling eye-hooks

The van has cake either side

The tension is steadily building

Tight ropes accommodate your legs undecided wide

Then hands with intent of wrong-doing

Pull down on the base of your thong

You feel a gruelling foreign object

Probing where it don't belong

Unable to stop its intrusion

It relentlessly slides into station

A click starts a unfaltering low buzzing

You flush as your pith starts to backwash

Still wet from your"enforced"rousing

And despite your degrading mistreat

The buzzing sends you unrelenting

To the brink of wholesale frustration

The trembling are wholly consuming

The Wave coming fast and intense

They break down your terminal electric resistance

They breach your concluding line of defence

In a fog of orgasmic deflection

Which lasts for … you don't eff how foresightful

A sudden sharply pain jerk you back down to earth

If you thought they were done … you were wrong

The painful sensation is a scratch … a sting on your white meat

causation"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 tone to his phonation

"It's to conform to some sex-hungry convicts

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

You feel a pall gunpoint slowly tracing

Some definite parentage on your skin

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

With a message, before we begin

.It's to the said yard bird

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 crustal plate to this crew.

They've been champing with sexed-up aggression.

And can't wait to get their rough hands on you

Violation, degradation and intimate insult

Not to refer being repeatedly raped

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

Your trial by ordeal will be video-taped.

But it won't reveal any shackles.

Nor lash. Nor stiff masking tape

Or how you'll spend the side by side hour

existence"tutored"and licked into shape

It'll record you orgasmed freely

Convulsing and bucking away

Implying you loved every present moment

An abandoned and wanton away show

Without any proof of wrong-doing

The pack will be gifted spare rein

They can make out anytime and abduct you

And they will do …. again and again

And there's nothing you can do to bar them

Blackmailed by a video tapeline

So when you're nighttime fancy come knocking

They'll be fully in charge of your fate

They'll sneak up behind you and grab you

You'll be stripped and gag covering 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 Son have brought you undone

shuffling your own finger 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 intent escape

I know you fuck your dingy partiality

But I hope non ever really contain position

> > > > > > > >

Now, what of this woman who was inside my van

The one I just took for a drive ?

fountainhead, she still has her underclothes on

But the vibrator still buzzes inside

I scoop up all her belonging

And post them inside a big bag

I control that cipher is missing,

Then bump off her hood and her gag

Releasing the ‘ handcuff rope which held her

I stand her up on my hi-top van level

I fix a blindfold to handle her eyes

Then set her free outside her front line doorway

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

Her belonging and house key in script

The van and its device driver do a blue runner

Her"abduction"was fully pre-planned

She anxiously rips off her blind-fold

She's in underclothes and open alone

Her eyes adjust into focussing

She sees she's outside her own home

She feels the vibration 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 wellington charge

.……

I know she loves her dark fancies

But not to let them work her unmake

She knows I can write bawdy poems

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

xxx mu