`` Abduction '' it maybe not what you want

But you have to go for what is served

And if you harbor dreary fancies

My Holy Writ are what you deserve ... ..

I've written my"abduction"narration

In a format not to every-ones gustatory sensation

But if you decide to continue

Grab a tissue, you know, just in case

My words are for one especial individual

A woman I completely adored

And although my feelings still linger

She moved on and I moved abroad

Anyway, back to my narration

And to break an initial insight

It tells of her character in a works-outing

Where alcohol flowed freely all nighttime

When briefly away from her workmates

A meathead had made a crude oil play

Saying she looked to be open

To"rough justice"being dispensed her way

Speechless, she re-joined her comrades

Who told her about his purpose

He picks up and takes away women

With or without their consent

They said he's an insatiable monster

The committer of"marathon"rapes

And some were said to finis hours

Involving a whole bunch of his match

Her friends tell her Thomas More loathsome stories

Of all fashion of things that they do

To the women he takes with him

And insist that the news report are rightful

They said he's never arrested

And immune from strong belief 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 retentive night of"tending"

For months, she"attended"each week

The news spread head throughout her hi-circles

Other married woman felt a need to"attend"

> But that's a whole unlike 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 ally were just joking

And the tease was at her expense

‘ Cos getting away with such outrage

Just wouldn't have made any sense

But they say if she goes the next Friday

She'd better prepare in procession

To spend her living 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 side by side hebdomad, then, we dare you"

Her friends urge her all in one vocalisation

"But if you allow him to select you away

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

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 fearsome and brutal

The type who controls and commands

No incertitude he could do what he wanted

To those who fell into his hands

But for now she's too tipsy to think over

About coming back the next week

All she wants to do at that moment

Is go home and get slews of sleep.

…………

Two Night later, recalling the stories

Her shadow illusion begin to take for carry

An unwholesome chill starts building

At thoughts of kidnap and carnal foul play

Remembering what her Friend told her

She scrolls through some sickening scenes

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 sentence of their own

She can't stop them having their way

... ... ... ..

After four tenacious nights of more touching

His ‘ influence'is starting to evanesce

But as Friday sun knack low in the sky

determination now have to be made

Just then her earphone Ping a message

Unnerving, it almost rings straight

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 give the unripened lighting

To his innovation to abduct you

And get yourself gang-raped all dark"

Dismissing this unthinkable notion

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

And as her instincts scream"just appease away"

She decides to breast 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 fancies a couple of wines.

She preps and preens in tight detail.

And vamps herself up to the 9

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

With its mark of wanton design

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

And tonight she is head of the course

…………….

The bar is a judicious domain

And her pith thumps arduous in her chest

Coursing hot blood through her body

causing improper unrest

At starting time he just seems to disregard her

And throws a mere quick fleeting coup d'oeil

But it tells him she's kept her appointment

With his punic, sly game of chance

Nervous, but strangely excited

She drinks more wine-coloured than she should

Praying he doesn't come over

But secretly hoping he would

He watches her drink herself light-headed

He ensures no-one else intervenes

affected role, he sharpens his talons

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



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

And his previous sales talk was all rhodomontade

He sidles up-side when she goes to the bar

To eject his cruel plans to abduct her

His Ag spiel is entrancing.

A well-practiced, seductive plot plan.

Underhanded. Erotic. Tenacious.

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

As he sweet-talks her, tranquil and seductive.

Her defenses melt away, one by one.

If he can chip away all resistance,

Her arousal will tip her undone

He breathes more parole of toying

Soft and sensuous into her ear

Saying she's sure to enjoy it

And that she has cipher to fear.

He says he'll be kind, slow and aristocratical

That he'll puddle it erotic and fun

And as his fingers sneak up through her haircloth

Her seizure 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 thought of abduction

As her dark fancies kick in.

Her subverter and growing arousal

attraction 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 trouncing,

If her worst incubus comes admittedly.

But as her resistance slips slowly away,

Her comeuppance is now over-due

He asks if she'd like to number with him

Willing, and of unblock pact

To where they could get to be well-disposed

And where avenue could be explored

She knows wicked title could befall her

And she knows she has to decline

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

When she's horny and heady with wine-coloured

He can see that she's started to waver

So he lilt into legal action programme"B"

A cute little game he has up his arm

Involving cuff, a dare and a key

Her optic open wide-eyed as if saucers

When he drops his ‘ cuffs on the bar

She immediately senses her threaten

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 involve her eyes off the handlock

Or deny that they gave her a rush

.

He wheedles his fingers high into her hair

As he places a key on the bar

"I know that you're dying to try them

And to palpate how thrilling they are"

Despite her gut feeling, and still shaking her top dog

The temptation proves toilsome to resist

And she disturbingly hears herself saying

"OK, but only one wrist."

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

And clicks one end to her radiocarpal joint

"Now swing your subdivision circle behind you"he says

"Go on.. please.. I insist"

In a play-act she's taking no further

Her arms swing around to follow

But an confederate 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 protest

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

"I didn't mean value to make you disturbed ”.

"Here ”, he says"You take the key"

As he pulls at the waistline of her slacks

Then dropping the key straight down the presence

He laughs as her panic 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 meliorate behave and be silent.

In your interest, don't make a scene

‘ cos this bar is full of inebriate horn-dogs

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

His fingers then snake where they shouldn't

In search of his circuitous prize

He can see this is just what she wanted

He can recite by the looking at in her eyes

Her peg outset feeling like jelly

And she leans on the bar for support

Which offers a stance more obliging

free rein for his treacherous sport.

As his digit keep slowly advancing

She lets out a desperate moan

She knows she is tricky with arousal

And implications have finally hit family

His finger slip down ever lower berth

Her arms are cuffed at her back

She's bent grass over with legs all akimbo

And can't stop his sordid attempt

A finger's breadth alight on its target

Then massages slow up and down

And just to compound her torment

His thumb circles slow round and round

As he explores even further

Her legs begin to collapse way

But he continues his finger dance thaumaturgy

And their brazen and claiming ballet

A finger's breadth now gaining full trespass

Another one slide by its side

Working her ever more firmly

Working her ever more wide

leash fingers then round out her torment

deuce-ace fingers which do what they will

ternary fingers now slick with her succus

trinity fingers which just fit the banker's bill

She hates him for being such a mongrel

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 encounter

Drunk horn-dogs were surely to unite 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 Holy Scripture

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

"To cope with some horny jail-birds ”.

His heavy arm then golf stroke around her

Effectively sealing her circumstances

A ness is flung over her berm

And now it's too tardily to bunk

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

shoemaker's last sentence the driver was friendly

A mate she thought she knew well

But he knows all about her dark fancy

Of abduction into lawless sex-hell

So this ride is not a conveyance

Where the device driver is sweet and obliging

He's taking her to her forged nightmare

And dingy forces are doing the driving

> > > >



If you continue on reading

It's you who has taken the hook

You've gone and exposed your own penchant

So celebrate reading material to find your fate.

The stories about your abductor

Have almost hit on the nail

He has a clandestine contract

With a rough and tough local jail.



He goes to the pub every Friday

Exploiting the inscrutable secrets within

Those who harbor nighttime fancy

And your taste has seen you sucked in.

So now you've been tricked into handlock

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 thoughts of abduction

The"recruiter"has sucked you right in

You only have yourself to blame

As you let your nightmare begin

The threshold to his van slides extensive open

Two confederate then hale you inside

The door slams shut causing darkness

Now there's nowhere to run or to blot out

mitt then twist you and turn you

This way and that, who knows where

Manhandled with uncaring crudeness

You're pushed into some variety of chair

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

You hear a rumble 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 mouth

A tie-band then holds it in spot

Then an plosion of blinding white principal

As a hired hand slaps you hard in your face

"Now listen up close lilliputian girly"

As a paw grips you firm on your Chin

"If you would like to see morning

Then you'd ameliorate relax and feed in"



"Do you want to make this matter easy

Or go down the hard route instead ?"

Knowing there now seems no option

You give a rebuff nod of your oral sex

"Good girl, you gave the right on answer

We also want you to take fun

And not have knife-cuts and bruise

Before the plot's even begun

But I'm here to commit you bazaar warning

I'm not gon na lie and venture

There might be red wealds on your ankle and wrists

By the time we get to the end"

You give a dry draft and a shiver

At the idea of what lay ahead

But your mind goes space with another hard slap

As a hoodlum then encases your head

The hood has some form of hemming

Which seems to gird your neck

You feel its warp being latched into place

Your luck has just cashed a bad bank check

You then sense some kind of motion

Your trip is now afoot

They fiddle about with your manacle

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 persuasion

A wolf-whistle shows it's been approved

By reflex you automatically go up up your arms

As your top slides up over your straits

You want to strike down your weapon down again

But rough hands hold them gamy up instead

You hear the tink-chinkle of handcuff

And your wrists are ensnared once again

But this clip you can't get your implements of war down

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

Hands then pull hard on your mortise joint

Stretching you out by your feet

Your unit body 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 strain on your carpus hard to hold

Some kind of put over slides under your vertebral column

Supporting the weight of your body

Releasing the stock of the handcuffs

Which briefly had been quite ungodly

Now laid on your dorsum horizontal

handwriting pull at the heels of your shoes

"Tonight there'll be no more take the air

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

Hands then pull at your legging

You're being relieved of your slacks

"We're just making sure you are ready"

As your thigh get a span of smacks

Already relieved of your footwear

Your metrical foot are raised, one at a metre

You feel them being wiped with warm up liquidness

It's bizarre, but feels quite sublime.

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

A voice coos, unnervingly confection

"Tonight, there's no euphony for dancing

But you'll swing to an alternative beat."

You feel some kind of heavy stockings

Being eased into place on your feet

The warm liquid has furnished them slippery

So your"wind cone"fit you tight, snug and slap-up

"These are for when we suspend you

When you're naked and hang up upside down

Ready to meet your dance coach

Who will really whip you around."

Oh no ! Those words weren't expected

A terrifying turn of consequence

"But the plenty 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 response

You nod your head like a demon

It's exactly just what he wants

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

To feel the warm glow of its kiss

To dance to its hypnotic rhythm method of birth control

And come to receive the strait of its fizzle ?

His Bible make you writhe in a scare

Frantic"MmmmMMmMmm"s emit from your hood

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

"You'll dance well when he's tanning you goodness.

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

Before extracting your howler

Your cavorting will cause the gang's rage to develop

You'll be the hot girl of their ambition"

Your intellect is a maelstrom in meltdown

Straight thinking now torn up in shreds

It consumes and diverts your attention

You don't notice they're spreading your pegleg

Your"socks"have groovy niggling eye-hooks

The van has bars either slope

The tension is steadily building

Tight ropes hold your peg open wide-cut

Then hands with design of wrong-doing

pull down on the base of your thong

You feel a hard foreign aim

Probing where it don't belong

Unable to stop its intrusion

It relentlessly slides into place

A suction stop starts a unfaltering 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 brutal

To the brink of wholesale defeat

The vibrations are wholly consuming

The Wave coming fast and vivid

They break down your net electrical resistance

They breach your last argumentation of defence

In a haze of orgasmic deflection

Which lasts for … you don't know how long

A sudden tart pain jolts you back down to earth

If you thought they were done … you were untimely

The nuisance is a kale … a sting on your breast

Causing"MMmmmMmm"s which you quickly repent

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

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

"I suppose you should get laid where we're going"

There's a sinister tone to his part

"It's to converge some sex-hungry convicts

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

You feel a tedious point slowly tracing

Some definite lines on your cutis

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

With a message, before we begin

.It's to the aforementioned yardbird

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 hoodlum are illiterate

So there's arrows pointing this way and that

To offer a full set of alternative

As, in turn, they go in to bat.



So let me explain what will happen

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

They've been champing with sexed-up aggression.

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

Violation, abasement and intimate abuse

Not to observe 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 party whip. Nor fast masking tape

Or how you'll spend the next hour

being"tutored"and licked into shape

It'll record you orgasmed freely

Convulsing and bucking away

Implying you loved every moment

An abandoned and promiscuous display

Without any proof of wrong-doing

The gang will be gifted exempt rein

They can fare anytime and abduct you

And they will do …. again and again

And there's nothing you can do to stop over them

Blackmailed by a video magnetic tape

So when you're dark phantasy 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 colly old mattress

Then held down and repeatedly raped

So if you're now hot from my report

And my speech have brought you undone

brand your own finger now have you

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

> > > > > > > > > >

All the above, you brought on yourself

When you let your secret on use escape

I know you eff your dark fancies

But I hope non ever really study place

> > > > > > > >

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

The one I just took for a ride ?

Well, she still has her underclothes on

But the vibrator still buzzes inside

I scoop up all her belonging

And place them inside a big bag

I guarantee that zilch is missing,

Then remove her hood and her gag

Releasing the ‘ cuff roofy which held her

I stand her up on my hi-top van story

I fix a blindfold to cover her eyes

Then set her free outside her face threshold

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

Her belonging and theater 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 eyes adjust into stress

She sees she's outside her own home

She feels the vibe is still buzzing

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

She anxiously looks down at her squelchy wet feet

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

.……

I know she loves her drear fantasy

But not to let them lend her unwrap

She knows I can write off-color poems

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

xxx mu