`` Abduction '' it maybe not what you want

But you have to accept what is served

And if you harbor drear fancy

My run-in are what you deserve ... ..

I've written my"abduction"story

In a format not to every-ones sense of taste

But if you decide to stay on

Grab a tissue, you know, just in example

My watchword are for one special individual

A charwoman I completely adored

And although my feelings still linger

She moved on and I moved abroad

Anyway, back to my story

And to give an initial insight

It tells of her part in a works-outing

Where alcohol flowed freely all dark

When briefly away from her workmates

A meathead had made a raw gaming

Saying she looked to be undefended

To"rough Justice"being dispensed her way

Speechless, she re-joined her companion

Who told her about his intent

He picks up and takes away cleaning lady

With or without their consent

They said he's an insatiable monster

The committer of"Marathon"rapes

And some were said to concluding hours

Involving a whole crew of his mates

Her friends tell her to a greater extent wicked stories

Of all personal manner of things that they do

To the women he takes with him

And insist that the stories are truthful

They said he's never arrested

And immune from conviction for life

He has a crown-judge in his pocket

Having filmed a"long night"with his wife



They said the first of all dark that he"took"her

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

But after her long night of"attending"

For months, she"attended"each week

The news gap throughout her hi-circles

Other married woman felt a need to"attend"

> But that's a whole different story

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

Her booster 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 protagonist were just joking

And the vexer was at her disbursal

‘ Cos getting away with such outrage

Just wouldn't have made any sensory faculty

But they say if she goes the next Friday

She'd unspoilt prepare in rise

To expend her spirit as a sex striver

If she falls prey to his sly verbal dance

They say he's always"recruiting"

And was in every Friday night

They said to total back and confront him

And she drunkenly says she just might.

"cum alone next week, then, we dare you"

Her friends urge her all in one vocalization

"But if you allow him to take you away

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

Later, as they all were dispersing

She glanced back over her shoulder joint

And wondered if he'd be"recruiting"

Next week like her supporter had all told her.

The guy had looked fearsome and brutal

The type who controls and commands

No doubt he could do what he wanted

To those who fell into his deal

But for now she's too tiddly to ponder

About coming back the future week

All she wants to do at that moment

Is go home and get lashings of sleep.

…………

Two nights later, recalling the stories

Her dark fancies begin to hold sway

An unwholesome tingle starts building

At thoughts of kidnap and carnal foul play

Remembering what her Friend told her

She scrolls through some sickening aspect

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

Her finger know just what that means

They start to tinct 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 farseeing nights of more concern

His ‘ influence'is starting to fade

But as Friday sun hang low in the sky

Decisions 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 give the leafy vegetable lightness

To his designs to nobble 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 scream"just stay away"

She decides to front all the same.

This prison term around she flies solo

No back-up or friendly support

She knows of his gruesome repute

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

………….. so

Swearing she's not out for"adventure"

But just fancies a couple of wines.

She preps and preens in close detail.

And vamps herself up to the ennead

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

With its targets of wanton figure

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

And tonight she is head of the pedigree

…………….

The bar is a heady arena

And her warmness thumps tough in her chest

Coursing hot profligate through her body

causing unconventional unrest

At first he just seems to discount her

And throws a mere quick fleeting glance

But it tells him she's kept her designation

With his punic, sly plot 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 potable herself vertiginous

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 premature lurch was all bluster

He sidles up-side when she goes to the bar

To discharge his cruel plans to abduct her

His silver grey patter 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 splintering away all resistance,

Her arousal will tip her loosen

He breathes more speech 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 kind, slow and entitle

That he'll take a leak it erotic and fun

And as his finger's breadth sneak up through her hair

Her capture has already begun

When his digit caress the nape of her neck,

It's talons which brush light on her skin.

And she thrills to the persuasion of abduction

As her dark illusion kick in.

Her subversive and growing stimulation

Draws her deeper under his spell.

Allowing her back-stabbing monster

To sleep-walk her into sex hell.

She'll be like a lamb to the slaughter,

If her pip nightmare comes true.

But as her ohmic resistance moorage slowly away,

Her comeupance is now over-due

He asks if she'd like to do with him

volition, and of free accordance

To where they could get to be well-disposed

And where boulevard could be explored

She knows wicked deeds could befall her

And she knows she has to slump

But it's hard to contribute"No"as an answer

When she's horny and heady with wine

He can see that she's started to waver

So he swings into activeness plan"B"

A cute little game he has up his sleeve

Involving handcuff, a dare and a key

Her heart spread out wide 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 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 eye off the handcuffs

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 fountainhead

The temptation proves heavy to resist

And she disturbingly hears herself saying

"OK, but only one wrist."

Her flush is now goose-bumps as he picks up the ‘ manacle

And clicks one end to her wrist

"Now swing your arms round of drinks behind you"he says

"Go on.. please.. I insist"

In a play-act she's taking no promote

Her arms swing around to abide by

But an accomplice has slinked up behind her

And wrist two gets clicked high and dry

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

She immediately starts to protest

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

"I didn't mean to reach you upset ”.

"Here ”, he says"You take the key"

As he pulls at the waistline of her slacks

Then dropping the key straight down the front

He laughs as her panic attack

"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 scene

‘ cos this bar is full of drink in horn-dogs

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

His finger then snake where they shouldn't

In hunting of his roundabout trophy

He can see this is just what she wanted

He can secernate by the look in her eyes

Her peg start feeling like jelly

And she leans on the bar for support

Which offers a position more obliging

Free rein for his treacherous sport.

As his fingers keep slowly advancing

She lets out a do-or-die moan

She knows she is crafty with arousal

And implications have finally hit home

His finger slip down ever downhearted

Her arms are cuffed at her back

She's bent over with legs all akimbo

And can't stop his flyblown onrush

A finger alight on its target

Then massages retard up and down

And just to compound her torment

His thumb circles slow round and rung

As he explores even further

Her legs start out to open way

But he continues his digit dance magic trick

And their brazen and claiming ballet

A fingerbreadth now gaining replete usurpation

Another one slides by its side

working her ever more firmly

Working her ever more full

leash finger then round out her harassment

trey digit which do what they will

Three fingers now slick with her succus

threesome fingerbreadth which just fit the bill

She hates him for being such a motherfucker

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 hold her

bent-grass over, right now and right here

And that no-one would ill-use in to assist her

In fact, they would probably cheer.

She knows she can't let that befall

Drunk horn-dogs were sure as shooting to get 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 watchword

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

"To meet some horny jail-birds ”.

His heavy arm then swings around her

Effectively sealing her fate

A cape is flung over her articulatio humeri

And now it's too former to lam

The cape hides the ‘ turnup 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

net time the driver was friendly

A Paraguay tea she thought she knew well

But he knows all about her sullen partiality

Of abduction into outlaw sex-hell

So this drive is not a conveying

Where the driver is sweet-scented and obliging

He's taking her to her worst nightmare

And iniquity 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 preserve meter reading to witness your fate.

The stories about your abductor

Have almost hit on the nail

He has a clandestine contract

With a pugnacious and ruffian topical anesthetic jail.



He goes to the pub every Friday

Exploiting the deeply secrets within

Those who harbor dark-skinned fancies

And your penchant has seen you sucked in.

So now you've been tricked into handcuff

You've been frog-marched out to his van

You know you should really terminate reading

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

> >. > .. > >

Exploiting blue thoughts of abduction

The"recruiter"has sucked you right in

You only have yourself to fault

As you let your nightmare get

The door to his van slides extensive open

Two henchmen then haul you inside

The threshold slams shut causing wickedness

Now there's nowhere to run or to hide

Hands then convolute you and sour you

This way and that, who knows where

Manhandled with uncaring disorderliness

You're pushed into some variety of chair

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

You hear a growl interpreter 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 place

Then an explosion of blinding albumen champion

As a hand slaps you hard in your grimace

"Now listen up close trivial girly"

As a hand hold you firm on your chin

"If you would care to see morning

Then you'd advantageously relax and give in"



"Do you want to make this thing easy

Or go down the knockout road instead ?"

Knowing there now seems no alternative

You give a cold-shoulder nod of your head

"goodness miss, you gave the right answer

We also want you to own fun

And not stimulate knife-cuts and bruises

Before the game's even begun

But I'm here to give you bonny warning

I'm not gon na lie and pretend

There might be red wealds on your articulatio talocruralis and wrists

By the sentence we get to the end"

You give a dry draught and a shiver

At the mentation of what lay ahead

But your mind goes dummy with another hard slap

As a exhaust hood then encases your head

The cowl has some variety of hemming

Which seems to encircle your neck

You feel its warp being latched into space

Your chance has just cashed a bad cheque

You then smell some variety of question

Your tripper is now afoot

They fiddle about with your handcuffs

And you feel them being taken away

As paw start tugging the incline of your top

You feel it being slowly removed

Your racy new bra then comes into view

A wolf-whistle appearance it's been approved

By reflex you automatically lift up your arms

As your top slides up over your head

You want to send packing your arms down again

But rough manpower 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 arms down

They've be hung up on some kind of chain

work force then pull unvoiced on your ankles

stretch you out by your feet

Your unanimous body just seems to go airborne

Pulling you out of your rear

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 melodic line on your carpus hard to carry

Some variety of tabularize slides under your spinal column

Supporting the weight of your dead body

Releasing the strain of the handcuffs

Which briefly had been quite sinful

Now laid on your back horizontal

Hands pull at the heels of your shoes

"Tonight there'll be no more walking

So, don't worry, you've nothing to drop off"

Hands then pull at your leggings

You're being relieved of your slacks

"We're just making sure you are ready"

As your thigh get a duo of smacks

Already relieved of your footgear

Your metrical foot are raised, one at a time

You feel them being wiped with strong liquid state

It's bizarre, but feels quite sublime.

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

A voice coos, unnervingly sweet

"Tonight, there's no euphony for dancing

But you'll swing to an alternative beat."

You feel some kind of hard stockings

Being eased into property on your feet

The ardent liquidity has furnished them slippery

So your"socks"fit you tight, snug and peachy

"These are for when we suspend you

When you're naked and hung upside down

Ready to meet your dancing tutor

Who will really lather 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 dole out with taking such lengths."

You're relieved to get a line 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 gustation of the bull-whip

To feel the ardent glow of its kiss

To trip the light fantastic to its hypnotic calendar method of birth control

And come to welcome the sound of its hiss ?

His discussion make you writhe in a panic

Frantic"MmmmMMmMmm"s emit from your hoodlum

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

"You'll dance well when he's slaughter you good.

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

Before extracting your screams

Your cavorting will cause the gang's passions to rise

You'll be the hot girl of their dreams"

Your mind is a maelstrom in meltdown

heterosexual thinking now torn up in shreds

It consumes and diverts your attention

You don't observance they're spreading your legs

Your"socks"have neat footling eye-hooks

The van has bars either side

The tension is steadily building

Tight ropes view as your legs open wide

Then hands with spirit of wrong-doing

Pull down on the foot of your thong

You feel a intemperate strange object

Probing where it don't belong

Unable to stop its intrusion

It relentlessly slides into place

A click starts a stabilise low buzzing

You flush as your heart starts to race

Still wet from your"enforced"stimulation

And despite your degrading mistreat

The buzzing sends you unrelenting

To the verge of wholesale defeat

The vibrations are wholly consuming

The wave coming fast and intense

They break down your terminal immunity

They breach your last line of vindication

In a fog of orgasmic deflection

Which lasts for … you don't know how recollective

A sudden sharp bother shock you back down to earth

If you thought they were done … you were incorrect

The nuisance is a gelt … a sting on your white meat

causation"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 lines on your skin

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

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 delight"

I think that should make it quite plain

But some of the thugs are ignorant

So there's arrows pointing this way and that

To provide a replete set of option

As, in spell, they go in to bat.



So let me explain what will fall out

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

They've been champing with sexed-up aggression.

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

Violation, debasement and sexual abuse

Not to bring up 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 pissed screening tape

Or how you'll spend the side by side hour

being"tutored"and licked into flesh

It'll record you orgasmed freely

Convulsing and bucking away

Implying you loved every moment

An abandoned and luxuriate display

Without any trial impression of wrong-doing

The gang will be gifted innocent rein

They can come anytime and kidnap you

And they will do …. again and again

And there's naught you can do to stop them

Blackmailed by a video tape recording

So when you're nighttime partiality come knocking

They'll be fully in thrill of your portion

They'll prowler up behind you and grab you

You'll be stripped and gag cover taped

You'll be thrown on a dirty old mattress

Then held down and repeatedly raped

So if you're now hot from my history

And my words have brought you undone

brand your own fingerbreadth 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 flight

I know you make love your dark fancies

But I hope non ever really occupy home

> > > > > > > >

Now, what of this woman who was inside my van

The one I just took for a drive ?

wellspring, she still has her underwear on

But the vibrator still buzzes inside

I scoop up all her belonging

And place them inside a big bag

I ensure that goose egg 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 breed her eyes

Then set her free outside her battlefront door

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

Her belonging and sign of the zodiac key in script

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 alone

Her oculus adjust into stress

She sees she's outside her own family

She feels the vibration is still buzzing

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

She anxiously looks down at her squelchy wet feet

On each foot there's a wellington iron heel

.……

I know she loves her non-white fancies

But not to let them work her undone

She knows I can write bawdy poems

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

xxx mu