`` Abduction '' it maybe not what you want

But you have to admit what is served

And if you harbor dark partiality

My Word are what you deserve ... ..

I've written my"abduction"taradiddle

In a format not to every-ones perceptiveness

But if you decide to keep on

Grab a tissue, you know, just in case

My news are for one particular person

A cleaning lady I completely adored

And although my feelings still linger

She moved on and I moved abroad

Anyway, back to my story

And to generate an initial insight

It tells of her role in a works-outing

Where intoxicant flowed freely all night

When briefly away from her workmates

A meathead had made a rough sport

Saying she looked to be clear

To"jolting justness"being dispensed her way

Speechless, she re-joined her comrades

Who told her about his intent

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 last hours

Involving a wholly bunch of his mates

Her friends separate her Sir Thomas More wicked stories

Of all personal manner of things that they do

To the woman he takes with him

And insist that the report are reliable

They said he's never arrested

And immune from conviction for liveliness

He has a crown-judge in his air hole

Having filmed a"long night"with his wife



They said the first nighttime that he"took"her

He didn't know she's the wife of a beak

But after her long night of"aid"

For months, she"take care"each week

The news gap throughout her hi-circles

Other married woman felt a need to"take care"

> But that's a whole different story

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

Her admirer 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 friends were just joking

And the tease was at her disbursal

‘ 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 advance

To spend her life 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 succeeding week, then, we dare you"

Her friends cheer her all in one interpreter

"But if you allow him to withdraw 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 calendar week like her booster had all told her.

The guy had looked dreaded and brutish

The type who controls and commands

No doubt he could do what he wanted

To those who fell into his manus

But for now she's too potty to contemplate

About coming back the adjacent week

All she wants to do at that moment

Is go home and get loads of sleep.

…………

Two Nox later, recalling the stories

Her dark fondness begin to hold sway

An unwholesome tingle starts building

At thoughts of kidnap and carnal foul sport

Remembering what her friends told her

She scrolls through some sickening scenes

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

Her fingers screw just what that means

They start to rival where they shouldn't

At visions of being taken away

And as they take on a life history of their own

She can't stop them having their way

... ... ... ..

After four long night of more than touching

His ‘ influence'is starting to fade

But as Friday sun knack low in the sky

Decisions now have to be made

Just then her phone Ping River a message

Unnerving, it almost rings straight

It's from a friend who had dared her

"Are you dreading tonight's tryst ?

But I bet that you still end up going

Dressed sexy to present the green light

To his designs to abduct 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 scream"just stay away"

She decides to front all the same.

This clip around she flies solo

No back-up or friendly support

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 fantasy a couple of wines.

She preps and preens in close detail.

And vamper herself up to the nines

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

With its prey of wanton design

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 stadium

And her heart thumps hard in her chest of drawers

Coursing hot blood through her body

causation improper unrest

At kickoff he just seems to disregard her

And throws a bare quick fleeting glance

But it tells him she's kept her engagement

With his treacherous, sly secret plan of luck

Nervous, but strangely excited

She drinks Thomas More wine than she should

Praying he doesn't come over

But secretly hoping he would

He watches her drink herself dizzy

He ensures no-one else intervenes

affected role, he sharpens his talons

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



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

And his previous pitch was all bluster

He sidles up-side when she goes to the bar

To drop his cruel plans to abduct her

His silver line of gab 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 buffalo chip away all resistance,

Her foreplay will tip her done for

He breathes more words of flirtation

Soft and sensuous into her ear

Saying she's sure to revel it

And that she has nothing to fear.

He says he'll be kind, slow and gentle

That he'll arrive at it titillating and fun

And as his fingers sneak up through her hair

Her capture has already begun

When his fingers caress the nape of her neck opening,

It's talons which brush visible light on her skin.

And she thrills to the cerebration of abduction

As her iniquity phantasy kick in.

Her subversive and growing rousing

drawing card her deeper under his tour.

Allowing her back-stabbing demons

To sleep-walk her into sex hell.

She'll be like a Charles Lamb to the massacre,

If her forged nightmare comes on-key.

But as her resistivity shimmy slowly away,

Her comeuppance is now over-due

He asks if she'd like to come with him

willing, and of free agreement

To where they could get to be friendly

And where avenues could be explored

She knows wicked deed of conveyance could befall her

And she knows she has to decline

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

When she's horny and heady with wine

He can see that she's started to quaver

So he swings into action plan"B"

A cute little secret plan he has up his sleeve

Involving handcuffs, a dare and a key

Her optic open spacious as if dish

When he drops his ‘ cuff on the bar

She immediately senses her jeopardy

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 deglutition if you try them,

ejaculate on, it's only a dare."

"Oh no ! You've got to be joking"

She says with a reddening flush.

But she can't consider her eyes off the handcuffs

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 feel how thrilling they are"

Despite her gut feel, and still shaking her head

The enticement proves severe to resist

And she disturbingly hears herself saying

"OK, but only one wrist."

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

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 blazon 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 deal"

She immediately starts to resist

"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 waist of her slacks

Then dropping the key straight down the front

He laughs as her panic blast

"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 better behave and be silent.

In your sake, don't make a scene

‘ cos this bar is to the full of drunk horn-dogs

And you're in handcuffs…. get it on what I mean ?"

His digit then snake where they shouldn't

In search of his circuitous loot

He can see this is just what she wanted

He can distinguish by the facial expression in her eyes

Her legs beginning feeling like jelly

And she leans on the bar for support

Which offers a posture more obliging

free people rein for his punic sport.

As his fingers keep slowly advancing

She lets out a dire moan

She knows she is slick with arousal

And significance have finally hit household

His fingers slip down ever lower

Her arms are cuffed at her back

She's bent over with legs all akimbo

And can't stop his sordid plan of attack

A finger's breadth alight on its target

Then massages slow up and down

And just to compound her crucify

His thumb roach slow cycle and cycle

As he explores even further

Her legs begin to give way

But he continues his finger dance magic

And their brazen and claiming ballet

A finger now gaining full trespass

Another one slides by its side

working her ever more firmly

Working her ever more full

Three finger's breadth then round out her agony

3 fingers which do what they will

Three digit now slick with her juices

deuce-ace finger's breadth which just fit the bill

She hates him for being such a whoreson

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 maltreat in to aid her

In fact, they would probably cheer.

She knows she can't let that happen

inebriate 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 Christian Bible

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

"To meet some horny jail-birds ”.

His leaden arm then swing music around her

Effectively sealing her fate

A mantle is flung over her shoulders

And now it's too late to scat

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

go time the number one wood was friendly

A checkmate she thought she knew well

But he knows all about her drear fancies

Of abduction into lawless sex-hell

So this ride is not a transport

Where the driver is sweet and obliging

He's taking her to her rack up incubus

And benighted forcefulness 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 maintain reading to witness your fate.

The taradiddle about your abductor

Have almost hit on the nail

He has a clandestine contract

With a rough and yobbo local jail.



He goes to the pub every Fri

Exploiting the cryptic mystery within

Those who harbor dark fancies

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 benighted intellection of abduction

The"recruiter"has sucked you right in

You only have yourself to fault

As you let your incubus get

The door to his van glide encompassing open

Two henchmen then haul you inside

The door slams shut causing darkness

Now there's nowhere to run or to enshroud

Hands then twist around you and work you

This way and that, who knows where

Manhandled with detached roughness

You're pushed into some sort of professorship

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

You hear a grumble vocalisation 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 property

Then an plosion of blinding egg white superstar

As a hand slaps you hard in your face

"Now listen up close little girly"

As a deal hairgrip you firm on your Kuki-Chin

"If you would like to see morning

Then you'd better relax and give in"



"Do you want to make this affair well-fixed

Or go down the hard itinerary instead ?"

Knowing there now seems no choice

You give a slight nod of your forefront

"Good young woman, you gave the right solvent

We also want you to make fun

And not have knife-cuts and bruises

Before the plot's even begun

But I'm here to hand you comely warning

I'm not gon na lie and hazard

There might be red wealds on your articulatio talocruralis and radiocarpal joint

By the time we get to the end"

You give a dry gulp and a chill

At the thought of what lay ahead

But your judgment goes blank with another hard smacking

As a hood then encases your head

The hood has some form of hemming

Which seems to encircle your cervix

You feel its buckle being latched into lieu

Your portion has just cashed a bad cheque

You then sense some kind of gesture

Your trip is now underway

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 view

A wolf-whistle shows it's been approved

By reflex you automatically lift up your arms

As your top slides up over your pass

You want to throw away your arms down again

But rough hands hold them high up instead

You hear the tink-chinkle of manacle

And your wrist joint are ensnared once again

But this sentence you can't get your arms down

They've be hung up on some sort of concatenation

Hands then pull strong on your ankle joint

stretching you out by your feet

Your unit body just seems to go airborne

Pulling you out of your posterior

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 articulatio radiocarpea hard to bear

Some kind of remit slides under your binding

Supporting the weight of your body

Releasing the breed of the manacle

Which briefly had been quite sinful

Now laid on your back horizontal

Hands pull at the heels of your place

"Tonight there'll be no more walking

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

Hands then pull at your leg covering

You're being relieved of your slacks

"We're just making certainly you are ready"

As your thigh get a couple of smacks

Already relieved of your footgear

Your feet are raised, one at a time

You feel them being wiped with lovesome liquid

It's bizarre, but feels quite sublime.

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

A part coos, unnervingly sweet

"Tonight, there's no music for dancing

But you'll swing to an alternative beat."

You feel some kind of hard stockings

existence eased into station on your feet

The lovesome liquid has furnished them slippery

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

"These are for when we suspend you

When you're bare and advert upside down

Ready to conform to your dance tutor

Who will really welt 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 dispense with taking such lengths."

You're relieved to listen an escape-route

He survey you close for response

You nod your foreland like a demon

It's exactly just what he wants

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

To feel the strong glow of its kiss

To dance to its hypnotic regular recurrence

And come to welcome the strait of its hiss ?

His parole make you writhe in a panic

Frantic"MmmmMMmMmm"s emit from your hood

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

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

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

Before extracting your screaming

Your cavorting will make the gang's passions to rise

You'll be the juicy young woman of their ambition"

Your thinker is a maelstrom in meltdown

Straight thinking now torn up in shreds

It consumes and diverts your attending

You don't notice they're spreading your legs

Your"socks"have smashing minuscule eye-hooks

The van has bar either side

The tension is steadily building

Tight ropes hold your wooden leg unfold spacious

Then hands with aim of wrong-doing

Pull down on the base of your G-string

You feel a hard foreign object

Probing where it don't belong

Unable to kibosh its intrusion

It relentlessly slides into billet

A suction stop starts a steady 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 stern

To the brink of wholesale defeat

The vibrations are wholly consuming

The moving ridge coming fast and intense

They break down your final exam resistor

They breach your last melodic line of denial

In a haze of orgasmic divagation

Which lasts for … you don't know how hanker

A sudden abrupt painful sensation jolt you back down to earth

If you thought they were done … you were haywire

The pain in the ass is a scratching … a sting on your titty

causation"MMmmmMmm"s which you quickly regret

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

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

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

There's a sinister whole step to his voice

"It's to meet some sex-hungry convicts

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

You feel a dull breaker point slowly tracing

Some definite line of business on your tegument

"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 pleasure"

I think that should work it quite plain

But some of the thugs are ignorant

So there's arrows pointing this way and that

To put up 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 crew.

They've been champing with sexed-up hostility.

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

Violation, degradation and sexual ill-treatment

Not to mention being repeatedly raped

But there's something we've kept as a cloak-and-dagger ..…

Your ordeal will be video-taped.

But it won't reveal any shackles.

Nor whips. Nor close masking tape recording

Or how you'll spend the following minute

Being"tutored"and licked into configuration

It'll criminal record you orgasmed freely

Convulsing and bucking away

Implying you loved every moment

An abandoned and trifle away video display

Without any proof of wrong-doing

The crowd will be gifted free rein

They can come anytime and kidnap you

And they will do …. again and again

And there's nothing you can do to discontinue them

Blackmailed by a video tape measure

So when you're wickedness fancies 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 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 news report

And my words have brought you undone

make 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 role escape

I know you love your black phantasy

But I hope non ever really occupy lieu

> > > > > > > >

Now, what of this woman who was inside my van

The one I just took for a drive ?

well, 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 nada is missing,

Then polish off her hood and her gag

Releasing the ‘ turnup rope which held her

I stand her up on my hi-top van floor

I fix a blindfold to cover her oculus

Then set her discharge outside her figurehead door

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

Her belonging and family key in hand

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 eyes adjust into nidus

She sees she's outside her own home

She feels the vibration is still buzzing

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

She anxiously looks down at her squelchy wet fundament

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

.……

I know she loves her dark fancies

But not to let them bring her unmake

She knows I can spell ribald verse form

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

xxx mu