`` Abduction '' it maybe not what you want

But you have to go for what is served

And if you harbor obscure fondness

My words are what you deserve ... ..

I've written my"abduction"story

In a format not to every-ones taste

But if you decide to go forward

snap a tissue, you know, just in casing

My words are for one limited person

A womanhood I completely adored

And although my tactile sensation still linger

She moved on and I moved abroad

Anyway, back to my story

And to give an initial insight

It tells of her parting in a works-outing

Where alcoholic drink flowed freely all night

When briefly away from her workmates

A meathead had made a raw play

Saying she looked to be spread

To"pugnacious justice"being dispensed her way

Speechless, she re-joined her comrades

Who told her about his purpose

He picks up and takes away char

With or without their consent

They said he's an unsatiable demon

The committer of"endurance contest"rapes

And some were said to last hours

Involving a whole bunch of his mates

Her friends tell her More wicked storey

Of all fashion of matter that they do

To the cleaning lady he takes with him

And insist that the floor are dead on target

They said he's never arrested

And immune from conviction 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 snoot

But after her long nighttime of"aid"

For months, she"take care"each week

The newsworthiness spread throughout her hi-circles

Other wives felt a need to"attend"

> But that's a wholly different story

You'll find there's a connexion 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 off

And sold off to unscrupulous men

She knows her friends were just joking

And the tease was at her disbursement

‘ Cos getting away with such scandalisation

Just wouldn't have made any sense

But they say if she goes the next Friday

She'd better prepare in advance

To drop her life as a sex slave

If she falls prey to his sly verbal terpsichore

They say he's always"recruiting"

And was in every Friday Nox

They said to come back and confront him

And she drunkenly says she just might.

"Come alone next calendar week, then, we dare you"

Her friends urge her all in one voice

"But if you allow him to look at you away

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

Later, as they all were dispersing

She glanced back over her shoulder joint

And wondered if he'd be"recruiting"

Next hebdomad like her Quaker had all told her.

The guy had looked fearsome and brutish

The case 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 tipsy to muse

About coming back the next calendar week

All she wants to do at that minute

Is go home and get encumbrance of sleep.

…………

Two nights later, recalling the stories

Her night fancies begin to have sway

An unwholesome thrill starts building

At thoughts of kidnap and carnal foul 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 come to where they shouldn't

At visual sensation of being taken away

And as they take on a life of their own

She can't stop them having their way

... ... ... ..

After four farsighted Night of more affecting

His ‘ influence'is starting to blow over

But as Fri sun hangs low in the sky

determination now have to be made

Just then her phone Ping River a subject matter

Unnerving, it almost rings true

It's from a ally who had dared her

"Are you dreading tonight's rendezvous ?

But I bet that you still end up going

Dressed sexy to give the green luminousness

To his designs to snatch 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 shrieking"just delay away"

She decides to face all the same.

This time around she flies solo

No back-up or friendly accompaniment

She knows of his blue report

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 fold detail.

And vamps herself up to the ball club

She'd been told he has a fell ‘ hit number'

With its target area 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 arena

And her heart thumps hard in her chest

Coursing hot blood through her consistency

Causing unlawful unrest

At low gear he just seems to dismiss her

And throws a bare quick fleeting glimpse

But it tells him she's kept her fitting

With his perfidious, sly plot of hazard

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 swallow herself dizzy

He ensures no-one else intervenes

patient 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 draw

And his previous pitch was all bluster

He sidles up-side when she goes to the bar

To complete his cruel plans to nobble her

His silver 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, smooth and seductive.

Her defenses melt away, one by one.

If he can chip away all immunity,

Her foreplay will tip her unwrap

He breathes to a greater extent words of flirt

Soft and sensuous into her ear

Saying she's sure to relish it

And that she has nothing to fear.

He says he'll be kind, slow and blue-blooded

That he'll piddle it erotic and fun

And as his fingers sneak up through her hair's-breadth

Her capture has already begun

When his fingers caress the nucha of her cervix,

It's talons which brush light on her skin.

And she thrills to the idea of abduction

As her sullen fancies kick in.

Her subverter and growing arousal

lot her deeper under his while.

Allowing her back-stabbing demons

To sleep-walk her into sex hell.

She'll be like a Elia to the trouncing,

If her worst incubus comes on-key.

But as her underground slips slowly away,

Her comeuppance is now over-due

He asks if she'd like to issue forth with him

Willing, and of destitute agreement

To where they could get to be friendly

And where boulevard could be explored

She knows wicked deeds could befall her

And she knows she has to slump

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

When she's horny and heady with vino

He can see that she's started to flitter

So he swings into action programme"B"

A cute footling game he has up his sleeve

Involving handcuffs, a daring and a key

Her eyes spread wide as if saucers

When he drops his ‘ cuffs on the bar

She immediately senses her hazard

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 cuff

Or deny that they gave her a rush

.

He wheedles his finger's breadth high into her hairsbreadth

As he places a key on the bar

"I know that you're death to try them

And to feel how thrilling they are"

Despite her gut notion, and still shaking her head

The temptation proves hard to resist

And she disturbingly hears herself saying

"OK, but only one wrist."

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

And clicks one end to her radiocarpal joint

"Now swing your branch round behind you"he says

"Go on.. please.. I insist"

In a play-act she's taking no far

Her sleeve swing around to comply

But an confederate has slinked up behind her

And wrist two gets clicked high and dry

"Hey, let me go, this isn't region of the wad"

She immediately starts to protest

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

"I didn't mean to get you disquieted ”.

"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 onslaught

"Hey, how can I possibly reach it

Now that you've dropped it down there ?"

"Don't headache, I'll get it for you"he says

"Even if it's in your underwear.

But you'd in force behave and be silent.

In your interest, don't make a scene

‘ cos this bar is full of imbibe horn-dogs

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

His finger's breadth then snake where they shouldn't

In lookup of his devious dirty money

He can see this is just what she wanted

He can separate by the look in her center

Her ramification start feeling like jelly

And she leans on the bar for funding

Which offers a stance more obliging

free people rein for his punic sport.

As his fingers keep slowly advancing

She lets out a despairing moan

She knows she is slick with arousal

And deduction have finally hit home

His fingers slip down ever humble

Her weapons system are cuffed at her back

She's bent grass over with legs all akimbo

And can't stop his seamy attack

A finger alight on its mark

Then massages slack up and down

And just to compound her torment

His thumb circles slow bout and round

As he explores even further

Her legs begin to consecrate way

But he continues his finger dancing thaumaturgy

And their brazen and claiming concert dance

A finger now gaining full trespass

Another one chute by its side

Working her ever more firmly

workings her ever more wide-cut

trine fingerbreadth then round out her dun

threesome fingers which do what they will

trio finger's breadth now slick with her juices

deuce-ace fingers which just fit the circular

She hates him for being such a bastard

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 own 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 happen

inebriate horn-dogs were sure to link 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 news

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

"To suffer some horny jail-birds ”.

His punishing arm then golf shot around her

Effectively sealing her portion

A cape is flung over her shoulders

And now it's too late to hightail it

The cape hides the ‘ cuff that control her

His arm guides her out through the threshold

She's marched to a van which is waiting

A van she has been in before

survive time the driver was friendly

A mate she thought she knew well

But he knows all about her shadow fancies

Of abduction into lawless sex-hell

So this ride is not a conveyancing

Where the number one wood is odorous and obliging

He's taking her to her worst incubus

And dismal 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 prevent reading to witness your fate.

The stories about your abductor

Have almost hit on the nail

He has a clandestine contract

With a rough and toughie topical anesthetic jail.



He goes to the pub every Fri

Exploiting the deeply mystery 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 kibosh reading material

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

> >. > .. > >

Exploiting dismal thoughts of abduction

The"recruiter"has sucked you right in

You only have yourself to pick

As you let your nightmare set about

The doorway to his van slides wide afford

Two henchmen then drag you inside

The door slams shut causing darkness

Now there's nowhere to run or to hide

manpower then pervert you and wrench you

This way and that, who knows where

Manhandled with uncaring roughness

You're pushed into some form of chair

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

You hear a grumble spokesperson 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 lieu

Then an explosion of blinding white superstar

As a deal slaps you severe in your face

"Now listen up close niggling girly"

As a hired man grips you firm on your Chin

"If you would like to see sunup

Then you'd better relax and give in"



"Do you want to throw this affair slow

Or go down the grueling road instead ?"

Knowing there now seems no option

You give a slight nod of your header

"commodity girl, you gave the right answer

We also want you to have fun

And not receive knife-cuts and contusion

Before the plot's even begun

But I'm here to give you evenhandedly warning

I'm not gon na lie and affect

There might be red wealds on your ankles and wrists

By the time we get to the end"

You give a dry gulp and a tingle

At the thought of what lay ahead

But your mind goes space with another hard slap

As a hood then encases your head

The hood has some kind of hemming

Which seems to circle your cervix

You feel its buckle being latched into place

Your luck has just cashed a bad cheque

You then feel some kind of motion

Your trip is now afoot

They fiddle about with your handcuffs

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 display it's been approved

By reflex you automatically lift up your blazonry

As your top slides up over your head

You want to drop your arms down again

But rocky hands hold them highschool up instead

You hear the tink-chinkle of handlock

And your wrists are ensnared once again

But this time you can't get your arms down

They've be hung up on some kind of chain

Hands then pull concentrated on your ankles

stretching you out by your feet

Your entirely 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 hummock

The strain on your wrists hard to bear

Some form of table slides under your cover

Supporting the weight of your torso

Releasing the melodic line of the handcuffs

Which briefly had been quite ungodly

Now laid on your backbone horizontal

Hands pull at the blackguard of your shoes

"Tonight there'll be no more walking

So, don't headache, you've naught to lose"

Hands then pull at your leggings

You're being relieved of your slump

"We're just making for certain you are set"

As your thigh get a couple of savor

Already relieved of your footwear

Your feet are raised, one at a sentence

You feel them being wiped with affectionate liquid

It's bizarre, but feels quite sublime.

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

A voice coos, unnervingly sweet

"Tonight, there's no euphony for dancing

But you'll baseball swing to an alternative beat."

You feel some sort of hard stockings

Being eased into stead on your invertebrate foot

The affectionate liquidness has furnished them slippery

So your"socks"fit you tight, snug and not bad

"These are for when we suspend you

When you're naked and hung upside down

Ready to foregather your dance coach

Who will really slash 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 distribute with taking such lengths."

You're relieved to hear an escape-route

He subject you close for reaction

You nod your school principal like a demon

It's exactly just what he wants

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

To feel the lovesome incandescence of its kiss

To trip the light fantastic to its spellbinding round

And come to welcome the sound of its hiss ?

His Good Book make you writhe in a panic

Frantic"MmmmMMmMmm"s emit from your hood

"Don't concern, the coach's an expert,"he mocks

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

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

Before extracting your belly laugh

Your cavorting will cause the crowd's passions to rise

You'll be the red-hot girl of their dreaming"

Your nous is a maelstrom in meltdown

heterosexual person thinking now torn up in whit

It consumes and diverts your attending

You don't notice they're spreading your ramification

Your"windsock"have groovy slight eye-hooks

The van has saloon either side

The tenseness is steadily building

Tight ropes hold your wooden leg undefended wide

Then hands with intent of wrong-doing

wrench down on the base of your thong

You feel a tough alien object

Probing where it don't belong

Unable to stop its intrusion

It relentlessly slides into place

A click starts a stiff low buzzing

You flush as your center starts to race

Still wet from your"enforced"stimulation

And despite your degrading mistreat

The buzzing sends you brutal

To the threshold of in large quantities frustration

The vibrations are wholly consuming

The waves coming fast and intense

They break down your net resistance

They breach your last line of defending team

In a haze of orgasmic divagation

Which lasts for … you don't know how long

A sudden sharp pain jounce you back down to earth

If you thought they were done … you were faulty

The painfulness is a wampum … a sting on your boob

Causing"MMmmmMmm"s which you quickly regret

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

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

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

There's a sinister tonicity to his articulation

"It's to contact some sex-hungry convicts

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

You feel a dull stage slowly tracing

Some definite lines on your skin

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

With a content, before we begin

.It's to the aforesaid convicts

You're about to go"entertain"

It says"I'm here for your pleasure"

I think that should create it quite plain

But some of the tough are ignorant

So there's arrows pointing this way and that

To offer a full set of options

As, in bout, they go in to bat.



So let me explicate what will materialise

When you're served on a home plate to this crowd.

They've been champing with sexed-up hostility.

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

assault, degradation and sexual abuse

Not to bring up 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 whips. Nor tight masking tape

Or how you'll spend the adjacent hour

beingness"tutored"and licked into shape

It'll record you orgasmed freely

Convulsing and bucking away

Implying you loved every moment

An abandoned and wanton display

Without any test copy of wrong-doing

The gang will be gifted dislodge rein

They can come anytime and kidnap you

And they will do …. again and again

And there's zilch you can do to block them

Blackmailed by a video tape

So when you're dark fancy come knocking

They'll be fully in accusation of your fate

They'll canary up behind you and seize 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 story

And my Book have brought you undone

Make your own fingers 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 make out your disconsolate fantasy

But I hope non ever really take home

> > > > > > > >

Now, what of this char who was inside my van

The one I just took for a ride ?

fountainhead, she still has her underclothing on

But the vibrator still buzzes inside

I scoop up all her belonging

And place them inside a big bag

I see that null is missing,

Then remove her hood and her gag

Releasing the ‘ cuff rophy 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 front room access

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

Her belonging and sign 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 outdoors 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 actual cute"

She anxiously looks down at her squelchy wet invertebrate foot

On each metrical foot there's a wellington bang

.……

I know she loves her moody fancies

But not to let them contribute her undone

She knows I can pen bawdy verse form

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

xxx mu