`` Abduction '' it maybe not what you want

But you have to consent what is served

And if you harbor iniquity fancy

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 keep on

Grab a tissue paper, you know, just in case

My news are for one special person

A womanhood I completely adored

And although my tactual sensation still linger

She moved on and I moved abroad

Anyway, back to my story

And to return an initial brainstorm

It tells of her part in a works-outing

Where alcohol flowed freely all night

When briefly away from her workmates

A meathead had made a crude play

Saying she looked to be open

To"jolty Department of Justice"being dispensed her way

Speechless, she re-joined her companion

Who told her about his design

He picks up and takes away women

With or without their consent

They said he's an insatiable colossus

The committer of"marathon"rapes

And some were said to terminal 60 minutes

Involving a solid clump of his checkmate

Her friends tell her more than revolting stories

Of all way of matter that they do

To the fair sex he takes with him

And insist that the stories are true

They said he's never arrested

And immune from conviction for liveliness

He has a crown-judge in his pocket

Having filmed a"long dark"with his married woman



They said the inaugural dark that he"took"her

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

But after her tenacious night of"attention"

For month, she"wait on"each week

The news spread throughout her hi-circles

early married woman felt a pauperism to"attend"

> But that's a unharmed different fib

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 auctioneer

And sold off to unscrupulous men

She knows her supporter were just joking

And the tease was at her expense

‘ Cos getting away with such scandalization

Just wouldn't have made any sense

But they say if she goes the succeeding Friday

She'd salutary prepare in approach

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 following week, then, we dare you"

Her friends root on her all in one spokesperson

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

The guy had looked dire and brutish

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 potty to ponder

About coming back the next 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 illusion begin to hold shake

An unwholesome tingle starts building

At persuasion of kidnap and carnal foul gaming

Remembering what her admirer told her

She scrolls through some sickening view

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

Her fingerbreadth know just what that means

They start to meet where they shouldn't

At visual modality of being taken away

And as they take on a life of their own

She can't stop them having their way

... ... ... ..

After four longsighted nights of more reach

His ‘ influence'is starting to melt

But as Friday 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 this night's rendezvous ?

But I bet that you still end up going

Dressed sexy to pay the cat valium ignitor

To his figure to abduct you

And get yourself gang-raped all night"

Dismissing this unthinkable feeling

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

And as her instinct scream"just stay away"

She decides to breast all the same.

This time around she flies alone

No back-up or well-disposed support

She knows of his grim reputation

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

………….. so

Swearing she's not out for"risky venture"

But just fancies a duet of wines.

She preps and preens in close detail.

And coquette herself up to the nines

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

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 spirit thumps hard in her chest

Coursing hot blood through her body

Causing improper unrest

At first he just seems to ignore her

And throws a simple prompt fleeting glance

But it tells him she's kept her appointment

With his treacherous, sly game of luck

Nervous, but strangely excited

She drinks more than 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

Patient, he sharpens his talons

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



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

And his previous lurch was all rodomontade

He sidles up-side when she goes to the bar

To discharge his cruel plan to snatch her

His silver 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, still and seductive.

Her defenses melt away, one by one.

If he can bit away all resistance,

Her arousal will tip her untie

He breathes more word of honor 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, slacken and gruntle

That he'll make it erotic and fun

And as his fingers sneak up through her tomentum

Her capture has already begun

When his finger's breadth caress the nape of her neck,

It's talons which brush light on her skin.

And she thrills to the thought of abduction

As her dark illusion kick in.

Her subversive and growing arousal

lot her deeper under his magic spell.

Allowing her back-stabbing demons

To sleep-walk her into sex hell.

She'll be like a lamb to the slaughter,

If her worst nightmare comes genuine.

But as her electric resistance shimmy slowly away,

Her comeuppance is now over-due

He asks if she'd like to come with him

Willing, and of absolve accord

To where they could get to be friendly

And where avenue could be explored

She knows wicked deeds 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 waver

So he swings into action plan"B"

A cute petty game he has up his sleeve

Involving handcuffs, a daring and a key

Her eyes open all-encompassing as if saucers

When he drops his ‘ turnup 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,

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 eyes off the handcuff

Or deny that they gave her a rush

.

He wheedles his fingerbreadth 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 flavor, and still shaking her head

The temptation proves strong to jib

And she disturbingly hears herself saying

"OK, but only one wrist."

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

And clicks one end to her radiocarpal joint

"Now swing your weapon system one shot behind you"he says

"Go on.. please.. I insist"

In a play-act she's taking no foster

Her munition swing around to comply

But an accomplice has slinked up behind her

And wrist two gets clicked luxuriously and dry

"Hey, let me go, this isn't portion of the trade"

She immediately starts to dissent

"Oh no, you're decent, 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 onrush

"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 honorable behave and be silent.

In your interest, don't make a scene

‘ cos this bar is full moon of drunk horn-dogs

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

His finger then snake where they shouldn't

In search of his roundabout prize

He can see this is just what she wanted

He can tell by the tone in her oculus

Her legs start feeling like jelly

And she leans on the bar for accompaniment

Which offers a stance more compel

Free rein for his treacherous sport.

As his digit keep slowly advancing

She lets out a desperate moan

She knows she is silky with foreplay

And implications have finally hit nursing home

His fingerbreadth slip down ever low-toned

Her arms are cuffed at her back

She's bent over with legs all akimbo

And can't stop his sordid blast

A fingerbreadth alight on its target

Then massages slow up and down

And just to combine her torment

His thumb circles slow rung and circle

As he explores even further

Her legs set about to move over way

But he continues his digit terpsichore conjuring trick

And their brazen and claiming ballet

A finger now gaining full trespass

Another one chute by its position

Working her ever more firmly

Working her ever more wide

threesome fingers then round out her torture

Three fingerbreadth which do what they will

III fingerbreadth now slick with her juice

III finger which just fit the bill

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 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 befall

sot horn-dogs were for 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 words

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

"To run across some horny jail-birds ”.

His heavy arm then golf stroke around her

Effectively sealing her circumstances

A cape is flung over her berm

And now it's too late to get by

The ness hides the ‘ manacle 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

Last fourth dimension the driver was friendly

A married person 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 conveyancing

Where the number one wood is sweet and obliging

He's taking her to her sorry incubus

And blue 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 predilection

So keep interpretation to find your fate.

The tale about your kidnapper

Have almost hit on the nail

He has a clandestine declaration

With a jumpy and roughneck local jail.



He goes to the pub every Friday

Exploiting the deep secrets within

Those who harbor glum 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 colored thought of abduction

The"recruiter"has sucked you right in

You only have yourself to blame

As you let your nightmare begin

The room access to his van chute widely subject

Two henchmen then haul you inside

The doorway slams shut causing duskiness

Now there's nowhere to run or to hide

Hands then worm you and turn you

This way and that, who knows where

Manhandled with unaffectionate pitting

You're pushed into some kind of death 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 backtalk

A tie-band then holds it in place

Then an detonation of blinding Patrick White adept

As a hand slaps you hard in your aspect

"Now listen up close little girly"

As a hand grips you firm on your chin

"If you would care to see morning

Then you'd better relax and fall in in"



"Do you want to make this matter well-fixed

Or go down the concentrated path instead ?"

Knowing there now seems no option

You give a svelte nod of your head

"good girlfriend, you gave the ripe answer

We also want you to have fun

And not cause knife-cuts and bruise

Before the biz's even begun

But I'm here to cave in you fair warning

I'm not gon na lie and pretend

There might be red wealds on your ankles and wrists

By the time we get to the end"

You give a dry swig and a shiver

At the thought of what lay ahead

But your mind goes blank with another hard slap

As a hood then encases your head

The hood has some form of hemming

Which seems to encircle your neck

You feel its buckle being latched into place

Your luck has just cashed a bad cheque

You then feel some kind of motility

Your trip is now underway

They fiddle about with your handlock

And you feel them being taken away

As workforce start tugging the incline of your top

You feel it being slowly removed

Your racy new bra then comes into opinion

A wolf-whistle shows it's been approved

By instinctive reflex you automatically lift up your arms

As your top slides up over your promontory

You want to drop your coat of arms down again

But rough helping hand hold them high up instead

You hear the tink-chinkle of handcuffs

And your radiocarpal joint are ensnared once again

But this clip you can't get your weapon down

They've be hung up on some kind of range of mountains

helping hand then pull unvoiced on your ankle joint

stretch you out by your understructure

Your whole body just seems to go airborne

pull you out of your rear end

You feel you're at a mad angle

Your arm 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 set back chute under your backrest

Supporting the system of weights of your torso

Releasing the line of the handcuffs

Which briefly had been quite ungodly

Now laid on your back horizontal

hand pull at the heel of your shoes

"Tonight there'll be no more walking

So, don't headache, you've zip to mislay"

men then pull at your leging

You're being relieved of your slump

"We're just making sure you are ready"

As your second joint get a couple of smacks

Already relieved of your footwear

Your metrical unit are raised, one at a time

You feel them being wiped with warm liquid

It's outlandish, but feels quite sublime.

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

A voice coos, unnervingly sweet

"Tonight, there's no music for dancing

But you'll swing to an alternative beat."

You feel some kind of severely stockings

organism eased into piazza on your human foot

The warm liquid has furnished them slippery

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

"These are for when we suspend you

When you're naked and pay heed upside down

Ready to encounter your dance tutor

Who will really whip you around."

Oh no ! Those words weren't expected

A terrifying tour of effect

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

"And we could dispense with taking such lengths."

You're relieved to get word an escape-route

He written report you close for reaction

You nod your head like a demon

It's exactly just what he wants

"So you do require a predilection of the bull-whip

To find the ardent gleaming of its candy kiss

To dance to its hypnotic regular recurrence

And come to welcome the sound of its bird ?

His lyric make you writhe in a panic

Frantic"MmmmMMmMmm"s emit from your hood

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

"You'll terpsichore well when he's whipping you salutary.

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

Before extracting your shrieking

Your cavorting will cause the ring's passions to rise

You'll be the red-hot miss of their dream"

Your mind is a vortex in nuclear meltdown

heterosexual person thinking now torn up in whit

It consumes and diverts your tending

You don't notice they're spreading your legs

Your"wind sleeve"have cracking piffling eye-hooks

The van has bars either side

The tension is steadily building

Tight ropes sustain your legs open wide of the mark

Then hands with intent of wrong-doing

twist down on the base of your thong

You feel a strong foreign object

Probing where it don't belong

Unable to stop its violation

It relentlessly slides into place

A click starts a unshakable low buzzing

You flush as your substance starts to wash

Still wet from your"enforced"stimulation

And despite your degrading mistreat

The buzzing sends you grim

To the brink of sweeping defeat

The oscillation are wholly consuming

The waves coming fast and intense

They break down your final exam resistance

They breach your last lineage of defense mechanism

In a haze of orgasmic bending

Which lasts for … you don't know how long

A sudden sharp botheration jolt you back down to earth

If you thought they were done … you were wrong

The pain sensation is a scribble … a sting on your titty

Causing"MMmmmMmm"s which you quickly regret

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

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

"I suppose you should have it off where we're going"

There's a sinister tone to his voice

"It's to meet some sex-hungry convict

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

You feel a dull point slowly tracing

Some definite lines on your cutis

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

With a substance, 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 make it quite plain

But some of the toughie are illiterate person

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 excuse what will materialise

When you're served on a dental plate to this crew.

They've been champing with sexed-up aggression.

And can't time lag to get their gravelly script on you

trespass, abasement and sexual abuse

Not to mention being repeatedly raped

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

Your ordeal will be video-taped.

But it won't reveal any shackles.

Nor whips. Nor mingy screening tape

Or how you'll spend the following 60 minutes

existence"tutored"and licked into anatomy

It'll record you orgasmed freely

Convulsing and bucking away

Implying you loved every bit

An abandoned and wanton video display

Without any test copy of wrong-doing

The mob will be gifted free rein

They can come anytime and abduct you

And they will do …. again and again

And there's nothing you can do to stop them

Blackmailed by a picture tape

So when you're dark partiality come knocking

They'll be fully in commission of your luck

They'll snitcher up behind you and catch you

You'll be stripped and gag masking taped

You'll be thrown on a begrime old mattress

Then held down and repeatedly raped

So if you're now hot from my report

And my wrangle have brought you undone

shuffle your own finger now have you

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

> > > > > > > > > >

All the above, you brought on yourself

When you let your secret on function escape

I know you love your dark fancies

But I hope non ever really contain place

> > > > > > > >

Now, what of this woman who was inside my van

The one I just took for a ride ?

Well, she still has her underwear on

But the vibrator still buzzes inside

I scoop up all her belonging

And lay them inside a big bag

I ensure that nix is missing,

Then remove her hood and her gag

Releasing the ‘ cuff roach which held her

I stand her up on my hi-top van floor

I fix a blindfold to deal her eyes

Then set her complimentary outside her front door

It's cold-blooded and it's three in the forenoon

Her belonging and house key in helping hand

The van and its number one wood do a runner

Her"abduction"was fully pre-planned

She anxiously rips off her blind-fold

She's in underwear and outdoors alone

Her center adjust into focussing

She sees she's outside her own abode

She feels the vibe is still buzzing

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

She anxiously looks down at her squelchy wet substructure

On each pes there's a wellington boot

.……

I know she loves her iniquity fantasy

But not to let them convey her undone

She knows I can drop a line bawdy poems

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

xxx mu