`` Abduction '' it maybe not what you want

But you have to have what is served

And if you harbor dour illusion

My words are what you deserve ... ..

I've written my"abduction"story

In a data format not to every-ones discernment

But if you decide to continue

catch a tissue paper, you know, just in case

My run-in are for one especial soul

A woman I completely adored

And although my belief still linger

She moved on and I moved abroad

Anyway, back to my report

And to present an initial perceptivity

It tells of her office in a works-outing

Where alcohol flowed freely all Nox

When briefly away from her workmates

A meathead had made a crude shimmer

Saying she looked to be open

To"rough justice"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 demon

The committer of"endurance contest"rapes

And some were said to endure minute

Involving a whole bunch of his mates

Her friends severalize her more implike fib

Of all way of things that they do

To the women he takes with him

And insist that the narrative are lawful

They said he's never arrested

And immune from article of faith for spirit

He has a crown-judge in his pouch

Having filmed a"long Nox"with his wife



They said the inaugural night that he"took"her

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

But after her farsighted night of"attention"

For months, she"attend to"each week

The news spread throughout her hi-circles

other wife felt a need to"attend"

> But that's a whole different report

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

Her supporter 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 booster 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 side by side Fri

She'd better prepare in cash advance

To expend her life as a sex hard worker

If she falls prey to his sly verbal dance

They say he's always"recruiting"

And was in every Fri night

They said to get back and confront him

And she drunkenly says she just might.

"seed alone next workweek, then, we dare you"

Her friends urge her all in one voice

"But if you allow him to take 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 workweek like her supporter had all told her.

The guy had looked terrible and beastly

The type who controls and commands

No doubt he could do what he wanted

To those who fell into his custody

But for now she's too tipsy to ponder

About coming back the next week

All she wants to do at that moment

Is go home and get lashings of sleep.

…………

Two nights later, recalling the report

Her dark fancies begin to hold swing

An unwholesome quiver starts building

At thoughts of kidnap and carnal foul manoeuvre

Remembering what her admirer told her

She scrolls through some sickening scenes

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

Her finger's breadth roll in the hay just what that means

They start to touch where they shouldn't

At sight of being taken away

And as they take on a life of their own

She can't arrest them having their way

... ... ... ..

After four farsighted Nox of more 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 pings a message

Unnerving, it almost rings true

It's from a friend who had dared her

"Are you dreading this evening's tryst ?

But I bet that you still end up going

Dressed sexy to give the green luminosity

To his designs 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 wow"just remain away"

She decides to front all the same.

This sentence around she flies solo

No back-up or well-disposed reenforcement

She knows of his grim repute

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

………….. so

Swearing she's not out for"adventure"

But just fancies a duad of wines.

She preps and preens in fold detail.

And vamps herself up to the nines

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

With its targets of wanton aim

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 voiceless in her chest

Coursing hot profligate through her consistence

causing wrong ferment

At initiative he just seems to snub her

And throws a mere agile 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 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, he sharpens his talons

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



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

And his previous pitch was all bluster

He sidles up-side when she goes to the bar

To expel his cruel architectural plan to abduct her

His silver spiel is entrancing.

A well-practiced, seductive secret plan 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 chipping away all immunity,

Her arousal will tip her unwrap

He breathes more words of flirtation

Soft and sensuous into her ear

Saying she's sure to enjoy it

And that she has cypher to fear.

He says he'll be sort, tiresome and gentle

That he'll urinate it titillating and fun

And as his fingerbreadth sneak up through her pilus

Her capture has already begun

When his fingerbreadth 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 sorry fancy kick in.

Her revolutionary and growing arousal

Draws her deeper under his spell.

Allowing her back-stabbing demons

To sleep-walk her into sex hell.

She'll be like a lamb to the mass murder,

If her worst nightmare comes admittedly.

But as her underground miscue slowly away,

Her comeuppance is now over-due

He asks if she'd like to follow with him

Willing, and of free accord

To where they could get to be favorable

And where boulevard could be explored

She knows wicked deeds could befall her

And she knows she has to correct

But it's hard to apply"No"as an solvent

When she's horny and heady with wine

He can see that she's started to weave

So he swings into action plan"B"

A cute little game he has up his sleeve

Involving cuff, a dare and a key

Her optic spread wide as if dish

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 drinking if you try them,

cum 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 whisker

As he places a key on the bar

"I know that you're dying to try them

And to finger how thrilling they are"

Despite her gut spirit, and still shaking her head

The temptation proves hard to resist

And she disturbingly hears herself saying

"OK, but only one wrist."

Her rosiness is now goose-bumps as he picks up the ‘ cuff

And clicks one end to her wrist

"Now swing your weaponry round behind you"he says

"Go on.. please.. I insist"

In a play-act she's taking no further

Her arms swing around to comply

But an accomplice has slinked up behind her

And wrist two gets clicked gamey and dry

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

She immediately starts to protest

"Oh no, you're right, 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 straw man

He laughs as her panic attacks

"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 interest, don't make a scene

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

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

His fingers then snake where they shouldn't

In search of his devious prize

He can see this is just what she wanted

He can secernate by the look in her eyes

Her ramification start feeling like jelly

And she leans on the bar for financial backing

Which offers a position more obliging

free people rein for his treacherous sport.

As his fingers keep slowly advancing

She lets out a despairing groan

She knows she is slick down with foreplay

And implication have finally hit dwelling

His fingers slip down ever lower

Her arms are cuffed at her back

She's bent-grass over with legs all akimbo

And can't stop his sordid fire

A finger alight on its butt

Then massages slack up and down

And just to deepen her torment

His thumb circles slow daily round and round

As he explores even further

Her legs commence to give way

But he continues his finger dance magic

And their brazen and claiming ballet

A finger now gaining full-of-the-moon trespass

Another one slides by its side

working her ever more firmly

workings her ever more wide

threesome fingerbreadth then round out her torment

troika fingerbreadth which do what they will

Three fingerbreadth now slick with her juice

leash fingers which just fit the note

She hates him for being such a bastard

She hates him for being so rough-cut

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 grass over, right now and right here

And that no-one would step in to facilitate her

In fact, they would probably cheer.

She knows she can't let that happen

sot 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 Scripture

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

"To see some horny jail-birds ”.

His cloggy arm then baseball swing around her

Effectively sealing her fate

A cape is flung over her shoulders

And now it's too late to get out

The cape hides the ‘ cuffs that control her

His arm guides her out through the room access

She's marched to a van which is waiting

A van she has been in before

close time the driver was friendly

A married person she thought she knew well

But he knows all about her moody partiality

Of abduction into wide-open sex-hell

So this ride is not a conveyance

Where the device driver is fresh and obliging

He's taking her to her defective nightmare

And dark 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 keep on recital to find your fate.

The report about your kidnapper

Have almost hit on the nail

He has a clandestine contract

With a jolting and tough local jail.



He goes to the pub every Friday

Exploiting the deep closed book within

Those who harbor dark fondness

And your preference has seen you sucked in.

So now you've been tricked into manacle

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 iniquity thoughts of abduction

The"recruiter"has sucked you right in

You only have yourself to pick

As you let your nightmare begin

The door to his van sliding board wide undefended

Two henchmen then cart you inside

The door slams shut causing dark

Now there's nowhere to run or to hide

Hands then writhe you and work you

This way and that, who knows where

Manhandled with uncaring roughness

You're pushed into some kind of death chair

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

You hear a growling 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 mouth

A tie-band then holds it in place

Then an explosion of blinding white genius

As a hand slaps you hard in your face

"Now listen up close little girly"

As a hired man grips you firm on your chin

"If you would like to see morning

Then you'd better relax and give in"



"Do you want to cook this thing promiscuous

Or go down the hard path instead ?"

Knowing there now seems no option

You give a flimsy nod of your head

"trade good girl, you gave the right response

We also want you to have fun

And not make knife-cuts and bruises

Before the secret plan's even begun

But I'm here to give you fair warning

I'm not gon na lie and pretend

There might be red wealds on your ankles and wrist joint

By the metre we get to the end"

You give a dry gulp and a shiver

At the thought of what lay ahead

But your mind goes white with another gruelling smack

As a cowl then encases your head

The hood has some kind of hemming

Which seems to encircle your cervix

You feel its warp being latched into office

Your luck has just cashed a bad cheque

You then sense some form of motion

Your head trip is now underway

They fiddle about with your handlock

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 unconditioned reflex you automatically lift up your arms

As your top slides up over your head

You want to drop your arms down again

But rough helping hand hold them high up instead

You hear the tink-chinkle of handcuff

And your wrists are ensnared once again

But this sentence you can't get your arms down

They've be hung up on some kind of chain

Hands then pull intemperate on your ankles

Stretching you out by your base

Your whole body just seems to go airborne

pull you out of your fanny

You feel you're at a mad angle

Your weapons system are still up in the air

You're being stretched out like a hammock

The straining on your articulatio radiocarpea hard to support

Some sort of mesa slides under your rachis

Supporting the weight of your body

Releasing the melodic phrase of the handcuffs

Which briefly had been quite sinful

Now laid on your back horizontal

Hands pull at the blackguard of your skid

"Tonight there'll be no more walking

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

hands then pull at your leg covering

You're being relieved of your slacks

"We're just making sure enough you are ready"

As your second joint get a twosome of smacks

Already relieved of your footwear

Your human foot are raised, one at a metre

You feel them being wiped with warm liquid state

It's outre, but feels quite sublime.

"I bet you can't supposition 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 hard stockings

organism eased into post on your pes

The ardent liquid has furnished them slippery

So your"wind cone"fit you tight, snug and neat

"These are for when we suspend you

When you're naked and hung upside down

Ready to meet your dance coach

Who will really scald you around."

Oh no ! Those words weren't expected

A terrifying number of events

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

"And we could administer with taking such lengths."

You're relieved to hear an escape-route

He studies you close for answer

You nod your head like a demon

It's exactly just what he wants

"So you do desire a preference of the bull-whip

To feel the warm gleaming of its osculation

To trip the light fantastic to its mesmerizing rhythm

And come to receive the strait of its hissing ?

His Scripture make you writhe in a panic

Frantic"MmmmMMmMmm"s emit from your thug

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

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

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

Before extracting your screaming

Your cavorting will cause the crowd's warmth to rise

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

Your mind is a whirlpool in meltdown

Straight thinking now torn up in smidge

It consumes and diverts your attention

You don't notice they're spreading your leg

Your"socks"have neat slight eye-hooks

The van has ginmill either side

The tensity is steadily building

Tight ropes go for your leg open wide

Then hands with intention of wrong-doing

Pull down on the Qaeda of your flip-flop

You feel a heavily foreign object

Probing where it don't belong

Unable to stop its intrusion

It relentlessly slides into place

A click 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 unrelenting

To the brink of wholesale defeat

The quiver are wholly consuming

The waving coming fast and intense

They break down your final opposition

They breach your shoemaker's last line of defence

In a haze of orgasmic deflection

Which lasts for … you don't bang how longsighted

A sudden sharp infliction jerking you back down to earth

If you thought they were done … you were wrongly

The pain is a bread … a sting on your boob

causing"MMmmmMmm"s which you quickly regret

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

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

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

There's a sinister tincture to his voice

"It's to meet some sex-hungry convicts

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

You feel a obtuse point slowly tracing

Some definite lines on your skin

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

With a substance, before we begin

.It's to the said inmate

You're about to go"entertain"

It says"I'm here for your pleasure"

I think that should pee it quite plain

But some of the thugs are illiterate

So there's arrows pointing this way and that

To declare oneself a fully set of options

As, in turn, they go in to bat.



So let me explicate what will happen

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

They've been champing with sexed-up aggression.

And can't time lag to get their rocky hands on you

assault, degradation and sexual abuse

Not to mention being repeatedly raped

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

Your ordeal will be video-taped.

But it won't reveal any shackles.

Nor whips. Nor compressed covering taping

Or how you'll spend the side by side hour

existence"tutored"and licked into flesh

It'll disk you orgasmed freely

Convulsing and bucking away

Implying you loved every mo

An abandoned and wanton display

Without any proof of wrong-doing

The gang will be gifted free rein

They can come anytime and abduct you

And they will do …. again and again

And there's zilch you can do to stop them

Blackmailed by a video tape

So when you're dark fantasy come knocking

They'll be fully in boot 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 soiled old mattress

Then held down and repeatedly raped

So if you're now hot from my story

And my dustup have brought you undone

Make your own digit now have you

And don't plosive speech sound ‘ till they've made you cum.

> > > > > > > > > >

All the above, you brought on yourself

When you let your secret on purpose escape

I know you love your dark fancies

But I hope non ever really take property

> > > > > > > >

Now, what of this cleaning lady 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 position them inside a big bag

I ensure that nothing is missing,

Then take away her lens hood and her gag

Releasing the ‘ handcuff rope which held her

I stand her up on my hi-top van flooring

I fix a blindfold to cover her eyes

Then set her free outside her front door

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

Her belonging and house 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 underclothes and outdoors alone

Her eyes adjust into focusing

She sees she's outside her own home

She feels the vibe is still buzzing

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

She anxiously looks down at her squelchy wet fundament

On each invertebrate foot there's a wellington rush

.……

I know she loves her dark-skinned fancies

But not to let them bring her loosen

She knows I can write bawdy poems

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

xxx mu