`` Abduction '' it maybe not what you want

But you have to accept what is served

And if you harbor dark fancies

My words are what you deserve ... ..

I've written my"abduction"taradiddle

In a format not to every-ones discernment

But if you decide to uphold

Grab a tissue paper, you know, just in slip

My tidings are for one special person

A charwoman I completely adored

And although my touch sensation still linger

She moved on and I moved abroad

Anyway, back to my story

And to give an initial perceptiveness

It tells of her parting in a works-outing

Where alcohol flowed freely all night

When briefly away from her workmates

A meathead had made a crude turn

Saying she looked to be heart-to-heart

To"rough justice"being dispensed her way

Speechless, she re-joined her fellow

Who told her about his intent

He picks up and takes away charwoman

With or without their consent

They said he's an insatiable ogre

The committer of"marathon"rapes

And some were said to death hours

Involving a whole lot of his Ilex paraguariensis

Her friends tell her more wicked account

Of all manner of matter that they do

To the women he takes with him

And insist that the stories are true

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 offset Nox that he"took"her

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

But after her long night of"aid"

For month, she"attended"each week

The newsworthiness bed cover throughout her hi-circles

former wife felt a need to"give ear"

> But that's a unanimous different narrative

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

Her friend 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 scandalisation

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 animation as a sex hard worker

If she falls target to his sly verbal terpsichore

They say he's always"recruiting"

And was in every Fri night

They said to come back and confront him

And she drunkenly says she just might.

"Come alone future week, 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 60 minutes .. no alternative ”.

Later, as they all were dispersing

She glanced back over her articulatio humeri

And wondered if he'd be"recruiting"

Next week like her acquaintance had all told her.

The guy had looked dire and brutish

The eccentric 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 contemplate

About coming back the side by side week

All she wants to do at that present moment

Is go home and get loads of sleep.

…………

Two nights later, recalling the level

Her dark phantasy begin to hold tilt

An unwholesome thrill starts building

At thoughts of kidnap and carnal foul play

Remembering what her admirer told her

She scrolls through some sickening scene

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

Her fingers have it off just what that means

They start to have-to doe with where they shouldn't

At visions of being taken away

And as they take on a life of their own

She can't block them having their way

... ... ... ..

After four prospicient nights of more touching

His ‘ influence'is starting to pass off

But as Friday sun bent low in the sky

decisiveness now have to be made

Just then her telephone set Ping a message

Unnerving, it almost rings lawful

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 green Inner Light

To his plan 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 shout out"just stay away"

She decides to front all the same.

This sentence around she flies alone

No back-up or friendly backup

She knows of his down reputation

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

………….. so

Swearing she's not out for"dangerous undertaking"

But just illusion a couple of wines.

She preps and preens in faithful detail.

And vamps herself up to the nines

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

With its target of wanton innovation

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

And tonight she is head of the line

…………….

The bar is a judicious field

And her core thumps hard in her bureau

Coursing hot blood through her consistency

Causing improper unrest

At first he just seems to neglect her

And throws a mere quick fleeting glimpse

But it tells him she's kept her date

With his unreliable, sly plot 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 beverage herself dizzy

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 shot

And his old pitch was all rodomontade

He sidles up-side when she goes to the bar

To discharge his cruel design to snatch her

His silver 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, tranquil and seductive.

Her defenses melt away, one by one.

If he can chip away all resistance,

Her arousal will tip her undone

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 kind, obtuse and gentle

That he'll take a leak it erotic and fun

And as his fingerbreadth sneak up through her fuzz

Her gaining control has already begun

When his fingers caress the nape of her neck,

It's talons which brush illumination on her skin.

And she thrills to the thought of abduction

As her dark illusion kick in.

Her revolutionist and growing arousal

lot her deeper under his charm.

Allowing her back-stabbing demons

To sleep-walk her into sex hell.

She'll be like a lamb to the thrashing,

If her high-risk nightmare comes true.

But as her resistance gaffe slowly away,

Her comeupance is now over-due

He asks if she'd like to number with him

Willing, and of free accord

To where they could get to be favorable

And where avenues could be explored

She knows wicked deed of conveyance could bechance her

And she knows she has to decline

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

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 little game he has up his sleeve

Involving handcuffs, a dare and a key

Her middle undefendable wide of the mark as if disc

When he drops his ‘ handcuff 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 convey her eyes off the cuff

Or deny that they gave her a boot

.

He wheedles his finger's breadth high into her tomentum

As he places a key on the bar

"I know that you're demise to try them

And to experience how thrilling they are"

Despite her gut tone, and still shaking her headland

The temptation proves hard to resist

And she disturbingly hears herself saying

"OK, but only one wrist."

Her blossom is now goose-bumps as he picks up the ‘ handcuff

And clicks one end to her wrist

"Now swing your arms rhythm behind you"he says

"Go on.. please.. I insist"

In a play-act she's taking no farther

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 role of the deal"

She immediately starts to dissent

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

"I didn't mean to prepare you distressed ”.

"Here ”, he says"You take the key"

As he pulls at the waist of her slackness

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 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 interestingness, don't make a view

‘ cos this bar is full of drunk horn-dogs

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

His finger then snake where they shouldn't

In hunting of his devious prize

He can see this is just what she wanted

He can tell by the look in her middle

Her legs start feeling like jelly

And she leans on the bar for reinforcement

Which offers a posture more obliging

Free rein for his treacherous sport.

As his finger's breadth keep slowly advancing

She lets out a desperate moan

She knows she is slick with stimulation

And import have finally hit household

His fingers slip down ever lower

Her weapon are cuffed at her back

She's bent over with legs all akimbo

And can't stop his sordid onrush

A finger alight on its target

Then massages slow up and down

And just to deepen her torment

His thumb circles slow rung and round

As he explores even further

Her legs begin to hand way

But he continues his finger dance deception

And their brazen and claiming ballet

A fingerbreadth now gaining wax trespass

Another one coast by its English

Working her ever more firmly

Working her ever more wide

tierce finger's breadth then round out her frustrate

Three finger's breadth which do what they will

three fingers now slick with her juices

Three finger which just fit the banknote

She hates him for being such a mother fucker

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 pass off

rummy 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 news

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

"To fulfill some horny jail-birds ”.

His wakeless arm then baseball swing around her

Effectively sealing her portion

A cape is flung over her shoulders

And now it's too late to take to the woods

The ness 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

last-place clip the device driver was friendly

A spouse she thought she knew well

But he knows all about her disconsolate partiality

Of abduction into outlaw sex-hell

So this ride is not a conveyance of title

Where the number one wood is Henry Sweet and obliging

He's taking her to her worst nightmare

And gloomy 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 reading to witness your fate.

The floor about your abductor

Have almost hit on the nail

He has a clandestine contract

With a boisterous and street fighter local jail.



He goes to the pub every Fri

Exploiting the deep mystery within

Those who harbor dark illusion

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 hold back reading

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

> >. > .. > >

Exploiting darkness thoughts of abduction

The"recruiter"has sucked you right in

You only have yourself to blame

As you let your incubus begin

The room access to his van slide wide undefendable

Two confederate then haul you inside

The door slams shut causing darkness

Now there's nowhere to run or to hide

Hands then twist you and change state you

This way and that, who knows where

Manhandled with uncaring rowdiness

You're pushed into some kind of chair

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

You hear a growling voice 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 lip

A tie-band then holds it in seat

Then an explosion of blinding snowy stars

As a hand slaps you punishing in your face

"Now listen up close niggling girly"

As a hand clasp you firm on your Chin

"If you would like to see morning

Then you'd better relax and pass in"



"Do you want to shit this thing easygoing

Or go down the heavy road instead ?"

Knowing there now seems no option

You give a slender nod of your drumhead

"commodity girlfriend, you gave the right result

We also want you to bear fun

And not have 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 wrists

By the fourth dimension we get to the end"

You give a dry gulping and a chill

At the thinking of what lay ahead

But your nous goes vacuous with another voiceless slap

As a cap then encases your head

The hood has some kind of hemming

Which seems to encircle your cervix

You feel its buckle being latched into place

Your luck has just cashed a bad cheque

You then feel some sort of gesture

Your trip is now underway

They fiddle about with your handcuff

And you feel them being taken away

As handwriting start tugging the position of your top

You feel it being slowly removed

Your racy new bra then comes into persuasion

A wolf-whistle display it's been approved

By unconditioned reflex you automatically lift up your coat of arms

As your top slides up over your head

You want to drop your arm down again

But rough hands hold them high up instead

You hear the tink-chinkle of handlock

And your wrist joint are ensnared once again

But this time you can't get your arms down

They've be hung up on some form of Sir Ernst Boris Chain

Hands then pull hard on your ankles

stretch you out by your groundwork

Your whole organic structure 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 hammock

The breed on your wrist hard to wear

Some kind of board slides under your back

Supporting the weight of your body

Releasing the strain of the handcuffs

Which briefly had been quite ungodly

Now laid on your back horizontal

Hands pull at the dog of your shoes

"Tonight there'll be no more walking

So, don't concern, you've nix to fall behind"

manpower then pull at your leging

You're being relieved of your drop-off

"We're just making sure you are ready"

As your second joint get a couple of hell dust

Already relieved of your footgear

Your infantry are raised, one at a time

You feel them being wiped with fond liquid state

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 cut to an substitute beat."

You feel some kind of severely stockings

being eased into place on your foot

The warm liquid has furnished them slippery

So your"wind cone"fit you tight, cubby and smashing

"These are for when we suspend you

When you're naked and string up upside down

Ready to assemble your dance tutor

Who will really welt you around."

Oh no ! Those Word of God weren't expected

A terrifying turn of events

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

"And we could parcel out with taking such lengths."

You're relieved to get word 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 taste of the bull-whip

To finger the fond glowing of its kiss

To dance to its hypnotic rhythm method

And come to welcome the sound of its bird ?

His words 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 dance well when he's slaughter you beneficial.

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

Before extracting your screams

Your cavorting will cause the pack's passions to rise

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

Your mind is a vortex in nuclear meltdown

Straight thinking now torn up in shreds

It consumes and diverts your attention

You don't observation they're spreading your legs

Your"wind cone"have neat niggling eye-hooks

The van has bars either face

The tension is steadily building

Tight ropes hold up your peg loose astray

Then hands with spirit of wrong-doing

Pull down on the base of your flip-flop

You feel a strong foreign object

Probing where it don't belong

Unable to barricade its trespass

It relentlessly slides into place

A click starts a steady low buzzing

You flush as your gist starts to raceway

Still wet from your"enforced"rousing

And despite your degrading mistreat

The buzzing sends you unrelenting

To the threshold of wholesale licking

The vibrations are wholly consuming

The waves coming fast and intense

They break down your final immunity

They breach your last argument of defence

In a haze of orgasmic deflection

Which lasts for … you don't lie with how foresighted

A sudden acutely annoyance jolts you back down to earth

If you thought they were done … you were damage

The annoyance is a scratch … a sting on your white meat

Causing"MMmmmMmm"s which you quickly regret

"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 articulation

"It's to meet some sex-hungry convicts

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

You feel a sluggish compass point slowly tracing

Some definite lines on your skin

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

With a message, before we begin

.It's to the aforementioned convict

You're about to go"entertain"

It says"I'm here for your pleasure"

I think that should make believe it quite plain

But some of the toughie are nonreader

So there's arrows pointing this way and that

To extend a full set of options

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 aggressiveness.

And can't waiting to get their rough in manus on you

ravishment, degradation and sexual abuse

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 lash. Nor fast masking piece taping

Or how you'll spend the next hour

Being"tutored"and licked into build

It'll disc you orgasmed freely

Convulsing and bucking away

Implying you loved every moment

An abandoned and light display

Without any cogent evidence of wrong-doing

The gang will be gifted absolve rein

They can come anytime and abduct you

And they will do …. again and again

And there's nothing you can do to finish them

Blackmailed by a video tape

So when you're nighttime fancies come knocking

They'll be fully in charge of your fortune

They'll snitcher up behind you and grab you

You'll be stripped and gag masking taped

You'll be thrown on a muddied old mattress

Then held down and repeatedly raped

So if you're now hot from my story

And my words have brought you undone

shuffle your own finger's breadth 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 function escape

I know you eff your darkness fancies

But I hope non ever really take place

> > > > > > > >

Now, what of this cleaning woman who was inside my van

The one I just took for a ride ?

fountainhead, 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 zero is missing,

Then off her hood and her gag

Releasing the ‘ cuff rophy which held her

I stand her up on my hi-top van storey

I fix a blindfold to cover her eyes

Then set her disembarrass outside her front line door

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

Her belonging and house key in deal

The van and its device driver do a runner

Her"abduction"was fully pre-planned

She anxiously rips off her blind-fold

She's in underwear and open air alone

Her eyes adjust into centering

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 pes

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

.……

I know she loves her dark fantasy

But not to let them bring her ruined

She knows I can drop a line bawdy poems

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

xxx mu