`` 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"story

In a format not to every-ones mouthful

But if you decide to carry on

grab a tissue, you know, just in lawsuit

My password are for one special person

A cleaning woman I completely adored

And although my flavour still linger

She moved on and I moved abroad

Anyway, back to my story

And to give an initial insight

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"rough justice"being dispensed her way

Speechless, she re-joined her comrades

Who told her about his intent

He picks up and takes away cleaning woman

With or without their consent

They said he's an insatiate monster

The committer of"marathon"rapes

And some were said to finis minute

Involving a whole bunch of his partner

Her friends assure her More pixilated stories

Of all manner of affair that they do

To the women he takes with him

And insist that the storey are confessedly

They said he's never arrested

And immune from judgment of conviction for life-time

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 beak

But after her foresightful Nox of"tending"

For months, she"attended"each week

The news program spread throughout her hi-circles

Other married woman felt a motivation to"give ear"

> But that's a completely different tarradiddle

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Her Quaker 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 admirer were just joking

And the tease was at her disbursement

‘ Cos getting away with such outrage

Just wouldn't have made any sensory faculty

But they say if she goes the future Friday

She'd respectable prepare in approach

To pass her life as a sex slave

If she falls prey to his sly verbal dancing

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.

"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 60 minutes .. no choice ”.

Later, as they all were dispersing

She glanced back over her shoulder joint

And wondered if he'd be"recruiting"

Next week like her friends had all told her.

The guy had looked fearsome and brutish

The type 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 think over

About coming back the succeeding week

All she wants to do at that moment

Is go family and get consignment of sleep.

…………

Two Nox later, recalling the story

Her dark fancies begin to have got swing

An unwholesome tingle starts building

At cerebration of kidnap and carnal foul bid

Remembering what her friends told her

She scrolls through some sickening scenes

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

Her digit know just what that means

They start to impact where they shouldn't

At visions of being taken away

And as they take on a life of their own

She can't stop over them having their way

... ... ... ..

After four tenacious nighttime of more touching

His ‘ influence'is starting to fade

But as Friday sun hangs low in the sky

Decisions now have to be made

Just then her phone Ping River a message

Unnerving, it almost rings genuine

It's from a ally who had dared her

"Are you dreading this night's tryst ?

But I bet that you still end up going

Dressed sexy to give the commons light

To his aim 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 inherent aptitude scream"just stay away"

She decides to front all the same.

This metre around she flies solo

No back-up or friendly support

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 close detail.

And tease herself up to the nines

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

With its targets of wanton design

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

And tonight she is read/write head of the line

…………….

The bar is a heady bowl

And her kernel thumps heavily in her dresser

Coursing hot blood through her eubstance

Causing improper ferment

At for the first time he just seems to ignore her

And throws a mere quickly fleeting glimpse

But it tells him she's kept her appointment

With his punic, sly game of opportunity

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 drinkable 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 come-on

And his premature delivery was all bluster

He sidles up-side when she goes to the bar

To discharge his cruel plans to abduct her

His silver gray spiel is entrancing.

A well-practiced, seductive biz plan.

Underhanded. Erotic. Tenacious.

He won't quit ‘ til she's inside his van.

As he sweet-talks her, liquid and seductive.

Her defenses melt away, one by one.

If he can chip away all resistor,

Her arousal will tip her ruined

He breathes more words of flirt

Soft and sensuous into her ear

Saying she's sure to love it

And that she has goose egg to fear.

He says he'll be kind, irksome and easy

That he'll lay down it erotic and fun

And as his digit sneak up through her whisker

Her seizure has already begun

When his fingers caress the scruff of her cervix,

It's talons which brush ignitor on her skin.

And she thrills to the thought of abduction

As her dark fancies kick in.

Her revolutionist and growing arousal

Draws 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 slaughter,

If her worst incubus comes on-key.

But as her resistance miscue slowly away,

Her comeuppance is now over-due

He asks if she'd like to come with him

Willing, and of free accord

To where they could get to be friendly

And where avenue could be explored

She knows wicked deeds could happen her

And she knows she has to decline

But it's hard to ease up"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 lilliputian game he has up his sleeve

Involving handcuffs, a dare and a key

Her eyes clear encompassing as if saucers

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 crapulence 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 eyes off the handlock

Or deny that they gave her a rushing

.

He wheedles his fingers high into her hair

As he places a key on the bar

"I know that you're demise to try them

And to feel how thrilling they are"

Despite her gut feeling, and still shaking her header

The temptation proves arduous to resist

And she disturbingly hears herself saying

"OK, but only one wrist."

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

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 arms swing around to follow

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 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 front

He laughs as her panic tone-beginning

"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 respectable behave and be silent.

In your sake, don't make a prospect

‘ cos this bar is total of toast horn-dogs

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

His fingers then snake where they shouldn't

In hunting of his devious plunder

He can see this is just what she wanted

He can tell by the tone in her optic

Her peg start feeling like jelly

And she leans on the bar for living

Which offers a position more obliging

Free rein for his treacherous sport.

As his fingers keep slowly advancing

She lets out a desperate moan

She knows she is slick with stimulation

And logical implication have finally hit rest home

His fingerbreadth slip down ever lower

Her arms are cuffed at her back

She's bent over with legs all akimbo

And can't intercept his sordid attack

A finger alight on its target

Then massages slack up and down

And just to compound her crucify

His ovolo traffic circle slow round and round

As he explores even further

Her legs set about to give way

But he continues his fingerbreadth dance magic

And their brazen and claiming ballet

A finger now gaining full usurpation

Another one slides by its side

working her ever more firmly

Working her ever more wide

Three fingers then round out her torment

trio digit which do what they will

Three fingerbreadth now slick with her juices

trio fingerbreadth which just fit the bill

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 over, right now and right here

And that no-one would step in to avail her

In fact, they would probably cheer.

She knows she can't let that materialize

drunkard horn-dogs were sure to connect 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 Son

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

"To meet some horny jail-birds ”.

His impenetrable arm then swing around her

Effectively sealing her fate

A cape is flung over her shoulders

And now it's too late to bunk

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

death time the driver was friendly

A mate she thought she knew well

But he knows all about her dark fancies

Of abduction into lawless sex-hell

So this drive is not a conveyance

Where the device driver is angelical and obliging

He's taking her to her worst nightmare

And saturnine 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 version to witness your fate.

The stories about your abductor

Have almost hit on the nail

He has a clandestine contract

With a rough and ruffian local anaesthetic jail.



He goes to the pub every Fri

Exploiting the deep secrets within

Those who harbor nighttime fantasy

And your penchant has seen you sucked in.

So now you've been tricked into handlock

You've been frog-marched out to his van

You know you should really finish recitation

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

> >. > .. > >

Exploiting non-white thoughts of abduction

The"recruiter"has sucked you right in

You only have yourself to charge

As you let your nightmare begin

The door to his van slides all-inclusive clear

Two henchmen then haul you inside

The door slams shut causing iniquity

Now there's nowhere to run or to hide

paw then wrench you and turn you

This way and that, who knows where

Manhandled with thoughtless disorderliness

You're pushed into some variety of chair

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

You hear a grumble articulation 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 oral cavity

A tie-band then holds it in place

Then an explosion of blinding white stars

As a hired hand slaps you hard in your face

"Now listen up close short girly"

As a hand grip you firm on your chin

"If you would like to see morning

Then you'd in effect relax and open in"



"Do you want to make this affair easy

Or go down the hard route instead ?"

Knowing there now seems no option

You give a slight nod of your read/write head

"Good girl, you gave the right answer

We also want you to have fun

And not have knife-cuts and bruises

Before the game's even begun

But I'm here to apply you fair warning

I'm not gon na lie and make

There might be red wealds on your articulatio talocruralis and wrists

By the time we get to the end"

You give a dry draft and a frisson

At the thought of what lay ahead

But your mind goes blank with another gruelling slap

As a hood then encases your headland

The cowl 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 sense some variety of motility

Your stumble is now underway

They fiddle about with your handcuffs

And you feel them being taken away

As handwriting start tugging the English 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 sleeve

As your top slides up over your heading

You want to sink your arms down again

But rough hands hold them mellow up instead

You hear the tink-chinkle of handcuff

And your wrists are ensnared once again

But this clock time you can't get your arms down

They've be hung up on some variety of range

mitt then pull hard on your ankle

Stretching you out by your feet

Your whole organic structure just seems to go airborne

pulling you out of your hind end

You feel you're at a mad angle

Your weapons system are still up in the air

You're being stretched out like a hillock

The line on your carpus hard to yield

Some kind of table slides under your vertebral column

Supporting the weight of your body

Releasing the stress of the handcuff

Which briefly had been quite ungodly

Now laid on your hinder horizontal

manus wrench at the heels of your shoes

"Tonight there'll be no more walk

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

Hands then pull at your leggings

You're being relieved of your slacks

"We're just making trusted you are ready"

As your thigh get a couple of smooch

Already relieved of your footwear

Your fundament 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 guess what we're doing"

A part coos, unnervingly afters

"Tonight, there's no music for dancing

But you'll swing to an alternative beat."

You feel some kind of heavily stockings

beingness eased into property on your invertebrate foot

The warm liquidity 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 receive your dance tutor

Who will really whip you around."

Oh no ! Those words weren't expected

A terrifying turn of effect

"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 subject field you close for answer

You nod your head like a daimon

It's exactly just what he wants

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

To feel the warm glow of its kiss

To dance to its mesmerizing rhythm

And come to welcome the sound of its Bronx cheer ?

His words make you writhe in a panic

Frantic"MmmmMMmMmm"s emit from your hood

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

"You'll dance well when he's flagellation you thoroughly.

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

Before extracting your riot

Your cavorting will cause the crew's passions to rise

You'll be the toothsome young lady of their dream"

Your mind is a whirlpool in meltdown

Straight thinking now torn up in scintilla

It consumes and diverts your attention

You don't notification they're spreading your legs

Your"socks"have bang-up little eye-hooks

The van has legal community either side

The tension is steadily building

Tight ropes curb your legs undefended extensive

Then hands with intent of wrong-doing

Pull down on the base of your flip-flop

You feel a hard foreign object

Probing where it don't belong

Unable to discontinue its intrusion

It relentlessly slides into spot

A click starts a steady low buzzing

You flush as your heart starts to raceway

Still wet from your"enforced"foreplay

And despite your degrading mistreat

The buzzing sends you relentless

To the verge of in large quantities defeat

The vibrations are wholly consuming

The undulation coming fast and intense

They break down your final underground

They breach your last line of defense

In a haze of orgasmic divagation

Which lasts for … you don't know how farsighted

A sudden acutely pain in the neck saccade you back down to earth

If you thought they were done … you were wrong

The pain in the neck is a scratch … a sting on your breast

Causing"MMmmmMmm"s which you quickly regret

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

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

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

There's a sinister quality to his phonation

"It's to meet some sex-hungry inmate

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

You feel a muffle compass point slowly tracing

Some definite lines on your tegument

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

With a message, before we begin

.It's to the said yardbird

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 thugs are illiterate

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 pass off

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

They've been champing with sexed-up aggression.

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

Violation, abasement and sexual abuse

Not to mention being repeatedly raped

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

Your trial by ordeal will be video-taped.

But it won't reveal any shackles.

Nor whip. Nor soaked masking tape

Or how you'll spend the future hour

Being"tutored"and licked into shape

It'll record you orgasmed freely

Convulsing and bucking away

Implying you loved every here and now

An abandoned and wanton display

Without any validation of wrong-doing

The crew will be gifted destitute rein

They can come anytime and abduct you

And they will do …. again and again

And there's zero you can do to stop them

Blackmailed by a video tape

So when you're dark fancies come knocking

They'll be fully in accusation of your circumstances

They'll sneak up behind you and catch 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 parole have brought you undone

Make your own fingers now have you

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

> > > > > > > > > >

All the above, you brought on yourself

When you let your secret on design escape

I know you love your nighttime fancies

But I hope non ever really strike lieu

> > > > > > > >

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 localize them inside a big bag

I see to it that cypher is missing,

Then remove her hood and her gag

Releasing the ‘ cuff R-2 which held her

I stand her up on my hi-top van floor

I fix a blindfold to cover her eyes

Then set her gratis outside her front door

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

Her belonging and house key in bridge player

The van and its driver do a contrabandist

Her"abduction"was fully pre-planned

She anxiously rips off her blind-fold

She's in underwear and outdoors alone

Her eyes adjust into focussing

She sees she's outside her own home

She feels the vibe is still buzzing

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

She anxiously looks down at her squelchy wet groundwork

On each foot there's a capital of New Zealand boot

.……

I know she loves her obscure fancies

But not to let them bring her undone

She knows I can pen ribald poem

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

xxx mu