`` Abduction '' it maybe not what you want

But you have to accept what is served

And if you harbor dreary fancies

My words are what you deserve ... ..

I've written my"abduction"history

In a format not to every-ones taste

But if you decide to keep on

snatch a tissue, you know, just in grammatical case

My words are for one particular mortal

A woman I completely adored

And although my flavor still linger

She moved on and I moved abroad

Anyway, back to my tarradiddle

And to give an initial brainstorm

It tells of her contribution in a works-outing

Where alcohol flowed freely all dark

When briefly away from her workmates

A meathead had made a crude play

Saying she looked to be open

To"approximate 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 monster

The committer of"marathon"rapes

And some were said to last hours

Involving a entirely lot of his mates

Her friends evidence her more terrible chronicle

Of all manner of things that they do

To the women he takes with him

And insist that the stories are true up

They said he's never arrested

And immune from conviction for life

He has a crown-judge in his pocket

Having filmed a"long nighttime"with his married woman



They said the offset night that he"took"her

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

But after her long nighttime of"care"

For months, she"attended"each week

The news spreading throughout her hi-circles

Other wives felt a need to"hang"

> But that's a whole different narrative

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 auction

And sold off to unscrupulous men

She knows her champion 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 next Friday

She'd effective prepare in advance

To spend her lifetime as a sex hard worker

If she falls prey to his sly verbal terpsichore

They say he's always"recruiting"

And was in every Friday night

They said to hail back and confront him

And she drunkenly says she just might.

"Come alone next hebdomad, then, we dare you"

Her friends urge her all in one interpreter

"But if you allow him to take you away

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

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 beastly

The case who controls and commands

No question 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 week

All she wants to do at that import

Is go home and get loads of sleep.

…………

Two nighttime later, recalling the fib

Her darkness partiality begin to hold carry

An unwholesome tingling starts building

At sentiment of kidnap and carnal foul play

Remembering what her friends told her

She scrolls through some sickening scenes

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

Her fingers be intimate just what that means

They start to touch where they shouldn't

At visions of being taken away

And as they take on a spirit of their own

She can't stop them having their way

... ... ... ..

After four tenacious Nox of more touching

His ‘ influence'is starting to evanesce

But as Friday sun hangs low in the sky

decisiveness now have to be made

Just then her headphone pings a content

Unnerving, it almost rings rightful

It's from a friend who had dared her

"Are you dreading this evening's rendezvous ?

But I bet that you still end up going

Dressed sexy to throw the common lighting

To his design to abduct you

And get yourself gang-raped all night"

Dismissing this unthinkable belief

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

And as her instincts cry"just stay away"

She decides to front all the same.

This time around she flies solo

No back-up or friendly support

She knows of his grim reputation

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

………….. so

Swearing she's not out for"escapade"

But just fancies a twosome of wines.

She preps and preens in close detail.

And vamps herself up to the 9

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

With its targets of wanton design

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

And tonight she is head of the job

…………….

The bar is a heady arena

And her heart thumps heavy in her thorax

Coursing hot blood through her eubstance

causation improper unrest

At first he just seems to ignore her

And throws a bare quick fleeting glance

But it tells him she's kept her appointment

With his treacherous, sly game of chance

Nervous, but strangely excited

She drinks Sir Thomas More wine-colored than she should

Praying he doesn't come over

But secretly hoping he would

He watches her drink herself woozy

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 claw

And his previous pitch was all rodomontade

He sidles up-side when she goes to the bar

To discharge his cruel architectural plan to nobble her

His silver spiel is entrancing.

A well-practiced, seductive plot 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 resistance,

Her arousal will tip her undone

He breathes more words of flirtation

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 form, slow and mollify

That he'll make it erotic and fun

And as his fingers sneak up through her hair

Her gaining control has already begun

When his fingers caress the scruff of her cervix,

It's talons which brush light on her skin.

And she thrills to the thought of abduction

As her dark partiality kick in.

Her subversive and growing foreplay

haul her deeper under his trance.

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 dependable.

But as her resistance slips 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 boulevard could be explored

She knows wicked deeds could befall her

And she knows she has to reject

But it's hard to cave in"No"as an solvent

When she's horny and heady with wine-coloured

He can see that she's started to vacillate

So he swinging into action plan"B"

A cute little game he has up his arm

Involving cuff, a dare and a key

Her heart open wide as if dish antenna

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 contract her eyes off the handcuffs

Or deny that they gave her a hurry

.

He wheedles his finger high into her pilus

As he places a key on the bar

"I know that you're dying to try them

And to palpate how thrilling they are"

Despite her gut flavour, and still shaking her head

The temptation proves arduous to defy

And she disturbingly hears herself saying

"OK, but only one wrist."

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

And clicks one end to her wrist

"Now swing your coat of 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 comply

But an accomplice has slinked up behind her

And wrist two gets clicked high and dry

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

She immediately starts to protest

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

"I didn't mean to bring in you distressed ”.

"Here ”, he says"You take the key"

As he pulls at the waist of her falling off

Then dropping the key straight down the social movement

He laughs as her panic flak

"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 proficient behave and be silent.

In your interest, don't make a fit

‘ cos this bar is full 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 booty

He can see this is just what she wanted

He can tell apart by the look in her eyes

Her legs starting feeling like jelly

And she leans on the bar for sustenance

Which offers a stance more accommodate

Free rein for his unreliable sport.

As his digit keep slowly advancing

She lets out a heroic moan

She knows she is slick down with stimulation

And implications have finally hit home

His fingers slip down ever lowly

Her arms are cuffed at her back

She's bent over with branch all akimbo

And can't give up his sordid flack

A digit alight on its prey

Then massages slack up and down

And just to compound her torment

His quarter round R-2 slow round and round

As he explores even further

Her legs set out to give way

But he continues his finger terpsichore magic

And their brazen and claiming ballet

A finger now gaining fully encroachment

Another one slides by its side

Working her ever more firmly

Working her ever more wide of the mark

Three fingerbreadth then round out her anguish

trine digit which do what they will

trinity finger's breadth now slick with her succus

trio finger which just fit the bill

She hates him for being such a dickhead

She hates him for being so coarse

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

knack over, right now and right here

And that no-one would tread in to help her

In fact, they would probably cheer.

She knows she can't let that come about

drunk 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 words

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

"To run across some horny jail-birds ”.

His labored arm then swings around her

Effectively sealing her circumstances

A ness is flung over her shoulders

And now it's too previous to lam

The mantle 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

close time the driver was friendly

A spouse she thought she knew well

But he knows all about her dour fancies

Of abduction into anarchic sex-hell

So this drive is not a conveyance of title

Where the driver is sweet and obliging

He's taking her to her bad nightmare

And dark forces are doing the driving

> > > >



If you continue on reading

It's you who has taken the lure

You've gone and exposed your own penchant

So keep recitation to witness your fate.

The stories about your abductor

Have almost hit on the nail

He has a clandestine contract bridge

With a bumpy and tough local jail.



He goes to the pub every Fri

Exploiting the recondite secret within

Those who harbor dark partiality

And your penchant has seen you sucked in.

So now you've been tricked into handcuff

You've been frog-marched out to his van

You know you should really block off reading

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

> >. > .. > >

Exploiting dark intellection of abduction

The"recruiter"has sucked you right in

You only have yourself to blame

As you let your nightmare begin

The doorway to his van coast wide give

Two henchmen then haul you inside

The room access slams shut causing wickedness

Now there's nowhere to run or to hide

Hands then convolute you and turn you

This way and that, who knows where

Manhandled with uncaring roughness

You're pushed into some kind of electric chair

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

You hear a growl 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 lip

A tie-band then holds it in post

Then an detonation of blinding Edward White mavin

As a hand slaps you punishing in your face

"Now listen up close little girly"

As a script grips you firm on your chin

"If you would wish to see dayspring

Then you'd upright relax and founder in"



"Do you want to make this thing sluttish

Or go down the operose road instead ?"

Knowing there now seems no alternative

You give a flimsy nod of your head

"good girl, you gave the proper 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 impart you fair warning

I'm not gon na lie and dissemble

There might be red wealds on your ankle and wrists

By the time we get to the end"

You give a dry gulping and a tremble

At the thought of what lay ahead

But your mind goes blank with another hard slap

As a punk then encases your brain

The tough has some form of hemming

Which seems to gird your cervix

You feel its buckle being latched into place

Your luck has just cashed a bad cheque

You then smell out some sort of motion

Your slip is now underway

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 shows it's been approved

By inborn reflex you automatically sneak up your arms

As your top slides up over your capitulum

You want to overleap your implements of war down again

But rough work force hold them high school up instead

You hear the tink-chinkle of handcuffs

And your wrists are ensnared once again

But this time you can't get your arms down

They've be hung up on some form of chain

Hands then pull arduous on your mortise joint

Stretching you out by your feet

Your unhurt physical structure just seems to go airborne

Pulling you out of your seat

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 pains on your wrists hard to brook

Some sort of table slides under your back

Supporting the weight of your body

Releasing the strain of the handlock

Which briefly had been quite ungodly

Now laid on your back horizontal

Hands pull at the heels of your shoes

"Tonight there'll be no more walk-to

So, don't worry, you've nil to fall back"

Hands then pull at your leggings

You're being relieved of your falling off

"We're just making sure you are ready"

As your second joint get a couple of smacks

Already relieved of your footwear

Your base are raised, one at a prison term

You feel them being wiped with warm liquid

It's bizarre, but feels quite sublime.

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

A vox coos, unnervingly sweetly

"Tonight, there's no music for dancing

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

You feel some kind of unvoiced stockings

organism eased into place on your substructure

The lovesome liquid state has furnished them slippery

So your"socks"fit you tight, snuggery and smashing

"These are for when we suspend you

When you're raw and hung upside down

Ready to match your dance tutor

Who will really whip you around."

Oh no ! Those Scripture weren't expected

A terrifying turn of consequence

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

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

You're relieved to see an escape-route

He studies you close for response

You nod your chief like a demon

It's exactly just what he wants

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

To feel the warm gleam of its kiss

To dance to its spellbinding rhythm

And come to welcome the audio of its hiss ?

His wrangle make you writhe in a terror

Frantic"MmmmMMmMmm"s emit from your hood

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

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

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

Before extracting your screams

Your cavorting will get the pack's Passion to grow

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

Your mind is a maelstrom in nuclear meltdown

heterosexual person thinking now torn up in shreds

It consumes and diverts your attention

You don't poster they're spreading your ramification

Your"wind sleeve"have cracking piddling eye-hooks

The van has bar either side

The tension is steadily building

Tight ropes have your legs open wide

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 intercept its usurpation

It relentlessly slides into place

A dog starts a steady low buzzing

You flush as your heart starts to race

Still wet from your"enforced"arousal

And despite your degrading mistreat

The buzzing sends you unrelenting

To the brink of in large quantities frustration

The vibe are wholly consuming

The waving coming fast and acute

They break down your final resistance

They breach your survive line of defense lawyers

In a haze of orgasmic deflection

Which lasts for … you don't fuck how prospicient

A sudden sharp pain shock you back down to earth

If you thought they were done … you were wrong

The pain is a scratch … a sting on your breast

Causing"MMmmmMmm"s which you quickly repent

"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 feel to his spokesperson

"It's to converge some sex-hungry inmate

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

You feel a dull point slowly tracing

Some definite lines on your skin

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

With a message, before we begin

.It's to the said con

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 person

So there's arrows pointing this way and that

To put up a full set of choice

As, in twist, they go in to bat.



So let me explain what will happen

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

They've been champing with sexed-up aggression.

And can't wait to get their rough mitt on you

rape, degradation and sexual ill-usage

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 whip. Nor besotted masking tape

Or how you'll spend the next hour

being"tutored"and licked into shape

It'll platter you orgasmed freely

Convulsing and bucking away

Implying you loved every moment

An abandoned and wanton show

Without any proof of wrong-doing

The gang will be gifted free rein

They can add up anytime and snatch you

And they will do …. again and again

And there's nix you can do to lay off them

Blackmailed by a television tape

So when you're iniquity phantasy come knocking

They'll be fully in charge of your destiny

They'll sneak up behind you and take hold of you

You'll be stripped and gag covering taped

You'll be thrown on a foul old mattress

Then held down and repeatedly raped

So if you're now hot from my story

And my words have brought you undone

Make your own digit 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 purpose escape

I know you fuck your dark fancies

But I hope non ever really take 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 place them inside a big bag

I ensure that nothing is missing,

Then dispatch 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 cover her eye

Then set her free outside her nominal head door

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

Her belonging and theater key in script

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 heart adjust into focus

She sees she's outside her own home

She feels the vibe is still buzzing

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

She anxiously looks down at her squelchy wet metrical foot

On each fundament there's a Hessian boot boot

.……

I know she loves her dark fondness

But not to let them bring her unmake

She knows I can save ribald verse form

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

xxx mu