`` Abduction '' it maybe not what you want

But you have to accept what is served

And if you harbor dark partiality

My words are what you deserve ... ..

I've written my"abduction"taradiddle

In a format not to every-ones taste

But if you decide to continue

snatch a tissue paper, you know, just in shell

My Good Book are for one special person

A cleaning lady I completely adored

And although my flavour still linger

She moved on and I moved abroad

Anyway, back to my story

And to yield an initial perceptivity

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 purport

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 unscathed clump of his mate

Her friends tell her more wicked history

Of all manner of affair that they do

To the charwoman he takes with him

And insist that the stories are straight

They said he's never arrested

And immune from strong belief for sprightliness

He has a crown-judge in his pocket

Having filmed a"long night"with his wife



They said the first dark that he"took"her

He didn't know she's the married woman of a nozzle

But after her longsighted Night of"attention"

For month, she"advert"each week

The news spread throughout her hi-circles

early married woman felt a demand to"go to"

> But that's a whole dissimilar write up

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 friends were just joking

And the tease was at her disbursement

‘ Cos getting away with such scandalization

Just wouldn't have made any sensory faculty

But they say if she goes the side by side Friday

She'd better prepare in advance

To spend her lifetime as a sex slave

If she falls target to his sly verbal dancing

They say he's always"recruiting"

And was in every Friday dark

They said to issue forth back and confront him

And she drunkenly says she just might.

"semen alone next week, then, we dare you"

Her friends urge her all in one voice

"But if you allow him to exact you away

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

Later, as they all were dispersing

She glanced back over her shoulder

And wondered if he'd be"recruiting"

Next week like her Friend had all told her.

The guy had looked dread and brutish

The type who controls and commands

No uncertainty he could do what he wanted

To those who fell into his hands

But for now she's too tipsy to ponder

About coming back the next week

All she wants to do at that minute

Is go home and get piles of sleep.

…………

Two nighttime later, recalling the stories

Her dark partiality begin to hold up sway

An unwholesome tingle starts building

At opinion of kidnap and animal foul play

Remembering what her supporter told her

She scrolls through some sickening view

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

Her fingers recognise just what that means

They start to touch where they shouldn't

At visual sensation of being taken away

And as they take on a life of their own

She can't kibosh them having their way

... ... ... ..

After four long nights of Sir Thomas More contact

His ‘ influence'is starting to fade

But as Friday sun hangs low in the sky

Decisions now have to be made

Just then her telephone ping a subject matter

Unnerving, it almost rings dependable

It's from a ally who had dared her

"Are you dreading tonight's rendezvous ?

But I bet that you still end up going

Dressed sexy to give the greens light

To his designs 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 scream"just rest away"

She decides to front all the same.

This meter around she flies solo

No back-up or friendly support

She knows of his macabre report

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

………….. so

Swearing she's not out for"escapade"

But just illusion a couple of wines.

She preps and preens in conclude detail.

And prickteaser herself up to the nines

She'd been told he has a cruel ‘ 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 business

…………….

The bar is a heady arena

And her heart thumps hard in her chest

Coursing hot stemma through her body

causing unlawful unrest

At initiative he just seems to ignore her

And throws a bare agile fleeting glance

But it tells him she's kept her fitting

With his treacherous, sly game of probability

Nervous, but strangely excited

She drinks more wine-colored than she should

Praying he doesn't come over

But secretly hoping he would

He watches her crapulence herself featherbrained

He ensures no-one else intervenes

patient, he sharpens his talons

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



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

And his former tar was all bluster

He sidles up-side when she goes to the bar

To exonerate his cruel plans to kidnap her

His silver 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, 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 Thomas More words of flirting

Soft and sensuous into her ear

Saying she's sure to savour it

And that she has zilch to fear.

He says he'll be kind, sluggish and pacify

That he'll make it erotic and fun

And as his fingers sneak up through her hair

Her capture has already begun

When his digit caress the nape of her cervix,

It's talons which brush illumination on her skin.

And she thrills to the thought of abduction

As her dark fancies kick in.

Her subversive and growing rousing

Draws her deeper under his tour.

Allowing her back-stabbing devil

To sleep-walk her into sex hell.

She'll be like a lamb to the thrashing,

If her worst nightmare comes dead on target.

But as her resistance berth slowly away,

Her comeuppance is now over-due

He asks if she'd like to come with him

willing, and of liberate agreement

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 unvoiced to give"No"as an response

When she's horny and heady with wine-colored

He can see that she's started to quiver

So he cut into action programme"B"

A cute small game he has up his arm

Involving handcuffs, a dare and a key

Her optic open wide as if saucers

When he drops his ‘ cuffs on the bar

She immediately senses her jeopardize

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 potable 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 handcuffs

Or deny that they gave her a rush

.

He wheedles his digit high into her hair

As he places a key on the bar

"I know that you're dying to try them

And to experience how thrilling they are"

Despite her gut feeling, and still shaking her head

The temptation proves heavy to fend

And she disturbingly hears herself saying

"OK, but only one wrist."

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

And clicks one end to her radiocarpal joint

"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 comply

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 shank of her slacks

Then dropping the key straight down the front

He laughs as her panic onslaught

"Hey, how can I possibly reach it

Now that you've dropped it down there ?"

"Don't vexation, 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 aspect

‘ cos this bar is full 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 devious trophy

He can see this is just what she wanted

He can secern by the look in her eyes

Her branch start feeling like jelly

And she leans on the bar for support

Which offers a posture more obliging

Free rein for his treacherous sport.

As his fingerbreadth keep slowly advancing

She lets out a desperate moan

She knows she is crafty with arousal

And implications have finally hit plate

His finger slip down ever frown

Her arms are cuffed at her back

She's bent over with peg all akimbo

And can't stop his seedy plan of attack

A finger alight on its prey

Then massages retard up and down

And just to deepen her anguish

His thumb circle slow troll and turn

As he explores even further

Her legs begin to feed way

But he continues his finger dance magic trick

And their brazen and claiming ballet

A finger now gaining good trespass

Another one slides by its side

workings her ever more firmly

Working her ever more wide

Three fingers then round out her frustrate

tercet finger which do what they will

Three fingers now slick with her juice

Three finger which just fit the flyer

She hates him for being such a illegitimate child

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 possess 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 happen

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 word of honor

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

"To meet some horny jail-birds ”.

His heavy arm then swings around her

Effectively sealing her fate

A ness is flung over her shoulders

And now it's too tardy to break loose

The cape hides the ‘ cuff 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 fancy

Of abduction into outlaw sex-hell

So this ride is not a conveyance

Where the driver is sweet-scented and obliging

He's taking her to her uncollectible nightmare

And gloomy forces are doing the driving

> > > >



If you continue on reading

It's you who has taken the come-on

You've gone and exposed your own penchant

So save reading to find your fate.

The storey about your snatcher

Have almost hit on the nail

He has a clandestine contract

With a rough and tough local anaesthetic jail.



He goes to the pub every Friday

Exploiting the deep arcanum within

Those who harbor dark fancies

And your penchant has seen you sucked in.

So now you've been tricked into cuff

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 dark thought of abduction

The"recruiter"has sucked you right in

You only have yourself to fault

As you let your nightmare start out

The door to his van slides wide out-of-doors

Two henchmen then drag you inside

The room access slams shut causing dark

Now there's nowhere to run or to conceal

deal then flex you and grow you

This way and that, who knows where

Manhandled with uncaring roughness

You're pushed into some variety of chairperson

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

You hear a grumble 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 stead

Then an detonation of blinding white stars

As a hand slaps you hard in your face

"Now listen up close minuscule girly"

As a script grips you firm on your chin

"If you would like to see morning

Then you'd better relax and chip in in"



"Do you want to make this affair easy

Or go down the operose route instead ?"

Knowing there now seems no option

You give a slight nod of your head

"Good girl, you gave the right field solution

We also want you to have fun

And not feature knife-cuts and bruises

Before the game'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 articulatio talocruralis and wrists

By the time we get to the end"

You give a dry gulp and a shiver

At the intellection of what lay ahead

But your intellect goes blank shell with another gruelling slap

As a hood then encases your headland

The hood has some form of hemming

Which seems to encircle your neck

You feel its buckle being latched into place

Your fortune has just cashed a bad cheque

You then sense some variety of apparent movement

Your trip is now underway

They fiddle about with your cuff

And you feel them being taken away

As hands start tugging the face of your top

You feel it being slowly removed

Your racy new bra then comes into view

A wolf-whistle appearance it's been approved

By reflex response you automatically lift up your arms

As your top slides up over your straits

You want to drop your arms down again

But pugnacious hired man hold them high up instead

You hear the tink-chinkle of handcuffs

And your wrist joint are ensnared once again

But this metre you can't get your arms down

They've be hung up on some form of chemical chain

Hands then pull operose on your ankles

stretching you out by your fundament

Your whole body just seems to go airborne

pulling you out of your rear

You feel you're at a mad angle

Your weapon system are still up in the air

You're being stretched out like a hammock

The melodic line on your radiocarpal joint hard to bear

Some kind of table slides under your dorsum

Supporting the weight unit of your organic structure

Releasing the strain of the manacle

Which briefly had been quite ungodly

Now laid on your back horizontal

men pull at the bounder of your shoes

"Tonight there'll be no more walk-to

So, don't worry, you've nothing to lose"

paw then pull at your legging

You're being relieved of your slackness

"We're just making for certain you are ready"

As your thigh get a couplet of thunder

Already relieved of your footwear

Your feet are raised, one at a time

You feel them being wiped with warm liquidity

It's outlandish, but feels quite sublime.

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

A voice coos, unnervingly sugariness

"Tonight, there's no medicine for dancing

But you'll swing to an alternative beat."

You feel some form of hard stockings

Being eased into place on your feet

The warm liquidness has furnished them slippery

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

"These are for when we suspend you

When you're defenseless and hung upside down

Ready to come across your terpsichore private instructor

Who will really whip you around."

Oh no ! Those words weren't expected

A terrifying turn of consequence

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

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

You're relieved to pick up 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 require a taste of the bull-whip

To feel the warm glow of its osculate

To trip the light fantastic to its mesmerizing rhythm

And come to welcome the sound of its hiss ?

His countersign make you writhe in a affright

Frantic"MmmmMMmMmm"s emit from your cap

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

"You'll dance well when he's beating you good.

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

Before extracting your thigh-slapper

Your cavorting will do the gang's Passion of Christ to rise

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

Your mind is a maelstrom in meltdown

Straight thinking now torn up in smidgeon

It consumes and diverts your tending

You don't notice they're spreading your legs

Your"air sock"have straight little eye-hooks

The van has bars either side of meat

The tenseness is steadily building

Tight ropes entertain your peg candid all-embracing

Then hands with intent of wrong-doing

Pull down on the bag of your thong

You feel a hard alien object

Probing where it don't belong

Unable to check its violation

It relentlessly slides into place

A click starts a steady low buzzing

You flush as your center starts to race

Still wet from your"enforced"arousal

And despite your degrading mistreat

The buzzing sends you unrelenting

To the brink of wholesale defeat

The vibrations are wholly consuming

The waves coming fast and intense

They break down your final resistor

They breach your last melodic line of defence

In a daze of orgasmic bending

Which lasts for … you don't know how long

A sudden piercing pain jerking you back down to earth

If you thought they were done … you were wrong

The pain is a dough … a sting on your breast

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 vocalisation

"It's to meet some sex-hungry convicts

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

You feel a dull point slowly tracing

Some definite lines on your peel

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

With a message, 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 reach it quite plain

But some of the toughie are illiterate person

So there's arrows pointing this way and that

To put up a total set of options

As, in tour, they go in to bat.



So let me explicate what will happen

When you're served on a shell to this crowd.

They've been champing with sexed-up aggression.

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

encroachment, degradation and sexual ill-treatment

Not to refer being repeatedly raped

But there's something we've kept as a cloak-and-dagger ..…

Your trial by ordeal will be video-taped.

But it won't reveal any shackles.

Nor whips. Nor sloshed masking tape

Or how you'll spend the next hour

Being"tutored"and licked into shape

It'll record you orgasmed freely

Convulsing and bucking away

Implying you loved every moment

An abandoned and trifle away display

Without any proof of wrong-doing

The gang will be gifted free rein

They can come in anytime and abduct you

And they will do …. again and again

And there's nothing you can do to halt them

Blackmailed by a video tape

So when you're dark fancy come knocking

They'll be fully in charge of your lot

They'll sneak up behind you and grab 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 Word have brought you undone

brand your own fingers now have you

And don't stopover ‘ 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 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 come in them inside a big bag

I check that nothing is missing,

Then dispatch her hood and her gag

Releasing the ‘ cuff rophy which held her

I stand her up on my hi-top van floor

I fix a blindfold to cover her eyes

Then set her free people outside her front door

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

Her belonging and house key in hired hand

The van and its number one wood do a moon curser

Her"abduction"was fully pre-planned

She anxiously rips off her blind-fold

She's in underwear and outdoors alone

Her eye adjust into focus

She sees she's outside her own place

She feels the vibration is still buzzing

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

She anxiously looks down at her squelchy wet foot

On each foot there's a wellington boot

.……

I know she loves her blue fancies

But not to let them land her undone

She knows I can write bawdy poems

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

xxx mu