`` Abduction '' it maybe not what you want

But you have to have what is served

And if you harbor dark phantasy

My news are what you deserve ... ..

I've written my"abduction"taradiddle

In a data formatting not to every-ones penchant

But if you decide to continue

snap a tissue, you know, just in case

My words are for one special someone

A adult female I completely adored

And although my tone still linger

She moved on and I moved abroad

Anyway, back to my narration

And to throw an initial insight

It tells of her share in a works-outing

Where intoxicant flowed freely all night

When briefly away from her workmates

A meathead had made a crude play

Saying she looked to be spread

To"rough justice"being dispensed her way

Speechless, she re-joined her comrade

Who told her about his design

He picks up and takes away woman

With or without their consent

They said he's an insatiate demon

The committer of"marathon"rapes

And some were said to close hours

Involving a all clustering of his Ilex paraguariensis

Her friends tell her to a greater extent revolting level

Of all way of things that they do

To the woman he takes with him

And insist that the stories are true

They said he's never arrested

And immune from conviction for lifetime

He has a crown-judge in his sack

Having filmed a"long night"with his wife



They said the low gear night that he"took"her

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

But after her long night of"attention"

For months, she"attended"each week

The news spread head throughout her hi-circles

Other wives felt a need to"attend"

> But that's a whole different story

You'll find there's a connection 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 expense

‘ Cos getting away with such outrage

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 lifetime as a sex slave

If she falls quarry to his sly verbal dance

They say he's always"recruiting"

And was in every Friday nighttime

They said to come back and confront him

And she drunkenly says she just might.

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

Her friends urge her all in one vocalization

"But if you allow him to take you away

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

Later, as they all were dispersing

She glanced back over her berm

And wondered if he'd be"recruiting"

Next hebdomad like her friends had all told her.

The guy had looked fearsome and beastly

The eccentric who controls and commands

No doubt he could do what he wanted

To those who fell into his men

But for now she's too potty to ruminate

About coming back the next calendar week

All she wants to do at that consequence

Is go nursing home and get loads of sleep.

…………

Two nights later, recalling the stories

Her dark fantasy begin to moderate sway

An unwholesome prickling starts building

At thoughts of kidnap and carnal foul play

Remembering what her supporter told her

She scrolls through some sickening tantrum

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

Her fingers jazz just what that means

They start to advert where they shouldn't

At imagination of being taken away

And as they take on a life of their own

She can't contain them having their way

... ... ... ..

After four long nights of more touching

His ‘ influence'is starting to fade

But as Friday sun hangs low in the sky

determination now have to be made

Just then her earpiece Ping River a substance

Unnerving, it almost rings honest

It's from a protagonist who had dared her

"Are you dreading this night's rendezvous ?

But I bet that you still end up going

Dressed sexy to dedicate the greenness sparkle

To his intent to abduct you

And get yourself gang-raped all night"

Dismissing this unthinkable notion

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

And as her instincts scream"just stay away"

She decides to breast all the same.

This time around she flies alone

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"dangerous undertaking"

But just fancies a couple of wines.

She preps and preens in close detail.

And coquette herself up to the nines

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

With its butt of wanton pattern

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

And tonight she is head teacher of the credit line

…………….

The bar is a intoxicating arena

And her sum thumps surd in her chest of drawers

Coursing hot blood through her eubstance

Causing improper fermentation

At showtime he just seems to ignore her

And throws a mere quick fleeting glimpse

But it tells him she's kept her appointment

With his treacherous, sly game of chance

Nervous, but strangely excited

She drinks Thomas More wine-colored than she should

Praying he doesn't come over

But secretly hoping he would

He watches her drink herself dizzy

He ensures no-one else intervenes

patient role, he sharpens his talons

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



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

And his previous sales pitch was all bluster

He sidles up-side when she goes to the bar

To clear his cruel plans to abduct her

His silver line of gab 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, still and seductive.

Her defenses melt away, one by one.

If he can scrap away all resistance,

Her arousal will tip her undone

He breathes More words of toying

Soft and sensuous into her ear

Saying she's sure to enjoy it

And that she has zilch to fear.

He says he'll be kind, slow and gentle

That he'll make it titillating and fun

And as his finger's breadth sneak up through her hair

Her capture has already begun

When his fingers caress the nucha of her cervix,

It's talons which brush Christ Within on her skin.

And she thrills to the thought of abduction

As her dark phantasy kick in.

Her subversive and growing foreplay

Draws her deeper under his enchantment.

Allowing her back-stabbing fiend

To sleep-walk her into sex hell.

She'll be like a lamb to the slaughter,

If her mop up incubus comes true.

But as her resistance parapraxis slowly away,

Her comeuppance is now over-due

He asks if she'd like to total with him

Willing, and of free accordance

To where they could get to be friendly

And where avenues could be explored

She knows wicked deeds could befall her

And she knows she has to wane

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

When she's horny and heady with wine

He can see that she's started to vacillate

So he swing into action plan"B"

A cute little game he has up his sleeve

Involving handcuffs, a dare and a key

Her heart open wide as if saucer

When he drops his ‘ cuffs on the bar

She immediately senses her imperil

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 swallow 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 claim her eyes off the handcuffs

Or deny that they gave her a rush

.

He wheedles his fingers high into her fuzz

As he places a key on the bar

"I know that you're dying to try them

And to feel how thrilling they are"

Despite her gut touch sensation, and still shaking her drumhead

The temptation proves voiceless to defy

And she disturbingly hears herself saying

"OK, but only one wrist."

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

And clicks one end to her wrist

"Now swing your coat of arms bout 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 dissent

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

"I didn't mean value to make you in a bad way ”.

"Here ”, he says"You take the key"

As he pulls at the waist of her slacks

Then dropping the key straight down the forepart

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 beneficial behave and be silent.

In your interestingness, don't make a picture

‘ cos this bar is full moon of sot horn-dogs

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

His fingerbreadth 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 eyes

Her stage showtime feeling like jelly

And she leans on the bar for living

Which offers a posture more obliging

Free rein for his treacherous sport.

As his fingerbreadth keep slowly advancing

She lets out a despairing moan

She knows she is slick with arousal

And import have finally hit home

His finger's breadth slip down ever broken

Her arm are cuffed at her back

She's bent grass over with stage all akimbo

And can't finish his sordid attack

A finger alight on its target

Then massages slow up and down

And just to compound her torment

His thumb roofy slow round and round

As he explores even further

Her legs begin to present way

But he continues his finger dancing magic

And their brazen and claiming ballet

A finger now gaining full violation

Another one slides by its slope

working her ever more firmly

Working her ever more wide of the mark

Three digit then round out her bedevilment

Three fingerbreadth which do what they will

trinity fingers now slick with her juice

III finger's breadth which just fit the bill

She hates him for being such a love 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 give her

bent grass over, right now and right here

And that no-one would step in to aid her

In fact, they would probably cheer.

She knows she can't let that happen

Drunk horn-dogs were indisputable to link 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 meet some horny jail-birds ”.

His grueling arm then golf stroke around her

Effectively sealing her fate

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 clock time the number one wood was well-disposed

A mate she thought she knew well

But he knows all about her dark fancies

Of abduction into anarchic sex-hell

So this drive is not a transfer

Where the driver is sweet and obliging

He's taking her to her tough nightmare

And dark effect 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 hold open reading to witness your fate.

The stories about your abductor

Have almost hit on the nail

He has a clandestine contract

With a rough and problematical local jail.



He goes to the pub every Friday

Exploiting the deep secret within

Those who harbor dark fancies

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 kibosh reading

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

> >. > .. > >

Exploiting glum thoughts of abduction

The"recruiter"has sucked you right in

You only have yourself to blame

As you let your nightmare set about

The door to his van glide wide give

Two collaborator then drag you inside

The room access slams shut causing darkness

Now there's nowhere to run or to obscure

deal then pervert you and turn you

This way and that, who knows where

Manhandled with uncaring roughness

You're pushed into some kind of professorship

"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 oral cavity

A tie-band then holds it in space

Then an explosion of blinding white stars

As a hand slaps you hard in your cheek

"Now listen up close little girly"

As a hired hand grips you firm on your chin

"If you would like to see morning

Then you'd respectable relax and impart in"



"Do you want to make this thing easy

Or go down the hard route instead ?"

Knowing there now seems no pick

You give a slight nod of your mind

"Good lady friend, you gave the proper reply

We also want you to have fun

And not hold knife-cuts and bruises

Before the secret plan's even begun

But I'm here to present you fair warning

I'm not gon na lie and venture

There might be red wealds on your mortise joint and radiocarpal joint

By the time we get to the end"

You give a dry gulp and a shiver

At the persuasion of what lay ahead

But your mind goes blank with another hard slap

As a cowling then encases your head

The bonnet has some variety of hemming

Which seems to encircle your neck

You feel its buckle being latched into place

Your circumstances has just cashed a bad bank check

You then feel some kind of gesture

Your trip is now underway

They fiddle about with your handcuffs

And you feel them being taken away

As hired hand start tugging the side of your top

You feel it being slowly removed

Your racy new bra then comes into panorama

A wolf-whistle shows it's been approved

By reflex you automatically lift up your arms

As your top slides up over your headland

You want to expend your arms down again

But rough hands hold them high up instead

You hear the tink-chinkle of handcuff

And your wrists are ensnared once again

But this clip you can't get your arms down

They've be hung up on some variety of chain

hired man then pull hard on your articulatio talocruralis

stretching you out by your foundation

Your hale body just seems to go airborne

Pulling you out of your buns

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 striving on your wrists hard to behave

Some kind of table slides under your back

Supporting the weight of your body

Releasing the stress of the handcuff

Which briefly had been quite sinful

Now laid on your back horizontal

Hands pull at the heels of your brake shoe

"Tonight there'll be no more walk

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

Hands then pull at your leggings

You're being relieved of your drop-off

"We're just making sure you are ready"

As your second joint get a dyad of nip

Already relieved of your footwear

Your feet are raised, one at a time

You feel them being wiped with warm liquid

It's gonzo, but feels quite sublime.

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

A voice coos, unnervingly mellifluous

"Tonight, there's no music for dancing

But you'll swing to an option beat."

You feel some kind of voiceless stockings

Being eased into place on your feet

The warm liquid has furnished them slippery

So your"socks"fit you tight, snug and slap-up

"These are for when we suspend you

When you're raw and advert upside down

Ready to contact your terpsichore coach

Who will really whip you around."

Oh no ! Those words weren't expected

A terrifying turn of events of issue

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

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

You're relieved to hear an escape-route

He subject area you close for response

You nod your mind like a demon

It's exactly just what he wants

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

To finger the tender glow of its candy kiss

To trip the light fantastic to its soporific rhythm

And come to welcome the auditory sensation of its hiss ?

His words make you writhe in a terror

Frantic"MmmmMMmMmm"s emit from your hood

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

"You'll dancing well when he's whipstitching you good.

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

Before extracting your shriek

Your cavorting will get the mob's passions to rise

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

Your brain is a maelstrom in meltdown

straight thinking now torn up in shreds

It consumes and diverts your tending

You don't bill they're spreading your legs

Your"wind sleeve"have clean small eye-hooks

The van has stripe either side

The tension is steadily building

Tight ropes hold your branch open wide of the mark

Then hands with design of wrong-doing

Pull down on the radical of your thong

You feel a hard foreign object

Probing where it don't belong

Unable to stop its intrusion

It relentlessly slides into place

A mouse click starts a steady low buzzing

You flush as your spunk 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 immunity

They breach your go line of defence

In a haze of orgasmic refraction

Which lasts for … you don't recognize how tenacious

A sudden acutely pain jolts 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 regret

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

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

"I suppose you should make out where we're going"

There's a sinister pure tone to his vocalization

"It's to meet some sex-hungry convict

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

You feel a dull decimal point slowly tracing

Some definite telephone circuit on your skin

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

With a message, before we begin

.It's to the aforesaid 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 punk are illiterate

So there's arrows pointing this way and that

To offer a full-of-the-moon set of options

As, in turn, they go in to bat.



So let me explain what will happen

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

They've been champing with sexed-up aggression.

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

trespass, abjection and sexual abuse

Not to mention being repeatedly raped

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

Your trial by ordeal will be video-taped.

But it won't reveal any shackles.

Nor whips. Nor rigorous masking taping

Or how you'll spend the next 60 minutes

beingness"tutored"and licked into chassis

It'll disc you orgasmed freely

Convulsing and bucking away

Implying you loved every bit

An abandoned and trifle away video display

Without any trial impression of wrong-doing

The gang will be gifted disembarrass rein

They can come anytime and kidnap you

And they will do …. again and again

And there's nothing you can do to stop them

Blackmailed by a video tape

So when you're night phantasy come knocking

They'll be fully in direction of your fate

They'll sneak up behind you and snap up 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 account

And my words have brought you undone

Make your own fingers 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 aim escape

I know you get it on your dark fantasy

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 ?

fountainhead, she still has her underclothes on

But the vibrator still buzzes inside

I scoop up all her belonging

And place them inside a big bag

I see that nothing is missing,

Then hit her hood and her gag

Releasing the ‘ cuff circle which held her

I stand her up on my hi-top van floor

I fix a blindfold to track her oculus

Then set her free outside her front door

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

Her belonging and house key in hand

The van and its driver do a blue 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 focussing

She sees she's outside her own home

She feels the vibration is still buzzing

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

She anxiously looks down at her squelchy wet feet

On each foot there's a Duke of Wellington boot

.……

I know she loves her dark fancies

But not to let them bring her unwrap

She knows I can write ribald poems

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

xxx mu