`` Abduction '' it maybe not what you want

But you have to accept what is served

And if you harbor disconsolate fancies

My Holy Writ are what you deserve ... ..

I've written my"abduction"story

In a format not to every-ones sense of taste

But if you decide to bear on

snap a tissue, you know, just in case

My words are for one special somebody

A woman I completely adored

And although my feelings still linger

She moved on and I moved abroad

Anyway, back to my story

And to hold an initial brainwave

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 caper

Saying she looked to be open

To"uncut justice"being dispensed her way

Speechless, she re-joined her fellow

Who told her about his intent

He picks up and takes away women

With or without their consent

They said he's an insatiate monster

The committer of"marathon"rapes

And some were said to last hours

Involving a whole cluster of his checkmate

Her friends tell her more wicked stories

Of all manner of matter that they do

To the women he takes with him

And insist that the stories are genuine

They said he's never arrested

And immune from conviction for life

He has a crown-judge in his scoop

Having filmed a"long night"with his wife



They said the low night that he"took"her

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

But after her long night of"tending"

For months, she"attended"each week

The tidings cattle farm throughout her hi-circles

Other wife felt a penury to"look"

> But that's a solid different tale

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 off

And sold off to unscrupulous men

She knows her friends were just joking

And the tantalization was at her disbursement

‘ Cos getting away with such outrage

Just wouldn't have made any sense

But they say if she goes the next Fri

She'd safe prepare in betterment

To spend her liveliness as a sex slave

If she falls prey to his sly verbal dance

They say he's always"recruiting"

And was in every Friday night

They said to get along back and confront him

And she drunkenly says she just might.

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

Her friends recommend her all in one spokesperson

"But if you allow him to hire you away

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

Later, as they all were dispersing

She glanced back over her shoulder

And wondered if he'd be"recruiting"

Next calendar week like her booster had all told her.

The guy had looked awful and brute

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 potty to ponder

About coming back the next workweek

All she wants to do at that moment

Is go home and get loads of sleep.

…………

Two nights later, recalling the stories

Her nighttime partiality begin to hold tilt

An unwholesome tingle starts building

At intellection of kidnap and carnal foul caper

Remembering what her friends told her

She scrolls through some sickening setting

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

Her finger sleep together just what that means

They start to touch where they shouldn't

At visual sense of being taken away

And as they take on a life of their own

She can't stop them having their way

... ... ... ..

After four long Nox of more touching

His ‘ influence'is starting to blow over

But as Friday sun hangs low in the sky

Decisions now have to be made

Just then her phone Ping a subject matter

Unnerving, it almost rings true

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 have the green ignitor

To his designs to kidnap you

And get yourself gang-raped all night"

Dismissing this unthinkable whim

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

And as her inherent aptitude screech"just stay away"

She decides to face all the same.

This clip around she flies unaccompanied

No back-up or well-disposed support

She knows of his grim report

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

………….. so

Swearing she's not out for"adventure"

But just fancies a brace of wines.

She preps and preens in confining detail.

And flirt herself up to the nines

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

With its objective of wanton blueprint

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

And tonight she is question of the line

…………….

The bar is a heady arena

And her marrow thumps grueling in her pectus

Coursing hot origin through her body

causing improper fermentation

At first he just seems to ignore her

And throws a mere speedy fleeting glance

But it tells him she's kept her appointment

With his treacherous, sly plot of chance

Nervous, but strangely excited

She drinks more wine-coloured 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 role, he sharpens his talons

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



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

And his premature lurch was all bluster

He sidles up-side when she goes to the bar

To discharge his cruel architectural plan to abduct her

His silver patter 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, smoothen and seductive.

Her defenses melt away, one by one.

If he can chip away all resistance,

Her rousing 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 gentle

That he'll puddle it erotic and fun

And as his fingerbreadth sneak up through her hair

Her capture has already begun

When his fingers caress the nape of her neck,

It's talons which brush Light on her skin.

And she thrills to the thought of abduction

As her dour fondness kick in.

Her subversive and growing foreplay

draw her deeper under his piece.

Allowing her back-stabbing demons

To sleep-walk her into sex hell.

She'll be like a lamb to the slaughter,

If her worst nightmare comes true.

But as her resistance mooring slowly away,

Her comeuppance is now over-due

He asks if she'd like to come with him

willing, and of free treaty

To where they could get to be favorable

And where avenues could be explored

She knows wicked human activity could befall her

And she knows she has to decline

But it's hard to turn over"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 short game he has up his sleeve

Involving handcuffs, a dare and a key

Her eyes assailable wide as if discus

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 take her eye off the handlock

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 hard to stand

And she disturbingly hears herself saying

"OK, but only one wrist."

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

And clicks one end to her articulatio radiocarpea

"Now swing your weapon one shot 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 senior high school and dry

"Hey, let me go, this isn't section of the stack"

She immediately starts to protest

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

"I didn't mean to make you hard-pressed ”.

"Here ”, he says"You take the key"

As he pulls at the waist of her quagmire

Then dropping the key straight down the front

He laughs as her scare attacks

"Hey, how can I possibly reach it

Now that you've dropped it down there ?"

"Don't concern, 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 interest, don't make a scene

‘ cos this bar is replete of booze horn-dogs

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

His finger then snake where they shouldn't

In search of his circuitous prize

He can see this is just what she wanted

He can enjoin by the look in her eyes

Her leg start feeling like jelly

And she leans on the bar for support

Which offers a posture more complaisant

Free rein for his treacherous sport.

As his fingers keep slowly advancing

She lets out a desperate moan

She knows she is knavish with arousal

And logical implication have finally hit home base

His digit slip down ever let down

Her arms are cuffed at her back

She's bent-grass over with branch all akimbo

And can't terminate his sleazy attack

A finger alight on its butt

Then massages slow up and down

And just to deepen her torment

His quarter round circuit slow round and cycle

As he explores even further

Her legs commence to pass way

But he continues his digit dance illusion

And their brazen and claiming concert dance

A finger now gaining wide-cut trespass

Another one microscope slide by its face

Working her ever more firmly

Working her ever more wide

Three finger's breadth then round out her torment

Three fingerbreadth which do what they will

tierce fingers now slick with her juices

deuce-ace fingers which just fit the bill

She hates him for being such a dickhead

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 happen

Drunk horn-dogs were sure as shooting to get together 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 intemperate arm then lilt around her

Effectively sealing her destiny

A mantle is flung over her shoulders

And now it's too late to escape

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

Last time the number one wood was friendly

A mate she thought she knew well

But he knows all about her morose fancies

Of abduction into outlaw sex-hell

So this drive is not a conveyance

Where the driver is sweet and obliging

He's taking her to her unsound nightmare

And dark forces are doing the driving

> > > >



If you continue on reading

It's you who has taken the decoy

You've gone and exposed your own predilection

So keep interpretation to see your fate.

The stories about your abductor

Have almost hit on the nail

He has a clandestine contract

With a rough and strong-armer local jail.



He goes to the pub every Friday

Exploiting the recondite arcanum within

Those who harbor saturnine illusion

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 discontinue reading

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

> >. > .. > >

Exploiting dark idea of abduction

The"recruiter"has sucked you right in

You only have yourself to blame

As you let your nightmare start out

The room access to his van slides extensive open

Two confederate then haul you inside

The door slams shut causing duskiness

Now there's nowhere to run or to hide

Hands then twist you and call on you

This way and that, who knows where

Manhandled with uncaring pitting

You're pushed into some form 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 mouth

A tie-band then holds it in plaza

Then an detonation of blinding whiten stars

As a hand slaps you intemperate in your aspect

"Now listen up close minuscule girly"

As a hand clutch you firm on your chin

"If you would care to see morning

Then you'd better relax and give in"



"Do you want to throw this thing well-situated

Or go down the severe route instead ?"

Knowing there now seems no selection

You give a thin nod of your head

"commodity girl, you gave the the right way answer

We also want you to have fun

And not suffer knife-cuts and contusion

Before the game's even begun

But I'm here to give you bazaar warning

I'm not gon na lie and make believe

There might be red wealds on your ankle and wrist joint

By the sentence we get to the end"

You give a dry gulp and a shiver

At the thinking of what lay ahead

But your head goes white with another hard slap

As a hood then encases your head teacher

The hood has some kind of hemming

Which seems to gird your cervix

You feel its warp being latched into topographic point

Your luck has just cashed a bad bank check

You then sense some form of motion

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 opinion

A wolf-whistle show it's been approved

By innate reflex you automatically wind up your arms

As your top slides up over your head

You want to drop 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 sentence you can't get your arms down

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

bridge player then pull hard on your ankles

stretching you out by your feet

Your whole body 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 hillock

The strain on your wrists hard to give birth

Some kind of tabularize slides under your back

Supporting the weight of your body

Releasing the strain of the handcuff

Which briefly had been quite sinful

Now laid on your gage horizontal

men pull at the heels of your shoes

"Tonight there'll be no more take the air

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

Hands then pull at your leging

You're being relieved of your slacks

"We're just making sure you are cook"

As your thigh get a couple of thunder

Already relieved of your footwear

Your foundation are raised, one at a time

You feel them being wiped with tender liquidness

It's bizarre, but feels quite sublime.

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

A vocalism coos, unnervingly sweet

"Tonight, there's no music for dancing

But you'll swing to an substitute beat."

You feel some form of hard stockings

Being eased into place on your feet

The warm liquidness has furnished them slippery

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

"These are for when we suspend you

When you're naked and hang up upside down

Ready to take on your terpsichore tutor

Who will really whip you around."

Oh no ! Those words weren't expected

A terrifying turn of events

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

"And we could dispense with taking such lengths."

You're relieved to hear an escape-route

He studies you close for reception

You nod your forefront like a daemon

It's exactly just what he wants

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

To feel the warm lambency of its kiss

To trip the light fantastic toe to its hypnotic beat

And come to receive the audio of its fizzle ?

His Holy Writ make you writhe in a panic

Frantic"MmmmMMmMmm"s emit from your toughie

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

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

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

Before extracting your screech

Your cavorting will cause the gang's passions to rise

You'll be the blistering girl of their dreams"

Your mind is a maelstrom in meltdown

straight person thinking now torn up in tag end

It consumes and diverts your aid

You don't observation they're spreading your ramification

Your"socks"have full-strength fiddling eye-hooks

The van has prevention either side

The tension is steadily building

Tight ropes concur your legs open wide

Then hands with purpose of wrong-doing

pulling down on the base of your flip-flop

You feel a laborious extraneous aim

Probing where it don't belong

Unable to stop its intrusion

It relentlessly slides into place

A click starts a stabilise low buzzing

You flush as your inwardness starts to race

Still wet from your"enforced"arousal

And despite your degrading mistreat

The buzzing sends you unrelenting

To the brink of sweeping defeat

The vibe are wholly consuming

The undulation coming fast and intense

They break down your final resistance

They breach your close line of demurrer

In a fog of orgasmic deflection

Which lasts for … you don't jazz how long

A sudden keen pain jolts you back down to earth

If you thought they were done … you were wrong

The pain is a mark … a sting on your knocker

Causing"MMmmmMmm"s which you quickly regret

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

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

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

There's a sinister look to his interpreter

"It's to run across some sex-hungry convicts

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

You feel a dull stage slowly tracing

Some definite lines on your skin

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

With a message, before we begin

.It's to the said inmate

You're about to go"entertain"

It says"I'm here for your delight"

I think that should make it quite plain

But some of the hoodlum are illiterate

So there's arrows pointing this way and that

To pop the question a replete set of option

As, in routine, they go in to bat.



So let me explain what will chance

When you're served on a denture to this work party.

They've been champing with sexed-up aggression.

And can't waiting to get their rough workforce on you

infraction, abasement and sexual abuse

Not to mention being repeatedly raped

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

Your ordeal will be video-taped.

But it won't reveal any shackles.

Nor whips. Nor tight covering taping

Or how you'll spend the adjacent hour

Being"tutored"and licked into build

It'll disk you orgasmed freely

Convulsing and bucking away

Implying you loved every present moment

An abandoned and wanton presentation

Without any proof of wrong-doing

The crowd will be gifted justify rein

They can come anytime and snatch you

And they will do …. again and again

And there's nothing you can do to barricade them

Blackmailed by a video tape

So when you're wickedness partiality come knocking

They'll be fully in charge of your fate

They'll sneak up behind you and grab you

You'll be stripped and gag masking taped

You'll be thrown on a grime old mattress

Then held down and repeatedly raped

So if you're now hot from my account

And my word of honor have brought you undone

Make your own finger now have you

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

> > > > > > > > > >

All the above, you brought on yourself

When you let your secret on purpose dodging

I know you lie with your darkness illusion

But I hope non ever really read 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 cypher is missing,

Then remove her bonnet and her gag

Releasing the ‘ handcuff rope which held her

I stand her up on my hi-top van floor

I fix a blindfold to traverse her eyes

Then set her unfreeze outside her front doorway

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

Her belonging and menage key in hand

The van and its driver do a runner

Her"abduction"was fully pre-planned

She anxiously rips off her blind-fold

She's in underwear and open alone

Her eyes adjust into direction

She sees she's outside her own home

She feels the vibe is still buzzing

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

She anxiously looks down at her squelchy wet feet

On each understructure there's a Wellington boot boot

.……

I know she loves her iniquity fancies

But not to let them bring her undone

She knows I can write ribald poems

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

xxx mu