`` Abduction '' it maybe not what you want

But you have to live with what is served

And if you harbor dark fancies

My give-and-take are what you deserve ... ..

I've written my"abduction"report

In a data formatting not to every-ones taste

But if you decide to retain

Grab a tissue paper, you know, just in guinea pig

My watchword are for one especial individual

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 break an initial insight

It tells of her part in a works-outing

Where alcoholic drink flowed freely all dark

When briefly away from her workmates

A meathead had made a blunt play

Saying she looked to be out-of-doors

To"rough judge"being dispensed her way

Speechless, she re-joined her companion

Who told her about his design

He picks up and takes away women

With or without their consent

They said he's an insatiable monster

The committer of"endurance contest"rapes

And some were said to live on hours

Involving a completely bunch of his mates

Her friends tell her more sinful taradiddle

Of all manner of matter that they do

To the women he takes with him

And insist that the narration are admittedly

They said he's never arrested

And immune from sentence for animation

He has a crown-judge in his pocket

Having filmed a"long Nox"with his married woman



They said the first night that he"took"her

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

But after her foresighted night of"attending"

For months, she"attended"each hebdomad

The tidings feast throughout her hi-circles

Other wives felt a need to"attend"

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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 ribbing was at her disbursal

‘ Cos getting away with such outrage

Just wouldn't have made any horse sense

But they say if she goes the next Friday

She'd better prepare in progression

To pass her life as a sex hard worker

If she falls target 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.

"seminal fluid alone succeeding week, then, we dare you"

Her friends urge her all in one vox

"But if you allow him to take you away

He'll use you for hours .. no pick ”.

Later, as they all were dispersing

She glanced back over her shoulder

And wondered if he'd be"recruiting"

Next week like her friends had all told her.

The guy had looked fearsome and brutish

The case who controls and commands

No doubt he could do what he wanted

To those who fell into his manus

But for now she's too tipsy to excogitate

About coming back the next week

All she wants to do at that moment

Is go dwelling and get lode of sleep.

…………

Two night later, recalling the tale

Her shadow fantasy begin to hold sway

An unwholesome tingle starts building

At opinion of kidnap and carnal foul play

Remembering what her supporter told her

She scrolls through some sickening scenes

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

Her fingers know just what that means

They start to touch where they shouldn't

At visual modality 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 longsighted nights of more touching

His ‘ influence'is starting to wither

But as Friday sun bent low in the sky

Decisions now have to be made

Just then her headphone Ping a message

Unnerving, it almost rings true

It's from a friend who had dared her

"Are you dreading tonight's tryst ?

But I bet that you still end up going

Dressed sexy to impart the green visible light

To his designs to snatch 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 stick away"

She decides to front all the same.

This time around she flies solo

No back-up or well-disposed sustenance

She knows of his inexorable report

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

………….. so

Swearing she's not out for"adventure"

But just partiality 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 heel'

With its targets of wanton innovation

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

And tonight she is head of the dividing line

…………….

The bar is a heady sphere

And her heart thumps hard in her chest

Coursing hot blood through her torso

Causing 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 probability

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 drink herself dizzy

He ensures no-one else intervenes

Patient, he sharpens his talons

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



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

And his previous tar was all bravado

He sidles up-side when she goes to the bar

To muster out his cruel plans to abduct her

His ash grey 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, smooth and seductive.

Her defenses melt away, one by one.

If he can microchip away all resistor,

Her foreplay will tip her undone

He breathes more words of flirtation

Soft and sensuous into her ear

Saying she's sure to enjoy it

And that she has nothing to fear.

He says he'll be kind, slow and blue-blooded

That he'll make it erotic and fun

And as his fingers sneak up through her hair

Her capture has already begun

When his fingers caress the scruff of her neck,

It's talons which brush light on her skin.

And she thrills to the thought of abduction

As her dark fancies kick in.

Her revolutionary and growing rousing

haul her deeper under his piece.

Allowing her back-stabbing demon

To sleep-walk her into sex hell.

She'll be like a Charles Lamb to the debacle,

If her worst nightmare comes admittedly.

But as her resistor slips slowly away,

Her deserts is now over-due

He asks if she'd like to hail with him

Willing, and of free accord

To where they could get to be favorable

And where avenues could be explored

She knows wicked deeds could befall her

And she knows she has to decline

But it's backbreaking to give"No"as an solution

When she's horny and heady with vino

He can see that she's started to weave

So he swings into action plan"B"

A cute little secret plan he has up his arm

Involving handcuffs, a daring and a key

Her eyes overt extensive as if dish aerial

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 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 eyes off the manacle

Or deny that they gave her a rush

.

He wheedles his fingers high into her tomentum

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 caput

The temptation proves hard to resist

And she disturbingly hears herself saying

"OK, but only one wrist."

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

And clicks one end to her wrist joint

"Now swing your arms turn behind you"he says

"Go on.. please.. I insist"

In a play-act she's taking no far

Her arms swing around to abide by

But an confederate has slinked up behind her

And wrist two gets clicked high and dry

"Hey, let me go, this isn't part of the flock"

She immediately starts to protest

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

"I didn't mean value to pee 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 front

He laughs as her panic flack

"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 wagerer behave and be silent.

In your interest, don't make a panorama

‘ cos this bar is full of toast horn-dogs

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

His fingers then snake where they shouldn't

In search of his oblique pillage

He can see this is just what she wanted

He can tell by the look in her heart

Her legs 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 finger keep slowly advancing

She lets out a do-or-die moan

She knows she is slick with arousal

And implication have finally hit menage

His fingers slip down ever lower

Her arms are cuffed at her back

She's bent over with peg all akimbo

And can't stop his seedy fire

A finger alight on its target

Then massages slow up and down

And just to compound her torment

His quarter round circles slow cycle and beat

As he explores even further

Her legs begin to open way

But he continues his digit dance magic

And their brazen and claiming ballet

A finger now gaining full violation

Another one slides by its side

workings her ever more firmly

working her ever more all-encompassing

Three fingers then round out her torment

Three finger which do what they will

Three digit now slick with her juice

tercet finger which just fit the visor

She hates him for being such a bastard

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 abuse in to facilitate her

In fact, they would probably cheer.

She knows she can't let that happen

inebriate 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 intelligence

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

"To run across some horny jail-birds ”.

His toilsome arm then cut around her

Effectively sealing her fate

A cape is flung over her shoulder joint

And now it's too late to escape

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

finally time the driver was friendly

A first mate she thought she knew well

But he knows all about her dark illusion

Of abduction into lawless sex-hell

So this drive is not a imparting

Where the device driver is sweet and obliging

He's taking her to her worst incubus

And non-white forces are doing the driving

> > > >



If you continue on reading

It's you who has taken the hook

You've gone and exposed your own penchant

So keep recitation to find your fate.

The news report about your abductor

Have almost hit on the nail

He has a clandestine contract bridge

With a rough and tough local jail.



He goes to the pub every Fri

Exploiting the deep secrets 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 dark thought of abduction

The"recruiter"has sucked you right in

You only have yourself to blame

As you let your incubus get down

The threshold to his van slides all-inclusive open

Two henchmen then haul you inside

The door slams shut causing darkness

Now there's nowhere to run or to hide

Hands then twist you and turn you

This way and that, who knows where

Manhandled with uncaring choppiness

You're pushed into some kind 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 oral fissure

A tie-band then holds it in situation

Then an blowup of blinding livid stars

As a bridge player slaps you hard in your face

"Now listen up close little girly"

As a mitt grips you firm on your chin

"If you would wish to see dawning

Then you'd advantageously relax and give in"



"Do you want to make this thing wanton

Or go down the intemperate route instead ?"

Knowing there now seems no option

You give a thin nod of your head

"trade good girl, you gave the right reply

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 render you sightly warning

I'm not gon na lie and make believe

There might be red wealds on your ankles and wrists

By the metre we get to the end"

You give a dry gulp and a shiver

At the cerebration of what lay ahead

But your idea goes blank with another hard slap

As a hood then encases your head

The hood has some variety of hemming

Which seems to circle your neck

You feel its buckle being latched into place

Your luck has just cashed a bad cheque

You then smell out some kind of apparent movement

Your head trip 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 persuasion

A wolf-whistle show it's been approved

By reflex you automatically lift up your arm

As your top slides up over your headland

You want to drop your arms down again

But rough hands hold them high gear up instead

You hear the tink-chinkle of handcuffs

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 chemical chain

script then pull difficult on your mortise joint

Stretching you out by your substructure

Your whole consistency just seems to go airborne

pull you out of your behind

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 straining on your wrist hard to acquit

Some form of table slides under your spinal column

Supporting the weight of your body

Releasing the strain of the handcuff

Which briefly had been quite iniquitous

Now laid on your back horizontal

Hands pull at the dog of your place

"Tonight there'll be no more walk-to

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

workforce then pull at your legging

You're being relieved of your slump

"We're just making sure you are set up"

As your second joint get a match of flavour

Already relieved of your footwear

Your foot are raised, one at a clock time

You feel them being wiped with strong liquid

It's bizarre, but feels quite sublime.

"I bet you can't dead reckoning what we're doing"

A interpreter coos, unnervingly sweet

"Tonight, there's no music for dancing

But you'll swing to an alternate beat."

You feel some sort of arduous stockings

Being eased into place on your feet

The tender liquidness has furnished them slippery

So your"socks"fit you tight, snug and groovy

"These are for when we suspend you

When you're raw and hung upside down

Ready to meet your dance coach

Who will really whip you around."

Oh no ! Those words weren't expected

A terrifying turn of effect

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

"And we could dispense with taking such lengths."

You're relieved to get a line an escape-route

He bailiwick you close for response

You nod your point like a daemon

It's exactly just what he wants

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

To find the warm glow of its osculation

To trip the light fantastic to its hypnotic rhythm

And come to welcome the speech sound of its Bronx cheer ?

His Good Book make you writhe in a scare

Frantic"MmmmMMmMmm"s emit from your hood

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

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

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

Before extracting your shrieking

Your cavorting will cause the work party's love to rise

You'll be the luscious girl of their ambition"

Your idea is a maelstrom in nuclear meltdown

straight thinking now torn up in shreds

It consumes and diverts your care

You don't notice they're spreading your peg

Your"wind cone"have great little eye-hooks

The van has bars either face

The tension is steadily building

Tight ropes moderate your legs open all-inclusive

Then hands with intent of wrong-doing

pulling down on the bag of your thong

You feel a strong strange objective

Probing where it don't belong

Unable to terminate its encroachment

It relentlessly slides into space

A clink starts a steady low buzzing

You flush as your pump starts to slipstream

Still wet from your"enforced"arousal

And despite your degrading mistreat

The buzzing sends you grim

To the brink of wholesale defeat

The shaking are wholly consuming

The waves coming fast and intense

They break down your final resistivity

They breach your hold out line of defending team

In a daze of orgasmic refraction

Which lasts for … you don't know how long

A sudden precipitous pain jolts you back down to earth

If you thought they were done … you were amiss

The annoyance is a prick … a sting on your breast

causation"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 tone to his voice

"It's to meet some sex-hungry convicts

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

You feel a dull dot slowly tracing

Some definite seam on your skin

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

With a message, before we begin

.It's to the said convicts

You're about to go"entertain"

It says"I'm here for your pleasure"

I think that should work it quite plain

But some of the thugs are illiterate

So there's arrows pointing this way and that

To offer a full moon set of choice

As, in bit, they go in to bat.



So let me excuse what will happen

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

They've been champing with sexed-up aggression.

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

Violation, degradation and sexual maltreatment

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 party whip. Nor tight masking piece tape

Or how you'll spend the next minute

existence"tutored"and licked into configuration

It'll record you orgasmed freely

Convulsing and bucking away

Implying you loved every minute

An abandoned and wanton exhibit

Without any proof of wrong-doing

The work party will be gifted free rein

They can come anytime and abduct you

And they will do …. again and again

And there's zilch you can do to hold on them

Blackmailed by a video recording taping

So when you're night fancies come knocking

They'll be fully in accusation of your fortune

They'll sneak up behind you and grab you

You'll be stripped and gag covering 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 words have brought you undone

Make your own fingers 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 flight

I know you have it away your wickedness 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 assure that zip is missing,

Then remove her hood and her gag

Releasing the ‘ cuff roofy which held her

I stand her up on my hi-top van story

I fix a blindfold to cover her optic

Then set her dislodge outside her front end doorway

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

Her belonging and firm key in hired 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 out-of-doors alone

Her eyes adjust into focus

She sees she's outside her own menage

She feels the vibe is still buzzing

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

She anxiously looks down at her squelchy wet foundation

On each foot there's a wellington boot

.……

I know she loves her dark fancy

But not to let them bring her undone

She knows I can drop a line bawdy poem

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

xxx mu