`` Abduction '' it maybe not what you want

But you have to assume what is served

And if you harbor glum fancy

My intelligence are what you deserve ... ..

I've written my"abduction"floor

In a format not to every-ones taste sensation

But if you decide to continue

Grab a tissue, you know, just in case

My give-and-take are for one special person

A woman I completely adored

And although my belief still linger

She moved on and I moved abroad

Anyway, back to my fib

And to give an initial insight

It tells of her component 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 aim

He picks up and takes away fair sex

With or without their consent

They said he's an insatiable monster

The committer of"marathon"rapes

And some were said to finis hours

Involving a whole lot of his mates

Her friends severalise her more wicked fib

Of all manner of things that they do

To the fair sex 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 sack

Having filmed a"long nighttime"with his wife



They said the first of all nighttime that he"took"her

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

But after her foresighted night of"aid"

For months, she"wait on"each week

The tidings bed covering throughout her hi-circles

Other wife felt a demand to"attend"

> But that's a whole different fib

You'll find there's a radio link at the end…. <

Her champion say that some who go with him

Were never seen or heard from again

They were branded and taken to auctioneer

And sold off to unscrupulous men

She knows her friends were just joking

And the annoyer was at her expense

‘ Cos getting away with such scandalisation

Just wouldn't have made any sense

But they say if she goes the next Fri

She'd better prepare in advance

To spend her life as a sex slave

If she falls prey to his sly verbal saltation

They say he's always"recruiting"

And was in every Friday Night

They said to total back and confront him

And she drunkenly says she just might.

"seminal fluid alone next workweek, then, we dare you"

Her friends inspire her all in one voice

"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 week like her protagonist had all told her.

The guy had looked fearsome and brutish

The eccentric who controls and commands

No dubiety he could do what he wanted

To those who fell into his helping hand

But for now she's too tipsy to ponder

About coming back the next week

All she wants to do at that import

Is go home and get loads of sleep.

…………

Two Night later, recalling the stories

Her dark fantasy begin to have persuade

An unwholesome tingle starts building

At thoughts of kidnap and fleshly foul fun

Remembering what her protagonist 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 impact where they shouldn't

At visions of being taken away

And as they take on a sprightliness of their own

She can't stop them having their way

... ... ... ..

After four tenacious nights of more touching

His ‘ influence'is starting to fade

But as Friday sun hangs low in the sky

decision now have to be made

Just then her phone ping a message

Unnerving, it almost rings true

It's from a protagonist who had dared her

"Are you dreading this evening's rendezvous ?

But I bet that you still end up going

Dressed sexy to turn over the leafy vegetable light

To his plan 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 outride away"

She decides to front all the same.

This time around she flies solo

No back-up or favorable support

She knows of his grim reputation

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

………….. so

Swearing she's not out for"adventure"

But just partiality a dyad of wines.

She preps and preens in close detail.

And vamps herself up to the baseball club

She'd been told he has a savage ‘ 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 personal line of credit

…………….

The bar is a heady arena

And her heart thumps hard in her thorax

Coursing hot profligate through her trunk

causing improper tempestuousness

At firstly he just seems to neglect her

And throws a mere fast fleeting glance

But it tells him she's kept her fitting

With his perfidious, sly game of chance

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 silly

He ensures no-one else intervenes

Patient, he sharpens his talons

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



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

And his previous pitch shot was all bluster

He sidles up-side when she goes to the bar

To muster out his cruel design to abduct her

His silver medal spiel 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 Saratoga chip away all resistance,

Her arousal will tip her undone

He breathes more news of flirtation

Soft and sensuous into her ear

Saying she's sure to enjoy it

And that she has goose egg to fear.

He says he'll be kind, slack and gentle

That he'll make up 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 drab fancies kick in.

Her revolutionist and growing arousal

Draws her deeper under his spell.

Allowing her back-stabbing monster

To sleep-walk her into sex hell.

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

If her worst incubus comes true.

But as her resistance miscue slowly away,

Her comeupance is now over-due

He asks if she'd like to come with him

Willing, and of costless accord

To where they could get to be well-disposed

And where avenues could be explored

She knows wicked human activity could betide her

And she knows she has to decline

But it's hard to leave"No"as an solution

When she's horny and heady with wine

He can see that she's started to hesitate

So he cut into natural action plan"B"

A cute footling game he has up his arm

Involving handcuff, a dare and a key

Her eyes open wide as if saucers

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,

cum on, it's only a dare."

"Oh no ! You've got to be joking"

She says with a reddening flush.

But she can't study her middle off the handcuff

Or deny that they gave her a surge

.

He wheedles his fingers high into her haircloth

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 feeling, and still shaking her header

The temptation proves hard to resist

And she disturbingly hears herself saying

"OK, but only one wrist."

Her bloom is now goose-bumps as he picks up the ‘ cuffs

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 gamy and dry

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

She immediately starts to dissent

"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 figurehead

He laughs as her terror fire

"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 undecomposed behave and be silent.

In your involvement, don't make a scene

‘ cos this bar is wax of inebriate horn-dogs

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

His digit then snake where they shouldn't

In search of his circuitous swag

He can see this is just what she wanted

He can tell by the look in her centre

Her legs start feeling like jelly

And she leans on the bar for support

Which offers a stance more accommodate

Free rein for his treacherous sport.

As his digit keep slowly advancing

She lets out a dire moan

She knows she is glossy with arousal

And implications have finally hit place

His fingers slip down ever lower

Her coat of arms are cuffed at her back

She's set over with legs all akimbo

And can't stop his dirty attack

A finger alight on its objective

Then massages slow up and down

And just to heighten her torment

His thumb roofy slow one shot and beat

As he explores even further

Her legs set out to give way

But he continues his finger dance trick

And their brazen and claiming concert dance

A finger's breadth now gaining entire trespass

Another one slides by its side of meat

Working her ever more firmly

Working her ever more wide

Three finger then round out her torment

terzetto fingers which do what they will

Three fingers now slick with her succus

triplet fingers which just fit the broadside

She hates him for being such a dickhead

She hates him for being so rough-cut

She hates him for saying she'd like it

She hates him for knowing the truth.

He tells her that he could now stimulate 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 chance

drunkard horn-dogs were sure to link up 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 heavy arm then baseball swing around her

Effectively sealing her fate

A ness is flung over her shoulder joint

And now it's too late to fly the coop

The cape hides the ‘ turnup 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 device driver was favorable

A mate she thought she knew well

But he knows all about her dark phantasy

Of abduction into lawless sex-hell

So this ride is not a transferral

Where the driver is sweet and obliging

He's taking her to her speculative incubus

And dark personnel 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 keep reading to find your fate.

The narrative about your abductor

Have almost hit on the nail

He has a clandestine declaration

With a rasping and problematic local jail.



He goes to the pub every Friday

Exploiting the deep mystery within

Those who harbor obscure illusion

And your penchant has seen you sucked in.

So now you've been tricked into manacle

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 idea of abduction

The"recruiter"has sucked you right in

You only have yourself to blame

As you let your nightmare start

The doorway to his van slide wide-cut open

Two henchmen then haul you inside

The doorway 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 unthinking roughness

You're pushed into some form of chair

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

You hear a growling interpreter 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 sass

A tie-band then holds it in place

Then an explosion of blinding Theodore Harold White stars

As a manus slaps you hard in your face

"Now listen up close niggling girly"

As a hand grips you firm on your Chin

"If you would like to see morning

Then you'd advantageously relax and give in"



"Do you want to prepare this thing easy

Or go down the hard path instead ?"

Knowing there now seems no choice

You give a slight nod of your head

"Good little girl, you gave the decent result

We also want you to have fun

And not have knife-cuts and contusion

Before the game's even begun

But I'm here to sacrifice you evenhandedly warning

I'm not gon na lie and pretend

There might be red wealds on your ankle joint and wrist

By the metre we get to the end"

You give a dry draft and a shiver

At the thought of what lay ahead

But your mind goes blank with another hard smacking

As a punk then encases your head

The thug has some variety of hemming

Which seems to encircle your neck

You feel its warp being latched into place

Your hazard has just cashed a bad cheque

You then sense some variety of gesture

Your trip is now underway

They fiddle about with your handcuffs

And you feel them being taken away

As deal start tugging the incline of your top

You feel it being slowly removed

Your racy new bra then comes into thought

A wolf-whistle appearance it's been approved

By reflex you automatically lift up your arms

As your top slides up over your head

You want to drop your munition down again

But rough work force hold them high up instead

You hear the tink-chinkle of handlock

And your wrists are ensnared once again

But this time you can't get your branch down

They've be hung up on some kind of string

Hands then pull hard on your ankles

Stretching you out by your pes

Your whole physical structure just seems to go airborne

pulling you out of your seat

You feel you're at a mad angle

Your sleeve are still up in the air

You're being stretched out like a hummock

The song on your carpus hard to expect

Some form of set back coast under your rachis

Supporting the weight of your body

Releasing the strain of the handcuff

Which briefly had been quite ungodly

Now laid on your hinder horizontal

Hands pull at the heels of your shoes

"Tonight there'll be no more walk-to

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

Hands then pull at your leggings

You're being relieved of your mire

"We're just making certain you are ready"

As your thigh get a couple of skag

Already relieved of your footwear

Your animal foot are raised, one at a meter

You feel them being wiped with warm liquidness

It's bizarre, but feels quite sublime.

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

A vocalism coos, unnervingly odorous

"Tonight, there's no euphony for dancing

But you'll swing music to an alternate beat."

You feel some variety of arduous stockings

Being eased into place on your substructure

The warm liquidness has furnished them slippery

So your"windsock"fit you tight, snuggery and neat

"These are for when we suspend you

When you're nude and fall upside down

Ready to meet your dance tutor

Who will really lash you around."

Oh no ! Those words weren't expected

A terrifying spell of outcome

"But the 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 work you close for response

You nod your head like a demon

It's exactly just what he wants

"So you do require a tasting of the bull-whip

To feel the warm lambency of its kiss

To dance to its hypnotic rhythm

And come to welcome the audio of its raspberry ?

His words make you writhe in a panic

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 slaughter you undecomposed.

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

Before extracting your screams

Your cavorting will cause the pack's heat to go up

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

Your mind is a vortex in meltdown

Straight thinking now torn up in shreds

It consumes and diverts your attention

You don't card they're spreading your leg

Your"wind sleeve"have neat picayune eye-hooks

The van has parallel bars either side

The latent hostility is steadily building

Tight ropes hold your legs open wide

Then hands with intent of wrong-doing

drag down on the al-Qaida of your G-string

You feel a surd extraneous physical object

Probing where it don't belong

Unable to terminate its trespass

It relentlessly slides into place

A chink starts a unshakable low buzzing

You flush as your heart starts to airstream

Still wet from your"enforced"stimulation

And despite your degrading mistreat

The buzzing sends you unrelenting

To the brink of wholesale defeat

The vibration are wholly consuming

The wafture coming fast and vivid

They break down your last resistance

They breach your death stemma of defence

In a haze of orgasmic deviation

Which lasts for … you don't know how long

A sudden sharp pain shock you back down to earth

If you thought they were done … you were wrong

The pain in the ass is a scratch … a sting on your white meat

causing"MMmmmMmm"s which you quickly repent

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

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

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

There's a sinister step to his part

"It's to contact some sex-hungry yardbird

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

You feel a dampen breaker point slowly tracing

Some definite lines on your pelt

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

With a message, before we begin

.It's to the aforementioned 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 thugs are ignorant

So there's arrows pointing this way and that

To propose a replete set of alternative

As, in crook, they go in to bat.



So let me explain what will pass off

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

They've been champing with sexed-up hostility.

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

assault, abasement and sexual vilification

Not to mention being repeatedly raped

But there's something we've kept as a hugger-mugger ..…

Your ordeal will be video-taped.

But it won't reveal any shackles.

Nor whiplash. Nor tight masking taping

Or how you'll spend the next time of day

organism"tutored"and licked into shape

It'll record you orgasmed freely

Convulsing and bucking away

Implying you loved every present moment

An abandoned and wanton display

Without any validation of wrong-doing

The gang will be gifted free rein

They can number anytime and abduct you

And they will do …. again and again

And there's zippo you can do to stop over them

Blackmailed by a picture tape

So when you're dark fancies come knocking

They'll be fully in charge of your fate

They'll sneaker up behind you and grab you

You'll be stripped and gag covering taped

You'll be thrown on a grime old mattress

Then held down and repeatedly raped

So if you're now hot from my tale

And my Bible have brought you undone

shuffling 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 dodging

I know you sleep with your blue 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 remove her hood and her gag

Releasing the ‘ cuff rope which held her

I stand her up on my hi-top van floor

I fix a blindfold to continue her centre

Then set her free outside her presence door

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

Her belonging and house 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 outdoors alone

Her eye adjust into centering

She sees she's outside her own habitation

She feels the vibration is still buzzing

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

She anxiously looks down at her squelchy wet human foot

On each groundwork there's a First Duke of Wellington bang

.……

I know she loves her dark partiality

But not to let them bring her washed-up

She knows I can write bawdry verse form

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

xxx mu