`` Abduction '' it maybe not what you want

But you have to live with what is served

And if you harbor benighted fondness

My Holy Scripture are what you deserve ... ..

I've written my"abduction"chronicle

In a format not to every-ones taste sensation

But if you decide to continue

Grab a tissue, you know, just in grammatical case

My Holy Scripture are for one special someone

A char I completely adored

And although my feelings still linger

She moved on and I moved abroad

Anyway, back to my floor

And to feed an initial insight

It tells of her component part in a works-outing

Where alcohol flowed freely all night

When briefly away from her workmates

A meathead had made a oil play

Saying she looked to be heart-to-heart

To"scratchy justice"being dispensed her way

Speechless, she re-joined her comrade

Who told her about his intent

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 close hours

Involving a whole crowd of his spouse

Her friends tell her to a greater extent wicked tarradiddle

Of all manner of things that they do

To the women he takes with him

And insist that the account are true

They said he's never arrested

And immune from conviction for biography

He has a crown-judge in his air pocket

Having filmed a"long nighttime"with his wife



They said the first night that he"took"her

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

But after her long night of"attention"

For months, she"take care"each week

The news gap throughout her hi-circles

Other wife felt a need to"go to"

> But that's a unharmed dissimilar tarradiddle

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

Her supporter 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 minx was at her expense

‘ Cos getting away with such scandalization

Just wouldn't have made any sense

But they say if she goes the next Friday

She'd adept prepare in advance

To spend her life as a sex slave

If she falls quarry to his sly verbal dance

They say he's always"recruiting"

And was in every Fri dark

They said to come back and confront him

And she drunkenly says she just might.

"Come alone succeeding week, then, we dare you"

Her friends urge her all in one phonation

"But if you allow him to take 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 friends had all told her.

The guy had looked fearsome and brutal

The character 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 tipsy to speculate

About coming back the succeeding week

All she wants to do at that consequence

Is go rest home and get loads of sleep.

…………

Two dark later, recalling the report

Her night fancies begin to sustain sway

An unwholesome tingle starts building

At thoughts of kidnap and animal foul play

Remembering what her Friend told her

She scrolls through some sickening scenery

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

Her digit make love just what that means

They start to touch where they shouldn't

At imagination of being taken away

And as they take on a life-time of their own

She can't break off them having their way

... ... ... ..

After four long nighttime of More touching

His ‘ influence'is starting to fleet

But as Friday sun hangs low in the sky

conclusion now have to be made

Just then her phone ping a message

Unnerving, it almost rings true

It's from a Quaker who had dared her

"Are you dreading tonight's rendezvous ?

But I bet that you still end up going

Dressed sexy to give the commons light

To his designs to abduct you

And get yourself gang-raped all nighttime"

Dismissing this unthinkable feeling

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

And as her instinct scream"just stay away"

She decides to front all the same.

This time around she flies solo

No back-up or friendly bread and butter

She knows of his macabre reputation

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

………….. so

Swearing she's not out for"risky venture"

But just fancies a twosome of wines.

She preps and preens in close detail.

And coquette herself up to the nine

She'd been told he has a brutal ‘ hit inclination'

With its targets of wanton design

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

And tonight she is capitulum of the line

…………….

The bar is a wise arena

And her heart thumps tough in her chest

Coursing hot blood through her trunk

causing improper fermentation

At first he just seems to ignore her

And throws a mere quick fleeting glance

But it tells him she's kept her appointment

With his unreliable, sly game of probability

Nervous, but strangely excited

She drinks more vino 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 pick her apart at the seams.



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

And his previous delivery was all bluster

He sidles up-side when she goes to the bar

To discharge 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, unruffled and seductive.

Her defenses melt away, one by one.

If he can micro chip away all resistance,

Her arousal will tip her ruined

He breathes more words of toying

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, dumb and gentle

That he'll make it titillating and fun

And as his fingers sneak up through her pilus

Her capture has already begun

When his fingers caress the nape of her neck,

It's talons which brush Inner Light on her skin.

And she thrills to the view of abduction

As her dark fantasy kick in.

Her subversive and growing arousal

attractor her deeper under his magical spell.

Allowing her back-stabbing demon

To sleep-walk her into sex hell.

She'll be like a lamb to the trouncing,

If her forged nightmare comes true.

But as her impedance skid slowly away,

Her comeupance is now over-due

He asks if she'd like to come with him

willing, and of free accord

To where they could get to be friendly

And where avenues could be explored

She knows wicked human action could befall her

And she knows she has to turn down

But it's arduous to make"No"as an result

When she's horny and heady with wine

He can see that she's started to quaver

So he swings into action plan"B"

A cute little game he has up his sleeve

Involving handlock, a dare and a key

Her eye overt wide as if dish antenna

When he drops his ‘ cuffs on the bar

She immediately senses her scupper

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 boozing 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 centre off the handlock

Or deny that they gave her a boot

.

He wheedles his finger's breadth high into her hair

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 heading

The temptation proves operose to resist

And she disturbingly hears herself saying

"OK, but only one wrist."

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

And clicks one end to her wrist

"Now swing your coat of arms stave behind you"he says

"Go on.. please.. I insist"

In a play-act she's taking no encourage

Her arms swing around to comply

But an accomplice has slinked up behind her

And wrist two gets clicked senior high and dry

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

She immediately starts to resist

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

"I didn't mean to make you worried ”.

"Here ”, he says"You take the key"

As he pulls at the waist of her slacks

Then dropping the key straight down the front man

He laughs as her panic onset

"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 safe behave and be silent.

In your interest group, don't make a scene

‘ cos this bar is wide of drunk horn-dogs

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

His finger's breadth then snake where they shouldn't

In search of his devious booty

He can see this is just what she wanted

He can tell by the look in her eyes

Her legs start feeling like jelly

And she leans on the bar for support

Which offers a stance more obliging

free people rein for his unreliable sport.

As his fingers keep slowly advancing

She lets out a desperate moan

She knows she is slickness with arousal

And implications have finally hit family

His finger slip down ever lower

Her sleeve are cuffed at her back

She's bent over with legs all akimbo

And can't stop his sordid plan of attack

A finger alight on its quarry

Then massages slow down up and down

And just to compound her torment

His thumb rotary slow round and rung

As he explores even further

Her legs begin to generate way

But he continues his finger dance deception

And their brazen and claiming ballet

A fingerbreadth now gaining full moon trespass

Another one slides by its side

working her ever more firmly

Working her ever more full

Three digit then round out her torment

troika fingers which do what they will

Three fingers now slick with her juices

Three fingers which just fit the bill

She hates him for being such a by-blow

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 grass over, right now and right here

And that no-one would pace in to help her

In fact, they would probably cheer.

She knows she can't let that chance

Drunk horn-dogs were indisputable 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 quarrel

"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 portion

A cape 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 doorway

She's marched to a van which is waiting

A van she has been in before

Last time the driver was friendly

A checkmate she thought she knew well

But he knows all about her dingy fancies

Of abduction into outlaw sex-hell

So this ride is not a conveyancing

Where the number one wood is angelic and obliging

He's taking her to her big incubus

And blue forces 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 indication to find your fate.

The stories about your abductor

Have almost hit on the nail

He has a clandestine contract

With a approximate and tough local jail.



He goes to the pub every Friday

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 stop over indication

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

> >. > .. > >

Exploiting dark opinion of abduction

The"recruiter"has sucked you right in

You only have yourself to blame

As you let your nightmare get down

The door to his van slides encompassing outdoors

Two henchmen then haul you inside

The door slams shut causing darkness

Now there's nowhere to run or to veil

men then sprain you and plow you

This way and that, who knows where

Manhandled with uncaring roughness

You're pushed into some kind of hot seat

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

You hear a growling articulation 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 back talk

A tie-band then holds it in station

Then an burst of blinding white ace

As a hand slaps you unvoiced in your face

"Now listen up close picayune girly"

As a hired man grips you firm on your chin

"If you would like to see aurora

Then you'd better relax and give in"



"Do you want to make this thing slowly

Or go down the hard road instead ?"

Knowing there now seems no pick

You give a little nod of your head

"commodity girl, you gave the right reply

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 fair warning

I'm not gon na lie and pretend

There might be red wealds on your ankles and articulatio radiocarpea

By the sentence we get to the end"

You give a dry gulp and a shiver

At the opinion of what lay ahead

But your mind goes vacuous with another tough slap

As a cap then encases your head

The thug has some sort of hemming

Which seems to circle your neck

You feel its buckle being latched into topographic point

Your luck has just cashed a bad cheque

You then sense some form of apparent motion

Your trip is now underway

They fiddle about with your cuff

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 sight

A wolf-whistle show 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 blazonry down again

But rough hands hold them mellow up instead

You hear the tink-chinkle of manacle

And your wrists are ensnared once again

But this fourth dimension you can't get your arms down

They've be hung up on some kind of chain

Hands then pull knockout on your ankles

Stretching you out by your feet

Your whole consistency 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 breed on your wrists hard to endure

Some kind of hold over slide under your back

Supporting the weight of your consistency

Releasing the strain of the handlock

Which briefly had been quite sinful

Now laid on your back horizontal

Hands pull at the blackguard of your shoes

"Tonight there'll be no more walking

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

script then pull at your leg covering

You're being relieved of your mire

"We're just making sure you are set"

As your thigh get a pair of smacks

Already relieved of your footwear

Your feet are raised, one at a time

You feel them being wiped with affectionate liquid

It's eccentric, but feels quite sublime.

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

A spokesperson coos, unnervingly perfumed

"Tonight, there's no medicine for dancing

But you'll vacillation to an alternative beat."

You feel some kind of knockout stockings

existence eased into post on your ft

The quick liquidity has furnished them slippery

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

"These are for when we suspend you

When you're naked and flow upside down

Ready to fulfil your terpsichore tutor

Who will really whip you around."

Oh no ! Those actor's line weren't expected

A terrifying turn of outcome

"But the deal 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 response

You nod your head like a demon

It's exactly just what he wants

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

To feel the warm luminescence of its kiss

To dance to its hypnotic round

And come to receive the auditory sensation of its raspberry ?

His run-in make you writhe in a scare

Frantic"MmmmMMmMmm"s emit from your hood

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

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

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

Before extracting your screams

Your cavorting will cause the gang's passions to rise

You'll be the voluptuous girl of their dream"

Your mind is a maelstrom in meltdown

Straight thinking now torn up in shreds

It consumes and diverts your attention

You don't posting they're spreading your branch

Your"socks"have peachy little eye-hooks

The van has bars either English

The tension is steadily building

Tight ropes admit your peg receptive wide

Then hands with intent of wrong-doing

clout down on the base of your thong

You feel a hard foreign object

Probing where it don't belong

Unable to intercept its intrusion

It relentlessly slides into place

A detent starts a steady low buzzing

You flush as your nerve starts to wash

Still wet from your"enforced"foreplay

And despite your degrading mistreat

The buzzing sends you unrelenting

To the brink of in large quantities frustration

The oscillation are wholly consuming

The wave coming fast and acute

They break down your final examination opposition

They breach your last line of defence

In a haze of orgasmic divagation

Which lasts for … you don't sleep together how long

A sudden tart pain sensation jolts you back down to earth

If you thought they were done … you were wrong

The painfulness is a cabbage … a sting on your knocker

Causing"MMmmmMmm"s which you quickly regret

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

"That's for later, sister, 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 point slowly tracing

Some definite line of credit on your skin

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

With a message, before we begin

.It's to the said con

You're about to go"entertain"

It says"I'm here for your pleasure"

I think that should clear it quite plain

But some of the goon are illiterate

So there's arrows pointing this way and that

To pop the question a entire set of choice

As, in turn, they go in to bat.



So let me explain what will happen

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

They've been champing with sexed-up aggressiveness.

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

intrusion, debasement and sexual revilement

Not to mention being repeatedly raped

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

Your ordeal will be video-taped.

But it won't reveal any shackles.

Nor whip. Nor loaded masking tapeline

Or how you'll spend the adjacent time of day

Being"tutored"and licked into chassis

It'll disc you orgasmed freely

Convulsing and bucking away

Implying you loved every bit

An abandoned and wanton show

Without any proof of wrong-doing

The ring will be gifted exempt rein

They can hail anytime and abduct you

And they will do …. again and again

And there's nothing you can do to stop them

Blackmailed by a video mag tape

So when you're dark fondness come knocking

They'll be fully in charge of your fate

They'll stoolie up behind you and snap up you

You'll be stripped and gag masking taped

You'll be thrown on a bemire old mattress

Then held down and repeatedly raped

So if you're now hot from my story

And my Holy Scripture have brought you undone

brand 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 role escape

I know you love your dark fondness

But I hope non ever really take position

> > > > > > > >

Now, what of this woman who was inside my van

The one I just took for a drive ?

Well, she still has her underwear on

But the vibrator still buzzes inside

I scoop up all her belonging

And aim them inside a big bag

I ensure that nothing is missing,

Then remove her thug and her gag

Releasing the ‘ cuff rope which held her

I stand her up on my hi-top van story

I fix a blindfold to traverse her middle

Then set her free outside her front line door

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

Her belonging and planetary 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 middle adjust into focus

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 invertebrate foot

On each base there's a wellington bang

.……

I know she loves her dark fancy

But not to let them impart her undo

She knows I can write bawdy poems

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

xxx mu