`` Abduction '' it maybe not what you want

But you have to accept what is served

And if you harbor dark fancies

My words are what you deserve .....

I've written my"abduction"story

In a format not to every-ones gustatory modality

But if you decide to preserve

snatch 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 give an initial penetration

It tells of her part in a works-outing

Where alcoholic drink flowed freely all night

When briefly away from her workmates

A meathead had made a crude shimmer

Saying she looked to be overt

To"fierce Department of Justice"being dispensed her way

Speechless, she re-joined her comrades

Who told her about his intent

He picks up and takes away women

With or without their consent

They said he's an insatiable devil

The committer of"Marathon"rapes

And some were said to live hours

Involving a whole bunch of his mates

Her friends say her more wicked chronicle

Of all manner of matter that they do

To the woman he takes with him

And insist that the stories are rightful

They said he's never arrested

And immune from judgment of conviction for life

He has a crown-judge in his pocket

Having filmed a"long night"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 recollective night of"attention"

For month, she"attended"each calendar week

The news program cattle ranch throughout her hi-circles

Other wives felt a need to"hang"

> But that's a unit different report

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

And sold off to unscrupulous men

She knows her acquaintance 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 succeeding Friday

She'd expert prepare in cash advance

To spend her life story as a sex slave

If she falls target to his sly verbal saltation

They say he's always"recruiting"

And was in every Friday Nox

They said to descend back and confront him

And she drunkenly says she just might.

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

Her friends urge her all in one voice

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

The guy had looked horrendous and brutish

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 reflect

About coming back the adjacent week

All she wants to do at that moment

Is go home and get loads of sleep.

…………

Two nights later, recalling the stories

Her dark illusion begin to hold sway

An unwholesome frisson starts building

At thoughts of kidnap and carnal foul play

Remembering what her protagonist told her

She scrolls through some sickening scene

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

Her digit jazz just what that means

They start to touch where they shouldn't

At visions of being taken away

And as they take on a life of their own

She can't break them having their way

...........

After four prospicient nights of more reach

His ‘ influence'is starting to fade

But as Friday sun hangs low in the sky

Decisions now have to be made

Just then her earphone pings a message

Unnerving, it almost rings straight

It's from a friend who had dared her

"Are you dreading tonight's rendezvous ?

But I bet that you still end up going

Dressed sexy to ease up the green lightness

To his blueprint to abduct you

And get yourself gang-raped all nighttime"

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 face all the same.

This time around she flies solo

No back-up or well-disposed documentation

She knows of his down reputation

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

………… .. so

Swearing she's not out for"adventure"

But just fancies a couple of wines.

She preps and preens in snug detail.

And tease herself up to the nines

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

With its object of wanton design

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

And tonight she is head of the transmission line

…………….

The bar is a wise arena

And her affectionateness thumps hard in her breast

Coursing hot blood through her body

Causing improper tempestuousness

At first-class honours degree he just seems to ignore her

And throws a mere immediate fleeting glance

But it tells him she's kept her appointment

With his treacherous, sly biz 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 giddy

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 come-on

And his previous pitch was all bravado

He sidles up-side when she goes to the bar

To discharge his cruel plans 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, polish and seductive.

Her defenses melt away, one by one.

If he can chip away all electric resistance,

Her foreplay will tip her unwrap

He breathes more than dustup of flirtation

Soft and sensuous into her ear

Saying she's sure to savor it

And that she has aught to fear.

He says he'll be variety, slow and gentle

That he'll make it titillating and fun

And as his fingers sneak up through her hair

Her seizure has already begun

When his finger's breadth caress the nape of her neck,

It's talons which brush light on her skin.

And she thrills to the thinking of abduction

As her dreary fancy kick in.

Her subverter and growing arousal

standoff her deeper under his spell.

Allowing her back-stabbing demons

To sleep-walk her into sex hell.

She'll be like a Elia to the slaughter,

If her worst incubus comes truthful.

But as her resistance elusion slowly away,

Her comeuppance is now over-due

He asks if she'd like to come with him

Willing, and of gratuitous accord

To where they could get to be friendly

And where avenues could be explored

She knows wicked deed of conveyance could befall her

And she knows she has to turn down

But it's difficult to hold"No"as an reply

When she's horny and heady with wine-colored

He can see that she's started to waver

So he swing music into activity plan"B"

A cute fiddling game he has up his sleeve

Involving handcuffs, a dare and a key

Her eyes open full as if dish antenna

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 swallow if you try them,

seminal fluid 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 handcuffs

Or deny that they gave her a rush

.

He wheedles his fingers high into her hair

As he places a key on the bar

"I know that you're death to try them

And to feel how thrilling they are"

Despite her gut feeling, and still shaking her head

The temptation proves hard to withstand

And she disturbingly hears herself saying

"OK, but only one wrist."

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

And clicks one end to her articulatio radiocarpea

"Now swing your arms round of golf 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 gear and dry

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

She immediately starts to protest

"Oh no, you're in good order, I'm sorry"he says

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

"Here ”, he says"You take the key"

As he pulls at the shank of her slacks

Then dropping the key straight down the front

He laughs as her panic tone-beginning

"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 bettor behave and be silent.

In your interest, don't make a tantrum

‘ cos this bar is full of drunk horn-dogs

And you're in handcuffs…. have a go at it what I mean ?"

His digit then snake where they shouldn't

In search of his devious prize

He can see this is just what she wanted

He can tell by the look in her eye

Her legs start feeling like jelly

And she leans on the bar for support

Which offers a stance more compel

free rein for his treacherous sport.

As his finger's breadth keep slowly advancing

She lets out a do-or-die moan

She knows she is slick with foreplay

And entailment have finally hit household

His fingers slip down ever depleted

Her blazon are cuffed at her back

She's hang over with pegleg all akimbo

And can't stop his dirty plan of attack

A finger alight on its target

Then massages slacken up and down

And just to combine her torment

His thumb round slow round and round of drinks

As he explores even further

Her legs begin to afford way

But he continues his fingerbreadth dance magic

And their brazen and claiming ballet

A digit now gaining broad trespass

Another one slides by its side

Working her ever more firmly

Working her ever more all-embracing

troika fingers then round out her excruciate

Three finger's breadth which do what they will

Three fingers now slick with her succus

Three digit which just fit the banker's bill

She hates him for being such a bastard

She hates him for being so vulgar

She hates him for saying she'd like it

She hates him for knowing the truth.

He tells her that he could now sustain her

knack 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 fall out

rummy horn-dogs were sure to conjoin 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 contact some horny jail-birds ”.

His with child arm then lilt around her

Effectively sealing her fate

A ness is flung over her shoulders

And now it's too late to break loose

The ness hides the ‘ handlock that control her

His arm guides her out through the threshold

She's marched to a van which is waiting

A van she has been in before

Last time the driver was friendly

A mate she thought she knew well

But he knows all about her nighttime fondness

Of abduction into lawless sex-hell

So this drive is not a conveyance

Where the driver is sweet and obliging

He's taking her to her worst incubus

And dark 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 retain reading material to witness your fate.

The stories about your abductor

Have almost hit on the nail

He has a clandestine contract

With a rough and tough local anaesthetic jail.



He goes to the pub every Friday

Exploiting the deep secret within

Those who harbor colored partiality

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 contain reading

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

> >. > .. > >

Exploiting grim thoughts of abduction

The"recruiter"has sucked you right in

You only have yourself to blame

As you let your nightmare begin

The door to his van slides wide open

Two henchmen then haul you inside

The door slams shut causing swarthiness

Now there's nowhere to run or to veil

mitt then twist around you and turn you

This way and that, who knows where

Manhandled with unaffectionate harshness

You're pushed into some kind of professorship

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

You hear a grumble voice say

"We know you're ineffective to see us

But we can see you, plain as day."

A smelly old rag is then pushed in your rima oris

A tie-band then holds it in blank space

Then an burst of blinding white star topology

As a hand slaps you toilsome in your face

"Now listen up close picayune girly"

As a hand bobby pin you firm on your chin

"If you would care to see break of the day

Then you'd right relax and give in"



"Do you want to make this matter easy

Or go down the intemperately route instead ?"

Knowing there now seems no option

You give a slight nod of your head

"Good girl, you gave the right answer

We also want you to have fun

And not have knife-cuts and bruise

Before the game's even begun

But I'm here to give you middling warning

I'm not gon na lie and pretend

There might be red wealds on your ankles and articulatio radiocarpea

By the time we get to the end"

You give a dry gulping and a shiver

At the thought of what lay ahead

But your head goes blank with another concentrated slap

As a hood then encases your straits

The hoodlum has some kind of hemming

Which seems to encircle your neck

You feel its warp being latched into place

Your destiny has just cashed a bad cheque

You then sense some kind of motion

Your trip-up 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 view

A wolf-whistle show it's been approved

By innate reflex you automatically cabbage up your limb

As your top slides up over your head

You want to devolve your munition down again

But crude hands hold them high school up instead

You hear the tink-chinkle of handlock

And your radiocarpal joint are ensnared once again

But this time you can't get your arm down

They've be hung up on some kind of string

Hands then pull voiceless on your ankles

Stretching you out by your feet

Your unharmed torso just seems to go airborne

pull you out of your seat

You feel you're at a mad angle

Your munition are still up in the air

You're being stretched out like a hammock

The melodic phrase on your wrists hard to bear

Some kind of tabularize sliding board under your cover

Supporting the free weight of your soundbox

Releasing the strain of the handcuffs

Which briefly had been quite iniquitous

Now laid on your back horizontal

Hands pull at the heels of your shoes

"Tonight there'll be no more walking

So, don't worry, you've zilch to recede"

custody then pull at your leggings

You're being relieved of your slacks

"We're just making surely you are ready"

As your thigh get a couple of smacks

Already relieved of your footwear

Your feet are raised, one at a metre

You feel them being wiped with warm liquidity

It's bizarre, but feels quite sublime.

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

A voice coos, unnervingly sweet

"Tonight, there's no music for dancing

But you'll swing to an option beat."

You feel some variety of hard stockings

Being eased into piazza on your invertebrate foot

The fond liquid has furnished them slippery

So your"air-sleeve"fit you tight, cubbyhole and bully

"These are for when we suspend you

When you're naked and hung upside down

Ready to meet your saltation tutor

Who will really whip you around."

Oh no ! Those intelligence weren't expected

A terrifying turn of case

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

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

You're relieved to hear an escape-route

He studies you close for reply

You nod your heading like a demon

It's exactly just what he wants

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

To palpate the warm glow of its osculate

To trip the light fantastic toe to its soporific regular recurrence

And come to welcome the phone of its hiss ?

His words make you writhe in a panic

Frantic"MmmmMMmMmm"s emit from your hood

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

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

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

Before extracting your screams

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

You'll be the hot missy of their ambition"

Your mind is a whirlpool in meltdown

straightaway thinking now torn up in smidgin

It consumes and diverts your attention

You don't poster they're spreading your legs

Your"air-sleeve"have great little eye-hooks

The van has parallel bars either side

The tenseness is steadily building

Tight ropes hold your stage undefendable wide

Then hands with intent of wrong-doing

Pull down on the foot of your thong

You feel a hard foreign objective

Probing where it don't belong

Unable to stop its intrusion

It relentlessly slides into office

A click starts a steady low buzzing

You flush as your nerve starts to backwash

Still wet from your"enforced"arousal

And despite your degrading mistreat

The buzzing sends you unrelenting

To the brink of sweeping frustration

The vibe are wholly consuming

The waving coming fast and intense

They break down your final exam resistance

They breach your last line of products of defence

In a daze of orgasmic diversion

Which lasts for … you don't have it away how retentive

A sudden sharp pain saccade you back down to earth

If you thought they were done … you were improper

The pain is a mark … a sting on your breast

Causing"MMmmmMmm"s which you quickly regret

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

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

"I suppose you should get it on where we're going"

There's a sinister tone to his part

"It's to meet some sex-hungry convicts

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

You feel a pall point 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 aforementioned convict

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 thug are illiterate

So there's arrows pointing this way and that

To offer a wide set of options

As, in turn, they go in to bat.



So let me explain what will happen

When you're served on a dental plate to this gang.

They've been champing with sexed-up aggressiveness.

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

usurpation, abjection and sexual ill-usage

Not to mention being repeatedly raped

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

Your trial by ordeal will be video-taped.

But it won't reveal any shackles.

Nor whips. Nor tight masking tape

Or how you'll spend the next hour

Being"tutored"and licked into contour

It'll record you orgasmed freely

Convulsing and bucking away

Implying you loved every moment

An abandoned and wanton display

Without any proof of wrong-doing

The gang will be gifted destitute rein

They can come anytime and nobble 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 shadow fancy 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 pestiferous old mattress

Then held down and repeatedly raped

So if you're now hot from my story

And my intelligence have brought you undone

brand your own fingers now have you

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

> > > > > > > > > >

All the above, you brought on yourself

When you let your secret on function safety valve

I know you make out your dark-skinned phantasy

But I hope non ever really take place

> > > > > > > >

Now, what of this adult female who was inside my van

The one I just took for a ride ?

fountainhead, 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 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 cross her eyes

Then set her free outside her movement 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 ball carrier

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 focussing

She sees she's outside her own menage

She feels the vibe is still buzzing

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

She anxiously looks down at her squelchy wet human foot

On each foot there's a wellington kicking

.……

I know she loves her obscure fancies

But not to let them contribute her undone

She knows I can write bawdy poems

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

xxx mu