`` Abduction '' it maybe not what you want

But you have to accept what is served

And if you harbor dark phantasy

My words are what you deserve .....

I've written my"abduction"story

In a formatting not to every-ones taste

But if you decide to go forward

Grab a tissue, you know, just in cause

My Word of God are for one special person

A woman I completely adored

And although my flavour still linger

She moved on and I moved abroad

Anyway, back to my level

And to give 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 vulgar playing period

Saying she looked to be opened

To"boisterous jurist"being dispensed her way

Speechless, she re-joined her comrades

Who told her about his intention

He picks up and takes away cleaning woman

With or without their consent

They said he's an unsatiable giant

The committer of"marathon"rapes

And some were said to last hours

Involving a solid cluster of his mates

Her friends tell her Sir Thomas More distasteful chronicle

Of all personal manner of things that they do

To the fair sex he takes with him

And insist that the narrative are true

They said he's never arrested

And immune from judgment of conviction for life history

He has a crown-judge in his pocket

Having filmed a"long night"with his wife



They said the first base Night that he"took"her

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

But after her foresighted dark of"attention"

For months, she"attended"each week

The news spread head throughout her hi-circles

early wives felt a need to"advert"

> But that's a whole different tale

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

Her Friend 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 admirer were just joking

And the flirt was at her expense

‘ Cos getting away with such outrage

Just wouldn't have made any common sense

But they say if she goes the next Friday

She'd practiced prepare in cash 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 Friday Night

They said to come in back and confront him

And she drunkenly says she just might.

"Come alone next hebdomad, then, we dare you"

Her friends root on her all in one voice

"But if you allow him to pick out you away

He'll use you for 60 minutes .. no choice ”.

Later, as they all were dispersing

She glanced back over her shoulder

And wondered if he'd be"recruiting"

Next hebdomad like her friend had all told her.

The guy had looked dreadful and brute

The type who controls and commands

No doubtfulness he could do what he wanted

To those who fell into his hands

But for now she's too tipsy to ponder

About coming back the future week

All she wants to do at that moment

Is go home and get lading of sleep.

…………

Two nights later, recalling the stories

Her dark partiality begin to arrest careen

An unwholesome tingle starts building

At thoughts of kidnap and animal foul play

Remembering what her friends told her

She scrolls through some sickening scenes

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

Her digit do it 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 living of their own

She can't stop them having their way

...........

After four long nights of more touching

His ‘ influence'is starting to fade

But as Friday sun hang low in the sky

Decisions now have to be made

Just then her telephone Ping River a message

Unnerving, it almost rings true

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 return the green light

To his invention to kidnap you

And get yourself gang-raped all nighttime"

Dismissing this unthinkable whimsy

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

And as her instincts scream"just stay away"

She decides to front all the same.

This time 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"escapade"

But just fancies a couple of wines.

She preps and preens in close detail.

And tease herself up to the nines

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

With its target area of wanton design

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

And tonight she is head of the line

…………….

The bar is a heady scene of action

And her marrow thumps arduous in her chest

Coursing hot blood through her body

causing improper agitation

At number 1 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 game of chance

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 beverage herself featherbrained

He ensures no-one else intervenes

Patient, he sharpens his talons

He's going to break up her apart at the seams.



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

And his former pitch was all braggadocio

He sidles up-side when she goes to the bar

To discharge his cruel plans to snatch 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, smooth and seductive.

Her defenses melt away, one by one.

If he can chip away all ohmic resistance,

Her rousing will tip her undone

He breathes More speech of flirtation

Soft and sensuous into her ear

Saying she's sure to enjoy it

And that she has nil to fear.

He says he'll be form, slow and gentle

That he'll make it titillating and fun

And as his fingers sneak up through her hair

Her capture has already begun

When his digit 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 grim fancies kick in.

Her subverter and growing rousing

Draws her deeper under his spell.

Allowing her back-stabbing demon

To sleep-walk her into sex hell.

She'll be like a Lamb to the slaughter,

If her worst nightmare comes straight.

But as her resistance gaucherie slowly away,

Her comeuppance is now over-due

He asks if she'd like to fare with him

willing, and of discharge treaty

To where they could get to be friendly

And where avenue could be explored

She knows wicked title could betide her

And she knows she has to pass up

But it's heavily to grant"No"as an solution

When she's horny and heady with wine

He can see that she's started to waver

So he swinging into activeness plan"B"

A cute little game he has up his sleeve

Involving handcuff, a dare and a key

Her heart open up wide of the mark as if saucers

When he drops his ‘ manacle on the bar

She immediately senses her endanger

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 drunkenness if you try them,

ejaculate on, it's only a dare."

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

She says with a reddening flush.

But she can't subscribe to her eyes off the cuff

Or deny that they gave her a spate

.

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 feel how thrilling they are"

Despite her gut notion, and still shaking her head

The temptation proves operose to baulk

And she disturbingly hears herself saying

"OK, but only one wrist."

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

And clicks one end to her wrist

"Now swing your limb cycle 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 confederate has slinked up behind her

And wrist two gets clicked heights and dry

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

She immediately starts to protest

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

"I didn't mean to make you stressed ”.

"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 scare 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 best behave and be silent.

In your pastime, don't make a tantrum

‘ cos this bar is full of drunk horn-dogs

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

His fingers then snake where they shouldn't

In search of his oblique swag

He can see this is just what she wanted

He can recount by the look in her eyes

Her legs head 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 finger keep slowly advancing

She lets out a dire moan

She knows she is satiny with arousal

And implications have finally hit home base

His fingers slip down ever frown

Her arms are cuffed at her back

She's bent over with wooden leg all akimbo

And can't intercept his sleazy onslaught

A finger alight on its target

Then massages slow down up and down

And just to combine her torment

His quarter round circles slow circle and rhythm

As he explores even further

Her legs begin to give way

But he continues his fingerbreadth dance magic

And their brazen and claiming ballet

A finger now gaining full usurpation

Another one microscope slide by its incline

Working her ever more firmly

Working her ever more wide

Three finger then round out her torment

trey fingerbreadth which do what they will

Three fingers now slick with her juices

tercet finger's breadth which just fit the bill

She hates him for being such a bastard

She hates him for being so coarse

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 tread in to help her

In fact, they would probably cheer.

She knows she can't let that happen

wino horn-dogs were certain 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 words

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

"To meet some horny jail-birds ”.

His sonorous arm then swings around her

Effectively sealing her fate

A cape is flung over her articulatio humeri

And now it's too late to escape

The ness hides the ‘ handcuff 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 device driver was friendly

A mate she thought she knew well

But he knows all about her dismal fancies

Of abduction into lawless sex-hell

So this ride is not a conveyance

Where the driver is afters and obliging

He's taking her to her worst nightmare

And iniquity 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 proceed recitation to see your fate.

The stories about your abductor muscle

Have almost hit on the nail

He has a clandestine contract

With a rough and tough topical anaesthetic jail.



He goes to the pub every Friday

Exploiting the late secret within

Those who harbor dark fancy

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 give up reading

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

> >. > .. > >

Exploiting saturnine opinion of abduction

The"recruiter"has sucked you right in

You only have yourself to blame

As you let your incubus set out

The door to his van slides all-encompassing outdoors

Two henchman then haul you inside

The door slams shut causing darkness

Now there's nowhere to run or to hide

Hands then rick you and turn you

This way and that, who knows where

Manhandled with unthinking roughness

You're pushed into some sort 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 back talk

A tie-band then holds it in place

Then an detonation of blinding white stars

As a helping hand slaps you hard in your aspect

"Now listen up close footling girly"

As a mitt grips you firm on your chin

"If you would like to see sunup

Then you'd break relax and collapse in"



"Do you want to make this thing easy

Or go down the hard route instead ?"

Knowing there now seems no option

You give a little nod of your head

"Good girl, you gave the decent answer

We also want you to stimulate fun

And not get knife-cuts and bruise

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 wrists

By the time we get to the end"

You give a dry gulp and a quiver

At the thought of what lay ahead

But your idea goes blank with another severe smack

As a exhaust hood then encases your head

The hood has some kind of hemming

Which seems to encircle your neck opening

You feel its warp being latched into situation

Your hazard has just cashed a bad cheque

You then smell some kind of apparent motion

Your trip is now underway

They fiddle about with your manacle

And you feel them being taken away

As hands start tugging the position of your top

You feel it being slowly removed

Your racy new bra then comes into perspective

A wolf-whistle shows it's been approved

By reflex you automatically purloin up your implements of war

As your top slides up over your head

You want to drop your sleeve down again

But approximative helping hand hold them high up instead

You hear the tink-chinkle of handcuff

And your wrists are ensnared once again

But this meter you can't get your arms down

They've be hung up on some kind of mountain range

Hands then pull hard on your ankles

stretching you out by your feet

Your totally body just seems to go airborne

Pulling you out of your ass

You feel you're at a mad angle

Your branch are still up in the air

You're being stretched out like a mound

The strain on your radiocarpal joint hard to bear

Some kind of remit swoop under your back

Supporting the weight of your body

Releasing the strain of the handcuffs

Which briefly had been quite ungodly

Now laid on your back horizontal

Hands pulling at the cad of your skid

"Tonight there'll be no more walking

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

deal then pull at your leg covering

You're being relieved of your slump

"We're just making sure you are ready"

As your thigh get a couplet of scag

Already relieved of your footgear

Your substructure are raised, one at a time

You feel them being wiped with warm liquid

It's bizarre, but feels quite sublime.

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

A voice coos, unnervingly odorous

"Tonight, there's no music for dancing

But you'll swing to an alternative beat."

You feel some form of hard stockings

organism eased into place on your feet

The warm liquid has furnished them slippery

So your"drogue"fit you tight, snug and neat

"These are for when we suspend you

When you're defenseless and hung upside down

Ready to meet your dance tutor

Who will really whip you around."

Oh no ! Those password weren't expected

A terrifying play of upshot

"But the hatful 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 need a sense of taste of the bull-whip

To finger the warm glow of its snog

To trip the light fantastic toe to its spellbinding rhythm method

And make out to receive the sound of its Bronx cheer ?

His countersign make you writhe in a panic

Frantic"MmmmMMmMmm"s emit from your thug

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

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

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

Before extracting your screams

Your cavorting will cause the gang's rage to heighten

You'll be the toothsome girl of their dreams"

Your mind is a maelstrom in nuclear meltdown

straightaway thinking now torn up in tag

It consumes and diverts your attention

You don't card they're spreading your leg

Your"drogue"have neat little eye-hooks

The van has bars either English

The tension is steadily building

Tight ropes declare your legs candid full

Then hands with intent of wrong-doing

pull down on the alkali of your lash

You feel a operose strange object

Probing where it don't belong

Unable to stop its intrusion

It relentlessly slides into position

A click starts a steady low buzzing

You flush as your heart starts to race

Still wet from your"enforced"arousal

And despite your degrading mistreat

The buzzing sends you unrelenting

To the brink of wholesale defeat

The vibe are wholly consuming

The waves coming fast and intense

They break down your final opposition

They breach your last blood of defence

In a haze of orgasmic deflection

Which lasts for … you don't know how long

A sudden sharp painfulness jerking you back down to earth

If you thought they were done … you were wrong

The pain is a scratch … a sting on your tit

causing"MMmmmMmm"s which you quickly regret

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

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

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

There's a sinister flavor to his voice

"It's to meet some sex-hungry convicts

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

You feel a ho-hum point slowly tracing

Some definite lines on your peel

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

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 delight"

I think that should ca-ca it quite plain

But some of the thugs are illiterate

So there's arrows pointing this way and that

To bid a full phase of the moon set of pick

As, in turn, they go in to bat.



So let me explain what will come about

When you're served on a plateful to this gang.

They've been champing with sexed-up hostility.

And can't wait to get their rough out hands on you

infringement, degradation and intimate abuse

Not to mention being repeatedly raped

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

Your ordeal will be video-taped.

But it won't reveal any shackles.

Nor whips. Nor tight masking piece mag tape

Or how you'll spend the future hour

being"tutored"and licked into anatomy

It'll record you orgasmed freely

Convulsing and bucking away

Implying you loved every moment

An abandoned and wanton display

Without any trial impression of wrong-doing

The crew will be gifted free rein

They can come anytime and abduct you

And they will do …. again and again

And there's nothing you can do to stop them

Blackmailed by a TV tape

So when you're dark illusion 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 covering taped

You'll be thrown on a soil old mattress

Then held down and repeatedly raped

So if you're now hot from my report

And my Holy Writ have brought you undone

shuffle your own finger's breadth now have you

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

> > > > > > > > > >

All the above, you brought on yourself

When you let your secret on purpose outflow

I know you eff your dark fancies

But I hope non ever really carry situation

> > > > > > > >

Now, what of this cleaning 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 see to it that nothing is missing,

Then remove her toughie 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 cover her centre

Then set her free outside her front door

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

Her belonging and house key in hand

The van and its device driver do a smuggler

Her"abduction"was fully pre-planned

She anxiously rips off her blind-fold

She's in underclothes and outdoors alone

Her optic adjust into focus

She sees she's outside her own home

She feels the vibe is still buzzing

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

She anxiously looks down at her squelchy wet groundwork

On each foot there's a wellington bang

.……

I know she loves her wickedness fantasy

But not to let them wreak her undone

She knows I can write bawdy poems

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

xxx mu