`` Abduction '' it maybe not what you want

But you have to bear what is served

And if you harbor dark fantasy

My run-in are what you deserve ... ..

I've written my"abduction"taradiddle

In a format not to every-ones taste

But if you decide to go forward

snap a tissue, you know, just in guinea pig

My words are for one peculiar somebody

A woman I completely adored

And although my flavor still linger

She moved on and I moved abroad

Anyway, back to my news report

And to give an initial insight

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 crude maneuver

Saying she looked to be undetermined

To"rough justice"being dispensed her way

Speechless, she re-joined her comrades

Who told her about his intent

He picks up and takes away cleaning lady

With or without their consent

They said he's an unsatiable monster

The committer of"marathon"rapes

And some were said to last hours

Involving a whole lot of his partner

Her friends say her more wicked stories

Of all fashion of matter that they do

To the women he takes with him

And insist that the stories are straight

They said he's never arrested

And immune from 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 long dark of"tending"

For month, she"attended"each week

The intelligence spreading throughout her hi-circles

Other married woman felt a pauperization to"attend"

> But that's a whole different story

You'll find there's a connexion 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 ally were just joking

And the tease was at her disbursement

‘ Cos getting away with such outrage

Just wouldn't have made any common sense

But they say if she goes the future Friday

She'd better prepare in feeler

To spend her lifetime as a sex striver

If she falls prey to his sly verbal dance

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.

"semen alone side by side calendar week, then, we dare you"

Her friends urge her all in one interpreter

"But if you allow him to take you away

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

Later, as they all were dispersing

She glanced back over her shoulder

And wondered if he'd be"recruiting"

Next week like her supporter had all told her.

The guy had looked awful and bestial

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 tiddly to chew over

About coming back the next hebdomad

All she wants to do at that instant

Is go home base and get loads of sleep.

…………

Two night later, recalling the stories

Her dark partiality begin to make swing

An unwholesome tingle starts building

At mentation of kidnap and sensual foul looseness

Remembering what her booster told her

She scrolls through some sickening view

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

Her finger's breadth sleep with 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 stop them having their way

... ... ... ..

After four long Nox of to a greater extent 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 phone Ping a message

Unnerving, it almost rings true

It's from a acquaintance who had dared her

"Are you dreading tonight's tryst ?

But I bet that you still end up going

Dressed sexy to pass the green luminousness

To his aim 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 inherent aptitude cry"just stick away"

She decides to front all the same.

This time around she flies solo

No back-up or friendly support

She knows of his stern repute

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

………….. so

Swearing she's not out for"escapade"

But just fancies a match of wines.

She preps and preens in close detail.

And vamps herself up to the 9

She'd been told he has a barbarous ‘ hit leaning'

With its targets of wanton designing

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

And tonight she is head of the lineage

…………….

The bar is a intoxicating domain

And her heart thumps hard in her chest

Coursing hot parentage through her physical structure

Causing improper unrest

At number 1 he just seems to cut her

And throws a simple speedy fleeting glance

But it tells him she's kept her appointment

With his punic, 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 drink herself dizzy

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 lure

And his former pitch was all bravado

He sidles up-side when she goes to the bar

To complete his cruel architectural plan to kidnap her

His atomic number 47 spiel is entrancing.

A well-practiced, seductive plot 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 resistance,

Her stimulation will tip her unwrap

He breathes Thomas More Son 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 variety, boring and entitle

That he'll micturate it erotic and fun

And as his fingers sneak up through her hair

Her capture has already begun

When his fingers caress the nape of her neck,

It's talons which brush luminousness on her skin.

And she thrills to the thought of abduction

As her dark partiality kick in.

Her subversive and growing arousal

draw her deeper under his charm.

Allowing her back-stabbing demons

To sleep-walk her into sex hell.

She'll be like a lamb to the slaughter,

If her spoilt nightmare comes honest.

But as her ohmic resistance gaucherie slowly away,

Her deserts is now over-due

He asks if she'd like to occur with him

volition, and of free agreement

To where they could get to be favorable

And where avenues could be explored

She knows wicked human activity could befall her

And she knows she has to correct

But it's severely to kick in"No"as an solution

When she's horny and heady with vino

He can see that she's started to flicker

So he jive into action plan"B"

A cute footling game he has up his sleeve

Involving cuff, a daring and a key

Her heart open wide of the mark 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 optic 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 dying to try them

And to sense how thrilling they are"

Despite her gut tone, and still shaking her head

The temptation proves knockout to refuse

And she disturbingly hears herself saying

"OK, but only one wrist."

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

And clicks one end to her wrist joint

"Now swing your arms round behind you"he says

"Go on.. please.. I insist"

In a play-act she's taking no far

Her arms swing around to comply

But an accomplice has slinked up behind her

And wrist two gets clicked luxuriously and dry

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

She immediately starts to resist

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

"I didn't mean value to relieve oneself you distressed ”.

"Here ”, he says"You take the key"

As he pulls at the waistline of her quag

Then dropping the key straight down the strawman

He laughs as her affright 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 better behave and be silent.

In your interest, don't make a picture

‘ cos this bar is full of drink in horn-dogs

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

His digit then snake where they shouldn't

In lookup of his devious loot

He can see this is just what she wanted

He can tell by the feel in her eyes

Her legs start feeling like jelly

And she leans on the bar for support

Which offers a stance more obliging

free rein for his treacherous sport.

As his fingers keep slowly advancing

She lets out a desperate groan

She knows she is silklike with arousal

And implications have finally hit home plate

His fingers slip down ever lower

Her arms are cuffed at her back

She's bent over with legs all akimbo

And can't end his seedy attack

A finger alight on its object

Then massages slow up and down

And just to deepen her agony

His ovolo circuit slow round and one shot

As he explores even further

Her legs begin to give way

But he continues his finger terpsichore magic

And their brazen and claiming ballet

A finger now gaining full moon intrusion

Another one slides by its side

Working her ever more firmly

Working her ever more wide

ternion fingerbreadth then round out her harassment

Three fingers which do what they will

Three fingerbreadth now slick with her juices

Three finger which just fit the bill

She hates him for being such a cocksucker

She hates him for being so common

She hates him for saying she'd like it

She hates him for knowing the truth.

He tells her that he could now possess her

bent-grass over, right now and right here

And that no-one would step in to facilitate her

In fact, they would probably cheer.

She knows she can't let that happen

drunk horn-dogs were sure 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 forgather some horny jail-birds ”.

His heavy arm then cut around her

Effectively sealing her fate

A cape is flung over her shoulder joint

And now it's too late to scat

The cape hides the ‘ handcuff that control her

His arm guides her out through the room access

She's marched to a van which is waiting

A van she has been in before

finale prison term the number one wood was friendly

A fellow she thought she knew well

But he knows all about her morose phantasy

Of abduction into anarchic sex-hell

So this ride is not a conveyance

Where the device driver is Henry Sweet and obliging

He's taking her to her tough nightmare

And dark force-out are doing the driving

> > > >



If you continue on reading

It's you who has taken the lure

You've gone and exposed your own penchant

So keep reading to witness your fate.

The stories about your kidnaper

Have almost hit on the nail

He has a clandestine contract

With a rough and hooligan local jail.



He goes to the pub every Fri

Exploiting the deep arcanum within

Those who harbor sour fancies

And your taste 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 recital

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

> >. > .. > >

Exploiting dark thinking of abduction

The"recruiter"has sucked you right in

You only have yourself to fault

As you let your incubus set about

The room access to his van sliding board wide of the mark surface

Two collaborator then cart you inside

The room access 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 unaffectionate rough water

You're pushed into some kind of chair

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

You hear a growling phonation 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 mouth

A tie-band then holds it in post

Then an explosion of blinding Andrew Dickson White stars

As a bridge player slaps you firmly in your face

"Now listen up close piffling girly"

As a hired hand handgrip you firm on your Kuki

"If you would like to see cockcrow

Then you'd better relax and give in"



"Do you want to fix this thing easy

Or go down the hard 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 fair warning

I'm not gon na lie and pretend

There might be red wealds on your ankles and wrists

By the prison term we get to the end"

You give a dry gulp and a shiver

At the thought of what lay ahead

But your mind goes blank with another grueling slap

As a hood then encases your question

The thug has some kind 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 sense some sort of motion

Your trip is now underway

They fiddle about with your handlock

And you feel them being taken away

As helping hand start tugging the sides of your top

You feel it being slowly removed

Your racy new bra then comes into view

A wolf-whistle display it's been approved

By reflex you automatically purloin up your arms

As your top slides up over your head

You want to drop your arms down again

But rough handwriting hold them high up instead

You hear the tink-chinkle of handlock

And your articulatio radiocarpea are ensnared once again

But this time you can't get your arms down

They've be hung up on some kind of chain

Hands then pull surd on your ankles

stretch you out by your feet

Your whole torso just seems to go airborne

pull you out of your keister

You feel you're at a mad angle

Your sleeve are still up in the air

You're being stretched out like a hammock

The strain on your wrist hard to bear

Some kind of table slides under your back

Supporting the weight of your body

Releasing the melody of the handcuffs

Which briefly had been quite ungodly

Now laid on your back horizontal

Hands pull at the heels of your skid

"Tonight there'll be no more walk-to

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

manus then pull at your leg covering

You're being relieved of your slacks

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

As your thigh get a couple of smacks

Already relieved of your footwear

Your understructure 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 phonation coos, unnervingly sweet

"Tonight, there's no music for dancing

But you'll swing to an choice beat."

You feel some kind of grueling stockings

beingness eased into place on your feet

The warm liquid has furnished them slippery

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

"These are for when we suspend you

When you're au naturel and flow upside down

Ready to meet your dancing tutor

Who will really whip you around."

Oh no ! Those words weren't expected

A terrifying good turn of events

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

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

You're relieved to hear an escape-route

He subject you close for answer

You nod your straits like a demon

It's exactly just what he wants

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

To feel the warm incandescence of its kiss

To dance to its mesmerizing beat

And come to receive the sound of its hiss ?

His countersign make you writhe in a panic

Frantic"MmmmMMmMmm"s emit from your punk

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

"You'll saltation well when he's drubbing you dependable.

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

Before extracting your screams

Your cavorting will cause the ring's Passion of Christ to ascend

You'll be the red-hot young lady of their dreams"

Your nous is a maelstrom in meltdown

heterosexual thinking now torn up in tag end

It consumes and diverts your attention

You don't card they're spreading your peg

Your"sock"have neat fiddling eye-hooks

The van has bars either incline

The tensity is steadily building

Tight ropes hold your leg clear encompassing

Then hands with intent of wrong-doing

Pull down on the infrastructure of your thong

You feel a hard foreign object

Probing where it don't belong

Unable to stop its intrusion

It relentlessly slides into situation

A click starts a truelove low buzzing

You flush as your heart starts to backwash

Still wet from your"enforced"arousal

And despite your degrading mistreat

The buzzing sends you unrelenting

To the threshold of wholesale licking

The shaking are wholly consuming

The waves coming fast and acute

They break down your terminal resistance

They breach your finish line of defence

In a haze of orgasmic deflexion

Which lasts for … you don't lie with how long

A sudden sharp pain in the neck jolts you back down to earth

If you thought they were done … you were wrong

The hurting is a scratch … a sting on your chest

causation"MMmmmMmm"s which you quickly rue

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

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

"I suppose you should sleep together where we're going"

There's a sinister musical note to his voice

"It's to meet some sex-hungry yard bird

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

You feel a dull pointedness slowly tracing

Some definite ancestry on your peel

"Don't concern, 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 pleasance"

I think that should ca-ca it quite plain

But some of the thugs are nonreader

So there's arrows pointing this way and that

To offer a full set of options

As, in number, they go in to bat.



So let me explain what will happen

When you're served on a shell to this work party.

They've been champing with sexed-up aggression.

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

Violation, abasement and sexual abuse

Not to mention being repeatedly raped

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

Your ordeal will be video-taped.

But it won't reveal any shackles.

Nor whips. Nor tight masking piece tape

Or how you'll spend the next hour

Being"tutored"and licked into pattern

It'll record you orgasmed freely

Convulsing and bucking away

Implying you loved every bit

An abandoned and wanton exhibit

Without any validation of wrong-doing

The ring will be gifted rid rein

They can derive anytime and abduct you

And they will do …. again and again

And there's nothing you can do to contain them

Blackmailed by a TV mag tape

So when you're dark phantasy come knocking

They'll be fully in armorial bearing of your fate

They'll sneak up behind you and snap up you

You'll be stripped and gag masking 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

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 escape

I know you love your dark fancy

But I hope non ever really take billet

> > > > > > > >

Now, what of this woman who was inside my van

The one I just took for a ride ?

Well, she still has her underclothes on

But the vibrator still buzzes inside

I scoop up all her belonging

And place them inside a big bag

I ascertain that nothing is missing,

Then remove her hood and her gag

Releasing the ‘ turnup forget me drug which held her

I stand her up on my hi-top van storey

I fix a blindfold to cover her eyes

Then set her free outside her front door

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

Her belonging and house key in hand

The van and its number one wood 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 house

She feels the vibe is still buzzing

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

She anxiously looks down at her squelchy wet feet

On each ft there's a Hessian boot thrill

.……

I know she loves her dark fancies

But not to let them play her sunk

She knows I can drop a line bawdy poems

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

xxx mu