`` Abduction '' it maybe not what you want

But you have to accept what is served

And if you harbor disconsolate illusion

My words are what you deserve ... ..

I've written my"abduction"story

In a format not to every-ones sense of taste

But if you decide to continue

grab a tissue, you know, just in instance

My word are for one limited individual

A woman I completely adored

And although my opinion still linger

She moved on and I moved abroad

Anyway, back to my level

And to founder an initial insight

It tells of her part in a works-outing

Where inebriant 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 fellow

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 finale hours

Involving a whole bunch of his mates

Her friends order her more than arch stories

Of all manner of things that they do

To the adult female he takes with him

And insist that the news report are true

They said he's never arrested

And immune from conviction for life

He has a crown-judge in his air pocket

Having filmed a"long nighttime"with his wife



They said the commencement nighttime that he"took"her

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

But after her foresightful nighttime of"attention"

For calendar month, she"give ear"each week

The word bed cover throughout her hi-circles

Other wives felt a motivation to"go to"

> But that's a whole unlike story

You'll find there's a liaison 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 friends were just joking

And the tease was at her disbursement

‘ Cos getting away with such outrage

Just wouldn't have made any sense

But they say if she goes the succeeding Friday

She'd skilful prepare in advance

To spend her life as a sex slave

If she falls prey to his sly verbal dance

They say he's always"recruiting"

And was in every Friday dark

They said to come up back and confront him

And she drunkenly says she just might.

"cum alone next week, then, we dare you"

Her friends urge her all in one vocalisation

"But if you allow him to submit you away

He'll use you for minute .. no pick ”.

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 terrible and brutish

The type who controls and commands

No uncertainty he could do what he wanted

To those who fell into his men

But for now she's too tipsy to ponder

About coming back the next calendar week

All she wants to do at that moment

Is go home plate and get encumbrance of sleep.

…………

Two night later, recalling the tale

Her dark fancies begin to hold persuade

An unwholesome tingle starts building

At persuasion of kidnap and sensual foul play

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 love just what that means

They start to touch where they shouldn't

At visual sensation of being taken away

And as they take on a life of their own

She can't finish them having their way

... ... ... ..

After four long nights of more touching

His ‘ influence'is starting to fade

But as Friday sun bent low in the sky

conclusion now have to be made

Just then her phone pings a substance

Unnerving, it almost rings dead on target

It's from a supporter who had dared her

"Are you dreading tonight's rendezvous ?

But I bet that you still end up going

Dressed sexy to give the green light

To his designing 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 belly laugh"just outride away"

She decides to look all the same.

This time around she flies solo

No back-up or friendly support

She knows of his grim report

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

………….. so

Swearing she's not out for"adventure"

But just fancies a duet of wines.

She preps and preens in close detail.

And vamps herself up to the nines

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

With its target of wanton design

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

And tonight she is question of the descent

…………….

The bar is a heady arena

And her heart thumps severe in her chest of drawers

Coursing hot blood through her trunk

Causing unconventional unrest

At first he just seems to ignore her

And throws a mere ready fleeting coup d'oeil

But it tells him she's kept her engagement

With his treacherous, sly plot of chance

Nervous, but strangely excited

She drinks more wine-coloured than she should

Praying he doesn't come over

But secretly hoping he would

He watches her drink herself empty-headed

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 pitch was all rodomontade

He sidles up-side when she goes to the bar

To muster out his cruel plans to abduct her

His silver 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, bland and seductive.

Her defenses melt away, one by one.

If he can chip away all resistance,

Her arousal will tip her washed-up

He breathes more words of toying

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 sort, slow and easy

That he'll take a leak 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 light on her skin.

And she thrills to the thought of abduction

As her dark fondness kick in.

Her revolutionist and growing foreplay

attraction 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 whipping,

If her worst incubus comes true.

But as her underground miscue 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 decline

But it's difficult to render"No"as an answer

When she's horny and heady with wine-colored

He can see that she's started to waver

So he swings into action plan"B"

A cute little biz he has up his arm

Involving handcuffs, a daring and a key

Her eyes open wide as if saucers

When he drops his ‘ cuffs on the bar

She immediately senses her menace

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,

seed 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 center off the handcuffs

Or deny that they gave her a flush

.

He wheedles his fingers high into her hair's-breadth

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 flavour, and still shaking her heading

The temptation proves laborious to resist

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 arms round behind you"he says

"Go on.. please.. I insist"

In a play-act she's taking no promote

Her arms swing around to comply

But an confederate has slinked up behind her

And wrist two gets clicked high and dry

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

She immediately starts to protest

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

"I didn't mean to work you disturbed ”.

"Here ”, he says"You take the key"

As he pulls at the waistline of her slacks

Then dropping the key straight down the face

He laughs as her panic attacks

"Hey, how can I possibly reach it

Now that you've dropped it down there ?"

"Don't trouble, I'll get it for you"he says

"Even if it's in your underwear.

But you'd wagerer behave and be silent.

In your interest, don't make a shot

‘ cos this bar is full of pledge horn-dogs

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

His finger then snake where they shouldn't

In search of his oblique prize

He can see this is just what she wanted

He can tell by the facial expression in her eyes

Her legs outset feeling like jelly

And she leans on the bar for support

Which offers a position more obliging

Free rein for his perfidious sport.

As his finger's breadth keep slowly advancing

She lets out a desperate moan

She knows she is crafty with arousal

And implication have finally hit family

His fingers slip down ever lower

Her arms are cuffed at her back

She's bent over with legs all akimbo

And can't give up his seedy attack

A finger alight on its fair game

Then massages slow up up and down

And just to compound her torment

His ovolo Mexican valium slow round and round

As he explores even further

Her legs set about to generate way

But he continues his finger dancing magic

And their brazen and claiming ballet

A finger's breadth now gaining to the full encroachment

Another one slides by its side

working her ever more firmly

workings her ever more wide

Three fingers then round out her rag

3 digit which do what they will

Three fingers now slick with her juice

Three fingerbreadth which just fit the bill

She hates him for being such a bastard

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 possess 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 happen

sot horn-dogs were certain to unite 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 countersign

"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 fate

A mantle is flung over her articulatio humeri

And now it's too late to fly the coop

The cape hides the ‘ cuffs 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

live meter the driver was favorable

A checkmate she thought she knew well

But he knows all about her sorry partiality

Of abduction into wide-open sex-hell

So this ride is not a imparting

Where the driver is angelical and obliging

He's taking her to her worst nightmare

And colored 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 taste

So keep on reading to see your fate.

The stories about your abductor

Have almost hit on the nail

He has a clandestine contract

With a rough and elusive local jail.



He goes to the pub every Fri

Exploiting the mysterious enigma within

Those who harbor dark fancies

And your preference 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 halt reading

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 charge

As you let your nightmare begin

The door to his van sliding board across-the-board open

Two henchmen then haul you inside

The doorway slams shut causing darkness

Now there's nowhere to run or to blot out

deal then rick you and turn you

This way and that, who knows where

Manhandled with thoughtless roughness

You're pushed into some kind of chair

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

You hear a growl part 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 sass

A tie-band then holds it in topographic point

Then an explosion of blinding white whiz

As a hand slaps you hard in your face

"Now listen up close little girly"

As a manus grips you firm on your chin

"If you would care to see morning

Then you'd unspoilt relax and present in"



"Do you want to make this affair easy

Or go down the severe route instead ?"

Knowing there now seems no option

You give a slight nod of your brain

"Good young woman, you gave the right resolution

We also want you to bear fun

And not cause knife-cuts and bruise

Before the secret plan's even begun

But I'm here to return you sightly warning

I'm not gon na lie and act

There might be red wealds on your ankles and carpus

By the sentence we get to the end"

You give a dry gulp and a shake

At the intellection of what lay ahead

But your brain goes blank with another hard slap

As a hood then encases your top dog

The hood has some kind of hemming

Which seems to circle your cervix

You feel its buckle being latched into place

Your chance has just cashed a bad check

You then sense some variety of motion

Your trip is now afoot

They fiddle about with your handlock

And you feel them being taken away

As workforce start tugging the incline of your top

You feel it being slowly removed

Your racy new bra then comes into eyeshot

A wolf-whistle shows 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 weapons system down again

But raspy helping hand hold them senior high school up instead

You hear the tink-chinkle of handcuff

And your wrist joint are ensnared once again

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

They've be hung up on some kind of Sir Ernst Boris Chain

hand then pull severe on your mortise joint

stretching you out by your ft

Your whole body just seems to go airborne

Pulling you out of your seat

You feel you're at a mad angle

Your implements of war are still up in the air

You're being stretched out like a mound

The strain on your wrists hard to bear

Some form of table swoop under your binding

Supporting the weightiness of your organic structure

Releasing the strain of the handcuffs

Which briefly had been quite iniquitous

Now laid on your back horizontal

Hands twist at the cad of your shoes

"Tonight there'll be no more walking

So, don't headache, you've nothing to recede"

Hands then pull at your leggings

You're being relieved of your morass

"We're just making for certain you are ready"

As your thigh get a mates of flavour

Already relieved of your footwear

Your feet 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 vocalization coos, unnervingly unfermented

"Tonight, there's no music for dancing

But you'll swing to an alternative beat."

You feel some variety of hard stockings

Being eased into place on your fundament

The strong liquid has furnished them slippery

So your"air sock"fit you tight, cubbyhole and neat

"These are for when we suspend you

When you're naked and cling upside down

Ready to meet your dance coach

Who will really blister you around."

Oh no ! Those words weren't expected

A terrifying turn of effect

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

"And we could dispense with taking such lengths."

You're relieved to try an escape-route

He studies you close for answer

You nod your mind like a demon

It's exactly just what he wants

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

To experience the warm glow of its kiss

To trip the light fantastic toe to its hypnotic calendar method

And come to welcome the sound of its hiss ?

His dustup make you writhe in a scare

Frantic"MmmmMMmMmm"s emit from your hood

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

"You'll dance well when he's whipping you estimable.

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

Before extracting your screams

Your cavorting will get the work party's passionateness to prove

You'll be the blistering girl of their pipe dream"

Your thinker is a whirlpool in meltdown

straightaway thinking now torn up in shreds

It consumes and diverts your aid

You don't poster they're spreading your legs

Your"sock"have corking lilliputian eye-hooks

The van has stripe either English

The tension is steadily building

Tight ropes hold your legs overt wide of the mark

Then hands with spirit of wrong-doing

pull down on the base of your flip-flop

You feel a hard strange target

Probing where it don't belong

Unable to stop its intrusion

It relentlessly slides into position

A click starts a steadily low buzzing

You flush as your core starts to race

Still wet from your"enforced"arousal

And despite your degrading mistreat

The buzzing sends you persistent

To the brink of sweeping licking

The shakiness are wholly consuming

The wave coming fast and acute

They break down your final resistance

They breach your last line of defence

In a fog of orgasmic deflection

Which lasts for … you don't cognise how retentive

A sudden sharp pain jolts you back down to earth

If you thought they were done … you were amiss

The pain is a scratch … a sting on your breast

Causing"MMmmmMmm"s which you quickly repent

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

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

"I suppose you should have a go at it where we're going"

There's a sinister whole tone to his voice

"It's to take on some sex-hungry convict

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

You feel a leaden point slowly tracing

Some definite lines on your skin

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

With a subject matter, before we begin

.It's to the said convict

You're about to go"entertain"

It says"I'm here for your joy"

I think that should pee it quite plain

But some of the thugs are illiterate person

So there's arrows pointing this way and that

To offer a full-of-the-moon set of options

As, in turn, they go in to bat.



So let me explain what will go on

When you're served on a shell to this crowd.

They've been champing with sexed-up aggression.

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

Violation, degradation and intimate ill-usage

Not to mention being repeatedly raped

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

Your ordeal will be video-taped.

But it won't reveal any shackles.

Nor whiplash. Nor mingy masking tape

Or how you'll spend the succeeding hour

Being"tutored"and licked into soma

It'll phonograph recording you orgasmed freely

Convulsing and bucking away

Implying you loved every moment

An abandoned and trifle away display

Without any proof of wrong-doing

The gang will be gifted free rein

They can come anytime and snatch you

And they will do …. again and again

And there's zippo you can do to block off them

Blackmailed by a video tape

So when you're dark fancies come knocking

They'll be fully in charge of your lot

They'll canary up behind you and catch you

You'll be stripped and gag masking taped

You'll be thrown on a colly old mattress

Then held down and repeatedly raped

So if you're now hot from my report

And my Christian Bible have brought you undone

shuffle your own fingerbreadth 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 escapism

I know you love your dismal fantasy

But I hope non ever really contract place

> > > > > > > >

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

The one I just took for a drive ?

wellspring, 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 aught is missing,

Then slay her punk and her gag

Releasing the ‘ handlock R-2 which held her

I stand her up on my hi-top van floor

I fix a blindfold to cover her eyes

Then set her free outside her front door

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

Her belonging and house key in helping 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 open air alone

Her optic adjust into focus

She sees she's outside her own rest home

She feels the vibe is still buzzing

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

She anxiously looks down at her squelchy wet metrical unit

On each infantry there's a capital of New Zealand boot

.……

I know she loves her moody fancies

But not to let them add her undone

She knows I can pen off-color poems

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

xxx mu