`` Abduction '' it maybe not what you want

But you have to accept what is served

And if you harbor sullen illusion

My Son are what you deserve ... ..

I've written my"abduction"story

In a formatting not to every-ones taste

But if you decide to preserve

Grab a tissue paper, you know, just in case

My words are for one exceptional person

A fair sex I completely adored

And although my look still linger

She moved on and I moved abroad

Anyway, back to my history

And to pay an initial insight

It tells of her theatrical role in a works-outing

Where alcoholic beverage flowed freely all dark

When briefly away from her workmates

A meathead had made a rough manoeuvre

Saying she looked to be open air

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 women

With or without their consent

They said he's an insatiable fiend

The committer of"marathon"rapes

And some were said to last hours

Involving a whole crowd of his first mate

Her friends enjoin her more than wicked write up

Of all manner of things that they do

To the char he takes with him

And insist that the stories are avowedly

They said he's never arrested

And immune from judgment of conviction for life sentence

He has a crown-judge in his sac

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"care"

For months, she"attended"each week

The tidings spread throughout her hi-circles

Other married woman felt a need to"attend"

> But that's a whole different story

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 Quaker were just joking

And the flirt 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 skilful prepare in advance

To spend her life history as a sex slave

If she falls prey to his sly verbal dance

They say he's always"recruiting"

And was in every Friday Night

They said to descend back and confront him

And she drunkenly says she just might.

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

Her friends urge her all in one vocalisation

"But if you allow him to take you away

He'll use you for hours .. no choice ”.

Later, as they all were dispersing

She glanced back over her articulatio humeri

And wondered if he'd be"recruiting"

Next week like her friends had all told her.

The guy had looked fearsome and beastly

The case who controls and commands

No doubt he could do what he wanted

To those who fell into his hired man

But for now she's too tiddly to ponder

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 wickedness fancies begin to hold sway

An unwholesome tingle starts building

At opinion of kidnap and fleshly foul play

Remembering what her booster told her

She scrolls through some sickening conniption

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

Her fingers cognize just what that means

They start to touch where they shouldn't

At vision of being taken away

And as they take on a life of their own

She can't stop them having their way

... ... ... ..

After four hanker nights of more touching

His ‘ influence'is starting to fade

But as Friday sun bent low in the sky

Decisions now have to be made

Just then her headphone pings a message

Unnerving, it almost rings true

It's from a champion 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 Christ Within

To his designs to kidnap 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 instinct wow"just stay put away"

She decides to front all the same.

This time around she flies solo

No back-up or well-disposed support

She knows of his grim reputation

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

………….. so

Swearing she's not out for"escapade"

But just illusion a couple of wines.

She preps and preens in close detail.

And vamps herself up to the niner

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

With its targets of wanton design

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

And tonight she is head of the seam

…………….

The bar is a heady arena

And her pith thumps unvoiced in her chest

Coursing hot bloodline through her body

Causing wrong unrest

At first he just seems to ignore her

And throws a simple quick fleeting glimpse

But it tells him she's kept her appointment

With his unreliable, sly plot of probability

Nervous, but strangely excited

She drinks more than wine than she should

Praying he doesn't come over

But secretly hoping he would

He watches her deglutition 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 claw

And his previous pitch was all bravado

He sidles up-side when she goes to the bar

To empty his cruel plans to abduct 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, smooth and seductive.

Her defenses melt away, one by one.

If he can check away all resistance,

Her arousal will tip her undo

He breathes More words of coquetry

Soft and sensuous into her ear

Saying she's sure to savour it

And that she has nothing to fear.

He says he'll be kind, deadening and gentle

That he'll realise it erotic and fun

And as his fingers sneak up through her hair

Her capture has already begun

When his fingerbreadth caress the nape of her neck,

It's talons which brush light on her skin.

And she thrills to the sentiment of abduction

As her saturnine fondness kick in.

Her subversive and growing rousing

hooking her deeper under his spell.

Allowing her back-stabbing devil

To sleep-walk her into sex hell.

She'll be like a lamb to the mass murder,

If her speculative incubus comes true.

But as her resistor sideslip slowly away,

Her comeuppance is now over-due

He asks if she'd like to come with him

Willing, and of absolve accord

To where they could get to be friendly

And where boulevard could be explored

She knows wicked deeds could bechance her

And she knows she has to decline

But it's heavily to leave"No"as an resolution

When she's horny and heady with vino

He can see that she's started to falter

So he golf shot into action plan"B"

A cute short game he has up his sleeve

Involving handcuffs, a dare and a key

Her eyes open wide as if dish aerial

When he drops his ‘ cuffs on the bar

She immediately senses her jeopardise

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 eyes off the handcuff

Or deny that they gave her a bang

.

He wheedles his finger high into her haircloth

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 feeling, and still shaking her head

The temptation proves voiceless to withstand

And she disturbingly hears herself saying

"OK, but only one wrist."

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

And clicks one end to her wrist

"Now swing your arms rhythm 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 gamy and dry

"Hey, let me go, this isn't constituent of the batch"

She immediately starts to resist

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

"I didn't mean to make you hard put ”.

"Here ”, he says"You take the key"

As he pulls at the waist of her slack water

Then dropping the key straight down the front

He laughs as her affright attempt

"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 easily behave and be silent.

In your interestingness, don't make a scene

‘ cos this bar is full of inebriated horn-dogs

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

His fingers then snake where they shouldn't

In hunting of his devious prize

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 backing

Which offers a stance more obliging

Free rein for his punic sport.

As his digit keep slowly advancing

She lets out a heroic moan

She knows she is slick with arousal

And implication have finally hit place

His fingers slip down ever lower

Her implements of war are cuffed at her back

She's bent over with pegleg all akimbo

And can't hold on his flyblown approach

A finger alight on its target

Then massages slow up and down

And just to intensify her torment

His ovolo R-2 slow troll and round

As he explores even further

Her legs start out to give way

But he continues his finger dance magic trick

And their brazen and claiming ballet

A finger now gaining wax usurpation

Another one coast by its side

Working her ever more firmly

workings her ever more wide-eyed

Three finger's breadth then round out her torment

troika digit which do what they will

Three fingers now slick with her juice

trine fingers which just fit the throwaway

She hates him for being such a son of a bitch

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 induce her

set over, right now and right here

And that no-one would ill-treat in to help her

In fact, they would probably cheer.

She knows she can't let that bechance

rummy 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 meet some horny jail-birds ”.

His fleshy arm then swings around her

Effectively sealing her luck

A mantle 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 door

She's marched to a van which is waiting

A van she has been in before

lowest time the driver was friendly

A checkmate she thought she knew well

But he knows all about her morose fancies

Of abduction into outlaw sex-hell

So this ride is not a conveyance

Where the driver is sweet and obliging

He's taking her to her worst nightmare

And dark 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 reading to witness your fate.

The stories about your kidnapper

Have almost hit on the nail

He has a clandestine contract

With a rough out and tough local jail.



He goes to the pub every Friday

Exploiting the deep secret within

Those who harbor glum fantasy

And your penchant has seen you sucked in.

So now you've been tricked into handlock

You've been frog-marched out to his van

You know you should really stop reading

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

> >. > .. > >

Exploiting dark mentation of abduction

The"recruiter"has sucked you right in

You only have yourself to blame

As you let your nightmare start

The door to his van slides wide open

Two henchman then haul you inside

The door slams shut causing duskiness

Now there's nowhere to run or to enshroud

custody then twist you and work you

This way and that, who knows where

Manhandled with unthinking roughness

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 ineffectual 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 berth

Then an plosion of blinding blanched principal

As a bridge player slaps you hard in your look

"Now listen up close small girly"

As a hand handgrip you firm on your chin

"If you would like to see break of the day

Then you'd better relax and grant in"



"Do you want to make this thing tardily

Or go down the unvoiced path instead ?"

Knowing there now seems no option

You give a slender nod of your head

"goodness female child, you gave the rectify reply

We also want you to induce fun

And not have knife-cuts and bruises

Before the game's even begun

But I'm here to apply you fair warning

I'm not gon na lie and make believe

There might be red wealds on your ankles and articulatio radiocarpea

By the time we get to the end"

You give a dry swig and a tingle

At the thought of what lay ahead

But your mind goes blank with another heavily smacking

As a cowling then encases your headland

The hood has some kind of hemming

Which seems to encircle your neck

You feel its warp being latched into place

Your luck has just cashed a bad cheque

You then sense some form of motion

Your trip is now underway

They fiddle about with your manacle

And you feel them being taken away

As hired hand start tugging the English of your top

You feel it being slowly removed

Your racy new bra then comes into prospect

A wolf-whistle appearance it's been approved

By reflex you automatically rear up your weapon system

As your top slides up over your head

You want to overlook your arms down again

But harsh bridge player hold them high up instead

You hear the tink-chinkle of handlock

And your wrists are ensnared once again

But this time you can't get your arms down

They've be hung up on some form of chain

Hands then pull hard on your ankles

Stretching you out by your feet

Your whole trunk 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 variant on your carpus hard to bear

Some kind of put over slides under your back

Supporting the weightiness of your body

Releasing the strain of the handcuffs

Which briefly had been quite iniquitous

Now laid on your back horizontal

work force pull at the bounder of your place

"Tonight there'll be no more walk

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

Hands then pull at your leg covering

You're being relieved of your slacks

"We're just making sure you are prepare"

As your thigh get a couple of smacks

Already relieved of your footwear

Your pes are raised, one at a prison term

You feel them being wiped with warm liquidness

It's bizarre, but feels quite sublime.

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

A part coos, unnervingly mellisonant

"Tonight, there's no music for dancing

But you'll swing to an choice beat."

You feel some form of surd stockings

beingness eased into place on your base

The warm liquid has furnished them slippery

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

"These are for when we suspend you

When you're au naturel and hung upside down

Ready to meet your dance tutor

Who will really lash you around."

Oh no ! Those words weren't expected

A terrifying turn of events

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

"And we could dispense with taking such lengths."

You're relieved to hear an escape-route

He subject field you close for response

You nod your header like a demon

It's exactly just what he wants

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

To feel the quick glow of its candy kiss

To dance to its spellbinding rhythm

And come to welcome the auditory sensation of its razz ?

His Son make you writhe in a affright

Frantic"MmmmMMmMmm"s emit from your goon

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

"You'll dancing well when he's whipstitching you dear.

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

Before extracting your screams

Your cavorting will cause the crowd's Passion to arise

You'll be the red-hot girl of their aspiration"

Your mind is a vortex in meltdown

heterosexual person thinking now torn up in smidgen

It consumes and diverts your tending

You don't notice they're spreading your legs

Your"socks"have neat short eye-hooks

The van has bars either side

The tension is steadily building

Tight ropes take hold your legs loose wide

Then hands with intent of wrong-doing

Pull down on the base of your lash

You feel a hard foreign object

Probing where it don't belong

Unable to stop its intrusion

It relentlessly slides into station

A click starts a unbendable low buzzing

You flush as your heart starts to race

Still wet from your"enforced"stimulation

And despite your degrading mistreat

The buzzing sends you unrelenting

To the threshold of in large quantities defeat

The vibrations are wholly consuming

The waves coming fast and intense

They break down your final resistance

They breach your conclusion line of descent of defence

In a haze of orgasmic deflection

Which lasts for … you don't know how long

A sudden acutely pain jerking you back down to earth

If you thought they were done … you were wrong

The painfulness is a bread … a sting on your breast

causing"MMmmmMmm"s which you quickly regret

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

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

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

There's a sinister whole step to his vocalization

"It's to meet some sex-hungry yardbird

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

You feel a dull stage slowly tracing

Some definite lines on your tegument

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

With a message, before we begin

.It's to the aforementioned convicts

You're about to go"entertain"

It says"I'm here for your pleasure"

I think that should form it quite plain

But some of the thugs are illiterate

So there's arrows pointing this way and that

To extend a full set of options

As, in turn, they go in to bat.



So let me explicate what will bechance

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

They've been champing with sexed-up aggression.

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

infringement, abasement and sexual abuse

Not to mention being repeatedly raped

But there's something we've kept as a hole-and-corner ..…

Your ordeal will be video-taped.

But it won't reveal any shackles.

Nor whips. Nor stiff covering mag tape

Or how you'll spend the next hour

Being"tutored"and licked into shape

It'll criminal record you orgasmed freely

Convulsing and bucking away

Implying you loved every moment

An abandoned and piddle display

Without any proof of wrong-doing

The gang 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 end them

Blackmailed by a telecasting tape

So when you're nighttime fancies come knocking

They'll be fully in bearing of your fate

They'll prowler up behind you and take hold of you

You'll be stripped and gag covering taped

You'll be thrown on a dirty old mattress

Then held down and repeatedly raped

So if you're now hot from my fib

And my quarrel have brought you undone

shuffling your own digit 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 intention escape

I know you love your colored fancies

But I hope non ever really carry seat

> > > > > > > >

Now, what of this woman 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 zippo is missing,

Then take her hood and her gag

Releasing the ‘ handcuff forget me drug which held her

I stand her up on my hi-top van floor

I fix a blindfold to cross her optic

Then set her free outside her nominal head doorway

It's cold-blooded and it's three in the sunup

Her belonging and house key in bridge player

The van and its number one wood do a ball carrier

Her"abduction"was fully pre-planned

She anxiously rips off her blind-fold

She's in underclothes and open air alone

Her eyes 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 feet

On each infantry there's a wellington charge

.……

I know she loves her grim fondness

But not to let them bring her undone

She knows I can write ribald poem

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

xxx mu