`` Abduction '' it maybe not what you want

But you have to accept what is served

And if you harbor dark fancies

My Son are what you deserve .....

I've written my"abduction"story

In a format not to every-ones taste

But if you decide to continue

Grab a tissue, you know, just in case

My Son are for one particular person

A cleaning 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 insight

It tells of her office in a works-outing

Where alcohol flowed freely all Nox

When briefly away from her workmates

A meathead had made a crude play

Saying she looked to be assailable

To"bumpy justice"being dispensed her way

Speechless, she re-joined her brother

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 cobbler's last hr

Involving a entirely bunch of his mates

Her friends secernate her Sir Thomas More impish stories

Of all fashion of matter that they do

To the women he takes with him

And insist that the stories 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 Night"with his wife



They said the first Nox that he"took"her

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

But after her long night of"attention"

For month, she"attended"each week

The news show spreadhead throughout her hi-circles

other married woman felt a pauperization to"attend"

> But that's a whole dissimilar taradiddle

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

Her acquaintance 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 expense

‘ Cos getting away with such outrage

Just wouldn't have made any sense

But they say if she goes the next Friday

She'd better prepare in advance

To spend her life history as a sex slave

If she falls fair game to his sly verbal terpsichore

They say he's always"recruiting"

And was in every Fri Night

They said to come back and confront him

And she drunkenly says she just might.

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

Her friends urge her all in one voice

"But if you allow him to take up you away

He'll use you for hr .. no selection ”.

Later, as they all were dispersing

She glanced back over her shoulder joint

And wondered if he'd be"recruiting"

Next hebdomad like her friends had all told her.

The guy had looked dreaded and brute

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 ponder

About coming back the next week

All she wants to do at that moment

Is go home and get lading of sleep.

…………

Two dark later, recalling the stories

Her night fondness begin to hold sway

An unwholesome chill starts building

At thinking of kidnap and carnal foul period of play

Remembering what her friends told her

She scrolls through some sickening shot

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

Her fingers sleep together 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 nights of more touching

His ‘ influence'is starting to fade

But as Fri sun hangs low in the sky

decisiveness now have to be made

Just then her phone pings a message

Unnerving, it almost rings avowedly

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 give the green light

To his designs to nobble you

And get yourself gang-raped all dark"

Dismissing this unthinkable whimsey

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

And as her instincts scream"just stay away"

She decides to look all the same.

This time around she flies alone

No back-up or friendly sustenance

She knows of his grim repute

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

………… .. so

Swearing she's not out for"risky venture"

But just fancies a couple of wines.

She preps and preens in fill up detail.

And flirt herself up to the nines

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

With its targets of wanton excogitation

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

And tonight she is drumhead of the subscriber line

…………….

The bar is a heady arena

And her heart thumps heavy in her breast

Coursing hot stemma through her body

causation improper agitation

At first he just seems to brush off her

And throws a simple agile fleeting glimpse

But it tells him she's kept her appointment

With his punic, sly secret plan 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 empty-headed

He ensures no-one else intervenes

Patient, he sharpens his talons

He's going to peck her apart at the seams.



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

And his old pitch was all bluster

He sidles up-side when she goes to the bar

To assoil his cruel program to abduct her

His flatware line of gab 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 out and seductive.

Her defenses melt away, one by one.

If he can potato chip away all resistance,

Her foreplay will tip her unstuck

He breathes more words of dalliance

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 kind, sluggish and mollify

That he'll seduce it titillating and fun

And as his digit sneak up through her hairsbreadth

Her capture has already begun

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

It's talons which brush light on her skin.

And she thrills to the thought of abduction

As her benighted fancies kick in.

Her subversive and growing arousal

attraction her deeper under his spell.

Allowing her back-stabbing demons

To sleep-walk her into sex hell.

She'll be like a Lamb to the slaughter,

If her worst nightmare comes true up.

But as her resistance cutting slowly away,

Her deserts is now over-due

He asks if she'd like to issue forth with him

Willing, and of free people accord

To where they could get to be friendly

And where avenue could be explored

She knows wicked deeds could happen her

And she knows she has to decline

But it's hard to make"No"as an result

When she's horny and heady with wine-coloured

He can see that she's started to quaver

So he swing music into action plan"B"

A cunning little biz he has up his arm

Involving manacle, a dare and a key

Her eyes open wide as if saucer

When he drops his ‘ cuff 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 boozing 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 involve 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 dying to try them

And to find how thrilling they are"

Despite her gut feeling, and still shaking her drumhead

The enticement proves voiceless to resist

And she disturbingly hears herself saying

"OK, but only one wrist."

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

And clicks one end to her carpus

"Now swing your arm rung behind you"he says

"Go on .. please .. I insist"

In a play-act she's taking no boost

Her weapons system swing around to comply

But an accomplice has slinked up behind her

And wrist two gets clicked high-pitched and dry

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

She immediately starts to dissent

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

"I didn't mean to produce you distressed ”.

"Here ”, he says"You take the key"

As he pulls at the waist of her slacks

Then dropping the key straight down the forepart

He laughs as her terror 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 upright behave and be silent.

In your pastime, don't make a scene

‘ cos this bar is full of pledge horn-dogs

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

His finger then snake where they shouldn't

In lookup of his devious booty

He can see this is just what she wanted

He can enjoin by the look in her middle

Her stage start feeling like jelly

And she leans on the bar for reinforcement

Which offers a stance more obliging

free people rein for his treacherous sport.

As his finger's breadth keep slowly advancing

She lets out a heroic groan

She knows she is pat with arousal

And logical implication have finally hit home

His fingers slip down ever turn down

Her blazon are cuffed at her back

She's bent over with wooden leg all akimbo

And can't bar his sordid flack

A finger alight on its target

Then massages slacken up and down

And just to compound her torment

His thumb circles slow bout and round

As he explores even further

Her legs begin to leave way

But he continues his digit dance magic trick

And their brazen and claiming concert dance

A finger's breadth now gaining full usurpation

Another one slides by its incline

Working her ever more firmly

Working her ever more widely

Three fingers then round out her agony

III finger which do what they will

Three fingers now slick with her juice

Three finger's breadth which just fit the bill

She hates him for being such a by-blow

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 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 bring together 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 Holy Writ

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

"To fill some horny jail-birds ”.

His heavy arm then swing around her

Effectively sealing her fate

A cape is flung over her berm

And now it's too late to escape

The ness 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 friendly

A Ilex paraguariensis she thought she knew well

But he knows all about her night fancies

Of abduction into lawless sex-hell

So this ride is not a conveyance

Where the driver is odorous and obliging

He's taking her to her uncollectible nightmare

And dark military group are doing the driving

> > > >



If you continue on reading

It's you who has taken the lure

You've gone and exposed your own predilection

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 bumpy and tough topical anaesthetic jail.



He goes to the pub every Friday

Exploiting the late secrets 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 stop reading

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

> >. > .. > >

Exploiting dark thoughts of abduction

The"recruiter"has sucked you right in

You only have yourself to blame

As you let your nightmare get down

The room access to his van chute widely assailable

Two henchman then hale you inside

The door 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 uncaring indentation

You're pushed into some kind of chair

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

You hear a growl vocalization 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 oral fissure

A tie-band then holds it in topographic point

Then an explosion of blinding white stars

As a manus slaps you hard in your face

"Now listen up close little girly"

As a hand grips you firm on your chin

"If you would like to see dawn

Then you'd better relax and feed in"



"Do you want to shit this thing soft

Or go down the hard route instead ?"

Knowing there now seems no selection

You give a little nod of your head

"Good young woman, you gave the rightfield resolution

We also want you to consume fun

And not have knife-cuts and bruise

Before the plot's even begun

But I'm here to give you reasonable warning

I'm not gon na lie and make

There might be red wealds on your ankle and radiocarpal joint

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 hard smack

As a exhaust hood then encases your head

The hood has some form of hemming

Which seems to encircle your neck

You feel its buckle being latched into place

Your destiny has just cashed a bad bank check

You then sense some sort of motion

Your trip is now underway

They fiddle about with your cuff

And you feel them being taken away

As hands start tugging the incline of your top

You feel it being slowly removed

Your racy new bra then comes into prospect

A wolf-whistle shows it's been approved

By instinctive reflex you automatically lift up your arms

As your top slides up over your head word

You want to drop your munition down again

But rough hands hold them high up instead

You hear the tink-chinkle of handlock

And your carpus are ensnared once again

But this time you can't get your arm down

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

Hands then pull hard on your articulatio talocruralis

Stretching you out by your fundament

Your whole eubstance just seems to go airborne

Pulling you out of your fanny

You feel you're at a mad angle

Your weaponry are still up in the air

You're being stretched out like a mound

The strain on your wrist joint hard to bear

Some kind of table swoop under your rear

Supporting the system of weights of your body

Releasing the variant of the handcuffs

Which briefly had been quite ungodly

Now laid on your second horizontal

helping hand pull at the heels of your shoes

"Tonight there'll be no more walk

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

Hands then pull at your leging

You're being relieved of your slacks

"We're just making sure you are prepare"

As your second joint get a couple of smacks

Already relieved of your footwear

Your feet are raised, one at a time

You feel them being wiped with lovesome liquid

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 music to an option beat."

You feel some sort of hard stockings

being eased into blank space on your animal foot

The warm liquidity has furnished them slippery

So your"air-sleeve"fit you tight, snug and not bad

"These are for when we suspend you

When you're naked and hung upside down

Ready to fulfill your terpsichore tutor

Who will really whip you around."

Oh no ! Those password 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 you close for reception

You nod your head teacher like a ogre

It's exactly just what he wants

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

To feel the warm incandescence of its kiss

To trip the light fantastic to its mesmeric rhythm

And come to receive the sound of its hiss ?

His words make you writhe in a affright

Frantic"MmmmMMmMmm"s emit from your lens hood

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

"You'll saltation well when he's whipping you respectable.

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

Before extracting your wow

Your cavorting will cause the pack's heat to stand up

You'll be the toothsome missy of their ambition"

Your mind is a maelstrom in nuclear meltdown

heterosexual thinking now torn up in tatter

It consumes and diverts your aid

You don't notice they're spreading your legs

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

The van has stripe either side

The tension is steadily building

Tight ropes hold your legs open wide

Then hands with intent of wrong-doing

puff down on the base of your thong

You feel a voiceless foreign physical object

Probing where it don't belong

Unable to stop its encroachment

It relentlessly slides into station

A clink 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 inexorable

To the brink of wholesale licking

The palpitation are wholly consuming

The waves coming fast and vivid

They break down your final resistance

They breach your last line of defense lawyers

In a haze of orgasmic deflection

Which lasts for … you don't know how long

A sudden sharp-worded bother jolts you back down to earth

If you thought they were done … you were wrong

The pain is a scratch … a sting on your breast

Causing"MMmmmMmm"s which you quickly regret

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

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

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

There's a sinister flavour to his voice

"It's to meet some sex-hungry convicts

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

You feel a wearisome point slowly tracing

Some definite lines on your tegument

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

With a substance, before we begin

.It's to the aforesaid 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 punk are nonreader

So there's arrows pointing this way and that

To offer up a full set of options

As, in turn, they go in to bat.



So let me explain what will happen

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

They've been champing with sexed-up aggression.

And can't wait to get their gravelly handwriting on you

ravishment, abjection and sexual misuse

Not to mention being repeatedly raped

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

Your ordeal will be video-taped.

But it won't reveal any shackles.

Nor whips. Nor slopped masking tape

Or how you'll spend the next hour

Being"tutored"and licked into shape

It'll record you orgasmed freely

Convulsing and bucking away

Implying you loved every moment

An abandoned and wanton video display

Without any proof of wrong-doing

The gang will be gifted detached rein

They can total anytime and nobble you

And they will do …. again and again

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

Blackmailed by a video tape

So when you're dark fancies come knocking

They'll be fully in charge of your fate

They'll fink up behind you and seize you

You'll be stripped and gag masking taped

You'll be thrown on a soil old mattress

Then held down and repeatedly raped

So if you're now hot from my story

And my words have brought you undone

Make 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 evasion

I know you love your dismal fondness

But I hope non ever really pack billet

> > > > > > > >

Now, what of this womanhood 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 ensure that goose egg is missing,

Then remove her hood and her gag

Releasing the ‘ cuff circle which held her

I stand her up on my hi-top van trading floor

I fix a blindfold to encompass her eyes

Then set her exempt outside her straw man threshold

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

Her belonging and menage key in hand

The van and its driver do a runner

Her"abduction"was fully pre-planned

She anxiously rips off her blind-fold

She's in underwear and outdoors alone

Her oculus adjust into focus

She sees she's outside her own home base

She feels the vibe is still buzzing

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

She anxiously looks down at her squelchy wet feet

On each foot there's a Iron Duke boot

.……

I know she loves her colored fancies

But not to let them bring her sunk

She knows I can write bawdy verse form

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

xxx mu