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Written by: missyoujayne Category: Fantasy Tag(s): Non-consensual sex "Abduction" it maybe not what you want But you have to accept what is served And if you harbor dark fancies My words 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 words are for one special person A 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 part in a works-outing Where alcohol 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 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 monster The committer of “marathon” rapes And some were said to last hours Involving a whole bunch of his mates Her friends tell her more wicked stories Of all manner of things 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 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 night of “attention” For months, she “attended” each week The news spread throughout her hi-circles Other wives 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 friends 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 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 come 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 voice “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 shoulder And wondered if he’d be “recruiting” Next week like her friends had all told her. The guy had looked fearsome and brutish 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 tipsy to ponder About coming back the next week All she wants to do at that moment Is go home and get loads of sleep. ………… Two nights later, recalling the stories Her dark fancies begin to hold sway An unwholesome tingle starts building At thoughts of kidnap and carnal 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 fingers know 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 Friday sun hangs low in the sky Decisions now have to be made Just then her phone pings 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 give the green light To his designs 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 instincts scream “just stay away” She decides to front all the same. This time around she flies solo No back-up or friendly support She knows of his grim reputation And what she’ll get if she gets herself ‘caught’ ………….. so Swearing she’s not out for “adventure” But just fancies a couple of wines. She preps and preens in close detail. And vamps herself up to the nines She’d been told he has a cruel ‘hit list’ 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 line ……………. The bar is a heady arena And her heart thumps hard in her chest Coursing hot blood through her body Causing improper unrest At first he just seems to ignore her And throws a mere quick 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 wine 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 pick her apart at the seams. Just when she thinks she’s been let off the hook And his previous pitch was all bluster He sidles up-side when she goes to the bar To discharge 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, smooth and seductive. Her defenses melt away, one by one. If he can chip away all resistance, Her arousal will tip her undone He breathes more words 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 kind, slow and gentle That he’ll make 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 fancies kick in. Her subversive and growing arousal Draws 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. But as her resistance slips slowly away, Her comeuppance 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 deeds could befall her And she knows she has to decline But it’s hard to give “No” as an answer When she’s horny and heady with wine He can see that she’s started to waver So he swings into action plan “B” A cute little game he has up his sleeve Involving handcuffs, a dare and a key Her eyes open wide as if saucers 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 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 feel how thrilling they are” Despite her gut feeling, and still shaking her head The temptation proves hard 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 further Her arms swing around to comply But an accomplice has slinked up behind her And wrist two gets clicked high and dry “Hey, let me go, this isn’t part of the deal” She immediately starts to protest “Oh no, you’re right, I’m sorry” he says “I didn’t mean to make 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 front He laughs as her panic attacks “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 scene ‘cos this bar is full of drunk horn-dogs And you’re in handcuffs…. know what I mean?” His fingers then snake where they shouldn’t In search 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 support Which offers a stance more obliging Free rein for his treacherous sport. As his fingers keep slowly advancing She lets out a desperate moan She knows she is slick with arousal And implications have finally hit home His fingers slip down ever lower Her arms are cuffed at her back She’s bent over with legs all akimbo And can’t stop his sordid attack A finger alight on its target Then massages slow up and down And just to compound her torment His thumb circles slow round and round As he explores even further Her legs begin to give way But he continues his finger dance magic And their brazen and claiming ballet A finger now gaining full trespass Another one slides by its side Working her ever more firmly Working her ever more wide Three fingers then round out her torment Three fingers which do what they will Three fingers now slick with her juices Three fingers 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 have 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 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 meet some horny jail-birds”. His heavy arm then swings around her Effectively sealing her fate A cape 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 Last time the driver was friendly A mate she thought she knew well But he knows all about her dark fancies Of abduction into lawless 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 penchant So keep reading to witness your fate. The stories about your abductor Have almost hit on the nail He has a clandestine contract With a rough and tough local jail. He goes to the pub every Friday Exploiting the deep secrets within Those who harbor dark fancies 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 begin The door to his van slides wide open Two henchmen then haul 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 roughness You’re pushed into some kind 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 mouth A tie-band then holds it in place Then an explosion of blinding white stars As a hand 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 morning Then you’d better relax and give 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 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 bruises Before the game’s even begun But I’m here to give you fair warning I’m not gonna 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 shiver At the thought of what lay ahead But your mind goes blank with another hard slap As a hood then encases your head The hood has some kind of hemming Which seems to encircle your neck You feel its buckle being latched into place Your luck has just cashed a bad cheque You then sense some kind of motion Your trip is now underway They fiddle about with your handcuffs And you feel them being taken away As hands start tugging the sides of your top You feel it being slowly removed Your racy new bra then comes into view 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 arms down again But rough hands hold them high up instead You hear the tink-chinkle of handcuffs And your wrists 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 hard on your ankles Stretching you out by your feet Your whole body just seems to go airborne Pulling you out of your seat You feel you’re at a mad angle Your arms are still up in the air You’re being stretched out like a hammock The strain on your wrists hard to bear Some kind of table slides 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 pull at the heels of your shoes “Tonight there’ll be no more walking So, don’t worry, you’ve nothing to lose” Hands then pull at your leggings You’re being relieved of your slacks “We’re just making sure you are ready” As your thigh get a couple of smacks 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 voice coos, unnervingly sweet “Tonight, there’s no music for dancing But you’ll swing to an alternative beat.“ You feel some kind of hard stockings Being eased into place on your feet The warm liquid has furnished them slippery So your “socks” fit you tight, snug and neat “These are for when we suspend you When you’re naked and hung upside down Ready to meet your dance tutor Who will really whip you around.” Oh no! Those words weren’t expected A terrifying turn of events “But the deal 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 want a taste of the bull-whip To feel the warm glow of its kiss To dance to its hypnotic rhythm And come to welcome the sound of its hiss? His words make you writhe in a panic 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 good. But I’m sure he’ll be kind and extract your gag Before extracting your screams Your cavorting will cause the gang’s passions to rise You’ll be the red-hot girl of their dreams” Your mind is a maelstrom in meltdown Straight thinking now torn up in shreds It consumes and diverts your attention You don’t notice they’re spreading your legs Your “socks” have neat little eye-hooks The van has bars either side The tension is steadily building Tight ropes hold your legs open wide Then hands with intent of wrong-doing Pull down on the base of your thong You feel a hard foreign object Probing where it don’t belong Unable to stop its intrusion It relentlessly slides into place 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 vibrations are wholly consuming The waves coming fast and intense They break down your final resistance They breach your last line of defence In a haze of orgasmic deflection Which lasts for … you don’t know how long A sudden sharp pain 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 enjoy that,” he laughs “That’s for later, babe, not quite yet.” “I suppose you should know where we’re going” There’s a sinister tone to his voice “It’s to meet some sex-hungry convicts If you want to ….. Oh, sorry …… no choice” You feel a dull point slowly tracing Some definite lines on your skin “Don’t worry, it’s just an ink marker 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 make it quite plain But some of the thugs are illiterate So there’s arrows pointing this way and that To offer 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 rough hands on you Violation, degradation and sexual abuse 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 tight 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 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 stop 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 sneak up behind you and grab 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 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 escape I know you love your dark fancies But I hope non ever really take place >>>>>>>> Now, what of this 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 ensure that nothing is missing, Then remove her hood 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 eyes 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 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 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 foot there’s a wellington boot .…… I know she loves her dark fancies But not to let them bring her undone She knows I can write bawdy poems So I’ve gave her one ……. 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