The works by mickdabloon

This is a compilation of works I have started or written an ending for but I’ve never finished. I hope to one day finish or start them but until then here are some chapters in my collection which are sort of just sitting on my iPad. All these stories are fiction but the characters are all people I know. Emma and Rachel have been my best friends and neighbours since I was thirteen and now they are the stars of a porn story I wrote not that they know, Zoe is a girl I met on a uni course two years ago, had a one night stand with her, Issey is a friend from uni and Rosie is Alex’s hot sister who is sizzlin in leather lingerie with stockings. Ivan is based on a guy I know who boxes for our uni and is bloody good too, he’s ripped but not in an un appealing way, I mean he’s got the perfect body of a man who hits people for a living. He’s currently living with me and Alex in our accommodation because he lived in his car before so as payment he gets to be in a porn story as well as staying out when me and Alex are shagging. Enjoy people’s.1. Issey is undone (Rachel’s bitch series:

Issey lay on the table looking away from her captors, she felt ashamed and embarrassed about what had just happened.

Emma looked down at her friends body, have I really just done this? She thought. Taken her friends virginity like her sister took hers? This wasn’t right, it couldn’t be. “Emma, you know what comes next, go on, get going.” Emma did up her blouse and zipped up her skirt. She removed the dildo and panties from under her skirt and walked out. She thought she knew what was coming, she thought Rachel was going to put Issey under, then tattoo her pussy. She had no idea how wrong she was.

Rachel looked down at her prey, a glint of something new shining in her eye. “Now what?” Issey managed to mutter under her breath. “Well, I got good news and bad news Issey, good news is you’ve been deflowered and that’s the end of your sexual torture, bad news is I didn’t take your virginity.” Issey looked at her captor, worry now filled her thoughts. She gulped back some saliva. “What’s that got to do with anything?” Issey asked cautiously. “Well you’re not mine and I don’t want or need you, so you could go to the cops and tell them all about this. I can’t let that happen.” Issey was terrified now, something was coming and it wasn’t good. She struggled against her bonds but the way she was tied to the table meant she only had millimetres to move.

Rachel reached into her back and clasped her new tool. She slowly drew it from the bag for Issey to see. In Rachel’s hand was a smallish kitchen knife. She gently ran the blade along one of her fingers, closing her eyes and gasping with pleasure as she did so, just resting the knife on her fingertip drew blood and she made sure Issey could see that. Rachel stood and moved to the top of the table where Issey’s wrists were bound. “Now this may sting a little but don’t worry, it’ll all be over soon.”

Issey started sobbing, she didn’t know what Rachel was gonna do but she had a knife and she was crazy. She felt a coolness on her wrist and she looked up as a stinging started. Rachel had run the blade along the underside of her wrist and now she was bleeding direct from her vein.

Rachel brought the knife to Issey’s bound wrist and gently pressed the blade into her flesh. She felt the blade sear through Issey’s arteries. That’s all she wanted. Rachel moved back to her chair to enjoy the show.

Issey didn’t want to die, not while she was young, not after being raped by a rape victim, and certainly not at the hands of a pimp. She looked at the clock. Ten minutes?! Ten minutes had gone since she’d been cut, she couldn’t feel her arm anymore and she was feeling a little sick, she tried kicking and lashing again but to no avail. She looked at the clock again, 5 more?! Time was moving to quickly. Already she could feel the life seeping from her. she felt the temperature dropping rapidly as her breath quickened, she tried screaming but no noise came. She tried moving but her muscles didn’t respond, she tried looking for the clock again, but the world was black, she listened for life and heard Rachel scream in ecstasy…

Rachel watched as her next victim kicked and writhed as they tried to defy destiny. Issey’s blood was now all over the table underneath the girl and all over the floor. She was desperately clinging on to life, she didn’t want to die here, obviously she didn’t want to die full stop. She could see the blood pulsing out of her wrist at quite a quick pace, her hair was soaked in it as was her back. Her back was now arching up in her efforts to escape death, she was gagging and choking on air and still she writhed but it wasn’t working. Issey began a choking sobbing s she realised this was it. Rachel however was extremely turned on by the thought of Issey slowly dyeing in front of her. She must be nearly gone she thought. Rachel orgasmed one last time then stood up, straightened her uniform and walked over to Issey, the poor girl stared lifelessly at her. “Night night” Rachel said as Issey’s eyes glazed over. No one would be in school til Monday so when they find her, her body may be a bit smelly but her parents won’t care. They just lost their daughter. They’ll be looking for some middle aged pervert who raped their daughter in a school. Not two twins who had a submissive and dominant relationship. It’s a good life thought Rachel as she licked her juices off her fingers.

2. Rosie’s rape (new series or knew off…not sure yet):

Characters:
Rosie
Breast size: 32C
Height: 5’4
Hair colour: dark blonde
Eye colour: brown

Ivan
Height: 6’2
Hair colour: ginger
Eye colour: blue
Penis size: 1.5 inch diameter
8 inch long

Rosie walked down the empty street. It was the middle of winter and it was dark for the time of day. Snow had fallen during the day so with every step came a soft crunch as her foot sank into the thick layer of white joy.

She had been out shopping with her friends the whole day, at different points some splintered off and headed home leaving Rosie all by her lonesome. She thought about one last shop stop at a lingerie store. For fourteen she was well developed and felt it was time to get some new underwear. Maybe something a little revealing. She wasn’t into flashing guys like some girls her age but she was turned on by small thoughts. She once went to school with no panties on beneath her skirt and she was aroused at the mere thought that if she uncrossed her legs anyone would be able to see her pussy, at one point she thought it would be a thrill to get caught.
In the end she ended up going to the girls toilets and masturbated for a little while.

Back to the street now as Rosie walks along under the amber glow of the street lights, each one painting the brilliant white ground a sunset orange. Rosie pulled her leather jacket closed as a cold breeze started up.

‘Thump’ there was a slight noise and Rosie lifted her head to look around. No one was in the street. She continued on. ‘Thump’ there it was again, she was sure she heard a noise. She looked around once more at the street and saw nothing, nothing except a small hole in the snow. She trudged over to it every step delivering a satisfying crunch. She reached the small hole in the snow and looked down. Something small was at the base. She crouched down and reached out her hand.

Ivan stood in the alleyway, he’d been standing there all day. He watched as the world passed by never noticing, never taking a second glance. Ivan never saw the world full of people though, he only saw targets, hits, contracts. The three terms of his occupation. He was a hitman, plain and simple, he was hired to kill and so he killed. But like all men Ivan had the urge he couldn’t fight, the one war men lose, he had the urge to stick his prick in some pretty thing and then disappear.

He was done for the day surveying the area for his next hit, some bloke in his forties was standing in the way of another corporate bloke in his forties and so his life has to be cut short a few years so they need a middle man. Ivan. But as said, Ivan was done surveying and was off to find a hooker, before he left however he noticed the first person he’d seen in over an hour.

There she was a little stunner, a girl, age probably fifteen to sixteen, height approximately five foot four inches, hair colour dark blonde almost brunette above shoulder length looks to be based on a 1920’s hairstyle, eye colour unknown, breast size excluding outer layers at least 34c. Clothing wise, short skirt red in colour, black tights, black leather boots, black leather jacket, red jumper, most likely a t-shirt underneath, underwear unknown.

This was going to be easy, Ivan planned out in his head what he was going to do. What took him a blink of an eye took government agencies hours to calculate. First identify targets field of view. Looking low avoiding the breeze and possibly any shady characters in the area, hunched shoulders restrict reaction time to look around. Moving briskly so head movements will be swift and indecisive. Speed, moving at a brisk speed, easy to match with a fast walk, she’s taking high steps to walk through the snow. Movement will be limited if she slows down or speeds up. Upright posture excluding hunched shoulders to support balance. Distance, approximately twenty metres, solution provide distraction, halve distance, stop the targets movement, restrict vision and then silence.

Ivan picked up two stones, a natural human reaction shows that at first glance a human would move on rather than investigate, if a situation repeats however a human will investigate. Ivan could prove this theory a thousand ways but all he needed to do was throw. He threw the first stone and it landed five metres from the girl. She quickly turned to look then moved on in less than a second. Ivan raised his arm and threw the second stone ten metres from himself and it landed perfectly between him and the girl.