Homeward Bound by Dafney Dewitt _____________________________________________ WARNING: Standard Disclaimer The following story is purely a work of fiction. It contains scenes of adult nature, so if you are under 18, stop reading now. This story contains scenes of non-consensual sexual behavior, rape, sodomy, bondage, bestiality, and incest. If you are offended by such activities, do not read any further. This is purely a fantasy. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is purely coincidental. The author is not responsible for any damage resulting from reading this work. Copyright 1996, by the author. All rights reserved. Any reproduction of this work outside the confines of the usenet news group, alt.sex.stories, without the explicit permission of the author is prohibited. ______________________________________________ Homeward Bound By Dafney C. Dewitt ________________________________________ A story about the power struggle between men and women where being able to choose is not the same as being free. Neither prison bars nor ropes make a prisoner. Freedom is more then choice, it is about control. When control is lost, freedom is gone. ________________________________________ He stared at her without speaking. She stared back. Her eyes broke away first. They fell to his crotch. "Do you think a man can be raped?" she asked. "Of course. In prison it happens all the time." "No, I don't mean that kind of rape." "What do you mean?" "Do you think a woman could rape a man?" "Maybe, I don't know." "Let's find out." Her fingers moved to his zipper. She squeezed his cock through his pants. His eyes blazed with anger. He fought against the ropes binding him to the chair. "Oh, you bad boy." "You bitch!" "Talking dirty turn you on?" "Let me go! You cunt!" "My, my" she said unzipping him. Her hand gently removed his flaccid cock. She tried pumping his penis with her hand, but it remained soft. He hated being restrained. Flexing his muscles against the ropes, he promised himself he would make her pay for this, but he would be careful. He vowed never to go back to prison. All his life, he had been in and out of jail. Prison was his home. They called him a 'lifer', but he would prove them wrong. This time, he was going to stay out for good. "Looks like you need some help." "Let me go and I'll fuck you." "Oh, I bet you would." "Why rape me if I cooperate?" "I want more then cooperation." "I'd fuck you good, baby." "But I want better then good." "What's better then a good fucking?" "I want you to worship me not just fuck me." She lowered her head sucking his cock into her mouth. He fought the sensation. The warm wet mouth sucking on the head of his cock was making him hard. He fought it. He closed his eyes tight and thought of beating the shit out of her. She would have to untie him. Once free, he would pound this bitch to a pulp. After 5 years in prison, he was not going to let a cunt tell him what to do. He knew she was smarter, but he was stronger. His cock slowly shrunk. She stopped sucking. "Looks like we'll have to try something else." He opened his eyes in fear. Maybe his old lady had changed while he was in stir. Maybe this was her revenge for all the beatings he had given her. As he thought of how he had abused her, fear began to replace his anger. What was she capable of doing to him? How far would she go? She noticed the frown on his brow. "Don't worry." "Why shouldn't I?" "Because all men like to watch." She stepped away from him. Her hands unbuttoned her blouse. She shrugged it off her shoulders. Her fingers touched the top of her bra. She peeled her bra down letting her tits pop out. He watched feeling himself growing hard. She moved toward him pushing her breasts into his face. Her nipple brushed over his closed lips. He closed his eyes. It did not help. He was hard. "What do we have here?" she asked poking at his errect cock with a red painted fingernail. "Oh, you naughty boy." she gave him a wide- eyed innocent smile of a little girl surprised at seeing her first hard dick. Gingerly, she took hold of his cock and slowly pumped it with her hand. "God damm you! You cunt!" "Kiss me, lover." She flicked her tongue over his lips. "I bet you'd like my mouth now." "Stay away from me, bitch!" She lowered he head onto his stiffened cock and made some slurpy sucking noises. She raised her head and spit on his cock. Grabbing his dripping cock with her hand and started pumping him again. "Looks like you're ready." "Why are you doing this?" "You know. I'm raping you." She pushed her hand beneath her dress and her panties dropped to her ankles. Lifting her feet, she removed the panties and rubbed them in his face. "Smell the pussy, big boy." "Don't do this." She rubbed the panties over his face "Smell the stinky cunt juice." He moved his head from side-to-side, but could not avoid the smell of the pink panties. They were lightly scented with perfume. Her fingers pushed them into his mouth. He spit them out resisting the urge to bite her fingers. If he hurt her, she might hurt him twice as bad. It would be better to wait. Once the ropes were gone, he would teach the bitch a lesson she would never forget. "No need to take off my dress." she whispered directly into his ear while straddling him. Her dress covered his legs. She stared at him. Looking directly in the eyes, she said "Now for my hot wet pussy." Grabbing ahold of his cock, she expertly guided it into her slick wet hole. She let it slide all the way in and sat there without moving. He was scared. This had gone too far. How would it end? He closed his eyes to keep her from seeing his fear. Grabbing his hair she pulled his head back until he was forced to look her in the face. "Now the game begins." "What game?" "You're going to count each time I fuck you." "What for?" "I want you to hold it in and cum at the count of fifty." "And if I don't?" "You will be punished in a way that you never imagined possible in your worst nightmares." She said this with a sweet smile that made his blood run cold. Rising up, she plunged down hard onto his stiff cock. "Count!" she hissed. "One." Her pussy rose and fell with a regular cadence onto his dick. It gripped his cockhead and sucked it into her body. His counting droned on. "Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen ......" Without warning she changed rythum, fucking him with deeper harder thrusts. To distract himself, he recalled how easily he had been blind sided. Fresh out of prison after doing a nickle for Assault I, he jumped his old lady at the first opportunity. She was not interested in sex so he beat on her. He was drunk. He passed out from the alcohol, and never got around to the sex. Dominating her, was as good as sex. "Thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two, three, four..." When he woke up, he was bound hand and foot. She had dragged him to a chair and tied him with ropes. Maybe, she had gone kinky on him. Was she a bondage freak? His breathing was growing ragged. Exhuasted from the strain of holding back his climax while counting and fucking at the same time. At thirty-nine, he begged her to slow down. "Hold it or I'll shoot my wad." She paused on the up stroke leaving his pulsating cock entirely outside of her pussy with only the very tip touching her cunt lips. With her teeth, she ripped open a condum wrapper, and plunged down hard on his cock. He felt the fire of his cock being engulfed again in her hot wet pussy. "Fourty-one, fourty-two, fourty-three...." At Fourty-seven, she stopped fucking him. She jumped off and slipped the condum over his cock and engulfed his cock with her mouth. He never counted to fourty-eight. Time was suspended. Lifting her mouth off his dick, she begged him. "Cum in my mouth" With a huge spurt, he let loose. He felt his cock spurting out its load. His penis deflated. It was over. She gently peeled back the condum careful not to spill any of his fluids. She swung the fluid filled condum from side-to-side in front of his face. Was she going to dump it on his face? Was she going to force him to swallow his own cum? "You'd better not even be thinking about dumping that on me, bitch." His waring sounded weak and hollow even to his own ears. "Waste not want not." "What's that suppose to mean?" "Where you sew your seed, there it will grow." "Have you turned into a religious freak?" "Oh, I'll help you get religion." "How will you do that?" He waited for her answer while she started untying his hands. He could care less what she answered. He would beat this bitch silly once he was free. "Oh, you'll worship me." "I will?" He turned his right wrist helping her loosen the ropes. He felt the blood rushing back into his hands. He felt her slipping his watch off his wrist. "Oh, my yes. I'll be your goddess." His hands were almost free. He could get loose now without her help, but his feet were still tightly bound. It would take another ten minutes just to get them undone. She took his comb out of his pocket. His hands were almost free. She backed away from him toward the door holding his comb, wristwatch and the used condum. "Hey, were are you going? "Sorry, but I've got to get rid of this stuff." He increased his efforts and threw the ropes off his hands just as she went out the door. "Hey, wait for me!" he yelled as the door shut in his face. The phone call came three days later. "Hello baby." "Where are you?" "Did you get the mail?" "No, not yet." "Well, go get the the letter I sent. I'll hold." He returned to the phone a short time later with an envelope. He tore it open. A used condum fell out and a newspaper clipping of some dead girl who had been found raped in the park. There was no letter. "OK, I got the letter." "Well, it was you dummy." "What was me?" "You raped the girl in the park." "Like fuck I did! What kinda game is this?" "It's three strikes your out, honey." "What are you saying?" "Do the math. Robbery, Assault and now Murder." "No one can prove I raped her." "It was your sperm up the dead girl's pussy." "I don't believe it." "Can you aford to risk it?" "If you did that, I'll kill you." "Kill me and the police will open my safety deposit box and find a letter implicating you in the murder." "No one will believe it. I was at home." "Physical evidence, your sperm, wristwatch, and comb put you at the murder scene" "I can't believe this." "If you ever hit me again, you'll believe it." "Tell me the truth." "Obey me or return to prison." She hung up. He stood listening to the buzz of the dial tone for several minutes before laying down the phone. He sat in a daze facing the door. The wait took forever. The apartment door opened. It was her. He had a decision to make. Every muscle in his body screamed. He wanted to beat the shit out of her. He wanted her to beg for mercy, but he wanted to stay out of prison. He had to make a choice. She turned to face him raising her dress up over her hips exposing a blond patch of pubic hair. She was not wearing panties. "Suck my pussy," she commanded him. He started walking toward her. "Get down on your hands and knees. Crawl." He could kill her now or later. She was less then eight feet away. He did not want to go back to prison. He needed time to think. He could play her game. The surprised look on her face when he jumped to his feet and strangled her would be worth the temporary humiliation. The journey on his knees gave him time to think. As he crawled toward her, his self-confidence sank. He realized there could only be one ending. If her blackmail was true, he was reduced to being her slave. If she was lying, he would kill her. Either way, he was homeward bound. ________________________________________ Author Note: If you liked this story, please send an E-Mail to the author, or look for other stories by Dafney Dewitt posted to Alt.Sex.Stories. Donna's Humiliation Bad Touching Ginsu Memories Morning Kisses Jazzercise Double Bang Bosnian Babes In Rapeland Spare Change A Long Walk Double Intensity Disrobing Mother Just A Bad Day Insurance Exam A Call For Help _________________________________________