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Archive name: alfie.txt (MF, rp, v)
Authors name: Cindy (my10acup@hotmail.com)
Story title : Alfie Pommie Rapist Bastard

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Alfie Pommie Rapist Bastard (MF, rp)
By Cindy (my10acup@hotmail.com)

***

A true story, a sad one, if you want way out fantasy, 
look elsewhere, this is facts, Alfie, may you die slowly, 
painfully.... What would the world be like if the truth 
were really told? How many of these NC stories are based 
on anything close to truth?

This is the truth, and Alfie, well his name is Alfie, and 
he did run a driving school before he went back to 
England. May his deeds be repaid to him a thousand fold.

She was not having the best of times. From the time of 
her first period, she bled, three weeks out of four. She 
would sit in the bathtub bleeding, watching her blood 
running down the drain, in the truest sense of the word. 

After four years of sitting in the tub, trips to the 
hospital for Pethadine shots to cope with the pain in her 
belly, finally a Doctor listened, and ordered an ultra 
sound. He found massive tumor, actually a womb full of 
them, and ordered a radical hysterectomy. She was only 
19, a virgin, never even had a boyfriend, now she'd lost 
her chance to have children.

The Doctors took special care to leave her hymen intact, 
a girl who suffered this much trauma should at least have 
that, they thought

Some time later she attended her sisters wedding, and 
danced for hours with a handsome cousin, feeling the 
first stirrings of romance.

She learned about God, and followed this course for her 
life. 

When she turned 21, and her parents decided to give her 
some measure of independence, and let her have her 
driver's license. They called on an old drinking mate of 
her fathers who ran a driving school. (Her father was a 
great drinker - he drank their farm into bankruptcy then 
he drank her mothers cafe away to. Now he was drinking 
their pensions, and being the average wife bashing 
violent drunk husband.)

The man's name was Alfie. Unknown to her, he had an axe 
to grind with her father, he held a grudge from a drunken 
argument they'd had. Neither one of the men couldn't even 
remember what the cause was, but Alfie knew he owed the 
bastard one.

Alfie was a gentle man to her, he took the girl for 
lessons twice a week, every week for a month. He liked 
her looks, the innocence of her, and the absolute trust 
she put in him. He was a friend, and he was helping her 
to gain her freedom.

He arranged the driving examination, she thought she'd 
performed well. He took her straight home afterwards, and 
told her she that she would find out her results the next 
day. 

Alfie rang that evening, and explained that she had 
virtually passed the test, but had one more minor test to 
do, she had to do a night driving test. If she passed, 
she would get her license straight away that same night.

Her mother took the call, she thought it strange that she 
needed a night driving test, she had never heard of such 
a thing before. But Alfie was a friend of the family, and 
he was the driving instructor, he would know about such 
things.

She sang out to her daughter, to get ready, she had 
another test to do.

The girl slipped into a pair of jeans, and a t-shirt, 
baggy enough to hide her small breasts. She always 
dressed modestly, she'd learned that from her bible 
lessons, and she lived by them. 

An hour later Alfie pulled up at the front of the house 
and beeped the horn. She ran down the path and got into 
the open passenger door and closed it gently. She was 
exited, just a few more minutes and she would have her 
driver's license. 

Instead of driving into town as she had expected, they 
drove into the country, into a deserted area.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"Don't worry, I'll look after you, you know what this is 
about?"

"Yes, it's a driving test, but where are we going?"

Alfie pulled the car up hard, slamming her forward into 
the seat belt. She looked at him, very worried suddenly, 
"What's wrong?"

"You know what's up," he said harshly, "Don't play stupid 
with me." He reached over and roughly grabbed at her 
small breasts. "I'm going to give you a road test, if you 
don't put out, you don't get your license."

"What do you mean?" she was worried now, he shouldn't be 
touching her like this, that was wrong, he had changed, 
now he wasn't the gentleman he'd been before. "Don't do 
that, stop touching me!" She was crying now, this was 
humiliating, shameful.

"You're going to let me do what I want, and then, when I 
am finished with you, you get your drivers license. If 
you go home without it, you know your Dad is going to 
flog you, then he's probably going to flog your Mum too, 
the drunken bastard."

"This isn't fair, you can't do this to me, I don't want 
it!"

He was lifting her shirt now, sliding his hand over her 
bra-encased breasts. He unbuttoned her Jeans with one 
hand, pulling down her zipper. He slid his hand inside.

"STOP IT!" she screamed, "You're supposed to be my dad's 
friend, you can't do this!" She pushed his hands away. 
But as soon as she moved one, the other was groping her 
again. "I thought you liked me, but you don't, do you!" 
She struggled with his hands.

He started to kiss her. "You want this, don't fight it," 
he said in a husky voice. He reached over pulled the 
release on her seat. It immediately laid back nearly flat 
with the young girl still struggling in the man's grip.

He unhooked the seat belt, one hand released his belt 
buckle and then his trousers, pulling them half way to 
his knees, all the while holding the girl in his iron 
grip.

Then he grabbed her small hand and placed it on his half 
hard cock. It's the first time in her life she had ever 
touched a male organ. She pulled her hand back in shock. 
"No I don't want this. It's wrong, God doesn't want you 
to do this!"
 
"BITCH!" He slapped her face. It stung making her gasp. 
He looked at her; her small breasts now exposed, her bra 
pulled down, her jeans open, her little girl cotton 
panties visible, an angry red scar from her operation. He 
slapped her on the scar. She grunted in pain, a pain that 
ripped across her gut.
 
"I'll fix you proper if you don't keep still," he growled 
menacingly.

She stopped struggling, looking at him with fear in her 
young eyes.

He grabbed the material of her jeans and tugged them 
down; her panties too as far as her ankles. He grabbed 
her knees and lifted them, till her ankles hit her 
buttocks, then he cruelly forced her knees apart. She was 
helpless, unable to fight this big man.
 
Exposed now, she lost all will to fight, she was crying, 
her eyes shut tight.

He started to rub his cock again. "Make it hard bitch, 
make it hard, so I can fuck you real good."

She reached over, fear and revolution written all over 
her young face and gripped his cock as if it were a 
snake. She doesn't move her hand, but he gets hard 
anyway.
 
"OK bitch, now you get it. You know you want it, it's the 
only way you're gonna get your license." He climbed 
between her legs and forced himself into her dry vagina.

She cried out in pain and fear as he forced himself in 
further, deeper. Then a tearing pain, and the familiar 
smell, of blood, her blood.
 
The big man tried to hump her, but she was too tight, too 
dry. It hurts him as well. She's not quite crying, not 
quite screaming, each breath is a high-pitched groan. His 
cock goes limp, he can't finish, but he did break her 
hymen, good enough, he thought to himself.

He pulls out, looking down between them. "You little 
bitch, you bled on my seat covers!" He slaps her again. 
"Get your clothes on, you're going home."

Sobbing but relieved he is out of her, she pulled her 
clothes back into place, and curled into a ball on the 
reclined seat back.

"You tell anyone what happened and I'll do this to your 
Mother, and your sister, after your Dad flogs you for 
being a slut." She can't speak all she can do is nod and 
look at him with big scared eyes.

They arrive at her front door, he passes her a piece of 
paper, "Here, this is your interim license, your plastic 
one will come in the mail. You passed everything this 
morning.

She took the offered paper, and got out of the car and 
ran inside her house. She ran upstairs, passing her 
mother and father, and locked herself in the bathroom. 

Alfie walks casually up to the front door, greets the 
family, and her father offers him a beer. They sit down 
and the two of men have a bit of a talk, about the 
weather, the footy, and generally shoot the breeze. 

Her Mum follows her daughter up to the bathroom, and has 
the door slammed in her face.

"What's wrong honey? she asked.

"Nothing, nothing, leave me alone."

"You were very rude to Alfie honey, you aught to come 
down and apologize to him."

"I can't, I'm-- I'm sick, I just can't!"

"OK, but you'll have to when he comes over again."

The next few days passed with her in a state of withdrawn 
depression, unexplained to her parents. A girl who just 
achieved her license, passing with flying colours, even 
the unusual night driving test. She should have been 
jumping for joy. But was locked in her bedroom, a teary 
mess.

The days turn into weeks, then months. Finally her 
parents take her to see doctor after doctor. She has to 
spend time in a "Home for disturbed people." Her parents 
have her committed.
 
Slowly she starts to put her life back together, and even 
begins to drive the car with someone, always with someone 
else. She goes shopping, to the movies, always with 
others, in case of ... what, well she never said what, 
just in case.

Alfie noticed that the girl was getting around again, and 
he noticed that her father hadn't twigged what had 
happened. He hadn't had the guts to visit their house 
after that night, afraid what would happen if he did. Her 
father was a violent man when provoked.

He came for a visit on pension night, Alfie knew that the 
womenfolk would be out, all night, their father was too 
unpredictable when he was drinking. Alfie waited until 
ten o'clock, to give him time to get properly drunk. He 
didn't knock, he walked in and found her father drunk on 
the lounge, staring at the TV.

"Hey!" Alfie sand out.

"Hi, come on in, grab a beer, there should be a few 
left," is the cheerfully drunk reply.

"Don't mind if I do," Alfie heads for the fridge, grabs a 
can and cracks it open, "Do you remember that fight we 
had, a couple years ago, up there at North Hampton?"

"Yeah, sure do, we flogged each other silly, that's when 
I broke your nose isn't it?" they both laughed. "Why do 
you bring that up?" he asked Alfie, after a few seconds 
of thought.

"It ain't no good getting even, if you don't know about 
it," Alfie said, a false joking tone in his voice.

The girl's father was sitting up now, squinting across 
the room at Alfie. He is leaning in the doorway, taking a 
pull at his can of beer, "I screwed your daughter, but 
you know that don't ya?"

Her father sits up now, "WH-- WHAT?" he bellows. "You Did 
WHAT to HER?"
The full impact of what he'd said filtering through the 
boozy fog in his head.

"She didn't want it, she kept saying something about god 
not wanting me to do it and stuff, but I did it to her 
anyway. Did you know she was a virgin?"

He said all this casually as if stating the weather 
forecast. "She's got this neat scar across her belly, 
just at her panty line, and she's got the cutest ginger 
bush, shame she bled so much. The little bitch made a 
stain on the car seat. Did you really believe that there 
was a real night driving test? You're so stupid. You gave 
her to me mate, and she was a great fuck too," he lied.

Her father stood up, the only thought in his head now was 
to kill this man, his mate; gentle old Alfie, a man he'd 
trusted to have in his house with his wife, and 
daughters, Alfie must die.

He started across the room, then grabbed his chest as a 
massive pain like a cramp only 100 times worse grabbed 
his chest, shooting into his left arm. He fell to his 
knees, holding his chest.

"Too much for you old fella?" Alfie asked. He stood up 
straight now, and walked toward the stricken man. Alfie 
lifted him like a baby, and carried him to the master 
bedroom, laying him gently on the bed.

"You're having a heart attack, I came to flog you, while 
you were pissed, but this is better, you are going to 
die. You do know that, don't you?"

"Get ...get help...ambulance...please," her father 
gasped.

"You know, I'm going to like this, this room, I'm going 
to do your wife, your daughters, all of them, all here, 
in your bed." Alfie talked away, describing how he had 
raped the girl, what he was going to do to his wife, his 
other daughters, and just before her father gasped his 
last, he told him why he was doing it. 'You asked for it, 
and now you got it." Were the last words her father 
heard.

Alfie left, leaving the door open.

+_+

Time goes on, the family coped with the loss of their 
provider, their father and husband. Her sister's 
marriages broke up, they got new boyfriends. She 
despaired of ever meeting anyone for herself. Life 
trudged on...

Then one day a new face came into her church. She knew 
him from years before. He liked her, they went out, and 
in time they were marry.

On their wedding night, terrified she would be found out 
not to be a virgin, she told her new husband that her 
hymen was broken by the doctor who had operated on her.

They have a fair life, he loves her dearly, he lives for 
her. But she is haunted by her lie, and her secret.

Years go by and one day he comes home from work, she is 
laying on the bed, breathing softly, asleep. Her sleeping 
pills are on the cabinet next to the bed, a half full 
glass of water next to them. Laying on the cabinet is an 
envelope with his name on it. 

He opens it, and reads, "My darling, I love you, but my 
life has been a lie. I can't go on, it's too much for me 
to bear. 

Years ago, a man called Alfie...

He reads the letter, the pieces fall into place, her 
nightmares her hang-ups, her irrational fears, her 
awakening screaming, her depression fits, her jealous 
fits and irrational behaviour. It all fits, a life 
brutalized, stolen, by the bastard called Alfie. 

He drops the letter, grasps her shoulder, and shakes her 
gently, "Darling, wake up, its OK I love you no 
matter...." she breathes deeply, her chest rising, she 
holds the breath, then her chest falls, and she doesn't 
breathe in again.

Two lives now taken by that pommie bastard Alfie.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. 

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