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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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