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One Day	By : rustycretin Category: M through R > Neighbours Views: 1534 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: One Day
E-mail: rustycretin@hotmail.com
Author: Cretin
Fandom: Neighbours.
Summary: N/C. Bill Hails / Ruth Wilkinson. Ruth suffers at the hands of her husband. Before Ruth appears in Ramsay Street ~ approx early 1996.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. If I did, I'd be making money out of them. I'm skint. Do the math. Grundy owns these and FremantleMedia.
Rating: NC-17 for sexual content and violence. Contains rape.
Notes: #~~~#~~enotenotes time lapse.
He held her down and pain seeped through her arms as if two separate bullets had thundered into her wrists. He slid his right thumb across the bone at the base of her hand and grinned at the ugly thumbprint he left in his wake.
She didn't scream. She daren't. She refused to whimper. Wouldn't give him the satisfaction.
He lowered his head as if to kiss her but she knew that this wouldn't be the case. Never was. Not now.
"Do you want it?" he whispered hoarsely.
#~~~#~~~#
"What should I say to him?" Lance's face was streaked with mud and blood was starting to congeal on his knees.
"Just try and explain," she replied, stroking his forehead tenderly.
Lance left the room and she heard the television being turned on in the living room, the clunk of the VCR and she knew if she stayed close to the door for any longer, she'd hear the opening credits of Star Trek roll. She couldn't afford herself the luxury of observing her son watching his favourite programme though; she had the more pressing problem of how to fix his rollerblades before his father arrived home.
#~~~#~~~#
She'd never thought of her husband as ugly. Rather dashing, actually, with his neatly combed dark hair and twinkling eyes. She'd thought the world of him. But she'd always regretted the moment she'd slept with him for the first time.
He removed his hands from her wrists and sat bolt upright, no longer leaning over her, head now far away from hers. He slowly undid the top few buttons of his shirt, pulled the flimsy material over his frame and dropped it at the side of the bed. Not breaking eye contact with his wife, who was lying face up on the bed, he lowered his hands to his belt and gently pulled at the buckle.
She half closed her eyes, not wishing to watch the torture that was going on before her. If he got her in the bedroom, he always did this. Always dragged the act out. If he was going to rape her, she wished he'd just get on with it. She tried not to smirk at the thought. "If" There was no "if" about it. She knew, as well as he did, that within minutes his cock would be pounding into her and there was little she could do about it.
#~~~#~~~#
"You've done what?!" he yelled, face flooding with colour.
Lance's bottom lip trembled as he tried to keep himself from crying. "I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it," he said, clutching the broken wheel.
"Not meaning it isn't good enough, Lance," his father muttered, ripping the wheel out of his son's hand. "If you can't look after it, you can't keep it," he shouted as he launched the wheel out of the back door. Ruth winced as she heard the wheel smash against the shed outside.
"Bill," she interjected.
"Shut up," he hissed. Ruth took in her son's frightened expression.
"Bill," she repeated with more force. "Just leave it, eh?"
Bill looked at his son and swallowed. "No harm done, son," he said, attempting to smile. "Now you run along and don't do it again." Lance didn't need telling twice and he scarpered as quickly as he could run, fearfully looking behind him every few metres, checking to see if his father's temper had flared up again and he'd started to follow him.
"You always protect him," Bill ranted, throwing his jacket on the table.
"Someone has to," Ruth threw back.
"Is this what this is? Are you trying to turn him against me?" he spat.
"You don't need any help in that department."
Ruth stepped back to balance herself and grabbed her temple with her hand. "You always push it, don't you?" Bill said, rubbing his fist. He picked his jacket up off the table. "I'm going out for dinner. I can't stand to look at you," he sneered. "Can't guarantee how I'll feel later though. Maybe the black eye will make you look more appealing." Bill grinned broadly as he walked out of the back dooravinaving his wife clutching her head in the vain hope that it would stem the firey pain that was raging across her face.
#~~~#~~~#
He squeezed his legs against his wife's as he fondled his penis, ensuring that she knew who was in charge. He let his fingers linger on his throbbing skin as he stared at his wife. "Where?" he asked.
She stared at him before eventually speaking, not daring to maintain her silence further. "Where what?" she replied, despite knowing the answer, having heard the question many times.
"Don't act coy," he laughed, pulling at his foreskin. He reached for his wife's left hand and placed it on his cock. "Play with me," he said, deliberately fondling her wedding ring before letting his hand go.
She half heartedly stroked him, glad that he'd not made her answer, not made her choose. She slid her hand back up him, holding onto the thought that the sooner he came, the quicker it was over.
"You can do better than that," he snapped, placing his hand over hers, forcefully guiding her slim fingers along his length. "You always used to be good at handjobs." He paused to take in his wife's expression. "Or was that blowjobs? That's the problem with middle age," he said. "You forget stuff really easily. Have to say, I'm not that impressed with your technique...." He shifted his weight slightly and made as if to remove Ruth's hand. "So I guess there's only one way of finding out which one you were better at."
Realising what Bill was about to make her do, Ruth started to pump her hand up and down the length of her husband's cock. Pacified by her actions, Bill closed his eyes and smiled, determined to enjoy the moment.
Ruth sighed inwardly as she encircled his cock, thumb passing over the coating of pre cum which sat on the tip. She knew the ordeal could ta wha while as over the years, Bill had become quite proficient in holding off his ejaculation, something which she used to be glad of. Quite the epitome of "be careful what you wish for", she mused.
Unexpectedly, Bill moved away from Ruth's hand, despite his penis being more than accepting of the attention it had been receiving. Taking in Ruth's look of puzzlement, he knocked a wisp of hair away from her bruising eye, removing the stark contrast of blonde on blue. Moving down her body, he made light work of her blouse, opening it up to expose her chest to him. Slipping a hand behind her back, he deftly undid her bra, slid it up her arms and dropped it down the side of the bed. He turned his attention to her naked chest and started to knead her left breast with his right hand as he started to undo her jeans with his left.
Ruth mumbled gently in protest as she felt him reach the elastic of her pants, prompting Bill to roll his fingers across her nipple. Reluctantly, he let go of her breast and lifted his weight from her, enabling him to drag her jeans off her legs. He settled back on top of her and tugged at her pants, pulling them down to mid thigh.
"Take them off," Ruth said, her expression pained. It was bad enough him doing this to her but somehow, the fact that he couldn't be bothered to take her clothing all the way off troubled her.
He ignored her request, turning his attention to the newly exposed flesh before him. He placed his hand across her front, thumb stroking her clit, index finger prodding at her opening. She knew what he was doing. Every once in a while, he'd make sure she was satisfied, almost pretend that they were a couple again. She wasn't sure what was worse: when he made her cum and later feeling sick for having natural instincts like wanting her husband or when he took her by surprise, purely for the feeling of power, wanting her to feel degraded. His refusal to remove her pants had made her suspect that this was going to be one of those situations, albeit in a better setting than usual. Not caught as she was leaning down to sort out the washing, finding herself pressed up against the machine, roughly taken from behind, unable to make a noise as she knew the kids were sitting in the next room eating their tea. The slick sensation she could feel emitting from her body told her he was definitely trying to gain a reaction out of her - evidently, he'd decided to middle of the road it. Not full on degradation but just enough to let her know that this was how it was going to be. No closing her eyes and pretending that it was still romance and flowers, pretending that it'd be all right in the morning, pretending tthe the events of earlier were just a bad dream. Only godknows how many times she'd done that over the past few years.
As he replaced his finger with his throbbing cock, Ruth's mind went onto autopilot. She remembered the first time she'd slept with him - in his parent's bed whilst they were off at a conference. She hadn't been a virgin, not by a long shot. She'd given birth three years before to a gorgeous baby boy. She'd given him up for adoption, couldn't cope with him, couldn't cope with the stigma. She wasn't sure which it was. And then it happened again. This time her parents weren't as forgiving. She'd married Bill in an attempt to justify herself, proving that sleeping with him was the right decision. She kept the kids - twins this time - although the amount they'd beet tht through, the amount she'd had to protect them from, she couldn't help but wonder if it would've been fairer to put them through adoption as well. Selfish, perhaps, but she was glad she hadn't. They were the only thing that kept her sane, kept her going, kept her trying to find a way out.
Bill thrust in and out of Ruth with increasing speed, his cock at such an angle that it hit her clit each time he entered her. Despite herself, she felt her breathing become laboured and her body arching up to meet his. Bill groaned as he pumped his release into his wife. He ran a hand through his damp hair and rolled off Ruth to lie next to her. He moved to place his arms around her but she shrugged him off.
"Don't Bill."
For the first time that night, Bill complied with Ruth's wishes. She kicked her pants off her legs and lay unnaturally still. She wanted to go and wash, rid herself of the contamination of her husbato cto cleanse her body of his intrusion but she was uncomfortably aware of her naked state. Somehow it seemed worse for him to see her naked afterwards. During, she couldn't do anything about but what little shred of dignity she could muster back from the experience, she would.
She lay, leg hooked so as not to lie in the wet patch until she was sure that Bill's regularised breathing wasn't an act and then she slid out from beneath the bedclothes. In the bathroohe she stood and looked in the mirror, hardly recognising herself under the purple formation lingering over her eye. As she set about cleaning herself up, she vowed that this wouldn't continue. One day, she'd get the better of him. One day, she'd leave him. One day, she'd be free.
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