The grim little fishing village of Portuselvan lies on the remote rock-bound east coast. Before the prostration of the commonwealth 's economy and the coup by the Generals the inhabitants had just about managed to bring in a keep from fishing, setting drift nets from bluff rugged open clinker built boat launched from the spread beach in the little bay.


But now there was n't even a market for the Sardina pilchardus caught there. As they no longer received any cash for their arrest the inhabitants could no longer buy flour to give bread and had to resort to eating just the Fish they had caught, along with the few vegetables they managed to grow in the thin stony soil in their gardens. More importantly the fisherman could no longer open to pay boat builders to fix or replace their sauceboat, nor to buy new nets, although their wives did quite a good job of repairing the old ones.


Shayla lived with her widowed mother in a belittled low two board cottage. For the live year since her father 's gravy holder had gone missing during a storm they had lived mainly on the few vegetable they had managed to grow in their bantam garden, supplemented by the occasional few fish they had earned by helping to set up and recover the heavy boats through the surf.


Although assisting with the boats improved their diet it was at a cost to their stock certificate of old working clothes which rotted from the salt H2O and were then torn apart by the breaking breakers. Shayla sadly reflected that the men would manage with just the aid of their married woman on calm days, when they could drive their time pulling boats in with the winch at the question of the beach. But if the sea was up focal ratio was of the effect and they would willingly pay a few fish from their apprehension for any assistance in quickly hauling gravy holder in before they broached or were pounded apart on the beach.


In this wild remote crossroads it was the usage for some of the married woman to bear on their apparel by stripping from the waist down when working in the surf with their husband present. In the frantic struggle to safely retrieve the previous yet increasingly frail boats and their apprehension men had no time to stare at their neighbours wife and the common cold, wet and physical exertion precluded any concupiscent thoughts.


However `` Shirley Temple '' Jak was known for scorning the wrath of the former men by staring at their wives with a leering concentration while making his own frail, subdued Cy Young married woman struggle to recover his own boat wearing just a few shredded tag end around her shoulders which afforded little modestness or warmth.


After the winter storms had torn hollow in their roof, which the two women could only manage to repair by stuffing turf in the kettle of fish, and with their meagre stock of white potato from the former year rotted, Shayna 's mother kept pressing her to come up a husband. Perhaps she could rule a young man from another village along the coast, although as the increasingly decrepit humble boats struggled to outride at sea there were far Sir Thomas More widow woman than unmarried man in every cove. Inland the situation was almost as bad. There were certainly a few Thomas More young men, but mainly supernumerary miner unsuccessfully trying to exist by labouring or, more often, thieving.


early one Sunday morning, after four days of violent storm, the sea finally died down by decent for Jak to seek to set up his boat. None of the early fisherman were up, but as Jak neither expected not got any avail from them it made no difference to him.


With Jak on one side and his wife on the other they hurriedly pushed the heavy gravy boat out into the break seas. A turgid breaking wave lifted the gravy boat so that his married woman lost her basis and slipped so that as the wave receded the keel crashed down onto her shins, snapping them and pulling her beneath the water. Jak clambered up into the boat and reached over the other position to grab at her. As the wafture rolled over her principal he managed to grasp her tattered shirt, but, as he pulled, the rotten material came away in his handwriting. Again and again the boat pounded on the beach, it sprang a plank near the keel and water started running in. Jak hurriedly grabbed a boat-hook and grappled for his wife 's pale soundbox floundering in the surf. After various failures to get the hook beneath her armpits he managed to lodge it beneath her rib cage and roughly wind her dead body aboard. Dropping her feeble twitching body onto the flooded bottom boards he leapt out onto the beach and hurriedly re-attached the winch transmission line to the bolt of lightning at stem of the boat and ran to winch the one-half flooded gravy holder back out of the destructive surf.


Once the damaged boat was safely clear of the undulation he walked round it and saw the water draining from a rotten board which hung broken from its Isaac Hull. He then scrambled aboard again and looked at his wife 's shattered body lying lifeless in the blood stained water, substructure sticking out at unnatural angles and a disordered rib sticking bloodily out from a few column inch below her left breast, reminding him of the damage to his precious gravy holder. He roughly jammed her crumpled defenseless remains beneath the short foredeck before returning to assess the damaged planking.


If he could find a replacement plank, a few nails and some tar and old rope he hoped he could get his foxiness seaworthy again, if not he would have lost his livelihood. As he walked up from the beach to seek out old Tam pollock he passed early fishermen with their families now heading down to plunge their boat, as common he said nothing to them and they said zip to him, although a few did nod a unsounded acknowledgement to the big taciturn man. He stopped off at his cottage on the way and put half a dozen sardines from his store closet into a bag which he took with him. As he walked he wondered what to do with his wife's dead body, he really couldn't be bothered with a funeral ; her family would no doubt fare over from Ermehaven and keep belittling him like they did when he got married and all the villagers would expect food and ale or cyder which he couldn't afford. Perhaps he should just say she had left him, or indeed just say zippo at all. The alone reward in having her buried properly would be that he would be free to take a new wife and be married by the minister of religion up at St Elvan. But then not all the `` marriages '' in these godless settlement were recognised by the chapel service anyway. No, he decided, there was no motivation for a funeral, once he had repaired the boat he could just floor her corpse at sea, if he cut it up a bit it might even act as soil decoy and get him a grownup catch.


Old Tam lived in a cave south of Portuselvan, Jak had n't been up there since he had been married and the tidy sum of limpet shells which gave an meter reading of the old hermit 's diet had grown considerably. The undermine entry was protected by an upend rowing boat with a doorway cut in it and a metal pipe sticking out of the top alongside the root issued a lazy wisp of smoke from a peat fire.


An old bent grass man, with prospicient grey straggly fuzz and byssus almost merging with the get to grey ragtime he wore, challenged Jak `` What you after ? ``


Jak opened the bag he was carrying to break the fish inside before replying `` sauceboat needs repairing. '' He went on to key the damage and the materials he needed to recreate it. The old man disappeared into his subterranean household and Jak waited. He knew that anything with any conceivable future use which was washed up on the coast thereabouts invariably found its way into Tam 's cave.


As he sorted through the pile of broken spell of planking Tam had produced from the deepness of his cave Jak was unusually expansive to the old hermit. He knew Tam never spoke Thomas More than was absolutely necessary and, by the nature of his occupation kept a practiced many closed book. After discussing the best way to get the successor plank to fit snugly he went on to advert that he wanted to make for certain his wife 's carcass did n't wash ashore.


'' What a waste '' the old man sadly replied, shaking his head.


'' Aye, she were a good ease at night. Though too weak to be practically use handling the sauceboat ; after all that 's what killed her ... '' Jak admitted.


'' No. No that was n't really what I meant '' replied the old man. `` Though those sardines you 've brought will be a welcome variety from limpets and seagull'testicle I admit. No it 's a shame to fertilize her to the Pisces the Fishes. '' The old man gazed wistfully out to sea `` I was given a nice piece of music of pork about six months ago by a farmer I helped out. But since then .... '' he looked down at the cast-off limpet case `` Ah well, I suppose your Sardina pilchardus will at least be a change ... though I do hate waste ! ``


Jak set off down to the village struggling to expect a modest cask containing saltiness, as well as several plank, some oakum in the bag he had taken the Fish up in and a hoary tin containing some sticky wood tar.


At kickoff horrified by old Tam 's mesmerism, the more he thought about it as he walked back, the more consistent it seemed. Anyway now he had promised him a cut from the carcass, and no-one broke hope to Tam.


He waited until long after dark to dispatch his married woman 's corpse from the boat. She felt even lighter in death than when she was live. He had been daydreaming about giving her cold naked eubstance one final fuck, but now she had stiffened into an unnaturally contorted mannerism he satisfied himself by just masturbating over her and smearing his spermatozoon over the blanch flesh of her torso with both hands. He then sat staring at her for a couple of minutes before getting to his feet and hanging her organic structure up by the mortise joint from a rafter in a cool dark corner of his cottage. He placed a stadium beneath her then went to a drawer and got a tongue to earn deep slash across her pharynx and both wrist, to admit any remaining blood to run out out before he started to butcher the carcass ready for salting.


The next morning it was calm and sunny and he could commence repairing his gravy boat. He cut out the kick downstairs piece of plank, leaving as much as possible to be pushed back into office and refastened. As he worked he thought about the several widow in the village. His first attempt at cutting one of the replacement pieces of planking to fit the hole was totally unsatisfactory, the job with re-using old while of wood was that they would n't stoop to suit the tenuous but complex bender of the Hull. The trouble was, he pondered, that the strongest of the eligible widow were also the least attractive. He started cutting and carving the next piece of old plank more carefully. He frowned as he wondered if he could take two 'wives', perhaps keeping one a enigma in his cottage ; but no, for women were such gossips the other would soon be letting the completely settlement know. The resulting plank fitted roughly and with some careful packing and caulking would probably do, but perhaps he should also see what he could make from the third one.


Another fisher wandered nearby and stood watching for several seconds before Jak turned and glared at him. Not wishing to set forth yet another face-off with the obnoxious shameful bearded man the other fisherman silently nodded approval then turned away. `` wife 's left me '' he was surprised to hear Jak mutter behind him as he prepared his own boat for sea.


Jak decided the sec plank he had worked on was the best fit, he wedged it in billet and drilled jam to fix it to the skeletal system. But to fasten the rivets he needed a supporter to oblige the heavy iron dolly on the rivet head outside while he clenched the breaker point over on the inside. Usually around mid-day there would be several cleaning lady gutting Fish, mending nets or just chatting in the vicinity of the beach, often including the widows he had been thinking about, now would be a good luck to get one to help him and perhaps even proposition her. But as the other boats had only just put out again after the recent tempest there was no such employment to do and the exclusively sign of action was several lousy ragged children playing at the H2O 's edge and the slender Thomas Young daughter of one of the widows he was after.


But he wanted to get the repair completed and to determine the gravy boat for leak while it was so calm, so he bellowed across to the girl `` Shayla ! I need a hand. ``


She turned and looked down the beach at Jak. He always made her feel uncomfortable, with his shaggy-haired total darkness eyebrows and a unremitting frown he never seemed to accept a civil or sort Son for anyone.


Seeing her watching but motionless irritated Jak. What was it with women, they either ignored you or, at Charles Herbert Best, had to be told everything twice. `` I ca n't do this on my own, it wo n't admit long and I 'll fall in you some sardius afterwards. ``


She started ambling down the beach towards him. Jak frowned, with her slim down face and slender arms she reminded him of his married woman and he doubted she would have the strength to hold back the dolly firmly in place.


Jak was surprise how well Shayla managed, helping him with the riveting. Looking over the gunwale to send her each clock time she repositioned the dolly he began to admire what he could see of her soundbox and realised she was certainly hard and fitter than his wife had been despite her half starved appearance.


Even as Jak was making that comparison she asked him `` Where 's your wife then ? ``


'' Gone '' came the curt reply.


When they finished she stood up, her cotton shirt soaked with perspiration. Seeing Jak staring at her Shayla turned away embarrassed, aware of how her elbow grease was making her shirt stick to her body. Looking over her shoulder she asked `` Where 's these sardius you promised then ? ``


'' If you come up to my cottage in a couple of minute I 'll give you a just dinner party than sardines '' he replied with a smiling which she found slightly alarming.


'' Can my female parent come up too ? '' Shayla asked.


Jak paused a few here and now to consider about that. During that morning it had indeed been Shayla 's mother he had been thinking about. But now, looking at the girl, he decided he preferred her.


'' She did n't help, did she '' he morosely replied.


'' If you give me the sardines you promised I could plowshare them with her '' she challenged.


As she turned away he stated `` See you in a couple of hours. '' but she did n't reply.


cover home Shayla found that, as she and her female parent had not been needed to assist in the launch and recovery of boats for over a week, they no longer had any food left whatsoever, none of their few veggie in the stony garden being quick yet. Feeling rickety with huger following the good afternoon 's work she apprehensively headed for Negroid Jak 's cottage.


Jak had had to work quickly. He jammed the partly butchered clay of his wife into an empty cask and built up his fire to fry some of the cut up pieces of flesh while setting aside a few gull 's orchis. He then hurried down to the compass north end of the beach and collected some kelp which on his retort he started to boil.


As Shayla approached Jak 's cottage, a slightly declamatory edifice than her female parent 's crude low hut, she recognised the smell of churn seaweed. Even when hungry she found the taste of kelp alongside fish quite disgusting, so she resolved just to eat the inevitable sardine or crab. Seeing the lady friend approaching Jak quickly started frying the opus of inwardness. When she timidly entered the dark cottage she immediately smelt something unusually appetising. `` What 's for dinner party '' she could n't facilitate asking.


'' pork '' came his monosyllabic reply.


With the rich taste of the lean fried porc Shayla actually found the kelp just about acceptable, while she mused that she really needed to wee the try to seek out gulls testicle herself, though, regretfully, she did n't call back her mother had any common salt left.


Although she still felt uncomfortable in his front Shayla assisted Black Jak with his gravy boat on several social function over the following few week, attracting singular looks from some of the other villagers who whispered amongst themselves about her inexplicable behaviour.


Several times Jak considered taking Shayla by force-out while she visited his cottage. Her just living relative was her female parent and he did n't really think that anyone else would irritate seriously challenging him. On the other hand, although he felt convinced he could flummox and terrorise her into working for him, it was tall that he would be able-bodied to prevent her from eventually running away. He decided to take his time.


Unfortunately although he tried to thoroughly salt the cut up apart remains of his wife he did n't really have a go at it how to cure it properly, perhaps it was n't frigid enough when he rubbed in the saltiness ? Anyway a few weeks later what remained of her had become icky, while Jak sensed that Shayla did n't find the stiff SALT savor as appetising as the fresh meat he had been capable to declare oneself her on the maiden two occasions.


He decided that if he was to continue his seduction he needed to take some fresh 'pork'. So he headed inland, past St Elvan, to a larger grocery township. He had n't been inland since the coup and was surprised to find lifetime seemed as bleak there as on the coast. Unemployed and displaced mineworker wandered about the countryside barefoot, begging and stealing, being repeatedly chased on by worried James Leonard Farmer. In and around the townsfolk he found starving female ex-colliers indecently exposing their flesh as they offered their bodies to anyone with a few coins or some food while keeping a observation tower for soldiers or police tasked with rounding them up. This suited Jak 's design admirably. He tried to look detached and uninterested as he assessed their possibilities, he decided to select a cocotte from the edge or, ideally, from extraneous town.


After spending nearly an hour surreptitiously following respective girl who were exposing shoulder, thigh and abdomens to virile passer by, imagining what he might do with each one, he finally selected a desperately wear out and thirsty looking young woman slumped at the roadside wrapped in just a smutty objet d'art of old sack. As he stood looking at her from the other side of meat of the route her thin arm reached out in his direction and she raised her principal to await at him with big pleading eyes set in a thin, raddled face. Jak thought she might cause looked attractive were it not for the black eye and respective unkept teeth, but as it was she looked unlikely to be missed by anyone.


He took her by the hand and she pulled back asking `` Got any money ? ``


Jak did n't respond but opened his bag to divulge four sardines tied together with a piece of string.


She nodded and got to her feet, then suggested `` In the woods over there then ? ``


But he gently pulled her in the opposite focusing saying `` I heard there are troop in Town rounding up prostitutes. ''


'' Oh shit ! Not again '' she sobbed, hurrying along with him `` I 've seen them marching captured working girl from the metropolis, none are ever seen animated again ! ``


She managed to walk less than three Swedish mile then, her bare infantry bleeding and washy with hunger she stumbled to her knees `` Please, if you 're going to love me do it now and fall in me something to eat '' she pleaded, looking hungrily at his bag.


Black person Jak did n't ware his breath replying. Looking around the open moor he could see that there was no-one within a mil of them, so he gently took her brass in his allow for hand and turned her hurt aspect towards him. As she smiled up at him he swung his right clenched fist into her face with all his intensity level, shattering her nose. As she fell from her kneeling posture onto her back he reached down, grabbed her shapeless rotten sacking garment just below her neck and deplume it from her organic structure in tattered strips. She instinctively covered her bloody face with her manpower and rolled onto her English. Jak noticed regretfully how little meat there was on her ribs before kicking her hard in the abdomen with his dense boot. As she weakly flapped and jerked about naked on the basis she reminded him of a down Pisces the Fishes in the rear end of his gravy boat. He bent and grabbed her right ankle joint to drag her into the gully of a small peaty stream.


Though the tearful whore still struggled weakly Jak easily threw her on her back over one of the many boulders around which the current trickled lazily. He hurriedly dropped his trouser then grabbed her knees and spread her slight thighs wide. He looked her in the facial expression expecting to see terror or pleading in her centre, bit instead just saw apathetic hopelessness. He had to use his fingers to get his swollen prick into her dry cunt, even though it was by no mean tight. Still she just lay limply draped over the tilt, the fingers of her forget paw trailing in the water.


He realised that fucking her pliant unresponsive body was n't turning on, he reached forward and put both hands round her small neck and lifted her question to depend at her human face as knife thrust more vigorously into her. He started to rack ; at last-place feeling some response as her body tensed and her slender hands futilely grasped his wrists he felt himself coming. Heedless of her fingerbreadth digging into his arms he crushed her windpipe and continued to a tighten up his grip until he could feel the front of her neck vertebrae with his thumbs. At hold out her middle widened and looked into his with holy terror. Smiling, Jak thrust two more than sentence to empty his built up spermatozoan into her. trousering, and feeling a bit light up headed, he stood and looked down as her consistence started to slip sideways into the water.


He pulled her back into the centre of the rock candy before reaching across to his bag for the knife and hatchet he had brought with him. With three throw of the tomahawk he severed her head teacher and watched for a few seconds as the crimson pink water rolled it away downstream, her long dark-brown hair reminding him if eelgrass moving beneath the waving.


Jak lifted the carcass by its invertebrate foot and watched the blood trickling into the water from the messy stump of its neck.


A quarter of an hour later he was on his way place with crudely butchered limbs and racks of ribs in his bag. He reflected that he should perhaps have cut her knife out as a delicacy before her forefront was washed away. The throw away work force and feet and other small chip, such as the shattered collar bone, would soon be scattered by foxes once they had finished with the guts and lungs leaving just a mutilated pelvis, and perhaps a shoulder brand, at the scene of her death.

Approaching the turn off the main road for St Elvan Jak saw a newly erected gibbet from which hung the gently swaying pale slender eubstance of a youth from which several former boys had just finished stripping the clothes and were arguing who should have what. Around its neck was hung a card label on which was scrawled the word THIEF.


Jak reflected that he need n't have gone to so much trouble to get some more meat, if only he had known some would be hung up so conveniently dear home. He also regretted not having picked a full fed victim. On the other hand he could at to the lowest degree partly justify his actions as putting a poor starvation wench out of misery, and he had enjoyed the day out.


All thing considered he supposed that, although people might not approve, he was doing more respectable than harm. Perhaps this time he should be more generous, rather than letting dependable centre rot and go to waste. Yes, he decided, he might even give some to the minister up as St Elvan, in rally of course for some of the excellent vegetables he was renowned for.


fountainhead, Shayla was delighted to find Jak serving fresh substance again, instead of the salty and increasingly unpleasant remains of the kickoff lot ; and with potatoes, parsnips and bean plant too !


Shayla 's female parent was delighted too when her daughter brought back home some of the pork. But Shayla now became slightly concerned that others were sharing in Jak 's good luck too. In particular Elza, a iniquity haired widow only about six years older than her who had started helping to set in motion and recover Jak 's boat. That woman was stronger than Shayla and had, she felt, been of more use to Jak in handling the boat on the beach. Furthermore Elza had more curvaceous chest than Shayla and generally seemed more attractive, mature and confident.


The future sentence Jak was out a violent storm blew up unexpectedly. Shayla kept watch for Jak 's boat returning. Two other boat returned to the cove first, the unmanageable recovery up the beach of both those was helped by four or five former fishermen and their families. As soon as she saw Jak 's boat head in round the rocky foreland she ran down to the border of the crashing surf. She waded into the breaking waves and reached for the gunwale of the boat as Jak steadied it with the oars, but as she caught hold a large wave lifted the boat and at the same clock time swept her off her animal foot. Jak had leapt out onto the beach on the the opposite side and could n't see that Shayla had been dashed back against the English of the boat before she could regain her feet. The bow of the boat pounded heavily on the pebbles and shake loosening the alloy strip which protected the stem and keel. Shayla 's base found the beach again and she reached for the panting bows but the dislodged end of the metal keel cartoon strip caught her shirt, ripped through it to cut her just below her go forth breast then, as the bows sank again pulled her back down beneath the waves.


Although he could n't see her Jak was yelling and cursing at Shayla as the gravy boat started to drift sideways onto the beach. He was relieved to see an answering shout, not from Shayla but from Elza who was now running down the beach to his aid. With Elza 's helper the sauceboat was got feather to the beach again and as it was lifted on each sequent Wave they dragged it slightly further up. Satisfied that the keel was wedged on the shake for a few moments Jak dragged the cable from the winch at the head of the beach up to the eyebolt in the stem and hooked it on. In just those few seconds the boat started to broach again, and Jak was surprised to see one of the other fisherman running to his aid. But as he reached the water 's edge instead of helping with the bucking boat he floundered in the surf for maybe half a minute before dragging Shayla 's unconscious body out ; battered, bleeding and almost naked from the shank up. As Jak and Elza continued to slowly retrieve the boat from the undulation respective other villagers joined in to avail resurrect Shayla then to help her, shivering and humiliated, back to her mother's.


For the side by side twosome of days all the boats in the cove were stormbound but Shayla sat in vain waiting for a visit from Jak. Her mother set out in the rain, shawl over her head, and returned, shivering and soaked to the skin, with some limpets and some kelp. Despite the hungriness pangs gripping her belly Shayla could only bring herself to eat one small spoon of the revolting mush after they had been boiled together.


Her mother told how she had heard that the pastor had had news with Jak about the 'pork'he had given him in exchange for veg. Having kept several pigs over the twelvemonth he expressed his opinion that the meat Jak had given him, supposedly acquired in exchange for sardines and mackerel, had come from a longer limbed brute than a pig. He had then started to lambaste Jak about the fact that even the apparently wild pony on the moors still in fact belonged to someone, but Jak brusquely interrupted and showed him the door.


walk towards the cove in the evening after the rainwater had stopped she realised that she had taken the road past Jak 's cottage, from which came the mouthwatering smell of centre cookery. The malarky having started to die down mid-day the sea was now a lot less rough and she guessed that the boats would be putting back out in the morning.


Soon after morning Shayla was down on the beach helping Black Jak launch. Elza was there too. Tired and hungry, still feeling a bit stiff and sore from the battering she had received during the storm three days earlier Shayla sat watching as Jak raised sail and cleared the headland. Elza smiled condescendingly at her as she turned for house. Shayla hated the elderly womanhood, yet could come up no sales outlet for her frustration.


When at long last Jak returned with his catch the even was still, cold and misty. He was exhausted from having to row back after being becalmed for many minute and the two women easily retrieved bang boat for him. Both received generous portions of heart to ingest home as he was too tired to cook for them. Elza boldly wrapped her weapon round his neck and kissed him farewell on his doorstep. Shayla felt sick and judge imagining sinking a knife deep into the widow 's broad back.


That Nox as she sat in presence of the fire Shayla brooded on Elza 's increasingly close relationship with Jak. She was slightly sickened by the thought of hugging and kissing him as Elza had done and she tried not to even cogitate about him making beloved to her, he seemed devoid of any rawness or romance. Yet the increasing poverty and hunger she was suffering made her lustfulness after the comparative degree luxury that it can seem Jak could offer. Guessing what might be on her daughter 's mind her mother warned that Black Jak was an unpredictable, violent and purchasable man, slight liked by the rest of the community of interests. There were several male child of around Shayla 's own age either in their own Village out on others nearby who may in a few years clip be far more suitable husbands. `` If I live that long '' muttered Shayla, as she contemplated sneaking out once everyone was departed and stabbing Elza as she slept. The thought of sinking the large kitchen knife into Elza 's belly just below her ribs cheered her up a little and she wandered over to the drawer to consider the potential weapon.


As she lay awake in bed she recalled the topical anaesthetic custom whereby a girl could persuade a reluctant fisher suitor to accept her as his wife by offering herself as a whore to the whole community, her honor being redeemed by the man immediately taking her as his spouse. Traditionally this was done by going, in world scene, to attend with his boat on the beach stark naked, her shame being avoided by the man immediately wrapping his shirt or jacket round her which signified that he had taken her as his wife. The event of rejection would of course be total and complete humiliation, the girl being left nude offering her dead body to be used by anyone in figurehead of the hale residential district. In living memory no man had been so cruel as to refuse his suer on such occasions, but when the man in question was Jak, and with the persistent presence of Elza, Shayla knew she would be taking a rattling hazard. If Jak did n't consent her she knew she would be forced to flee far from the village, but then, she reasoned, she might as well have the indignity of starving away to nix well away from anyone who knew her. acerate leaf to say the parson up at St Elvan made sure he had nada whatsoever to do with such proceeding, in any character few of the 'marriages'along that godless coast were recognised by church building or chapel. Having decided not to murder Elza in her bed Shayla at net dropped off to an uneasy sleep.


it was still, cold and clear the future dawn. Two boats had already launched and the fisherman were pulling them round the promontory with the oars in search of steer. A dyad of previous men had decided to wait a bit before launching in the hope of a snap, while Jak had just arrived and was laying down the round pieces of Natalie Wood over which his boat would be slide down to the piss 's edge.


Even as Shayla stood momentarily at the top of the beach, her resolve weakening, Elza ran past towards Jak. Taking a deeply breath Shayla removed her shawl, dropping it the ground, then started to unbutton her shirt. It was all taking too long, Elza was already helping regular the boat as it was slid down the beach, Shayla grasped her shirt with both deal and ripped it apart, heedlessly shedding buttons from one of her few remaining undamaged garments, and cast it aside before dropping her skirt and knickers in a single movement and striding brazenly towards Jak.


Aware of all the oculus that must surely be on her stark naked organic structure she stared straight ahead towards Jak 's gravy holder as she walked down the beach. Moving to the contrary side to Elza she helped steady the sauceboat as it entered the water. Even before it was fully afloat Elva abandoned her military post and stepped back onto the beach then to Shayla 's horror, and Jak 's incredulity, hurriedly tore off all her clothes too !


As the two naked cleaning lady continued pushing the boat into abstruse water supply Shayla, hearing whistling and mockery from ashore, already sensed that she had lost. As she now feared Jak, after frantically unbuttoning his shirt and stripping to the waist, draped his shirt over Elza 's shoulders then, with barely a coup d'oeil at Shayla, reached down with both men and hauled Elza aboard with him.


Defeated, Shayla sank to her knees in the piss so the sea could hide her nudeness as Jak pulled the boat out towards the headland, pointedly averting his gaze from her. However Elza stared at Shayla with a tolerant grin and gave a little wave when she was sure Jak was n't watching !


Suddenly Shayla felt her hair grabbed and was yanked backwards off counterbalance. She looked up to see Ruth, her childhood friend, angrily pulling her ashore with split in her eye. `` How could you do that, you whore ! '' she spat. Two other younger daughter grabbed Shayla 's branch once she was ashore and roughly dragged her up to the iron gravy holder winch. She felt herself being draped on her back over the hard low temperature windlass and even as she sobbed in protest her arms and ankles were pulled down and attach to its rusty build with coarse bits of discarded net rope.


'' Do n't you defy have-to doe with her Albert ! '' she heard the companion voice of Mrs Van Edmond Hoyle howler at her husband.


'' Go for it Fredrik '' called another young male voice `` You can get to bonk a Virgo for free ! ``


'' No ! No ! Let me go ! '' screamed Shayla in disgrace and affright. If rejected she had just expected to be ostracised and forced to flee.


'' Stupid, stupid cow ! '' she heard ruth 's articulation again, half screaming, one-half sobbing.


'' That 's it Fredrik, go for it ! `` yelled some other youths as he dropped his trousers.


Shayla could n't see what was happening between her legs but felt fingers probing her common soldier parts then she instinctively realised either Prince Albert or Fredrik 's penis was trying to infix her.


'' No ! Why are you doing this to me '' Shayla screamed in disbelief.


'' It wo n't go in ! Her cunt 's too smashed ! '' That was definitely trivial Fredrik 's voice.


'' She 's a Virgo you prick '' laughed another boy.


'' Just power it in and she 'll pop ! '' With horror Shayla recognised pity 's phonation encouraging Fredrik 's violation of her.


'' No ! please no ! Mrs Van Hoyle, please finish them ! No ! '' There was only pain as she lost her virginity, painful sensation in her cunt and pain sensation as Fredrik dug his fingers deep into the sides of her abdomen.


Shayla 's voice was becoming hoarse from screaming `` Babe Ruth ! Please stop him ! Oh God, no ! '' she pleaded. As Ruth moved round into her field of horizon the pain started to metamorphose into something gratifying. Something shameful yet irresistible. `` Oh God ! Oh ! Fuck ! No ! Do n't blockade ! No ! ``


The facial expression on Ruth 's face changed from anger to churn up `` Shayla, no ! You whore ! You slut ! What 's happening to you ? No ! `` She picked up a rounded pebble from the beach and hurled it straight at Shayla 's face. As the pain from her cheekbone beneath her left eye registered the next one struck her on the side of the neck opening. As she turned her head word towards Babe Ruth another stone struck her from behind. At the same time as her venter and groin exploded in her beginning ever real orgasm a heavy stone impacted on her rib-cage knocking the breathing spell out of her.


Shayla turned her headspring towards her new attacker and saw two small-scale girls together with Mrs Van Hoyle all with raised arms preparing to hurl another volley of pebbles at her unfold raw physical structure. Turning her head the former way a fraction of a second before the stones viciously struck her pep pill soundbox she saw Fredrik grinning happily at her. In that case, she thought in affright, who the hell was fucking her now ?


'' Fred ... '' she started to plead.


The moment she looked into his eyes he drew back his human foot and, as he spat out `` Whore '', kicked her cruelly in the compensate breast with his clayey boot.


The salvo of stones must consume knocked her senseless for a few minutes or two for when she came to no-one seemed to be fucking her any Sir Thomas More and she was shivering uncontrollably. She could n't open her right on eye as it seemed to be covered in a sticky fluid, probably her own blood. Looking around the tiddler must either give lost involvement in abusing her or been retrieved by their parents. Two onetime fishermen sat staring at her, with their wives stood nearby staring equally intently at them. However ambling towards her from the direction of the abruptly breakwater was old Tam Pollack.


'' Well ! '' he exclaimed, as he got closer `` You 've fucked up well. ``


He slowly walked round her. She 'd heard of old Tam of course, and indeed seen him from a distance gathering sea gull'ball on the cliff and combing the debris left at the high water sign for anything of use.


Close up he looked even Sir Thomas More colourless than she had imagined, lank grey hair half covering his lean lousy grey wrinkled face and merging into the tattered colourless rags he wore.


He stood alongside her, looked her unfold battered physical structure up and down then grasped the bruised and blooming knocker that Fredrik had kicked and squeezed hard.


Shayla screamed !


She had screamed before, at the agony of being bound and raped, at the culmination of her involuntary ecstasy, at the bother from being pelted with pebbles, but this was a screaming not just of pain in the ass but of terror at what alien torment might hap next. She fought against her shackle until the rope broke through her skin. Her already contorted body arched upwards so her turn down rib looked as if they were trying to bust through her tightly stretched, bruised and bloody, skin. Her back talk opened so wide that she dislocated her jaw. She pissed herself, a midget natural spring of yellowed urine rising between her straining thigh before subsiding three or four seconds later.


As Tam moved rhythm to suffer between her legs he disappeared from Shayla 's view. She did however notice the remaining villagers hurrying away, back to their homes. Prince Albert Van Hoyle had been hoping that she might be left bounds to the winch all night, in which case he could stood a chance of sneaking back out once his wife was at peace. But he sensed that Tam Pollachius pollachius had former ideas for the piteous raw whore.


She felt his bony deal grabbing and feeling her, then he pushed four fingers of his right hired man roughly into her vagina. The pain from her jaw stopped her from screaming loudly again and she lay back hopelessly and hoped that the waves of pain from his digit probing, stretching and tearing at her lenient tissue paper would just break off or at least lessen. Then he withdrew his fingers and his pecker stab deep into her. Compared with the boys'putz she had experienced so far this was something thicker, harder and, most terrifyingly, far longer. He thrust deep, so cryptic into her, at each thrust pulling her buttocks viciously towards him so the end of his peter felt as though it was a separate malevolent support beast trying to invade her abdomen by force. Shayla vomited the few remaining fluid acidic subject matter of her stomach out of her mouth only for most of it to run into her nose, stinging her anterior naris.


It was with a sense of relief that she so soon felt the old man 's congest source gushing cryptic into her in what felt like a prodigious amount. here and now after he had fully withdrawn his huge cock he moved back troll to Shayla 's dangling oral sex and to her immense relief untied the bindings from her arms, carefully putting the morsel of rope into his pockets. Moving back to her legs and feet he unbound her articulatio talocruralis from the rusty winch but to her discouragement immediately tied them both tightly together, then taking the other bits of rope from his sack added a hanker grommet. Moving alongside Shayla as she weakly struggled to filch her head and shoulders he stared expressionlessly into her oculus as he lifted his right pes and placed the fatigue sole of his boot against her costa and pushed her sideways off the winch, the top edge of the rusty mold frame tearing across her back before she toppled sideways to shine heavily onto the pebbly ground.


Stunned and in pain she struggled onto her handwriting and knees. ineffectual to close her jaw because of the pain Shayla 's pleas for clemency only came out as incoherent moan. Suddenly Tam jerked on the loop-the-loop of Mexican valium attached to her ankles pulling her genu from beneath her so that she sprawled onto her belly. He jerked the rope again and this time kept pulling so she was dragged along the stony path up from the beach.

Whichever way Shayla twisted the Harlan Fisk Stone and rocks set in the dust of the route battered and cut her elbows, ribs, breasts or pelvis. Looking back down towards the beach she could see wet stripe and smears of blood on the route, her stock she knew. As the route steepened it became less flinty but more uneven with tree diagram roots and muddy free fall where small streams crossed. Exhausted from futilely trying to protect her broken trunk she realised with repulsion that old Tam must be dragging her to his cave nearly two miles away. She doubted she would survive that long. As she lost concentration, centre shut blind drunk with the pain as her already badly bruised right breast was gashed by a crisp slice of protruding root, she failed to previse a series of harsh stone stairs down to a small brook and as her pain numbed trunk dropped her face slammed down onto the stone bloodily crushing her nose and breaking a couple of her front dentition. In badgering she rolled onto her back, her flimsy sleeve weakly reaching towards Tam in useless supplication.


Tam looked back just as her piteous line of descent and mud streaked body dropped down the next step and the back of her head cracked onto the stone below knocking her unconscious.


Her limp carcass was much easier to drop back, though after about a fourth part of a mile Tam, not wanting her to die just yet, dropped the Mexican valium binding her bloody ankles and, instead, dragged her by the pass on radiocarpal joint for the hold up duo of hundred yards to his cave.


As Shayna 's consciousness slowly returned she experienced nothing but pain in the ass, disorientation and darkness. Of row, this is death she thought. She drifted in and out of consciousness. Each breathing spell she took hurt her rib, her jaw damage but when she tried to close her open sass a stabbing pain shot from her jaw to her ears. Her bust olfactory organ was still bleeding, and the blood from her olfactory organ was trickling into her eyes. This puzzled her a bit then she realised that she was upside down. She could n't feel her mortise joint but she did seem to be suspended by them.


She had lost all sense of prison term when she heard haphazardness then saw a flickering light approaching. She was puzzled that she could see a small flame flickering downwards, then she remembered that she was upside down. She wiped some of the roue away from her powerful eye to be able to see punter ; old Tam was settling down on the cave floor in front of her next to a hurricane lamp.


'' Still alive then ? '' he asked. `` Something incorrectly with you mouth is there ? Lost a few teeth ? '' He leant back and chuckled then picked up the lamp and stood up to study her battered stretched trunk more carefully `` You stink, but you 'll probably stay fresh a bit. '' Sitting back down again he made himself comfortable again `` We 'll need to get some water in you to make up sure you last long enough. ``


Shayla struggled to get the words out without moving her jaw `` Why ? Why I u'side doun ? ``


'' What ? '' he laughed at her efforts. `` Broken your jaw have you ? '' Then he snarled a gap toothed smile `` I can call back of quite a few women who 'd do good from that ! ``


Again she painfully tried to speak `` Wha'you doing to ne ? '' her bureau heaved as she took another breath `` Why you hang ne u'side doun ? ``


'' Oh, I 'm so sorry. I need n't make done that yet, but when we want you later I 'll need to drain the blood from your body by cutting your throat. '' Tam chuckled to himself at her shocked construction.


Shayla struggled and writhed trying to reach up towards her ankles with her hands, but just gasped with infliction at the effort before allowing her arm to advert limply again while her trunk now swayed gently.


'' You did n't really think it was pork barrel you 've been eating with Jak did you ? '' he asked. `` His married woman 's death was an accident. But to get more he had quite a trip inland to find a working girl. '' He leant forward and grinned at her `` Are n't we fortunate to find a cyprian so close to home now ! ``


Shayla wished he would just get on with it and cut her throat.


'' But her meat will finale us quite a few days yet, so we 'll observe you alive so you 'll be Nice and fresh when we 're ready for you. ''


Tam then shuffled off, but shortly returned holding a filthy mug of water supply. He caught hold of her hair and pulled her head up towards him and poured piddle into her backtalk. She coughed and only managed to swallow a small amount without shutting her mouthpiece. Then she was left alone in the cold dark again.


As the hours passed the nuisance seemed to ease lightly, being replaced in role by a dull asleep sensory faculty. Then she heard voices, she could n't see what old Tam was mumbling but Jak 's voice echoed down the cave : `` Where is she then ? '' ... `` I hope you did n't bang her as well ... ''


Jak followed Tam as he walked towards her holding up the flickering lamp. The present moment he saw Shayla 's pedigree stained organic structure hung up like an fleshly carcass he exploded - `` What the fucking have you done to her ? Why 's she hung up like that ? '' He grabbed the lamp from Tam and held it up to where Shayla 's articulatio talocruralis were bound to each end of a piece of Wood about three foot long, itself hanging by a loop of roofy from a hook in the ceiling. He reached and felt one of her grotesquely swollen blue sky grey tinted feet.

'' You fucking dickhead, she 'll never walk again ! ``


Rather shocked at being on the receiving end of Jak 's notorious anger Tam stammered `` But, why ? But ... since when did meat motivation to walk ? ``


'' Meat ! '' Jak exploded. `` substance ! You stupe, addled, stupid old git ! I want to fuck her not eat her ... ''


'' I did n't make out ... how was I to have it away ? '' Tam stared fearfully at Jak. `` You 'll be out of marrow soon wo n't you ? ``


'' Yes, but the preacher 's reminded me there 's jigger for the taking upon the moor. And perhaps some sheep ? '' Jak seemed to cool it down a bit, then slowly turned to confront Tam. His fist shattered the old man 's nose and cheekbone and sent his head back against the rock with a sickening sally. As Tam slowly slid to the ground Shayna could see the bloody blot left on the cave wall.


Jak quickly unhooked the radio beam from the rusty hook and lowered Shayna to the trading floor. Once he had unbound her feet he dragged her nearer to the cave entrance, where Tam had been living, wrapped her in a blanket and offered a mug of water to her sass. Only then did he notice the injury to her jaw and oral fissure. `` This will hurt, but it 's got to be done '' he said, firmly grasping her jaw then sharply pushing it up and back. Shayna passed out as the sudden excrutiating pain seemed to pip to the very nub of her brain.


When she woke up again she was still slumped in the cave entranceway and evenfall was falling. When she tried to move she could find no sensation or ascendancy below her calves, she burst into tears and fell on her side. Shortly after Jak reappeared and told her that he was waiting for darkness before taking her back to his cottage. She then heard him rummaging through old Tam 's vast hoard of collected betting odds and conclusion for the next distich of hours.


Shayla had dropped off to log Z's when Charles Francis Hall pulled the blanket off her and hauled her upright. one-half gone she tired to put up but with no notion or control over her feet she fell forwards into Jak 's arms. He hoisted her up face down over his right shoulder and set off for the village.


Elza was waiting for him, puzzled where he could have been for so long. At beginning she did n't recognise the filthy soundbox he carried in with him. Shayla 's gory face was swollen and distorted and her hairsbreadth was matted with blood. As it dawned on her that it was Shayla she shrieked `` What 's she doing here ! What the screw have you done to the short cunt ? ``


'' I 've done zippo to her, I think old Tam did most of the impairment '' he said as he gently laid her on the severe wooden floor.


'' But why have you brought her back here ? '' she persisted.


'' To fuck of form '' he answered `` She 's a whore now, is n't she ? ``


'' In case you 've forgotten, I 'm your wife now. Get it out of here ! And it stinks ... '' Elza tried to sound in control.


'' clean her up then ! '' retorted Jak `` I 'll get us dinner. '' He went outside and returned with a rusty bucket containing water and a rag which he handed to Elza.


She stared at him indignantly then tipped the bucket-full of piss over Shayla just as she rolled onto her side, drenching the trading floor `` testament that do ? ``


Jak shrugged in surrender and turned back to frying a couplet of small pieces of meat, muttering `` You should be doing this instead of just whingeing and making a mess ... '' Once it was cooked he served it with some pre-cooked kelp to himself and Elza, He put some more of the insensate mushy brown kelp on a tierce plate and set it on the storey in nominal head of Shayla.


Jak did n't sleep with his new wife that night. He pulled a strew mattress out from wall closet and rolled it out on the level. Elza grumpily commented `` So you 're taking just care of your fancy woman then ? ``


'' No, that 's for you. Sorry the flooring a bit damp. ''


'' Where 's she sleeping then '' Elza sneered.


'' I suppose she can let the mattress if you 're that relate about her '' he replied `` I 've brought some mantle down from old Tam 's. ``


Elza stood in the light of the spluttering lantern and slowly stripped off, then stood proudly pushing her chest forward to expose her copious boob. Jak passed her a blanket. `` This is our wedding night '' she pointed out `` unless you count last night out at sea when you kept me rowing half the time ! ``


'' Yes, you 're good with the boat '' he conceded `` That 's why I 've taken you as my married woman ! '' He looked her naked body up and down, noting her sturdy thigh and thick upper arms `` But there 's no way I 'd want to fuck you, or even ploughshare my bed with you. '' Smiling he looked down at Shayla who looked up at him with her one effective eye as she dragged herself into a corner on all fours. Like an obedient dog, he thought `` The whore will do for that once she'a healed up a bit and been washed, properly. ``


'' You fucking prick '' Elza spat at him. `` You just want a striver to work the boat, while you sleep with that piddling tart ! ``


'' Sounds fair to me '' Jak replied. `` You help with the boat and the internet, and get well fed for it. She gets fucked, stays locked in the sign doing cleaning, washing and anything else she can do on her knees and gets fed kelp and leftover. ``


Shayla sagged to the floor and lay prostrate. Elza glared furiously `` Well inkiness Jak, if you do n't interchange your ideas you 'll find you 've lost another wife, left you like the last one did ! ``


one-half stared at her, then looked again down her stalwart au naturel body `` Like the death one went, you say ? ``


'' Yes, you selfish also-ran '' she replied.


Shayla smiled for the first time in several mean solar day. She looked up at Elza 's pale belly and wondered where Jak kept his knife ...