The grim niggling fish village of Portuselvan lies on the remote control rock-bound east coast. Before the flop of the commonwealth 's economy and the takeover by the full general the habitant had just about managed to defecate a living from fishing, setting drift meshwork from bluff rugged undefendable clinker built boats launched from the overt beach in the little bay.


But now there was n't even a market for the pilchard caught there. As they no longer received any cash for their catches the inhabitants could no longer buy flour to make lolly and had to repair 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 fishermen could no longer afford to pay boat builder to revive or exchange their sauceboat, nor to buy new nets, although their married woman did quite a good job of repairing the old ones.


Shayla lived with her widowed mother in a minuscule low two roomed cottage. For the shoemaker's last class since her father 's boat had gone missing during a storm they had lived mainly on the few veg they had managed to grow in their diminutive garden, supplemented by the occasional few fish they had earned by helping to establish and recover the heavy gravy boat through the surf.


Although assisting with the boats improved their dieting it was at a cost to their origin of old working clothes which rotted from the salt water and were then torn apart by the breaking surf. Shayla sadly reflected that the men would manage with just the aid of their married woman on simmer down days, when they could take their time pulling boats in with the windlass at the straits of the beach. But if the sea was up speed was of the marrow and they would willingly pay a few Pisces from their catch for any aid in quickly hauling sauceboat in before they broached or were pounded apart on the beach.


In this wild remote hamlet it was the custom for some of the marry adult female to preserve their clothes by stripping from the shank down when working in the surf with their hubby present. In the frantic struggle to safely find the previous yet increasingly imperfect gravy holder and their apprehension men had no time to stare at their neighbor wives and the cold, wet and physical travail precluded any lustful thoughts.


However `` Black '' Jak was known for scorning the wrath of the other men by staring at their wives with a leer denseness while making his own frail, subdued young wife struggle to reclaim his own gravy holder eroding just a few shred rags around her shoulder joint which afforded little modesty or warmth.


After the winter violent storm had torn holes in their ceiling, which the two women could only manage to recompense by stuffing sward in the hollow, and with their meagre line of descent of potatoes from the premature year rotted, Shayna 's mother kept pressing her to find a husband. Perhaps she could find a vernal man from another settlement along the coast, although as the increasingly decrepit small boats struggled to stay at sea there were far more widow woman than bachelors in every cove. Inland the office was almost as bad. There were certainly a few more than new men, but mainly excess miners unsuccessfully trying to live on by labouring or, more often, thieving.


Early one Billy Sunday morning, after four days of storms, the sea finally died down by enough for Jak to attempt to launch his boat. None of the other fishermen were up, but as Jak neither expected not got any help from them it made no difference to him.


With Jak on one English and his wife on the other they hurriedly pushed the heavy gravy holder out into the breakage seas. A heavy break wave lifted the gravy boat so that his wife lost her footing and slipped so that as the waving receded the keel crashed down onto her shins, snapping them and pulling her beneath the piddle. Jak clambered up into the boat and reached over the other side to snaffle at her. As the waves rolled over her pass he managed to grasp her tattered shirt, but, as he pulled, the lousy material came away in his hand. 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 consistency floundering in the surf. After several failures to get the hook beneath her axillary fossa he managed to lodge it beneath her rib cage and roughly hoist her body aboard. Dropping her debile twitching consistence onto the flooded bottom circuit card he leapt out onto the beach and hurriedly re-attached the windlass cablegram to the bolt at radical of the boat and ran to winch the half flooded boat back out of the destructive surf.


Once the damaged gravy holder was safely clear of the waves he walked round it and saw the water draining from a rotten plank which hung broken from its Hull. He then scrambled aboard again and looked at his wife 's shattered consistency lying lifeless in the blood stained water, human foot sticking out at abnormal angles and a break-dance rib sticking bloodily out from a few inch below her leave breast, reminding him of the damage to his precious boat. He roughly jammed her crumpled au naturel stiff beneath the shortsighted foredeck before returning to assess the damaged planking.


If he could observe a permutation board, a few nails and some tar and old forget me drug he hoped he could get his guile seaworthy again, if not he would have lost his keep. As he walked up from the beach to search out old Tam Pollack he passed other fishermen with their families now heading down to launch their boats, as usual he said nothing to them and they said nothing to him, although a few did nod a still acknowledgement to the big taciturn man. He stopped off at his cottage on the way and put half a dozen sardines from his storehouse cupboard into a bag which he took with him. As he walked he wondered what to do with his wife's physical structure, he really couldn't be bothered with a funeral ; her kinsperson would no doubt fall over from Ermehaven and keep belittling him like they did when he got married and all the villagers would gestate food for thought and ale or cyder which he couldn't afford. Perhaps he should just say she had left him, or indeed just say nil at all. The only advantage in having her bury properly would be that he would be liberal to take a new wife and be married by the curate up at St Elvan. But then not all the `` spousal relationship '' in these godless hamlet were recognised by the chapel service anyway. No, he decided, there was no need for a funeral, once he had repaired the gravy holder he could just dump her corpse at sea, if he cut it up a bit it might even act as ground bait and get him a openhanded catch.


Old Tam lived in a cave south of Portuselvan, Jak had n't been up there since he had been married and the pile of limpet shells which gave an indication of the old troglodyte 's diet had grown considerably. The undermine entree 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 gage from a peat fire.


An old bent man, with retentive grey straggly hair and byssus almost merging with the trounce grayness shred he wore, challenged Jak `` What you after ? ``


Jak opened the bag he was carrying to reveal the Pisces the Fishes interior before replying `` sauceboat needs repairing. '' He went on to describe the damage and the materials he needed to repair it. The old man disappeared into his subterranean abode and Jak waited. He knew that anything with any conceivable hereafter use which was washed up on the sea-coast thereabouts invariably found its way into Tam 's cave.


As he sorted through the atomic reactor of founder musical composition of planking Tam had produced from the depths of his cave Jak was unusually talky to the old recluse. He knew Tam never spoke more than was absolutely necessary and, by the nature of his business kept a soundly many secrets. After discussing the best way to get the replacement board to fit snugly he went on to remark that he wanted to gain sure his married woman 's carcass did n't wash ashore.


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


'' Aye, she were a good consolation at nighttime. Though too weak to be a great deal use handling the boat ; 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 sardine you 've brought will be a welcome change from limpets and gulls'eggs I admit. No it 's a shame to feed her to the fish. '' The old man gazed wistfully out to sea `` I was given a skillful patch of pork about six calendar month ago by a farmer I helped out. But since then .... '' he looked down at the toss away limpet plate `` Ah well, I suppose your sardius will at to the lowest degree be a change ... though I do hate waste ! ``


Jak set off down to the village struggling to carry a small barrel containing saltiness, as well as several plank, some oakum in the bag he had taken the fish up in and a rusty tin containing some sticky Grant Wood tar.


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


He waited until long after shadow to hit his wife 's corpse from the boat. She felt even lighter in decease than when she was alive. He had been daydreaming about giving her dusty naked body one last piece of tail, but now she had stiffened into an unnaturally contorted pose he satisfied himself by just masturbating over her and smearing his sperm over the blanch flesh of her trunk with both bridge player. He then sat staring at her for a brace of minutes before getting to his feet and hanging her body up by the ankles from a rafter in a cool darkness niche of his cottage. He placed a stadium beneath her then went to a drawer and got a knife to form oceanic abyss cut of meat across her throat and both carpus, to give up any remaining blood to debilitate out before he started to butcher the carcass ready for salting.


The succeeding morning it was calm and sunny and he could start repairing his boat. He cut out the relegate objet d'art of plank, leaving as much as possible to be pushed back into place and refastened. As he worked he thought about the several widows in the village. His first attempt at cutting one of the refilling musical composition of planking to fit the hole was totally unsatisfactory, the job with re-using old spell of wood was that they would n't flex to suit the cold-shoulder but complex curves of the Kingston-upon Hull. The bother was, he pondered, that the unassailable of the eligible widows were also the least attractive. He started cutting and carving the side by side patch of old board more carefully. He frowned as he wondered if he could take two 'wives', perhaps keeping one a secret in his cottage ; but no, for women were such chit chat the other would soon be letting the whole hamlet 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 defecate from the third one.


Another fisherman wandered nearby and stood watching for several moment before Jak turned and glared at him. Not wishing to start yet another confrontation with the obnoxious grim bearded man the other fisherman silently nodded blessing then turned away. `` Wife 's left me '' he was surprised to hear Jak muttering behind him as he prepared his own boat for sea.


Jak decided the second plank he had worked on was the best fit, he wedged it in lieu and drilled holes to fix it to the frames. But to fasten the rivet he needed a benefactor to carry the heavy iron dolly on the rivet head outside while he clenched the gunpoint over on the inside. Usually around mid-day there would be respective women gutting angle, mending profits or just chatting in the locality of the beach, often including the widow he had been thinking about, now would be a practiced chance to get one to help him and perhaps even suggestion her. But as the other gravy boat had only just put out again after the Recent epoch storm there was no such work to do and the only sign of activity was several filthy ragged children playing at the water 's edge and the slender Young daughter of one of the widows he was after.


But he wanted to get the fixture completed and to check the boat for leaks 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 flavour uncomfortable, with his shaggy-haired contraband eyebrow and a eonian scowl he never seemed to have a civilised or kind word for anyone.


visual perception her watching but motionless irritated Jak. What was it with cleaning woman, they either ignored you or, at ripe, had to be told everything twice. `` I ca n't do this on my own, it wo n't take farsighted and I 'll give you some sard afterwards. ``


She started ambling down the beach towards him. Jak frowned, with her flimsy face and slender sleeve she reminded him of his wife and he doubted she would feature the intensity to hold the dolly firmly in place.


Jak was surprised how well Shayla managed, helping him with the riveting. Looking over the gunwale to point her each time she repositioned the dolly he began to admire what he could see of her consistence and realised she was certainly solid 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 plant shirt soaked with perspiration. Seeing Jak staring at her Shayla turned away abashed, aware of how her sudor was making her shirt pin to her torso. Looking over her berm she asked `` Where 's these sardines you promised then ? ``


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


'' Can my mother come too ? '' Shayla asked.


Jak paused a few moments to think about that. During that dawn it had indeed been Shayla 's female parent he had been thinking about. But now, looking at the miss, 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 share them with her '' she challenged.


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


Back home Shayla found that, as she and her mother had not been needed to assist in the launch and recovery of boat for over a week, they no longer had any nutrient left whatsoever, none of their few vegetables in the stony garden being ready yet. Feeling washy with huger following the afternoon 's work she apprehensively headed for Black Jak 's cottage.


Jak had had to ferment quickly. He jammed the partly butchered cadaver of his married woman into an empty cask and built up his fire to fry some of the cut up bit of physical body while setting aside a few sea gull 's testis. He then hurried down to the Second Earl of Guilford end of the beach and collected some kelp which on his return he started to boil.


As Shayla approached Jak 's cottage, a slightly larger construction than her mother 's crude low hutch, she recognised the flavor of boil seaweed. Even when thirsty she found the taste of kelp alongside fish quite disgusting, so she resolved just to eat the inevitable Sardina pilchardus or crab. Seeing the girl approaching Jak quickly started frying the pieces of meat. When she timidly entered the dark bungalow she immediately smelt something unusually appetising. `` What 's for dinner '' she could n't help asking.


'' porc '' came his monosyllabic reply.


With the plenteous mouthful of the lean fried pork Shayla actually found the kelp just about acceptable, while she mused that she really needed to nominate the exertion to attempt out sucker eggs herself, though, regretfully, she did n't call up her mother had any salt left.


Although she still felt uncomfortable in his bearing Shayla assisted Black Jak with his gravy boat on several occasions over the following few weeks, attracting rummy face from some of the former villagers who whispered amongst themselves about her inexplicable behaviour.


Several metre Jak considered taking Shayla by effect while she visited his cottage. Her only livelihood congenator was her mother and he did n't really think that anyone else would bother seriously challenging him. On the other hand, although he felt confident he could beat and terrify her into working for him, it was unconvincing that he would be able to preclude her from eventually running away. He decided to convey his time.


Unfortunately although he tried to thoroughly salt the hacked apart remains of his married woman he did n't really know how to bring around it properly, perhaps it was n't cold enough when he rubbed in the salt ? Anyway a few workweek later what remained of her had become rotten, while Jak sensed that Shayla did n't observe the strong salt flavour as appetising as the fresh heart he had been able to propose her on the first two occasions.


He decided that if he was to continue his conquest he needed to acquire some impudent 'pork'. So he headed inland, past St Elvan, to a declamatory securities industry town. He had n't been inland since the coup d'etat and was surprised to obtain life seemed as bleak there as on the sea-coast. unemployed and displaced mineworkers wandered about the countryside barefoot, begging and stealing, being repeatedly chased on by interest Fannie Merritt Farmer. In and around the town he found starving female ex-colliers indecently exposing their flesh as they offered their soundbox to anyone with a few coins or some nutrient while keeping a lookout man for soldiers or police tasked with rounding them up. This suited Jak 's purpose admirably. He tried to bet detached and uninterested as he assessed their possibilities, he decided to select a fancy woman from the edge or, ideally, from outside town.


After spending nearly an 60 minutes surreptitiously following several girls who were exposing articulatio humeri, second joint and stomach to male passers by, imagining what he might do with each one, he finally selected a desperately tired and hungry looking young woman slumped at the wayside wrapped in just a filthy piece of old sack. As he stood looking at her from the other slope of the road her thin arm reached out in his direction and she raised her head to depend at him with big pleading eyes set in a lean, haggard face. Jak thought she might have looked attractive were it not for the black eye and several upset tooth, but as it was she looked unlikely to be missed by anyone.


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


Jak did n't reply but opened his bag to reveal four sardius tied together with a opus 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 instruction saying `` I heard there are scout troop in town rounding up prostitutes. ''


'' Oh shit ! Not again '' she sobbed, hurrying along with him `` I 've seen them marching captured cyprian from the City, none are ever seen alert again ! ``


She managed to walk to a lesser extent than three miles then, her bare substructure bleeding and weak with hungriness she stumbled to her articulatio genus `` Please, if you 're going to do it me do it now and dedicate me something to eat '' she pleaded, looking hungrily at his bag.


Black Jak did n't run off his breath replying. Looking around the open moor he could see that there was no-one within a mile of them, so he gently took her face in his pass on hand and turned her contuse aspect towards him. As she smiled up at him he swung his right fist into her face with all his strength, shattering her nose. As she fell from her kneeling position onto her back he reached down, grabbed her shapeless rotten sacking garment just below her neck and bust it from her trunk in tatterdemalion strips. She instinctively covered her bloody face with her workforce and rolled onto her English. Jak noticed regretfully how little heart there was on her rib before kicking her hard in the belly with his dense boot. As she weakly flapped and jerked about naked on the ground she reminded him of a bring Pisces in the bottom of his boat. He bent and grabbed her right ankle to trail her into the gully of a pocket-size peaty stream.


Though the tearful harlot still struggled weakly Jak easily threw her on her back over one of the many Boulder around which the stream trickled lazily. He hurriedly dropped his pant then grabbed her knees and spread her lose weight thighs wide. He looked her in the cheek expecting to see terror or pleading in her optic, bit instead just saw apathetic hopelessness. He had to use his finger's breadth to get his swollen prick into her dry bitch, even though it was by no means tight. Still she just lay limply draped over the sway, the fingers of her provide handwriting trailing in the water.


He realised that fucking her pliant unresponsive consistency was n't turning on, he reached forward and put both manpower round her minor cervix and lifted her head to look at her human face as thrust more vigorously into her. He started to squeeze ; at shoemaker's last feeling some reaction as her dead body tensed and her slender hands futilely grasped his wrist he felt himself coming. Heedless of her fingers digging into his arms he crushed her windpipe and continued to a reduce his grip until he could feel the presence of her neck opening vertebrae with his quarter round. At concluding her eyes widened and looked into his with terror. Smiling, Jak thrust two Thomas More clip to evacuate his built up sperm into her. trousering, and feeling a bit light headed, he stood and looked down as her body started to splay sideways into the water supply.


He pulled her back into the inwardness of the sway before reaching across to his bag for the knife and hatchet he had brought with him. With three accident of the hatchet he severed her headspring and watched for a few seconds as the reddish pink pee rolled it away downstream, her foresightful Brown hairsbreadth reminding him if eelgrass moving beneath the undulation.


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


A quarter of an time of day later he was on his way domicile with crudely butchered limbs and wrack of ribs in his bag. He reflected that he should perhaps have cut her tongue out as a delicacy before her headspring was washed away. The throw away hands and feet and other diminished minute, such as the shattered collar bone, would soon be scattered by George Fox once they had finished with the guts and lungs leaving just a mutilated hip, and perhaps a shoulder blade, at the scene of her death.

Approaching the round off the main road for St Elvan Jak saw a newly erected gallous from which hung the gently swaying pallid slender body of a youth from which several other boys had just finished stripping the clothes and were arguing who should birth what. Around its neck was hung a wit 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 nub, if only he had known some would be hung up so conveniently cheeseparing home. He also regretted not having picked a secure fed victim. On the early hand he could at least partly rationalize his actions as putting a poor starvation bird out of misery, and he had enjoyed the day out.


All things considered he supposed that, although people might not approve, he was doing more skilful than damage. Perhaps this time he should be more generous, rather than letting good meat rot and go to waste. Yes, he decided, he might even give some to the minister up as St Elvan, in exchange of course for some of the fantabulous vegetables he was renowned for.


well, Shayla was delighted to rule Jak serving novel meat again, instead of the salty and increasingly unpleasant corpse of the first lot ; and with spud, parsnips and beans too !


Shayla 's mother was delighted too when her daughter brought back plate some of the pork. But Shayla now became slightly concerned that others were sharing in Jak 's salutary fortune too. In particular Elza, a shadow haired widow only about six long time older than her who had started helping to plunge and reclaim Jak 's sauceboat. That woman was unassailable than Shayla and had, she felt, been of More use to Jak in handling the sauceboat on the beach. Furthermore Elza had more voluptuous breasts than Shayla and generally seemed more attractive, mature and confident.


The next time Jak was out a storm blew up unexpectedly. Shayla kept lookout for Jak 's gravy holder returning. Two early boats returned to the cove first, the difficult retrieval up the beach of both those was helped by four or five other fishermen and their mob. As soon as she saw Jak 's sauceboat gallery in round the rough promontory she ran down to the edge of the crashing surf. She waded into the breaking undulation and reached for the gunwale of the sauceboat as Jak steadied it with the oars, but as she caught hold a great wave lifted the gravy boat and at the same meter swept her off her feet. 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 side of the boat before she could find her metrical unit. The bow of the gravy boat pounded heavily on the pebbles and shingle loosening the metal striptease which protected the stem and keel. Shayla 's feet found the beach again and she reached for the heaving prow but the dislodge end of the alloy keel strip caught her shirt, ripped through it to cut her just below her unexpended 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 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 assist the sauceboat was got square toes to the beach again and as it was lifted on each consecutive wave they dragged it slightly further up. Satisfied that the keel was wedged on the shingle for a few moments Jak dragged the cable from the winch at the head of the beach up to the eyebolt in the base 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 fishermen running to his aid. But as he reached the water 's bound instead of helping with the bucking sauceboat he floundered in the breakers for maybe half a minute before dragging Shayla 's unconscious physical structure out ; battered, bleeding and almost naked from the waistline up. As Jak and Elza continued to slowly think the boat from the wave several other villagers joined in to help revive Shayla then to help her, shivering and humiliated, back to her mother's.


For the future couple 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 rainwater, shawl over her forefront, and returned, shivering and soaked to the pelt, with some limpets and some kelp. Despite the hunger pangs gripping her stomach Shayla could only fetch herself to eat one small spoonful of the revolting treacle after they had been boiled together.


Her mother told how she had heard that the minister had had words with Jak about the 'pork'he had given him in exchange for vegetables. Having kept several slovenly person over the year he expressed his vox populi that the sum Jak had given him, supposedly acquired in substitution for sardines and mackerel, had come from a longer limbed creature than a pig. He had then started to lecture Jak about the fact that even the apparently wild ponies on the moorland still in fact belonged to someone, but Jak brusquely interrupted and showed him the door.


Walking towards the cove in the evening after the rain had stopped she realised that she had taken the itinerary past Jak 's cottage, from which came the mouthwatering smell of meat cooking. The fart having started to die down mid-day the sea was now a lot lupus erythematosus jolting and she guessed that the gravy boat would be putting back out in the morning.


Soon after dawn Shayla was down on the beach helping Negroid Jak launch. Elza was there too. Tired and hungry, still feeling a bit pissed and sore from the battering she had received during the storm three twenty-four hour period earlier Shayla sat watching as Jak raised sail and cleared the headland. Elza smiled condescendingly at her as she turned for home. Shayla hated the Old woman, yet could find no retail store for her frustration.


When at long last Jak returned with his stop the evening was still, cold and misty. He was exhausted from having to row back after being becalmed for many hours and the two adult female easily retrieved hitting gravy holder for him. Both received generous portion of meat to take menage as he was too tired to ready for them. Elza boldly wrapped her arms round his neck and kissed him farewell on his doorstep. Shayla felt sick and tried imagining sinking a knife deep into the widow 's broad back.


That night as she sat in front of the flak Shayla brooded on Elza 's increasingly confining relationship with Jak. She was slightly sickened by the thought process of hugging and kissing him as Elza had done and she tried not to even mean about him making making love to her, he seemed devoid of any softheartedness or romance. Yet the increasing impoverishment and hunger she was suffering made her lecherousness after the comparative sumptuosity that it can seem Jak could offer. Guessing what might be on her girl 's nous her mother warned that Black Jak was an unpredictable, violent and bribable man, short liked by the rest of the residential district. There were various boys of around Shayla 's own age either in their own village out on others nearby who may in a few years time be far more suitable husband. `` If I live that long '' muttered Shayla, as she contemplated sneaking out once everyone was departed and stabbing Elza as she slept. The cerebration of sinking the large kitchen knife into Elza 's belly just below her rib cheered her up a short and she wandered over to the drawer to view the electric potential weapon.


As she lay awake in bed she recalled the local anaesthetic custom whereby a girl could sway a reluctant fisherman suer to accept her as his wife by offering herself as a fancy woman to the entirely residential area, her pureness being redeemed by the man immediately taking her as his spouse. Traditionally this was done by going, in world view, to attend with his boat on the beach stark naked, her disgrace being avoided by the man immediately wrapping his shirt or crown round her which signified that he had taken her as his wife. The result of rejection would of course be sum up and arrant chagrin, the young woman being left naked offering her soundbox to be used by anyone in battlefront of the whole residential district. In living memory no man had been so savage as to resist his suitor 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 tremendous risk. If Jak did n't assume her she knew she would be forced to fly far from the village, but then, she reasoned, she might as well suffer the indignity of starving away to nothing well away from anyone who knew her. Needless to say the government minister up at St Elvan made sure he had nothing whatsoever to do with such minutes, in any compositor's case few of the 'marriages'along that godless coast were recognised by church building or chapel service. Having decided not to dispatch Elza in her bed Shayla at finish dropped off to an queasy sleep.


it was still, cold and clean the following break of day. Two boats had already launched and the fisherman were pulling them round the headland with the oars in search of wind. A couple of older men had decided to wait a bit before launching in the Hope of a pushover, while Jak had just arrived and was laying down the round pieces of wood over which his boat would be skid down to the urine 's edge.


Even as Shayla stood momentarily at the top of the beach, her resoluteness weakening, Elza ran preceding towards Jak. Taking a oceanic abyss 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 steady the boat as it was slid down the beach, Shayla grasped her shirt with both hands and ripped it apart, heedlessly shedding push button from one of her few remaining undamaged garments, and cast it aside before dropping her skirt and gasp in a single cause and striding brazenly towards Jak.


Aware of all the optic that must surely be on her pure naked body she stared full-strength ahead towards Jak 's boat as she walked down the beach. Moving to the opposite incline to Elza she helped calm the boat as it entered the water. Even before it was fully directionless Elva abandoned her post and stepped back onto the beach then to Shayla 's repulsion, and Jak 's skepticism, hurriedly tore off all her clothes too !


As the two naked woman continued pushing the boat into deeper pee Shayla, hearing pennywhistle and scoffing 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 shoulder joint then, with barely a glance at Shayla, reached down with both handwriting and hauled Elza aboard with him.


Defeated, Shayla sank to her human knee in the water so the sea could hide her nudity as Jak pulled the gravy holder out towards the headland, pointedly averting his regard from her. However Elza stared at Shayla with a across-the-board grin and gave a footling waving when she was sure as shooting Jak was n't watching !


Suddenly Shayla felt her hair grabbed and was yanked backwards off balance. She looked up to see Ruth, her childhood supporter, angrily pulling her ashore with tears in her eyes. `` How could you do that, you whore ! '' she spat. Two other younger daughter grabbed Shayla 's arms once she was ashore and roughly dragged her up to the iron gravy boat winch. She felt herself being draped on her back over the voiceless cold winch and even as she sobbed in protest her munition and ankles were pulled down and bound to its rusty chassis with common bits of discarded net rope.


'' Do n't you dare adjoin her Albert ! '' she heard the familiar part of Mrs Van Edmond Hoyle wow at her husband.


'' Go for it Fredrik '' called another Loretta Young male voice `` You can get to get it on a Virgo for free ! ``


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


'' Stupid, pillock cow ! '' she heard Ruth 's part again, half screaming, half sobbing.


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


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


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


'' It wo n't go in ! Her bitch 's too tight ! '' That was definitely little Fredrik 's voice.


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


'' Just force it in and she 'll pop ! '' With horror Shayla recognised Book of Ruth 's voice encouraging Fredrik 's infringement of her.


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


Shayla 's voice was becoming hoarse from screaming `` Ruth ! Please stop him ! Oh God, no ! '' she pleaded. As Ruth moved round into her theater of operations of vista the pain started to transform into something enjoyable. Something shameful yet irresistible. `` Oh God ! Oh ! Fuck ! No ! Do n't arrest ! No ! ``


The expression on Book of Ruth 's face changed from anger to sicken `` 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 malar beneath her pull up stakes eye registered the next one struck her on the side of the neck opening. As she turned her principal towards Ruth another stone struck her from tail. At the Saami meter as her abdomen and groin exploded in her first ever tangible orgasm a gruelling stone impacted on her rib-cage knocking the breathing spell out of her.


Shayla turned her foreland towards her new assailant and saw two minuscule fille together with Mrs Van Fred Hoyle all with raised arms preparing to hurl another volley of pebbles at her stretched raw body. Turning her head the other way a fraction of a arcsecond before the stones viciously struck her amphetamine body she saw Fredrik grinning happily at her. In that casing, she thought in terror, who the inferno was fucking her now ?


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


The moment she looked into his eyes he drew back his metrical foot and, as he spat out `` Whore '', kicked her cruelly in the right-hand boob with his ponderous boot.


The fusillade of stones must ingest knocked her senseless for a few minutes or two for when she came to no-one seemed to be fucking her any more and she was shivering uncontrollably. She could n't open up her right eye as it seemed to be covered in a viscid fluid, probably her own blood. Looking around the youngsters must either feature lost interest in abusing her or been retrieved by their parents. Two older fisherman sat staring at her, with their wives stood nearby staring equally intently at them. However ambling towards her from the counsel of the shortstop groyne 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 line, and indeed seen him from a aloofness gathering gulls'orchis on the cliff and combing the debris left at the high water mark for anything of use.


Close up he looked even more colourless than she had imagined, lank grey hair half covering his slim down filthy grey wrinkled face and merging into the tattered colourless rags he wore.


He stood alongside her, looked her stretched battered body up and down then grasped the bruised and bloody breast that Fredrik had kicked and squeezed hard.


Shayla screamed !


She had screamed before, at the suffering of being bound and raped, at the culmination of her unvoluntary raptus, at the infliction from being pelted with pebbles, but this was a scream not just of botheration but of terror at what stranger harassment might happen next. She fought against her bonds until the rope broke through her hide. Her already contorted body arched upwards so her low-down ribs looked as if they were trying to burst through her tightly stretched, bruised and bloody, skin. Her mouth opened so all-encompassing that she dislocated her jaw. She pissed herself, a tiny outflow of yellow piddle rising between her straining second joint before subsiding three or four minute later.


As Tam moved rhythm to stand between her ramification he disappeared from Shayla 's view. She did however notice the remaining villagers hurrying away, back to their homes. Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel Van Hoyle had been hoping that she might be left bound to the winch all night, in which sheath he could stood a chance of sneaking back out once his wife was asleep. But he sensed that Tam Sydney Pollack had other ideas for the pitiable raw whore.


She felt his bony hands grabbing and feeling her, then he pushed four fingers of his compensate bridge player roughly into her vagina. The infliction 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 soft tissue paper would just stop or at least lessen. Then he withdrew his fingers and his prick poking deep into her. Compared with the boys'dick she had experienced so far this was something thicker, harder and, most terrifyingly, far longer. He thrust deep, so deep into her, at each jab pulling her rear viciously towards him so the end of his cock felt as though it was a separate malevolent aliveness wight trying to invade her abdominal cavity by force. Shayla vomited the few remaining runny acidic contents of her tum out of her lip only for most of it to run into her nose, stinging her nostrils.


It was with a sense of rest period that she so soon felt the old man 's contaminate seed gushing deep into her in what felt like a prodigious quantity. Moments after he had fully withdrawn his huge stopcock he moved back stave to Shayla 's dangling head and to her immense relief untied the bindings from her weapons system, carefully putting the mo of rope into his pocket. Moving back to her branch and invertebrate foot he unbound her articulatio talocruralis from the rusty winch but to her consternation immediately tied them both tightly together, then taking the other number of forget me drug from his air hole added a long loop. Moving alongside Shayla as she weakly struggled to rear her head and shoulder joint he stared expressionlessly into her middle as he lifted his right foot and placed the don sole of his boot against her ribs and pushed her sideways off the winch, the top bound of the rusty casting underframe tearing across her rachis before she toppled sideways to accrue heavily onto the pebbly ground.


Stunned and in pain she struggled onto her hands and knees. Unable to close her jaw because of the painful sensation Shayla 's pleas for mercy only came out as incoherent moan. Suddenly Tam jerked on the loop-the-loop of forget me drug attached to her ankles pulling her knees from beneath her so that she sprawled onto her belly. He jerked the roofy again and this clip kept pulling so she was dragged along the stony path up from the beach.

Whichever way Shayla twisted the Isidor Feinstein Stone and rock 'n' roll set in the dust of the path battered and cut her elbow, costa, chest or pelvis. Looking back down towards the beach she could see wet streaks and smears of lineage on the track, her lineage she knew. As the path steepened it became less flint but more odd with tree diagram roots and muddy magnetic inclination where small-scale streams crossed. Exhausted from futilely trying to protect her cave in body she realised with horror that old Tam must be dragging her to his cave nearly two Swedish mile away. She doubted she would survive that long. As she lost concentration, eyes shut tight with the pain as her already badly bruised aright breast was gashed by a knifelike bit of protruding origin, she failed to prognosticate a series of rough I. F. Stone footstep down to a small creek and as her pain numbed body dropped her face slammed down onto the pit bloodily crushing her nose and breaking a distich of her front teeth. In bedevilment she rolled onto her back, her thin arms weakly reaching towards Tam in useless supplication.


Tam looked back just as her pitiable rake and mud streaked body dropped down the future step and the back of her head teacher cracked onto the stone below knocking her unconscious.


Her limp carcass was much easier to drag, though after about a poop of a mile Tam, not wanting her to die just yet, dropped the rope binding her bloody mortise joint and, instead, dragged her by the left wing wrist joint for the stopping point distich of hundred yards to his cave.


As Shayna 's consciousness slowly returned she experienced nothing but pain, disorientation and darkness. Of course, this is death she thought. She drifted in and out of consciousness. Each hint she took hurt her ribs, her jaw detriment but when she tried to close her subject mouth a stabbing pain shot from her jaw to her ear. Her busted nose was still bleeding, and the blood from her olfactory organ was trickling into her middle. This puzzled her a bit then she realised that she was upside down. She could n't feel her mortise joint but she did look to be suspended by them.


She had lost all sense of clip when she heard stochasticity 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 rakehell away from her right eye to be capable to see wagerer ; old Tam was settling down on the cave floor in front of her next to a hurricane lamp.


'' Still active then ? '' he asked. `` Something untimely with you mouth is there ? Lost a few tooth ? '' He leant back and chuckled then picked up the lamp and stood up to study her battered stretched body more carefully `` You stink, but you 'll probably keep a bit. '' Sitting back down again he made himself comfortable again `` We 'll call for to get some water supply in you to make water certain 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 travail. `` Broken your jaw have you ? '' Then he snarled a gap toothed smile `` I can think of quite a few women who 'd benefit from that ! ``


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


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


Shayla struggled and writhed trying to extend to up towards her mortise joint with her hands, but just gasped with annoyance at the try before allowing her blazonry to hang limply again while her body now swayed gently.


'' You did n't really reckon it was pork you 've been eating with Jak did you ? '' he asked. `` His wife 's dying was an chance event. But to get more he had quite a trip inland to find a whore. '' He leant forward and grinned at her `` Are n't we fortunate to find oneself a harlot so close to home now ! ``


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


'' But her centre will last us quite a few days yet, so we 'll preserve 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. He caught storage area of her fuzz and pulled her head up towards him and poured urine into her mouth. She coughed and only managed to bury a minor measure without shutting her rima oris. Then she was left alone in the cold darkness again.


As the hours passed the pain seemed to ease lightly, being replaced in character by a dull numb hotshot. Then she heard vocalism, she could n't hear what old Tam was mumbling but Jak 's vocalization echoed down the cave : `` Where is she then ? '' ... `` I hope you did n't do it her as well ... ''


Jak followed Tam as he walked towards her holding up the flickering lamp. The mo he saw Shayla 's blood stained body hung up like an animal carcass he exploded - `` What the piece of tail 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 ankle joint were bound to each end of a piece of woodwind instrument about three invertebrate foot long, itself hanging by a loop of rope from a hook in the ceiling. He reached and felt one of her grotesquely swollen blue grey tinted feet.

'' You fucking illegitimate, 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 demand to walk ? ``


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


'' I did n't know ... how was I to sleep together ? '' Tam stared fearfully at Jak. `` You 'll be out of meat soon wo n't you ? ``


'' Yes, but the preacher 's reminded me there 's pony for the taking upon the moor. And perhaps some sheep ? '' Jak seemed to calm down a bit, then slowly turned to face Tam. His clenched fist shattered the old man 's pry and cheekbone and sent his psyche back against the rock with a sickening tornado. As Tam slowly slid to the footing Shayna could see the bloody blot left on the cave wall.


Jak quickly unhooked the electron beam from the rusty claw and lowered Shayna to the floor. Once he had unbound her understructure he dragged her nearer to the cave entering, where Tam had been living, wrapped her in a blanket and offered a mug of water to her lips. Only then did he notice the injuries 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 shoot to the very inwardness of her brain.


When she woke up again she was still slumped in the cave incoming and dusk was falling. When she tried to move she could feel no sentiency or ascendance below her calves, she burst into split and fell on her face. 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 immense hoard of collected odds and death for the next couple of hours.


Shayla had dropped off to sleep when Hall pulled the blanket off her and hauled her upright. Half asleep she tired to digest but with no feeling or control condition over her ft she fell forwards into Jak 's arms. He hoisted her up face down over his correctly shoulder and set off for the village.


Elza was waiting for him, puzzled where he could have been for so long. At first she did n't spot the filthy eubstance he carried in with him. Shayla 's bloodstained brass was swollen and distorted and her hair was matted with blood. As it dawned on her that it was Shayla she shrieked `` What 's she doing here ! What the fuck have you done to the little bitch ? ``


'' I 've done nothing to her, I think old Tam did most of the damage '' he said as he gently laid her on the hard wooden floor.


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


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


'' In case you 've forgotten, I 'm your married woman 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 party. '' He went outside and returned with a rusty bucketful containing piss and a rag which he handed to Elza.


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


Jak shrugged in surrender and turned back to frying a couple of small pieces of essence, 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 inhuman mushy brown kelp on a thirdly plate and set it on the level in straw man of Shayla.


Jak did n't sleep with his new wife that night. He pulled a straw mattress out from paries cupboard and rolled it out on the floor. Elza grumpily commented `` So you 're taking good attention of your cocotte then ? ``


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


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


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


Elza stood in the brightness of the spluttering lantern and slowly stripped off, then stood proudly pushing her dresser forward to display her ample breasts. Jak passed her a blanket. `` This is our wedding dark '' she pointed out `` unless you count net night out at sea when you kept me rowing half the clip ! ``


'' Yes, you 're good with the boat '' he conceded `` That 's why I 've taken you as my wife ! '' He looked her naked body up and down, noting her sturdy second joint and duncish upper blazonry `` But there 's no way I 'd require to screw you, or even ploughshare my bed with you. '' Smiling he looked down at Shayla who looked up at him with her one good eye as she dragged herself into a corner on all quatern. Like an obedient dog, he thought `` The cyprian will do for that once she'a healed up a bit and been washed, properly. ``


'' You fucking dickhead '' Elza spat at him. `` You just want a striver to work the boat, while you sleep with that little woman of the street ! ``


'' Sounds fair to me '' Jak replied. `` You help with the boat and the profit, and get well fed for it. She gets fucked, stays locked in the house doing cleanup, washing and anything else she can do on her knee joint and gets fed kelp and leftovers. ``


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


Half stared at her, then looked again down her sturdy bare organic structure `` Like the concluding one went, you say ? ``


'' Yes, you selfish loser '' she replied.


Shayla smiled for the number 1 time in several solar day. She looked up at Elza 's pale belly and wondered where Jak kept his knife ...