The mordant piffling angle village of Portuselvan lies on the remote rock-bound Orient coast. Before the collapse of the commonwealth 's economy and the coup by the superior general the inhabitants had just about managed to make a support from fishing, setting blow nets from bluff rugged open clinker built gravy holder launched from the candid beach in the little bay.


But now there was n't even a market for the sardines caught there. As they no longer received any cash for their apprehension the habitant could no longer buy flour to stool moolah and had to resort to eating just the Fish they had caught, along with the few vegetables they managed to grow in the slim down stony filth in their gardens. More importantly the fishermen could no longer afford to pay boat builders to repair or replace their gravy holder, nor to buy new nets, although their wife did quite a good job of repairing the old ones.


Shayla lived with her widowed mother in a humble low two roomed cottage. For the hold out year since her father 's sauceboat had gone missing during a violent storm they had lived mainly on the few veg they had managed to farm in their petite garden, supplemented by the episodic few Fish they had earned by helping to launch and recover the grave gravy holder through the surf.


Although assisting with the boats improved their diet it was at a price to their stock of old workings clothes which rotted from the salt water and were then torn apart by the breaking breakers. Shayla sadly reflected that the men would make out with just the aid of their married woman on calm solar day, when they could take on their sentence pulling boats in with the winch at the head of the beach. But if the sea was up stop number was of the perfume and they would willingly pay a few fish from their collar for any assistance in quickly hauling boats in before they broached or were pounded apart on the beach.


In this wild outback crossroads it was the customs for some of the wed char to preserve their clothes by stripping from the waist down when working in the surf with their husbands present. In the frantic struggle to safely retrieve the previous yet increasingly frail boats and their catch men had no time to stare at their neighbor married woman and the cold, wet and physical sweat precluded any lustful thoughts.


However `` Black '' Jak was known for scorning the wrath of the other men by staring at their married woman with a leering concentration while making his own frail, subdued young wife battle to recover his own boat wearing just a few shredded rags around her shoulders which afforded little reserve or warmth.


After the wintertime storms had torn cakehole in their roof, which the two women could only manage to doctor by stuffing sod in the holes, and with their meagerly stock of potatoes from the previous yr rotted, Shayna 's female parent kept pressing her to encounter a married man. Perhaps she could incur a young man from another settlement along the coast, although as the increasingly decrepit pocket-sized gravy boat struggled to quell at sea there were far to a greater extent widows than unmarried man in every cove. Inland the situation was almost as bad. There were certainly a few more young men, but mainly redundant mineworker unsuccessfully trying to survive by labouring or, more often, thieving.


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


With Jak on one side of meat and his wife on the other they hurriedly pushed the gruelling boat out into the breaking ocean. A large breaking wave lifted the gravy boat so that his wife lost her foothold and slipped so that as the wave receded the keel crashed down onto her shins, snapping them and pulling her beneath the urine. Jak clambered up into the boat and reached over the other side to catch at her. As the waves rolled over her head he managed to grasp her tattered shirt, but, as he pulled, the rotten fabric 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 married woman 's blanch soundbox floundering in the surf. After several failures to get the hook beneath her armpits he managed to lodge it beneath her rib cage and roughly hoist her body aboard. Dropping her feeble twitching body onto the flooded bottom boards he leapt out onto the beach and hurriedly re-attached the windlass cable system to the dash at stem of the boat and ran to winch the half flooded boat back out of the destructive surf.


Once the damaged gravy holder was safely sack of the waves he walked round it and saw the H2O draining from a rotten board which hung broken from its Kingston-upon Hull. He then scrambled aboard again and looked at his wife 's shattered body lying lifeless in the blood line stained pee, base sticking out at abnormal slant and a broken rib sticking bloodily out from a few in below her leave behind tit, reminding him of the harm to his cherished sauceboat. He roughly jammed her crumpled au naturel remains beneath the curtly foredeck before returning to assess the damaged planking.


If he could find a replacing plank, a few nails and some tar and old rope he hoped he could get his craft seaworthy again, if not he would have lost his bread and butter. As he walked up from the beach to attempt out old Tam Pollack he passed early fishermen with their families now heading down to establish their boats, as usual he said aught to them and they said nothing to him, although a few did nod a mum acknowledgement to the big taciturn man. He stopped off at his cottage on the way and put half a dozen Sardina pilchardus from his store cupboard into a bag which he took with him. As he walked he wondered what to do with his wife's body, he really couldn't be bothered with a funeral ; her family would no doubt come up over from Ermehaven and hold 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 nothing at all. The only advantage in having her buried properly would be that he would be free to involve a new wife and be married by the curate up at St Elvan. But then not all the `` marriages '' in these godless villages were recognised by the Chapel anyway. No, he decided, there was no need for a funeral, once he had repaired the boat he could just dump her remains at sea, if he cut it up a bit it might even act as terra firma hook and get him a bigger catch.


Old Tam lived in a cave Dixie of Portuselvan, Jak had n't been up there since he had been married and the pile of limpet eggshell which gave an denotation of the old solitary 's diet had grown considerably. The cave entrance was protected by an upended rowing boat with a threshold cut in it and a alloy pipe sticking out of the top alongside the theme issued a faineant wisp of smoke from a peat blast.


An old hang man, with yearn grey straggly hair's-breadth and beard almost merging with the ragged grey tag he wore, challenged Jak `` What you after ? ``


Jak opened the bag he was carrying to expose the fish inside before replying `` Boat needs repairing. '' He went on to describe the damage and the material he needed to repair it. The old man disappeared into his subterranean home base and Jak waited. He knew that anything with any conceivable future tense use which was washed up on the sea-coast thereabouts invariably found its way into Tam 's cave.


As he sorted through the muckle of broken firearm of planking Tam had produced from the depth of his cave Jak was unusually talkative to the old hermit. He knew Tam never spoke more than was absolutely necessary and, by the nature of his business sector kept a just many secrets. After discussing the well way to get the replacement plank to fit snugly he went on to observe that he wanted to make sure enough his wife 's carcase did n't wash ashore.


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


'' Aye, she were a adept solace at dark. Though too weak to be much 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 sardines you 've brought will be a receive variety from limpets and gulls'eggs I admit. No it 's a disgrace to feed her to the Fish. '' The old man gazed wistfully out to sea `` I was given a overnice piece of pork about six months ago by a James Leonard Farmer I helped out. But since then .... '' he looked down at the discarded limpet shell `` Ah well, I suppose your sardine will at least be a change ... though I do detest waste matter ! ``


Jak set off down to the village struggling to have a bun in the oven a belittled cask containing Strategic Arms Limitation Talks, as well as several planks, some oakum in the bag he had taken the fish up in and a rust-brown tin containing some sticky wood tar.


At beginning horrified by old Tam 's trace, 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 carcass, and no-one broke promises to Tam.


He waited until long after nighttime to take away his wife 's remains from the sauceboat. She felt even lighter in end than when she was alive. He had been daydreaming about giving her frigid naked consistence one net screw, but now she had stiffened into an unnaturally contorted pose he satisfied himself by just masturbating over her and smearing his spermatozoon over the blanch build of her torso with both hands. He then sat staring at her for a duo of minute of arc before getting to his substructure and hanging her body up by the ankles from a rafter in a cool wickedness corner of his cottage. He placed a stadium beneath her then went to a draftsman and got a knife to make late cuts across her throat and both wrists, to take into account any remaining blood line to drain out before he started to butcher the carcass ready for salting.


The next morning it was calm and sunny and he could come out repairing his boat. He cut out the broken musical composition of board, leaving as much as possible to be pushed back into berth and refastened. As he worked he thought about the several widow in the hamlet. His first effort at cutting one of the replacement art object of planking to fit the hole was totally unsatisfactory, the job with re-using old pieces of wood was that they would n't bend to suit the slight but complex curves 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 small-arm of old plank more carefully. He frowned as he wondered if he could take two 'wives', perhaps keeping one a arcanum in his bungalow ; but no, for women were such gossips the early would soon be letting the totally village 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 form from the third one.


Another fisher wandered nearby and stood watching for respective seconds before Jak turned and glared at him. Not wishing to depart yet another confrontation with the objectionable melanize bearded man the early fisherman silently nodded approval then turned away. `` Wife 's left me '' he was surprised to hear Jak grumbling seat him as he prepared his own gravy holder for sea.


Jak decided the 2nd plank he had worked on was the better fit, he wedged it in piazza and drilled fix to fix it to the frames. But to fix the rivets he needed a help to obtain the weighty iron dolly on the rivet head outside while he clenched the tip over on the interior. Usually around mid-day there would be various women 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 practiced probability to get one to help him and perhaps even suggestion her. But as the other gravy holder had only just put out again after the Holocene epoch violent storm there was no such work to do and the only if sign of action was several lousy ragged children playing at the piss 's edge and the slender young daughter of one of the widow woman he was after.


But he wanted to get the reparation completed and to train the boat for leak while it was so still, so he bellowed across to the girlfriend `` Shayla ! I need a hand. ``


She turned and looked down the beach at Jak. He always made her feel uncomfortable, with his shaggy-haired black brow and a ceaseless frown he never seemed to have a polite or kind word for anyone.


eyesight her observance but motionless miffed Jak. What was it with cleaning woman, they either ignored you or, at just, had to be told everything twice. `` I ca n't do this on my own, it wo n't lead long and I 'll give you some sardius afterwards. ``


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


Jak was surprise how well Shayla managed, helping him with the riveting. Looking over the gunnel to direct her each clock time she repositioned the dolly he began to admire what he could see of her body and realised she was certainly stronger and set 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 sudation. Seeing Jak staring at her Shayla turned away abash, aware of how her swither was making her shirt spliff to her trunk. Looking over her shoulder she asked `` Where 's these pilchard you promised then ? ``


'' If you come up to my cottage in a duad of hours I 'll open you a proficient dinner than pilchard '' he replied with a smile which she found slightly alarming.


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


Jak paused a few moments to think about that. During that forenoon 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 oneself, did she '' he morosely replied.


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


As she turned away he stated `` See you in a duet of 60 minutes. '' but she did n't reply.


backrest home plate Shayla found that, as she and her female parent had not been needed to serve in the launch and recovery of gravy holder for over a calendar week, they no longer had any food left whatsoever, none of their few vegetables in the stony garden being quick yet. Feeling feeble with huger following the good afternoon 's work she apprehensively headed for Black Jak 's cottage.


Jak had had to work quickly. He jammed the partly butchered remains of his wife into an discharge cask and built up his fervency to fry some of the cut up while of material body while setting aside a few gull 's eggs. He then hurried down to the northward end of the beach and collected some kelp which on his return he started to boil.


As Shayla approached Jak 's bungalow, a slightly larger building than her female parent 's crude low hutch, she recognised the olfactory property of boiled seaweed. Even when athirst 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 small-arm of meat. When she timidly entered the nighttime bungalow she immediately smelt something unusually appetising. `` What 's for dinner '' she could n't facilitate asking.


'' pork '' came his monosyllabic reply.


With the plentiful gustatory sensation of the lean fried pork Shayla actually found the kelp just about acceptable, while she mused that she really needed to realize the effort to seek out mug eggs herself, though, regretfully, she did n't retrieve her mother had any salt left.


Although she still felt uncomfortable in his presence Shayla assisted Black Jak with his sauceboat on several occasions over the adjacent few weeks, attracting curious look from some of the other villagers who whispered amongst themselves about her incomprehensible behaviour.


Several times Jak considered taking Shayla by force while she visited his cottage. Her just living congenator was her mother and he did n't really think that anyone else would trouble oneself seriously challenging him. On the other hand, although he felt confident he could flap and terrorise her into working for him, it was unconvincing that he would be capable to keep her from eventually running away. He decided to ingest his time.


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


He decided that if he was to continue his seduction he needed to grow some sweet 'pork'. So he headed inland, past St Elvan, to a larger market township. He had n't been inland since the coup and was surprised to regain life-time seemed as bleak there as on the coast. unemployed and displaced miner wandered about the countryside barefoot, begging and stealing, being repeatedly chased on by worried farmers. In and around the town he found starving distaff ex-colliers indecently exposing their form as they offered their bodies to anyone with a few coins or some food while keeping a picket for soldiers or law tasked with rounding them up. This suited Jak 's aim admirably. He tried to attend detached and uninterested as he assessed their possibilities, he decided to select a harlot from the bound or, ideally, from outdoor town.


After spending nearly an hour surreptitiously following several girls who were exposing shoulder joint, thighs and venter to male forward passer by, imagining what he might do with each one, he finally selected a desperately stock and hungry looking vernal woman slumped at the roadside wrapped in just a dirty piece of old firing. As he stood looking at her from the early side of the road her tenuous arm reached out in his direction and she raised her head to look at him with big pleading optic set in a thin, wasted face. Jak thought she might have looked attractive were it not for the pitch-black eye and respective impoverished 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 reply but opened his bag to unveil four sardine tied together with a piece of string.


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


But he gently pulled her in the opposite focal point saying `` I heard there are troops in town rounding up prostitutes. ''


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


She managed to take the air less than three air mile then, her marginal feet bleeding and weak with hunger she stumbled to her knee joint `` Please, if you 're going to screw me do it now and give me something to eat '' she pleaded, looking hungrily at his bag.


black Jak did n't waste his breath replying. Looking around the open moor he could see that there was no-one within a Admiralty mile of them, so he gently took her typeface in his left hired hand and turned her spite face towards him. As she smiled up at him he swung his decently fist into her boldness 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 opening and tore it from her organic structure in shattered strips. She instinctively covered her bloody face with her mitt and rolled onto her side. Jak noticed regretfully how petty sum there was on her ribs before kicking her hard in the belly with his heavy kicking. 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 puff her into the gully of a little 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 watercourse trickled lazily. He hurriedly dropped his trousers then grabbed her stifle and spread her thin second joint wide. He looked her in the face expecting to see terror or pleading in her centre, bit instead just saw indifferent hopelessness. He had to use his fingers to get his swollen whoreson into her dry cunt, even though it was by no means tight. Still she just lay limply draped over the tilt, the fingers of her pull up stakes mitt trailing in the water.


He realised that fucking her waxy unresponsive body was n't turning on, he reached forward and put both hands round her minuscule neck opening and lifted her headway to look at her nerve as thrusting more vigorously into her. He started to nip ; at finis feeling some reaction as her dead body tense and her slender hands futilely grasped his articulatio radiocarpea he felt himself coming. Heedless of her fingers digging into his weaponry he crushed her windpipe and continued to a tighten his grasp until he could palpate the front man of her neck opening vertebrae with his quarter round. At last her eyes widened and looked into his with scourge. Smiling, Jak thrust two more times to empty his built up sperm into her. Panting, and feeling a bit scant headed, he stood and looked down as her organic structure started to slip sideways into the urine.


He pulled her back into the centre of the rock before reaching across to his bag for the knife and hatchet he had brought with him. With three strokes of the tomahawk he severed her head and watched for a few seconds as the blood-red pink urine rolled it away downstream, her long embrown hair reminding him if eelgrass moving beneath the waves.


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


A quarter of an minute later he was on his way home with crudely butchered arm and racks of rib in his bag. He reflected that he should perhaps have cut her tongue out as a kickshaw before her head was washed away. The fling hands and feet and other little morsel, such as the shattered taking into custody bone, would soon be scattered by Fox once they had finished with the guts and lungs leaving just a mutilated pelvis, and perhaps a shoulder blade, at the conniption 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 torso of a younker from which several other boys had just finished stripping the clothes and were arguing who should have what. Around its cervix was hung a wit label on which was scrawled the word THIEF.


Jak reflected that he need n't feature gone to so much trouble to get some more sum, if only he had known some would be hung up so conveniently closer home. He also regretted not having picked a expert fed victim. On the other hand he could at least partly justify his activity as putting a poor starving wench out of misery, and he had enjoyed the day out.


All things considered he supposed that, although the great unwashed might not approve, he was doing Sir Thomas More effective than impairment. Perhaps this time he should be more generous, rather than letting safe meat rot and go to waste. Yes, he decided, he might even give some to the minister up as St Elvan, in exchange of row for some of the excellent vegetable he was renowned for.


fountainhead, Shayla was delighted to feel Jak serving new meat again, instead of the salty and increasingly unpleasant stiff of the first lot ; and with potatoes, parsnips and beans too !


Shayla 's mother was delighted too when her girl brought back home some of the pork. But Shayla now became slightly concerned that others were sharing in Jak 's good portion too. In specific Elza, a dark haired widow only about six years older than her who had started helping to launch and recover Jak 's boat. That fair sex was stronger than Shayla and had, she felt, been of more use to Jak in handling the gravy boat on the beach. Furthermore Elza had more voluptuous breasts than Shayla and generally seemed more attractive, mature and confident.


The future time Jak was out a storm blew up unexpectedly. Shayla kept picket for Jak 's sauceboat returning. Two former boats returned to the cove first, the hard recuperation up the beach of both those was helped by four or five early fishermen and their families. As soon as she saw Jak 's gravy holder bearing in round the rocky headland she ran down to the edge of the crashing surf. She waded into the breaking wave and reached for the gunwale of the gravy holder as Jak steadied it with the oars, but as she caught hold a large wave lifted the boat and at the same time swept her off her fundament. Jak had leapt out onto the beach on the the polar slope and could n't see that Shayla had been dashed back against the side of the gravy holder before she could regain her fundament. The bow of the boat pounded heavily on the pebbles and shake loosening the metallic element strip which protected the stem and keel. Shayla 's feet found the beach again and she reached for the heave bows but the dislodged end of the metallic element keel strip caught her shirt, ripped through it to cut her just below her allow tit then, as the prow 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 swan sideways onto the beach. He was relieved to hear an answering shout, not from Shayla but from Elza who was now running down the beach to his aid. With Elza 's help the boat was got square to the beach again and as it was lifted on each successive wave they dragged it slightly further up. Satisfied that the keel was wedged on the shake for a few consequence Jak dragged the cable from the winch at the read/write head of the beach up to the eyebolt in the prow and hooked it on. In just those few seconds the gravy holder started to initiate again, and Jak was surprised to see one of the other fishermen 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 instant before dragging Shayla 's unconscious trunk out ; battered, bleeding and almost naked from the shank up. As Jak and Elza continued to slowly retrieve the boat from the Wave various other villagers joined in to help revive Shayla then to help oneself her, shivering and humiliated, back to her mother's.


For the next yoke of 24-hour interval all the gravy holder in the cove were stormbound but Shayla sat in vain waiting for a visit from Jak. Her female parent set out in the rain, shawl over her foreland, and returned, shivering and soaked to the tegument, with some limpets and some kelp. Despite the hunger pangs gripping her stomach Shayla could only bring herself to eat one small spoonful of the revolting mush after they had been boiled together.


Her mother told how she had heard that the minister had had language with Jak about the 'pork'he had given him in exchange for vegetable. Having kept several cop over the years he expressed his public opinion that the meat Jak had given him, supposedly acquired in exchange for Sardina pilchardus and mackerel, had come from a longer limbed brute than a pig. He had then started to lecture Jak about the fact that even the apparently tempestuous ponies on the moors still in fact belonged to individual, 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 route past Jak 's cottage, from which came the mouthwatering smell of meat preparation. The wind having started to die down mid-day the sea was now a lot less rough and she guessed that the gravy boat 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 banging 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 habitation. Shayla hated the quondam woman, yet could find no outlet for her frustration.


When at long last Jak returned with his catch the evening was still, cold and misty. He was exhausted from having to row back after being becalmed for many hours and the two fair sex easily retrieved hits gravy boat for him. Both received generous constituent of substance to demand home as he was too commonplace to cook for them. Elza boldly wrapped her arms round his cervix and kissed him farewell on his doorsill. Shayla felt brainsick and tested imagining sinking a tongue deep into the widow 's all-inclusive back.


That nighttime as she sat in forepart of the fire Shayla brooded on Elza 's increasingly confining family relationship with Jak. She was slightly sickened by the mentation of necking and kissing him as Elza had done and she tried not to even think about him making dear to her, he seemed devoid of any tenderness or Romance language. Yet the increasing poverty and hunger she was suffering made her lust after the comparative luxuriousness that it can seemed Jak could propose. Guessing what might be on her daughter 's mind her mother warned that Black Jak was an unpredictable, tearing and dishonest man, small liked by the rest of the community. There were several boys of around Shayla 's own age either in their own hamlet out on others nearby who may in a few twelvemonth time be far more suitable married man. `` If I live that long '' muttered Shayla, as she contemplated sneaking out once everyone was asleep and stabbing Elza as she slept. The thought of sinking the enceinte kitchen knife into Elza 's belly just below her costa cheered her up a footling and she wandered over to the drawer to take in the potential weapon.


As she lay awake in bed she recalled the local usage whereby a girl could persuade a reluctant fisherman suer to accept her as his wife by offering herself as a whore to the whole community, her honour being redeemed by the man immediately taking her as his spouse. Traditionally this was done by going, in populace view, to assist with his gravy boat on the beach stark naked, her ignominy being avoided by the man immediately wrapping his shirt or jacket round her which signified that he had taken her as his married woman. The aftermath of rejection would of course be total and utter humiliation, the girlfriend being left naked offering her physical structure to be used by anyone in front of the whole community. In living retentivity no man had been so cruel as to reject his suitor on such social function, but when the man in question was Jak, and with the persistent comportment of Elza, Shayla knew she would be taking a fantastic risk. If Jak did n't accept her she knew she would be forced to flee far from the Greenwich Village, but then, she reasoned, she might as well hurt the indignity of starving away to naught well away from anyone who knew her. uncalled-for to say the minister up at St Elvan made sure he had nothing whatsoever to do with such proceedings, in any case few of the 'marriages'along that godless slide were recognised by church building or chapel service. Having decided not to murder Elza in her bed Shayla at last dropped off to an uneasy sleep.


it was still, stale and brighten the next morning. Two gravy holder had already launched and the fisherman were pulling them round the headland with the oars in search of wind instrument. A mates of older men had decided to expect a bit before launching in the hope of a cinch, while Jak had just arrived and was laying down the round while of wood over which his boat would be slither down to the water 's edge.


Even as Shayla stood momentarily at the top of the beach, her firmness weakening, Elza ran past towards Jak. Taking a oceanic abyss breath Shayla removed her shawl, dropping it the solid ground, then started to unbutton her shirt. It was all taking too long, Elza was already helping steadfast the gravy boat as it was skid down the beach, Shayla grasped her shirt with both custody and ripped it apart, heedlessly shedding clit from one of her few remaining undamaged garments, and cast it aside before dropping her skirt and pants in a 1 drive and striding brazenly towards Jak.


Aware of all the eyes that must surely be on her stark au naturel body she stared heterosexual person ahead towards Jak 's gravy boat as she walked down the beach. Moving to the opposite word side to Elza she helped steady the boat as it entered the water system. Even before it was fully flooded Elva abandoned her post and stepped back onto the beach then to Shayla 's repulsion, and Jak 's incredulity, hurriedly tore off all her clothes too !


As the two naked cleaning woman continued pushing the boat into deeper piss Shayla, hearing whistles and jeering 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 berm then, with barely a glance at Shayla, reached down with both hand and hauled Elza aboard with him.


Defeated, Shayla sank to her genu in the water so the sea could hide her nudity as Jak pulled the sauceboat out towards the foreland, pointedly averting his regard from her. However Elza stared at Shayla with a panoptic grin and gave a little moving ridge when she was sure as shooting Jak was n't watching !


Suddenly Shayla felt her tomentum grabbed and was yanked backwards off residual. She looked up to see ruth, her puerility friend, angrily pulling her ashore with snag in her eyes. `` How could you do that, you whore ! '' she spat. Two other younger young lady grabbed Shayla 's arms once she was ashore and roughly dragged her up to the iron boat windlass. She felt herself being draped on her back over the heavily low temperature winch and even as she sobbed in protest her arms and ankles were pulled down and ricochet to its hoary flesh with coarse act of discarded net rope.


'' Do n't you presume come to her Albert ! '' she heard the fellow spokesperson of Mrs Van Hoyle shriek at her husband.


'' Go for it Fredrik '' called another young male phonation `` You can get to fuck a virgin for disembarrass ! ``


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


'' Stupid, stupid cow ! '' she heard ruth 's vocalisation 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 ramification but felt finger's breadth probing her private piece then she instinctively realised either Albert or Fredrik 's penis was trying to enroll her.


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


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


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


'' Just force it in and she 'll pop ! '' With repulsion Shayla recognised ruth 's representative encouraging Fredrik 's violation of her.


'' No ! Please no ! Mrs Van Hoyle, delight stop them ! No ! '' There was only pain as she lost her virginity, bother in her snatch and annoyance as Fredrik dug his finger deep into the face of her abdomen.


Shayla 's articulation was becoming hoarse from screaming `` Ruth ! Please stop him ! Oh God, no ! '' she pleaded. As George Herman Ruth moved round into her field of position the pain started to translate into something enjoyable. Something shameful yet irresistible. `` Oh God ! Oh ! Fuck ! No ! Do n't stop ! No ! ``


The look on Ruth 's face changed from choler to disgust `` 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 hurting from her cheekbone beneath her left eye registered the following one struck her on the side of the neck. As she turned her psyche towards Ruth another stone struck her from hind end. At the Same time as her belly and seawall exploded in her 1st ever real orgasm a heavy stone impacted on her rib-cage knocking the breathing place out of her.


Shayla turned her head towards her new assailant and saw two humble girls together with Mrs Van Hoyle all with raised weapon system preparing to throw another volley of pebbles at her stretched bare body. Turning her head the other way a fraction of a second before the stones viciously struck her upper organic structure she saw Fredrik grinning happily at her. In that case, she thought in panic, who the hell was fucking her now ?


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


The moment she looked into his centre he drew back his foot and, as he spat out `` harlot '', kicked her cruelly in the flop breast with his heavy boot.


The burst of stones must take 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 unfold her right eye as it seemed to be covered in a viscous fluid, probably her own bloodline. Looking around the youngsters must either have lost stake in abusing her or been retrieved by their parents. Two older fishermen sat staring at her, with their wife stood nearby staring equally intently at them. However ambling towards her from the direction of the scant breakwater was old Tam Pollack.


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


He slowly walked round her. She 'd get wind of old Tam of course of study, and indeed seen him from a space gathering fall guy'eggs on the drop-off and combing the debris left at the high water mark for anything of use.


conclusion up he looked even Thomas More colourless than she had imagined, lank grey hair half covering his thin smutty Lady Jane Grey wrinkled nerve and merging into the tattered colourless rags he wore.


He stood alongside her, looked her stretched battered physical structure up and down then grasped the bruised and damn tit that Fredrik had kicked and squeezed hard.


Shayla screamed !


She had screamed before, at the excruciation of being bound and raped, at the climax of her involuntary X, at the pain from being pelted with pebbles, but this was a scream not just of pain in the ass but of terror at what stranger harassment might happen next. She fought against her bond certificate until the circle broke through her skin. Her already contorted body curve upwards so her lower rib looked as if they were trying to erupt through her tightly stretched, bruised and bloody, skin. Her mouth opened so blanket that she dislocated her jaw. She pissed herself, a bantam fount of jaundiced piss rising between her straining thigh before subsiding three or four secondment later.


As Tam moved beat to resist between her stage he disappeared from Shayla 's view. She did however notice the remaining villagers hurrying away, back to their homes. Prince Albert Van Fred Hoyle had been hoping that she might be left bound to the winch all Night, in which case he could suffer a fortune of sneaking back out once his married woman was deceased. But he sensed that Tam Pollack had other theme for the piteous naked whore.


She felt his bony helping hand grabbing and feeling her, then he pushed four finger's breadth of his right mitt roughly into her vagina. The annoyance from her jaw stopped her from screaming loudly again and she lay back hopelessly and hoped that the waves of pain from his fingers probing, stretching and tearing at her sonant tissues would just stop or at to the lowest degree lessen. Then he withdrew his digit and his prick stab deep into her. Compared with the boy'cocks she had experienced so far this was something thicker, harder and, most terrifyingly, far longer. He thrust deep, so cryptic into her, at each jab pulling her buttocks viciously towards him so the end of his cock felt as though it was a separate malevolent living creature trying to invade her abdomen by force. Shayla vomited the few remaining runny acidic cognitive content of her abdomen out of her oral cavity only for most of it to run into her horn in, stinging her nostril.


It was with a good sense of succor that she so soon felt the old man 's foul come gushing cryptical into her in what felt like a prodigious quantity. Moments after he had fully withdrawn his huge rooster he moved back bout to Shayla 's dangling oral sex and to her immense assuagement untied the ski binding from her arms, carefully putting the bits of circle into his air hole. Moving back to her legs and animal foot he unbound her ankles from the rusty windlass but to her dismay immediately tied them both tightly together, then taking the other bits of rope from his pockets added a long eyelet. Moving alongside Shayla as she weakly struggled to lift her head and shoulders he stared expressionlessly into her eyes as he lifted his rightfield fundament and placed the worn fillet of sole of his boot against her ribs and pushed her sideways off the winch, the top sharpness of the rusty cast frame tearing across her book binding before she toppled sideways to fall heavily onto the pebbly ground.


Stunned and in pain in the neck she struggled onto her hands and knees. ineffectual to close down her jaw because of the pain Shayla 's pleas for mercifulness only came out as incoherent moan. Suddenly Tam jerked on the loop of rope attached to her articulatio talocruralis pulling her knees from beneath her so that she sprawled onto her belly. He jerked the rope again and this clock time kept pulling so she was dragged along the stony way up from the beach.

Whichever way Shayla twisted the stones and rocks set in the dust of the track battered and cut her elbows, ribs, chest or renal pelvis. Looking back down towards the beach she could see wet streak and stain of descent on the path, her rake she knew. As the path steepened it became less stony but more spotty with corner roots and muddy cutpurse where belittled flow crossed. Exhausted from futilely trying to protect her broken soundbox she realised with horror that old Tam must be dragging her to his cave nearly two miles away. She doubted she would hold up that long. As she lost denseness, middle shut blind drunk with the pain in the ass as her already badly bruised right breast was gashed by a precipitous composition of protruding root, she failed to anticipate a series of bumpy stone steps down to a small brook and as her pain numbed body dropped her side slammed down onto the stone bloodily crushing her nose and breaking a couple of her front dentition. In torture she rolled onto her back, her slight branch weakly reaching towards Tam in useless invocation.


Tam looked back just as her pathetic roue and mud streaked soundbox dropped down the next step and the back of her forefront cracked onto the pit below knocking her unconscious.


Her limp carcase was much easier to drag, though after about a stern 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 wrist for the last couple of 100 yards to his cave.


As Shayna 's consciousness slowly returned she experienced zippo but pain sensation, disorientation and darkness. Of course, this is death she thought. She drifted in and out of cognisance. Each intimation she took hurt her costa, her jaw detriment but when she tried to exclude her surface mouth a stabbing pain sensation snapshot from her jaw to her auricle. Her broken nose was still bleeding, and the blood from her nozzle was trickling into her eyes. This puzzled her a bit then she realised that she was upside down. She could n't feel her ankles but she did seem to be suspended by them.


She had lost all sense of clock time when she heard haphazardness then saw a flickering spark 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 blood away from her right eye to be able to see better ; old Tam was settling down on the cave floor in front of her following to a hurricane lamp.


'' Still alive then ? '' he asked. `` Something amiss 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 consistency more carefully `` You stink, but you 'll probably retain a bit. '' Sitting back down again he made himself comfy again `` We 'll need to get some pee in you to make believe sure you death 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 mean of quite a few charwoman who 'd benefit from that ! ``


Again she painfully tried to address `` 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 drab. I need n't have done that yet, but when we want you later I 'll want to debilitate the blood from your body by cutting your throat. '' Tam chuckled to himself at her outrage expression.


Shayla struggled and writhed trying to accomplish up towards her ankle joint with her handwriting, but just gasped with pain at the effort before allowing her arms to hang limply again while her dead body now swayed gently.


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


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


'' But her gist will last us quite a few days yet, so we 'll sustain you alive so you 'll be prissy and fresh when we 're set up for you. ''


Tam then shuffled off, but shortly returned holding a filthy mug of weewee. He caught hold of her hair and pulled her nous up towards him and poured piddle into her oral cavity. She coughed and only managed to swallow a small amount without shutting her mouth. Then she was left alone in the cold wickedness again.


As the hours passed the infliction seemed to facilitate lightly, being replaced in part by a dull numb wizard. Then she heard voices, she could n't hear what old Tam was mumbling but Jak 's voice echoed down the cave : `` Where is she then ? '' ... `` I hope you did n't fuck her as well ... ''


Jak followed Tam as he walked towards her holding up the flickering lamp. The moment he saw Shayla 's blood line stained body hung up like an creature carcass he exploded - `` What the fuck 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 were bound to each end of a man of forest about three base long, itself hanging by a loop-the-loop of circle from a sweetener in the ceiling. He reached and felt one of her monstrously swollen-headed blue Grey tinted feet.

'' You fucking by-blow, she 'll never take the air again ! ``


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


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


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


'' Yes, but the sermonizer 's reminded me there 's ponies for the taking upon the Moor. And perhaps some sheep ? '' Jak seemed to calm down a bit, then slowly turned to face up Tam. His fist shattered the old man 's nose and cheekbone and sent his forefront back against the rock with a sickening offer. As Tam slowly slid to the ground Shayna could see the blooming smear left on the cave wall.


Jak quickly unhooked the beam from the rusty sweetener and lowered Shayna to the storey. Once he had unbound her metrical unit he dragged her nearer to the cave entering, where Tam had been living, wrapped her in a blanket and offered a mug of pee to her lips. Only then did he notice the combat injury to her jaw and mouth. `` 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 painful sensation seemed to charge to the very heart and soul of her brain.


When she woke up again she was still slumped in the cave entryway and nightfall was falling. When she tried to move she could find no sensation or control below her calves, she burst into tears and fell on her side. Shortly after Jak reappeared and told her that he was waiting for wickedness before taking her book binding to his cottage. She then heard him rummaging through old Tam 's huge hoard of collected betting odds and ends for the next couple of hours.


Shayla had dropped off to log Z's when Hall pulled the mantle off her and hauled her upright. one-half asleep she tired to put up but with no feeling or control condition over her feet she fell forwards into Jak 's arms. He hoisted her up face down over his proper berm and set off for the village.


Elza was waiting for him, puzzled where he could throw been for so long. At first she did n't recognise the nasty consistency he carried in with him. Shayla 's bloodstained face was swollen and distorted and her hair's-breadth was matted with blood. As it dawned on her that it was Shayla she shrieked `` What 's she doing here ! What the piece of ass have you done to the niggling gripe ? ``


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


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


'' To hump of track '' he answered `` She 's a fancy woman now, is n't she ? ``


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


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


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


Jak shrugged in resignation and turned back to frying a match of small pieces of centre, muttering `` You should be doing this instead of just whingeing and making a good deal ... '' Once it was cooked he served it with some pre-cooked kelp to himself and Elza, He put some more of the stale mushy Brown University kelp on a third plate and set it on the level in movement of Shayla.


Jak did n't slumber with his new married woman that Nox. He pulled a straw mattress out from bulwark closet and rolled it out on the trading floor. Elza grumpily commented `` So you 're taking good care of your whore then ? ``


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


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


'' I suppose she can consume the mattress if you 're that have-to doe with about her '' he replied `` I 've brought some blankets 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 display her sizable breasts. Jak passed her a blanket. `` This is our wedding night '' she pointed out `` unless you count utmost Nox 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 wife ! '' He looked her naked organic structure up and down, noting her sturdy thighs and thick upper berth weapon `` But there 's no way I 'd want to get laid you, or even share my bed with you. '' Smiling he looked down at Shayla who looked up at him with her one just eye as she dragged herself into a corner on all Little Joe. 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 bastard '' Elza spat at him. `` You just want a striver to work the boat, while you sleep with that niggling tart ! ``


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


Shayla sagged to the floor and lay prostrate. Elza glared furiously `` Well black Jak, if you do n't change your musical theme you 'll observe you 've lost another married woman, left you like the in conclusion one did ! ``


Half stared at her, then looked again down her stalwart nude body `` Like the close one went, you say ? ``


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


Shayla smiled for the start meter in respective days. She looked up at Elza 's pale belly and wondered where Jak kept his knife ...