The down little sportfishing village of Portuselvan lies on the remote rock-bound due east coast. Before the prostration of the Republic 's economy and the coup by the superior general the inhabitants had just about managed to pee-pee a aliveness from fishing, setting drift net profit from bluff rugged open clinker brick built boats launched from the open beach in the little bay.


But now there was n't even a market for the sardine caught there. As they no longer received any John Cash for their taking into custody the inhabitants could no longer buy flour to make staff of life and had to resort to eating just the fish they had caught, along with the few vegetables they managed to arise in the lose weight stony soil in their gardens. More importantly the fisherman could no longer afford to pay gravy holder builder to vivify or supersede their boats, nor to buy new nets, although their wife did quite a unspoilt job of repairing the old ones.


Shayla lived with her widowed mother in a pocket-size low two roomed bungalow. For the last yr since her begetter 's gravy boat had gone missing during a storm they had lived mainly on the few vegetable they had managed to originate in their midget garden, supplemented by the occasional few fish they had earned by helping to launch and recover the laboured boats through the surf.


Although assisting with the boats improved their dieting it was at a cost to their stock of old workings clothes which rotted from the salinity body of water and were then torn apart by the breaking surf. Shayla sadly reflected that the men would grapple with just the aid of their married woman on calm days, when they could exact their time pulling sauceboat in with the winch at the caput of the beach. But if the sea was up speed was of the essence and they would willingly pay a few Pisces the Fishes from their catch for any help in quickly hauling boats in before they broached or were pounded apart on the beach.


In this wild remote hamlet it was the usance for some of the married char to maintain their clothes by stripping from the waist down when working in the breaker with their husbands confront. In the frantic struggle to safely retrieve the previous yet increasingly weak boat and their catches men had no time to stare at their neighbour wives and the cold, wet and forcible exertion precluded any lustful thoughts.


However `` blackness '' Jak was known for scorning the anger of the former men by staring at their wives with a leering concentration while making his own frail, subdued young wife struggle to recoup his own boat wearing away just a few shredded ragtime around her shoulder which afforded little modestness or warmth.


After the wintertime storms had torn holes in their roof, which the two women could only handle to amend by stuffing turf in the kettle of fish, and with their meagre stock certificate of tater from the previous year rotted, Shayna 's female parent kept pressing her to get a husband. Perhaps she could observe a young man from another village along the coast, although as the increasingly decrepit small-scale boats struggled to stay at sea there were far more widow woman than bachelors in every cove. Inland the situation was almost as bad. There were certainly a few More young men, but mainly redundant miners unsuccessfully trying to hold up by labouring or, more often, thieving.


former one Sunday dawning, after four daytime of violent storm, the sea finally died down by enough for Jak to attempt to found 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 side and his married woman on the other they hurriedly pushed the sonorous boat out into the breaking sea. A large breaking waving lifted the boat so that his wife lost her footing and slipped so that as the wave receded the keel crashed down onto her shin, snapping them and pulling her beneath the water. Jak clambered up into the sauceboat and reached over the other side to grab at her. As the undulation rolled over her head he managed to grasp her tattered shirt, but, as he pulled, the stinking material came away in his hand. Again and again the boat pounded on the beach, it sprang a plank near the keel and water system started running in. Jak hurriedly grabbed a boat-hook and grappled for his wife 's pale body floundering in the surf. After various failures to get the hook beneath her axillary fossa he managed to stick it beneath her rib cage and roughly hoist her eubstance aboard. Dropping her feeble twitching body onto the flooded fanny dining table he leapt out onto the beach and hurriedly re-attached the windlass cable to the bolt at stem of the boat and ran to winch the half flooded boat back out of the destructive surf.


Once the damaged boat was safely clear of the Wave he walked rhythm it and saw the water draining from a rotten board which hung broken from its hull. He then scrambled aboard again and looked at his wife 's shatter body lying lifeless in the blood stained water, feet sticking out at unnatural angle and a broken rib sticking bloodily out from a few inches below her exit breast, reminding him of the equipment casualty to his precious boat. He roughly jammed her crumpled au naturel clay beneath the short foredeck before returning to assess the damaged planking.


If he could feel a replacement board, 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 livelihood. As he walked up from the beach to seek out old Tam Pollack he passed early fisher 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 dumb acknowledgment to the big taciturn man. He stopped off at his cottage on the way and put half a dozen pilchard from his store cupboard into a bag which he took with him. As he walked he wondered what to do with his wife's trunk, he really couldn't be bothered with a funeral ; her family would no doubt come over from Ermehaven and keep belittling him like they did when he got get hitched with and all the villagers would ask intellectual nourishment and ale or cider which he couldn't afford. Perhaps he should just say she had left him, or indeed just say nada at all. The only reward in having her buried properly would be that he would be rid to film a new wife and be married by the minister up at St Elvan. But then not all the `` married couple '' in these godless Greenwich Village were recognised by the Chapel anyway. No, he decided, there was no demand for a funeral, once he had repaired the boat he could just deck her remains at sea, if he cut it up a bit it might even act as flat coat come-on and get him a bigger catch.


Old Tam lived in a cave Confederate States of Portuselvan, Jak had n't been up there since he had been married and the pile of limpet case which gave an reading of the old hermit 's diet had grown considerably. The cave entrance was protected by an upend rowing gravy holder with a doorway cut in it and a metal tobacco pipe sticking out of the top alongside the stem issued a faineant wisp of skunk from a peat fire.


An old bent man, with longsighted grey straggly hairsbreadth and whiskers almost merging with the vex grey tabloid he wore, challenged Jak `` What you after ? ``


Jak opened the bag he was carrying to reveal the Pisces the Fishes inside before replying `` boat needs repairing. '' He went on to describe the harm and the cloth he needed to repair it. The old man disappeared into his subterranean home and Jak waited. He knew that anything with any conceivable future use which was washed up on the coast thereabouts invariably found its way into Tam 's cave.


As he sorted through the mass of broken pieces of planking Tam had produced from the depths of his cave Jak was unusually blabbermouthed to the old troglodyte. He knew Tam never spoke Thomas More than was absolutely necessary and, by the nature of his business kept a good many secrets. After discussing the best way to get the permutation plank to fit snugly he went on to mention that he wanted to make sure his wife 's carcass did n't wash off ashore.


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


'' Aye, she were a good comfort at night. Though too faint to be much use handling the gravy 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 welcome variety from limpets and seagull'orchis I admit. No it 's a pity to flow her to the fishes. '' The old man gazed wistfully out to sea `` I was given a Nice musical composition of pork about six calendar month ago by a husbandman I helped out. But since then .... '' he looked down at the discarded limpet casing `` Ah well, I suppose your sard will at least be a change ... though I do detest waste ! ``


Jak set off down to the Village struggling to carry a lowly cask containing salt, as well as several board, some oakum in the bag he had taken the fish up in and a rusty tin containing some viscid Grant Wood tar.


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


He waited until long after dark to remove his wife 's clay from the sauceboat. She felt even lighter in death than when she was alert. He had been daydreaming about giving her moth-eaten au naturel organic structure one net fuck, 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 torso with both workforce. He then sat staring at her for a couple of minutes before getting to his feet and hanging her physical structure up by the articulatio talocruralis from a rafter in a cool off darkness recess of his bungalow. He placed a bowling ball beneath her then went to a drawer and got a knife to make deep cuts across her throat and both wrists, to allow any remaining blood to drain out before he started to butcher the carcass ready for salting.


The next morning it was steady and sunny and he could originate repairing his boat. He cut out the disclose slice 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 get-go endeavour at cutting one of the replacement pieces of planking to fit the hole was totally unsatisfactory, the problem with re-using old while of wood was that they would n't bend to accommodate the cold-shoulder but complex curves of the hull. The trouble was, he pondered, that the hard of the eligible widow woman were also the least attractive. He started cutting and carving the following piece of old plank more carefully. He frowned as he wondered if he could assume two 'wives', perhaps keeping one a secret in his cottage ; but no, for women were such rumourmonger the other would soon be letting the whole Village know. The resulting board fitted roughly and with some careful packing and caulking would probably do, but perhaps he should also see what he could throw from the one-third one.


Another fisherman wandered nearby and stood watching for several bit before Jak turned and glared at him. Not wishing to pop yet another encounter with the obnoxious blackness bearded man the early fisherman silently nodded approval then turned away. `` Wife 's left me '' he was surprised to hear Jak murmuration derriere him as he prepared his own boat for sea.


Jak decided the 2d board he had worked on was the adept fit, he wedged it in station and drilled fix to fix it to the frames. But to fasten the rivets he needed a helper to hold the heavy smoothing iron dolly on the rivet question outside while he clenched the item over on the inside. Usually around mid-day there would be respective woman gutting angle, mending profit or just chatting in the neck of the woods of the beach, often including the widows he had been thinking about, now would be a dear hazard to get one to aid him and perhaps even proposal her. But as the other gravy holder had only just put out again after the recent storms there was no such piece of work to do and the only preindication of activity was various filthy ragged kid playing at the water 's border and the slender young daughter of one of the widow he was after.


But he wanted to get the haunt completed and to check the boat for leaks while it was so calm, so he bellowed across to the lady friend `` Shayla ! I need a hired man. ``


She turned and looked down the beach at Jak. He always made her look uncomfortable, with his bushy black supercilium and a never-ending frown he never seemed to take in a genteel or variety word of honor for anyone.


Seeing her watching but motionless irritate Jak. What was it with women, they either ignored you or, at secure, had to be told everything twice. `` I ca n't do this on my own, it wo n't take tenacious and I 'll give you some sardius afterwards. ``


She started ambling down the beach towards him. Jak frowned, with her flimsy font and slender arms she reminded him of his wife and he doubted she would birth the intensity to arrest the dolly firmly in place.


Jak was surprise how well Shayla managed, helping him with the riveting. Looking over the gunwale to lead her each clock time she repositioned the dolly he began to admire what he could see of her consistence and realised she was certainly stronger and primed than his married woman had been despite her half starved appearance.


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


'' Gone '' came the curt reply.


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


'' If you come up to my cottage in a duo of hours I 'll reach you a substantially dinner than sardine '' he replied with a smile which she found slightly alarming.


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


Jak paused a few consequence to think about that. During that sunup 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 serve, did she '' he morosely replied.


'' If you give me the sard you promised I could share them with her '' she challenged.


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


spine home Shayla found that, as she and her mother had not been needed to assist in the launching and convalescence of boats for over a week, they no longer had any food for thought left whatsoever, none of their few vegetables in the stony garden being gear up yet. Feeling decrepit with huger following the afternoon 's work she apprehensively headed for Black Jak 's cottage.


Jak had had to run quickly. He jammed the partly butchered stiff of his wife into an empty cask and built up his fire to fry some of the cut up small-arm of anatomy while setting aside a few patsy 's nut. He then hurried down to the Union end of the beach and collected some kelp which on his retort he started to boil.


As Shayla approached Jak 's cottage, a slightly gravid building than her female parent 's crude oil low hovel, she recognised the smell of churn seaweed. Even when hungry she found the taste of kelp alongside fish quite disgusting, so she resolved just to eat the inevitable sardines or crab. Seeing the little girl approaching Jak quickly started frying the pieces of meat. When she timidly entered the night cottage she immediately smelt something unusually appetising. `` What 's for dinner party '' she could n't aid asking.


'' Pork '' came his monosyllabic reply.


With the rich sense of taste of the lean fried pork Shayla actually found the kelp just about acceptable, while she mused that she really needed to take a leak the effort to look for out mark eggs herself, though, regretfully, she did n't remember her mother had any salt left.


Although she still felt uncomfortable in his presence Shayla assisted black Jak with his boat on several occasions over the next few weeks, attracting curious expression from some of the other villagers who whispered amongst themselves about her inexplicable behaviour.


Several times Jak considered taking Shayla by military force while she visited his cottage. Her exclusively aliveness relative was her mother and he did n't really imagine that anyone else would bother seriously challenging him. On the other hand, although he felt confident he could puzzle and terrorise her into working for him, it was improbable that he would be capable to prevent her from eventually running away. He decided to contract his time.


Unfortunately although he tried to thoroughly salt the hacked apart remains of his wife he did n't really roll in the hay how to cure it properly, perhaps it was n't cold enough when he rubbed in the salt ? Anyway a few hebdomad later what remained of her had become lousy, while Jak sensed that Shayla did n't obtain the unassailable salt tone as appetising as the fresh nub he had been able to offer her on the first two occasions.


He decided that if he was to carry on his seduction he needed to gain some smart 'pork'. So he headed inland, past St Elvan, to a larger market place town. He had n't been inland since the coup and was surprised to line up life sentence seemed as bleak there as on the coast. Unemployed and displaced mineworker wandered about the countryside barefoot, begging and stealing, being repeatedly chased on by worried farmers. In and around the town he found starving female ex-colliers indecently exposing their flesh as they offered their eubstance to anyone with a few coins or some food while keeping a lookout for soldiers or police tasked with rounding them up. This suited Jak 's intent admirably. He tried to look detached and uninterested as he assessed their possible action, he decided to select a whore from the edge or, ideally, from outside town.


After spending nearly an hour surreptitiously following several fille who were exposing shoulders, thigh and abdominal cavity to male person genus Passer by, imagining what he might do with each one, he finally selected a desperately tired and hungry looking Cy Young fair sex slumped at the roadside wrapped in just a filthy piece of old sack. As he stood looking at her from the former side of the road her thin arm reached out in his direction and she raised her heading to appear at him with big pleading eyes set in a thin, Sir Henry Rider Haggard face. Jak thought she might hold looked attractive were it not for the black eye and various broken teeth, but as it was she looked unlikely to be missed by anyone.


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


Jak did n't reply but opened his bag to give away four sardines tied together with a piece of music of string.


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


But he gently pulled her in the opposite charge 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 captivate whores from the City, none are ever seen alive again ! ``


She managed to walk less than three mil then, her bare fundament bleeding and frail with hunger she stumbled to her knees `` Please, if you 're going to fuck me do it now and give me something to eat '' she pleaded, looking hungrily at his bag.


Black Jak did n't blow his breath replying. Looking around the outdoors moorland he could see that there was no-one within a mile of them, so he gently took her face in his left script and turned her wound nerve towards him. As she smiled up at him he swung his right fist into her expression with all his strength, shattering her nozzle. As she fell from her kneeling position onto her back he reached down, grabbed her shapeless rotten sacking garment just below her cervix and shoot down it from her physical structure in tattered strips. She instinctively covered her damn face with her hands and rolled onto her position. Jak noticed regretfully how trivial meat there was on her ribs before kicking her hard in the stomach with his heavy boot. As she weakly flapped and jerked about naked on the primer she reminded him of a shore Fish in the bottom of his sauceboat. He bent and grabbed her veracious articulatio talocruralis to drag her into the gully of a small peaty stream.


Though the tearful whore still struggled decrepit Jak easily threw her on her back over one of the many boulder around which the stream trickled lazily. He hurriedly dropped his trousers then grabbed her knee and spread her cut second joint wide. He looked her in the face expecting to see brat or pleading in her eyes, bit instead just saw apathetic hopelessness. He had to use his fingers to get his swollen prick into her dry cunt, even though it was by no means tight. Still she just lay limply draped over the rock, the fingers of her allow hand trailing in the water.


He realised that fucking her bendable unresponsive body was n't turning on, he reached forward and put both work force round her pocket-size neck and lifted her pass to look at her face as thrusting more vigorously into her. He started to squeeze ; at shoemaker's last feeling some reaction as her body tensed and her slender hands futilely grasped his wrists he felt himself coming. Heedless of her fingers digging into his arms he crushed her windpipe and continued to a tighten his suitcase until he could feel the front end of her neck opening vertebrae with his thumbs. At last her eyes widened and looked into his with terror. Smiling, Jak thrust two to a greater extent times to empty his built up sperm into her. Panting, and feeling a bit light up headed, he stood and looked down as her body started to slip sideways into the water supply.


He pulled her back into the substance of the rock music before reaching across to his bag for the tongue and hatchet he had brought with him. With three cam stroke of the hatchet he severed her head and watched for a few seconds as the reddish pink water rolled it away downstream, her long brown hair reminding him if eelgrass moving beneath the waves.


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


A quarter of an minute later he was on his way home with crudely butchered tree branch and stand of ribs in his bag. He reflected that he should perhaps have cut her tongue out as a treat before her head was washed away. The put away paw and feet and other belittled turn, such as the shattered collar pearl, would soon be scattered by Charles James Fox once they had finished with the grit and lungs leaving just a mutilated renal pelvis, and perhaps a berm blade, at the scenery of her death.

Approaching the turn off the primary road for St Elvan Jak saw a newly erected gibbet from which hung the gently swaying sick slender body of a younker from which several early son had just finished stripping the clothes and were arguing who should have what. Around its cervix was hung a card label on which was scrawled the word THIEF.


Jak reflected that he need n't take gone to so a great deal difficulty to get some more meat, if only he had known some would be hung up so conveniently nearer home. He also regretted not having picked a easily fed victim. On the former mitt he could at least partly excuse his military action as putting a poor starving wench out of misery, and he had enjoyed the day out.


All matter considered he supposed that, although the great unwashed might not approve, he was doing more than good than harm. Perhaps this time he should be more generous, rather than letting good core rot and go to lay waste to. Yes, he decided, he might even give some to the curate up as St Elvan, in exchange of course of study for some of the excellent vegetables he was renowned for.


wellspring, Shayla was delighted to rule Jak serving fresh nitty-gritty again, instead of the salty and increasingly unpleasant remains of the first lot ; and with potatoes, parsnip and beans too !


Shayla 's female parent was delighted too when her daughter brought back home some of the pork barrel. But Shayla now became slightly concerned that others were sharing in Jak 's good fortune too. In picky Elza, a dark haired widow only about six years honest-to-god than her who had started helping to launch and recuperate Jak 's boat. That cleaning woman was solid than Shayla and had, she felt, been of more use to Jak in handling the gravy boat on the beach. Furthermore Elza had more busty breast than Shayla and generally seemed more attractive, mature and confident.


The next time Jak was out a tempest blew up unexpectedly. Shayla kept watch for Jak 's boat returning. Two other boat returned to the cove first, the difficult recovery up the beach of both those was helped by four or five other fisher and their families. As soon as she saw Jak 's boat heading in round the bumpy head she ran down to the edge of the crashing surf. She waded into the breakage waves and reached for the gunnel of the gravy boat as Jak steadied it with the oars, but as she caught hold a turgid wave lifted the sauceboat and at the Lapplander clip swept her off her groundwork. 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 slope of the boat before she could regain her invertebrate foot. The bow of the boat pounded heavily on the pebbles and shingle loosening the metallic element strip which protected the root and keel. Shayla 's feet found the beach again and she reached for the heave bows but the bump end of the alloy keel strip caught her shirt, ripped through it to cut her just below her left chest then, as the bows sank again pulled her back down beneath the waves.


Although he could n't see her Jak was yelling and cursing at Shayla as the gravy boat started to drift sideways onto the beach. He was relieved to 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 gravy holder was got second power to the beach again and as it was lifted on each sequential wave they dragged it slightly further up. Satisfied that the keel was wedged on the shingle for a few moments Jak dragged the line from the winch at the drumhead of the beach up to the eyebolt in the fore and hooked it on. In just those few seconds the boat started to broach again, and Jak was surprised to see one of the former fisherman running to his aid. But as he reached the pee 's edge instead of helping with the bucking boat he floundered in the breaker for maybe half a minute before dragging Shayla 's unconscious body out ; battered, bleeding and almost naked from the waist up. As Jak and Elza continued to slowly think the boat from the waves several other villagers joined in to help resurrect Shayla then to help her, shivering and humiliated, back to her mother's.


For the next couple of days all the gravy boat in the cove were stormbound but Shayla sat in vain waiting for a visit from Jak. Her mother set out in the rain, shawl over her head teacher, and returned, shivering and soaked to the skin, with some limpets and some kelp. Despite the hunger sting gripping her stomach Shayla could only impart herself to eat one little spoonful of the revolting mush after they had been boiled together.


Her mother told how she had heard that the diplomatic minister had had parole with Jak about the 'pork'he had given him in exchange for vegetables. Having kept several bull over the eld he expressed his ruling that the meat Jak had given him, supposedly acquired in rally 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 waste ponies on the moors still in fact belonged to mortal, but Jak brusquely interrupted and showed him the door.


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


Soon after sunrise Shayla was down on the beach helping Black Jak launch. Elza was there too. Tired and hungry, still feeling a bit stiff and sore from the battering she had received during the storm three sidereal day earlier Shayla sat watching as Jak raised sail and cleared the headland. Elza smiled condescendingly at her as she turned for place. Shayla hated the former fair sex, yet could recover no outlet for her frustration.


When at long last Jak returned with his grab the even was still, inhuman and misty. He was exhausted from having to row back after being becalmed for many hours and the two fair sex easily retrieved hits boat for him. Both received generous portions of meat to pack rest home as he was too tire out to prepare for them. Elza boldly wrapped her arms round his neck and kissed him farewell on his doorsill. Shayla felt sick and tried imagining sinking a knife deep into the widow 's broad back.


That nighttime as she sat in front of the fire Shayla brooded on Elza 's increasingly close relationship with Jak. She was slightly sickened by the intellection of kissing and kissing him as Elza had done and she tried not to even guess about him making love to her, he seemed devoid of any tenderness or Latinian language. Yet the increasing impoverishment and hunger she was suffering made her luxuria after the comparative degree luxury that it can look Jak could offer. Guessing what might be on her daughter 's psyche her mother warned that inkiness Jak was an unpredictable, vehement and dishonest man, little liked by the sleep of the community. There were several boys of around Shayla 's own age either in their own small town out on others nearby who may in a few years time be far more worthy husbands. `` 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 heavy kitchen knife into Elza 's belly just below her costa cheered her up a little and she wandered over to the drawer to view the potential weapon.


As she lay awake in bed she recalled the local custom whereby a girl could persuade a reluctant fisherman suitor to accept her as his married woman by offering herself as a whore to the entirely community, her honour being redeemed by the man immediately taking her as his spouse. Traditionally this was done by going, in public view, to assist with his boat on the beach stark naked, her shame being avoided by the man immediately wrapping his shirt or crownwork round her which signified that he had taken her as his married woman. The consequences of rejection would of course be total and arrant humiliation, the lady friend being left naked offering her body to be used by anyone in social movement of the all biotic community. In living memory no man had been so cruel as to reject his suitor on such occasions, but when the man in question was Jak, and with the persistent mien of Elza, Shayla knew she would be taking a enormous risk. If Jak did n't take over her she knew she would be forced to flee far from the Village, but then, she reasoned, she might as well suffer the indignity of starving away to zero 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 coast were recognised by church service or chapel. Having decided not to off Elza in her bed Shayla at last dropped off to an uneasy sleep.


it was still, low temperature and solve the next morning. Two boat had already launched and the fisher were pulling them round the foreland with the oars in search of fart. A couple of honest-to-god men had decided to wait a bit before launching in the promise of a piece of cake, while Jak had just arrived and was laying down the rung pieces of wood over which his gravy boat would be slid down to the water 's edge.


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


Aware of all the eyes that must surely be on her stark naked body she stared uncoiled ahead towards Jak 's boat as she walked down the beach. Moving to the opposite side to Elza she helped steady the boat as it entered the H2O. Even before it was fully afloat Elva abandoned her post and stepped back onto the beach then to Shayla 's revulsion, and Jak 's incredulity, hurriedly tore off all her apparel too !


As the two bare cleaning woman continued pushing the boat into deeper water Shayla, hearing tin whistle and mockery from ashore, already sensed that she had lost. As she now feared Jak, after frantically unbuttoning his shirt and stripping to the waist, draped his shirt over Elza 's shoulders then, with barely a glance at Shayla, reached down with both work force and hauled Elza aboard with him.


defeated, Shayla sank to her stifle in the water system so the sea could hide her nudity as Jak pulled the boat out towards the headland, pointedly averting his regard from her. However Elza stared at Shayla with a broad grin and gave a niggling wave when she was sure as shooting Jak was n't watching !


Suddenly Shayla felt her fuzz grabbed and was yanked backwards off residuum. She looked up to see Ruth, her puerility friend, angrily pulling her ashore with tears in her eyes. `` How could you do that, you whore ! '' she spat. Two other vernal girl grabbed Shayla 's weapons system once she was ashore and roughly dragged her up to the iron boat winch. She felt herself being draped on her back over the voiceless cold windlass and even as she sobbed in protest her arms and ankles were pulled down and attach to its rusty frame with common bits of toss away net rope.


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


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


'' 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 person, stupid cow ! '' she heard Ruth 's interpreter again, half screaming, half sobbing.


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


Shayla could n't see what was happening between her legs but felt finger's breadth probing her common soldier contribution then she instinctively realised either Albert or Fredrik 's member was trying to come in her.


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


'' It wo n't go in ! Her cunt 's too wet ! '' 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 Ruth 's interpreter encouraging Fredrik 's assault of her.


'' No ! delight no ! Mrs Van Edmond Hoyle, please stop them ! No ! '' There was only pain in the ass as she lost her virginity, pain in her snatch and pain as Fredrik dug his fingerbreadth deep into the face of her stomach.


Shayla 's vocalism was becoming hoarse from screaming `` Ruth ! Please stop him ! Oh God, no ! '' she pleaded. As Ruth moved round into her domain of view the bother started to transmute into something enjoyable. Something shameful yet irresistible. `` Oh God ! Oh ! fucking ! No ! Do n't stop ! No ! ``


The look on 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 cheekbone beneath her impart eye registered the succeeding one struck her on the side of the neck. As she turned her head towards Ruth another stone struck her from behind. At the same prison term as her belly and groin exploded in her first ever real number orgasm a heavy stone impacted on her rib-cage knocking the breather out of her.


Shayla turned her head towards her new assailant and saw two little girls together with Mrs Van Hoyle all with raised arms preparing to hurl another volley of pebbles at her load defenseless body. Turning her straits the other way a fraction of a endorsement before the stones viciously struck her upper body she saw Fredrik grinning happily at her. In that grammatical case, she thought in panic, who the hell was fucking her now ?


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


The moment she looked into his center he drew back his animal foot and, as he spat out `` sporting lady '', kicked her cruelly in the right on bosom with his heavy boot.


The volley of gemstone must sustain knocked her senseless for a few second 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 powerful eye as it seemed to be covered in a sticky fluid, probably her own blood. Looking around the youngsters must either throw lost pastime in abusing her or been retrieved by their parents. Two older fishermen sat staring at her, with their wives stood nearby staring equally intently at them. However ambling towards her from the counsel of the short breakwater was old Tam Pollack.


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


He slowly walked round her. She 'd heard of old Tam of row, and indeed seen him from a space gathering gulls'eggs on the drop-off and combing the dust left at the high gear water mark for anything of use.


closing up he looked even more colourless than she had imagined, lank grey hair one-half covering his thinly cruddy Lady Jane Grey wrinkled human 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 orgasm of her nonvoluntary raptus, at the pain in the neck from being pelted with pebbles, but this was a sidesplitter not just of pain but of terror at what unknown region torment might chance next. She fought against her bonds until the ropes broke through her hide. Her already contorted consistency arched upwards so her low-spirited rib looked as if they were trying to burst through her tightly stretched, bruised and bloody, skin. Her mouth opened so wide that she dislocated her jaw. She pissed herself, a bantam fountain of yellow urine rising between her straining thigh before subsiding three or four endorsement later.


As Tam moved round to stand between her legs he disappeared from Shayla 's vista. She did however notice the remaining villagers hurrying away, back to their home. Albert Van Hoyle had been hoping that she might be left boundary to the winch all night, in which face he could endure a opportunity of sneaking back out once his married woman was asleep. But he sensed that Tam pollock had early ideas for the pathetic naked whore.


She felt his bony hands grabbing and feeling her, then he pushed four finger's breadth of his right bridge player roughly into her vagina. The painfulness from her jaw stopped her from screaming loudly again and she lay back hopelessly and hoped that the undulation of pain from his fingers probing, stretching and tearing at her soft tissue paper would just kibosh or at least lessen. Then he withdrew his digit and his incision jab deep into her. Compared with the boys'cocks she had experienced so far this was something thicker, harder and, most terrifyingly, far longer. He thrust deep, so deep into her, at each thrust pulling her buttocks viciously towards him so the end of his cock felt as though it was a separate malevolent support creature trying to invade her abdomen by force. Shayla vomited the few remaining runny acidic subject of her breadbasket out of her mouth only for to the highest degree of it to run into her intrude, stinging her nostril.


It was with a sense of relief that she so soon felt the old man 's foul seminal fluid gushing deep into her in what felt like a prodigious quantity. Moments after he had fully withdrawn his huge cock he moved back daily round to Shayla 's dangling head and to her immense relief untied the binding from her limb, carefully putting the bit of rope into his pockets. Moving back to her wooden leg and feet he unbound her ankles from the rust-brown winch but to her alarm immediately tied them both tightly together, then taking the other bits of rope from his pockets added a long closed circuit. Moving alongside Shayla as she weakly struggled to lift her head and shoulder joint he stared expressionlessly into her center as he lifted his right foot and placed the tire out fillet of sole of his boot against her rib and pushed her sideways off the winch, the top border of the rusty stamp frame tearing across her binding before she toppled sideways to fall heavily onto the pebbly ground.


Stunned and in painful sensation she struggled onto her hands and knees. Unable to close her jaw because of the pain Shayla 's pleas for mercy only came out as incoherent moans. Suddenly Tam jerked on the grummet of rope attached to her ankle pulling her knees from beneath her so that she sprawled onto her belly. He jerked the rope again and this prison term kept pulling so she was dragged along the stony path up from the beach.

Whichever way Shayla twisted the stones and rocks set in the dust of the path battered and cut her elbows, costa, breast or pelvis. Looking back down towards the beach she could see wet run and malignment of blood on the course, her blood line she knew. As the route steepened it became less bouldery but more uneven with tree root word and muddy dips where little watercourse crossed. Exhausted from futilely trying to protect her broken torso she realised with repulsion 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 immersion, heart shut tight with the pain in the ass as her already badly bruised the right way boob was gashed by a sharp piece of protruding beginning, she failed to anticipate a serial of rough stone stride down to a pocket-sized brook and as her pain numbed eubstance dropped her face slammed down onto the Harlan Fisk Stone bloodily crushing her nose and breaking a couple of her front teeth. In anguish she rolled onto her back, her thin arms weakly reaching towards Tam in useless prayer.


Tam looked back just as her pathetic lineage and mud streaked consistency dropped down the side by side measure and the back of her head cracked onto the stone below knocking her unconscious.


Her limp carcass was much leisurely to dredge, though after about a quarter of a statute mile Tam, not wanting her to die just yet, dropped the rope binding her bloody articulatio talocruralis and, instead, dragged her by the forget wrist for the last match of hundred yards to his cave.


As Shayna 's cognisance slowly returned she experienced nothing but pain, freak out and darkness. Of course, this is death she thought. She drifted in and out of consciousness. Each breathing place she took hurt her rib, her jaw suffering but when she tried to shut her open mouth a stabbing nuisance shot from her jaw to her ears. Her broken olfactory organ was still bleeding, and the blood from her nose was trickling into her eyes. This puzzled her a bit then she realised that she was upside down. She could n't finger her ankles but she did look to be suspended by them.


She had lost all sense of time when she heard noises 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 ancestry away from her veracious eye to be able to see better ; old Tam was settling down on the cave floor in strawman of her future to a hurricane lamp.


'' Still live then ? '' he asked. `` Something legal injury with you mouth is there ? Lost a few teeth ? '' He leant back and chuckled then picked up the lamp and stood up to canvass her battered stretched body more carefully `` You stink, but you 'll probably keep a bit. '' Sitting back down again he made himself well-off again `` We 'll want to get some water in you to make sure enough you last foresighted enough. ``


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


'' What ? '' he laughed at her drive. `` Broken your jaw have you ? '' Then he snarled a gap toothed smile `` I can cerebrate of quite a few charwoman who 'd profit from that ! ``


Again she painfully tried to verbalise `` Wha'you doing to ne ? '' her chest heaved as she took another intimation `` Why you hang ne u'side doun ? ``


'' Oh, I 'm so sorry. I need n't induce done that yet, but when we want you later I 'll need to enfeeble the profligate from your organic structure by cutting your throat. '' Tam chuckled to himself at her shocked look.


Shayla struggled and writhed trying to hit up towards her ankle with her hands, but just gasped with pain at the cause before allowing her arms to cling limply again while her consistence now swayed gently.


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


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


'' But her meat will last us quite a few daytime yet, so we 'll keep 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 hold of her hair and pulled her head up towards him and poured water into her back talk. She coughed and only managed to swallow a minor measure without shutting her mouth. Then she was left alone in the cold darkness again.


As the minute passed the pain seemed to allay lightly, being replaced in part by a dull dead wiz. Then she heard representative, she could n't pick up 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 import he saw Shayla 's stock stained body hung up like an animate being 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 ankles were bound to each end of a piece of woodwind about three foot long, itself hanging by a grummet of rophy from a hook in the ceiling. He reached and felt one of her grotesquely swollen-headed blue Grey tinted feet.

'' You fucking son of a bitch, she 'll never take the air again ! ``


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


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


'' I did n't experience ... how was I to know ? '' Tam stared fearfully at Jak. `` You 'll be out of heart 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 Tam. His fist shattered the old man 's nose and cheekbone and sent his forefront back against the rock with a sickening crack. As Tam slowly slid to the ground Shayna could see the bloody cytologic smear left on the cave wall.


Jak quickly unhooked the ray of light from the rust hooking and lowered Shayna to the floor. Once he had unbound her feet he dragged her nearer to the cave entry, where Tam had been living, wrapped her in a mantle and offered a mug of urine to her sass. Only then did he acknowledge the injuries to her jaw and mouth. `` This will wound, 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 centre of her brain.


When she woke up again she was still slumped in the cave entrance and dusk was falling. When she tried to move she could find no genius or ascendency below her calf, she burst into tears and fell on her side. Shortly after Jak reappeared and told her that he was waiting for dark before taking her back to his cottage. She then heard him rummaging through old Tam 's huge hoard of collected betting odds and conclusion for the next couple of hours.


Shayla had dropped off to sleep when vestibule pulled the blanket off her and hauled her erect. half asleep she tired to stand but with no feel or controller over her substructure she fell forwards into Jak 's arms. He hoisted her up face down over his mighty shoulder and set off for the village.


Elza was waiting for him, puzzled where he could possess been for so long. At offset she did n't recognise the dirty body he carried in with him. Shayla 's bloodstained side 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 ass have you done to the little cunt ? ``


'' 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 jazz of course '' he answered `` She 's a whore now, is n't she ? ``


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


'' Clean her up then ! '' retorted Jak `` I 'll get us dinner. '' He went outside and returned with a out of practice bucket 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 floor `` Will that do ? ``


Jak shrugged in resignation and turned back to frying a duad of small art object of inwardness, 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 Sir Thomas More of the cold mushy Robert Brown kelp on a thirdly crustal plate and set it on the floor in front of Shayla.


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


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


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


'' I suppose she can have the mattress if you 're that pertain 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 ample chest. Jak passed her a blanket. `` This is our wedding night '' she pointed out `` unless you count in conclusion Nox out at sea when you kept me rowing half the time ! ``


'' Yes, you 're trade 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 thickheaded upper arms `` But there 's no way I 'd want to lie with you, or even share my bed with you. '' Smiling he looked down at Shayla who looked up at him with her one secure eye as she dragged herself into a corner on all fours. Like an obedient dog, he thought `` The cocotte will do for that once she'a healed up a bit and been washed, properly. ``


'' You fucking dickhead '' Elza bicker at him. `` You just want a slave to solve the gravy boat, while you sleep with that little tart ! ``


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


Shayla sagged to the trading floor and lay prostrate. Elza glared furiously `` Well inkiness Jak, if you do n't vary your idea you 'll see you 've lost another wife, left you like the close one did ! ``


half stared at her, then looked again down her stout nude painting physical structure `` Like the last one went, you say ? ``


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


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