The grim little fish village of Portuselvan lies on the remote rock-bound east coast. Before the collapse of the democracy 's economy and the putsch by the Generals the inhabitants had just about managed to piss a livelihood from fishing, setting drift nets from four flush rugged open clinker brick built boats launched from the candid beach in the minuscule bay.


But now there was n't even a market for the sardines caught there. As they no longer received any cash for their catches the dweller could no longer buy flour to create boodle and had to resort to eating just the fish they had caught, along with the few vegetable they managed to develop in the thin stony territory in their gardens. More importantly the fishermen could no longer open to pay boat constructor to repair or replace their boats, nor to buy new nets, although their wives did quite a good job of repairing the old ones.


Shayla lived with her widow mother in a small low two room bungalow. For the last year since her founder 's boat had gone missing during a storm they had lived mainly on the few vegetable they had managed to originate in their bantam garden, supplemented by the occasional few fish they had earned by helping to launch and recover the heavy gravy holder through the surf.


Although assisting with the sauceboat improved their dieting it was at a cost to their stock of old working clothes which rotted from the salt piss and were then torn apart by the breaking surf. Shayla sadly reflected that the men would manage with just the aid of their married woman on unagitated days, when they could take their time pulling boat in with the winch at the headway of the beach. But if the sea was up speed was of the essence and they would willingly pay a few fish from their catch for any assist in quickly hauling sauceboat in before they broached or were pounded apart on the beach.


In this wild distant hamlet it was the custom for some of the married fair sex to keep up their clothes by stripping from the waist down when working in the surf with their husbands lay out. In the excited struggle to safely retrieve the old yet increasingly frail gravy boat and their arrest men had no time to gaze at their neighbor wife and the frigidness, wet and physical exertion precluded any lustful thoughts.


However `` Black '' Jak was known for scorning the anger of the early men by staring at their wives with a leering concentration while making his own frail, subdued young wife conflict to regain his own boat wearing just a few shredded rag around her shoulders which afforded little modesty or warmth.


After the winter storms had torn hollow in their ceiling, which the two women could only manage to repair by stuffing turf in the pickle, and with their meagre stock of white potato from the previous yr rotted, Shayna 's female parent kept pressing her to rule a husband. Perhaps she could find out a young man from another village along the seacoast, although as the increasingly decrepit diminished sauceboat struggled to delay at sea there were far More widow than bachelors in every cove. Inland the situation was almost as bad. There were certainly a few more young men, but mainly spare miners unsuccessfully trying to survive by labouring or, more often, thieving.


early on one Sunday morning, after four days of storm, the sea finally died down by decent for Jak to undertake to set in motion his boat. None of the other fisherman were up, but as Jak neither expected not got any help from them it made no remainder to him.


With Jak on one side and his married woman on the early they hurriedly pushed the heavy boat out into the breaking ocean. A declamatory breaking wave lifted the boat so that his wife lost her footing and slipped so that as the wave receded the keel crashed down onto her shins, snapping them and pulling her beneath the water. Jak clambered up into the boat and reached over the other incline to grab at her. As the waves rolled over her straits he managed to grasp her tatterdemalion shirt, but, as he pulled, the rotten fabric came away in his hand. Again and again the gravy holder pounded on the beach, it sprang a board near the keel and piddle started running in. Jak hurriedly grabbed a boat-hook and grappled for his wife 's pale body floundering in the surf. After various loser to get the sweetener beneath her axillary fossa he managed to wedge it beneath her rib John Milton Cage Jr. and roughly lift her physical structure aboard. Dropping her debile twitching body onto the flooded bottomland boards he leapt out onto the beach and hurriedly re-attached the winch cable to the bolt of lightning at stalk of the gravy boat and ran to winch the half flooded sauceboat back out of the destructive surf.


Once the damaged boat was safely clear of the waves he walked round it and saw the water draining from a rotten plank which hung broken from its hull. He then scrambled aboard again and looked at his wife 's shattered body lying lifeless in the blood stained water, infantry sticking out at affected angles and a transgress rib sticking bloodily out from a few inch below her provide breast, reminding him of the damage to his precious boat. He roughly jammed her crumpled bare corpse beneath the short foredeck before returning to assess the damaged planking.


If he could find out a replacing 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 keep. As he walked up from the beach to search out old Tam Pollack he passed other fishermen with their sept now heading down to launch their sauceboat, as usual he said nothing to them and they said nothing to him, although a few did nod a silent acknowledgement to the big taciturn man. He stopped off at his cottage on the way and put half a twelve Sardina pilchardus from his depot cupboard into a bag which he took with him. As he walked he wondered what to do with his married woman's body, he really couldn't be bothered with a funeral ; her kinfolk would no doubt derive over from Ermehaven and keep belittling him like they did when he got get married and all the villagers would ask nutrient and ale or cider which he couldn't afford. Perhaps he should just say she had left him, or indeed just say nothing at all. The only when reward in having her sink properly would be that he would be exempt to remove 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 sauceboat he could just plunge her corpse at sea, if he cut it up a bit it might even act as ground decoy and get him a grownup catch.


Old Tam lived in a cave south of Portuselvan, Jak had n't been up there since he had been married and the pile of limpet cuticle which gave an indication of the old solitudinarian 's diet had grown considerably. The cave entrance was protected by an upended rowing boat with a doorway cut in it and a alloy pipework sticking out of the top alongside the stem issued a lazy wisp of sess from a peat ardour.


An old bent man, with long Grey straggly hair and byssus almost merging with the dress down grey rags he wore, challenged Jak `` What you after ? ``


Jak opened the bag he was carrying to unveil the Fish inside before replying `` gravy holder needs repairing. '' He went on to describe the harm and the stuff he needed to repair it. The old man disappeared into his subterraneous dwelling house and Jak waited. He knew that anything with any conceivable hereafter use which was washed up on the seashore thereabouts invariably found its way into Tam 's cave.


As he sorted through the pile of broken objet d'art of planking Tam had produced from the depths of his cave Jak was unusually talkative to the old hermit. He knew Tam never spoke More than was absolutely requirement and, by the nature of his business kept a skilful many arcanum. After discussing the near way to get the renewal plank to fit snugly he went on to mention that he wanted to make sure his wife 's carcass did n't wash ashore.


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


'' Aye, she were a sound ease at night. Though too rickety 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 receive change from limpets and gulls'eggs I admit. No it 's a pity to feed her to the fishes. '' The old man gazed wistfully out to sea `` I was given a Nice piece of porc about six months ago by a farmer I helped out. But since then .... '' he looked down at the discarded limpet shield `` Ah well, I suppose your Sardina pilchardus will at least be a change ... though I do hate waste ! ``


Jak set off down to the Village struggling to carry a small cask containing salinity, as well as several plank, some oakum in the bag he had taken the fish up in and a rusty tin containing some glutinous wood tar.


At first off horrified by old Tam 's proposition, 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 hope to Tam.


He waited until long after dark to take his married woman 's corpse from the sauceboat. She felt even lighter in Death than when she was alive. He had been daydreaming about giving her inhuman naked dead body one last 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 picket chassis of her torso with both work force. He then sat staring at her for a couple of minutes before getting to his pes and hanging her body up by the ankles from a rafter in a cool night quoin of his cottage. He placed a bowl beneath her then went to a draftsman 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 carcase ready for salting.


The following cockcrow it was calm and sunny and he could start up repairing his gravy boat. He cut out the kick downstairs piece of plank, leaving as much as potential to be pushed back into home and refastened. As he worked he thought about the respective widow in the hamlet. His for the first time attempt at cutting one of the replacement small-arm of planking to fit the mess was totally unsatisfactory, the problem with re-using old pieces of wood was that they would n't bow to suit the fragile but coordination compound curvature of the hull. The trouble was, he pondered, that the strongest of the eligible widows were also the to the lowest degree attractive. He started cutting and carving the following piece of old plank more carefully. He frowned as he wondered if he could take two 'wives', perhaps keeping one a secret in his cottage ; but no, for fair sex were such rumourmonger the other would soon be letting the unanimous 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 bring in from the third one.


Another fisher wandered nearby and stood watching for several seconds before Jak turned and glared at him. Not wishing to set about yet another confrontation with the obnoxious mordant bearded man the other fisherman silently nodded commendation then turned away. `` Wife 's left me '' he was surprised to try Jak mutter rear end him as he prepared his own boat for sea.


Jak decided the second base plank he had worked on was the easily fit, he wedged it in lieu and drilled holes to fix it to the frames. But to fasten the stud he needed a helper to hold the heavy smoothing iron dolly on the stud chief outside while he clenched the point over on the inside. Usually around mid-day there would be respective women gutting Pisces the Fishes, mending profit or just chatting in the vicinity of the beach, often including the widows he had been thinking about, now would be a good chance to get one to assist him and perhaps even proposition her. But as the other boat had only just put out again after the recent storms there was no such work to do and the entirely sign of activity was respective filthy ragged children playing at the water system 's bound and the slender young daughter of one of the widow woman he was after.


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


She turned and looked down the beach at Jak. He always made her feeling uncomfortable, with his bushy black eyebrows and a incessant frown he never seemed to have a polite or variety word for anyone.


visual perception her watching but motionless irritated Jak. What was it with charwoman, they either ignored you or, at best, had to be told everything twice. `` I ca n't do this on my own, it wo n't have retentive and I 'll give you some pilchard afterwards. ``


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


Jak was storm how well Shayla managed, helping him with the riveting. Looking over the gunwale to maneuver her each time she repositioned the dolly he began to admire what he could see of her consistency 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 shirt soaked with sweating. Seeing Jak staring at her Shayla turned away embarrassed, aware of how her sweat was making her shirt stick to her body. Looking over her berm she asked `` Where 's these pilchard you promised then ? ``


'' If you come up to my bungalow in a couple of minute I 'll move over you a amend dinner than sardines '' he replied with a smile which she found slightly alarming.


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


Jak paused a few moments to retrieve about that. During that sunrise it had indeed been Shayla 's female parent he had been thinking about. But now, looking at the female child, he decided he preferred her.


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


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


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


spine home Shayla found that, as she and her mother had not been needed to assist in the launch and retrieval of boats for over a hebdomad, they no longer had any food for thought left whatsoever, none of their few veggie in the stony garden being quick yet. Feeling weak 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 cadaver of his wife into an empty caskful and built up his fire to fry some of the cut up pieces of flesh while setting aside a few gull 's bollock. He then hurried down to the north end of the beach and collected some kelp which on his counter he started to boil.


As Shayla approached Jak 's cottage, a slightly larger building than her mother 's crude low shack, she recognised the olfaction of poached seaweed. Even when hungry she found the taste of kelp alongside angle quite disgusting, so she resolved just to eat the inevitable sardines or crab louse. Seeing the girl approaching Jak quickly started frying the objet d'art of nub. When she timidly entered the shadow cottage she immediately smelt something unusually appetising. `` What 's for dinner '' she could n't aid asking.


'' porc '' came his monosyllabic reply.


With the robust appreciation of the tip fry pork barrel Shayla actually found the kelp just about satisfactory, while she mused that she really needed to make the campaign to search out gulls eggs herself, though, regretfully, she did n't intend her mother had any saltiness left.


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


Several times Jak considered taking Shayla by force while she visited his cottage. Her entirely animation relative was her mother and he did n't really believe that anyone else would bother seriously challenging him. On the former hand, although he felt confident he could beat and terrorise her into working for him, it was improbable that he would be able-bodied to forestall her from eventually running away. He decided to withdraw his time.


Unfortunately although he tried to thoroughly salt the hack apart remains of his wife he did n't really eff how to cure it properly, perhaps it was n't cold enough when he rubbed in the salt ? Anyway a few weeks later what remained of her had become rotten, while Jak sensed that Shayla did n't find the strong saltiness sapidity as appetising as the overbold kernel he had been able to offer her on the first-class honours degree two occasions.


He decided that if he was to continue his seduction he needed to acquire some new 'pork'. So he headed inland, retiring St Elvan, to a heavy market town. He had n't been inland since the coup d'etat and was surprised to bump life seemed as bleak there as on the seacoast. 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 female ex-colliers indecently exposing their flesh as they offered their bodies to anyone with a few coins or some food while keeping a scout for soldiers or police tasked with rounding them up. This suited Jak 's determination admirably. He tried to reckon detached and uninterested as he assessed their theory, he decided to select a lady of pleasure from the edge or, ideally, from out-of-door town.


After spending nearly an hour surreptitiously following several young lady who were exposing shoulders, second joint and abdomen to manly passerby by, imagining what he might do with each one, he finally selected a desperately tired and hungry looking young fair sex slumped at the wayside wrapped in just a nasty piece of old sack. As he stood looking at her from the other side of the road her thin arm reached out in his guidance and she raised her straits to look at him with big pleading oculus set in a slim, Rider Haggard face. Jak thought she might have looked attractive were it not for the lightlessness eye and several conk out tooth, but as it was she looked unbelievable to be missed by anyone.


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


Jak did n't answer but opened his bag to divulge four sardines 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 commission saying `` I heard there are troops in township rounding up prostitutes. ''


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


She managed to walk less than three international mile then, her bare metrical unit bleeding and weak with hunger she stumbled to her knee joint `` Please, if you 're going to hump 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 moorland he could see that there was no-one within a mile of them, so he gently took her face in his left hand and turned her bruised face towards him. As she smiled up at him he swung his right wing fist into her font with all his intensity, shattering her olfactory organ. As she fell from her kneeling position onto her back he reached down, grabbed her shapeless rotten sacking garment just below her neck and deplumate it from her body in tattered comic strip. She instinctively covered her bloody face with her hands and rolled onto her side. Jak noticed regretfully how slight nitty-gritty there was on her ribs before kicking her hard in the stomach with his ponderous boot. As she weakly flapped and jerked about naked on the ground she reminded him of a bring fish in the bottom of the inning of his boat. He bent and grabbed her right ankle joint to cart her into the gully of a small peaty stream.


Though the tearful whore still struggled weakly Jak easily threw her on her back over one of the many boulders around which the current trickled lazily. He hurriedly dropped his pant then grabbed her knees and spread her thin out thighs all-inclusive. He looked her in the face expecting to see panic or pleading in her center, bit instead just saw indifferent hopelessness. He had to use his fingerbreadth to get his swollen mother fucker 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 leave alone hand trailing in the water.


He realised that fucking her pliant unresponsive body was n't turning on, he reached forward and put both hands round her modest cervix and lifted her top dog to look at her face as thrust more vigorously into her. He started to squeeze ; at final stage feeling some reaction as her dead body tense up and her slender hands futilely grasped his radiocarpal joint he felt himself coming. Heedless of her fingers digging into his arms he crushed her windpipe and continued to a constrain his grasp until he could feel the front of her neck vertebrae with his thumb. At last her eye widened and looked into his with terror. Smiling, Jak thrust two Thomas More times to abandon his built up spermatozoan into her. Panting, and feeling a bit light headed, he stood and looked down as her torso started to dislocate sideways into the water system.


He pulled her back into the essence of the stone before reaching across to his bag for the knife and hatchet he had brought with him. With three stroke of the hatchet he severed her head and watched for a few bit as the ruby pink pee rolled it away downstream, her long Brown pilus reminding him if eelgrass moving beneath the Wave.


Jak lifted the carcase by its invertebrate foot and watched the roue trickling into the water from the messy ambo of its neck.


A quarter of an hour later he was on his way home with crudely butchered tree branch and racks of ribs in his bag. He reflected that he should perhaps bear cut her natural language out as a slightness before her drumhead was washed away. The cast out hands and ft and former small bits, such as the tattered collar bone, would soon be scattered by foxes once they had finished with the guts and lungs leaving just a mutilated pelvis, and perhaps a shoulder blade, at the scene of her death.

Approaching the act off the primary route for St Elvan Jak saw a newly erected gallous from which hung the gently swaying sick slender body of a youth from which various early boys had just finished stripping the clothes and were arguing who should give birth what. Around its neck was hung a add-in label on which was scrawled the give-and-take THIEF.


Jak reflected that he need n't give birth gone to so much problem 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 in force fed dupe. On the former mitt he could at least partly justify his actions as putting a wretched starvation wench out of misery, and he had enjoyed the day out.


All things considered he supposed that, although people might not approve, he was doing Thomas More good than harm. Perhaps this clock time he should be more generous, rather than letting undecomposed center rot and go to waste. Yes, he decided, he might even give some to the government minister up as St Elvan, in exchange of path for some of the excellent veg he was renowned for.


Well, Shayla was delighted to line up Jak serving unused meat again, instead of the salty and increasingly unpleasant remains of the showtime lot ; and with white potato vine, 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 thoroughly fortune too. In picky Elza, a nighttime haired widow only about six old age aged than her who had started helping to launch and recover Jak 's gravy holder. That cleaning lady was stronger than Shayla and had, she felt, been of more use to Jak in handling the boat on the beach. Furthermore Elza had more voluptuous knocker than Shayla and generally seemed more attractive, mature and confident.


The adjacent time Jak was out a storm blew up unexpectedly. Shayla kept watch for Jak 's sauceboat returning. Two other boat returned to the cove first, the difficult retrieval up the beach of both those was helped by four or five former fisherman and their home. As soon as she saw Jak 's boat head in round the rocky headland she ran down to the edge of the crashing surf. She waded into the break wafture and reached for the gun rest of the boat as Jak steadied it with the oars, but as she caught take hold a large wave lifted the boat and at the same metre swept her off her feet. Jak had leapt out onto the beach on the the reverse side and could n't see that Shayla had been dashed back against the position of the sauceboat before she could regain her feet. The bow of the boat pounded heavily on the pebbles and shingle loosening the metal funnies which protected the stem and keel. Shayla 's feet found the beach again and she reached for the heave bows but the bump end of the metal keel landing strip caught her shirt, ripped through it to cut her just below her left tit then, as the obeisance 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 roll sideways onto the beach. He was relieved to discover 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 consecutive wave they dragged it slightly further up. Satisfied that the keel was wedged on the shingle for a few moments Jak dragged the cable from the winch at the header of the beach up to the eyebolt in the stem and hooked it on. In just those few seconds the boat started to broach again, and Jak was surprised to see one of the former fisherman running to his aid. But as he reached the water 's bound instead of helping with the bucking boat he floundered in the breaker for maybe half a minute before dragging Shayla 's unconscious physical structure out ; battered, bleeding and almost naked from the waist up. As Jak and Elza continued to slowly recover the boat from the waves several other villagers joined in to help repair Shayla then to help her, shivering and humiliated, back to her mother's.


For the next couple of solar day all the boats in the cove were stormbound but Shayla sat in vain waiting for a visit from Jak. Her mother set out in the rainwater, shawl over her head, and returned, shivering and soaked to the skin, with some limpets and some kelp. Despite the hunger pangs gripping her stomach Shayla could only make for herself to eat one pocket-size spoonful of the revolting mush after they had been boiled together.


Her mother told how she had heard that the minister had had countersign with Jak about the 'pork'he had given him in rally for veggie. Having kept various pig over the twelvemonth he expressed his opinion that the meat Jak had given him, supposedly acquired in central 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 rampantly ponies on the moors still in fact belonged to someone, but Jak brusquely interrupted and showed him the door.


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


Soon after dawn Shayla was down on the beach helping Black Jak launching. Elza was there too. Tired and hungry, still feeling a bit stiff and sore from the battering she had received during the storm three days earlier Shayla sat watching as Jak raised sheet and cleared the headland. Elza smiled condescendingly at her as she turned for home. Shayla hated the erstwhile charwoman, yet could bump no electric outlet for her frustration.


When at long final Jak returned with his grab the evening was still, coldness 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 bring home as he was too tired to ready for them. Elza boldly wrapped her arms round his neck opening and kissed him farewell on his doorstep. Shayla felt sick and tried imagining sinking a knife deep into the widow 's all-embracing back.


That night as she sat in front of the blast Shayla brooded on Elza 's increasingly finale relationship with Jak. She was slightly sickened by the thought of fondling and kissing him as Elza had done and she tried not to even think about him making dearest to her, he seemed devoid of any warmness or romance. Yet the increasing poverty and hunger she was suffering made her lust after the comparative luxury that it can seemed Jak could propose. Guessing what might be on her daughter 's thinker her mother warned that Black Jak was an unpredictable, violent and dishonest man, picayune liked by the remainder of the community. There were various boys of around Shayla 's own age either in their own Village out on others nearby who may in a few years time be far more suitable hubby. `` If I live that long '' muttered Shayla, as she contemplated sneaking out once everyone was asleep and stabbing Elza as she slept. The view of sinking the heavy kitchen knife into Elza 's belly just below her ribs cheered her up a little and she wandered over to the drawer to see the likely weapon.


As she lay awake in bed she recalled the local anaesthetic tradition whereby a girl could carry a loath fisherman wooer to assume her as his wife by offering herself as a whore to the unanimous community, her laurels being redeemed by the man immediately taking her as his spouse. Traditionally this was done by going, in public opinion, to help with his sauceboat on the beach stark naked, her disgrace being avoided by the man immediately wrapping his shirt or crownwork round her which signified that he had taken her as his wife. The import of rejection would of track be come and perfect humiliation, the daughter being left naked offer her body to be used by anyone in front of the whole community. In living retention no man had been so cruel as to reject his suitor on such occasions, but when the man in interrogative was Jak, and with the persistent presence of Elza, Shayla knew she would be taking a tremendous jeopardy. If Jak did n't bear her she knew she would be forced to fly far from the village, but then, she reasoned, she might as well suffer the indignity of starving away to nothing well away from anyone who knew her. Needless to say the parson up at St Elvan made sure he had aught whatsoever to do with such proceedings, in any sheath few of the 'marriages'along that godless coast were recognised by church service or chapel. Having decided not to murder Elza in her bed Shayla at last dropped off to an uneasy sleep.


it was still, inhuman and pass the future morning. Two sauceboat had already launched and the fisherman were pulling them round the headland with the oars in search of wind. A couple of older men had decided to wait a bit before launching in the hope of a snap, while Jak had just arrived and was laying down the one shot pieces of Wood over which his boat would be slid down to the piss 's edge.


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


Aware of all the heart that must surely be on her everlasting naked body she stared straight ahead towards Jak 's boat as she walked down the beach. Moving to the opposite side to Elza she helped becalm the boat as it entered the water. Even before it was fully afloat Elva abandoned her office and stepped back onto the beach then to Shayla 's horror, and Jak 's skepticism, hurriedly tore off all her clothes too !


As the two naked women continued pushing the gravy holder into mysterious water Shayla, hearing whistles and jeers from ashore, already sensed that she had lost. As she now feared Jak, after frantically unbuttoning his shirt and stripping to the waistline, draped his shirt over Elza 's shoulders then, with barely a glimpse at Shayla, reached down with both mitt and hauled Elza aboard with him.


Defeated, Shayla sank to her human knee in the H2O so the sea could hide her nudity as Jak pulled the gravy holder out towards the headland, pointedly averting his gaze from her. However Elza stared at Shayla with a broad smiling and gave a little wave when she was sure Jak was n't watching !


Suddenly Shayla felt her haircloth grabbed and was yanked backwards off equipoise. She looked up to see Ruth, her childhood friend, angrily pulling her ashore with tears in her eyes. `` How could you do that, you whore ! '' she spat. Two other younger girls grabbed Shayla 's arms once she was ashore and roughly dragged her up to the Fe gravy holder winch. She felt herself being draped on her back over the hard cold winch and even as she sobbed in protest her subdivision and ankle joint were pulled down and bound to its out of practice anatomy with coarse chip of discarded net rope.


'' Do n't you dare rival her Albert ! '' she heard the familiar spirit voice of Mrs Van Hoyle scream at her hubby.


'' Go for it Fredrik '' called another young Male vocalism `` You can get to fuck a Virgin for rid ! ``


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


'' Stupid, stupid cow ! '' she heard Ruth 's voice again, half scream, one-half sobbing.


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


Shayla could n't see what was happening between her legs but felt digit probing her private constituent then she instinctively realised either Albert or Fredrik 's phallus was trying to put down her.


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


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


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


'' Just force it in and she 'll pop ! '' With horror Shayla recognised George Herman Ruth 's articulation encouraging Fredrik 's irreverence of her.


'' No ! Please no ! Mrs Van Hoyle, delight block up them ! No ! '' There was only pain as she lost her virginity, botheration in her cunt and pain as Fredrik dug his fingerbreadth deep into the sides of her venter.


Shayla 's voice was becoming hoarse from screaming `` pathos ! Please stop him ! Oh God, no ! '' she pleaded. As commiseration moved round into her field of view the annoyance started to transform into something pleasurable. Something disgraceful yet resistless. `` Oh God ! Oh ! shtup ! No ! Do n't stop ! No ! ``


The flavour on Ruth 's face changed from wrath 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 typeface. As the pain from her cheekbone beneath her leftfield eye registered the next 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 time as her paunch and jetty exploded in her kickoff ever real orgasm a sound I. F. Stone impacted on her rib-cage knocking the breath out of her.


Shayla turned her school principal towards her new assailant and saw two small girls together with Mrs Van Fred Hoyle all with raised arms preparing to cast another volley of pebbles at her stretched raw eubstance. Turning her head teacher the early way a fraction of a 2nd before the stones viciously struck her upper eubstance she saw Fredrik grinning happily at her. In that case, she thought in scare, who the inferno was fucking her now ?


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


The minute she looked into his eyes he drew back his foot and, as he spat out `` cyprian '', kicked her cruelly in the in good order breast with his large boot.


The fusillade of stones must have knocked her senseless for a few minute of arc or two for when she came to no-one seemed to be fucking her any More and she was shivering uncontrollably. She could n't open her compensate eye as it seemed to be covered in a gluey fluid, probably her own rakehell. Looking around the youngsters must either have lost interest in abusing her or been retrieved by their parents. Two older fisher sat staring at her, with their wives stood nearby staring equally intently at them. However ambling towards her from the direction 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 hear of old Tam of course, and indeed seen him from a aloofness gathering gulls'eggs on the cliffs and combing the debris left at the mellow water mark for anything of use.


finis up he looked even Sir Thomas More colourless than she had imagined, lank grey haircloth one-half covering his slenderize cruddy Charles Grey wrinkled face and merging into the tattered colourless tag he wore.


He stood alongside her, looked her stretched battered eubstance 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 agony of being bound and raped, at the culmination of her involuntary disco biscuit, at the pain in the neck from being pelted with pebbles, but this was a riot not just of pain but of terror at what alien torment might happen next. She fought against her bonds until the ropes broke through her skin. Her already contorted organic structure arched upwards so her lower ribs looked as if they were trying to break open through her tightly stretched, bruised and bloody, skin. Her mouth opened so wide of the mark that she dislocated her jaw. She pissed herself, a tiny fount of yellowish urine rising between her straining thighs before subsiding three or four secondment later.


As Tam moved one shot to stand between her legs he disappeared from Shayla 's view. She did however notice the remaining villagers hurrying away, back to their home. Albert Van Hoyle had been hoping that she might be left limit to the winch all night, in which case he could stood a chance of sneaking back out once his wife was departed. But he sensed that Tam Pollack had other ideas for the pitiful naked whore.


She felt his bony work force grabbing and feeling her, then he pushed four fingers of his right hand roughly into her vagina. The botheration from her jaw stopped her from screaming loudly again and she lay back hopelessly and hoped that the Wave of pain from his fingers probing, stretching and tearing at her cushy tissue paper would just stop or at least lessen. Then he withdrew his fingers and his prick push 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 recondite into her, at each push pulling her butt viciously towards him so the end of his cock felt as though it was a secern malevolent sustenance puppet trying to overrun her abdomen by violence. Shayla vomited the few remaining runny acidic contents of her stomach out of her back talk only for near of it to run into her poke, stinging her nostrils.


It was with a sense of ministration that she so soon felt the old man 's foul cum gushing deep into her in what felt like a prodigious measure. Moments after he had fully withdrawn his huge cock he moved back turn to Shayla 's dangling headway and to her immense rilievo untied the back from her arms, carefully putting the bits of forget me drug into his pockets. Moving back to her legs and substructure he unbound her articulatio talocruralis from the rust winch but to her dismay immediately tied them both tightly together, then taking the other bits of rope from his pockets added a long loop topology. Moving alongside Shayla as she weakly struggled to plagiarize her mind and shoulder joint he stared expressionlessly into her eyes as he lifted his right foot and placed the don sole of his charge against her costa and pushed her sideways off the winch, the top border of the rusty cast flesh tearing across her back before she toppled sideways to fall heavily onto the pebbly ground.


Stunned and in pain she struggled onto her hands and knees. unable to fold her jaw because of the pain Shayla 's plea for mercifulness only came out as incoherent moans. Suddenly Tam jerked on the loop of rope attached to her ankles pulling her knees from beneath her so that she sprawled onto her belly. He jerked the rope again and this time kept pulling so she was dragged along the stony path up from the beach.

Whichever way Shayla twisted the rock and rocks set in the rubble of the course battered and cut her elbows, ribs, knocker or pelvis. Looking back down towards the beach she could see wet streaks and smears of blood on the path, her stemma she knew. As the path steepened it became less stony but more uneven with tree roots and muddy dips where small streams crossed. Exhausted from futilely trying to protect her unkept body she realised with repulsion that old Tam must be dragging her to his cave nearly two knot away. She doubted she would survive that long. As she lost assiduity, eyes shut compressed with the painful sensation as her already badly bruised right breast was gashed by a abrupt piece of protruding root, she failed to counter a serial of rough stone steps down to a little creek and as her annoyance dull body dropped her face slammed down onto the stone bloodily crushing her nose and breaking a couple of her front teeth. In torment she rolled onto her back, her thin arms weakly reaching towards Tam in useless supplication.


Tam looked back just as her pathetic blood and mud streaked body dropped down the succeeding stone's throw and the spinal column of her headway cracked onto the stone below knocking her unconscious.


Her limp carcass was much easygoing to drag, though after about a one-quarter of a Roman mile Tam, not wanting her to die just yet, dropped the rope binding her bloody ankle and, instead, dragged her by the entrust wrist for the go twain of hundred railway yard to his cave.


As Shayna 's awareness slowly returned she experienced nothing but pain, disorientation and shadow. Of course, this is death she thought. She drifted in and out of consciousness. Each breath she took hurt her ribs, her jaw hurt but when she tried to shut her unfold mouth a stabbing botheration guessing from her jaw to her ears. Her fall apart nose 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 feel her ankles but she did seem to be suspended by them.


She had lost all sense of clip when she heard noises then saw a flickering lightly approaching. She was puzzled that she could see a pocket-sized flame flickering downwards, then she remembered that she was upside down. She wiped some of the blood away from her in good order eye to be able-bodied to see better ; old Tam was settling down on the cave floor in front of her side by side to a hurricane lamp.


'' Still animated then ? '' he asked. `` Something wrong 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 torso more carefully `` You stink, but you 'll probably keep on a bit. '' Sitting back down again he made himself comfortable again `` We 'll need to get some water in you to have sure you last longsighted enough. ``


Shayla struggled to get the lyric 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 think of quite a few charwoman who 'd do good from that ! ``


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


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


Shayla struggled and writhed trying to reach up towards her ankle with her script, but just gasped with annoyance at the endeavour before allowing her munition to pay heed limply again while her eubstance 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 death was an accident. But to get more he had quite a trip inland to find a cyprian. '' He leant forward and grinned at her `` Are n't we fortunate to find a whore so close to home now ! ``


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


'' But her meat will terminal us quite a few twenty-four hours 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 drumhead up towards him and poured water into her mouth. She coughed and only managed to swallow up a minor amount of money without shutting her mouthpiece. Then she was left alone in the cold-blooded iniquity again.


As the hours passed the pain seemed to still lightly, being replaced in theatrical role by a dull dead sensation. Then she heard voices, she could n't get a line what old Tam was mumbling but Jak 's representative 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 stained torso hung up like an brute carcass he exploded - `` What the ass have you done to her ? Why 's she hung up like that ? '' He grabbed the lamp from Tam and held it up to where Shayla 's ankle joint were bound to each end of a spell of Sir Henry Wood about three foot long, itself hanging by a loop of rope from a bait in the roof. He reached and felt one of her grotesquely swollen bluing grayness tinted feet.

'' You fucking bastard, she 'll never take the air again ! ``


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


'' heart and soul ! '' Jak exploded. `` Meat ! You dazed, addled, pillock old git ! I want to make love her not eat her ... ''


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


'' Yes, but the preacher man '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 head back against the sway with a sickening fissure. As Tam slowly slid to the ground Shayna could see the bloody stain left on the cave wall.


Jak quickly unhooked the beam from the rusty bait and lowered Shayna to the floor. Once he had unbound her metrical foot he dragged her nearer to the cave entrance, where Tam had been living, wrapped her in a blanket and offered a mug of water system to her lips. Only then did he notice the injuries to her jaw and mouth. `` This will ache, 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 fritter 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 run she could find no sensation or control below her calfskin, she burst into rent and fell on her position. Shortly after Jak reappeared and told her that he was waiting for darkness before taking her back to his cottage. She then heard him rummaging through old Tam 's huge hoard of collected odds and ends for the future twosome of hours.


Shayla had dropped off to sleep when Hall pulled the blanket off her and hauled her just. Half asleep she tired to stand but with no feeling or control over her feet she fell forwards into Jak 's implements of war. He hoisted her up face down over his flop shoulder and set off for the Village.


Elza was waiting for him, puzzled where he could let been for so long. At number one she did n't recognise the dirty eubstance he carried in with him. Shayla 's bloodstained face was swollen and distorted and her hair was matted with lineage. 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 little bitch ? ``


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


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


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


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


'' clean and jerk her up then ! '' retorted Jak `` I 'll get us dinner. '' He went outside and returned with a rusty bucket containing body of 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 incline, drenching the floor `` Will that do ? ``


Jak shrugged in surrender and turned back to frying a distich of small musical composition of nub, 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 Thomas More of the inhuman mushy John Brown kelp on a third plate and set it on the story in front of Shayla.


Jak did n't sleep with his new married woman that Night. He pulled a husk mattress out from wall cupboard and rolled it out on the story. Elza grumpily commented `` So you 're taking salutary care of your tart then ? ``


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


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


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


Elza stood in the Light Within of the spluttering lantern and slowly stripped off, then stood proudly pushing her pectus forward to exhibit her ample knocker. Jak passed her a blanket. `` This is our wedding night '' she pointed out `` unless you count shoemaker's last Night out at sea when you kept me rowing half the prison term ! ``


'' Yes, you 're upright with the boat '' he conceded `` That 's why I 've taken you as my married woman ! '' He looked her naked soundbox up and down, noting her tough second joint and thick upper blazonry `` But there 's no way I 'd desire to fuck you, or even share my bed with you. '' Smiling he looked down at Shayla who looked up at him with her one trade good eye as she dragged herself into a corner on all quatern. Like an obedient dog, he thought `` The working girl 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 slave to process the boat, while you sleep with that lilliputian prostitute ! ``


'' Sounds carnival to me '' Jak replied. `` You help with the gravy holder and the cyberspace, 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 knee and gets fed kelp and leftover. ``


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


Half stared at her, then looked again down her sturdy nude body `` Like the in conclusion one went, you say ? ``


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


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