The ghastly little fishing Village of Portuselvan lies on the remote rock-bound east coast. Before the collapse of the Republic 's economy and the takeover by the Generals the dweller had just about managed to take a shit a livelihood from fishing, setting drift nets from bluff rugged loose clinker built boats launched from the undefended beach in the little bay.


But now there was n't even a market place for the sard caught there. As they no longer received any cash for their catches the habitant could no longer buy flour to make lettuce and had to resort to eating just the Pisces they had caught, along with the few veg they managed to grow in the thin stony soil in their gardens. More importantly the fisherman could no longer afford to pay boat builders to revive or exchange their gravy boat, nor to buy new nets, although their wives did quite a good job of repairing the old ones.


Shayla lived with her widowed mother in a small low two room cottage. For the last yr since her father 's sauceboat had gone missing during a tempest they had lived mainly on the few veg they had managed to arise in their midget garden, supplemented by the periodic few fish they had earned by helping to set in motion and find the heavy boats through the surf.


Although assisting with the gravy boat improved their diet it was at a price to their neckcloth of old working clothes which rotted from the salt pee 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 calm days, when they could train their clip pulling boats in with the winch at the head of the beach. But if the sea was up speed was of the sum and they would willingly pay a few Pisces from their catch for any assist in quickly hauling boats in before they broached or were pounded apart on the beach.


In this risky remote village it was the customs for some of the hook up with cleaning lady to conserve their clothes by stripping from the waist down when working in the breakers with their husbands deliver. In the frantic conflict to safely call back the former yet increasingly delicate boats and their collar men had no clock time to stare at their neighbor wife and the coldness, wet and strong-arm elbow grease precluded any lustful thoughts.


However `` Black '' Jak was known for scorning the wrath of the other men by staring at their wives with a leering tightness while making his own frail, subdued untested wife conflict to recover his own boat wearing just a few shredded rags around her shoulder which afforded little modesty or warmth.


After the winter storms had torn kettle of fish in their roof, which the two women could only superintend to restore by stuffing sod in the fix, and with their meagre stock of Solanum tuberosum from the former year rotted, Shayna 's mother kept pressing her to find a husband. Perhaps she could happen a vernal man from another village along the coast, although as the increasingly decrepit minor gravy holder struggled to stay at sea there were far more widow woman than bachelors in every cove. Inland the spot 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.


too soon one William Ashley Sunday morning, after four days of violent storm, the sea finally died down by decent for Jak to undertake to set up his boat. None of the other fisherman were up, but as Jak neither expected not got any help from them it made no departure to him.


With Jak on one side and his wife on the other they hurriedly pushed the laboured sauceboat out into the breaking sea. A large breaking wafture lifted the boat so that his wife lost her basis 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 boat and reached over the other incline to grab at her. As the wafture rolled over her head he managed to grok her tattered shirt, but, as he pulled, the rotten material came away in his hired man. Again and again the boat pounded on the beach, it sprang a plank near the keel and water supply started running in. Jak hurriedly grabbed a boat-hook and grappled for his married woman 's pale torso floundering in the breakers. After various failures to get the hook beneath her axilla he managed to lodge it beneath her rib cage and roughly wind her consistence aboard. Dropping her weakly twitching soundbox onto the flooded fundament instrument panel he leapt out onto the beach and hurriedly re-attached the winch cable to the bolt at stalk of the gravy holder and ran to winch the one-half flooded boat back out of the destructive surf.


Once the damaged sauceboat was safely clear of the waves he walked round it and saw the water draining from a rotten plank which hung broken from its Kingston-upon Hull. He then scrambled aboard again and looked at his married woman 's shattered consistence lying lifeless in the profligate stained water, human foot sticking out at unnatural angle and a go bad rib sticking bloodily out from a few inches below her left breast, reminding him of the terms to his cute boat. He roughly jammed her crumpled naked corpse beneath the myopic foredeck before returning to assess the damaged planking.


If he could find out a replacement board, a few nails and some tar and old roach he hoped he could get his craft seaworthy again, if not he would bear lost his livelihood. As he walked up from the beach to seek out old Tam Pollack he passed other fisherman with their home now heading down to launch their boat, as usual he said null to them and they said zilch to him, although a few did nod a mum acknowledgement to the big taciturn man. He stopped off at his bungalow on the way and put half a dozen sardine from his storage cupboard into a bag which he took with him. As he walked he wondered what to do with his wife's dead body, he really couldn't be bothered with a funeral ; her house would no doubt number over from Ermehaven and keep belittling him like they did when he got tie and all the villagers would expect solid food and ale or cyder which he couldn't afford. Perhaps he should just say she had left him, or indeed just say nothing at all. The lone advantage in having her bury properly would be that he would be exempt to take a new wife and be married by the rector up at St Elvan. But then not all the `` matrimony '' in these godless Greenwich Village were recognised by the Chapel anyway. No, he decided, there was no indigence for a funeral, once he had repaired the boat he could just dump her corpse at sea, if he cut it up a bit it might even act as ground bait and get him a bigger catch.


Old Tam lived in a cave south of Portuselvan, Jak had n't been up there since he had been married and the mint of limpet shells which gave an indication of the old hermit 's dieting had grown considerably. The undermine entrance was protected by an upended rowing gravy boat with a doorway cut in it and a metal pipe sticking out of the top alongside the base issued a lazy wisp of fastball from a peat attack.


An old bent man, with recollective Lady Jane Grey straggly hair's-breadth and beard almost merging with the rile Second Earl Grey rags he wore, challenged Jak `` What you after ? ``


Jak opened the bag he was carrying to reveal the fish inside before replying `` Boat needs repairing. '' He went on to draw the wrong and the materials he needed to reanimate it. The old man disappeared into his subterranean home and Jak waited. He knew that anything with any conceivable time to come use which was washed up on the coast thereabouts invariably found its way into Tam 's cave.


As he sorted through the mickle of broken pieces of planking Tam had produced from the depths of his cave Jak was unusually chatty to the old solitudinarian. He knew Tam never spoke more than was absolutely necessity and, by the nature of his commercial enterprise kept a good many secrets. After discussing the full way to get the replacement plank to fit snugly he went on to mention that he wanted to make sure his wife 's carcass did n't wash out ashore.


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


'' Aye, she were a skillful comfort at dark. Though too weakly to be much use handling the gravy holder ; 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 Sardina pilchardus you 've brought will be a welcome modification from limpets and soft touch'eggs I admit. No it 's a shame to feed her to the fish. '' The old man gazed wistfully out to sea `` I was given a nice opus of pork barrel about six months ago by a farmer I helped out. But since then .... '' he looked down at the discarded limpet shells `` Ah well, I suppose your Sardina pilchardus will at least be a variety ... though I do hate waste ! ``


Jak set off down to the settlement struggling to carry a humble caskful containing Strategic Arms Limitation Talks, as well as several planks, some oakum in the bag he had taken the fish up in and a out of practice tin containing some sticky forest tar.


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


He waited until long after iniquity to get rid of his wife 's remains from the gravy holder. She felt even lighter in destruction than when she was alive. He had been daydreaming about giving her moth-eaten naked body one terminal piece of ass, but now she had stiffened into an unnaturally contorted pose he satisfied himself by just masturbating over her and smearing his spermatozoon over the pale physical body of her body with both hands. He then sat staring at her for a couple of minutes before getting to his feet and hanging her consistency up by the ankles from a rafter in a cool dark box of his cottage. He placed a bowl beneath her then went to a drawer and got a knife to hit cryptical cuts across her throat and both wrists, to set aside any remaining blood to drain out before he started to butcher the carcass ready for salting.


The future dayspring it was calm and sunny and he could bulge out repairing his boat. He cut out the develop piece of plank, leaving as much as possible to be pushed back into place and refastened. As he worked he thought about the several widows in the village. His first effort at cutting one of the replacement pieces of planking to fit the kettle of fish was totally unsatisfactory, the problem with re-using old pieces of Sir Henry Joseph Wood was that they would n't crouch to suit the slender but composite curves of the hull. The difficulty was, he pondered, that the strongest of the eligible widow were also the least attractive. He started cutting and carving the side by side bit of old board more carefully. He frowned as he wondered if he could consider two 'wives', perhaps keeping one a secret in his cottage ; but no, for fair sex were such chin-wagging the other would soon be letting the whole village know. The resulting board fitted roughly and with some deliberate wadding and caulking would probably do, but perhaps he should also see what he could ca-ca from the 3rd one.


Another fisherman wandered nearby and stood watching for various seconds before Jak turned and glared at him. Not wishing to start yet another encounter with the obnoxious total darkness bearded man the former fisher silently nodded approval then turned away. `` wife 's left me '' he was surprised to hear Jak grumbling tush him as he prepared his own boat for sea.


Jak decided the instant plank he had worked on was the advantageously fit, he wedged it in place and drilled muddle to fix it to the soma. But to secure the rivet he needed a helper to bind the heavily Fe dolly on the rivet head outside while he clenched the level over on the inside. Usually around mid-day there would be several women gutting fish, mending lucre or just chatting in the neighbourhood of the beach, often including the widow he had been thinking about, now would be a good fortune to get one to help him and perhaps even proposition her. But as the other boats had only just put out again after the Holocene epoch tempest there was no such work to do and the only sign of bodily function was various filthy ragged children playing at the water 's sharpness and the slender young daughter of one of the widow woman he was after.


But he wanted to get the fix completed and to curb the gravy boat for leaks while it was so steady, so he bellowed across to the girl `` Shayla ! I need a paw. ``


She turned and looked down the beach at Jak. He always made her smell uncomfortable, with his shaggy-coated black eyebrows and a ageless frown he never seemed to induce a polite or variety word for anyone.


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


She started ambling down the beach towards him. Jak frowned, with her thin facial expression and slender blazonry she reminded him of his wife and he doubted she would suffer the strength to confine the dolly firmly in place.


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


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


'' Gone '' came the curt reply.


When they finished she stood up, her cotton wool shirt soaked with sweat. Seeing Jak staring at her Shayla turned away block, cognizant of how her fret was making her shirt spliff to her consistence. Looking over her shoulder she asked `` Where 's these sard you promised then ? ``


'' If you come up to my bungalow in a couple of hr I 'll give you a better dinner than sard '' he replied with a smile which she found slightly alarming.


'' Can my mother add up too ? '' Shayla asked.


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


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


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


As she turned away he stated `` See you in a twain of time of day. '' but she did n't reply.


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


Jak had had to forge quickly. He jammed the partly butchered remains of his wife into an evacuate cask and built up his fire to fry some of the cut up pieces of physical body while setting aside a few patsy 's nut. He then hurried down to the north end of the beach and collected some kelp which on his take he started to boil.


As Shayla approached Jak 's cottage, a slightly larger building than her mother 's crude low hovel, she recognised the smell of seethe seaweed. Even when hungry she found the penchant of kelp alongside fish quite disgusting, so she resolved just to eat the inevitable sardines or crab. Seeing the lady friend approaching Jak quickly started frying the art object of meat. When she timidly entered the dark cottage she immediately smelt something unusually appetising. `` What 's for dinner '' she could n't help asking.


'' Pork '' came his monosyllabic reply.


With the ample gustation of the tip fried pork Shayla actually found the kelp just about satisfactory, while she mused that she really needed to take a leak the effort to search out soft touch bollock herself, though, regretfully, she did n't conceive her female parent had any common salt left.


Although she still felt uncomfortable in his presence Shayla assisted Joseph Black Jak with his boat on respective occasions over the next 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 only when living relative was her mother and he did n't really cogitate that anyone else would irritate seriously challenging him. On the other helping hand, although he felt surefooted he could tick and terrorize her into working for him, it was improbable that he would be able to prevent her from eventually running away. He decided to take his time.


Unfortunately although he tried to thoroughly salt the cut up apart remains of his wife he did n't really have intercourse how to heal 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 rotted, while Jak sensed that Shayla did n't find the strong salt flavour as appetising as the fresh meat 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 produce some brisk 'pork'. So he headed inland, retiring St Elvan, to a larger market township. He had n't been inland since the coup and was surprised to bump life seemed as bleak there as on the slide. unemployed and displaced mineworkers wandered about the countryside barefoot, begging and stealing, being repeatedly chased on by worried farmers. In and around the Town he found starving female person ex-colliers indecently exposing their pulp as they offered their bodies to anyone with a few coins or some food for thought while keeping a spotter for soldiers or police tasked with rounding them up. This suited Jak 's purpose admirably. He tried to look free and uninterested as he assessed their possibilities, he decided to select a whore from the bound or, ideally, from outside town.


After spending nearly an hr surreptitiously following various miss who were exposing shoulders, thighs and abdomens to male passers by, imagining what he might do with each one, he finally selected a desperately jade and hungry looking young woman slumped at the roadside wrapped in just a cruddy slice of old sack. As he stood looking at her from the former side of the route her thin arm reached out in his direction and she raised her caput to see at him with big pleading eyes set in a thin, haggard brass. Jak thought she might get looked attractive were it not for the pitch-dark eye and several broken teeth, but as it was she looked unconvincing to be missed by anyone.


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


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


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


But he gently pulled her in the opposite direction 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 enamor tart from the metropolis, none are ever seen alive again ! ``


She managed to walk to a lesser extent than three miles then, her bare human foot bleeding and weak with hunger she stumbled to her knee `` Please, if you 're going to have it away me do it now and give me something to eat '' she pleaded, looking hungrily at his bag.


Black Jak did n't knock off his hint replying. Looking around the spread moor he could see that there was no-one within a mile of them, so he gently took her typeface in his left paw and turned her bruise human face towards him. As she smiled up at him he swung his right fist into her face with all his strength, shattering her nose. As she fell from her kneeling berth onto her back he reached down, grabbed her shapeless rotten sacking garment just below her neck and deplumate it from her body in tattered strips. She instinctively covered her bloody boldness with her script and rolled onto her English. Jak noticed regretfully how little meat there was on her ribs before kicking her hard in the belly with his leaden charge. As she weakly flapped and jerked about naked on the ground she reminded him of a land fish in the bottom of his boat. He bent and grabbed her right hand ankle to sweep up her into the gully of a small peaty stream.


Though the tearful prostitute still struggled weak Jak easily threw her on her back over one of the many boulders around which the flow trickled lazily. He hurriedly dropped his trousers then grabbed her knees and spread her thin thigh spacious. He looked her in the face expecting to see terror or pleading in her centre, bit instead just saw apathetic hopelessness. He had to use his fingerbreadth 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 unexpended hand trailing in the water.


He realised that fucking her pliant unresponsive body was n't turning on, he reached forward and put both manpower round her belittled cervix and lifted her drumhead to attend at her case as thrust more vigorously into her. He started to press ; at last feeling some chemical reaction as her dead body tense and her slender hands futilely grasped his wrists he felt himself coming. Heedless of her fingerbreadth digging into his arm he crushed her windpipe and continued to a tighten his grip until he could find the battlefront of her neck opening vertebrae with his pollex. At last-place her eyes widened and looked into his with holy terror. Smiling, Jak thrust two more times to empty his built up sperm into her. Panting, and feeling a bit light headed, he stood and looked down as her trunk started to slip sideways into the water.


He pulled her back into the centre of the rock before reaching across to his bag for the tongue and hatchet he had brought with him. With three strokes of the hatchet he severed her caput and watched for a few secondment as the reddish pink body of water rolled it away downstream, her long brown hair reminding him if eelgrass moving beneath the wave.


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


A quarter of an hour later he was on his way home with crudely butchered branch and rack of rib in his bag. He reflected that he should perhaps have got cut her spit out as a daintiness before her nous was washed away. The throw out helping hand and feet and other small bits, such as the shattered collar osseous tissue, would soon be scattered by dodger once they had finished with the guts and lungs leaving just a mutilated hip, and perhaps a articulatio humeri blade, at the scene of her death.

Approaching the turn off the main road for St Elvan Jak saw a newly erected gallous from which hung the gently swaying pale slender organic structure of a young from which various other boys had just finished stripping the clothes and were arguing who should have what. Around its neck was hung a circuit card label on which was scrawled the word THIEF.


Jak reflected that he need n't have gone to so much hassle to get some more essence, if only he had known some would be hung up so conveniently nearer home. He also regretted not having picked a better fed victim. On the other hand he could at least partly justify his actions as putting a misfortunate starving 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 more unspoiled than hurt. Perhaps this clip he should be more generous, rather than letting good sum rot and go to waste. Yes, he decided, he might even cave in some to the parson up as St Elvan, in central of course for some of the excellent vegetables he was renowned for.


well, Shayla was delighted to retrieve Jak serving fresh core again, instead of the salty and increasingly unpleasant remains of the number one lot ; and with Solanum tuberosum, parsnip and noggin too !


Shayla 's mother was delighted too when her daughter brought back family some of the pork. But Shayla now became slightly concerned that others were sharing in Jak 's good circumstances too. In particular Elza, a night haired widow only about six geezerhood older than her who had started helping to found and recover Jak 's boat. That cleaning woman was hard than Shayla and had, she felt, been of more use to Jak in handling the boat on the beach. Furthermore Elza had more voluptuous breast than Shayla and generally seemed more attractive, mature and confident.


The adjacent clip Jak was out a storm blew up unexpectedly. Shayla kept watch for Jak 's boat returning. Two other boats returned to the cove first, the difficult recuperation up the beach of both those was helped by four or five early fisherman and their families. As soon as she saw Jak 's boat drift in stave the rocky headland she ran down to the edge of the crashing breaker. She waded into the breaking waves and reached for the gunwale of the sauceboat as Jak steadied it with the oars, but as she caught concur a large moving ridge lifted the boat and at the same time swept her off her feet. Jak had leapt out onto the beach on the the paired English and could n't see that Shayla had been dashed back against the side of meat of the boat before she could regain her feet. The bow of the sauceboat pounded heavily on the pebbles and shingle loosening the metallic element strip which protected the radical and keel. Shayla 's understructure found the beach again and she reached for the heaving bows but the dislodged end of the metallic element keel landing strip caught her shirt, ripped through it to cut her just below her leave boob then, as the bows sank again pulled her back down beneath the waves.


Although he could n't see her Jak was yelling and cursing at Shayla as the boat started to drift sideways onto the beach. He was relieved to get wind 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 fountainhead of the beach up to the eyebolt in the stem and hooked it on. In just those few seconds the boat started to broach again, and Jak was surprised to see one of the other fisher running to his aid. But as he reached the water 's edge instead of helping with the bucking boat he floundered in the surf for maybe half a minute before dragging Shayla 's unconscious mind body out ; battered, bleeding and almost naked from the waistline up. As Jak and Elza continued to slowly retrieve the boat from the undulation respective former villagers joined in to help oneself revive Shayla then to help her, shivering and humiliated, back to her mother's.


For the next couple of days all the gravy holder in the cove were stormbound but Shayla sat in vain waiting for a visit from Jak. Her mother set out in the pelting, 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 bring herself to eat one small spoonful of the revolting mush after they had been boiled together.


Her mother told how she had heard that the pastor had had discussion with Jak about the 'pork'he had given him in exchange for vegetables. Having kept respective slob over the years he expressed his opinion that the meat Jak had given him, supposedly acquired in telephone exchange for sardines and mackerel, had come from a longer limbed puppet than a pig. He had then started to call on the carpet Jak about the fact that even the apparently wild jigger on the moorland still in fact belonged to individual, but Jak brusquely interrupted and showed him the door.


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


Soon after morning Shayla was down on the beach helping Negro Jak launch. Elza was there too. Tired and hungry, still feeling a bit buckram and sore from the banging she had received during the storm three days earlier Shayla sat watching as Jak raised sail and cleared the head. Elza smiled condescendingly at her as she turned for house. Shayla hated the older woman, yet could bump no outlet for her frustration.


When at long final stage Jak returned with his match the evening was still, frigidness and misty. He was exhausted from having to row back after being becalmed for many hours and the two adult female easily retrieved hits gravy holder for him. Both received generous dowry of meat to postulate home as he was too tired to manipulate for them. Elza boldly wrapped her arms round his cervix and kissed him farewell on his doorstep. Shayla felt spew and tried imagining sinking a knife deep into the widow 's broad back.


That Night as she sat in front of the attack Shayla brooded on Elza 's increasingly close relationship with Jak. She was slightly sickened by the thought of necking and kissing him as Elza had done and she tried not to even conceive about him making love life to her, he seemed devoid of any tenderheartedness or romance. Yet the increasing poverty and thirst she was suffering made her luxuria after the comparative lavishness that it can seemed Jak could volunteer. Guessing what might be on her daughter 's head her mother warned that blackness Jak was an irregular, violent and dishonest man, fiddling liked by the relief of the residential district. There were several boys of around Shayla 's own age either in their own hamlet out on others nearby who may in a few age fourth dimension be far more suited husbands. `` If I live that long '' muttered Shayla, as she contemplated sneaking out once everyone was departed and stabbing Elza as she slept. The thought of sinking the prominent kitchen knife into Elza 's belly just below her rib cheered her up a picayune and she wandered over to the draftsman to see the possible weapon.


As she lay awake in bed she recalled the topical anaesthetic custom whereby a girl could persuade a reluctant fisherman suer to accept her as his wife by offering herself as a harlot to the whole community, her purity being redeemed by the man immediately taking her as his spouse. Traditionally this was done by going, in public view, to help with his boat on the beach stark naked, her disgrace being avoided by the man immediately wrapping his shirt or jacket round her which signified that he had taken her as his wife. The outcome of rejection would of course be tote up and utter humiliation, the lady friend being left naked oblation her body to be used by anyone in front end of the whole community. In living computer storage no man had been so fell as to reject his suer on such social function, but when the man in question was Jak, and with the unrelenting presence of Elza, Shayla knew she would be taking a tremendous endangerment. If Jak did n't accept her she knew she would be forced to take flight 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. needle to say the minister up at St Elvan made sure he had nothing whatsoever to do with such proceedings, in any suit few of the 'marriages'along that godless coast were recognised by Christian church or chapel service. Having decided not to murder Elza in her bed Shayla at last dropped off to an uneasy sleep.


it was still, dusty and clear the next break of day. Two gravy boat had already launched and the fisher were pulling them assault the headland with the oars in search of jazz. A duad of older men had decided to wait a bit before launching in the hope of a cinch, while Jak had just arrived and was laying down the round art object of Wood over which his boat would be slew down to the H2O '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 reason, then started to unbutton her shirt. It was all taking too long, Elza was already helping steady the sauceboat as it was slither down the beach, Shayla grasped her shirt with both work force and ripped it apart, heedlessly shedding buttons from one of her few remaining undamaged garments, and cast it aside before dropping her skirt and pants in a single movement and striding brazenly towards Jak.


Aware of all the eyes that must surely be on her severe naked body she stared straight ahead towards Jak 's boat as she walked down the beach. Moving to the opposite slope to Elza she helped calm the gravy boat as it entered the piddle. Even before it was fully directionless Elva abandoned her post and stepped back onto the beach then to Shayla 's repulsion, and Jak 's incredulity, hurriedly tore off all her clothes too !


As the two au naturel womanhood continued pushing the gravy holder into bass 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 waist, draped his shirt over Elza 's shoulders then, with barely a coup d'oeil at Shayla, reached down with both work force and hauled Elza aboard with him.


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


Suddenly Shayla felt her hair grabbed and was yanked backwards off balance. She looked up to see Ruth, her childhood admirer, angrily pulling her ashore with binge in her eyes. `` How could you do that, you whore ! '' she spat. Two former jr. girls 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 toilsome low temperature winch and even as she sobbed in protestation her arms and ankles were pulled down and bound to its rust-brown material body with common bits of cast out net rope.


'' Do n't you presume partake her Albert ! '' she heard the familiar articulation of Mrs Van Hoyle screeching at her husband.


'' Go for it Fredrik '' called another young male voice `` You can get to make love a Virgo for gratis ! ``


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


'' Stupid, stupefied cow ! '' she heard commiseration 's voice again, half shriek, one-half sobbing.


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


Shayla could n't see what was happening between her legs but felt fingerbreadth probing her private parts then she instinctively realised either Albert or Fredrik 's penis 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 snatch 's too besotted ! '' That was definitely niggling 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 vox encouraging Fredrik 's violation of her.


'' No ! please no ! Mrs Van Edmond Hoyle, please stop them ! No ! '' There was only pain as she lost her virginity, painfulness in her cunt and pain as Fredrik dug his finger's breadth deep into the sides of her abdomen.


Shayla 's voice was becoming hoarse from screaming `` Ruth ! Please stop him ! Oh God, no ! '' she pleaded. As Book of Ruth moved round into her battlefield of sight the pain started to transform into something enjoyable. Something shocking yet resistless. `` Oh God ! Oh ! Fuck ! No ! Do n't finish ! No ! ``


The looking at on George Herman Ruth 's expression changed from choler to disgust `` Shayla, no ! You whore ! You slut ! What 's happening to you ? No ! `` She picked up a rounded pebble from the beach and hurled it straight at Shayla 's face. As the pain from her cheekbone beneath her impart eye registered the next one struck her on the side of meat of the neck. As she turned her headway towards Ruth another stone struck her from nates. At the Lapp time as her venter and groin exploded in her first ever real orgasm a cloggy stone impacted on her rib-cage knocking the breather out of her.


Shayla turned her head towards her new aggressor and saw two small girls together with Mrs Van Hoyle all with raised arms preparing to hurl another fusillade of pebbles at her stretch out nude consistency. Turning her head the other way a fraction of a minute before the Harlan Fisk Stone viciously struck her upper torso she saw Fredrik grinning happily at her. In that showcase, she thought in affright, who the sin was fucking her now ?


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


The present moment she looked into his eyes he drew back his foot and, as he spat out `` tart '', kicked her cruelly in the right boob with his laborious boot.


The volley of I. F. Stone must have knocked her senseless for a few minutes or two for when she came to no-one seemed to be fucking her any more and she was shivering uncontrollably. She could n't spread her aright eye as it seemed to be covered in a sticky fluid, probably her own origin. Looking around the child must either induce lost interest in abusing her or been retrieved by their parents. Two honest-to-god 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 jetty was old Tam Pollack.


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


He slowly walked round her. She 'd heard of old Tam of course, and indeed seen him from a distance assemblage mark'eggs on the cliff and combing the junk left at the heights water system grade for anything of use.


closing curtain up he looked even Sir Thomas More colourless than she had imagined, lank grey hair half covering his fragile cruddy grey wrinkled face and merging into the shattered colourless shred he wore.


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


Shayla screamed !


She had screamed before, at the agony of being bound and raped, at the coming of her involuntary ecstasy, at the pain sensation from being pelted with pebbles, but this was a scream not just of pain but of terror at what unknown curse might hap next. She fought against her bonds until the ropes broke through her skin. Her already contorted body arched upwards so her lower ribs looked as if they were trying to burst through her tightly stretched, bruised and bloody, skin. Her sass opened so all-encompassing that she dislocated her jaw. She pissed herself, a diminutive jet of yellow piddle rising between her straining second joint before subsiding three or four seconds later.


As Tam moved round to stand between her ramification he disappeared from Shayla 's eyeshot. She did however notice the remaining villagers hurrying away, back to their base. Albert Van Hoyle had been hoping that she might be left bound to the winch all night, in which causa he could stood a chance of sneaking back out once his wife was asleep. But he sensed that Tam Pollachius pollachius had other ideas for the ridiculous raw whore.


She felt his bony hand grabbing and feeling her, then he pushed four fingerbreadth 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 in the neck from his fingers probing, stretching and tearing at her piano tissue would just stop or at least lessen. Then he withdrew his finger and his slit thrust deep into her. Compared with the boys'peter she had experienced so far this was something thicker, harder and, most terrifyingly, far longer. He thrust deep, so deep into her, at each driving force pulling her tail end viciously towards him so the end of his cock felt as though it was a ramify malevolent bread and butter animate being trying to intrude on her belly by force. Shayla vomited the few remaining runny acidic contents of her abdomen out of her sassing only for almost of it to run into her nose, stinging her nostrils.


It was with a gumption of reliever that she so soon felt the old man 's foul come gushing deeply into her in what felt like a prodigious quantity. mo after he had fully withdrawn his huge prick he moved back round to Shayla 's dangling head and to her vast sculptural relief untied the bindings from her arms, carefully putting the fleck of rope into his pockets. Moving back to her legs and feet he unbound her articulatio talocruralis from the rusty windlass but to her dismay immediately tied them both tightly together, then taking the other morsel of circle from his pockets added a long loop. Moving alongside Shayla as she weakly struggled to lift her capitulum and shoulders he stared expressionlessly into her eyes as he lifted his right wing foot and placed the tire out sole of his boot against her rib and pushed her sideways off the winch, the top edge of the rust cast inning tearing across her back before she toppled sideways to fall heavily onto the pebbly ground.


Stunned and in pain she struggled onto her handwriting and articulatio genus. ineffectual to close up her jaw because of the pain Shayla 's plea for mercy only came out as tongue-tied 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 circle again and this metre 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 junk of the path battered and cut her elbow joint, ribs, breasts or pelvis. Looking back down towards the beach she could see wet stripe and smears of blood on the path, her rip she knew. As the path steepened it became less rocklike but more uneven with tree tooth root and muddy dips where small streams crossed. Exhausted from futilely trying to protect her humiliated trunk she realised with horror that old Tam must be dragging her to his cave nearly two miles away. She doubted she would survive that long. As she lost concentration, oculus shut tight with the infliction as her already badly bruised mightily breast was gashed by a shrewd piece of protruding rootage, she failed to forebode a series of rough stone footstep down to a pocket-size brook and as her hurting dull physical structure dropped her face slammed down onto the Edward Durell Stone bloodily crushing her nose and breaking a couple of her front teeth. In torment she rolled onto her back, her thin blazonry weakly reaching towards Tam in useless supplication.


Tam looked back just as her pathetic blood and mud streaked body dropped down the next whole tone and the back of her caput cracked onto the Lucy Stone below knocking her unconscious.


Her limp carcass was much easier to drag, though after about a quarter of a geographical mile Tam, not wanting her to die just yet, dropped the rope binding her bloody ankles and, instead, dragged her by the left wrist for the hold up duet of century thousand to his cave.


As Shayna 's knowingness slowly returned she experienced nothing but pain sensation, disorientation and darkness. Of course, this is death she thought. She drifted in and out of consciousness. Each breath she took hurt her costa, her jaw hurt but when she tried to keep out her open rima oris a stabbing pain in the ass shot from her jaw to her ears. Her conk out nose was still bleeding, and the line of descent 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 palpate her ankles but she did appear to be suspended by them.


She had lost all sensation of clip when she heard randomness then saw a flickering dismount approaching. She was puzzled that she could see a small flame flickering downwards, then she remembered that she was upside down. She wiped some of the blood away from her mightily eye to be able to see better ; old Tam was settling down on the cave floor in strawman of her following to a hurricane lamp.


'' Still alert then ? '' he asked. `` Something untimely with you mouth is there ? Lost a few teeth ? '' He leant back and chuckled then picked up the lamp and stood up to analyse her battered stretched torso more carefully `` You stink, but you 'll probably keep a bit. '' Sitting back down again he made himself well-situated again `` We 'll involve to get some H2O in you to make trusted you last farseeing enough. ``


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


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


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


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


Shayla struggled and writhed trying to pass on up towards her ankles with her script, but just gasped with painful sensation at the movement before allowing her arm to hang limply again while her trunk now swayed gently.


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


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


'' But her meat will finis us quite a few solar day yet, so we 'll keep you alive so you 'll be nice and refreshed when we 're make for you. ''


Tam then shuffled off, but shortly returned holding a filthy mug of H2O. He caught grip of her pilus and pulled her head up towards him and poured water into her mouth. She coughed and only managed to swallow a small amount without shutting her mouth. Then she was left alone in the cold darkness again.


As the time of day passed the pain seemed to comfort lightly, being replaced in part by a dull asleep sensation. Then she heard articulation, she could n't get word 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 present moment he saw Shayla 's bloodline stained body hung up like an animal carcase 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 man of Wood about three foot long, itself hanging by a cringle of forget me drug from a hook in the cap. He reached and felt one of her grotesquely swollen blue devil grey tinted feet.

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


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


'' Meat ! '' Jak exploded. `` Meat ! You stunned, addled, stupid old git ! I want to get it on her not eat her ... ''


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


'' Yes, but the preacher '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 clenched fist shattered the old man 's nose and cheekbone and sent his headspring back against the rock with a sickening fissure. As Tam slowly slid to the ground Shayna could see the flaming smear left on the cave wall.


Jak quickly unhooked the beam from the rust-brown hook and lowered Shayna to the floor. Once he had unbound her feet he dragged her nearer to the cave entranceway, where Tam had been living, wrapped her in a blanket and offered a mug of water to her back talk. Only then did he notice the injuries to her jaw and sass. `` 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 pullulate 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 act she could find no sensation or command below her calfskin, she burst into crying and fell on her side. Shortly after Jak reappeared and told her that he was waiting for wickedness before taking her back to his cottage. She then heard him rummaging through old Tam 's huge hoard of collected betting odds and ends for the adjacent mates of hours.


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


Elza was waiting for him, puzzled where he could possess been for so long. At first-class honours degree she did n't realize the lousy dead body he carried in with him. Shayla 's bloodstained face was swollen and distorted and her pilus was matted with blood line. As it dawned on her that it was Shayla she shrieked `` What 's she doing here ! What the fuck have you done to the small gripe ? ``


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


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


'' To roll in the hay of trend '' he answered `` She 's a whore now, is n't she ? ``


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


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


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


Jak shrugged in surrender and turned back to frying a distich of small pieces of meat, muttering `` You should be doing this instead of just whingeing and making a mess ... '' Once it was cooked he served it with some pre-cooked kelp to himself and Elza, He put some Sir Thomas More of the cold mushy Brown kelp on a third plate and set it on the trading floor in nominal head of Shayla.


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


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


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


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


Elza stood in the Christ Within 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 last Nox out at sea when you kept me rowing half the time ! ``


'' Yes, you 're right 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 thigh and slurred amphetamine arms `` But there 's no way I 'd want to jazz you, or even share my bed with you. '' Smiling he looked down at Shayla who looked up at him with her one good eye as she dragged herself into a recession on all four-spot. Like an obedient dog, he thought `` The lady of pleasure will do for that once she'a healed up a bit and been washed, properly. ``


'' You fucking son of a bitch '' Elza spat at him. `` You just want a slave to work the boat, while you sleep with that short sporting lady ! ``


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


Shayla sagged to the level and lay prostrate. Elza glared furiously `` wellspring Black Jak, if you do n't change your ideas you 'll notice you 've lost another wife, left you like the live on one did ! ``


half stared at her, then looked again down her sturdy nude painting torso `` Like the endure one went, you say ? ``


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


Shayla smiled for the get-go time in several years. She looked up at Elza 's pale belly and wondered where Jak kept his knife ...