The grim little fishing village of Portuselvan lies on the remote rock-bound eastward coast. Before the collapse of the Republic 's economy and the coup by the general the inhabitants had just about managed to urinate a living from fishing, setting drift nets from bluff rugged capable clinker built sauceboat launched from the undecided beach in the little bay.


But now there was n't even a grocery store for the sardines caught there. As they no longer received any Johnny Cash for their catches the inhabitants could no longer buy flour to induce kale and had to repair to eating just the fish they had caught, along with the few vegetables they managed to grow in the thin stony soil in their gardens. More importantly the fisherman could no longer open to pay gravy holder builders to compensate or supplant their boats, nor to buy new nets, although their wife did quite a dear job of repairing the old ones.


Shayla lived with her widowed mother in a small low two roomed bungalow. For the last class since her begetter 's sauceboat had gone missing during a storm they had lived mainly on the few veggie they had managed to arise in their bantam garden, supplemented by the periodic few fish they had earned by helping to launch and recover the heavy boat through the surf.


Although assisting with the gravy holder improved their diet it was at a toll to their pedigree of old working wearing apparel which rotted from the salt piss and were then torn apart by the breaking breaker. Shayla sadly reflected that the men would manage with just the aid of their wife on steady days, when they could take their clock time pulling gravy boat in with the winch at the head of the beach. But if the sea was up speed was of the meat and they would willingly pay a few Pisces from their snap for any assistance in quickly hauling gravy boat in before they broached or were pounded apart on the beach.


In this wild remote hamlet it was the custom for some of the get hitched with cleaning lady to preserve their apparel by stripping from the waistline down when working in the surf with their hubby present. In the excited struggle to safely call back the old yet increasingly weak gravy holder and their catches men had no time to stare at their neighbour wives and the cold, wet and physical travail precluded any lewd thoughts.


However `` Black '' Jak was known for scorning the wrath of the other men by staring at their wife with a leering assiduity while making his own frail, subdued Danton True Young wife conflict to recover his own boat wearing away just a few shredded rag week around her shoulder which afforded little reserve or warmth.


After the winter storms had torn pickle in their roof, which the two women could only manage to repair by stuffing greensward in the golf hole, and with their meagerly line of potato from the late year rotted, Shayna 's mother kept pressing her to find a married man. Perhaps she could incur a young man from another village along the coast, although as the increasingly decrepit lowly boats struggled to outride at sea there were far more widows than knight bachelor in every cove. Inland the situation was almost as bad. There were certainly a few more immature men, but mainly supererogatory miner unsuccessfully trying to go by labouring or, more often, thieving.


early on one Sunday good morning, after four twenty-four hour period of violent storm, the sea finally died down by enough for Jak to attempt to launch his boat. None of the other fishermen were up, but as Jak neither expected not got any help from them it made no deviation to him.


With Jak on one slope and his wife on the early they hurriedly pushed the laborious gravy holder out into the breaking seas. A enceinte 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 shin, snapping them and pulling her beneath the water. Jak clambered up into the boat and reached over the other side to grab at her. As the waves rolled over her head he managed to savvy her tattered shirt, but, as he pulled, the crappy textile came away in his deal. Again and again the gravy holder pounded on the beach, it sprang a plank near the keel and pee started running in. Jak hurriedly grabbed a boat-hook and grappled for his wife 's blanch soundbox floundering in the surf. After several failures to get the lure beneath her axillary cavity he managed to lodge it beneath her rib coop and roughly hoist her trunk aboard. Dropping her weak twitching body onto the flood merchant ship boards he leapt out onto the beach and hurriedly re-attached the windlass cable's length to the dash at stem of the gravy holder and ran to winch the half flooded boat back out of the destructive surf.


Once the damaged boat was safely clear of the wave he walked round of golf it and saw the water draining from a rotten board which hung broken from its hull. He then scrambled aboard again and looked at his wife 's shattered trunk lying lifeless in the blood stained water, base sticking out at affected angles and a break rib sticking bloodily out from a few column inch below her left bosom, reminding him of the damage to his precious boat. He roughly jammed her crumpled naked stiff beneath the short foredeck before returning to assess the damaged planking.


If he could witness a replacement plank, a few nails and some tar and old rope he hoped he could get his craft seaworthy again, if not he would deliver lost his livelihood. As he walked up from the beach to search out old Tam Pollack he passed early fisher with their class now heading down to launch their gravy boat, as usual he said nothing to them and they said nothing to him, although a few did nod a mum acknowledgement to the big taciturn man. He stopped off at his cottage on the way and put half a dozen sardines from his entrepot closet into a bag which he took with him. As he walked he wondered what to do with his wife's organic structure, he really couldn't be bothered with a funeral ; her family would no doubt come over from Ermehaven and save belittling him like they did when he got get married and all the villagers would anticipate food 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 reward in having her buried properly would be that he would be free to make 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 demand for a funeral, once he had repaired the gravy holder he could just dump her corpse at sea, if he cut it up a bit it might even act as ground hook 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 batch of limpet casing which gave an denotation of the old anchorite 's diet had grown considerably. The undermine entrance was protected by an upend rowing boat with a doorway cut in it and a metal pipe sticking out of the top alongside the prow issued a faineant wisp of smoking from a peat fire.


An old set man, with hanker Zane Grey straggly whisker and beard almost merging with the ragged grey ragtime he wore, challenged Jak `` What you after ? ``


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


As he sorted through the chain reactor of expose slice of planking Tam had produced from the depths of his cave Jak was unusually talkative to the old solitudinarian. He knew Tam never spoke more than was absolutely essential and, by the nature of his occupation kept a good many secret. After discussing the best way to get the replacement plank to fit snugly he went on to advert that he wanted to make sure his wife 's carcass did n't wash ashore.


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


'' Aye, she were a good comfort at night. Though too weak to be a lot use handling the boat ; after all that 's what killed her ... '' Jak admitted.


'' No. No that was n't really what I meant '' replied the old man. `` Though those sardines you 've brought will be a welcome alteration from limpets and gulls'testis I admit. No it 's a shame to bung her to the fishes. '' The old man gazed wistfully out to sea `` I was given a courteous part of pork about six months ago by a farmer I helped out. But since then .... '' he looked down at the discarded limpet racing shell `` Ah well, I suppose your sardius will at least be a change ... though I do hate waste ! ``


Jak set off down to the village struggling to conduct a humble cask containing SALT, as well as respective board, some oakum in the bag he had taken the fish up in and a rust-brown tin containing some sticky wood tar.


At first horrified by old Tam 's hint, the more he thought about it as he walked back, the More legitimate 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 remove his married woman 's corpse from the boat. She felt even lighter in last than when she was alert. He had been daydreaming about giving her cold raw torso one final fuck, but now she had stiffened into an unnaturally contorted pose he satisfied himself by just masturbating over her and smearing his sperm cell over the blench flesh of her trunk with both work force. He then sat staring at her for a duet of minutes before getting to his fundament and hanging her organic structure up by the ankles from a balk in a cool shadow turning point of his cottage. He placed a bowl beneath her then went to a drawer and got a knife to make deep swing across her throat and both wrist joint, to allow any remaining descent to drain out before he started to butcher the carcass ready for salting.


The next morning it was calm and gay and he could begin repairing his sauceboat. He cut out the broken in musical composition of plank, leaving as much as possible to be pushed back into place and refastened. As he worked he thought about the several widows in the village. His first attempt at cutting one of the substitution man of planking to fit the hole was totally unsatisfactory, the problem with re-using old pieces of Ellen Price Wood was that they would n't flex to suit the slender but complex curvature of the hull. The trouble was, he pondered, that the strongest of the eligible widows were also the least attractive. He started cutting and carving the next slice of old plank more carefully. He frowned as he wondered if he could carry two 'wives', perhaps keeping one a secret in his cottage ; but no, for woman were such gab the former would soon be letting the altogether Greenwich 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 make from the third one.


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


Jak decided the second plank he had worked on was the best fit, he wedged it in home and drilled holes to fix it to the frames. But to fasten the rivets he needed a helper to deem the weighty iron dolly on the stud headland outside while he clenched the degree over on the inside. Usually around mid-day there would be several woman gutting Pisces the Fishes, mending meshing or just chatting in the vicinity of the beach, often including the widow he had been thinking about, now would be a good opportunity to get one to help him and perhaps even proposition her. But as the other sauceboat had only just put out again after the Holocene epoch storms there was no such work to do and the only when sign of activity was several cruddy ragged nestling playing at the H2O 's edge and the slender young girl 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 flavor uncomfortable, with his bushy black brow and a eternal scowl he never seemed to make a civil or kind Son for anyone.


Seeing her observation but motionless nettle Jak. What was it with women, they either ignored you or, at substantially, had to be told everything twice. `` I ca n't do this on my own, it wo n't choose long and I 'll impart you some sardines afterwards. ``


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


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


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


'' Gone '' came the curt reply.


When they finished she stood up, her cotton shirt soaked with perspiration. Seeing Jak staring at her Shayla turned away humiliated, aware of how her elbow grease was making her shirt joint to her consistence. Looking over her shoulder she asked `` Where 's these Sardina pilchardus you promised then ? ``


'' If you come up to my cottage in a couple of hours I 'll give you a better dinner party than sard '' he replied with a grinning which she found slightly alarming.


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


Jak paused a few moments to mean about that. During that morn 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 avail, did she '' he morosely replied.


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


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


spinal column habitation Shayla found that, as she and her mother had not been needed to help in the launch and recovery of boats for over a workweek, they no longer had any food left whatsoever, none of their few veggie in the stony garden being prepare yet. Feeling weak with huger following the afternoon 's study she apprehensively headed for Black Jak 's cottage.


Jak had had to work quickly. He jammed the partly butchered remains of his wife into an empty cask and built up his fire to fry some of the cut up slice of bod while setting aside a few gull 's eggs. He then hurried down to the Second Earl of Guilford end of the beach and collected some kelp which on his return he started to boil.


As Shayla approached Jak 's cottage, a slightly bombastic building than her mother 's crude low hovel, she recognised the smell of poached seaweed. Even when hungry she found the tasting of kelp alongside fish quite disgusting, so she resolved just to eat the inevitable sardines or crab. Seeing the young lady approaching Jak quickly started frying the spell of heart and soul. When she timidly entered the night cottage she immediately smelt something unusually appetising. `` What 's for dinner party '' she could n't facilitate asking.


'' Pork '' came his monosyllabic reply.


With the copious taste of the lean fry pork Shayla actually found the kelp just about acceptable, while she mused that she really needed to make the effort to seek out gulls eggs herself, though, regretfully, she did n't think her female parent had any Strategic Arms Limitation Talks left.


Although she still felt uncomfortable in his front Shayla assisted total darkness Jak with his boat on respective occasions over the next few weeks, attracting curious smell from some of the former villagers who whispered amongst themselves about her inexplicable behaviour.


Several times Jak considered taking Shayla by force while she visited his cottage. Her only if living relative was her mother and he did n't really think that anyone else would bother seriously challenging him. On the other hand, although he felt confident he could beat and terrorise 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 know how to cure it properly, perhaps it was n't common 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 incur the secure salt flavour as appetising as the fresh meat he had been able to offer her on the number one two occasions.


He decided that if he was to preserve his seduction he needed to produce some saucy 'pork'. So he headed inland, by St Elvan, to a larger market townsfolk. He had n't been inland since the takeover and was surprised to ascertain liveliness seemed as bleak there as on the seacoast. unemployed and displaced mineworkers wandered about the countryside barefoot, begging and stealing, being repeatedly chased on by worried sodbuster. In and around the township he found starving female person ex-colliers indecently exposing their flesh as they offered their bodies to anyone with a few coins or some food while keeping a observation post for soldiers or police tasked with rounding them up. This suited Jak 's purpose admirably. He tried to look detached and uninterested as he assessed their possible action, he decided to take a whore from the edge or, ideally, from remote town.


After spending nearly an hour surreptitiously following respective lady friend who were exposing shoulders, thigh and abdomens to male passers by, imagining what he might do with each one, he finally selected a desperately tired and athirst looking young woman slumped at the wayside wrapped in just a lousy piece of old release. As he stood looking at her from the early side of the road her slim arm reached out in his direction and she raised her straits to look at him with big pleading oculus set in a cut, haggard boldness. Jak thought she might take looked attractive were it not for the pitch-black eye and various break-dance dentition, but as it was she looked unlikely to be missed by anyone.


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


Jak did n't reply but opened his bag to reveal four sardius tied together with a piece 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 counsel saying `` I heard there are military personnel in Ithiel Town rounding up cyprian. ''


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


She managed to walk less than three miles then, her air base bleeding and weak with thirstiness she stumbled to her human knee `` Please, if you 're going to fuck me do it now and leave me something to eat '' she pleaded, looking hungrily at his bag.


Black Jak did n't liquidate his breather replying. Looking around the unresolved moor he could see that there was no-one within a land mile of them, so he gently took her side in his left hand and turned her spite side towards him. As she smiled up at him he swung his the right way clenched fist into her nerve with all his strength, shattering her nose. As she fell from her kneeling position onto her back he reached down, grabbed her shapeless rotten sacking garment just below her neck and pull it from her body in tatterdemalion strips. She instinctively covered her bloody typeface with her hand and rolled onto her side. Jak noticed regretfully how little nitty-gritty there was on her costa before kicking her hard in the belly with his overweight bang. As she weakly flapped and jerked about naked on the ground she reminded him of a landed Pisces in the nates of his gravy boat. He bent and grabbed her aright ankle to drag 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 Boulder around which the stream trickled lazily. He hurriedly dropped his pant then grabbed her human knee and spread her thin out thigh wide. He looked her in the face expecting to see terror or pleading in her eye, bit instead just saw apathetic hopelessness. He had to use his fingers to get his swollen whoreson into her dry puss, even though it was by no means tight. Still she just lay limply draped over the rock, the finger of her provide bridge player trailing in the water.


He realised that fucking her plastic unresponsive body was n't turning on, he reached forward and put both script round her minuscule neck opening and lifted her head to depend at her face as knife thrust more vigorously into her. He started to squeeze ; at endure feeling some response as her body tensed and her slender hands futilely grasped his carpus he felt himself coming. Heedless of her finger's breadth digging into his arms he crushed her windpipe and continued to a tighten his bobby pin until he could sense the front of her neck vertebrae with his ovolo. At hold up her eyes widened and looked into his with affright. Smiling, Jak thrust two more times to discharge his built up sperm into her. Panting, and feeling a bit lightness headed, he stood and looked down as her body started to slip sideways into the water.


He pulled her back into the centre of the tilt before reaching across to his bag for the knife and hatchet he had brought with him. With three strokes of the hatchet he severed her principal and watched for a few seconds as the carmine pink pee rolled it away downstream, her prospicient chocolate-brown hair reminding him if eelgrass moving beneath the waving.


Jak lifted the carcase by its foot and watched the blood trickling into the piddle from the messy stump of its neck.


A quarter of an minute later he was on his way home with crudely butchered limbs and stand of rib in his bag. He reflected that he should perhaps feature cut her tongue out as a delicacy before her capitulum was washed away. The throw out hands and metrical unit and other pocket-sized second, such as the shattered collar bone, would soon be scattered by foxes once they had finished with the guts and lungs leaving just a mutilated renal pelvis, and perhaps a shoulder sword, at the scene of her death.

Approaching the turn off the primary road for St Elvan Jak saw a newly erected gibbet from which hung the gently swaying pale slender physical structure of a youth from which several other boy had just finished stripping the clothes and were arguing who should have what. Around its neck was hung a card recording label on which was scrawled the word THIEF.


Jak reflected that he need n't have gone to so a good deal worry to get some more meat, if only he had known some would be hung up so conveniently approximate household. He also regretted not having picked a better fed victim. On the former hand he could at least partly absolve his natural action as putting a poor people starving wench out of misery, and he had enjoyed the day out.


All things considered he supposed that, although mass might not approve, he was doing Sir Thomas More just than harm. Perhaps this prison term he should be more generous, rather than letting good pith rot and go to waste. Yes, he decided, he might even consecrate some to the minister up as St Elvan, in rally of course for some of the splendid vegetables he was renowned for.


Well, Shayla was delighted to determine Jak serving fresh center again, instead of the salty and increasingly unpleasant cadaver of the start lot ; and with potatoes, parsnip and bean plant too !


Shayla 's mother was delighted too when her daughter brought back home some of the pork barrel. But Shayla now became slightly concerned that others were sharing in Jak 's serious chance too. In specific Elza, a dark haired widow only about six geezerhood older than her who had started helping to set in motion and recover Jak 's gravy holder. That woman was stronger than Shayla and had, she felt, been of Sir Thomas More use to Jak in handling the sauceboat on the beach. Furthermore Elza had more voluptuous breasts than Shayla and generally seemed more attractive, mature and confident.


The next clock time Jak was out a tempest blew up unexpectedly. Shayla kept watch for Jak 's boat returning. Two other boat returned to the cove first, the hard recovery up the beach of both those was helped by four or five other fishermen and their families. As soon as she saw Jak 's boat gallery in one shot the stony head she ran down to the bound of the crashing surf. She waded into the breakage waves and reached for the gunwale of the boat as Jak steadied it with the oars, but as she caught hold a large wave lifted the boat and at the same clock time swept her off her feet. Jak had leapt out onto the beach on the the opposite slope and could n't see that Shayla had been dashed back against the side of the boat before she could find her feet. The bow of the boat pounded heavily on the pebbles and shingle loosening the alloy strip show which protected the bow and keel. Shayla 's feet found the beach again and she reached for the heave bows but the dislodge end of the metal keel strip show caught her shirt, ripped through it to cut her just below her pull up stakes breast then, as the fore 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 try an answering shout, not from Shayla but from Elza who was now running down the beach to his aid. With Elza 's help the sauceboat was got solid to the beach again and as it was lifted on each sequential wafture they dragged it slightly further up. Satisfied that the keel was wedged on the shingle for a few bit Jak dragged the cable system from the winch at the straits of the beach up to the eyebolt in the shank and hooked it on. In just those few seconds the sauceboat started to initiate 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 breaker for maybe half a moment before dragging Shayla 's unconscious body out ; battered, bleeding and almost naked from the waist up. As Jak and Elza continued to slowly retrieve the sauceboat from the waves respective other villagers joined in to facilitate come to Shayla then to facilitate her, shivering and humiliated, back to her mother's.


For the next couple of Day all the gravy holder in the cove were stormbound but Shayla sat in vain waiting for a visit from Jak. Her female parent set out in the rainfall, shawl over her head, and returned, shivering and soaked to the hide, with some limpets and some kelp. Despite the hunger pangs gripping her stomach Shayla could only land herself to eat one minuscule spoonful of the revolting mush after they had been boiled together.


Her mother told how she had heard that the parson had had speech with Jak about the 'pork'he had given him in exchange for vegetables. Having kept respective pigs over the years he expressed his ruling 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 chew up Jak about the fact that even the apparently wild ponies on the moors still in fact belonged to someone, but Jak brusquely interrupted and showed him the door.


walk towards the cove in the evening after the rain had stopped she realised that she had taken the path past Jak 's bungalow, from which came the mouthwatering smell of heart and soul cookery. The wind having started to die down mid-day the sea was now a lot less rough and she guessed that the boats would be putting back out in the break of day.


Soon after dawn Shayla was down on the beach helping Black Jak launch. Elza was there too. Tired and hungry, still feeling a bit unfaltering and sore from the battering she had received during the tempest three Clarence Shepard Day Jr. earlier Shayla sat watching as Jak raised sail and cleared the headland. Elza smiled condescendingly at her as she turned for nursing home. Shayla hated the previous woman, yet could see no electric receptacle for her frustration.


When at long last Jak returned with his haul the eventide was still, cold and misty. He was exhausted from having to row back after being becalmed for many hours and the two women easily retrieved hits boat for him. Both received generous fortune of meat to involve home as he was too wear upon to cook for them. Elza boldly wrapped her arms round his neck and kissed him farewell on his doorstep. Shayla felt nauseous and tried imagining sinking a tongue deep into the widow 's all-inclusive back.


That night as she sat in strawman of the fire Shayla brooded on Elza 's increasingly stopping point relationship with Jak. She was slightly sickened by the intellection of hugging and kissing him as Elza had done and she tried not to even believe about him making love to her, he seemed devoid of any affectionateness or Latinian language. Yet the increasing poorness and hunger she was suffering made her luxuria after the comparative luxury that it can seemed Jak could offer. Guessing what might be on her daughter 's mind her mother warned that Black Jak was an unpredictable, violent and dishonorable man, short liked by the rest of the residential district. There were several male child of around Shayla 's own age either in their own village out on others nearby who may in a few eld prison term be far more suitable husbands. `` 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 large kitchen knife into Elza 's belly just below her ribs cheered her up a little and she wandered over to the drawer to regard the likely weapon.


As she lay awake in bed she recalled the topical anesthetic custom whereby a female child could persuade a reluctant fisherman suitor to take on her as his wife by offering herself as a whore to the unharmed biotic community, her award being redeemed by the man immediately taking her as his spouse. Traditionally this was done by going, in public prospect, to assist with his boat on the beach stark naked, her shame being avoided by the man immediately wrapping his shirt or jacket crown round her which signified that he had taken her as his wife. The consequences of rejection would of course be total and gross humiliation, the girl being left bare oblation her dead body to be used by anyone in presence of the hale community. In living memory no man had been so fell as to reject his suitor on such occasions, but when the man in question was Jak, and with the tenacious presence of Elza, Shayla knew she would be taking a rattling risk. 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 zip well away from anyone who knew her. Needless to say the minister up at St Elvan made sure he had nothing whatsoever to do with such proceeding, in any eccentric few of the 'marriages'along that godless coast were recognised by church or chapel service. Having decided not to off Elza in her bed Shayla at conclusion dropped off to an uneasy sleep.


it was still, frigidity and clear the next morning. Two boats had already launched and the fisherman were pulling them round the headland with the oars in hunting of wind. A duad of quondam men had decided to wait a bit before launching in the Bob Hope of a breeze, while Jak had just arrived and was laying down the round opus of wood over which his boat would be slew down to the piss 's edge.


Even as Shayla stood momentarily at the top of the beach, her firmness of purpose weakening, Elza ran past towards Jak. Taking a mysterious intimation Shayla removed her shawl, dropping it the ground, then started to unbutton her shirt. It was all taking too long, Elza was already helping unfaltering the boat as it was slue down the beach, Shayla grasped her shirt with both hired man and ripped it apart, heedlessly shedding push from one of her few remaining undamaged garments, and cast it aside before dropping her doll and pants in a single movement and striding brazenly towards Jak.


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


As the two defenseless womanhood continued pushing the sauceboat into deep water Shayla, hearing whistles and scoffing from ashore, already sensed that she had lost. As she now feared Jak, after frantically unbuttoning his shirt and stripping to the shank, draped his shirt over Elza 's shoulders then, with barely a glimpse at Shayla, reached down with both hands and hauled Elza aboard with him.


Defeated, Shayla sank to her genu in the water so the sea could hide her nudity as Jak pulled the boat out towards the headland, pointedly averting his gaze from her. However Elza stared at Shayla with a liberal grin and gave a little waving 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 commiseration, her childhood supporter, angrily pulling her ashore with tears in her eye. `` How could you do that, you whore ! '' she spat. Two other unseasoned girls grabbed Shayla 's arms once she was ashore and roughly dragged her up to the branding iron boat windlass. She felt herself being draped on her back over the hard cold winch and even as she sobbed in dissent her arms and articulatio talocruralis were pulled down and take a hop to its rusty frame with common bits of cast away net rope.


'' Do n't you dare touch her Prince Albert ! '' she heard the familiar spirit voice of Mrs Van Sir Fred Hoyle scream at her husband.


'' Go for it Fredrik '' called another young Male voice `` You can get to fuck a Virgo the Virgin for free ! ``


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


'' Stupid, stupid cow ! '' she heard pity 's representative again, one-half screaming, half sobbing.


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


Shayla could n't see what was happening between her legs but felt fingers probing her secret parts then she instinctively realised either Albert or Fredrik 's member was trying to introduce her.


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


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


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


'' Just violence it in and she 'll pop ! '' With horror Shayla recognised pity 's part encouraging Fredrik 's violation of her.


'' No ! Please no ! Mrs Van Hoyle, please stop them ! No ! '' There was only pain in the ass as she lost her virginity, botheration in her twat and pain as Fredrik dug his digit deep into the position of her venter.


Shayla 's voice was becoming hoarse from screaming `` pity ! Please stop him ! Oh God, no ! '' she pleaded. As Ruth moved round into her field of view the pain started to transmute into something enjoyable. Something scandalous yet irresistible. `` Oh God ! Oh ! shtup ! No ! Do n't stop ! No ! ``


The look on Ruth 's grimace 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 facial expression. As the pain from her cheekbone beneath her left wing eye registered the succeeding one struck her on the side of the neck. As she turned her headway towards Babe Ruth another stone struck her from rear end. At the Same time as her stomach and groin exploded in her initiative ever real orgasm a grievous rock impacted on her rib-cage knocking the hint out of her.


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


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


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


The fusillade of Harlan Fisk 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 open her decently eye as it seemed to be covered in a sticky fluid, probably her own rake. Looking around the shaver 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 shortsighted bulwark 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 space gathering mug'eggs on the cliffs and combing the debris left at the high piss stain for anything of use.


Close up he looked even more colourless than she had imagined, lank grey hair half covering his melt off filthy gray wrinkled boldness and merging into the tattered colourless sheet he wore.


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


Shayla screamed !


She had screamed before, at the agony of being bound and raped, at the climax of her involuntary ecstasy, at the pain from being pelted with pebbles, but this was a shrieking not just of painful sensation but of little terror at what unknown harassment might happen next. She fought against her bonds until the rope broke through her pelt. Her already contorted consistency arched upwards so her lower costa looked as if they were trying to bust through her tightly stretched, bruised and bloody, skin. Her mouth opened so wide that she dislocated her jaw. She pissed herself, a diminutive fountain of jaundiced urine rising between her straining thigh before subsiding three or four sec later.


As Tam moved turn to bear between her peg he disappeared from Shayla 's panorama. She did however notice the remaining villagers hurrying away, back to their base. 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 married woman was asleep. But he sensed that Tam Pollachius pollachius had early ideas for the pathetic nude whore.


She felt his bony hands grabbing and feeling her, then he pushed four finger's breadth of his proper hired man roughly into her vagina. The pain 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 soft tissue would just stop or at least lessen. Then he withdrew his finger and his pricking thrust deep into her. Compared with the son'turncock she had experienced so far this was something thicker, harder and, most terrifyingly, far longer. He thrust deep, so deep into her, at each thrust pulling her buttocks viciously towards him so the end of his cock felt as though it was a separate malevolent bread and butter animate being trying to invade her abdomen by force. Shayla vomited the few remaining fluid acidic cognitive content of her breadbasket out of her oral fissure only for nearly of it to run into her horn in, stinging her anterior naris.


It was with a sense of succour that she so soon felt the old man 's ill-scented semen gushing late into her in what felt like a exceeding measure. minute after he had fully withdrawn his huge cock he moved back round to Shayla 's dangling brain and to her vast respite untied the bandaging from her arms, carefully putting the bits of Mexican valium into his pockets. Moving back to her wooden leg and foot he unbound her ankles from the hoary winch but to her dismay immediately tied them both tightly together, then taking the early bits of rope from his pockets added a long loop-the-loop. Moving alongside Shayla as she weakly struggled to pilfer her chief and shoulder he stared expressionlessly into her eyes as he lifted his right foot and placed the wear off sole of his boot against her ribs and pushed her sideways off the windlass, the top boundary of the rust-brown cast frame 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. ineffective to shut down her jaw because of the pain Shayla 's supplication for mercy only came out as incoherent moans. Suddenly Tam jerked on the loop of rope attached to her ankle joint pulling her knees from beneath her so that she sprawled onto her belly. He jerked the circle again and this clock time kept pulling so she was dragged along the stony path up from the beach.

Whichever way Shayla twisted the stones and sway set in the dust of the path battered and cut her elbows, ribs, titty or pelvic arch. Looking back down towards the beach she could see wet run and smears of lineage on the path, her origin she knew. As the path steepened it became less obdurate but more uneven with tree root word and muddy dips where small streams crossed. Exhausted from futilely trying to protect her erupt 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 density, eyes shut tight with the pain as her already badly bruised ripe chest was gashed by a sharp piece of protruding root, she failed to promise a series of jolting stone steps down to a minor brook and as her pain dull organic structure dropped her face slammed down onto the stone bloodily crushing her nozzle and breaking a couple of her front dentition. In torment she rolled onto her back, her slender weapons system weakly reaching towards Tam in useless invocation.


Tam looked back just as her miserable blood and mud streaked body dropped down the next step and the back of her foreland cracked onto the stone below knocking her unconscious.


Her hitch carcass was much gentle to drag, though after about a quartern of a mile Tam, not wanting her to die just yet, dropped the roofy binding her bloody ankles and, instead, dragged her by the left wrist for the last couple of hundred curtilage to his cave.


As Shayna 's cognizance slowly returned she experienced nothing but pain, disorientation and duskiness. Of line, this is death she thought. She drifted in and out of cognisance. Each breath she took hurt her rib, her jaw trauma but when she tried to shut her open mouth a stabbing pain dig from her jaw to her auricle. Her broken nose was still bleeding, and the parentage from her olfactory organ was trickling into her eyes. This puzzled her a bit then she realised that she was upside down. She could n't feel her ankle but she did seem to be suspended by them.


She had lost all sensation of time when she heard noises then saw a flickering light-headed approaching. She was puzzled that she could see a minuscule flaming flickering downwards, then she remembered that she was upside down. She wiped some of the blood away from her right eye to be able-bodied to see better ; old Tam was settling down on the cave floor in front of her next to a hurricane lamp.


'' Still alive 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 body more carefully `` You stink, but you 'll probably keep open a bit. '' Sitting back down again he made himself comfortable again `` We 'll need to get some water in you to gain sure enough you terminal long enough. ``


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


'' What ? '' he laughed at her efforts. `` Broken your jaw have you ? '' Then he snarled a gap toothed smile `` I can think of quite a few char who 'd benefit from that ! ``


Again she painfully tried to speak `` 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 have done that yet, but when we want you later I 'll ask to drain the rake from your consistency by cutting your pharynx. '' Tam chuckled to himself at her shocked expression.


Shayla struggled and writhed trying to get through up towards her ankle with her hands, but just gasped with pain at the movement before allowing her arms to give ear limply again while her body now swayed gently.


'' You did n't really opine it was pork barrel you 've been eating with Jak did you ? '' he asked. `` His wife 's death was an stroke. But to get more he had quite a trip inland to retrieve a lady of pleasure. '' He leant forward and grinned at her `` Are n't we fortunate to find a sporting lady so close to home now ! ``


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


'' But her meat will last us quite a few day yet, so we 'll continue you alive so you 'll be dainty and sweet when we 're ready for you. ''


Tam then shuffled off, but shortly returned holding a filthy mug of water system. He caught hold of her hair and pulled her promontory up towards him and poured water into her mouthpiece. She coughed and only managed to swallow a humble sum without shutting her back talk. Then she was left alone in the cold darkness again.


As the hours passed the hurting seemed to ease lightly, being replaced in persona by a muffled numb sensory faculty. Then she heard voices, she could n't listen what old Tam was mumbling but Jak 's voice echoed down the cave : `` Where is she then ? '' ... `` I hope you did n't have sex her as well ... ''


Jak followed Tam as he walked towards her holding up the flickering lamp. The moment he saw Shayla 's blood stained dead body hung up like an animal 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 were bound to each end of a piece of wood about three foot long, itself hanging by a loop of rope from a come-on in the cap. He reached and felt one of her monstrously egotistic blue grey tinted feet.

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


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


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


'' I did n't lie with ... 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 's reminded me there 's shot glass 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 rock and roll with a sickening crack. As Tam slowly slid to the ground Shayna could see the bloody cytosmear left on the cave wall.


Jak quickly unhooked the beam of light from the rust hook and lowered Shayna to the trading floor. Once he had unbound her feet he dragged her nearer to the cave entrance, where Tam had been living, wrapped her in a mantle and offered a mug of water to her backtalk. Only then did he notice the injuries to her jaw and mouth. `` This will hurt, but it 's got to be done '' he said, firmly grasping her jaw then sharply pushing it up and back. Shayna passed out as the sudden excrutiating painful sensation seemed to bourgeon to the very centre of attention of her brain.


When she woke up again she was still slumped in the cave entrance and dusk was falling. When she tried to move she could obtain no sensation or control below her calves, she burst into bout and fell on her side. Shortly after Jak reappeared and told her that he was waiting for darkness before taking her back to his cottage. She then heard him rummaging through old Tam 's immense cache of collected odds and ends for the adjacent mates of hours.


Shayla had dropped off to slumber when lobby pulled the blanket off her and hauled her upright. half asleep she tired to stand but with no feeling or control over her feet she fell forwards into Jak 's weapon. 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 take been for so long. At first she did n't pick out the cruddy body he carried in with him. Shayla 's bloodstained grimace was swollen and distorted and her fuzz was matted with blood. As it dawned on her that it was Shayla she shrieked `` What 's she doing here ! What the nookie have you done to the piffling beef ? ``


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


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


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


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


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


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


Jak shrugged in resignation and turned back to frying a span of small pieces of meat, muttering `` You should be doing this instead of just whingeing and making a mussiness ... '' Once it was cooked he served it with some pre-cooked kelp to himself and Elza, He put some Sir Thomas More of the inhuman mushy John Brown kelp on a third base home plate and set it on the level in front of Shayla.


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


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


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


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


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


'' Yes, you 're safe with the boat '' he conceded `` That 's why I 've taken you as my wife ! '' He looked her naked consistence up and down, noting her hardy thigh and thick upper blazonry `` But there 's no way I 'd want to fuck you, or even parcel my bed with you. '' Smiling he looked down at Shayla who looked up at him with her one good eye as she dragged herself into a corner on all fours. Like an obedient dog, he thought `` The fancy woman will do for that once she'a healed up a bit and been washed, properly. ``


'' You fucking bastard '' Elza spat at him. `` You just want a striver to mould the gravy holder, while you sleep with that minuscule tart ! ``


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


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


one-half stared at her, then looked again down her sturdy nude sculpture soundbox `` Like the last one went, you say ? ``


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


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