Nordic Bound

by Henry Morgan

  The door to the hold opened and Justin pushed David into the cabin. Carl saw the naked man and realised immediately that Sabrina traded in both female and male flesh. Justin motioned for his onetime friend to take up position by the handrail. David did as he was instructed and waited for the clicks of steel that ensured he was fettered and again helpless. Sabrina all but ignored his presence and returned to Carl for an answer to her earlier question about who the girl was for.

  ‘It’s a long story,’ he informed them, but he got no further before his curiosity got the better of him. Turning to Justin, he pointed towards the girl’s crotch and said, ‘Would you mind?’

  Justin answered, ‘Not at all,’ and probed with the tip of his whip between the girl’s knees, causing her to shuffle and open her legs until her sex was clearly in view.

  Carl nodded his appreciation at the pink parting and spoke again, though he continued to be drawn back to her exposed cleft. ‘These islands are dying, as are the old ways. We need some new blood, but the youngsters let us down. The moment they are old enough they leave for the mainland and better jobs.’ He snorted his dissatisfaction and took in another glance at the answer to his problems. ‘You’d have thought young people would be at it like rabbits, but not one bairn for the last two years. The last few youngsters are all saving up for a move to Aberdeen. They want to see the sights, you see. But I’ve been to Aberdeen and there’s none there, I can tell you.’

  ‘So, what are you saying?’ asked Sabrina. ‘This bitch is for breeding?’

  ‘We want to restock the island; bring in some new blood.’

  Justin glanced at the girl and imagined her pregnant, and wondered at who they had in mind to sire her. Then he realised that she was only one female, and his frown made a question unnecessary. Carl was ahead of him.

  ‘If everything goes to plan we expect to invest in more stock,’ he said.

  Sabrina let out a low and lengthy whistle. ‘You’d need what, another two, maybe three bitches?’

  ‘We reckon six. But we’re not rushing things. If we get lucky and she catches straight away and everything goes fine, then we expect to be back in touch.’

  Justin looked at his watch and excused himself to check that they were still sailing in clear water. The boat carried a highly sophisticated radar and sonar system. Any object remotely threatening set off an alarm and slowed the engines, but he was still a nervous sailor and he liked to make sure. When he opened the cabin door a whole cacophony of gull screams shattered the quiet mood, so Carl got up from his seat, closed the door, and calm again descended.

  ‘If it’s okay with you, I’d like to check things over,’ he said, and as Sabrina looked on Carl moved to the girl, took hold of her head with both hands, tilted her back and stared into her eyes.

  ‘Nice and clear,’ he announced, before examining her nose. Sabrina was amused. ‘Some of these kids get up to all sorts – sniffing solvents or worse; chucking that cocaine mess up their noses. You read about it, don’t you?’ He proceeded to inspect her mouth, saying that dental fees would have to be considered, but she was free from any oral problems.

  ‘She’s grade A,’ said Sabrina. ‘That’s what you wanted – that’s what you’ve got.’

  Carl’s demeanour became more purposeful. He was used to appraising sheep on his farm and at the market, and to him a nineteen-year-old girl was no different. He lifted her head back again and ran a hand firmly down each side of her neck. When he was satisfied he applied some pressure to her shoulders by pressing down with both hands. She resisted well and he commented that she appeared quite strong. He allowed his hands to travel down her chest, where he cupped each breast in turn. He weighed and checked their size before examining each soft orb. The nipples puckered nicely under his touch, prompting him to say that they were good teats for feeding. He then grabbed the girl firmly, but not angrily, behind the neck and pushed her face down to the cabin floor. For a moment he simulated milking each breast, then straightened up and said that she was obviously ideal for breeding.

  ‘She’s a good strong bitch,’ he told Sabrina. ‘We should get a fair litter out of her.’ He moved to the girl’s rear end, and added. ‘All I need now is to check her nether regions and we should have a deal.’

  ‘Go right ahead,’ said Sabrina. ‘I’m sure you will be satisfied.’

  Carl leant over the girl and parted the cheeks of her bottom. ‘She seems clear there,’ he said. ‘Has Justin been doing anything with her?’

  ‘More than likely,’ answered Sabrina. ‘But he’s not an animal. She’ll be okay.’

  From an inside pocket Carl pulled out a stainless steel spoon-like implement, which he used to open the girl’s vagina. The bowl of the spoon pressed down part of her canal while opening the rest for inspection. He changed the position of his speculum until he was satisfied that she was totally clean and healthy.

  The gulls screamed again as Justin opened the door, and he looked in and saw the naked girl receiving the last of her examination. ‘Everything okay?’ he asked.

  Carl straightened again and returned the spoon to his pocket. ‘Perfect,’ he answered. ‘Just perfect.’

  ‘That’s good,’ said Justin, as he poured himself another coffee. ‘Because it looks like a reception party is waiting for us on the quay.’

  ‘That’ll be the committee,’ said Carl. He pointed to the girl. ‘If you get her ready to travel I’ll confirm to my friends that everything is satisfactory.’

  On the deck Carl pointed out a man in a hunting cap. ‘He has your money. I’ll tell him that everything is fine and the handover will take place in The Bell over there.’ He indicated a squat black and white pub of obvious age that sat about a hundred yards from the quay.

  ‘How will we get her there?’ asked Justin. ‘This welcoming committee is looking suspicious.’

  Carl waved to his friends and each waved back. ‘The Sharinsay Investment Committee,’ he said to Sabrina with a grin.

  Just inside the cabin door and within earshot David managed a muffled and ironic gurgle through the discomfort of his leather restraint collar. In his mind he wondered if they realised that the acronym for the Sharinsay Investment Committee spelled SIC.

  A gentle nudge of the boat indicated that they had docked and soon the deck was full of excited middle-aged men. Seeing the general mêlée Sabrina and Justin grew wary of locals coming to investigate the excitement. They called Carl away from several of his friends who were asking him what the girl was like, and suggested everyone went inside until they had decided what to do with her. It was now seven forty-five in the morning and on the island people were beginning to go about their business. Carl looked towards the village and saw Eric the milkman turn his van into the market square.

  ‘You’re right,’ he said. ‘We’re getting carried away.’ He called across to Fraser, who was holding a light sports holdall containing the money. ‘Let’s get this thing finished,’ he said to him. ‘Gather the others and take them over to The Bell. We’ll get the girl dressed and bring her over.’

  Fraser seemed to smile and then swallowed when he realised what Carl had just said. He had his own farm on the far side of the island and he was a quiet, some would say timid, man. ‘Y-you mean,’ he spluttered. ‘You mean, she’s in there with no clothes on?’ He pointed towards the Piroshka’s cabin. ‘Naked? And you’ve seen her?’

  Carl leaned forward as if speaking in confidence. ‘Naked as a Jay bird,’ he whispered. ‘Like the day she was born.’ He flashed his friend a knowing smile. Fraser’s occasional nervous tick went into overdrive and he set about gathering the others while telling them that Carl had already seen the goods. Brian, the landlord from The Bell, put it into perspective for Fraser by reminding him that Carl had been chosen for that very purpose. It was his job to contact and meet Sabrina and Justin and confirm the girl’s suitability before they parted with their money.
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  ‘Still,’ put in Fraser, as the group left the boat. ‘Naked… Jesus Christ.’

  ‘Please, Fraser,’ put in Father MacKay. ‘Do not utter the Lord’s name so flippantly.’

  ‘Sorry father.’ Fraser was genuinely contrite. His simple upbringing had been religious and as a boy the old ways had been firmly instilled in him. That was why he couldn’t stand by and watch his beautiful Sharinsay become a wasteland. That was why he had joined the group and that was why he would take his month when it was his turn. It was also the reason why everybody trusted him with the money.

  Sabrina ordered Justin inside and Carl followed them. The girl was still kneeling on the deck when they entered, too terrified to move. ‘Get her ready, and him,’ demanded Sabrina, and Justin checked David’s lead was still firmly attached to the handrail, and went below for their clothes.

  ‘What do we do from here?’ asked Sabrina. ‘I assume sending the entire island out as a welcoming party wasn’t your only plan.’

  ‘No,’ said Carl. ‘I’m sorry about all that. They were supposed to meet in The Bell and wait for us there.’ He was obviously embarrassed and Sabrina let it drop. ‘We’ve put on a bit of a spread in the back of the pub,’ he went on, changing the subject, ‘to show our appreciation.’

  Sabrina was unable to stifle her smile. Even David, strapped tight to the handrail, could see the humour in the sheer madness of putting on a spread for people involved in kidnap and false imprisonment.

  ‘How quaint,’ she said, with more than a hint of sarcasm. ‘Chicken wings and ham sandwiches I hope.’

  Carl shuffled rather awkwardly and wondered how the hell they had made their island seem even more backward than the youngsters already considered it.

  Justin returned with the clothes and set them down in two piles. While the girl dressed in a heavy woollen polo-necked pullover and jeans he connected a chain between the ampallang bolt in David’s penis and the guiche ring Sabrina had fitted just below his balls.

  ‘Is he secure?’ she asked, and Justin nodded in the affirmative.

  ‘Can’t we leave him here?’ asked Carl.

  ‘I can’t take the risk of someone coming onboard while we’re gone.’ She walked across to David and slapped his face playfully. ‘And I’m not too keen to have him do a Hardy Kruger on me. I’ve put a lot of work in to David here, and I want the rewards.’

  David said nothing. He wasn’t going to give her the opportunity to mistreat him. She was sadistic enough without being given a reason to vent her full feelings.

  ‘He’s safe enough,’ she announced. ‘I assume you two men can take control of one man, especially if you’ve got hold of this.’ With a twisted grin she held up the end of the chain connected to his genitalia. ‘One tug and I’m sure he’ll cooperate.’

  David began to dress, and was near finishing when a loud knock came at the door. Through the glass a large man squinted into the cabin, and when his gaze alighted on Carl’s his expression changed to a smile.

  ‘It’s Douglas from the store. Let him in,’ Carl said.

  Douglas entered, his eyes surveying the scene, and when he saw the girl he leered. ‘I’ve brought the grocery van,’ he said, without taking his eyes from her. ‘I thought you’d be trying to figure a way to get her over the road. Who’s he?’ he nodded aggressively at David.

  ‘That’s none of our business,’ Carl said. ‘But we’ve got to take him with us. Can you help?’

  The big man took his eyes away from the girl’s proud breasts for less than a second. ‘Trouble?’ he asked.

  ‘Not if he leaves the island this afternoon and doesn’t do a runner.’

  Douglas stood beside David and dwarfed him, and that put paid to David’s glimmer of hope. Instead of kicking up a fuss and drawing attention to himself onshore like he had planned, he was resigned, yet again, to do as he was told.

  ‘Out,’ said Douglas, in a voice not even considering the faintest hint of a refusal.

  Sabrina was pleased to see the van pulled right up to the edge of the quay. Its doors were opened to form a corridor for them to walk into, away from curious eyes. She need not have worried, Douglas’s van was at the quay nearly every day picking up supplies or supplying other boats; if there had been anybody out and about that morning they wouldn’t have thought twice about them. In fact, the only unusual thing about the unfolding events was that Douglas’s van didn’t usually leave the quay only to pull up just across the road.

  David and the girl were taken out of the vehicle and through a heavy wooden door studded with old iron nails. On the other side of the door a small flight of stone steps led down to the beer cellars that had once been a cowshed. Another small flight of steps led up to the hayloft for the cattle. It was now the backroom of The Bell and its ancient timbers were painted tourist board regulation black. Above the stone fireplace, which an earlier tenant had installed, were the horns of an impressive Aberdeen Angus. A Highland Regiment cap dangled from one horn, it’s red and white chequered ribbon frayed with age. It was into this room that the two captives were taken. Their entrance made an immediate impact and the room fell silent.

  David scanned the room with an almost nonchalant air. This wasn’t his show, it was Helen’s, the girl from Brynfelinfach. Sabrina and Justin never used her name because they wanted to dehumanise her, to make doing what they did easier for them. They knew that constantly referring to her as the bitch would gradually wear her down too. That would make her more compliant and control could be obtained quicker that way. His show was to come later, on the other side of the North Sea. He had until then to come up with his master plan, or, he looked at Helen, her eyes were bulging and she was trembling, he would endure the same fate as she.

  The tension was broken when Father MacKay stepped forward and welcomed them. ‘Come on in,’ he urged. ‘Have some food, a drink.’ It was a little before nine in the morning but everyone, including the fully smocked and dog-collared priest, was nursing a glass of whisky. ‘Not for us,’ said Sabrina. ‘We’re sailing this afternoon.’

  ‘Very well,’ said the Father. ‘But you will take some food and sit by the fire with us.’

  In all truth, both Sabrina and Justin felt it was a little too early to be eating dressed salmon and trout, but the islanders had obviously gone through a lot of trouble to make them welcome. Sabrina was also anxious for her slice of the extra breeding stock that Carl had spoken about over breakfast, so she accepted the food and signalled for Justin to join her. The Father cast an enquiring glance at David.

  ‘He’ll need somewhere to sit,’ Sabrina said, by way of an answer. Douglas took David by the arm and led him to the end of the trestle table holding the food. He sat him down on a large oak chair and attached his control chains to one of the cross dowels under the seat. If David wanted to make a run for it he would have to take a solid wooden chair with him.

  They joined the others sitting on two high-backed settles that stretched out from the fire. Helen was seated on a simple stool between the two settles, but farthest away from the fire. She was silent, her hands in her lap, her eyes fixed on an ashtray that sported A Present from the Orkneys and a dozen or so images of the barren islands around its outside. Everyone appeared deep in thought; the islanders took small nips of their malt and refused to look at each other, and Sabrina and Justin sipped St Mary’s Spring water from blue plastic bottles.

  ‘I don’t know,’ Gordon, a crofter from Leantrow, eventually said. ‘Is it right? Is it right?’

  ‘Is it right that we should let the island die?’ put in Douglas. ‘My family have lived here, been buried here, for generations. And yours, Brian… Fraser. Yours too, Gordon. She,’ he pointed to Helen, ‘is the answer to our prayers.’

  ‘I agree with Gordon,’ Fraser added. ‘We shouldn’t be praying for such things. What do you say, Father?’

  Before the priest could speak Douglas
jumped to his feet. ‘Look, we’ve come too far. What do you want to do, ask these people to take her back? They’ve put themselves through a lot of trouble to get us this girl. We’re not buying a fucking car here!’

  Gordon admonished his friend for bad language and for a moment both Sabrina and Justin thought the situation was going to turn ugly, but Douglas had a persuasive lever to pull. He stepped behind the girl and yanked her pullover up and off to reveal her bare breasts to the group. Immediately the atmosphere changed and everyone fell silent. Sabrina watched and smiled with amusement at the sight of Brian having to wet his lips by running his tongue along them. Even Gordon was compelled to look at Douglas lifting and displaying the girl’s breasts.

  ‘She’s built perfectly for what we want,’ he told them. ‘Heavy tits, good for milking.’ He pulled the girl to her feet and yanked down her jeans, and all eyes fell upon her exposed mound. Douglas span her round and forced her over, and she supported herself on the stool while Douglas parted her bottom cheeks. There was now nothing left for the men to see, her puckered anus was stretched and her cleft opened, rose pink.

  ‘I say,’ Douglas continued, ‘that we finish what we started. We need this bitch to keep our island going. She is mated with all of us until she’s pregnant. That way we are all involved.’ The men seemed calmer now and more receptive to their original plan. ‘When she drops and everything settles we’ll bring in another bitch.’

  ‘But she’s not a bitch,’ Gordon doggedly pointed out. ‘She’s a woman, not an animal.’

  Father Mackay stepped forward and motioned for Douglas to sit the girl down, but before he did so he stripped her naked in order to remind the others of what they were discussing.

  The Father walked behind her, paused, and placed a hand on her head. As he did so Sabrina thought she saw a tiny tremor ripple through his body.