POCAHONTAS: THE DEAL

A girl was moving among the shrubs and branches of a 17th century Virginia forest. She was beautiful: she had the dark reddish skin typical of Native Americans, long shiny and very smooth hair, a graceful and agile body, largely uncovered by her straw-colored dress.

She rested her bare feet confidently, regardless of what she stepped on and without fear to get hurt. She was an expert walker. She deeply loved nature and joined the forest as soon as she had a spare moment, and since she was the daughter of the tribal chief this often happened. In fact, she din't have to help with household chores like her peers did. Sometimes she regretted not knowing how to weave or cook or cultivate the land, on the other hand she could count and above all read and write. And then she realized that it had certainly gone well.

When she was not wandering, she bowed on the notebooks where she put pen to paper the stories that arose in her head, sitting on the soft land of the river bank, watching the water flowing freely. However, the girl's gait was not as relaxed as usual, always ready to catch the scents, colors or a kind of insects never seen before. Instead, she was rather agitated, nervous, as if she was shivering to reach something.

Pocahontas ... Pocahontas ... who was saying her name? who is it that seemed to call her? thought the girl. She was advancing into an area of ​​the forest never explored before. It was unknown but legends were wasted. According to the myths the spirits who ruled the world lived over, entities that had given life to men and at the same time threatened by launching storms, catastrophes, diseases. Good and scary beings at the same time. Pocahontas had always felt confused about it, but perhaps she had the opportunity to resolve some doubts.

She was now there, where it was said no powhatan had never even approached. She heard her name calling louder and louder. She arrived at the base of a tree that was to be several hundred years old, considering the size. The rumor seemed to originate from there. Instead, silence fell. Pocahontas was perplexed. Did she dream of everything? It seemed difficult to her.  

 

She was so focused on explaining those mysterious events that she didn't notice the strange movements that took place in the undergrowth. When she looked down she found that her right ankle had already been wrapped in sturdy lianas apparently endowed with their own life; the same was happening to the left ankle. Then to her two arms, neck and waist.

Then she was lifted off the ground and found herself in the air. She was terrified. Then an absurd thing happened: pretty birds with a blue livery came running. Each had a feather in its beak, which it began to tickle the girl all over her body with.

Pocahontas was extremely sensitive to tickling, especially to her soles. So she began to laugh, but they were far from laughing with pleasure. It was a real torture. Her face had turned red and she had tears in her eyes. Finally the birds stopped and left. It was a relief, but it didn't last long.

The vines were moving. Perhaps they had decided to release her, Pocahontas hoped. No. They wrapped the girl's body from her ankles to her breast, like a snake's grip.

And as in the case of pythons, the grip became more and more vigorous, until it became intolerable. Pocahontas screamed in pain. She felt her bones break and understood that her end was near. She did not see her life running past her, as usually happens when people are one step away from death, because the pain did not allow her any thought. Suddenly, however, the grip lost energy and Pocahontas was able to breathe. Not only that, shortly afterwards she was enveloped in an intense and pleasant form of heat, similar to an orgasm but much more powerful.

She understood that her bones were no longer broken. She had never felt better. She no longer felt her body and was overjoyed. It was unbelievable. "I'm sorry darling". Pocahontas was flabbergasted, that tree was talking to her. "We supernatural beings too have instincts. We haven't seen human beings in these parts for decades. But I hope I’ll be forgiven." The Native American didn't know what to answer. What mattered was that in the meantime the tree had freed her. "Get there soon, Pocahontas." See you later? See you soon? Pocahontas understood the meaning of those words that evening.

She had touched the pinnacle of sensory pleasure and intended to do it again. Not bad if the price to pay was to experience excruciating pain first. She decided it was worth it. So it was that she went to Yoatsimac every day for the rest of her days.

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