Becky in the Hilltop Stockade

When we was spent, I licked and kissed his powerful weapon and tickled his bouncing balls with the tip of me tongue to make him laugh. With me head resting on his moist sweaty chest, I begged him, "Daniel, I must be your wife or else I shall die."

He spoke no words as he lifted me by the arms on top of himself and let his penis return to rock hardness inside me feminine folds. We mated like a pair of hawks on the wing and he filled me womb with his seed. We stayed in nakedness while Daniel draped me washed clothes on pelts. Next he brought us a supper of nuts, berries, and maple syrup.

"We go to kill Zeke this eventide." That was all he spake, as simple as that.

Daniel Rowaton wore no clothes, covered his body with mud, so he not be seen walking into town in the dark. He carried only his knife clenched in his teeth. I waited at the hut he called a wigwam, fearing he be hurt or kilt. Me worry melted when I heard his stealthy stepping through the pumpkin field. Daniel came through the door carrying an odious creature in a heavy burlap sack. Daniel ripped open the sack and there lay Zeke, hog tied and gagged with a leather strap across his mouth. I smelt him and recollected him fucking me in me helpless state. I retched and Daniel watched as I delivered a kick with me heavily shoed foot to the blacksmith's eye and it bled like a squashed tomato.

Daniel set about ripping the villain's clothes from his body, tossing him around like a skinned rabbit, although Zeke be powerfully muscled and stout. Daniel pressed Zeke down on a pelt on the floor and he was squealing like a stuck pig. Daniel delivered a mighty blow with his fist to Zeke's ribs and I heard them crack. Next he pounded his foot on Zeke's chest and me rapist vomited a horrible smelling issue.

The wretch lay still and Daniel handed me his knife, which I caressed with me fingers as lovingly as I had touched his penis. I raised Daniel's knife while he clutched Zeke's hen-pecker with one hand and his sack of balls with the other. My first chop came down on his testicles and my second chop took off his penis. Blackened blood sprayed in every direction and Zeke was howling like a screech owl whilst belching liquified shit from his ass. I passed the blood-splashed knife from my hand to Daniel's. Me angel swiftly slit Zeke's throat and sent him to hell.

"What shall we do with his corpse?" I asked Daniel. "If they find it, they might come a-lookin' for us as killers."

"We shall deal with his carcass like the animal he be," Daniel told me.

Daniel looked to be an artisan fashioning a fine work of pottery as he wielded his knife to slice up Zeke's body into so many pieces of meat. He even chopped up his ugly head. When Daniel was done dismembering the hateful one, he bundled his slices into a sack and made off through the woods.

"He shall make a fine feast for the black bears," he sang the words as if it be a song.

When me sweet angel returned, I exhausted his mighty strength with the ardor of me wanton desires. A lesser man's dinky would have fell off. I loved him a thousand times in the days to come.

"The Reverend Jonathan Mathan will ne'er countenance our bein' married." I wept.

"We shall go to Hassanamisco. The sachem will marry us."

When he said that I smiled. A walk of five days brought us to the Nipmuc camp near Grafton village. The women and girls dressed me for the ceremony, fed me cornbread, and put flowers in me hair. Every last soul among the Nipmuc people felt the need to touch me hair like fire with their fingertips. I kissed them all and they always laughed, saying me fat lips tickled their faces. I love me new tribal family more than life itself.

Me son Daniel Rowaton Hankins be red-haired like his ma and bronzed like his pa and he will live comfortable in both worlds, the red and the white. Dan Hankins will be a captain of militia fighting bravely alongside the British in the wars against the French. Young Dan's secret Nipmuc name be "The-son-of-her-with-hair-like-fire-and-eyes-like-the-sky-and-he-who-protects-women." Lo, many years later, though he be the age of fifty, he would join up with Washington's Continentals. Dan be as noble and kind as his pa, who left this earth last summer, catching a fever after felling a deer that fed us all winter. As for me, I never seen nobody from Dedham township no more. Them bastards that put a pretty, poor, hard-working girl in stocks and tortured me half to death is all burnt in Satan's oven, I do believe. Now I be living at Hassanamisco, like a Nipmuc squaw, fixing to die as the happiest old lady in the free Commonwealth of Massachusetts in this Year of Our Lord seventeen hundred and seventy-five.

Yours truly,

Becky Rowaton