Rebecca's Hell is a Historic story set in the late 1800's,
Mf, rape, incest, oral, spanking, violence, murder.  If a story
of a father sexually abusing his daughters offends, you read no
further.



   A young Rebecca faces a stern and dominating father on a
lonely isolated farm.  She must act to save herself and her
younger bothers and sisters. If you rape your children, you can
expect to wind up like Jeremiah.  This is a work of fantasy.  If
stories of sex with children by a father offend, you read no
further.  If not come see what awaits you in the barn.

   

   Rebecca sat at the end of the long wooden table.  Her younger
siblings sat on either side the boys on the right and the girls
on the left.  They all sat quietly and waited for Jeremiah their
stern father to enter the one room sod house.  Their faces had
been scrubbed and their hands washed with lye soap.  The light
from the coal oil lamp flickered in late autumn wind that hinted
of the kiss of winter yet to come.

   There had been a skim of ice on the rain barrel when she had
drawn a pitcher of water for supper.  The leaves of the conifers
and gone from green to gold, red, and violet, and now to a dull
brown.  She could hear the leaves rustle in the wind.  The cool
evening air whistled through the rough wooden shutters of the two
windows the low sod house had. It would be a lean winter as the
crops had not been abundant, and the bugs had eaten more than
their share.

   Jubulan fidgeted on the bench.  He was just five and was still
prone to fits of youthful energy.  His father frowned on such
excesses and was quick with a strap to beat some order into his
offspring.  "Spare the rod and spoil the child." often came from
his lips as he administered his from of discipline to his
children.

   "Jubulan!  Mind ye manners!  Papa will be in soon." Rebecca
hissed as she glanced at the coarse plank door to see if he were
coming.

   " I gotta go pee." The dark haired boy replied as he rocked
holding his hand on his penis.

   " Ye should have done so before we sat to supper.  Ye will
just have to hold it.  I nay have time to take ye to the privy."
She scolded as she hoped that their father was in good humor this
evening.

   This brought a round of snickering from the others save the
next two oldest.  They swatted the children next to them
reminding them of their manners.  The young ones quieted down and
waited for their father.

   The family bible lay open at the head of the table.  It was
kept open by a long leather strap.  The one Jeremiah used to
dispense justice on his homestead.  Any joy that had been in the
man ran out a long time back. Perhaps on the journey west where
he had buried his first wife and two unnamed babies.  They had
been lost to the savages that still roamed the prairies of the
territories.

   His new wife did not have the starch for frontier life.  She
had born him six healthy son and daughters.  The seventh one had
snapped her mind and body.  She sat in a wicker rocker and
clutched the dead infant to her long dry breast.  Marry Ann would
not last much longer as she refused the mashed food her
stepdaughter tried to feed her.

   " Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee; Let
the water and the blood, From Thy wounded side which flowed, Be
of sin the double cure; Wash me, Savior, or I die.  While I draw
this fleeting breath, When ,my eye-strings break in death When I
soar to worlds unknown, See Thee on Thy judgment throne, Rock of
Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee." Her frail thin
voice sang in a whisper as she sat rocking the dead child.

   "Oh Lord, Ma is at the hymn again.  She will be at it all
night.  Ye know it puts father in a mood." Chelsea the second
oldest girl said wringing her hands.

   " There is naught I can do.  Save give her another dose of
Laudanum.  I am a `feared that would send her over." Rebecca said
as she looked at the woman rocking the dead child in her arms.

   " It would be a blessing for us all." Thadious a strapping lad
of 12 said.

   " Thadious that be a sin even to suggest such a thing.  Do not
let father here such words from thine mouth." Rebecca hissed
reaching out to twist her younger brother's ear.

   " Ouch!  Becka, don't be such a prude." He said as he knocked
her hand from his ear.

   The door banged open and their father stood silhouetted in the
fading sunlight.  He was a tall man with broad shoulders born of
hard work tilling the earth.  His hands were great slabs of boney
meat.  His fingers were rough from his daily labors care worn and
calloused as his soul. His God was a vengeful deity that
permeated his waking thoughts, acts and deeds.

   His children jumped and shut their mouths less they offer some
offence unknowingly.  They crossed their hands on their laps and
bowed their heads. The cool wind made the coal oil lamp flicker
casting daemons across the hard packed dirt floor.

   " Rock of ages cleft for me....." Her thin voice filled the
stillness.

   "Hush Mary Ann ye are not in church." Jeremiah said as he shut
the door and dropped the wooden latch in place.  " Rebecca see to
ye mother.  I'll not truck her ramblings another night."

   " Yes, sir." The young teen said as she rose from the chair at
the end of the table and went to fetch the glass bottle of
Laudanum.  She pulled the brown cork from the thick green glass
square bottle and measured out a double dose of the opium and
alcohol solution.  Her trembling hands made it hard to fill the
small tin cup without spilling the pale brown fluid.

   Rebecca took the cup to her stepmother and held it to her
lips.  Her dull eyes flickered as if there was a moment of
lucidity that flashed through her wrecked mind.  She rocked on
holding the dead child to her breast.

   "Here Mother, this will make ye feel better.  That's a good
girl drink it all down." Rebecca said as she patted her thin
boney hand that clutched the nearly mummified corpse of the
infant girl.

   " Be quick about it child.  Supper grows cold." Her father
ordered as he sat at the head of the table.

   " Yes sir." Rebecca said as she hurried back to the table
leaving the tin cup beside the woman.

   "Rise you heathen brats and hear the word of the Lord God
Jehovah. Leviticus Chapter 3, 1: And if his oblation be a
sacrifice of peace offering, if he offer it of the herd; whether
it be a male or female, he shall offer it without blemish before
the LORD.  2: And he shall lay his hand upon the head of his
offering, and kill it at the door of the tabernacle of the
congregation: and Aaron's sons the priests shall sprinkle the
blood upon the altar round about.  Leviticus Chapter 5, 17: And
if a soul sin, and commit any of these things which are forbidden
to be done by the commandments of the LORD; though he whish it
not, yet is he guilty, and shall bear his iniquity." Ye all have
sinned in the eyes of the Lord God Almighty.  Ye are not worthy
in the sight of the Lord yet he suffers ye to live.  Be grateful
then for the bounty that ye do not deserve. Amen." He thundered
as he closed the bible and laid the strap in front of his plate.

   The younger children were sniffling knowing that they would
feel the sting of that damned strap yet again.  There backsides
bore the welts of countless beatings.  Their father took a small
loaf of cornbread and broke it.  He took a large portion of the
yellow grainy loaf and passed the plate to his youngest son.  The
meal consisted of a thin rabbit stew, containing a few potatoes,
and wild onions.  Navy beans cooked with a ham bone made up the
largest portion of the evening meal.  Greens culled from the
fencerows had been cooked with lye and cut with the last of the
refined sugar.  The youngest ones got a half a cup of milk.  The
older children had to make do with rainwater.

   They ate in silence head down over their plates.  They ate all
that was put before them for there was naught more for them to
eat. Rebecca stole a glance at the head of the table.  She was
trying to judge her father's mood.

   He was looking at her.  His eyes narrowed and he cocked his
head as if he were examining a head of cattle.  He seemed to be
undressing her with his eyes.  A shutter ran through her body.

   " The garden did not get hoed.  There is but half a cord of
wood chopped, and no one mucked out Bess' stall.  Ten lashes for
all and a trip to the barn for ye Rebecca.  Clear the table and
wash the dishes after ye have had ye punishments.  Make thyself
ready." He said as he drew the strap and loosened his trousers. 
Whipping his children's bare ass' always gave him a raging hard
on.

   "Yes, sir." Rebecca cried as she lifted her petticoats and
walked slowly to the bench sitting besides the table.  She pulled
her skirt up and bent over the bench exposing her bare bottom. 
Her ass was cross-stitched with welts and scars from the daily
beatings she endured since she was old enough to crawl.

   " No ye temptress whore spread yesefl cross wise ye will take
all the strikes between ye legs." He said as he pulled her skirt
up over her head and spread her legs wide so that he could bring
the leather down between her crotch to strike her vagina.

   " OH God sir not that, it hurts so bad please poppa." She
begged her father tears falling from her eyes.

   " Five more for using the Lord's name to lessen thy punishment
for thy sins." He said as he rubbed her red vagina.

   " Oh Poppa please....  Aaooo" She cried as the first blow hit
her inner thigh.  She knew better than put her hands in the way.
That would only earn her more strikes.

   The heavy leather strap thudded into her tinder flesh.  She
lost count of the blows.  The tip of the strap was mashing her
clitoris sending agony through her body.  Her flesh quivered and
shook with each impact.  She wet herself and collapsed unable to
hold her legs open for the thrashing she was receiving.  The pain
burned deep inside of her.  She was not able to stand once he had
finished with her.  She felt her brother's hands on her arm as he
helped her sit by the fireplace.

   She heard the screams of the younger girls as they each took
ten strokes across their bare bottoms.  He had the youngest one
on his lap. He had pulled her dress over her head and had tied it
so she could not move her arms in defense.  She wiggled as he
pushed her down on his erection.  He used his hard hand on her
bottom.  He would smack her ass and keep his hand on her red-hot
ass.  She could see him kneading the young child's ass with his
fingers.  He pinched her between her legs and she howled in agony
as he yanked on her tiny clitoris.

   The boys faired no better each of them taking ten strokes to
their backsides.  When he finished there was a wet stain on his
black trousers. His face was flush and red from the effort he had
expended on his children.

   The children whimpering set about the task of cleaning the
supper dishes and doing the evening chores before they limped to
bed.  The master slept in one rope bed.  His wife did not get out
of the chair.  The only time she did was when Rebecca pulled her
out and cleaned the mess she made of herself.  She sprinkled
sulfur and quick lime around the chair to keep the smell and flys
down.

   There was a loft half way across the low ceiling.  The
children slept there.  The boys on one side of the corn shuck
mattress and the girls on the other.  The children finished their
chores and made the trip to the outhouse.  When they returned the
sun had set and the sod house was bathed in darkness held off
only by the two coal oil lamps and a stubby lard candle that gave
off more smoke than light.

   Their father sat reading the bible and smoking a corncob pipe.
 The Indian tobacco was green and pungent.  It was the one vice
he owned up to. He was reading The Song of Solomon Chapter 4 1:
Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast
doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats,
that appear from mount Gilead.  2: Thy teeth are like a flock of
sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing;
whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among them.  3:
Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely:
thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks. 
4: Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armory,
whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty
men.  5: Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins,
which feed among the lilies.  6: Until the daybreak, and the
shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to
the hill of frankincense.

   " Father, sir I am finished with the chores and the children
are to bed. Please sir I ache so.  Do not take me unto the barn.
It hurts me so I beg you Father." Rebecca said falling at his
feet.

   He lifted her by her long brown hair.  His right hand came
across her face and he bloodied her nose.  " Get thee up harlot.
Born of the sin of Eve ye shall service me this night.  A man has
needs and ye shall fill them or die." He said as he thrust his
hand under her blouse and fondled her small plum sized breast.

   She recoiled in horror as she knew that he would have her all
the way tonight.  He had messed with her making her milk him with
her hands and mouth but he had not penetrated her vagina yet.

   "Would ye rather that I took one of the younger ones?  Say
Jennie she must be nigh on to nine years old by now." He said as
he pulled his hand out from her blouse and put it around her
waist.

   " Oh God no sir.  She is so small ye would ruin her for life.
I'll do it sir just don't hurt me so bad please."

   " Good get some lard and smear it over ye slut hole." He said
as he pushed her towards the small dry sink and cupboards.

   She opened the tin of rendered pig fat and scooped out a hand
full rubbing it over her tinder beaten vagina.  She worked the
white lard into the folds of her body.  The cool fat seemed to
take some of the sting from the beating she had received.  She
knew that it would let his cock slide into her body.  She wished
that she could get to the Laudanum and drain the bottle ending
her suffering.  However, he would just go to the next girl in
line and soon she would be bent over a pile of straw moaning as
he rapped her.

   He took one of the coal oil lamps and his strap.  He shoved
the 13-year-old girl out the door and nearly drug her to the
small sod and wood barn.  He opened the barn door and shoved her
inside.  He followed her in and shut the door behind him.

   The old cow mooed her displeasure of humans disturbing her
sleep.  She demanded some feed but was ignored as Jeremiah had
only his daughter on his mind.  Bess snorted and banged against
the wall of her stall.

   There was a short workbench along the wall cluttered with
tools and broken bits of farm implements awaiting repair.  Rusty
iron and bits of broken wood lay scattered on the dirt floor.  He
pushed her into an empty box stall.  He had thrown down new straw
and had spread out the old horse blanket on the floor.

   " Strip off ye cloths slut.  I want to see what stinking
whores look like." He said as he loosened his black trousers.

   Rebecca moved slowly hoping to forestall the rape that was
coming. Every second that she delayed was a second that he was
not in her body. She made a show of removing her clothing pulling
off her blouse exposing her small breast.  She lifted them for
him and twisted the nipples hoping it would please him.  He
allowed none of his children to ware short clothing even the boys
privets were worn red from the thick seams of their clothing.

   The young child pulled off her skirt and then each of her
petticoats until she stood nude before him.  She turned letting
him see all of her.

   " On ye knees slut and get ready to milk my manhood." He
ordered as he pulled his long penis from his pants.  The wide
head of his cock was purple. The foreskin was pulled back by his
erection.  She could see the veins pumping blood to the engorged
organ.  She dropped to her knees and opened her mouth and reached
out to stroke his cock.  He put both hands behind her head and
forced his meat into her mouth.  She cloaked on the long mass as
he rammed it down her throat.

   He began to fuck her face.  His balls smacked her chin as he
trusted in and out of her mouth.  She was gagging as he went
deeper into her.  His precum leaked out and she could taste the
salty musty tang of his semen. She fought down the bile that rose
in her throat.

   "Suck me bitch, yes take it all you cunt sucking whore." He
yelled as his cock was so hard it hurt him.

   " Get on the floor and open yourself to me." He commanded as
he dropped his pants exposing his hairy legs and large balls.

   She fell to the floor grateful that his cock was out of her
mouth.  He fell on her and pulled at her child's body.  He sucked
hard on her breast hurting them as he bit the nipples.  She
moaned and tried to pull him off her tinder breast.  He rose up
and swung his fist into her face. Her head rocked back and blood
flowed down her split nose.

   " Don't ye ever pull me away from ye stinking body.  It is
mine to do with as I will." He said as he grabbed her legs and
bent them up to her chest.  He held them with one hand as he
guided his cock over her injured vagina.  The small mound of her
flesh opened as he pressed hard against her soft mound.

   The lard let him get the head into her very tight pussy.  He
did not let her adjust to the size of the head in her outer
vagina but rather thrust his cock deeper into her no longer
virgin body.

   " Ahaa it hurts so bad please papa don't do this.  Oh, god it
hurts so bad please"....  She cried as she felt her body torn
open.  There was the searing pain of his organ forced deep into
her young body.  He did not let her stretch and take his cock but
rather rammed in all the way.

   " OH God oh no, no, nooooo.  Please stop you are hurting me
so." She begged as he pounded on.  Her ass was being slammed
against the straw.

   He was beyond caring what damage he did to his oldest child.
His climax was near.  He slowed a bit to stave off the
ejaculation that would end the rape for the time being.  He
planed to use her all night long filling her cunt with his hot
cum.

   Her cunt was still very tight but her muscles had stretched to
take the full length of his organ.  He could pull all the way out
and then ram it back in sending pain rocketing through her body.
He did not want the bitch to cum.  This was punishment and he did
not want her to get one ounce of pleasure from the rape.

   The child was wailing with each stroke.  New agony upon agony
was slammed into her tiny young body.  He felt his balls tighten
and the thrill of his orgasm filled his mind.  He crashed into
her body ramming his cock all the way in her up to his balls.  He
grunted and ejaculated into her clinging vagina.  Her blood mixed
with his semen.  He pulled out of her ruined body.  He tossed her
legs down and then moved up by her head and made her suck his
cock clean.

   She was sobbing and quivering.  Her body was racked with pain
and her mind was numb from the horror of what her own father had
done to her.  She choked on the slimly nasty cum and blood that
was on his now smaller cock.

   He pulled out of her mouth and lay next to her spent.  She
wept and hiccupped in pain.  She curled into a fetal ball as she
cried. She could feel the crawly things in the straw dig into her
flesh.  The straw make her itch.  She shivered in the cold.

   Rebecca flinched as her father touched her ass.  His crude
hands fondled her bottom.  His thick thumb found the ring of her
anus.

   " Oh no Papa please I can not take anymore.  Please don't hurt
me anymore." She sobbed as he pulled her bottom to him.

   " Shut up slut I know ye want ye ass reamed.  All ye cunts
like it up the ass.  The sight of ye ass hole makes my manhood
stand up." He said as he rolled her over on her stomach with her
legs bent under her lifting her small ass in the air.

   He bent his mouth to her ass and licked her hole.

   " Oh god no.  Please that is so nasty.  Not my bottom please.
Oh no, no, noooo!  Ahaaa noo, noo!!  She screamed as his cock
entered her anus.

   Again, he did not let her body stretch to take his size but
rather rammed it in.  She hollered in agony.  He watched as her
ass ring stretched to allow his cock entrance.  The hot velvet of
her ass excited him.  He began to rock back and forth fucking her
ass.

   She beat at the ground and screamed in hot misery as he raped
her child ass.  On and on he went fucking her longer since he had
cum in her cunt he could last a long time in her ass.

   Red blood and brown shit oozed from her stretched ass ring.
The ring of her ass felt like a velvet vice as he plowed her
repeatedly. Finally, he felt his ball tighten and he pumped a
lode of his cum up her ass.  She was sobbing crying trembling
with pain and humiliation.  She felt dirty and disgusting.  She
wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

   He grabbed her by her hair and drug her up right.  He held his
filthy cock in one hand and forced her head down on the stinking
bloody shaft.

   " Please no, not that I can't....  oh god no don't hurt me any
more. Why papa are you doing this to me.  I am you daughter your
oldest child. How can you hurt me so." She cried as he pressed
his cock into her mouth.

   " Just suck it clean bitch.  Then we will rest a bit and then
we do it all over again.  I am going to fuck you all night long
until you learn to love it.  You will beg me to fuck your tiny
child ass and pussy." He said as he forced his soft cock down her
throat.

   She gagged on the cock and threw up.  He pulled off of her and
slapped her face.  He made her clean his cock from a bucket of
cold water.  Once she was done, he took another blanket from a
shelf and tossed it on a pile of straw in the corner.  It was
cold on the floor.

   He tossed her on the straw pile and then got another blanket
and got in next to her.  She was shivering from the cold and the
pain.  He pulled her to him and wrapped them both up in the wool
blanket.  His body was hot and he held her in his arms.  He made
her pay a price for the warmth as he fondled her body and finger
fucked her pussy and ass.  She sobbed and quivered with each
touch.  Her mind was numb.  She had too much pain to deal with. 
She wished that she could just die.  Fathers were not supposed to
rape their children.  How could he do such things to her?

   His cock got hard again and he used her body.  She lay there
twitching and sobbing as he entered her mouth, pussy and ass
again.  He finally pulled out spent from the multiple rapes.

   She felt blood ooze from her wounded vagina and anus.  She
felt sticky and dirty.  Dirty down to her soul.  Dirt that would
never wash off.

   "You are all used up.  I think that I will bring Jennie out
here tomorrow night for a little fun.  I might even bring both of
ye sluts and watch ye eat each other out." He said as he rolled
over and drifted off to sleep.

   Rebecca turned to the wall and felt something long and hard
hanging there.  She touched it and cut her finger on the blade. 
It was a corn knife used to harvest the corn stocks.  It would
do.  She grasped the handle and rolled over swinging it above her
head.  There was a sickening thud as the sharp blade bit home.

   " Ahaaa...What the fuck..." He yelled as fire ran down his
shoulder to his neck.

   Thwack went the blade.  Red rain sprayed out as she swung
again and again.  She gave him tit for tat giving him a thrust
for each one he had given her body with the corn knife in his.

   She had to burry him in pieces, well it was easer that way.
This is a work of fiction.  If you rape a 13 year old you might
end up the old Jeremiah cut to pieces.