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.