The Barn and back WARNING: EXTREAM Pedo, M,g,g M,b oral anal rape non con, torture spanking, caning . If sex with children offends you go away now and read no further. If not see what happens in the barn in this historic story. William was a hard man, he had been raised hard by cold and severe un loving Puritan parents who thought that children were put on earth to earn their keep and support their family. At the age of five he was set to work on the rocky soil of the McTavish's small farm on the border of the wilderness frontier of Pennsylvania. The only formal education the boy received was learning to read from the family bible. Spare the rod and spoil the child was the leading tenet in the harsh code of parenting in the closed sect of the Puritans. Puritan lives were plagued by fear of a wrathful god and unforgiving and watchful parishioners. Those who called themselves Puritans held a common ground in which they could unite for the purpose of condemning others as heretics, witches, heathens, Indians, barbarians etc. Pleasures of the flesh were in their eye the quickest rout to Hell and eternal damnation. Sex was only for procuration of children. Husbands seldom saw their wives nude nor would he be seen naked by her. It was no wonder then when at the age of 11 the boy simply walked off the farm taking his father's flintlock shotgun and a good stout ax. William worked his way west living off the land avoiding Indians and other whites. He grew into a wild man surviving by trapping beaver, and fox. He kept moving West as other people moved into the land. This stern man wanted little human contact and kept to himself. When he turned 20 he was hunting in the Northeast territory in what would become Indiana in 1818. It was there near Fort Wayne that he met a woman that was a driven as he was. She was the daughter of Harris Miller who ran a gris mill at the junction of the three rivers. He had 11 children by three wives all of whom died in childbirth. Rebbecca was his oldest child and she soon became the de facto mother to her younger brothers sisters and half-brothers and half-sisters. Rebbecca wanted out of her life at the fort which consisted of rising before the sun and caring for the large brood and then laboring in the mill until late into the night. During the War of 1812 the fort was attracted by Tecumseh's and the Prophet's Shawnee Indians. During the early 1800s, they devised separate plans to deal with the white settlers flooding into Ohio and Indiana. According to the Prophet, the Master of Life told him that the Indians must give up all white customs and products. If they did not change their ways, the Master of Life would not send the Indians to their equivalent of heaven. If they did reject these items and return to traditional ways, the Master of Life would reward them by driving the white settlers from the Indians' land. Tecumseh believed that, if the natives put aside their traditional differences and worked together, that they would be able to stop white encroachment onto the Indians' land. Tecumseh's Confederation became inextricably linked with his brother's religious movement. In 1808, the brothers moved their respective followers to Prophetstown near the Tippecanoe River in the Indiana Territory. The two men continued to espouse their messages, and their followers continued to grow in number. By 1811, such a large number of natives lived at Prophetstown that white settlers in Ohio and the Indiana Territory demanded that the government do something to protect them. William Henry Harrison led an army against Prophetstown in the fall of 1811. He stopped his force a short distance from the Indian village. Tecumseh was away, recruiting other Indians to join his confederation. The Prophet, lacking the military skills of his brother, decided to attack the Americans. He claimed that the Master of Life had come to him and told him that the Indians would succeed in defeating the Americans. He also stated that the whites' bullets would not harm the natives. The Indians attacked Harrison's men before daybreak on the morning of November 7, 1811. Harrison's army had approximately a thousand troops, including infantry and cavalry. The American army defeated the Indians, but they suffered heavy losses: sixty-two men killed and 126 wounded. The Indian's losses are impossible to know because they carried off most of their dead and wounded. Harrison guessed that at least forty Indians were killed. This battle became known as the Battle of Tippecanoe. The American army drove off the Indians and burned Prophetstown to the ground during the battle of tippecanoe. Most Indians no longer believed in the Prophet. Many returned to their own villages after the defeat. Tecumseh tried to resurrect his confederation, but many natives refused to join him again. Unfortunately for Tecumseh, to gain followers he allied himself with his brother. The Prophet, by making such bold statements before the battle, led Tecumseh's followers to reject the alliance. Divided, it was now only a matter of time before the Indians fell to the Americans, during the battle of tippecanoe. While Tecumseh's confederation collapsed at the Battle of Tippecanoe, Harrison's fortunes only increased. He used his popularity as a successful Indian fighter to run for President of the United States. His campaign slogan was "Tippecanoe and Tyler too!" William and Rebbecca survived the Indian attack and moved into the area where the battle of Tippecanoe had been fought. They carved out a small farm in the rich soil there. Later they built a mill on the Tippecanoe river in a village called Leesburg. The couple prospered had soon had four small children. However Becky had a hard time with her last childbirth as the child was stillborn and an infection she contracted caused her brain damage. It then fell to her oldest daughter Anna to take care of the family. William turned to strong drink and the mill soon was lost and sold to Levi Lee the founder of the village. William moved his small family further west into Illinois. There he built a sod house for it was cheaper than using wood or brick. It sat not far from the Mississippi river where he raised cattle and hogs. "Momma you can't have more sugar for your tea, cause there ain't none!" Anna said in desperation as he addled mother sat crying in her rocker demanding sugar for her tea. "You are a devil child yes you are." Becky spat as she held the mummified remains of her last child. She clung to the dead baby and would not truck any one taking it from her. The small corps had stopped smelling a few years ago. "Paw will be home soon and you got to stop that crying or he is going to beat us all good. Andy, Cindy, Winnie you wash your hands and get to the table." the young girl said as she pushed her long black hair out of her face. "I want some sugar too!" Andy called out as he came to the plank table and sat next to his older sister Cindy. "You know that there ain't no damned sugar!" she said as she hurried to get the boiled potatoes and stewed rabbit out of the cast iron kettle that hung in the fireplace. "I am telling Paw that you cussed! He going to beat you good, yes he will." her brother yelled happy to have something to hold over his older sister's head. "You do and I will tell him bout that cat you got in the barn!" she countered. "Kitty ain't hurting anything in fact she kills mice. So there." the young boy said sticking out his tongue out at her. The door opened and the tall gaunt William came in. He took of his black hat and hung his black overcoat on a nail next to the door. He took down a leather strap and went to the head of the table. The rest of the family shut up and sat with their head bowed except for Anna who was still getting the evening meal set on the table. "Andrew, you will tell me what?" the stern man said as he looked down at the cowering child. "Nothing sir, I was just funning with Anna." the seven year old boy said hoping that his father had not been into too much corn whiskey. " Proverbs 20:11 Even a child is known by his actions, by whether his conduct is pure and right. Funning with your sister is not conduct which is pure and right!" William said quoting the bible. You will learn ten verses before bed tonight and receive ten strokes on your bare bottom. Cindy recite Proverbs 20: 15 now child!" he said as he pointed his bony finger at the quaking child. "Proverbs 20:15 sir. I know that one! That is the one about the rod. Folly is bound up in the child, but the rod will drive it far from him." the six year old struggled to get the words right. "Proverbs 22:15 Folly is bound up in the heart of a child, but the rod of discipline will drive it far from him. Is the verse. You failed and shall taste the rod across your bare bottom." William said as his cock got hard as he envisioned her red bottom wiggling in his lap as he beat her. Wynford recite Exodus 20:12 now child!" "That is the one about mothers and fathers, uhmm Do what your father says or God will be mad? I think that is it sir." the five year old child struggled to recall all of the verses crammed in her head. "Wrong! Are you all heathens hell spawned? Honor your father and your mother, so that you may live long in the land the LORD your God is giving you. Anna put the food back in the pot none of you has earned the bounty the Lord and I work so hard to provide for you." he said as he rose from the table and turned an oak barrel on its side. "All of you remove your garments and present yourselves for your deserved punishments." he said as he removed his shirt and picked up his warn leather strap. "You are a damned devil that enjoys hurting your children's bodies!" his wife Becky cried as she held her dead child to her breast. "Anna shut her up! Tie the whore to her chair and put the gag in her filthy mouth!" William raged "Yes sir." was all that Anna said for she knew that she was in for a bad session in the barn once he had abused the younger children's bodies. "Wynford get in my lap and spread your filthy legs! You will get 22 strokes on your bottom one for each word in the verse you failed to know." he said as he adjusted his raging hard on so that her nude crotch would rub against it when he beat her. The slim young girl got in her father's lap and held her legs open for him. She felt his hard thingy pushing against her yoni. Her face turned red from shame. She felt him rest his rough hand on her tiny bottom. Her flesh quivered at his touch knowing that soon the hand would slam into her bottom over and over. She started to cry. William lifted his hand cupped it so his fingers would reach the child's undeveloped sex. His hand arced down and there was a loud slap as her flesh redden a deeper hue with each strike. He could feel the heat raise in her wonderous flesh. He was looking forward to the day that she was old enough for him to plow. He let his hand rest on her hot body as he drew out his beating of the screaming child. His finger worked its way in her crotch as he probed her yoni. He finished beating his youngest girl and turned to the next child in line. "Anna hold her arms over the barrel and Andrew you spread her whores legs wide." he ordered as he took the heavy leather strap and swung it over his head. The older children did as they were ordered and pulled Cindy over the barrel and held her fast. The girl was sobbing for she knew that he was going to hit her yoni not her ravaged bottom that was scared from past beatings. William brought the wide leather belt down between the child's legs and she screamed in agony as the leather bit into her soft undeveloped body. The child's inner thighs turned scarlet as wide welts began to rise on her battered soft flesh. The end of the beating strap had an oaken ball attached to it. He aimed the heavy ball so it would strike the mound of her vulva. Cindy screamed as the ball thudded into her body. She felt hot urine leak out of her battered crotch. The acidic urine burned her tender flesh and her screams rose another notch. "Pull her cunt wider damn you boy! Open her stinking slut hole for the wrath of the LORD." he yelled as his lust for her body drove him deeper into depravity. Blood now ran from her broken skin and the child was thrashing as the blows filled her undeveloped frame with agony. "Please sir, will you not do me now? I have been evil and I need a good hard using, not here though take me to the barn for the extra usage of my whore body sir." Anna cried as she could no longer watch as her younger sister was beaten. "Whore and temptress! Get your ass to the barn and make your slutty body ready for me." William said as he sent the bloody strap once more into the young child's body. "Thank you sir! I am a worthless whore and need a strong beating." Anna wept knowing her body and soul were in for a bad session. "Get to the barn now! Boy bend over the barrel and spread you butt wide." he said as they pulled the quivering Cindy off the now blood stained oak whiskey barrel. William took a large gourd that was drying on the wall and got a handful of lard from a wooden tub on the fireplace. "You hold this plug up your ass until I get back or there will be hell to pay boy!" he yelled as he drove the nobby hard shelled gourd into the boy's small anus. The boy screamed as his ass was stretched and the hard object filled is burning ass. He doubled over in agony as he tried to hold the offending gourd in his unwilling body. The sun had sat as it was getting on into Fall so William took an oil lamp to the small barn. The clapboard walls were in need of a fresh coat of paint but there was little money for such niceties. He opened the leather hinged door and closed it behind him. The barn stunk of cow shit and molding hay. The walls were strewn with rusty tools and broken bits of tack. The three cows in the barn bellowed their need for fresh food and water. Anna a stood nude awaiting the rape that was coming from her father. He held the oil lamp up and looked at the shivering young teen child. "You know the drill get on your fucking knees and clean my cock whore!" he spat as he dropped his rough homespun pants to the filthy dirt barn floor. "Yes sir, I am a fucking whore." she sobbed as she knelt before her father and took his erect cock into her mouth. She sucked the head and ran her lips over its long shaft as she cupped his nut-sack hoping to get him to cum quickly so the rape would be over. He grabbed her head and pulled her all the way to his thin bony hips. This drove his penis down the child's throat. He began to fuck her face as he pulled her hair just to inflect some more pain. His cock battered her throat and she gagged on it as he rammed it in and out. She was a good cocksucker he thought as he let her suck him. He pulled his wet cock out of his daughter's mouth and ordered her to bend over a mound of hay. She spread her legs and lay on the hay waiting for his cock to choose which hole he would use this night. A burning pain in her anus answered that question. Her anus stretched as the wide cock head was driven in her bowel. Well he can't plant a baby in me this way she thought as he grabbed her hips and fucked her ass. She began to moan for him as she knew this got him off quicker. She clinched her ass muscles trying to milk his cum from his thrusting cock. "Oh yes daddy yess fuck me Oh dear daddy fuck me harder!" she said hoping her words would do the trick and end his savage rape. "You like this slut?" he ragged as he pulled out and then rammed it back up her anus. " You know I do daddy. I am a fucking whore use me hard!" she cried wishing the monster was fucking dead. "Then get down in the fucking mud and open you filthy cunt for me!" he yelled as he ripped his cock out of her ass. He grabbed her long black hair and tossed her to the muddy floor. He mounted her and pressed his cock into her young pussy. The wide head stretched her still tight vagina as he painfully entered her body again. She felt the mud and cow shit mush up between her legs and get shoved in her body as he raped her. Anna hit the soggy ground with her fist as the pain filled her body and soul. Her right hand closed around something hard and heavy. It was a broken ax head that had gotten worked into the filth covering the dirt floor. Without thinking she grasp the short shattered oak shaft and raised it high above her father's head. She swung it down in a deadly arc as it bit into his skull. "Whaaat the fuck!" he screamed as the blow cracked his head. He tried to get of his little slut but she hit him again. The blow knocked him back into his daughter's arms. Anna hit him again and again until there was no more head left to hit. She lay in the cold mud and felt his hot blood flow over her. She screamed and pushed his dead body off of her. She walked to the water trough and worked the cast iron pump. She let the cold water wash the blood and gore from her body. Then she got in the wooden trough and tried to wash his stink and touch from her body and mind. "He is dead, I bashed his fucking head in with this." she said as she entered the sod house. "Andy help me drag him into the pig pen, and get that out of your ass. He is dead so we are free." she said as she got a clean but warn sackcloth dress from her chest and put it on. "What are we going to do? Someone will wonder where he is." the boy said as he pulled the gourd out of his body. "We will tell them that he has gone down river to buy some hogs. Lots of men don't come back from trips down the big river. Indians and pirates you know." she said as they went into the darkness to feed him to the hungry hogs. That night they burned his Bible and his leather strap and canes. It was several months before anyone bothered to ask where the cold man had gone. No one questioned what the children said. When he did not come back by the end of the next year a martial came by and had some papers for Becky to sign declaring her husband deceased. The next fall Anna and her brother and sisters attended the new one room school house the county built. Over the years they grew and expanded the small farm. Andy and Anna stayed on the farm and lived there for the rest of their lives. Nether of them married enjoying instead each other's company. Cindy and Winnie married local men and lived near by. Becky died four years later. They buried her with her long dead baby. This is a work of fiction. Do any of the things old William did and you just may end up like him feeding the hogs. If you enjoyed this tale give me a shout at wordweaver69@gmail.com I do request for stories, there is not much that I will not try and put down in print.