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
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