The Farm Ch. 01

The Farm is the final story in a series of stories that began with A Tennessee Education and was followed by The Best Gift Ever and Finding Travis. Like the previous tales, this story follows the theme of female dominance and male submission. If that topic is not to your liking I suggest you move on to some of the many great stories found on this site.

Personally, I have enjoyed writing the continuing saga of Mariko, twin sisters Katie and Deb Ashby, and their friends Bobby, Tyaja, Lisa, Jenny, Travis and Jordy and others.

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Chapter 01

Jordy spends his first week at The Farm

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"Are we getting close? We've been driving forever!" Jenny exclaimed.

She and Jacqueline had been on the road for more than ten hours and they were both more than ready to get out of their not so comfortable truck seats. Having left the DC area just after breakfast on a hot August morning they made their way southwest. Not stopping until mid-afternoon, they finally gave in to their need for food at an out of the way podunk restaurant having almost no business. They ate quickly and returned to the interstate no more than twenty minutes later.

Jacqueline had planned their trip home with this stop in mind. It was her hope that a 2 PM lunch at some country dump would come during an off-peak hour would allow them privacy while their truck was parked. Her plan was to avoid congested areas whenever they paused for food or fuel. There was no reason to raise suspicion and she didn't need to deal with others snooping around and asking questions about what they were carrying in their small truck.

Continuing southwest they eventually made their way across the Virginia line and into Tennessee. However, their destination was still several hours away. With only a GPS coordinate to go by, the truck headed off the interstate and into the country. Jenny loved this part of the country. She had never been to Tennessee and had only been outside the compound once. The terrain of rolling hills that ave way to open flatland reminded her of home.

"It can't be much further," Jacqueline answered. "Google maps has us arriving in 28 minutes."

"I hope so. I don't like being so far away from civilization."

Jackie looked at her partner navigating the perpetually curvy road with both hands gripping the wheel. They had left Interstate 75 an hour earlier and were now heading east. The countryside had become progressively hillier and Jackie could tell her younger friend wasn't use to driving on such twisting, turning roads devoid of guardrails.

Jackie smiled thinly. "Are you afraid some country boys are going to get you?"

"No! I just don't want to break down or get into an accident. We're in the middle of nowhere."

"You're doing fine. Just relax," she said admiring the full chest of her driving mate. Jenny was so becoming. Although Jackeline had no lesbian bent, she always enjoyed a beautiful woman when she saw one.

They traveled another 18 miles, following the directive of their GPS. When the road regressed from pavement to gravel and they heard "your destination is two-miles ahead" Jenny breathed a sigh of relief. They had just entered the floor of an open valley. On both right and left were small mountains rising up maybe 500 to 1000 feet. Because of the heavy foliage engulfing the single-lane road from both sides they had virtually no visibility beyond the next turn. It gave Jenny a claustrophobic feeling leading her to believe she had driven deep into a remote wilderness - which was exactly what she had done. The last building they passed some five miles back was most likely a rarely used hunting cabin. They really were in the middle of nowhere.

The Tennessee heat and humidity made for an almost tropical day. Thankfully they were in an air conditioned compartment and separated from the oppressive heat and humidity. The heat stayed until sunset but even after darkness overtook the day, they knew it would remain a muggy night. But that was to be expected. After all, they were in the south.

"Your will arrive in one-quarter mile," the GPS voice stated.

"Look, there's the gate!" Jacqueline said. "We're here."

Jenny pulled the truck to a stop. Further passage along the gravel road was barred by a tall and stout steel gate. Upon further investigation she noticed the gate transitioned seamlessly to a twelve foot high chain link barrier fence that extended as far as she could see in either direction. This really was a secure complex. She knew this but hadn't really taken notice of the details of its construction when first arriving here a little over a month ago.

After waiting for only a minute, a casually dressed middle-aged man yalova escort appeared. He pulled the gate open and waved them through. Jenny noticed his shackled ankles and the heavy collar around his neck. He was but one of several hundred slaves confined within the facility grounds.

"Welcome Mistress," he said and bowed - waiting for them to pass before re-securing the entrance gate.

Traveling another half-mile into the narrowing valley they encountered another checkpoint. This gate was of similar construction but this one supported several lines of razor wire spanning the top as well as this inner circle of fencing. Again, Jenny could see the barrier extending off in both directions and eventually disappearing into the forest. At this checkpoint they were greeted by another slave. He stood in the middle of the dirt road. Unlike the previous guard, this one was naked, ball-gagged and shackled at the ankles.

He had no need to speak since he would encounter no 'outsiders' which is why he was 'dressed' accordingly. Recognizing the vehicle he stepped aside, fell to his knees and prostrated himself in reverence to the two women.

"Ah, wasn't that so sweet?" Jackie said sarcastically.

Jenny knew she wasn't being serious but smiled anyway. His salute would be the first of hundreds, if not thousands of similar expressions of homage she would be paid in the course of a typical day here. Driving another half-mile the forest finally receded. Ahead she saw the open expanse of the valley floor. They had finally made their way back home.

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Jordy groaned when the truck accelerated once more. Having no sense of where he was or how long he had been hanging with the two other guys. He felt progressively more disoriented as the time spent hanging from the overhead pulley continued to mount. He felt certain he was being tortured although the reason for it remained somewhat of a mystery. The cargo hold from which he was hanging was nearly black. If it hadn't been for the few pinpoints of light coming from several spots along the upper edge of the sidewalls he wouldn't have been able to make out any details of the interior. What he could see were several unused pulleys anchored to the ceiling studs nearby. They were mounted at three foot intervals throughout the cargo hold. The truck had been modified at some point for the express purpose of transporting significant numbers of Farm property. Jordy believed there must be times when this truck was probably stuffed full with naked and sweating men. With only two of the ten pulley-anchors now in use Jordy realized as many as twenty potential slaves could be suspended in this cramped space. He wondered if there had ever been a time when the payload had ever been maxed out. He could hardly imagine what it would be like having so many guys all hanging similarly to how he and his two companions hung.

Jordy knew where they were taking him. Well, he kind of knew. He was headed to that place in Tennessee of which Tianna and Chevonne had told him about. And he understood his fate. He was about to be transformed - one way or another - into a male-slave. He knew this was his fate in life. He understood he would someday be purchased by a woman and become her property. He knew his fate in life would never be a career in computer science but rather a life of servitude to a dominant woman who owned him.

That thought, even though he felt more miserable than at any time in his life, caused his cock to stir. It stiffened and pressed into the thigh of the sweaty white guy's groin who stared back with blank unseeing eyes. Jordy nodded lazily. It wasn't the first time he had gotten an erection and it wasn't like his partner, if you could call him that, hadn't had his own share of them as well. He wondered if his came from similar thoughts of what lay ahead. They were apparently cut of the same mold with respect to what The Farm expected of them.

The momentum of the truck changing directions lurched Jordy to the left as it rounded a curve. The guy he was chained to moved in unison, their sweaty skin sliding against one another as they were forced into a slightly different position. When the truck straightened and increased speed they moved again.

Hanging like three pendulums, Jordy, his partner and the black guy hanging alone behind him remained stretched torturously in the sweltering darkness. Their feet barely touched the ground. Everything hurt.

Outside the sun beat down on the enclosed hold. Inside the air was thick with humidity and the temperature was well over a hundred degrees. They hung in agony with no one to help or even hear their complaints. With only the balls of their feet touching the plywood floor, their shoulders bore the weight of their body. No longer could Jordy's calf muscles support his weight and every time he tried to offload the stress onto his feet, those muscles cramped painfully. The cramping compelled him to pull edirne escort his feet up toward his head to reduce the spasm but in doing so place all of his 170 pound weight on his already screaming shoulders.

Jordy's agony remained completely personal as it did for his two compatriots. The ball-gags rammed into their mouths at the time of their hanging severely muted any anguished cries uttered. And after hanging for so long what did it matter? Nothing was about to change. As long as the truck kept moving no one was coming to help. But for how long? How long would they be left here? How long could they survive in this black inferno? Why didn't someone open the door and check on them when they stopped? Surely someone would come in and offer them water before heat stroke set in. They had to! And yet no one came.

Jordy thought those thoughts when they were still 300 miles from their destination. It took almost six more hours before the truck finally halted for good. Hoping to hear the sound of the rear lift-gate opening he sucked on his ball-gag in an attempt to draw moisture into his otherwise parched mouth. His hope waned when no one came. The quietness of the outside became almost deafening. He couldn't imagine why no one came but still they didn't. And so he continued to sag on throbbing shoulders while the sweaty puddle beneath his feet grew ever larger.

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Jenny never got use to the sight of The Farm's activity. Even after spending nearly six-weeks here, she continued to be somewhat overwhelmed by the sheer humanity of naked, gagged and laboring males at this place. Men were everywhere but she hardly ever heard one of them speak. Not even the slaves who weren't gagged spoke. To be more precise, no male voice was ever heard. Men were here to serve and work and obey and to be taught. They were not here to ask questions, debate, argue or disagree. The law of The Farm was obedience to whatever woman happened to be giving them a command. To disobey was to be punished and be punished harshly.

As Jenny drove the truck slowly past the throngs of males still working in the fields even at this late hour she headed beyond the main buildings and out to one of several identical tiny outbuildings set apart from all the others.

Backing up to the entrance of the diminutive two-foot high entry door she brought the truck to a halt and got out. God it felt good to stretch. It had been a long trip.

"Do you want to go inside and get some dinner?" Jackie asked. I could use a good meal.

"I'm starving but what about the guys?"

"What about them? They're only going from here to there," she said pointing at the truck and then to the small shed. "They can wait."

"OK," Jenny said timidly. "If you say so."

"They'll be fine," Jackie said dismissively. She wrapped her arm around the shorter woman. "You need to get over the whole compassionate attitude thing, Jenny. If we don't break them, we can't ever train them."

"I know but I'm guessing they are inside that blackness and must be hurting. They've been strung up there since morning."

"They sure are. I bet their whole body is screaming in pain and they are beyond thirsty. But that's what's needed. Hell, they're going to be hurting for all of next week and maybe part of the next." Jacqueline stopped and looked into her strikingly brown eyes. "Instead of thinking about what they are feeling now, think about the slaves you've met that are about to be sold. You've seen what they are like. Didn't you like what you saw?"

Jenny nodded. "I did. They seemed like nice guys."

"Nice guys my ass. Mistress Jenny, they are some of the best slaves a woman might ever meet. They make my pussy wet just thinking about the ways they can make me cum. Those nice guys," she said making quotation marks with her hands, "are going to make for some great slaves. Isn't that what you are looking for here. Don't you want to leave her with a great slave to take home?"

"Of course I do! You know that." Her tone came out a little more defensively than she intended.

"Well then, buy into what we are doing here. Stop being so resistive to it all. They put you with me because I've been doing this for a long time. The guys in that truck," she pointed back to where it was parked, "are like the 6000th ones go come through here. If we didn't turn out a good product doing things this way, we would be treating them differently. But we haven't changed what we do here because the current way works. And for you that should be important."

Jenny looked at her curiously. Jacqueline ignored the look and continued. "When it's time for you to leave I want you leave here with a man you can rule but also have a man that will want to bind himself to you. And," she added, "I hope he is respectfully afraid of you. You can't separate the fear factor from the obedience and respect factors, Jenny. You just can't. Whomever you choose, if you find erzurum escort anyone at all, needs to believe in the deepest recesses of their soul that they can't ever be your equal. You don't want someone who might consider standing up against you. If that were to happen your relationship with them would crumble."

Jenny nodded. This was a conversation she knew would eventually come and if she were honest with herself it was also one she needed to hear. She didn't disagree with anything Jacqueline said. It was she who had been resistant to the ways and means of The Farm. Yes, she did all they told her to do but she still had difficulty embracing the militaristic attitudes of so many of the mistresses. It wasn't that they were necessarily mean but they were so, so - in charge and that attitude wasn't something that came easy for her to express naturally.

"I hope you're listening from here." Jacqueline pointed to Jenny's well-endowed chest. "If you intend to be a great mistress you need to lead from your heart as well as from your head. I know you understand what we're doing intellectually but if your heart won't embrace it, you are going to struggle to lead in the way God intended you to."

"I want to be that person Jackie. I really do. It's just so hard sometimes."

"Then put aside your feelings and just do it. If you can do that, and if you do it repeatedly, your heart will follow. But you need to embrace those difficult times knowing you are creating something good by being strict with them. These slaves aren't crafted simply by wishing them to be the way we want them to become. They need to unlearn life and then relearn a new life. And that takes time and effort and patience and resolve on our part. They need you and me to help them move forward along that road. But if you keep doing things the way you have been, they aren't going to make it properly. They just won't and you are doing both them and the mistress they end up with a disservice. Whoever buys the product you helped create is going to eventually be disappointed in the man they purchased. We can't have that. I can't have that and you can't continue to want that."

"OK. I hear you. I really do. And I want to do things the right way. But you know I'm weak. God, you've seen how weak I can be." Jenny looked with sad eyes at her mentor. "Can you do me a favor?"

"Sure; name it."

"If you see me give in, please step in and help me. Help me to change, Jackie. I know I'm going to make mistakes."

Jackie smiled. "We've all made mistakes here baby. All I'm asking is for you to stop intentionally making them. And yes, I promise to help you whenever I see you stumble."

Jenny grabbed a hold of Jackie's arm and leaned against it. "Thanks for being so open with me. I needed to hear this."

"I'm glad we could talk. Let's go inside and get out of this heat. I want to sit down and enjoy a home cooked meal. The guys in the truck can hang awhile longer. They need to be softened up a little more anyway. Want to join me?"

"Absolutely!" Jenny said smiling brightly for the first time today.

They headed into the enormous plantation mansion. It was a three story building constructed in a French Colonial style that included wrap around verandas on both the first and second floors. It was a 50,000 square foot monster. The second story included at least fifty spacious bedrooms, each with a private bath. It housed many of the mistresses residing here. Additional bedrooms filled the first floor. However the majority of the ground level housed a reception area, dining hall and administrative offices. Although the structure was built to look like a mid-1800's structure, albeit on a much grander scale, the mansion included all the luxuries of a modern day hotel. But because the purpose of The Farm was to mold men to better serve women it had several unique alterations.

For example, the kitchen and associated facilities were housed in one of the many outbuildings just as they would have been a century or more ago. All food was prepared by the slaves assigned to the kitchen and brought to the dining hall. The kitchen ran day and night and catered to the many different needs of The Farm's mistresses. Although the mansion was equipped with central air, heat and modern day plumbing, the power generated to run these came from an unorthodox source. Rather than receiving power from the grid, it was generated manually by the many slaves on the premises. It was but one of the many genius strokes of its founder Mariko Komatzu.

Abiding by the philosophical world view that women were to be served and men should be bred to serve, Mariko made sure everyone remained well aware of who the 'haves' were as well as who the 'have-nots ' were. Being forced to generate power during the summer months when the ambient temperatures reached close to 100 degrees was one of the most significant ways that was manifest. The slaves hated pushing the wheel. However, by the time they had finished training they came to appreciate the value of 'manning the wheel' as it was called. They all eventually came to understand that while they sweated outside, they made life inside a welcome relief for the mistresses of the mansion. The mansion was kept at a constant temperature of 74 degrees during the summer months.