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The Farm Ch. 10

byKatiekatsman©

This segment of a previous writing is included because it ties this story and the previous story, Finding Travis, together.

... From the final chapter of "Finding Travis". Christmas Day - Bridgeport Connecticut ...

During the flight north and at the hotel Katie had booked for him, Travis had lots to think about. He hated leaving but as the sentiments at losing Katie transitioned to that of looking forward to seeing Rachel after so many months. His time with Katie had been just what he needed. He needed to unwind after his hike. He needed to act on his submissive desires after spending another three months in the woods and she had given him ample opportunities to do just that.

Katie had been one of those angels that came out of nowhere and filled an unfillable void precisely when he needed it most. Her letters prior to seeing Tianna; her rescue just as he was being shipped off to The Farm; her financial support during the second leg of his hike and all the help she provided as he explored career possibilities was beyond generous. And of course the sex was fantastic - even if he only got to experience one orgasm.

She had given him much and did so in such a short span of time. He couldn't believe she was gone and wondered if he'd ever see her again. Mentally Travis said his goodbyes a hundred times that evening; just as he started practicing saying his "Hellos to Miss Rachel".

He wondered if she had changed. Was her hair still nice and long? Did she like college? Was she still just as dominant or possibly even more so? Would she welcome him when he finally stepped into her parent's lovely house tomorrow?

Tomorrow came quickly. As Travis rode in the backseat of the taxi, using the last of Katie's money, he studied the familiar roads, buildings and places he knew so well. Nothing much had changed. The car slowed as it turned off one of the primary arteries. As they neared the Kennedy's place he was once more taken by the wealth of those who resided in this neighborhood. How much money did these people spend on one another for Christmas? Probably more than he'd earn in an entire year working at the 7-Eleven where he use to be employed.

"It's the white one up ahead," Travis informed the cabbie.

After paying the fair he stood facing the familiar structure on a freezing cold December morning. It was a little after ten in the morning. Making certain he had the envelop in hand, he headed up the steps and knocked. Travis beamed when he caught sight of Mrs. Kennedy.

"Well, well, look who it is! Merry Christmas Travis. Come in. Come in!"

"Merry Christmas to you Mrs. Kennedy."

"You're a surprise. What in the world are you doing here?"

He handed her the letter and waited patiently for her to read the note.

"Hmmm, now won't this be interesting," she said quietly.

Travis watched her give him a thorough once-over. "Well, let's see where the chips fall, shall we? Follow me. Everyone is in the back room."

"Is everything OK?" He asked. Something didn't feel right.

"Everything was. Let's see if it stays that way."

As they passed through the kitchen the aromas of breakfast foods made his stomach growl. The grub here was always the best! When they entered the back room the immense tree filled the space. The room felt like personification of Christmas. The tree had been perfectly decorated, poinsettias were placed everywhere around the room, the smell of evergreens filled his nostrils and the sound of family, laughing and talking, made him feel immediately at home. An instant later he caught sight of Rachel. She looked as beautiful as ever but when she looked up and saw him her expression changed. At about the same instant Travis noticed the boy sitting at her feet. His spirit plummeted.

While Tracie handed the letter to her daughter, Brent crossed the room and greeted their guest.

"Travis! It's so good to see you!" He embraced the small boy and patted his back affectionately.

Despite the obvious awkwardness of the situation Travis beamed with pride knowing why Brent was so glad to see him. "Hi Mr. Kennedy."

"You made it. You made it the entire way. I'm so proud of you!"

"Thanks. I thought of your advice to 'just finish' so many times."

"And you did! And you need to know how proud I am of everything you've accomplished. I hope you are too."

Travis was about to answer but when he saw Rachel walking toward him he held his thought.

"Daddy I need to talk to Travis in the other room."

"Yes dear; whatever you want."

"Come with me Travis."

She walked purposely back through the kitchen, eventually stopping to face him just inside the living room.

"What in the world are you doing here?"

"Merry Christmas Rachel."

"Travis! This is so awkward! What are you doing here on Christmas morning? I mean, you didn't even call to let anyone know your intentions."

"What's going on? I thought you'd be glad to see me. Didn't you read Katie's note?"

"I sure did! Didn't you see the person sitting at my feet?" she countered.

"Yea; who is it?"

"His name is Derek and he is my slave Travis! That's who he is. And I sure didn't need you coming here on Christmas of all days to complicate things!"

He could tell she was getting worked up but her words felt like knives that slowly and expertly cut him down to nothing.. "You mean you found someone else?"

"How dare you put the blame on me, Travis! You walked out of here when I begged you to stay! Don't you dare pull that crap!"

"Yes Miss Rachel, I did." He answered softly. He couldn't even look at her now. It hurt that bad.

Looking at him she opened her hands. "What was I supposed to do? I wanted you. I wanted you to stay with me. I wanted you to come with me to college but no, you had to go on that crazy hike of yours. I even went all the way to Tianna's to get you but your bitch mistress wouldn't let me even see you! And remember this? You stopped writing me. You didn't even call me when I insisted you call! What was up with that?!"

Seeing her so livid he did what he could to defuse the explosive conversation. "I'm so sorry. I made a mistake by going to see her. I made a mistake by not getting back to you. She told not to write and I was too weak to disobey her. All of this was my fault."

"You bet it was!"

"God Rachel," he said now almost pleading, "So you're not going to take me back? You wanted me so bad and all of a sudden you feel like you can turn your back on me because you found someone else?"

"I can't take you back. I made a choice. Yes, I gave up on you and found Derek, and besides, he comes from money. He's rich."

It was the final straw. He knew he hadn't a prayer. He stood now openly weeping but Rachel would have nothing of it.

"Oh Travis, stop with the tears. Why is it you are always crying? I'm not changing my mind. You need to go. I'm not going to discuss this any longer." She pointed toward the front door.

"I'll be here Rachel. When he screws up, I'll be here. You know where to find me."

"If he screws up he's going to get his ass beat."

"I can't believe you!"

"Go!"

"Is everything OK Rachel," Tracie asked.

"Everything is fine Mom. Travis was just about to leave."

"And you are sure you're making the proper decision, Honey?"

"I'm positive; more positive now than ever."

"I'm sorry Travis but Rachel has made up her mind. You need to go." Tracie embraced the small boy warmly and kissed his forehead.

"Merry Christmas Mrs. Kennedy," he said almost whispering.

"You are the sweetest boy."

Rachel left Travis and her mother without saying another word.

"Are you going to go home?" Tracie asked.

"I guess so."

"Here then, take this. It's Christmas,"

Travis took the cash. She must of heard the conversation and knew what Rachel was about to decide. Mrs. Kennedy always had a special place in her heart for him.

"Thank you, Mrs. Kennedy. Thank you."

"Travis," she said walking him to the door. "You will make some girl an excellent slave. Never forget that. Never ever forget that."

"If you say so. It doesn't feel that way right now. I wanted to be Rachel's'."

"Personally I wish she hadn't been so impulsive with the boy she has but I need to let go. She's a young adult now and needs to make her own choices. Unfortunately it's not the best news for you, sweetie. I'm so sorry."

"Thank you Mrs. Kennedy. Thanks for everything. I'm hoping she will change her mind. I told her she knew where to find me."

The two said their goodbyes and parted. Travis headed back down the steps, not more than fifteen minutes after arriving. This Christmas sucked! It was almost worse than what he usually experienced at home. God it was far worse! He controlled his emotions for the few minutes it took to round the corner but as soon as he did he screamed as loud as he could in an effort to vent his frustrations. His cries went unanswered. No one was outside. No one heard him and if they had, they wouldn't have cared He was a nobody' a nobody from the poor section of town who had no business even being in this part of town.

Aimlessly wandering the back roads, he made his way to the waterfront where he strolled the roads and paths for the better part of an hour. Although the temperatures hovered in the teens, he remained immune to the cold. He was numb, not from the frigid temperatures but from another barrage of events that made no sense. Rather than the fear of being sent to The Farm he felt the pain of Rachel's rejection and in some respects Katie. They had both abandoned him and now here he was, back home and feeling completely alone. Reflecting on the irony of it all he sat. He owned nothing except for what he had stored in his pack. He had no phone, no job, no girl, limited cash and a bleak future.

After sitting on a bench facing gray-blue waters spotted with ice he moved on only because his shivering became uncontrollable. He didn't want to go anywhere. He wanted to sit here and freeze to death. Every part of him told him to not go home.

"I can't believe I'm doing this. I can't believe I'm going back there after leaving without telling him" he said aloud. "Dad is going to kill me."

But he had no other option. Home was his only choice. As he headed in the general direction of the shitty neighborhood he pulled the wad of bills from his pocked. Tracie had given him $250. It was yet another generous gift added to so many previous ones.

During his walk home he had one of those déjà vu moments. He was a mile from the old neighborhood when it came with such force he couldn't ignore it. He had been thinking about what he wanted in life. He didn't want to follow in his father's' footsteps. He wanted to make something out of himself. He wanted to be successful but more than anything, he wanted to serve a woman. He wanted to be owned. He thought of Bobby's comment. How true it was. Being alone when you know you are a submissive guy made you feel like you wanted to die. That was exactly how he felt now. He needed to be owned! He wanted that more than anything. He wanted to serve and he knew that would never ever happen if he kept going in the direction he was headed.

Pausing partway down the street, he made an about face and double-timed it back to a coffee shop he had passed a few blocks back. It was the only business open but it had exactly what he needed.

"Can I use that computer to write an email?"

"Knock yourself out kid," the lady said. "God boy, you look like you are freezing."

"I'm pretty cold."

"Then here, have some coffee. Sit down and warm up."

She handed him a large cup of steaming brew. "Thank you! And Merry Christmas."

Email from: Travis.ReynoldsDecember 25 2:36 PM

Hi Tianna. I hope you read this email today. I'm back in Bridgeport. I'll keep this short and sweet since I know you really don't care much for me. I get that now. I get it. Here's my question: Can you send me a phone number for The Farm? I want to go there. If I don't hear from you today I'll figure you don't have the number or don't want to give it to me.

Travis

Email from: Tianna.JohnsonDecember 25 3:02 PM

Hey Travis. What a nice surprise! Merry Christmas asshole! Sorry but I don't give out that number. But if you want to come see me we can talk about whatever interest you might have in The Farm.

Tianna

Email from: Travis.ReynoldsDecember 25 3:08 PM

OK. Then can you make arrangements with The Farm to pick me up so I can go to there? If so, I'll be at your place tomorrow morning.

Travis

Email from: Tianna.JohnsonDecember 25 3:28 PM

Done! See you tomorrow. It looks like I'm going to get some more money from my little slave. You're the boy that just keeps on giving! Haha

Tianna

Using Mrs. Kennedy's gift he took a cab to the train station. An hour later he was on his way south and by 9 PM was settled in the most expensive hotel he could afford in Lansdowne. Using the last of his money, he ordered room-service and sat alone watching TV until he could no longer stay awake. Getting to Tianna's bright and early was not his concern. Figuring there was no way anyone from The Farm would be traveling on Christmas it would be at least tomorrow evening before they arrived. And besides, it would be good for her to wait and worry a little about how serious he was. He knew she needed him now. Her desire for cash was her Achilles heel and it felt good thinking she might start worrying when he didn't show up at her doorstep bright and early; especially since he knew she had already called and committed another recruit to The Farm.

It wasn't until sunset on the following day that a pissed Tianna answered the door and about tore his shoulder off.

Pulling his arm hard she yanked him inside. "Where have you been slave?"

"I've been around. I knew they wouldn't come until at least now. I didn't want to just sit around and do nothing all day while waiting for them. Are they here yet?"

She stood steaming. Glaring at him for several seconds she brewed over what she should do with her boy-toy. Then as if letting whatever was bothering her go, she took a deep breath, sighed and smiled. What Travis didn't see was Chevonne. She had just appeared from around the corner.

"Travis, you should know by now, that slaves aren't permitted to wear clothes in this house."

He turned the moment he heard her self-righteous and cunning voice. Staring coldly back at her he said nothing.

Chevonne leaned against the door-jam with her arms crossed. Slowly he disrobed. Chevonne smiled triumphantly. Once he was naked she came around to inspect him.

"You haven't changed a bit."

"Has it been that long?" Travis asked.

"Not at all, but you still talk too much."

"I guess..."

"Not another word!" the older sister yelled.

"Tianna, get me the cream. He needs some."

Ti grabbed a tube from a nearby table and handed it to her. While Chevonne lubricated his cock and balls she watched the boy watching her. His confidence remained a few notches too high for her liking. He needed to be put in his place and oh she was looking forward to doing exactly that.

"So, did I hear you say you just hung out and left Tianna hanging around because you didn't think The Farm girls would show?"

Travis nodded.

"You're a smart boy. What mistress would want to make this drive on Christmas night or the day after?"

Travis shrugged.

"Well, I think we're ready. Are you sis?"

"Sure am." Tianna smiled coolly.

They guided Travis out and into the garage and opened the trunk. "Climb in boy. We're going for a ride."

Chevonne watched him climb in and closed the lid enough that she had complete leverage to slam it shut the final few inches whenever she wanted. Before locking it she spoke.

"Travis, can you hear me?"

No answer came from inside.

"Travis, you have my permission to speak."

"Yes, I can hear you."

"Are you comfortable in there?"

"Pretty much."

"Do you know where we're going to take you?"

"Probably to your house."

"Think further away. Think southwest," she said not trying to hide the laughter as she spoke.

"I don't know."

"C'mon, think 400 miles southwest."

There was a long silence. Eventually he asked more than stated, "The Farm?"

"You got it, you piece of shit. I hope you freeze your ass off in there. If you had gotten here in the morning you'd be at The Farm by now but since you wanted to be an asshole we're only driving partway. Do you know what that means?"

"No."

"It means we'll be sleeping in a nice warm hotel bed while you're stuck right inside there all night. You're going to freeze, you dumbass."

"You can't scare me. I want to go there," he answered from the dark interior.

"Let's see how you feel by the time we open this lid tomorrow afternoon."

"I'll be fine," he said defiantly.

"In a week, you'll be begging them to let you go home. You have no idea what they're going to do to you."

"I want to be a slave," he answered more adamantly.

"They are going to torture you!"

"I want to be a slave! I want to be a slave!" He yelled.

"Sure you do."

Chevonne pushed the lid shut and looked at her sister. From inside the trunk they could still hear Travis repeating the mantra that would become his life. "Let's drop this boy off so you can get your money and say goodbye to this piece of shit one final time."

...

Jordy labored outside in the bitter cold on the day after Christmas. It was the price he knew he had to pay for Mistress Mariko allowing him to lick her pussy the day before. Although she didn't explain why she specifically gave him this job, he understood. No one at The Farm ever got that close to Mariko. Why she permitted him, he didn't know but he found himself feeling grateful that she had.

The logs strewn some 100 yards behind the mansion were a mix of hardwoods and amounted to approximately a tri-axle load. He sawed for most of the day and plowed through almost ten of them. Sawing was the hard part. Splitting those suckers would be the easy part. The wood was dry and when it met the likes of Jordy's splitting maw it gave way with every downward plunge. Not calling it quits until almost ten that evening, he set the heavy maw down next to a pile of split wood. That pile would continue to grow during the next few days.

Jenny let him spend the day working. Although it was bitterly cold, Jordy reassured her whenever she came to see how he was doing that this was nothing like an Upstate New York cold.

"This is nothing Mistress. It actually makes the work easier. I'm hardly sweating."

"I know what you're saying but you worry me. Are you sure you have enough clothes on?"

"Plenty," he said grinning. "I love doing this. It's like being at home."

Jenny kept watch. Making sure he got enough to eat she made him stop every four hours for a food-break. She even assigned one of the other slaves to bring him water and snacks throughout the day. Jordy had reassured her he'd be finished on the 29th and from the look of what he had accomplished on his first day alone, there was no doubt he'd follow through on that promise. In reality, he had no choice. This had to be done.

Sometime during the afternoon of the following day he saw the oddest of sights. He had paused to down a large glass of water when he noticed four slaves carrying a naked recruit from a car parked beside the mansion back to one of the nearby holding sheds. He had never seen something like that in all his time here. Incoming slaves always arrived in trucks and those trucks were always backed up almost to one of the sheds. The slaves were unloaded by mistresses, not slaves, and they were urinated on before being forced into the small entrance.

Jordy had been there. He'd experienced that. Every slave had. It was a part of The Farm tradition.

"So why this? Why were they carrying this kid from a car?" He looked young. What concerned him was his demeanor. He wasn't moving and his color looked horrible. "Was he asleep? Unconscious? Drugged?" Jordy couldn't tell.

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