History of the Changelings Billy Barker, Zorn, Brad Jenkens by D.A.Sanford - HTML preview

Grange

Ginger and I are walking and just talking about everything and nothing. The nothing is the examining room that she wants but this one is on the third floor so I can give closer exams.

We’re walking and we hear moaning and growling coming from the brush that is off the trail. Coming up on the source, we find a biter. It looks really sick, emaciated, skin almost translucent, it did not even try to get up to attack us. Ginger looks at it from a safe distance. “Kill it.” Is all she says. She now can get closer. Seen enough. We back away.

She tells me that it must have eaten something that made it sick but it also may be the first indication of a further mutation. “When we get to Grange, I want to see all the canids first.” We now pick up the pace. She could sprint forward so I tell her that it

should be only a mile away. “You run as fast as you can. Get Jenny to set that up. This is urgent.”

She agrees and she goes. She can run really fast. I slow down. I want to make sure that I don’t run into any more sick ones. I did run across one biter but it was healthy, I killed it.

Finally, Grange came into view. Or should I say the walls of Grange came into view. It is obvious that it once was a rich persons land. Very high stone walls. There was a tower by the main gate. When the guard sees me, she has the gate opened.

Why does she look hungry. After I hear her say welcome, I then hear a comment that I am supposed to hear. “Boy, I hope I test clean of the parasites. Please go in”

There is Jenny. “I see that you made it back here. I’d like to meet your husband if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t but you won’t. When I made it back, he left word that he was going to explore and he would be back in a week. He is at camp grounds or at Daisy’s farm in the guest house.

I shiver at that thought. We’ll let that drop

“Did anyone find anything in the stream?”

“They went a mile and found nothing.”

“With that mutant biter, we really need to find out is the two are related. I killed another a mile back and that one acted normal. I hope that the sick biter ate some of the body but the parasites affected it differently. Either way, we need to find out. That is why I need three canids. Their tracking abilities excel.”

Michelle and two others are the first out. Ginger sticks her head out and tells us no mutation no parasites. Jenny tells me, here are your three. I tell them that we, hopefully, are looking for a body that has been chewed on. We start with the portion of the stream that is in Grange.

“I tell you what. If we find what we are looking for, and there is still enough time, we will have some fun in the sun. I’m sure Michelle told you about our relax day.”

“She sure did” and then their shirts were gone. Tied around those thin well formed hips.

They too had perfect hand full tits. Around the two mile mark, all three tell me that something is close. We come around the corner and find a partially eaten man. His legs are in the water. From the looks of him, most of his body showed signs of being in the water.

“We need something to lift a leg without touching the body. I will loop a rope round the leg and then we drag it far from the water.” They bring back two good branches. A thick

one for lifting and a thinner one to put the rope loop on the leg. Everything went perfect.

No one touched the water and no one touched the body.

“Job done and it is only mid day. We need to go more up stream and find a place to wash off just in case.”

We make it back and they said to Jenny and Ginger. “We had to go further than expected.” And then they ran off. I look at the both “We found a partially eaten around two miles up stream. Got it far away and then needed to go a little farther to find clean water to wash ourselves. Never know.”

They burst out laughing

“I believe the sick biter was the one that ate the body. Now that the body is removed. I would do the boiling for every water use for another couple of weeks.” Ginger tells Jenny in two weeks, after the five are examined, Billy and I will come back with them and run another check. Everyone should be clean but keep an eye out for anyone directly drinking water.”

“Burn your shit pits. They are breeding grounds. Ginger will know because, for the next two months, anyone coming from Grange will be required to be tested. If we still find parasites. We will no longer support Grange.”

“I understand the urgency.” Jenny answers. “New sewage pits will be started tomorrow and the old ones, including the out houses themselves will be burned. We want good relations with Cross Roads. All your suggestions will be followed. There will be a dry spell but at least the distilled is good.”

“Now, the formalities are done, lets go inside my home and get a supper. Fresh made.

Greens were washed in cooled boiled water. Sorry we now are rationing vinegar.

Weapons take priority.”

Returning to Daisy’s

Time has gone by since the fiasco of our first visit to the farm. Daisy has visited many times since and our differences have been put aside. I have allowed her to bring a few of her ladies with her on the visits.

Each of my wives have their own third floor theme room. That does not mean that others are excluded, it means that it is their personal preference. Al of the flock enjoy different moods at different times. They often want another’s room. Usual y the whole flock participates as the one that it is her night is the subject of that rooms theme.

There is the Ann room. That is for times someone wants to be controlled. Blaze’s room is for treating the flock leader to offerings of appreciation. Gingers room is an examination room for closer investigations. Betsey’s room is the winter snake pile. That room needs just a little explanation.

Snakes are cold blooded. There are certain snakes that wil gather together during the cold periods. When you look at them, all you see is a slow writhing mass of snakes. You are not able to distinguish where one ends and another begins. That is all you should need to get the picture.

When Daisy comes here she wil pick different rooms but her favorite is the Ann room. I have found that most of the people in charge of a group, want to step out of that role and into a

subservient situation. If only for a night, they can be out of control by being controlled. There are many times that she wants to be strapped to those eyelets that are exposed to the rear window and taken like a captive. Al know that this happens, she knows what wil happen, on that night, people wil gather in our back yard and watch the show. Her favorite is blind folded and facing the window.

Mornings after, she likes the compliments she gets from our people. Daisy knows exactly how relaxed we are here, so she can enjoy the thoughts of the night with every compliment she gets.

After one of her visits, it is Blaze that broaches the elephant in the room. Why haven’t I gone back to the farm. At a flock meeting, she suggests that it is time to go there.

“You need to go back and visit Daisy at the farm. This time you know that we are asking you if you want to. We wil stay here, guarded by the community. Go and relax. We would like to have you go to her guest room. She has been entertained here. It’s time to reciprocate.”

“I’d like to go with you,” Ginger asks. “I want to give examinations to those who have not come here. This way you won’t be alone. I wil , with your permission, stay in the main house.”

She reminds me of Grange and the search with Michel e and her friends. “You have gone solo since then.”

“That was only with one or all your permissions. When it comes to our encounters, mutual respect.” I remind them.

Even Blaze shakes her head. I know that I’m missing their point, when, even my Blaze is disappointed. “That is exactly what we are giving you, permission!” Then she looks at her flock sisters. “How can someone so capable be so oblivious to a point.”

Knowing what she is saying, I decide to play, so I just say “What?”

They have all suddenly changed species. Now they are acting like nagas. They are all hissing at me. “Okay, okay. I get it. Ginger, when are we going?”

My flock, I love them all but I know when to take a hint. Ann holds up my backpack as Ginger goes for the door. It is morning, so I guess they want me gone. I kiss each one then say that I think there is enough of the day to get a good start. I run out the door. I do tell them that they need to pick up those things they threw at me.

It is a pleasant walk. Daisy has clearly marked out the hides along the way with cairns. Each are spaced at a normal walking pace of four hours. That way, no matter when you start, you can be safe before twilight. She has put a lot of effort in making the journey to and from Cross Roads safe. I need to especially thank her.

I must say that if you did not know a hide was there, you would miss it. Just because it is not in common sight doesn’t mean that it may or may not be occupied. We stil must be cautious.

Look for tracks, signs that mutants may be in there.

We stopped to inspect each we pass. The second was the one that we stopped at to stay for the night. The hide is stocked for a few days stay but it is also understood that you replace with your traveling supplies.

It was the next day that the third one was occupied. Al signs pointed to a night stalker. We threw in a bottle and heard spoken words. “Oh god this stinks! Who the hel is responsible for this. I’m coming out.”

Coughing and holding her nose, out came a felid. “Why would you ever do that to someone?”

I look at her. “It’s mid day. Why are you stil in the hide? We have the method of culling mutants that involves driving them out with the smell. The prints out here showed night stalker. Vinegar drives them out and the sunlight causes them to curl up. We then kil them. I am sorry to chase you out like that but we have to err on the side of caution. In the future, if you don’t want to be kil ed, put the red ribbon on the outside.”

I point to the hook.

“What red ribbon?” she asks.

I hold my breath and duck in to get it from the hook inside.

She did not even notice and says that in the future, she wil do just that and when she leaves, she wil return it to the inside.

After all that is settled down, I final y introduce us.

“I’m Bil y Barker and this is Ginger. We are from Crossroads.”

She tells us that she is Reva from camp grounds.

“I have heard about Cross Roads. You are the person who runs the place, aren’t you and is this the healer? I invite you to come to the camp grounds. Ginger, my people could use a look over by you. We have a few elderly there. Aches and pains. By the way, I am the mayor there.”

We talk a little then say that we need to get to the next hide. She asks where we are going. I tell her that we are going to Daisy’s.

“I am headed there also. Can I come along. Safety in numbers”

So, we agree to travel with her. After a few hours, there is a growl coming from the bushes.

Reva is ready to run. I take out a bottle and it covers the biter as it comes out. It falls and I put it down. Reva is stunned. Ginger looks at her and says

“He told you that it was simple. With a stalker, they come out and we kill them.”

On the way, Reva asks us if the rumors are true. “I hear that you have a harem and you have rooms in your home for various group activities. Is that true?”

“Yes,” I say,” but first of al , it’s is not a harem. It is my flock. My first wife if a harpy. She is the one that started to call me her flock leader. We have those rooms and yes we have different themes for each room. Why don’t you visit some time. We al ow one or two extras to come with you. You must be open to it, but know this, no men. My flock is alright with participating with other women. They quite enjoy it. They however have vowed never to take on another man.

That would upset the harmony we enjoy.”

I can see that Ginger is already eyeing her. There, most likely be some trying out the services at the night hide. Ginger is already unbuttoning. Then she adds.

“Be prepared, we sometimes declare a day to relax. A random good day to just be a child and dance.”

Now her shirt is off and she was not wearing a bra. That is not unusual now a days.

“We have no rule on nudity on any day with the exception that everyone’s interactions must be mutual. If you are caught, man or woman, forcing yourself on someone, you are gone and I mean that we do not look over our shoulders, if you get the inference.”

I tell her that both Grange and Daisy’s have come over. “I have a felid that was only looked on as a leader. Fierce in battle but she is my little girl in her room. Daisy likes that room and I bet you would like it also.”

Now I take off my shirt.

It is starting to have the sky turn to shades of violet and gray by the time we hit the next hide. I point out that there is no ribbon but, more important, there are no tracks in the dirt or things that look disturbed. I stil approach with both caution and vinegar. I find that it is unoccupied and we all go in.

Reva sees the ribbon this time and put’s it out. I go outside and brush our tracks away. With the rocks in the hide, I make my usual rock slide entrance cover.

“That’s what those rocks are for.” Reba says. “I thought they were for a fire pit.”

I pul out my camp stove, “You can use some of them for a camp fire but I have had this since this world started to go to shit. I prefer to use this, less smoke.”

Using my supplies, I cook up a soup. For whatever reason, I always like soup when traveling. It is satisfying. To me it is a comfort food. The few things that I remember of life before, I remember my mother making soup. Soup in the dim light of the hide with my wife adds to the flavor.

Starting to settle in for the night. I tell Reva that we like to fool around before we sleep. It was Ginger who told her that she could join in if she wanted but she wanted to cast a heal on her just for our own peace of mind.

“Even if you do not want to join, heal wil be beneficial. I did notice that you have a slight limp. I’l cast it over that leg and that is where it wil start.” Ginger does it and Reva moans a little then is amazed.

“I have had problems with that ankle for a long time. Now it feels like it never had a problem.”

She hugs Ginger and kisses her. Ginger took it further. She broke the kiss. Looking into Reva’s eyes, she asks if Reva wanted to do this. Reva just smiled.

“Master, may I have your permission to entertain you?”

Reva, like my Ann and Daisy, have to carry the fate of those who they care for. I also have that load, but to me it is a load shared with my women. Sometimes, like now, one or more takes over and let me have a release. Ann surrendered that position to me. Daisy comes over and allows the flock to have their way with her. We now can read them. Both Ginger and myself see that look in Reva.

In the morning, Reva is very sore and very happy when she tells me that she wants to try out some or all of the rooms.

“I don’t want to be in your flock but I want to be able to be dominated by al of your flock. At times, I need to be out of control and last night was what was needed.

Plowing at Daisy’s farm

We left the hide. It was a grueling waddle to the farm but mercifully it was only a few hours left from the hide. As we came into view, Daisy comes running with most of her girls.

One look at Reva and Daisy started to laugh. She says, “This looks like she will love the Ann room.” She has two of her ladies carry a thankful Reva to the main house and get her into the tub to soak.

The three of us sit and Daisy tentatively broaches the subject.

“Does this mean what I hope I think it is?”

“My flock has asked my opinion and given me express permission”

Ginger stops me and says, “We told him and he had to be hit in the head to make the blocks to fall into the holes. He now has the understanding that he is to have fun here.

He now understands that I will be staying here in the main house and he will be in the guest house.”

“The one thing.” I tell her, “Is please don’t have them line up. I need to sleep, so have them on a schedule. I will be here for a week. I can do six a night. Now those six can be individually or they can team up. That is up to them. I would like to see the ones that have been to my rooms to be in the last so that the ones who haven’t get a chance.”

Daisy is delighted. She calls them all together and explains to them what was going to happen. They had to have had discussions about this because I heard her say,

“Other than the ones clearing the brush, o hell, no clearing brush. Once you get done with the feeding and milking, we will have a Cross Roads relax day.”.

Daisy strips down and then undressed me. In just a short time, all the clothes were in cubby holes that appear to have been made just for this. I need to make them for our home.

Ginger starts her examinations as a stunned Reva comes out of the main house to a sea of naked. She hesitates but then strips down.

All the women come to me, not in a line but one by one. They embrace me and give me a kiss. By the momentary time that the first embraced me, I was erect. They all cheered.

The first was one of the ones who did not come to our home After she broke the embrace, a few women grabbed her and took her to an area that had a barn with a open porch like structure. There she was strapped spread eagle with leather.

Daisy now speaks, “The first time Billy was here, I over stepped my boundaries. As Billy was running out, this one spoke rudely to him. It is now time for her to do penitence as I have in his room many times since.”

She obviously related the Ann room story about being watched by the community while being taken advantage of. I am led over to the helpless woman. I am shown that where she is strapped to is an open beam table. At the hands there is a beam that is attached to a swivel. The table, for lack of a better term, is a squared off A. The arms and legs are spread. Other than the swivel cross bar, there is another one mid stomach. They have made it so it can be rotated so she is head down and feet up, horizontal and heads up.

“Billy, this one has asked, of her own free will to be dominated by you and will be your personal servant for your stay here. She will be your toy. First, just like a wild mare, she needs to be broken in. We always watch as a mare is broken.”

I walk up to her. As I go , I get hugs and kisses from the rest. I have fun with the grope fest. Each wants to hold my piston but only hold it. I can see that they want more but don’t push it. They know that, this time all will be satisfied.

The table is interesting. As I inspect the swivel area, I lean closely. In a whisper she says, meatloaf. Then starts to fain panic.

“Please don’t rape me. Unhook me from your torture table.”

I tell her that I will break her to be my gentle ride.

“Like hell I will! You let me loose.” She raves.

There hanging by a loop is a riding crop. I tilt her ass up and take the crop, I hit her ass with it. She makes a snide remark that it was nothing. “You’ll need to hit harder if you even can.”

I hear from the crowd “Mark her. Tame the mare.”

Daisy comes up to me and whispers in my ear. “She really want at least two scars on each cheek to prove that she is your servant anytime you are here. There are three others, from the third floor that want the same. This one wants to go to the third floor. All four want you to tell the flock that this is their sign that they really want to be abused by your women and you. The other three want to get their marks when they come to you.”

“Chelse you are going to regret your defiance”

She spits then says, “You ain’t got it in you.”

I whack her again and again. Then I used full force. I hit her diagonally from leg side to the top of her cheek. There is blood. She screams, almost with sheer delight, “That’s one.” As she pisses.

I continue. “You think this is a joke?” I walk over to the other side. A couple of hits on that cheek and then I hit. This time twice. Once to the same cheek I hit but this time I made it an X. then with the next hit I struck the other cheek.

“Oh gods, I needed this. Dominate me totally. Scar my ass as much as you would like. I want my mistresses at your home to know that I am a play toy for all your use. More for my sake more.”

I hit a few more but only completed the final X.

There was some alcohol there and I poured it on the bloody areas. She again screamed with ultimate pleasure “Yes” and then fainted.

I had them loose her from the table and asked them to look after her. There were a few that said that they would like to try that but did not want me to draw blood. I told them maybe later but one a day is all I could do today.

That actually took a lot out of me. I have to say that, even though it was exactly what she wanted and she never said meatloaf, I’m going to make it known that spanking is the furthest I am going to go. It is too easy to go too far.

What a way to start a visit.

I catch up with Daisy and Ginger. Daisy proudly shows me her farm. I will say that they do a fantastic job. They have acres of land where they grow their vegetables. Pasture land for the livestock. They actually have a good life.

None of them are afraid of work, that’s why they are always looking for ways to relax.

Again though, I have to draw lines on the really exotic things. That’s is what the third floor is for. Here I will cater to their whims but within reason.

As for the other three that wanted to be dominated by the flock, I feel that my wives will be discussing that vary subject when they get Ginger’s report at the flock wives meeting. I know they will be inventive with the marking. I feel that I may have to step in.

The women, being farm workers, may try to get my flock to brand them.

I may suggest the old way of tattooing. Ink and a needle through a board. Mark with the ink and while the ink is wet. Tap the board just enough for the needle to prick the skin.

What am I thinking! I am glad that I have them to keep me in check.

Ginger finishes her examinations. There are a few small issues with a few of the women that she wants to have come to Cross Roads next visit. I do believe that it is for other reasons but I won’t judge.

Over the days that we were there, I met with all of Daisy’s farmhands. On the first night, Reva joined, Ginger on the second and Daisy on the third. They each played a role in the entertaining of the farm ladies. It was enjoyable because it was not forced in any way on both sides.

All were satisfied but then it was time to go home.

Reva is going to go back with us but will break off to her home with the promise that we will visit her home and she will visit ours. It was an enjoyable stay but it was good to be going home. I truly miss my flock

I love them all for themselves but my Blaze. She is my first.

Ginger and I stop at the cave that has the hot spring in it. We have set it up as our hide.

We spent an enjoyable night there. I thanked Ginger that night. The next day we were home.

Now, all together, my wives met with Ginger but had me there at the end to say that they would mark the three but were really anxious to see the marks I made on Chelse. They were disappointed when I shot down the branding irons.

Little did I expect that when the first of the three came to us, she brought along a branding iron that she had made at the farm. It had just F T on it. When I asked, I was told that it was Flock Toy. My wives insisted that it was her wish. Ginger said that she could heal it instantly but the woman insisted that Ginger could do that but only after our session was done.

Why did I see Daisy ogling the iron?

I really wonder about this but there is a part of me that keeps saying that it is their wish.

Naked and tied standing up in full view of the window, it was my wives that branded the first two of what would be many walking around with F T on their ass. They were all healed and wore it as a badge of honor.

On warn summer relax days, there are quite a few single women in Cross Roads and other settlements that proudly show their mark. All do not want to be in the flock but want to be controlled by the women of the flock. It is a signal that on those days, my wives will grab one or two of the marks, affix collars on them and lead them to the third floor. On those days, I will stay outside and listen to the music.

Those women come out, all have a very relaxed look to them.

Sometimes one will come over to a wife, whisper to that wife and a collar would be put on her and the leash would be handed to me. I would be told what room to take the toy to and that I would be solo.

During the cold winter days, they come to visit. I have told my wives that they should take each a toy and go to their room and enjoy the whole day. I need a break once in a while.

We have rooms with those heat vents in each. It is erotic when I sit in various second floor rooms and just listen. They are first asked what they would like their session to be like. Most are more insistent than I would expect on being ordered and played with.

Sitting there, under the room, listening, it is very hard not to go and watch but listening, I have a very good imagination. Sometimes, listening, I will let my hand go along with what I hear. Slow and long. Making sure that I am under those vents. My wives see me below and step up the verbal.

Most of the times, I will leave them alone and leave the house. They will tell me in great detail what was done and said. On some of those occasions, Blaze will ask me to show them what I do when listening. Why not. They need a show some times and I will entertain their wish.

I am being constantly thanked, by the branded, for allowing them to live out their fantasies with my wives. My wives all show their appreciation to me in their own way.

I did shoot Blaze down when she asked if she could get a FLT iron made.