Chloe was led through the great hall of Castle Belsoie, so that the visiting lords and ladies, as well as the servants could get a glimpse of Lord Thayer's most recent acquisition.

With Damien's whip urging her along, she bounded eagerly up the grand staircase, nipples adance, causing a titter of laughter from those gathered on the floor below. She flushed with embarrassment, but Damien's arm gave her no time to pause. The lash flicked painfully at her buttocks as they made their way down the hall of the west wing. At the end of the corridor, two naked sylphs flanked the set of arched double doors leading into the master's private chambers. The doors were opened at Chloe's approach, the page following behind, and then as quietly closed again as they entered the inner sanctum of Lord Thayer's bedchamber.

As Damien directed her to stand in the center of the room, Chloe's bare toes curled and uncurled in the plush threads of the Persian carpet which covered the marble floor. In the courtyard, Damien had divested her of all her trappings except for the jeweled belly chain. She was tall and slender of stature, her figure offset by the overlarge breasts, nipples thrust out impudently.

Chloe was as excited and eager to be mounted as her four-legged counterpart, and as equally aroused. She was impatient for his lordship and glanced about the huge room for any sign of his presence.

Glancing askance at her, Damien chuckled as he went about the room, closing the velvet draperies, lighting the wall sconces, which caused the shadows to jump back into their corners, wavering there expectantly, as if they were aware of what would soon take place in this very room.

"Do not worry. He'll be here soon, ye horny wench!" With the candles lit, he turned back to her. "Climb onto the bed and raise yourself on your hands and knees. His lordship likes his women that way. It pleases him to find 'em ready and waiting for him on all fours, the way a proper mare should wait for her stallion."

Chloe hurried to the bed, scrambling atop it in case Lord Thayer should take that moment to make his entrance and not find her in the desired position. Raising herself up on her arms and legs, her body trembled with suppressed fear and excitement. She listened to Damien moving about the room behind her, putting things in order.

Lord Thayer's bed dominated the room, an immense canopied creation with a thick post flanking each corner of the bed. On each post were carved intricate nude figures engaged in various kinds of sexual play among carved leaves and grapevines. Sheer curtains were drawn back and attached to gold hooks in the walls, so that they could be released easily, to quickly surround the bed in a cocoon of semi-privacy if desired.

There were paintings framed in gold-leaf placed strategically on the walls. All were of female nudes displaying their charms in various erotic poses, touching themselves, touching each other. One portrait depicted a young female being nuzzled between the legs by a fiercesome, black destrier. Another painting showed two young nymphs frolicking in the woods, one mythical female peeking out from behind a tree as she playfully pinched the nipple of the little wood sprite who was looking around the trunk of the tree in the opposite direction, her ample buttocks directed provocatively at the viewer. There was even a portrait of the famed Lady Godiva, nude, her long, long hair fanning out behind her, veiling the flanks of the her horse like a shimmering, golden skirt, as she sat proudly astride her prancing steed, her tip-tilted breasts enough to entice any man.

Damien approached the bed, a small goblet of wine in his hand. "Drink this." He offered. " 'Twill help relax you until he arrives." He pressed the cup to her lips, holding it for her as Chloe sipped at the draught. "Lord Thayer has asked me to have you ready for him before he retires for the night." Damien informed her. "If you do not cooperate and let me do what needs to be done, to prepare you for his lordship, I'll have to report your misbehavior to Lord Thayer and it will go hard for you." He set the empty goblet aside, before turning back to her. "Do you understand?"

Chloe nodded, too aroused by the impending event to care about Damien's warnings or what his preparations might entail. The page moved to pat her rump affectionately. "For now, you may rest fully upon the bed. Remain on your stomach, until I require you on your back."

Gratefully, she complied. It might be a long while before Lord Thayer put in an appearance and she needed to ease the stiffness in her limbs. Damien poured oil from a jeweled bottle into the palm of his hand. Briskly, he rubbed his palms together to warm the oil before applying it to her back, giving her a deep, relaxing massage. His large hands felt wonderful on her body. Chloe sighed with pleasure, burrowing deeper into the softness of the fur coverlet. He took great care in massaging her buttocks, smoothing the oil into the criss-cross pattern of welts. He massaged each of her legs down to the very tips of her toes. Chloe struggled hard not to wriggle and squeal. The soles of her feet had always been sensitive to another's touch. When he finished, Damien ordered her to turn over, pouring more of the oil into his hand and began to massage her full breasts, kneading and squeezing them gently, plucking at the distended nipples mercilessly, grinning down at her in amusement as he made Chloe writhe beneath his touch. He oiled her flat belly, fingering her navel, then skimming down her thighs, her legs, before he touched the area between her thighs, deliberately avoiding her engorged her clitoris.

When he was finished, Damien bade her to roll over onto her stomach once more and to prop herself up on all fours. Chloe did so, with great effort. Her body felt languorous, lazy from his ministrations, and every move she made was done with heavy-limbed reluctance. Behind her, Damien opened a drawer. She heard the scrape of a lid being removed from a glass jar. For some unexplainable reason, that small sound frightened her a little. Chloe shivered. She felt, rather than saw, Damien glance at her from across the room.

"There is nothing to be afraid of." He told her, his voice soothing, reassuring. "You need to let your muscles relax. You are going to feel very, very good in a few moments." Damien moved toward the bed, standing directly behind her, the curve of her buttocks facing him. "Lower the upper half of your body to the bed. Raise your buttocks as high as you can." He instructed. "And spread your legs wide so that I may have better access to you."

Chloe did as he requested, swallowing hard, her throat suddenly dry, as a finger of fear coursed down her spine. Damien's sharp eyes took in the sudden tensing of her body. "This will not take long. His lordship should be here in a little while." He paused, and then, "You want to please him, Chloe." He stated, frowning down at her. "If you do not, he will put you in the paddock with the common mares, and you are far too good for that. So, do as you are told and relax."

As Chloe sought to obey, Damien coated his fingers well with a cream from the jar he had opened. Then, with the fingers of one hand prying her apart, holding the cheeks of her buttocks open to expose the tight, puckered anus, Chloe sucked in a breath as Damien's finger entered her without warning. Her anal muscles rejected the invasion, closing around the offending finger, trying to push him out, but Damien was unrelenting.

"Loosen those muscles, Chloe. If you do not, I will force it open, and that will hurt much worse."

Very gradually, as her fear and rigidness slowly abated, she began to relax under his capable hands. Damien meant what he had said. It took some time before she was fully able to relent and let him go about his business, but he was as good as his word, and did not remove his finger from within her, pushing in slowly, giving her body time to adjust to the feel of him. He worked his well-coated finger up into her, swabbing the cream inside the tight orifice, then placed a second finger inside her to join with the first. She felt herself opening up, widening to accommodate him, and she groaned in spite of herself.

"Ah, now, that's not so bad is it?" Damien asked, his voice soothing as he continued his work. "His lordship is going to feel several times larger than this. You are doing very well, love. I think the wine I gave you is beginning to take effect. I put just a pinch of a nice, little powder in your drink that is going to make this lovely venus mound of yours crave intercourse with his lordship even more intensely than what you are feeling now. And this cream I'm applying?" he informed her as he splayed his fingers deep within her, widening her passage, "It contains a special ingredient that gives your arousal an erotic edge, to make for a fuller, richer experience. You should be starting to feel something right about now."

And indeed, she was! The lotion had been placed deep inside her anus, the lovely feeling it was creating beginning to spiral out in warm, delicious waves, as the tiny muscles of her anal mouth opened and closed upon his fingers of their own accord. Her hips began to gyrate slightly, rocking back and forth in an effort to gain fulfillment and release.

"See?" Damien said, pleased that his hard work was rewarded. "Do not get too carried away." He warned with a soft chuckle. "His lordship will have both our hides if you reach orgasm before he is ready for you to achieve it." He slid his fingers neatly out of her, her anal muscles twitching and opening convulsively on the phantom feel of his fingers.

Damien crossed the room to wash his hands in a bowl atop a small table. Then he came back to her to add his finishing touches. With a small daub of cream on his fingertip, he applied it gently and sparingly to her clitoris. He stepped around the side of the massive bed and asked Chloe to raise herself up on her arms for a moment, applying more of the wicked cream to the tips of her breasts. Her nipples instantly hardened in response to the stimulus, aching as if they were back in the clamps again. After instructing her to lay back down upon the bed and to keep her rump raised, Damien told her he was going to let the cream do its work on her, that she was to keep still and enjoy it until his lordship arrived.

The massage Damien had given her, together with the wine slowly infusing her veins and the devilish cream applied to the various sensitive points of her body, had Chloe succumbing to the wondrous feelings stealing through her. She reveled in the softness of the fur throw upon which she lay, the fur tickling her breasts, rubbing softly at her nipples. Damien stoked the fire in the massive hearth and she felt the heat of it reach across the room to caress her backside. Her eyes grew heavy as she snuggled down into the fur, careful to remember to keep her buttocks raised high, lest Damien find reason to chastise her.

Her eyes had very nearly closed in sleep when the door to the bedchamber opened and Lord Thayer entered, the two nubile females posted at the entrance to his room closing the doors silently behind him. He gave a cursory glance at Chloe on the bed, then strode to the heavy, ornately carved chair before the fireplace.

"Wine, Damien." Thayer ordered as he seated himself.

"Yes, yer lordship." Damien poured a healthy goblet of wine, proffering it to his master, who took it without looking at his young page. Damien stood slightly behind and to the side of his master's chair, awaiting further orders. Thayer stared with contemplation into the leaping flames deep in the hearth, while negligently sipping his wine.

A courier had arrived earlier in the day, bearing a message from Lord Malcolm, placing the small, gold key in his palm, which he had instantly recognized. Quickly discarding the ribbon from the vellum scroll, Thayer had read the message in Lord Malcolm's familiar handwriting, informing him that his orders regarding Xaviera had been followed and she now wore the chastity belt. His daughter, Lord Malcolm took pains to inform him, had fought against it at first, but now appeared quite docile and content within the confines of the belt.

Further, the elderly lord had written, she was looking forward to her betrothed's return and their subsequent marriage in six months time.

Lord Thayer was pleased with the news and now he looked forward to a pleasant evening in which to "break in" his newest mare.

"She is ready?" Thayer asked without turning his attention from the dancing flames.

"Yes, yer lordship. Just as you ordered."

"Well done, Damien." Thayer praised him, before draining his goblet of the last of the wine.

Damien was quick to retrieve the goblet from his master's hand. With a negligent gesture, Thayer indicated to his page to assist him in removing his boots. When he had done so, Thayer rose from the chair, drawing his shirt swiftly over his head, throwing it carelessly over the arm of the chair. The light of the flames caressed his darkly tanned torso. He reached a hand to the laces of his braies and, without glancing at Damien, ordered, "Bring the cream." Damien hurried to do his master's bidding, casting a wary look at Chloe upon the bed as he passed. He was relieved to find that she had not fallen asleep. Her eyes were open, sparkling in eager anticipation, her derrier raised in the required position. When the page returned to his master's side, Thayer stood before the blazing hearth, unashamedly nude, his powerful physique commanding the room, his cock standing at attention. Damien noticed that about his lordship's neck was a small, gold key on a gold chain, and he thought it unusual, in that Lord Thayer did not like to wear any sort of jewelry, save for the ring which graced the forefinger of one hand, with his lordship's family crest emblazoned upon the onyx surface. Now, placing his hands upon his hips, Thayer nodded at Damien to proceed.

The young page opened the jar and gathering a generous amount of the cream on his fingers, began to coat his master's penis and scrotum thickly. Damien had done this many times before when Lord Thayer had had other mares brought to his private chambers. He was well-acquainted with Lord Thayer's appetite for women. His lordship was well-endowed, more so than most men. Sporting a large, thick cock and balls, it was no wonder all the females pranced and preened before him whenever he was near to gain his attention! His lordship was a handsome man, with the sexual prowess of a bull. Damien had known him to take more than one of his mares in a single night, two or three at a time even, on most occasions!

Through heavy-lidded eyes, Lord Thayer watched as Damien creamed him well, the cream making his manhood feel heavy between his legs. He threw back his head, thrusting his hips forward, the cream beginning to do its work on him, and a deep grunt of pleasurable satisfaction erupted from him.

"All finished, yer lordship." Damien informed him, sitting back on his heels.

Thayer sighed again, brought his head forward to glance at the female waiting on the bed. He was more than ready to mount her.

"Go sit in your corner until I have further need of you." He ordered his page.

Damien capped the jar and getting to his feet, disappeared into a shadowed recess of the room.

Thayer walked slowly, deliberately toward the bed, his cock jutting out proudly in front of him. He approached Chloe from behind, saw the white flesh of her lovely rump quiver ever so slightly in anticipation of his mounting. Damien had positioned her quite near the edge of the huge, expansive bed, so that Thayer would be able to take her with his feet firmly planted on the floor, as was his wont with the mares he mounted for the first time.

He placed his hands on the cheeks of her buttocks, kneading gently, peeling her apart like a ripe fruit he was eager to devour. He pushed the head of his penis into her tight orifice, the cream Damien had applied to both of them making his entry easy. Slowly, he slid his full length into her. Chloe gasped, emitting a groan from deep within her being as she felt the thickness of his cock opening her, widening her. Thayer impaled her on himself, the pressure of him filling her was so completely exquisite, her body trembled as it adjusted to accepting him inside her.

Thayer held himself still within her, feeling the tiny muscles cramp and contract around him. He braced his legs in a wide stance, his knees resting against the side of the bed. His arms went around her slim waist and he spoke to her for the first time since entering his bedchamber. "Raise up, Chloe. Lean back against me as I take you."

Still impaled upon him, Chloe raised up onto her knees, leaning back against his chest, the soft matted hair tickling the sensitive flesh of her back.

"Raise your arms and put them about my neck." He instructed. Her arms came up, her hands reaching around behind his neck, fingers curling into the crisp, blue-black hair at his nape. Her large breasts were thrown forward provocatively and his hands enclosed them, squeezing the soft globes, pinching the pink nipples. He began to move within her at long last. The palms of his hands trailing down the front of her body to hold her hips firmly as he slid the length of his cock out of her, then plunging deeply in one, hard thrust. The muscles of his buttocks clenched and unclenched with each thrust and withdrawal, his legs tensing, then relaxing in their wide-spread stance as he ground himself between her tight, little buttocks, her moans of pleasure urging him on.

Thayer let his fingers slip down between her legs, searching for the engorged clitoris blossoming from its soft shell. It quivered delicately at his fingertips and Chloe gasped and shuddered, her hips rocking back against him to meet his thrusts, then pushed forward to keep in contact with his questing fingers. Lord Thayer drove her to a frenzy as his fingers teased her, bringing her just to the precipice of orgasm, leaving her trembling there. He withdrew his fingers from her, heard her instinctive groan of disappointment. Thayer smiled against her throat as he nuzzled her, reveling in the feel of her lush body that was so hungry for him. His hands once again encircled her waist. His own climax was near and he thrust deep . . . . .deeper. . . . .more deeply still. . . . .until he felt it, the welcome release of his orgasm, the hot semen flowing from him as he pressed himself tightly against her buttocks, the weight of his body collapsing her atop the fur coverlet, his own body, still connected to hers, following her down to lay on top of her, the delicious spasms coursing through him.

Thayer withdrew from her and he motioned Damien forward. The page plumped up the pillows at the head of the bed so that his lordship could lean back against them.

"Bring a fresh bowl of water and a clean cloth." Thayer ordered, leaning back against the plush cushions watching Chloe, who lay on her back at the foot of the bed, hips arching involuntarily, her hands stroking down her body, but not touching herself between her legs, as that was expressly forbidden by him unless he desired it. Thayer sympathized with Chloe's unfulfilled need. Poor little one. It was harder for the newer mares to learn that his needs came even before their own. That in sacrificing their needs and desires to his lordship's ultimate sexual fulfillment and satisfaction, was, in the end, to complete themselves. To satisfy his own deep hungers and wants, submitting herself totally to him, should be a mare's only purpose, her one desire, as long as she resided at Belsoie.

"Come, Chloe." Lord Thayer motioned for her to join him at the head of the bed.

Slowly, reluctantly, her body suffering the torments of unrelieved passion, she moved to snuggle under his arm, her body shivering uncontrollably against his side. Damien approached the bed with the bowl of water and a cloth. He set the bowl on a table near the bed, sopped the cloth in the water, wringing it out carefully.

"Cleanse us, Damien, so that I may take Chloe again." Thayer smiled down at her as she gazed up at him from the crook of his arm, eyes tortured in her lovely face, her clitoris throbbing between her nether lips. His fingers gently cupping her chin, Thayer raised her lips to his, kissing her passionately as Damien washed first his master, then Chloe between their thighs. When he had completed his task, Lord Thayer ordered , his lips hovering mere inches above Chloe's moist, pouting mouth, "Back to your corner, Damien." And with a slight bow, the page retreated. Lord Thayer amused himself by playing with her, arousing her even more, letting his hands roam at will over her body as she continued to gaze up at him, struggling to control the very needs he was creating within her. His strong hands caressed her shapely buttocks, lingered at the apex of her thighs, fingertips teasing her where the pubic hair had been removed, but deliberately avoiding the swollen little nub, now a dark red. His hand cupped her breast and he brought it to his mouth, suckling the large nipple, his hard teeth nibbling at her, making her gasp and squirm in both pleasure and pain.

Abruptly, he put her away from him, his eyes two dark orbs that held hers captive. In a voice made harsh with desire, he commanded, "You will ride atop me, Chloe."

She forced herself up from the warmth of his embrace to straddle her legs on either side of him. She grasped his cock gently in her hands, placing the thick head of him inside her, sliding herself down upon his shaft, even as he thrust up into her. A male grunt of satisfaction welled up from him. He clasped her hips between his hands, raising and lowering her upon his hard cock until he had the rhythm he wanted. He let her go, spreading his arms out to his sides, watching as she moved upon him, her hips riding him in a gentle, elegant motion, her beautiful, thick clitoris visible between her thighs that were spread wide to hold him.

Thayer reached out to nuzzle the hard, little kernel with his fingertip. He watched in fascinated amusement, her mouth open in a soundless scream as she came immediately at his touch. Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes, and as Thayer continued to taunt the sensitive nub, the silent scream rose in her throat, erupting from her, her heartfelt cries reverberating off the marble wall of the bedchamber. Thayer smiled up at her. Chloe had so little self-control, but like the other mares in his stables, she would learn. . . . . .soon enough, she would learn.

Chloe fell weakly against him, her breast brushing the soft, matted hair of his chest, her face buried in the crook of his shoulder as she sobbed out her release.

Thayer did not allow her to revel in that release. He took hold of her hair in his fist, pulling her head back for his rough kiss, his tongue plunging into her mouth, his cock still throbbing within her. He pulled out of her none too gently, pushing her onto her back, entering her swiftly, riding with the stallion's lustiness for sex and his ultimate fulfillment. Chloe cried out her pleasure beneath him as he thrust in and out of her with abandon. Grasping her buttocks, Thayer raised her closer to himself, encouraging her to wrap her legs over his shoulders. He thrust deep, into the very core of her, his fingers biting into the flesh of her bottom. . . . .and then he came, violently, satisfyingly, silencing her cries with the crush of his hard mouth on hers. Afterwards, he continued to lay atop her, his hardness still sheathed within her, his lips playfully teasing her soft lips.

At last, replete, he withdrew from her, drawing her with him down onto the bed, so that they both lay side by side.

"You are a superb mount, my little Chloe." He murmured with a pleased smile playing at the edges of his mouth. "You will do well in my private stables for the remainder of your service to me. Damien!" He called to the page. "Wine! I thirst!"

"Yes, yer lordship!" Damien scrambled out of his corner, splashed wine from a pitcher into a goblet and brought it to the bed.

Grasping the goblet, Lord Thayer took a healthy draught, then spying the tip of Chloe's tongue licking at her dry lips, he asked with a solicitous smile, "Thirsty, little one?" At her nod, his eyes twinkled mischievously, "You may have the rest of the wine. . . . .but not from the goblet."

At that moment, Chloe became aware of his cock lifting its arrogant head, nudging at her with flagrant insistence, and she suddenly understood what he meant for her to do. She hesitated, the color rising in her cheeks. Although she had not been a virgin when Lord Thayer had captured her, she had never done that with a man before. She had known other village girls who had let themselves be talked into it, but she had always refused. Now, his lordship was ordering it of her and Chloe didn't know if she could do it! But her lips were dry, her throat parched. She thirsted for the wine just out of her reach.

"You won't get anything to drink, otherwise." He teased her. "And mixed with your sweet love juices, it should be an excellent vintage." Chloe saw him glance up at Damien who still stood at the side of the bed, master and servant exchanging devilish grins.

With downcast eyes and a blush flagging her cheeks, Chloe sat up on her haunches taking the goblet from him, but Thayer put a finger against the rim of the goblet, stopping her from tilting it over him.

"No. Like a proper mare. Kneel between my legs." He spread his thighs, accommodating her, and his cock appeared even larger, thicker, than before as she knelt above him. "I warn you, Chloe," his lordship stated quite casually, "that you are to be careful of your teeth. My mares all have very soft mouths, which is pleasing to me. They are very considerate when offered my cock. If I feel even a nip, whether deliberately or by mistake, I will beat the soles of your feet, then tie you to the whipping post and finish on those lovely, plump buttocks."

Giving an involuntary shudder at his negligent warning, Chloe reluctantly tipped the goblet, baptizing his penis with the red liquid, the wine streaming from the lip of the goblet to splash down the length of him.

"My balls, as well." He ordered.

Chloe poured more of the wine on his scrotum, where it pooled slightly in the loose pouch of skin.

"Damien, take the goblet from her."

Silently, Damien reached to retrieve the jeweled cup from her slender fingers.

"Now," Lord Thayer regarded her with heavy-lidded eyes, "drink to your heart's content, little mare. And make sure you lap all of it. Damien will be watching you closely, to see that you do." And he settled back amongst the cushions, closing his eyes with arrogant nonchalance, expecting to be obeyed promptly and willingly, without question.

Chloe glanced hesitantly in Damien's direction, saw him narrow his gaze at her, nodding at her to proceed. She bent her head, and with her tongue, began to lap at his lordship's cock. She suckled the thick tip of him, running her tongue down the length of his penis and back up again to capture the head of him between her lips. The wine tasted good on her tongue, and underneath the cold sweetness, she could taste the lingering scent of herself. Beyond that, she could taste the slight saltiness of his skin. She remembered his warning, taking infinite care not to graze him with her teeth. She mouthed his scrotum, licking at the sweet wine, felt his balls move and shift in their soft sack of skin and the feeling against her soft lips was oddly sensuous.

When she had finished, Damien used the damp cloth to clean his lordship once more. Thayer sat up, placing a hand at the nape of her neck, bringing her head down for his kiss, as the page patted him dry with a clean towel.

"You may leave us for the night, Damien." Lord Thayer informed him, resting his brow against Chloe's smooth forehead. "Have Phillipe come to collect her at dawn on the 'morrow. Tell him not to disturb me. I do not intend to get much sleep this eve with such a delightful bed partner." His sudden smile sent a shiver of arousal, laced with fear, through her.

Damien left them then, and the rest of the night was spent in pleasant and sensual horseplay.