The chatter then began in earnest. Carmen found Jean, although it was hard to recognise her under an huge wig and two black stars on he cheeks.

"what the fuck is all this about?" Carmen hoped that Jean had more knowledge than her. "I mean, look at us, dressed like Queen Anne and smelling like a couple of brothel babes.

"Maria, my dresser has told me all about it. We are to be used for the sport of the men. Apparently, tomorrow, we are to be turned out into the grounds and hunted down by them. When we are caught, we are supposed to fulfill their every whim. Or so Maria told me. It seems that some of these guys have a very vivid imagination and can come up with some really wild scenarios. Cool Eh?"

"We shall see." Carmen sagely answered. "Who are they anyway?"

"Well, I'm told that this is a very exclusive club. Royalty often attend, but you never know who is fucking you. The men have to keep their masks on at all times. Wouldn't surprise me if it was judges and lawyers and so on." Jeans idea of the gentry stopped at lawyers and judges.

"Ladies, we shall retire to the music room." A large flamboyant woman who had sat near the top of the table announced. "Liqueurs will be served and we shall be entertained by Denise and Moira. Come ladies."

The music room was littered with comfortable settles. A grand piano and a harpsichord took up a large part of the room. The evening passed with a recital of period pieces that bored Carmen and Jean almost silly but they did quite a bit of damage to the drinks trays carried by maids who flitted around the room.

At last, the ladies retired to their boudoirs. Carmen and Jean both needed help to get up the stairs, fearing they would trip over the heavy clothing and land in an untidy heap at the bottom. Sleep claimed Carmen as soon as she put her head down. Rose had undressed her and put the clothes away.

Sunlight flooded the room. Rose had thrown back the curtains and cheerfully invaded Carmen's sleep with a good morning at the top of her voice.

"Today is a special day Ma'am, I have already laid out your clothes, but first, let us bathe?" It was obviously a question that didn't warrant an answer. She was led, semi naked through a connecting door from her bedroom into a bathroom that housed a carrerra marble bath sunken in the floor. White shag pile carpet led up to the prepared bath. Essential oils had been dripped into the steaming foamy water. Carmen was divested of the robe that had covered her shoulders and very little else. Rose guided her into the bath, taking care that she didn't slip on the smooth marble steps. When Carmen had relaxed, Rose also undressed and entered. She spent the next hour being treated to a personal bath that included some delicious touching and kissing of both her lips.

Later, dressed in riding clothes, Carmen was taken to the garden. The rear of the manse opened up to an undulating pastureland, separated by dry-stone walls and low hedges. Most of the guests were already there, sipping hot toddies and holding onto bridles of various horses. All of the men wore masks that covered their eyes, similar to stylised bandit masks and also wore red jackets and riding jodhpurs.

A large man stood in his stirrups and introduced himself as the hunt master. Shouting over the heads of the guests he informed them of today's events.

"Certain members of our family will be given a head start. Ladies..." He turned in his stirrups to address the group of women that Carmen had joined. "We will give you thirty minutes in which to make your escape. The object is not to get caught and the winner will be the one who rings what we call the liberty bell situated by the stables over there." He indicated the general direction with a short riding crop. "However, if you are caught, you will pay a forfeit of the catchers choice. A prize will be given to the lucky winner if there is one. Our prize will be your capitulation. Good luck ladies, your time starts now."

The women, who had listened to the speech suddenly began to run in many directions, many screaming, or laughing hysterically. It was obvious this was a popular game and it was quite likely that many of the women were not interested in winning a prize unless it involved receiving the attentions of the questers.

Carmen chose to head in an entirely different direction to most of the others. She headed for a small stand of willows that stood alongside a lake, figuring that the overhanging branches might afford some screen and protect her. She was all for playing the game, but why make it too easy?

She hadn't figured they would use hounds. In no time flat, a brown and white Beagle was yelling to anyone who was interested, that he had found one of the girls. An experienced dog, he followed his nose to one of the favourite hiding places these bitches liked to use. The Master of the Hounds parted the willow branches and offered his hand. Carmen took it, smiling coquettishly at the tall florid man. He guided her through the leaves and without saying anything, made her kneel on the damp grass.

He soon had he sucking his cock, forcing her head on top the swollen glans and pushing to the back of her throat. Carmen began to enjoy the forfeit and sucked hungrily.

"That's enough young lady, your forfeit awaits you, this is only the prelude." His heavy arms and hands lifted her as if she weighed nothing. With out further preamble, he carried her to the stables at the back of the house.

Carmen was quite amazed at the miniature ponies that were stabled in clean bays of the stable. Each pony stood less than four feet high with long manes that almost reached the floor. One or two where pure white, but most of them were piebald, black or tan. She fell in love with them instantly.

"These are to be your forfeit proper." He informed her. A secretive smile played across his cruel looking mouth. "They just love to perform for an audience, being that they came from a circus. Tonight, they will perform again and you will be the star turn. I will leave you to get acquainted."

With no further ado, he spun on his heels and left the stables with Carmen and the horses in it. Not sure quite what he meant, Carmen could hardly wait to stroke and pet the small ponies. She was soon surrounded by them and after an hour, felt like she knew each one personally.

That evening, after dinner and coffee had been served. Her captor stood and announced that tonight's entertainment was to be Carmen and the performing ponies. A hush descended on the crowded room and almost like a retreating wave, people flowed to the outside walls, moving chairs and settees as they did so. Carmen found herself alone in the middle of the room surrounded by eager faces. She had no idea what to expect and felt a little afraid. Her fear was not to last too long. It was quickly replaced by terror.

A leather piece of furniture was brought in by a couple of the servants and placed in the middle of the room. One of the men carrying the thing that looked like a small vaulting horse, smiled at her and then winked.

Her captor entered the arena that had been formed by bodies. He raised his hands to signify that he wanted absolute quiet. A deathly hush fell on the room. Nobody so much as shifted position, all enraptured by the prospect of the evenings entertainment.

Carmen sought Jean's eyes and finally located her draped over the arm of a chair with her partner's hand up her skirt. Jean smiled, but the smile didn't reach her eyes. She began to panic a little. She wasn't worried about being the centre of attention, she was used to that, but not knowing what was about to happen caused her to worry that she wouldn't be able to fulfil the role.

Two of the little ponies were led into the room. Their unshod feet made no noise on the heavy carpeted flooring. Another of the servants held them by halters, one on each side. He brought them to a standstill in the circle of bodies. Carmen was beginning to realise what he had meant earlier. Her forfeit would be to perform with these two animals, but in what nature she was still unsure.

Suddenly, her Ring Master, as she was starting to think of her captor, turned and with a deft twist of the wrist, yanked the dress from her body, Velcro parting with a loud shush as it was designed to do. She was naked underneath and stood with the dress unceremoniously dumped at her feet. He grabbed her wrists and drew her towards him. A leather thong was quickly tied around the milk-white joints, firmly holding them together. He pushed her towards and then over the only piece of furniture in the middle of the room. She was laid along the length of the low leather covered horse. Her hands were secured into place in the front by tying the thong that held her wrists to a ring mounted on a cross bar between the legs of the thing. Then her feet that had naturally straddled it were also tied into place either side. Her cunt wide open to anyone who wanted to look, Carmen started to whimper. Her trepidation mounted all the time.

The Ring Master announced in a loud voice, "Ladies and Gentlemen, Carmen is about to perform with her horses. While the performance is happening, I want complete silence; nothing must break the concentration of the performers. Bring on Mars please."

One of the ponies was led to the centre where Carmen was tied. The animal gave her a baleful look and rolled its eyes, showing whites. She thought it was frightened; she could appreciate how it felt as she whimpered her growing fear.

"Prepare the pony." His instructions were complied with instantly. The servant started to massage the little stallions belly with one hand while keeping a firm hold on the halter with the other. Carmen was treated to the sight at eye level of the horses cock emerging from the protective sheath. Something like ten inches protruded and hung limply. Carmen started to thank her lucky stars it wasn't any bigger. Then it began to get hard. Suddenly, what had been something she would have been able to handle with little problem, looked monstrous as it bumped against the animals belly.

"Let the entertainment begin."

The horse was brought around to Carmen's rear end. Its nose was pushed against her bare cunt and she could feel the hot breath of its nostrils wafting over her nakedness. Two hooves suddenly appeared either side of her head and she could feel the head of the horses cock banging against her inner thigh.

"Let the animal lubricate our star performer." The Ring Master was definitely running the show. The servant who was to remain in attendance began to rub the horse in earnest. Stroking the lethal looking cock until a respectable amount of pre-cum splattered over her vulva. The horse was starting to buck, but was unable to reach her because the servant held him away, keeping a firm hold on his dripping cock.

"I want a volunteer to massage Carmen so that she will be ready." She couldn't see who obliged, but the gentle fingering told her it was a woman who was pushing fingers into her hole mixing horse cum with her own juices that were starting to provide her own lubrication.

"Enough! Let it begin."

Carmen felt the mushroom shaped head bang against her soaking pussy lips. She could feel the attendant stroking her lips with the horses cock, encouraging the animal to start thrusting. The smooth bell end was getting Carmen off, she started to moan a small release of orgasm. Then, without warning, the head of the horse's massive cock pushed into her cunt, filling her wall-to-wall. She screamed and then screamed again as more was thrust into her deep recesses. The friction of the horse brought her to a shuddering climax in seconds, but it was far from finished. More of the horse forced its way into her as the horse started to thrust rhythmically until the animal screamed its own climax. Horse semen gushed from its extended member and hit Carmen's gut with a force she felt in her chest.

The animal spent, quickly became flaccid while the audience clapped their appreciation.