” “Amy is a private person, she is the liaison to the cult. She had gone to a meeting to give them an update on our activities here. I am in charg... now.” “And Jason?” “He is ... frustrated. I have sent Jason to cool down at another part of the sorority.” “OK, can I see him?”She ignored his question and moved to a what looked to be a coffin. “You are in luck Brandon. I came here today to punish a pledge.” “I don’t see anyone.”That was when Mrs. Turner opened the coffin and pulled out a wet naked. He lent against his own door and in his mind’s eye, he saw Lisa peel her tank top off. Her tight eighteen year old body was perfect. Her boobs were small, but perfectly round. As she reached behind and undid her bra, they didn’t move at all – supple. John swallowed. She would bend down, pull her shorts of her smooth legs, let them drop. He imagined her there, bare but for her panties, imagined her catching sight of herself in the mirror, and spinning, to admire herself. Her bare shoulders. Modified as she was, glory would never be useful for anything but being a pony. So, when the inevitable day came and she was no longer useful, he didn’t want her to suffer unnecessarily when she was sent to the slaughterhouse. An intelligent pony would recognize what was happening and be afraid. But not his glory, she would be much closer to an equine pony in intelligence than a human pony by that time.But those thoughts were for a 10-15 years from now. Today was fair day!Glory woke from her. No match for their physical strength, Lisa tried to reason, “Ok, that’s enough. Please, boys. I’m your friend’s mom. You know, Mrs. Stevens. Mrs. S?”“Wow! No bra and no panties! What have you been up to tonight, Mrs. S?” It was Tim.Lisa felt her face burn even redder. Seems their efforts had caused her skirt to rise up to where they could see a well-trimmed patch of dark blonde hair above her otherwise shaved pussy.Tim and Steve sniggered, as Lisa sat there with her eyes closed, too embarrassed.