Pussy knew where to find her first victim, she had fantasised about this moment for a long time, with the last of her owners cum still on her face and in her mouth she proudly walked to the stables, admiring her new uniform in the reflection of the Manor House windows as she went.
Once inside the stable she went to where the newly bought slaves were kept. The fresh meat, they were just out of there introductory solitary confinement and had been tacked up in there pony gear for the first time, the hormone and aphrodisiac laced slave food was taking hold of there bodies and they were scared and horny as hell. Unlike a trained slave these toys hadn’t been broken in yet, they new the rules, but had no way of following them. They all knew that is was a punishable offence to cum without permission but had no way at all of controlling there new slave bodies. They were going to easy pray for Pussy.