"Enlightenment."

“This isn’t… European, is it?”

“Oh, no,” says Chadzene, a middle-aged woman in a bathrobe with black curly hair. The five sorority girls are nude on yoga mats before her, in the downward dog position, their asses presented for her inspection. “Yoga is Asian.”

“Good. I’m so over European stuff.”

“Sounds like you ladies are ready for some ancient Oriental wisdom,” says Chadzene, picking up a bath brush. “Now, I’m going to try to distract you while you focus on achieving enlightenment. This is a very old Buddhist technique. I wouldn’t share it with just anyone, but you five seem smart enough to handle it.”

She takes her time spanking the five girls with the flat side of the bath brush, while they struggle to hold their positions. Then, she runs the girls through a whole series of yoga poses, making them bend over backwards and balance on one leg while she tickles their nipples and pussies with a feather to try to throw them off. Finally, she gives them a quick oil massage, and has them jump rope naked in front of her for a while to loosen up.

“You girls are doing amazing,” she says. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone get so good at yoga so quickly. I think it’s time to let you in on the super secret Himalayan yoga techniques that only the wisest sages can master. Some say they might even give you magic powers.”

“Oh, wow! I bet we could use those magic powers to get back at Chad!”

“I don’t know who this Chad fellow is, but he sounds like a despicable little rogue. I’m sure mastering yoga will let you defeat him, and possibly even make him do gay stuff. But first, you have to do exactly as I say.”

“Anything, Chadzene,” says Tiffany, bouncing up and down with excitement. “Ooh, I can’t wait to make Chad do gay stuff!”

“First, you girls have to make out with each other.”

“Um… why?”

“It’s the quickest way to open up your bodies to the flow of cosmic energy.”

There’s a lot of awkward squirming, since the girls are all more or less straight, and like straight girls everywhere, definitely don’t secretly want to make out with other women. Chadzene patiently explains that it’s not at all sexual, and brings out some ancient Buddhist scrolls to prove his point.

Finally, they give in. Jessica and Madison clasp each other in a warm embrace, eyes darting around nervously, not wanting to meet each other’s gaze as they lock lips and twine tongues. Kristen and Victoria do the same. Tiffany’s left out, so Chadzene paddles her ass more while they wait, explaining that it’s all part of the process.

The girls swap partners. Madison kisses Kristen, Victoria kisses Tiffany, while Chadzene spanks Jessica. They rotate until each girl has had the chance to make out with every other girl in the room, so the cosmic energy can be equally shared.

Then, to shake the cosmic energy up a little bit, the girls have to start kissing each others’ naked bodies. They feel pretty weird about this, but it’s definitely not sexual, and they’re very motivated by the idea of making the frat boys do roughly the same thing. Madison kisses Tiffany’s nipples. Kristen kisses Jessica’s ass. Victoria kisses Madison’s feet. Tiffany crawls around the room, kissing each girl’s shaved pussy, though not licking it, since she’s straight.

“Incredible,” says Chadzene, after quite a lot of this. “The whole room is now crackling with cosmic power! I can feel it! You girls might be the greatest natural yoga masters of all time? There’s just one more thing you need to do… oh, but I doubt you’d be brave enough.”

“Tell us!”

“No, no. It’s much too advanced a technique for five silly sorority girls.”

“Chadzene!” Tiffany puts her hands on her hips and flounces at him. “I absolutely demand that you teach us the final forbidden yoga technique right now! I won’t back down, no matter how challenging it is! That’s an Epsilon promise.”

“Oh, all right, then. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Some time later, the girls are hogtied in suspension bondage, dangling from a sort of portable rolling girl-transport rack. Drool drips from their ball gags. Weighted clamps dangle from their nipples. The metal hooks up their asses have been tied to their pink hair, applying pressure at both ends. Chadzene strolls between them, pinching, tickling, groping and whipping their red buttocks with a leather flogger at her leisure.

Then he takes off his wig.

“Surprise!”

“MMMMFFFFFF!”