“Legs farther apart,” Boone ordered.
She obeyed, and Kenny stepped behind her, leaned down, and stuck a finger into her pussy alongside the egg already nestled deep inside. The intrusion made her breath catch because the pressure against the egg sent sparks ricocheting through her core.
Then came a second finger, pressing deeper. The added friction and stretch had her hips twitching, her body trying topull away even as it clenched around the fullness. He pumped her, his fingers nudging the egg with each stroke, sending fluttering heat through her until she was spiraling toward the edge, breath shallow, thighs trembling, her orgasm looming fast and loud—
And he stepped back.
She whimpered, the denial cutting deeper than it should’ve. Her body throbbed with need, and she fought the urge to beg him to keep going.
“That’sa proper all-fours,” Silas said. “With your back arched, your holes aimed up, begging to be used. Remember how this feels when we order you into this position — your spine curved down so your owners can see your swollen, needy cunt along with the outside of the plug holding your asshole wide open.”
“Next is knees and chest.” Kenny said, his voice a firm order.
Her body obeyed even as her thoughts spun. This was more than postures and practicality. This was surrender, shape by shape. One position at a time, they were taking ownership of her body.
She instinctively folded her arms under her face, but Kenny said, “Arms straight, trailing along your body so your hands are near your knees.”
She did, and Silas said, “Arch your back more, bring your tits closer to your knees.”
It wasn’t comfortable, but this wasn’t about comfort, so she stayed quiet. She made fists with her hands to comfort herself.
“Fists are a problem for me,” Boone said. “Hands straight.”
“Boone sees someone making a fist as a threat,” Kenny explained. “When we begin with individual rules, Boone will punish you for making fists while he hurts you or fucks you, but we aren’t there yet. For now, relax your hands and settle into the pose.”
She blew out a breath and relaxed her hands.
“Excellent,” Kenny said. “Back to all fours.”
She moved her hands back under her, pushed back up, and he said, “Knees and chest.”
She moved her hands straight into position this time, her cheek back on the hardwood.
“Better. Child’s pose.”
She swept her arms out and up, sat her butt down on her feet, and relaxed into the yoga pose. It was the first position that felt like a reprieve, though with him standing over her, she doubted it would stay that way.
“This is correct for yoga. My preference is for the wrists to be crossed over your head.”
She did so, and he made a noise of approval. “That’s lovely. Now show me the most graceful way you know to stand from this position.”
She quickly considered her options, moved her feet to plant her toes under her, pushed her butt into the air with her hands braced on the floor near her feet, and then stood with an extra head motion to fan her hair up and back, to keep it out of her face.
He nodded. “That works. Next up is inspection pose, which has a couple of levels. Start with your feet as wide as you can stand without a risk of losing your balance, and clasp your hands to the back of your head.”
She took a second to figure out how wide of a stance she trusted, and then pushed her boobs out and clasped her hands behind her head.
“Excellent.” He walked around her once and then, while standing behind her, said, “Focus on a spot on the wall in front of you, and then bend at the waist while continuing to look at the same place. Arch your back, keep your hands at the back of yourhead. The goal is for your hips to be at a ninety-degree angle. Legs vertical, torso horizontal.”
She bent, and then gasped when he crammed two fingers into her pussy without warning, the sudden invasion making her jerk and fight to maintain her position.
Silas walked to her, unfastened and unzipped, and she opened her mouth when he moved his dick towards her face. He promptly stuck it in and then gave a little moan before telling Kenny, “Damn, dude. We want to play with our new toy.”
Kenny gave the barest of sighs. “Little hawk, the final version of the inspection series is resting inspection, and it has your hands holding your elbows behind your back, with your legs just a little closer together, but not much. For now, you may put your hands on your knees until Silas and Boone get their rocks off.”
Boone was behind her seconds later, pulling the egg from her pussy, and he slammed his dick into her. She was wet, but he’s fat, and she stepped a foot forward.
“You’ll learn to plant your feet better,” Kenny said from the side, like she wasn’t being fucked in two holes at once, slammed between two men.
