A hard fought victory.

Lisa clenched her teeth. It all came down to this. In a matter of moments, she and her sisters would either be liberated to enjoy their vacation as they pleased, or reduced to spending their vacation pleasing frat boys. A nasty thought sprung up and was promptly pushed back down: What if those two outcomes were the same?

Brad served, and the final volley began. There was a lot back-and-forth, until Lisa eventually had to take a dive to save a tricky shot. She felt the tangible shock as the ball bounced off her hands, but she got a face full of sand and didn’t see how things turned out, though she heard a few more telltale sounds of the volleyball making contact with skin a couple times before landing in the sand. She nervously pulled herself up from the sand and looked to her sisters.

Beth smiled at Lisa, rushing over to help her to her feet. “We did it!” She shouted. Lisa’s jaw dropped. “We… won?” Beth nodded multiple times in rapid succession, and Lisa scooped her up in a hug, squeezing her little sister for a long moment before remembering that they were naked, and letting her go with a blush. She turned to see Felicia and Sarah smiling and approaching. “I knew we could do it,” Lisa said, “I’m just glad we were able to stick together.”

A strong, familiar hand planted itself on Lisa’s ass, and she gritted her teeth before pulling away and turning to face Dominator and the rest of team DKM. “Well, sluts. You won. Now what?” Dominator eyed the sisters one by one, enjoying the fact that they hadn’t made any moves to get dressed again.

Lisa’s eyes narrowed at the frat boy. “We’re not your sluts any more. We won fair and square.”

Chet laughed at this. “You may have won, and you may not be OUR sluts anymore, but you’re definitely still sluts.” Lisa blushed.

Brad added his two cents: “He’s right. Look at all of you, naked and horny. If one of you doesn’t come crawling back for some more of this,” He grabbed his erect cock through his shorts, drawing the eye of all the sisters, “By tomorrow, I’ll be shocked.”

Lisa’s face was practically glowing red by this point. “Hey! Stop that. We won, and it’s time for you to admit to everyone here that DKM lost and that you and your Bros can’t harass us for the rest of the week.”

Dominator nodded. “Fair is fair, and DKM always sticks to its word.” He turned to address the gathered crowd, “THESE SLUTS BEAT DKM AT A GAME OF VOLLEYBALL!” he shouted, silencing the chatter in the crowd, before continuing at his normal volume. “Remember these sluts. Remember these tits,” He reached forward and groped one of Lisa’s breasts, causing her to freeze, “Remember this ass,” He spun her around, showing off her nude backside, and the DKM initials on it, “Remember it all, because for the rest of the week, they’re off-limits.”

Lisa huffed, and walked away, “Good enough.” She started to walk back in the direction of the house before remembering that she was naked. She turned back around to see that Sarah had already gathered everyone’s bikinis and handed Lisa’s back to her. She sheepishly put it back on, then gathered her sisters and left for real this time, satisfied in a job well done.

DKM watched the sisters go. Their pictures were still on the Wall of Shame, and the letters DKM was still printed on their asses. Even if they never saw the Anders Sisters again, they had already accomplished their goals, and had a good time doing it. They dispersed from the court and returned to DKM house, also satisfied in a job well done.