Felicia is rather occupied.

Yesterday’s bikini bottoms in hand, Felicia gently pushed the door the rest of the way open and stepped into Chet’s room. At first it just seemed like a complete mess, but as her eyes adjusted, she noticed that all of the clothing strewn about the room were women’s clothing. Bras, panties, bikinis, a black one-piece, a skirt, and even an expensive looking red dress. Trophies, she realized, from countless other girls who no doubt had the letters DKM traced onto their skin in blue marker. She dropped the bikini bottom she’d retrieved from the door to join his hoard, and marveled at the sheer volume of women her captor must have claimed before her. Chet himself was sprawled out in bed, dozing quietly, and another Bro had fallen asleep in a comfy-looking chair on the other side of the room, empty beer can still in hand. Felicia took a deep breath and approached Chet’s bed.

She’d barely touched the bed when Chet, with a burst of agility that reminded her how easily he had caught her the day before, showed that he wasn’t sleeping after all, pulling the surprised Felicia onto the bed, where she landed flat on her stomach. “New bikini,” he spoke directly into her ear, already untying the strings of the flimsy piece of swimwear, “I think I’ll keep the whole thing this time.”

Felicia could only moan in response, her pussy already beginning to moisten from her submissive position. She helpfully lifted her chest and then her hips as Chet collected his new trophy. “Good girl,” He congratulated her, lightly groping her ass, “Now, flip back over. This time I want to see those tits bouncing around as I plow you.”

Felicia rolled onto her back, and let out a loud moan as her DKM owner leaned down to suck briefly on her exposed nipple. He wasn’t particularly interested in foreplay, though, and before she knew it she was moaning and whimpering as, for the second time in two days, she was filled with DKM cock.

Lisa’s master plan wasn’t remotely on her mind as Chet repeatedly thrust into her. She thought about his dick, his hands on her hips, the way her tits were bouncing around for his viewing pleasure, and how much of a slut she must look like, but the plan and the lines she was supposed to be delivering didn’t once cross her mind.

Chet quit thrusting for a moment, and he spoke, but Felicia was in the middle of an intense orgasm and didn’t hear exactly what he said, though the words “DKM property” stuck out. She was just recovering from her orgasm and was about to open her mouth when Chet started moving again. She let her head fall back, and she noticed the Bro who had been sleeping in the chair was now awake, and standing at the foot of the bed. His cock was out, and maybe it was just the angle she was seeing it from, but it looked thick and heavy. The Bro reached down and traced a finger along Felicia’s lips. “Open up, babe. Got a treat for you.” As aroused and delirious as she was, she didn’t even think about refusing. Her lips parted, and her mouth was instantly filled with thick, juicy frat boy dick, and her vision narrowed to the new bro’s hanging balls as he pumped in and out of her mouth.

A clap sounded above her, the two Bros high-fiving over another well-fucked DKM slut. Felicia moaned around the cock in her mouth, and a thump from the next room over reminded her that her sisters were down the hall, probably having just as much fun as her.