First, they recover and regroup

Lisa was the last of her sisters to recover from their defeat and post-defeat fuckings. Her captor had explained that since she had resisted her inevitable submission the longest, she needed the hardest, longest lesson he could provide. “Lesson,” of course, meant more face-down-ass-up fucking, and more orgasms than she could keep track of. He had occasional nuggets of wisdom, to the effect of “This is where you belong,” “This ass is DKM property now,” and “Sluts always get fucked,” but Lisa honestly stopped listening sometime after the first twenty minutes, sinking completely into the pleasurable haze of submission to DKM. She didn’t return from her orgasmic fog until, still face-down and ass-up, she heard Beth calling to her.

“Uh, sis? Are you alright down there?”

“Uhwah?” Lisa peeled herself up off the ground, and looked up to see her three sisters standing around her with looks of concern; the frat boys and gathered crowd had long since gone home. Her sisters had all put their bikinis back in place (except for Felicia, whose new DKM owner had apparently kept her bottoms), and looked like they’d attempted to clean themselves up somewhat, though there were still strands of hair out of place and, though Lisa couldn’t see it while they were facing her, they all had the letters DKM written on their ass in permanent marker.

“Looks like that asshole gave it to you pretty hard.” Beth commented, helping her to her feet. Felicia gave a smile before adding, “Looks like she enjoyed it, though.” Lisa shot Felicia a glare. “Look who’s talking. You were the first of us moaning around DKM cock.” Felicia blushed and shifted back and forth, though whether it was a blush of shame or arousal at the memory of her capture was unclear.

“Girls, stop,” Sarah spoke up, “We all got caught and fucked, we shouldn’t be fighting.” Felicia grumbled something under her breath, but there was no more arguing after that. Lisa’s sisters helped her get cleaned up, and then they all returned to the beach house, too physically and mentally exhausted by their ordeal to do anything else with their day.

They were all leaning against each other on the couch when Lisa finally spoke up.

“We need to strike back.”