Not in the direction they’d like.

The next volley was long and unexciting, but eventually DKM scored a point when Beth missed her swing, the ball bouncing off her naked thigh and landing in the sand. The girls all groaned as one as a minor cheer went through the crowd and the bros across the court grinned.

As Beth meekly picked up the ball and bumped it over to the Bros, a dark thought crossed Lisa’s mind. Had she and her sisters given up hope? They were naked, humiliated, marked, and (for her part, at least, and she suspected it was true for her sisters) incredibly aroused. They were breathing heavily even standing still, their skin was flushed, and they were making safe, defensive plays instead of using their superior skill go on the offensive and turn the game around. Had they already accepted their inevitable ultimate fate as DKM trophy sluts?

“2-1 DKM,” announced Brad, as he served the next volley. This one looked a little better for the girls at first, as Lisa bumped the ball to Felicia, who set it up for Sarah to… meekly tap it over the net, into the waiting hands of Chet, who easily set up Dominator for another clean spike, securing the Bros’ third point, and confirming Lisa’s fears. If she didn’t get the girls back into fighting spirit immediately, this game, and any hope of spending this vacation doing anything but getting bent over and filled with cum time and again by DKM, was finished.