The morning after

The atmosphere in the Anders' holiday home the next morning was three quarters quiet embarrassment and one quarter loud smugness. While her sisters would have insisted that if she had been here then she would have just gotten fucked too, and it was only dumb luck that saved her, Felicia knew better. She was the masked Liberatrix, she had the courage and the will to resist when no one else could. She'd already told them the story of her first liberation before they sat down for breakfast, how she bravely escaped DKM dick by the skin of her teeth. She left out tiny details like how close she came to giving in or how she had thought about that guy again in the shower just this morning.

While Sarah, Beth, and Lisa all, understandably, wanted to forget about last night, Felicia still wanted to discuss it. Her sisters honor had been infringed and the Liberatrix could not let that sin go unanswered. So, as toast was served and cereal poured, Felicia resumed her questioning. "I can't believe you all gave in in one night," she chuckled, unable to contain herself any longer. Her sisters all sighed in unison and shared a look of resignation. They hadn't been looking forward to it, but they knew this mockery was coming.

"Oh, if you'd have been here they'd have fucked you too," Sarah replies, her words accompanied by silent nods from Lisa and Beth. "I don't know," Felicia laughs, "From the sounds of it if I'd been in the bathroom you might have jumped on two of them anyway." Sarah drops her spoon against her bowl with a clink. "I did not jump on them that fast!" Sarah fires back. "You did agree to get DPed pretty quick," Lisa comments quietly, not raising her head from her bowl to avoid a frown that she knew Sarah would give her. "I only did that so they wouldn't try to do it to either of you," Sarah's explanation is met with laughter from her sisters.

"Gee, thanks sis," Beth rolls her eyes while taking a bite of toast. "You think you're a martyr now?" Felicia laughs around her own mouthful of cereal. "At least I don't think I'm a superhero," Sarah shoots back, gesturing to the cape and strap-on Felicia had left hung up by the back door. "Hey I am a superhero, I bet that girl was really grateful for what I did. Charlotte or Sharon or whatever her name was."

"I still don't know how you fucking a girl with a strap on "liberates" them?" Lisa asks, making air quotes with her fingers around the word "liberates."

"It's symbolic."

"Symbolic of what?"

". . . Of them being liberated, but enough about little details like that," Felicia hand waves the question and moves swiftly on. "What we need to talk about is ****."

"**** for what?" now it's Beth's turn to ask a question.

"For the DKM guys fucking you," Felicia answers, like it should be obvious.

"I thought the Liberatrix fucked girls? What are you going to do for us?" Lisa asks, apparently taking turns with Beth to question Felicia.

"You're certainly not fucking us!" Beth raises a quizzical eyebrow as she looks to her two other sisters. "No I'm not going to fuck you," Felicia reassures her youngest sibling, almost snorting at the suggestion. "I'll find another way to get even with those guys," Felicia promises, and for a moment Sarah worries she's about to launch into another monologue. Fortunately Felicia's next words are much more practical. "But to do that I need you to tell me what you remember about them," she states, feeling like a private investigator as she joins her hands on the table.

"They had huge dicks," Beth states in an instant. "Yeah," Lisa sighs dreamily in agreement, the two of them staring off into space like they were picturing them now. "I'm not sure that will narrow it down," Felicia answers uneasily, remembering the big dick she'd felt battering against her own pussy in the changing room. It seemed all the DKM guys were hung somehow. "What did they look like?"

"I didn't really get a good look at the guy who, y'know," Beth blushes, more embarrassed to say the word than she was to get fucked last night, "but I did see the guy who screwed Lisa. He was white, with a soul patch, and American flag tattoo on his chest." As Beth completes her description she mimes where the tattoo would be on her own chest, a small rectangle on her right breast.

"Ugh, apparently I didn't get a good look at my guy either because if I knew he had a soul patch there's no way I would have let him hit," Lisa groans, covering her blushing face with her hands for a moment. "At least your guy didn't look like a complete douche Beth," she continues, "He was black, pretty muscular and he had short dreads." Felicia nodded intently as her sisters spoke, adding all these details to a mental database. She probably should have brought a pen and paper to have a physical database, but when she was packing detective work hadn't been something she considered.

"What about the two who went with Sarah?" Felicia continues, looking back and forth from Lisa to Beth. "I don't know we were kinda. . ." Beth begins, only to trail off. "Already engaged by that point," Lisa finishes the sentence for her, the two of them giggling in embarrassment. "Four of them walked in the door and before you could even look at them two of them had bent you over?" Felicia asks, incredulous.

There's a pregnant moment of silence as Beth and Lisa share a look and a blush. "Yeah," they reply in quiet unison. Felicia sighed so hard she could almost feel her soul leave her body. While she'd been out fighting for the dignity of women her sisters had apparently gone from respectable ladies to spring break sluts in about ten seconds. Now she really wished her costume actually had a mask, if DKM figured out the Liberatrix was related to three of their easiest scores ever she would never live it down. Maybe her sisters were right anyway. Maybe if she'd been here as well she'd have jumped on DKM dick that fast too. Maybe she should just trade in her strap on for three blue letters on her ass already.

"Well I got a pretty good look at one guy since he was under me." Sarah says, pulling Felicia out of her downward spiral, forcing her to sit up and look at her sister. "He was cute," she begins, drawing a look of ire from Felicia, "a bit of stubble but not too much, white with a buzz cut, and maybe he had a little scar on one cheek." Felicia nodded her head through the description before posing another question. "What about the other guy?"

"Well er, he was," Sarah blushes, going even redder than her sisters, "he was behind me most of the time, so I didn't get a good luck at him. It sounded like he was the ringleader too, telling the other one what to do and calling dibs on my ass."

"Aha, so he's the one behind all this!" Lisa exclaims, her double entendre making her younger sister laugh while her elders give her a disapproving look.

"He had a hot gravelly voice though, if that helps." Sarah finishes her description, looking as flustered as her younger siblings. Felicia sighed again. It really didn't. All she'd really gathered from her breakfast interrogation was that her sisters had actually enjoyed their night getting fucked by these four complete strangers. "I'm guessing you didn't get their names?" she asks, already knowing the answer. Her sisters all shake their heads. "Unless their names were 'bro' or 'dude', they didn't say," one of them explains while Felicia puts her head in her hands.

"So much for justice," she thinks, "so much for vengeance or equality. While she had been out striving to even the score for women everywhere, her sisters had completely submitted to four douchebags who they knew only wanted them for their bodies without even learning their names. Maybe the DKM bros who approached them at the bar were right, and any girl would be a slut for the right dick. Maybe Felicia should just walk outside naked now and get it over with. Maybe she should let four of those swinging horse-cocks gangbang her right there in the street so she could be a slut just like her sisters."

While Felicia still has her head down a gentle hand is laid on her shoulder. "Maybe they'll come back," Beth reassures her, although the hopeful tone in her voice is anything but reassuring . "Criminals often return to the scene of the crime," Lisa adds, similarly hopeful. Felicia could tell from the lilt in their voices that they were hoping for their return for a few unwholesome reasons, but it does give her an idea.

Those four might not come back again, they had already got what they came for, but another DKM guy might show up, and he might have the intel Felicia wanted. They were all dumb frat bros who thought with their dick, it couldn't be too difficult to set a trap for them and then pump them for information. While Felicia stroked her chin in thought her sisters finished their breakfast and set about cleaning up, talking idly about how they were going to cover their DKM marks and what beach they should go to today.

Felicia definitely wanted to get even for her sisters, but at the same time she was on vacation and a day on the beach sounded nice. Perhaps she should just go along with her sisters, relax, and maybe she would get lucky and hear or see something useful to her cause while she sunbathed.

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