Sunbathing and sleuthing

Now armed with knowledge so helpfully provided by Fen, Felicia permitted herself and her sisters to enjoy the rest of the day like an ordinary vacation. They hurriedly gathered and packed their things, reapplying sunscreen to each other's backs where needed. When Beth had emerged from the bathroom still in that scandalous bikini that left her whole ass and most of her tits hanging out, Felicia only had to give her a warning look before she went back to her room to change. The stripy two-piece Beth came back with was much more appropriate, and once they were all suitably dressed and prepared they headed to the beach.

It was only a short walk from the house to the seafront, a fact Felicia was glad of. If she had had to go much further in the heat of the midday sun she might have melted into the asphalt. Despite arriving just after noon the beach wasn't very busy yet, most of the people who would occupy it still sleeping off hangovers or trying to quietly extricate themselves from shameful one night stands. This meant the sisters were able to claim prime beachfront property, their towels neatly lined up in a row.

Just a little further up the beach from them was a familiar set of changing rooms, where her Liberatrix career began. Like it was yesterday (because it was) Felicia could still remember how soft Naomi's skin had felt under her hands, how wet her pussy had gushed around her hard plastic cock, how hot it had been to push that cute college girl up against the shack wall and pound at her sopping cunt. She also remembered being shoved against the wall herself by some faceless stranger, his hard cock pushed up hard against her own wet box begging to be fucked.

"That might have been Fen," she thinks with a chuckle. Both he and the man who had came up behind her were well hung. Still laying on her towel she started to imagine Fen and that faceless bro who had almost fucked her in the changing rooms taking their ****. They would handcuff her, carry her over to those same wooden stalls, and then take turns using her poor little pussy to pleasure their horse cocks. Before they were done they'd even lube up their big cocks and her virgin ass to split her in half, and then make her beg them to finish inside her to make up for teasing them like she had.

"Think I'll go cool off," Felicia announced, getting quickly to her feet and racing off for the gently crashing waves. She hoped that anyone who saw her would chalk her blush up to the heat of the sun and that they wouldn't notice her thong was wet before she even reached the waves. Fortunately for her, when she returned her sisters had barely glanced up at her.

Besides that brief dash to the sea, the day at the beach passed thankfully uneventfully. The markings on Beth, Lisa, and Sarah acted like a cloaking device that allowed them all to sunbathe on the soft sand completely unmolested. While other nearby cute girls in sexy bikinis were subjected to clumsy seduction and lazy pickup lines, already marked girls only got knowing smiles and quiet leering. Felicia used her sisters blue behinds as cover to have a peaceful and relaxing day, laying comfortably in the middle of the three of them and hiding from DKM in plain sight. As the day had worn on Beth had seemed put out by the lack of attention, until a young passing bro muttered to his friend "damn, what an ass. Wish I'd got there first." After that she was noticeably happier.

When the time had come to head back home for dinner the four of them were noticeably more tanned, but they had not picked up any more letters on their asses. Like nothing had happened yesterday they headed back to the rented house, casually talking and laughing amongst themselves. While her sisters had set about getting ready to prepare a meal, or changing into more casual clothes, Felicia had excused herself to her room. Once she was alone she quickly produced her laptop from her suitcase, that she had swore she wouldn't touch unless work called with an emergency, and set it up on the bedside table. Rather than answer emails or respond to urgent notifications like she had worried she might have to do this vacation, she instead hurried over to her search engine of choice.

She had more important work to do than her job.

Just a few minutes of internet sleuthing yielded fantastic results. A simple search of the name's Fen had provided plus DKM immediately gave her social media profiles for almost everyone she was looking for. Bruce, Dom, and Trey were all simple open books, their social media content being frequently tagged with DKM alongside their own names and photo's. Looking at them, Felicia had to admit they were pretty cute. Except for Bruce, his facial hair still made him look like a douche in every Instagram post he made.

While she might not have approved of their beard choices, she did appreciate their candid lack of privacy. Through their frequent posts she could almost track what (and who) they were doing within the hour. Everyone but Duke. He was either more privacy minded or he simply didn't have a social media presence. Either way, Felicia couldn't track him down through a simple google search.

From what she had found it seemed that Dom and Bruce would be fairly straightforward to find, the pair of them residing at the DKM frat house. "House" might have been underselling it. It was more like a frat complex. Two big beach houses joined back to back by a fenced in swimming pool, like a cross section of a residential block. Based on the pictures online the pool was permanently surrounded by a horde of college girls in bikini's so small they made Beth's slutty garment look almost modest, although Felicia doubted that the poolside was always so well populated.

Trey was a little more difficult to track, it seemed he was constantly moving. A post from a week ago suggested he had challenged himself to sleep in a different girl's bed or apartment every night, resulting in him drifting randomly around town As for Duke, except for his posts on the wall of shame, Felicia could barely confirm he existed. The others she had found accounts for in five minutes, but she spent over an hour searching for him with barely any results. So much fruitless time had passed searching that before she knew it Sarah was calling her out for dinner.

Closing her laptop with a sigh, Felicia cracked her knuckles as she headed for the door. Part of her wanted to head out without even eating. She knew those frat boys would be active right now, prowling parties for pretty prey, but she also knew that she was tired herself. She had gotten up early this morning to tease her sisters and, beside a few quick snacks while watching over Beth, she hadn't eaten all day. Going out to frat parties tired and on an empty stomach was a recipe for disaster, and exactly the type of behavior she would chastise her younger siblings for when they were in college.

No. She might be the Liberatrix, but she was also a big sister. Even though they were all adults she should still try and set a good example. So tonight, she would be good. She would eat a full meal, go to bed at a reasonable hour, and only have a couple of drinks. Tomorrow she would be the Liberatrix, and tomorrow she would begin her ****.

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