It was a gorgeous day and Portia and her guests were down by the pool. Portia basked on a sun lounger luxuriating in the heat. She wore a rather modest one-piece swimming costume that revealed her shapely curves but hid the pink glow that still touched her buttocks. As usual she wore her wide sunhat and dark glasses. She liked the glasses, they allowed her to keep an eye on things without being too obvious.
Susan and Natassia were young and clearly beguiled with each other. They frolicked in the pool in the way young people do. Portia grinned, shaking her head, it was all hopelessly romantic, and she wondered if she had ever been so young. Thinking back on some of her own escapades she nodded to herself, oh yes, and then some.
Cassius and Martin were sitting together conversing casually, probably discussing business Portia thought. She wasn't too taken with Martin, the man had done nothing to offend her, was polite, urbane, and obviously a skilled businessman, but something about him set her teeth on edge. Her eyes were drawn to the man's personal assistant, and she subconsciously drummed her fingers on the arm of the sun lounger as she pondered.
Margaret was sitting at the edge of the pool looking into the water apparently lost in thought. She also wore a fairly modest one-piece swimming costume and Portia wondered at what marks she might be hiding. She suspected the girl had been limping ever so slightly as they all made their way to the pool earlier. Susan and Natassia had spent time talking to the young woman, trying to entice her to swim with them and Portia recalled how she had declined with a smile. There was something about that smile she thought. The girl's eyes looked just a little haunted and Portia found herself looking across at Martin again as her fingers continued to drum slowly on the arm of the sun lounger.
Cassius entered the pool to cool himself. He couldn't help but watch the two young women splashing about in their skimpy costumes. He grinned and looked away, otherwise he might be having an embarrassing conversation with his wife as he tried to explain his growing erection.
It didn't help when Susan and Natassia splashed over and breathlessly leaned back against the edge of the pool next to him. Natassia was happily taking in the sun, but he saw Susan looking at him and biting her lower lip nervously. He turned his head to her and asked in a quiet voice, "Is there something you'd like to ask me, Susan?"
The girl blushed, "Sorry", she mumbled, looking down at the water, "you have both been so very kind to me and I was wondering why you let me stay here?"
Cassius grinned, "Oh, we're white slavers and once we have our evil way with you, we'll sell you on. You too Natassia, it won't be long now, just you wait and see."
The girls laughed and giggled at his joke and Portia raised her head from her book.
Cassius looked at Susan and his voice was gentle, "This is Portia's house and I think she lets you stay because she likes you."
He grinned, "Though I doubt very much she would ever, ever admit to being so soft."
Looking down into the girl's eyes he saw that she had another question, "What is it Susan, I can see you're dying to ask something?"
The blonde girl blushed furiously and stammered, "It's Portia, she's so collected and so calm but she's so passionate with you. I never thought of her being like that."
"You guys make a lot of noise" added Natassia dryly.
Cassius burst out laughing, he couldn't help it and his eyes were bright with humour as he turned to the blonde, "I'll tell you a secret about Portia but must keep it to yourself. I get to dominate her in the bedroom and the sex is just fantastic, but if she thought for a second, I was taking her for granted she would discard me like a used chew-toy."
He looked at his wife and smiled. "I have a reputation of being a very successful, and sometimes a very ruthless businessman, but I react like most blokes do I suppose, I thump my chest and posture, I'm quick to anger and I think quick to forgive, but not my Portia. Hell no. She almost never gets angry, and she
never
forgives. Anyone crossing my little Portia or trying to boss her around when she doesn't want to will be taking their balls home in a cup if they're lucky that is."
"Besides", he said, as he casually splashed them both in the face with water as he swam off, leaving the girls spluttering in his wake.
"I have a huge dick and I'm a fantastic lover so clearly she's my sex toy."
Portia looked up, "I heard that."
"Yes, dear."
Portia closed her book and stood. "If you two boring men are going to talk business all day, I'm going to take the girls for a picnic."
She kneeled at the edge of the pool and leaned down to whisper sweetly in her husband's ear, "You don't mind if your little sex toy goes off to have some fun without you for a few hours do you, dear?"
Not bothering to wait for an answer she looked up at Martin and smiled broadly, "Oh Martin, would it be okay if I borrow your PA for the afternoon. I promise to do my best to have her back before dark?"
Caught by surprise and unable to think of a polite way of refusing he smiled and nodded, "Sure thing, off you go Margaret, you have some fun, I'll see you later."
The redhead smiled but concealed a shudder at his words.
Soon enough the four women were dressed in summer clothes of shorts and tops as Portia drove along a narrow track in a luxury SUV. Chef had prepared a picnic and they were equipped with blankets towels and fresh swimwear. Susan and Natassia sat in the back of the vehicle giggling and chatting like schoolgirls while Portia made seemingly idle conversation with Margaret. It took the woman about three minutes of chatting to figure out that something was definitely off.
Portia parked the vehicle at the end of the track, and steadfastly refusing to answer any questions she led her charges along a narrow path on foot. After a short walk the path ended in a spectacular curved horseshoe-shaped bay of golden white sand and crystal blue water. The bay was sheltered from the breeze and the warm sun heated the sand and water perfectly. Portia took in the view and sighed contentedly as the blankets and picnic accouterment were spread out. After a light lunch with perhaps more than a little wine Susan and Natassia went swimming, or more likely to find some private nook to indulge themselves, while Porta and Margaret sat on the blanket under the warm sun and talked.
By the time the girls returned Portia had teased the story from the redhead, who sat weeping and shuddering in horror at the memories. Seeing the distressed state of the girl Susan and Natassia both cried out and hugged her close.
Portia left them alone and walked down to the beach where she threw stones into the water for a bit. Her arm whipped around, and she grunted with effort as she threw the stones as far and as hard as she could. By the time she had returned to the three girls her arm ached, but her composure had returned. She saw that Susan and Natassia had their arms wrapped around Margaret who was still taking shuddering breaths but was no longer sobbing.
Smiling she announced, "Let's go back and we'll see if we can do something about this shall we?"
The picnic and blankets were quickly gathered up and they made their way back to the vehicle. There was little conversation as they walked back along the path, though Susan and Natassia held Margret's hands and murmured reassurances to the girl.
Portia stopped as they reached the vehicle, seeing the figure leaning casually against its bonnet. The man rose to his feet with a wide grin as the women approached. He wore camouflage fatigues and other military gear and had a formidable-looking pistol holstered at his side, but her eyes were drawn to the wicked-looking knife he casually held in his hand. Other figures emerged from the undergrowth surrounding the women. They were a rough-looking bunch, all heavily armed and grinning hungrily at them. One of them made a lewd comment and clutched at his groin as a few of the others laughed unpleasantly.
The man flicked his cigarette away and sneered, "Well, what have we here? Four lost lambs wandering in the woods."
The younger women clustered together as the men moved closer and Natassia gave a little shriek as she felt one of them slide a hand across the back of her shorts.
Portia stepped forward, "What do you want Cortez?"
