Consequences

Portia sat across from her husband and told him everything. He was normally an amiable soul, but she knew that beneath his affable persona he had a temper and she saw the fury burning ever more brightly behind his eyes.

"You knew! You fucking knew that bastard was lurking about someplace and you still went off for a damned picnic without even taking Gunter for security."

"His smuggling habits have been useful in the past, so I tolerated him, and he's never bothered anyone from the villa before. Very rarely he stumbles onto a tourist and a ransom is paid but so far nobody's been hurt. I pay him well and I thought I could control him through his greed."

She looked down at the tablecloth and whispered, "It appears I was mistaken."

"What of Natassia and Susan? Will he harm them?"

"I think so."

"And you left them," he growled.

Portia looked up at her husband and for the briefest of moments, he thought he saw her lower lip tremble, "My choices were limited. If I pushed it, I think he would have kept us all."

Her voice quivered, "I'm sorr-"

Cassius snarled and savagely hurled the table aside; cutlery and china flew in all directions, and he towered above her. "Get out of my sight!"

She fled.

Taking a deep, shuddering breath Cassius tried to master the anger he felt and failed.

"Fuck it!"

He turned on his heel and stalked towards the villa.

Martin sat in his suite drinking a cup of coffee and checking stock options as he thought about Margaret.

"

It was a pity the bandits hadn't managed to get their hands on her as well

", he mused, kneading his growing erection through his trousers as he imagined the things they would have done to her.

"

I bet they would have taught her a thing or

..."

His pleasant musing ended abruptly as the bedroom door exploded open with a crash.

Cassius strode into the room and took the startled man by the throat. Dragging the struggling figure to the balcony he snarled, "Don't speak! If you say a single fucking word I'll throw you headfirst off this balcony, understand?"

Goggle-eyed the man could only nod as he tried vainly to shift the iron fingers that had locked around his throat like a vice.

"Whatever your deal is with Margaret it's over! I'll pay whatever she owes, and you'll leave her be".

Cassius pulled the man's face close and seeing the murderous rage in his eyes Martin could only nod in terror as he tried vainly to breathe.

"Good! Because if I hear you've bothered her, or gone near her, or if I just happen to be in a bad fucking mood one day, I won't just destroy you, I'll kill you."

He released the shaking man who collapsed blubbering onto the floor, taking in great mouthfuls of air as he gasped and wheezed for breath.

"The plane has been refuelled. Get your shit and get the fuck off my island."

He turned and strode from the room.

It had been a thoroughly horrible night. Portia paced about her bedroom and fretted. She hadn't slept and her husband hadn't come near her or spoken a word to her.

She looked up as the door opened and Cassius entered. His shoulders were slumped and there was pain in his eyes. "The ransom's been paid and they're back."

"How are they?"

"Natassia's in shock I think, and Susan's been hurt."

"What happened to S- "

"What the fuck do you think happened to her!" he bellowed.

Portia wrung her hands in front of her and could only stare, mutely.

The big man looked at her for a long moment before turning away, "I'm going to get the doctor."

He paused in the doorway and spoke in a slightly gentler voice, "For what it's worth Martin is gone. Margaret is free."

Then he left.

Portia stared after him for what seemed an age before her face crumpled and she slumped to the bed sobbing. For an age, she held her head in her hands in abject misery as huge tears rolled down her cheeks.

Sensing a presence, the woman looked up to see Gunter standing silently in the doorway, and not for the first time she wondered how a man that big could move so quietly. She sniffed and wiped her nose as she stood. Taking a deep shuddering breath, she composed herself.

Looking at his eyes she answered his unasked question, "No, it's alright. This is on me; I deserve what's coming."

She stepped closer to the man her dark eyes looked unblinkingly into his and she whispered, "There is something I want you to do for me though."

Gunter listened as she explained, gave a brief nod and left without a word.

Hours later Cassius entered the room. He pointed at the bed frame as he slid his belt free and commanded, "Get your ass over that."

Unbidden Portia swiftly removed her trousers and panties and bent over the end of the bed. She gripped the bedframe, straightened her legs, and braced herself. She knew this wasn't going to be some playful bit of foreplay, not this time.

The crack of the belt caught her by surprise, and she yelped in pain almost immediately. Cassius slashed the belt down on her tightly curved ass again and again, and she shuddered and clutched the bedframe more tightly. His arm rose and fell and the sound of the belt whipping through the air and cracking on the taught skin of her rounded posterior filled the room. She shrieked and cried in pain, but he was relentless, and before he was satisfied every square millimetre of her ass was burning scarlet and she was wailing and blubbering like a child.

Cassius hurled the belt away from him and slumped down on the bed. His breathing was ragged, and he looked down at his hands trembling as the rage left him.

"I shouldn't have done that, I'm sorry."

He turned to his wife and his shoulders shook, "You could have been hurt, and the idea of losing you just terrified me. That's why I was so angry."

He looked down at his hands again, "I was frightened."

He gazed at his wife who was lying curled on her side looking up at him with huge dark eyes. Her ass glowed red, and tears had streaked her face. He began to speak again but paused as she suddenly slithered forward and began to fumble with the front of his trousers. In seconds she had freed his member.

"Er, I don't understa... OH MY GOD!" he cried at the sensations as she pounced on him, engulfing his sex.

She devoured every millimetre of him until her nose was buried against his pubic hair. Running her lips up and down his member, she worked his cock with a passion, sucking and licking his entire length. He tried to slow her down as she moved back and forth along his dick, but she was having none of it and moved her head up and down with increased ferocity until he shuddered and came with a cry, pumping deep down her throat. Maintaining eye contact she swallowed everything with barely a blink, before releasing him with a contented sigh of satisfaction. He was still shuddering when she slid her hot mouth back over his member and began nuzzling him far more gently.

"Does this mean I'm forgiven then?" he stammered.

She looked up at him, lips still wrapped around his cock and nodded.

"Good, because that was only half the thrashing you deserve. You'll be getting the other half tomorrow night."

She considered biting him but changed her mind when he started to kiss her.

It was midway through the next morning when Portia checked her telephone before making her way to Susan's bedroom. She hesitated at the door, unsure of herself for once, before nervously, almost timidly knocking on the wood. A voice answered from within, and taking a breath she let herself in.

Susan was lying on the bed staring out the window with a blank look on her face. Her normally bright blue eyes seemed almost dull and unfocused. Natassia sat on the bed by her side holding her gently and Portia saw that the girl had been crying. A tray containing an untouched breakfast sat neglected on the bedstand.

Portia hesitated, shifting her weight nervously before she spoke, "It would be easier to say I was here to see how you were, but that's not why I came. I came to apologise. What happened was my fault. I made a miscalculation and you suffered for it."

Susan didn't stir.

"But that's not why I came either really. I came to say how brave I thought you were."

Natassia watched as the woman moved across the bedroom and wincing, she gingerly sat on the bed next to the blonde girl.

"You might think that prick Cortez forced you but that's not how I see it. I think you made a choice."

Susan's whisper was bitter, "Yea, I chose to be his slut."

"No Susan. You chose to save your friend."

On the other side of the bed, Natassia looked away, tears trickling down her face.

Portia took the girl's hand in her own and squeezed tightly, "I don't think I know anyone else, including myself, with that kind of guts and

that's

what I really wanted to say."

Susan's eyes flicked towards the older woman.

Portia winced as she stood. She moved towards the door but paused, "Oh, Cortez is dead by the way. Some kind of fatal accident I believe. It seems he broke most of the bones in his body and then fell off a cliff".

Natassia looked confused, "He broke his bones and

then

he fell off a cliff".

Portia's lip twitched ever so slightly, and she shrugged, "Apparently".

The older woman winced again as she turned to leave and one of her hands subconsciously moved to her posterior.

A muffled voice came from the bed, "He really gave it to you good, didn't he?"

Without thinking she half turned, "He certainly did, and he means to give it to me again toni- "

She paused, "How did you know that?"

Susan gave the woman a heartbreakingly fragile smile and gestured wearily towards the balcony, "We hear everything".

Portia's eyes went as wide as saucers, "Everything?"

"Everything."

The woman blushed an interesting shade of pink, "Oh bugger."

Susan gave her a faint grin, "Yup, that too".