Ravaged
Ravaged
Ravaged
by
Frances Rolfe
Fandom: Highlander: The Series
Rating: NC-17, slash, mm/f/m/f/m, rape, beastiality, violence
Characters: Duncan, Methos, Amanda
Key: *** flashback ****** scene change, Italics thoughts
Time: Post TB,NTB
To Rory Pascal, who helped me to see that my writing wasn't anything to be ashamed of.
Summary: Duncan is confronted by an old, forgotten enemy.
Chapter 1 Summary: Amanda has planned a diversion for MacLeod, much to his chagrin.
Disclaimer: Panzer/Davis owns Highlander and the characters. I merely borrow them with no monetary recompense.
Chapter 1
"TIGER IN THE TANK"
Duncan sat at his desk in his loft apartment above the dojo. He rubbed his eyes in an attempt to obliterate the
nightmarish images he'd dreamed again last night. He'd had them ever since he'd been held captive and almost killed by
Fiona Campbell. The dreams were mere shadows of dark places, chains and pain.
Feeling an unseen cloud of depression forming hovering above him, he shrugged off his gloomy thoughts and sipped
some coffee out of the mug on the desktop. His gaze lifted to the wall calendar just above him. May 17th. It was hard
to believe it had been three years since Richie's death. The tall, dark Scot paused. Within himself he realized he felt sad
and lonely but not severely depressed. Duncan missed Richie's laughter and teasing. He mentally visualized the young
Immortal's carrot-top and expressive blue eyes. Duncan chuckled. He even missed Richie's girl chasing. Most of all,
MacLeod missed his former student's friendship.
"Yap!Yap!Yap!Yap!"
MacLeod heard his erstwhile pet, Shakespeare, the black Labrador puppy, barking. He felt a cold, wet nose nuzzle into
his bronzed palm. Duncan scratched the animal's ears and petted his head. Shakespeare had doubled in size over the
past six months. The Highlander had found the small puppy shivering and cold in an alley near the dojo last Christmas
Eve. Shakespeare was now in his gangling stage, all legs and huge paws. The animal would eventually grow very large.
"You want outside, fella?" he asked the dog.
Shakespeare responded with a series of barks, tail wagging and shivering all over in his delight.
>Dun>Duncan laughed. "Okay, C'mon."
The Highlander grabbed his lightweight tan duster off the coat rack and headed toward the side entrance of his loft on
the fifth floor. He reached for the pup's leash and somehow contained the dog long enough to snap it in place. Patting
his katana and making sure it was situated comfortably inside his long coat, Duncan opened the door. Shakespeare
bulldozed his way past MacLeod and galloped down the stairway. "Hey, wait for me." he called out, hurrying on down
the steps to catch up with his charge.
As the dog made a break for the street, Duncan stepped onto the end of the tether. He picked up its end and slipped his
lefist ist through the loop, Shakespeare tugging him on down the alley to the street. Duncan warned, "You're going to
have to attend obedience school, Mister."
The man and dog walked the two blocks over to a nearby park. Duncan reached down and unsnapped Shakespeare's
leash and watched the animal bound across the grassy spanse. Duncan laughed as Shakespeare sniffed a dozen places
before he paused long enough to attend to his bodily functions.
MacLeod ed oed over to a green wooden bench and sat down. He followed the young dog's progress as it chased a
butterfly, a cardinal and a squirrel, to no avail. MacLeod ran his hands through his collar-length dark brown hair. Being
outdoors and watching his dog relaxed him. It helped squelch the images that now haunted him. He needed a change of
scene, something different to take his mind off them. He didn't think they were real; he'd remember experiencing pain in
a dank chamber. They were mere figments of his imagination. That was all.
Duncan glanced over toward his dog. "Come back here, mutt," he lovingly called. The Highlander from Glenfinnan still
couldn't believe he was a dog owner. Joe Dawson, his Watcher and best friend, still teased him unmercifully.
After a while he got up and crossed the grassy lawn to catch up to the wanderingkespkespeare. It was then he felt the
nauseous, headachy sensation of an approaching Immortal. Duncan's brown eyes, immediately alert, cast around for the
unknown presence.
"MacLeod!" a cheery voice called. Duncan spotted Amanda crossing the busy intersection into the park. She appeared
the same perky woman except for her hair that was now bleached white blond. Her quickening seemed a lot stronger
than it had the last time they'd met.
AmanAmanda Darieux wore a simple light blue linen dress, its hem well above her knees. Her outfit was completed with a
pair of cream colored, high heeled shoes and a jaunty sailor-type, cream colored hat perched on the left side of her
head. The female Immortal's ecru shaded cape housing her sword flapped in the May afternoon breeze.
"Duncan!" she loudly called as she rushed into the Scot's open embrace. His sensuous mouth closed over her
lipstick-shaded lips in a prolonged kiss. As the embrace continued Amanda slipped her fingernails beneath Duncan's
blue polo shirt, teasing his ribs and back with long caresses.
"Yap, yap, yap, yap, yap," demanded Shakespeare, who'd returned to his master only to find him being amused by
someone other than himself. The animal began running around the embracing couple and loudly barking.
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Amanda stepped apart from Duncan's arms and disdainfully perused the pet. "What is that?" she demanded of the Scot.
Duncan heartily laughed and kissed the tip of Amanda's turned-up nose. He then bent down and embraced
Shakespeare. "Amanda, meet Shakespeare," Duncan introduced. "Shakespeare, this is Auntie 'Manda."
"I'll be damned, Duncan MacLeod!" the Immortal retorted, placing her hands now in fists on her hips. "I am not kin to dog dog!" she vehemently rebuked.
Shakespeare, meanwhile, twisted his head back and forth to wonder who that crazy woman was?
MacLeod glanced down at Shakespeare, then over at Amanda's pouting visage. He threw back his head and burst out
laughing. "Amanda, you should see your face!" he spurted out between giggles.
Amanda made a feeble attempt to keep a serious look on her face, but soon resorted to laughter. The dog sat down on
his haunches, his long pink tongue lolling out the side of his mouth.
* * * * * *
Later that day after an early dinner of chicken salad, fresh fruit and buttered French toast, the Immortal couple
stretched out on the couch. Duncan was half reclining on the over stuffed leather sofa. His left foot was extended and
his right one rested on the floor. Amanda was curled up inside the Scot's left shoulder, her body between the
Highlander's legs. She rubbed herself along Duncan's groin and began inching her fingers beneath his shirt. "Duncan?"
"Hmm-mm?"
"I've missed you," Amanda softly spoke to the Highlander. She pushed up from her tantalizing position, her dress now
barely covering her hips.
MacLeod raised his arms and allowed her to pull his shirt over his head. The garment was tossed behind the couch.
Duncan reached around Amanda and unzipped her dress, tugging the bodice off her arms. "Ditch this," he instructed,
tugging at the now wrinkled dress bunched up around her waist.
"No, I don't want to move," she smirked.
MacLeod made a derogatory noise but proceeded to wriggle the dress off Amanda's tiny waist and slim thighs. The
woman ground her hips enticingly over Duncan's burgeoning erection. After unsnapping the Scot's slacks, she opened
the zipper.
The Highlander closed his eyes and sighed, "I missed you, Amanda. You have that special touch."
Amanda trailed leisurely wet kisses from Duncan's navel to his groin. The short-cropped beauty opened her
heavy-lidded seductress eyes to Duncan and responded, "Um-hum. It's been much too long."
The Highlander unfastened Amanda's bra and lifted the woman up to his face. He first kissed her cheeks and lips and
then trailed down her chest to capture one, then the other breast in his full sensual lips.
Amanda drew fine lines up and down Duncan's shaft with her long fingernails. When Duncan's member was fully
aroused, she moved her hand to the Scot's heavy sacs hanging between his legs. The blonde burrowed her lithe body
lower onto Mac's torso, separating his legs even further apart. She delicately lifted his testicles into her warm hand and
led led the treasures they held.
"Oh, woman, stop! You'll be the death of me," he feverishly murmured.
Amanda's chest rumbled with a devilish chuckle. "I sincerely hope so, Highlander. I sincerely hope so." Saying this, she
lowered her mouth to his erection, swallowing it into a seemingly bottomless warm depth. All the while she massaged
and fondled his gems.
Duncan growled and flipped Amanda onto her back. Spreading her legs, he plunged his heavy, hard shaft to the tip of
Amanda's vagina. He moved in and out, teasing and tantalizing the fiery Immortal's body and mind. Amanda dug her
nails into the Highlander's back and latched onto his left nipple with her teeth. Both of them elevated each other to the
very heights of ecstasy. The air surrounding the couple seemed charged with sparks of electricity.
A shout, "Oh, yes!" coupled with a husky bellow, "Dear God, Amanda!" The two culminated in a blending of sexual
nectar.
After long shudders, the pair collapsed in each other's arms and lay there unmoving. Finally, Duncan lifted his
perspiration-soaked head and asked, "Manda, do ye mind if we move over to that nice big bed over there? I'm getting
too old for this."
The thief snickered as Duncan stood on unsteady legs and dragged the beauty up to him. Somehow, the pair made it to
the bed in one piece. Neither Duncan nor Amanda slept very much that night.
* * * * * *
The bright Seacouver sun shone through the loft's windows. Amanda Darieux slept on her stomach, her left hand
drooped to the floor, the sheet barely covering her. As she drifted slowly to wakefulness, she felt a warm rough tongue
lap her palm. It then trailed up her long fingers to treat her with a massaging lubrication. It eventually progressed to the
ticklish spot in the bend of her arm. "Oh, Duncan, stop. Let me sleep," she begged.
"Stop what?" a baritone voice asked as the door to the lift opened and the Highlander exited into the large, single
room.
Amanda blinked her eyes upon seeing the Scot standing across the room instead of licking her fingers. She shifted her
vision to the bedside and saw a large, black dog watching her every move. "Dun-can-nnn!" The startled naked woman
jumped out of bed and streaked over to the Highlander's arms. "That beast has to go!"
MacLeod giggled as he hugged the indomitable female Immortal.
Amanda's face twisted up as she thought to herself. I'll pay you back for this, Duncan MacLeod. Just you wait and see.
The unsuspecting Highlander separated himself and went into the kitchen to brew a pot of coffee. He also reached into
a canister on the counter and gave Shakespeare a dog biscuit.
"It's been over a year since we saw each other, Duncan," Amanda commented as she slipped into one of MacLeod's
pajama tops. "What have you been up to?"
Duncan removed two coffee mugs from the cabinet and crossed over to her. "Not too much. I've reopened the dojo. I
hired Gene Lockhart to run the place for me. Reed has a youth group that meets here every Tuesday."
"Sounds like you've been busy. Who's Reed?"
"Lt. Reed Bennett of the S.P.D. He's in charge of an Inner City Youth Group," MacLeod replied.
Amanda lifted an eyebrow. "You have the police around here, children and now dogs. What next, MacLeod? A white
picket fence?"
Duncan smiled. "Hardly. Enough about me, what have you been up to?"
"Oh, I've just been meandering around," Amanda commented. "I was wondering how you were, especially this time of
year, Richie's death and all."
A frown crossed the handsome Scot's face followed by a look of sadness. "It's been three years, Amanda. I've put that
behind me."
"Not if I know you, MacLeod, and I think I do pretty well," she softly countered.
Duncan sighed, rising to set their empty coffee cups in the sink. He then returned to where Amanda sat and looked
down at her. Her left knee was bent, its foot resting on the chair's seat, which revealed a provocative length of hip and
thigh. Leaning over, the Scot softly kissed her forehead. "I'm all right. Really, I am."
Amanda sniffed as if to say she didn't believe that for a second. "Anyway, Duncan, I have a friend who's opening a club.
She's asked me to find an act for opening night."
"You, a talent agent?" MacLeod questioned.
"And what's wrong with that? I know a lot of people. Besides, I thought we might put something together."
"We?" The Scot stood atenateningly over the woman who had her best 'total innocence' look on her face. "Just who's
we?"
Amanda pouted. "I thought we could work up a dance number together." She unfolded her legs and stood up, winding
her arms around the Highlander's neck and began picking at unseen lint on his white T-shirt. "After all, we danced on
top of the Eiffel Tower didn't we?"
MacLeod withdrew her arms and stepped back a pace. "Amanda, I don't do clubs, you know that."
"But, MacLeod, just this once? Pretty please, hummm?" she wheedled.
"Amanda."
The Immortal smiled. She had him hook, line and sinker. I have a few surprises for you, Clan Chieftain, she thought to
herself, that you won't forget."
After MacLeod had gone downstairs to the dojo, Amanda picked up the telephone and dialed a number. After several
rings, a voice declared, "Pierson."
"Methos, it's me, Amanda. It's working like a charm."
"I still say MacLeod will never do it," Methos, a.k.a. Adam Pierson, countered. "Don't forget, you're to fulfill every
part of the bet or you'll forfeit."
The woman Immortal sat down on the couch. "I'll get Mac up on that stage as a male stripper. Just you wait and see."
She paused. "I can see him now."
No way, Amanda, not MacLeod, Methos silently averred. Aloud, he said, "If he doesn't do the whole act, the
full-monte, you'll owe me $5000.00."
Amanda's face broke into her best 'the cat that just ate the canary' look. "I won't lose. Duncan MacLeod hasn't a chance
once I have made up my mind."
* * * * * *
"But, Duncan, all you have to do is get up on the stage and dance," Amanda reassured the hesitant Scot.
The dojo was closed and the two Immortals were by themselves in MacLeod's office. Shakespeare was curled up in a
corner. Mac watched Amanda as she sat on top of his desk, her knees crossed, red sun dress hiked to her slim hips, and
her dress' bodice sleeveless and cut low, leaving very little to the Scot's imagination. As she leaned down toward the
Scot, he was afforded an additional provocative view of her abundant cleavage. She might just as well have walked in
here naked, he silently observed, unconsciously exhaling a long sigh.
Amanda, well aware of her lover's thoughts, kicked off her sandals and swung her legs around so that she faced
MacLeod, who wore gray sweats and a T-shirt, leaned back in his chair and wondered what the little vixen was up to.
Nothing was ever simple when it came to Amanda.
"MacLeod, would I lie to you?" she pleaded, batting her eyes. Her left foot found its way to the Highlander's chest. She
wiggled her bare toes dragging them to the Scot's groin which began to show some life. "Please, Duncan? I need just
this one favor," she seductively begged.
Duncan drew in a sharp breath as Amanda's other foot found its way to his nether region. She proceeded to knead his
sexual equipment with her feet as would a cat. "Look, 'Manda. . ." he began.
Amanda jumped down from her perch and dragged the Highlander from his chair and out of the office. She leaned in
and kissed the Scot, dag heg her tongue into his mouth. Deftly, she pushed the Immortal down on a bench until his legs
straddled the narrow plank of wood and his back was in a reclining position. Amanda slowly licked her lips, then in one
smooth motion, pulled her sun dress up and over her head, tossing it on the floor. Witt wht white lace panties and bra
remaining on her torso, she paraded across the gleaming wood floor to a wall rack that held two swords. Amanda slid
one out and approached the Scot.
If it had been anyone but Amanda, Duncan would have been on his feet in a heartbeat, but she had an imaginative brain
and always treated him to a good time. His dilated chestnut eyes watched her every move.
The woman stepped over the bench until she straddled it just beyond Duncan's legs.ppinpping the sword's tip beneath
the Scot's shirt, she ripped it in two. Duncan shrugged out of the pieces. Amanda licked her lips in anticipation as she
then severed the ties of his cotton pants. She paused and tested the sharpness of the sword's blade before stabbing a
neat hole near his groin. Amanda smiled seeing her prey's eyes widen in suppressed trepidation. She dug the blade
down between the two layers of material and sliced the sweat pants and briefs into two halves. The lady Immortal then
set aside the blade and gathered the remnants of his clothing into a bundle; her face gleamed with anticipation of her
impending treat.
"Wait, just one more thing," she breathlessly panted. Enng tng the office, Amanda picked up a freshly-filled water
pitcher before she closed the office door, ensuring their privacy from MacLeod's pet.
Amanda reached in and removed a piece of ice from the ice water. She then straddled the bench and leaned forward
over MacLeod's length. Making sure her breasts rested exactly over his sex tools, she sucked on the ice before holding
it to Duncan's lips. Mesmerized, she watched him suck on the hard, melting cube.
A few drops of icy liquid dripped onto the Scot's stomach which elicited a sucked in breath and shiver up his spine. He
watched her remove the ice cube and roll it around his left nipple, then his right. The beautiful woman replaced the ice
with her cold lips and sucked on each of the Scot's aerolae. The former thief then trailed her tongue and the ice cube to
Duncan's navel, also treating that spot to a healthy feast of cold ice and hot lips. Amanda wiggled her breasts over
Duncan's penis and testicles.
MacLeod, whose body was now on full copulation alert, picked up the sword, sliced apart her bra and panties and
added them to the pile of clothes on the floor. His Immortal naked body glistened with perspiration. Duncan saw and
felt the pressure of his hard, dripping shaft; he felt the creeping flames of impending ejaculation inside him and knew he
couldn't hold off much longer.
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Cognizant of her companion's readiness, Amanda stood and lowered herself onto MacLeod's rigid rod. She leaned
forward and sucked on the ice as she kissed him and shared her icy treat. Each of them moved faster and faster into a
rhythm as old as time itself. Having been lovers for over three hundred years, she knew him intimately. He was at his
pinnacle and she quickly joined him. They peaked and exploded into the other's moist depths.
Amanda remained in Duncan's arms, but directly raised up and mouthed the ice cube that had melted into a shard. With
a wicked grin, she dropped it into his navel. MacLeod roared and bucked Amanda off him, pulling himself up from his
cramped position on the bench.
Hearing his master's yell, the Labrador woke up and barked, jumping against the closed door.
Amanda groaned, "Your child is calling you, MacLeod."
* * * * * *
"What's the difference in a name? It is a reputable establishment. Would I lie to you, darling?"
MacLeod frowned, "It wouldn't be the first time."
Before Amanda could respond to Duncan's remark, both felt the approach of another Immortal and heard a knock at
the side door. Duncan cautiously opened it to find another familiar face, sporting a wide smirk, leaning against the
frame. "Methos."
"Hi, Mac. How are things? Who else is here?" Methos replied, feeling the sensation of a second Immortal.
"Methos, darling," Amanda welcomed, walking up to the ancient Immortal and pecking him on the side of his face.
"Amanda," Methos returned and exchanged a prolonged sagacious look with her that the Highlander failed to see.
MacLeod walked to the refrigerator, removed two malt liquors and tossed one of them in Methos' direction. The older
Immortal deftly caught it, popped the top and drank a hefty swig. He then grabbed a chair and dangled his left leg over
its arm as he swallowed another drink of the brew.
MacLeod's eyes narrowed. "You know, Methos, you drink beer like others drink water."
The ancient's face cracked into a small grin. "That's because water wasn't fit to drink until the last few centuries."
Amanda took the other one from MacLeod's outstretched hand and sat on the black leather couch. "Duncan, you're still
a baby compared to the two of us."
"I am not," MacLeod rebutted and stalked over to the refrigerator. He removed a bottle of water and swigged on it.
Methos glanced aside at his fellow conspirator. "At least I don't have to change my diaper, Mac, afteafter 5000 years."
Amanda sputtered out the drink of lager she had just swallowed and choked down a laugh.
Duncan's lower lip pouted. "Not funny, Methos." He then swung his gaze to Amanda. "And don't forget who you're
sleeping with tonight," he admonished her.
The ancient drank the last drop of beer and crushed the can. He leaned toward Amanda and pointed a finger toward
MacLeod's face. "Look at his lower lip. See what I mean?"
Duncan's bed partner laughed again and nodded.
About this time, Shakespeare decided he wanted to take part in the fun. He had been asleep in a far corner of the loft.
Slipping over toward the newcomer, he poked his cold nose against Methos' neck.
The Immortal yelled and jumped up. "What the bloody hell?"
Now it was MacLeod's turn to laugh. "Methos, meet Shakespeare."
Shakespeare wagged his tail and yawned, then barked several times.
Methos pointed toward the dog. "What is that?"
Amanda grinned. "That is a dog, a large black dog."
Duncan leaned over and hugged his pet, rubbing the animal's chest and sides. "Actually, he\ pup puppy, a Labrador."
Methos looked askance. "If you say so, MacLeod."
Shakespeare wanted outside. The Highlander grabbed the dog's leash and exited through the side door.
When the Scot was safely out of the building, Amanda looked over at the ancient. "Did you bring the jewels?"
"Yes. Do you have the cash? You know, I'm still not too fond of this idea."
"Yes, I have the money. Methos, with it being the time of year it is and the anniversary of Richie's death, MacLeod
could use a laugh."
Methos shook his head. "I don't think Mac will find this too humorous."
"Maybe not," she replied, "but, I will. Besides, I've always wanted to see Duncan do a strip tease," Amanda added with
a wicked laugh.
Methos rose effortlessly and went to the refrigerator to procure another can of brew. "Am, wi, with a little work and a
lot of luck, you'll get your wish." The oldest Immortal's mouth turned up at the left corner. "I don't think I'd want to
stick around too long after it's over, if I were you."
The woman smiled. "It will be worth it, Methos."
* * * * * *
"Mac, sway your hips more, dip your shoulder as you take off your shirt," Amanda instructed the Highlander.
MacLeod halted and stared at his female instructor. "What do you mean, take off my shirt?"
"C'mon, Mac, cooperate," Methos interjected as he sprawled on a bench ie doe dojo.
Duncan wore a long sleeved white satin shirt with unbuttoned cuffs and brown linen slacks. He hesid a d a long
moment, then shrugged his muscular shoulders in resignation.
Amanda restarted the slow jazz music and swung into Duncan's arms. She completed the first turn and as she did so,
unbuttoned two of MacLeod's shirt buttons. With her next dip she unfastened the remaining ones until his shirt hung
open. Duncan twisted her around and the lady slid his shirt off his shoulders. His chest was now bare.
Each time MacLeod swung Amanda, he tried to reach for Amanda's top, but she deftly evaded his hands. The former
thief bent backwards over MacLeod's arm. As she came up, she plucked the metal fastener of MacLeod's slacks. On her
next pass, she snatched his zipper down and yanked the slacks down around his ankles, his white briefs clinging tightly
to his muscular hips and derriere.
Duncan flushed a brilliant red and stopped. Methos burst out laughing, unable to contain his mirth any longer.
"Amanda!" MacLeod stormed, reaching down to tug his pants back into place. "What kind of a place is this and just
what sort of dance are you planning?" He backed the devious little schemer into the weights rack.
"It's like this, Duncan. . ."
MacLeod leered until their noses almost touched. "I'm waiting."
Amanda ducked beneath his arm and darted over to hide behind Methos. The oldest Immortal stepped aside. "Don't get
me into this," as he playfully thrust her away from him.
"Well, Duncan, it's like this," she began in a whisper. "It's a women's club. You're to be a male dancer," she finished,
swallowing hard.
MacLeod leaned over her and with clenched teeth, tersely spat out, "Excuse me? A women's club? You want me to b str strr?"r?" His fury rode just below the surface. Now, he had heard it all.
"Well-ll, yes," she meekly answered. "But, Duncan, it's just this once and there isn't anyone else as talented as you and
I'll be there with you and it won't be so bad and . . ."
"Shut up!" hered.red. "Not one more word!" With that, MacLeod stalked over to the lift and inserted his key.
Before he could close the gate, Amanda jumped into the elevator with him and flung herself into his arms.
Methos laughed as he watched the couple disappear from sight. Looking over into the corner, he saw Shakespeare.
"He left you down here, too, huh? Well, come on. Let's leave them alone for a while." He picked up the dog's leash and
snapped it onto its collar before following the animal out the front door.
* * * * * *
"Amanda!"
"Duncan, wait a minute."
MacLeod sat in a dressing room at the 'Chez La Femme.' His dark brown hair hung in waves just below his collar. He
wore a maroon dressing gown and was allowing the female Immortal to put the finishing touches to his make up. She
then handed him a single strip of fabric. The wisp of cloth had a cup of satin at its apex and on it was painted the face
of a growling tiger.
Duncan held up the flimsy piece in his broad, warrior's hands. "You expect me to wear this and nothing else under my
pants?"
Amanda raised her eyebrows and shrugged her shoulders. "Duncan, just this once, please? You're a beautiful man. I
like showing you off," she purred.
"Of course you do," he returned, knowing he was going to regret this whole idea.
"Besides," addeadded, "Methos will be there. You won't be by yourself."
MacLeod shook his head. "Oh, that's just great."
Amanda walked around MacLeod's chair and perched in his lap. She pushed off his robe and began to lightly rub her
hands through his chest hair, twirling the soft mat around her fingers. Lowering her head to one of his nipples, she
darted her tongue around its tip, teasing it into a hard nub. Duncan's head fell back, responding to her bewitching
antics. She readily elicited a groan from him and trailed her fingers and her tongue over to his other nipple.
"Um--mm, 'Manda," the Scot began. "The show, we have to go on in a few minutes." He firmly pushed her up from his
lap.
"Thank you, Duncan, for doing this little favor for me," she whispered, placing a shadow of a kiss on his neck. "I'll
never forget it."
"Yes, you will."
Amanda's lips quirked up at the corners as she watched him dress. It was as she had told Methos. Duncan didn't stand a
chance when she'd made up her devious little mind to get him to do something.
* * * * * *
Methos took a seat at the front of the club, to the right of the stage. The place was packed with females of all shapes,
sizes, ages and varieties. "Leave it to MacLeod. He always attracts the ladies," he mumbled. The eldest Immortal had
ed ted to get Joe Dawson to come with him, but MacLeod's Watcher was laid up with the flu.
As the stage lights dimmed, an unseen voice began to announce, "Welcome to the grand opening of the Chez
LaFemme. I am proud to announce we have a special guest for our first performer. Sadly, this will be his only
appearance here, so let's give him a very warm welcome, ladies!" The voice paused for affect. "Duncan!"
The house lights dimmed as a single spotlight focused on the curtain as it opened. MacLeod stood in the center dressed
in a lion tamer's costume. He wore a skin tight pair of white pants and a blood red, long-sleeved satin shirt, opened to
mid chest. Wearing pair of black leather boots which reached the calves of his long, muscular legs, he held a whip in his
right hand and a chair in his left one. Amanda, dressed in a tiger's outfit, sat on an upraised platform. The women in the
crowd went wild, cheering and calling out, "Dance for us, Duncan, dance!"
The ancient smirked as MacLeod turned his head toward his audience and smiled one of his devastatingly erotic smiles,
then began to sway his hips in time to the circus music blaring out of a loud speaker. He turned his back to the audience
and treated them to a heavenly view of his back and hips, the fabric stretched so tightly across his buttocks that Methos
expected Mac to rip the seams out with the barest movement. Methos unconsciously sat forward in his chair.
Amanda jumped down from her perch and crept across the stage as if she were the tiger the Scot was trying to tame.
Hor, ar, as she approached the Highlander,cingcing and swaying to the music, she reached out one of the claws fitted
over her hands and popped off two of his shirt buttons.
Methos watched, entranced, as was everyone else in the room, by the movements of the two Immortals. MacLeod
would dance in and threaten the 'tiger' but would then back up, dropping first the chair then the whip to the floor.
Amanda kept darting in under Duncan's arms and each time she snagged a button from his shirt until soon the red satin
fabric was lying on the floor. The crowd erupted upon seeing Duncan's naked torso with his rippling muscles and firm
abdomen. He was built as a finely tuned piano, just enough muscular strength without there being too much.
A few women in the audience began to shout, "Take 'em off! Take off the pants!"
Duncan turned toward them and smiled as Amanda, the tigress, sneaked up and unzipped the Highlander's trousers.
The Scot blushed and turned his back to the clamoring women, continuing to undulate his rump to the music.
Amanda then moved in front of him, temporarily shielding him from the audience's view. However, when she backed
away, Duncan's tight pants were gone, leaving the Highlander in all his naked glory. His only covering being the black
thong that dissected his firm dimpled buttocks. The rest of his magnificent form, except for the boots he wore, was
naked.
Amanda spun the Scot around and the women in the audience roared their approval of the naked dancer who wore only
a black g-string, the cusp of which bore the face of a roaring tiger. The crowd wet wild.
MacLeod danced to the the women crowding around the stage. At least a dozen of them stretched their arms up to
stuff dollar bills into the Highlander's black string. One of them even snapped open the cusp of the tiger and dropped a
ten dollar bill into it before fondling his balls. Duncan's face crimsoned, but before he could back away from the press
of women, Amanda again approached him from behind. With an unseen knife, she sliced the single black string that
secured his remaining garment.
MacLeod's shaft had been gradually increasing in size from all the 'loving' attention he was getting from the crowd.
However, when it found itself suddenly free from all encumbrance, it bounced out and literally waved at its eager
admirers.
Methos could see nothing except the nude image of the Highland Warrior's brilliant body upon display. "Oh, my-y."
Methos looked for Amanda and saw her standing to the side of the runway as she watched the women clawing for a
feel of Duncan in his glory. At first, the Highlander was so stunned he could not move. Methos saw one of younger
women reach up and clamp her mouth over his erection. Laughing, he saw that the bold act spurred the Scot into
action.
Duncan dashed for the curtains while the audience roared its disapproval. Amanda pushed the Immortal back out onto
the stage for one final curtain call of full-monte before she found a pair of hands around her throat and a husky voice
snarling, "You're going to pay for this!"
Amanda knew she should feel remorseful, but it was impossible. It was a sight she would never forget and undoubtedly,
neither would anyone in the audience. She grabbed a robe and thrust it to Duncan before glancing out from behind the
curtain.
Methos still sat at his table, his mouth agape. When he saw the Immortal look for him, he lifted his beer mug in salute
to the feisty female. "Well done!" he called.
Amanda suddenly yelled as her body was dragged back behind the curtain.
MethMethos laughed. "I told you, Amanda. I'm sure Duncan will have his restitution, perhaps for the rest of your very long
life."
* * * * * *
Amanda lay nude on MacLeod's huge bed with her hands and feet tied to it. A scarf covered her eyes. She could hear
the Highlander moving about the loft but had no idea what he doing. She had meekly surrendered herself to her
punishment after being coerced into admitting to the 'bet' she and Methos had contrived. It wasn't as if a girl didn't love
diamonds. She did. Still, all in all, her trouble had been worth the magnificent sight of a totally naked Duncan MacLeod
on stage before a roomful of eager, hungry women. He truly had a tiger in his tank. If only she had an inkling what he
was up to now, she would rest easier.
"Amanda, when are you going to learn not to involve me in your schemes?" Duncan softly asked as he sat down beside
the tightly bound Immortal.
She felt him trail the back of his hand down the center of her body to her vagina. Moaning, Amanda lifted into the
Highlander's touch, only to have him take his hand away. "Oh, Duncan, please, I want you."
MacLeod gently laughed. "Ah, 'Manda, that will be your punishment. I want you to desire me until you feel as if you
will burn without my touch."
"Tyrant, brute," Amanda berated. "Take this blindfold off, Duncan. I want to see you."
"It's not that easy, woman," he laughingly responded, then added, "I only want you to feel."
Amanda felt something cold plop down on her left breast, then trickle slowly onto the hardening tip of her nipple. She
almost jumped when she then felt a soft cushiony pair of lips lick up the cold fluid and settle onto her breast, suckling it
as though he were nursing milk. She loudly groaned, flexing her back into the stimulus, only to find it, too, withdrawn,
to leave her empty and cold.
MacLeod chuckled, "Not that easy, Amanda."
Next a soft warm puddle of something was dropped into her navel. It felt warm and had a sticky ooze as it dribbled out
of the tiny orifice and slowly trailed down her stomach toward her sex. As her senses were bombarded with the erotic
sensation, she felt teeth delicately nibble at the puddle in her navel. The puddle was gradually followed down her
abdomen until it barely touched the silky fine hair of her pubis. The mouth was removed as she heard "Mmm-mm,
good."
The mouth, as she was beginning to think of it, settled onto her lips. She eagerly opened them and welcomed the close
attention given to her warm, wet surfaces within. Amanda longed to reach up and pull him down on her. Once again,
however, as she became embroiled in the sensual torture, it, too, was withdrawn. This time she audibly moaned, "Oh,
Duncan, please?" she begged.
Instead of a response, Amanda received only silence.
After what seemed like an eternal hesitation, Amanda thought, What next? She soon found out.
A pair of hands lifted her bottom off the bed. Before she could even think, the mouth settled on the delicate, tight ring
of her rectum. Its tongue lapped at its closure, digging further and further into the orifice. Amanda's entire body
attuned to that maddening demand for entry until, gradually, she trembled all over. The tongue found its way within
and plunged into an opening seldom used for anything except bodily functions. She found herself on the edge of
orgasm from that one simple intrusion, but yet once more, it was removed. Amanda was reduced yet again to the
emptiness of unfulfillment.
Amanda wasn't sure just how much more torture she could stand. She murmured, "Duncan, haven't I paid enough of a
price?"
The Highlander spoke from the side of the bed. "No, not quite yet, my dear."
Amanda groaned yet one more time. Then her breath was sucked from her as her body was brushed all over with tiny,
fluttering feathers. The feathers teased her breasts, her stomach, her legs and finally settled into her vagina. They were
then replaced by a hot, moist mouth that claimed her vaginal lips, demanding entry. Her clitoris was attacked and
maddened with such an erotic invasion that her entire body trembled.
After an eternity of stimuli, the mouth was finally replaced by a heavy, taut elongation that plunged to her very depths.
Amanda shouted, "Oh, yes! Duncan, yes!" as her Immortal sex was finally treated to an ultimate release and soon
joined by a flooding of similar fluids from the invading cock. Muscular hips slammed into her vaginal area until she
could feel his heavy sacs bobbing against her rectum, thus causing yet another spasmodic orgasm from the female
Immortal.
Just then, however, the body was removed and yet, once more, Amanda felt emptiness and loss flooding her entire
body. "Oh, Duncan, no more, please, no more," she begged.
"Not qu" w" was the brief answer.
Amanda tensed, then felt that maddening tongue once again invade her vagina, lapping the thick fluid her body had
released in her ecstasy. The tongue delved and demanded yet another orgasm which her traitorous body gladly
submitted to the invader.
As her body trembled and shook in the throws of orgasm, 'another' tongue joined the one still lapping at her vagina.
Only this one was rolling around and around first her right breast, then her left one. A pair of lips, different from the
others that were buried in her cock, pulled at first one nipple then another, rubbing first one breast, then the other, until
both of them were rigid and hard from the heightened stimulation of two tongues on opposite ends of her naked,
sweaty body.
Amanda was not even given the time to consider what was happening until the two mouths demanded and received yet
another orgasm from her slender curvaceous body. The lower set of lips were withdrawn and replaced by another cock,
this one just as hard and as unyielding as the first. The long hard penis fit perfectly into her vagina as though it were
born to dwell forever in its warm cavern. Amanda had time for only one brief thought, Duncan before her body yielded
its fire for an additional orgasm. This one rocked her to her very core. She arched into the body that released her arms
and legs, grasping onto the hard, sweaty form that was so very familiar and beloved by her.
When at last, the passion was literally drained from her, Amanda sagged back onto the mattress, physically spent. Her
exhaustion was so complete that she didn't even have the energy to remove her blindfold. The hands she knew so well
caressed her face and brushed back her wet hair. The blindfold was lifted from first her left eye and replaced by a
gentle, warm kiss. Then the blinder was removed from her right eye and it, too, was lovingly kissed.
Amanda slowly opened her eyes to stare into the warm loving brown orbs of the Highlander. She gathered her strength
and felt a body join the couple on the bed from the other side. Methos' slim pale body brushed up against hers.
Amanda's eyes widened in shock.
"Both of you? At one time?" she sputtered. "Duncan, how could you?"
"Payback, my dear Amanda. For all the misery and embarrassment you caused me at the hands of a roomful of strange
women."
Methos laughed. "And besides, Amanda, I wanted a bonus for the diamonds I had to give up to your hot little hands."
The Immortal looked from first one naked man to the other. After a long hesitation, she started laughing. "This is
something I never thought I would see. The two of you and little ole me in one bed at one time."
Duncan and Methos looked at Amanda, then at themselves and joined her laughter. Gradually, the gaiety was replaced
by that seductress look in the ancient thief's eyes. "Well, if I'm going to pay retribution, it's going to be while I can fully
enjoy you two." With that she snaked her long arms around both men's necks and pulled them both down onto her.
"Never let it be said that I, Amanda Darieux, wasted an opportunity!" she declared.
Duncan smiled. "That's my Amanda."
Methos looked first at Amanda and then at Duncan, then replied. "Ah, what the hell?"
The three Immortals proceeded to lift each other to the very heights of sensual pleasures unheard of in the realm of
sexual delight.
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--TBC--