Lost

Chapter 17


“Where the hell is the arrogant little prick?” Connor paced the length of the bar, agitation making his already thick accent nearly incomprehensible. The three men waited at the bar hoping for some word from Adam. He was nearly two hours late. Rich had already gone to the barge and Adam’s apartment in search of the ancient immortal, but found no sign of his whereabouts although his SUV was parked on the quay. The lunch crowd at the bar had thinned, but there were still a few stragglers and Joe was ready to move them all back to his office. What’s the old man up to now?

Suddenly Connor seemed to come to a decision. He turned to Joe. “Watcher, keep your men away from me...they might find that my bark is just as bad as my bite.” He turned to leave without any further explanation and Joe decided he’d be damned if he was going to let another head-strong immortal push his buttons. He hissed as he glared at the other immortal. “What are you up to, Connor? Don’t you think that maybe Adam is in trouble and you might be heading straight into the same mess?”

“That’s what I’m hoping for, Watcher...I’m getting a little antsy just waiting around so I’m going to do a little digging of my own.” And this time he did leave without saying another word.

“Jesus, Joe! What is with these guys? Maybe I should just take off, too...” Rich was torn between trying to find Adam and following Connor.

“Don’t you take off, too, Rich! Jesus, we don’t even know where to look except for Lacasse’s estate and I’m pretty sure that’s where Connor is headed.” He shook his head, disgusted at both his helplessness and head-strong immortals. Duncan, where the hell are you? At that moment he realized that he finally believed that Duncan was still alive. He’d seen the information that Adam had gathered, but he hadn’t really believed it. But somewhere in between the morning meeting and right now, he realized that yeah, he did start to believe the Highlander was alive out there...and damned if that wasn’t a good feeling.

Turning to look at the young immortal next to him he wondered what his thoughts were. “So where do you stand, Rich? Are you just watching or do you really think Mac is alive out there?”

Rich looked down at the wooden table top, one finger picking at a slightly splintered edge. “I want to believe that Mac is alive...I’m not sure about Adam’s claims and all, but just maybe it’s possible. Hell, I’d never thought it was possible Mac and Adam would...you know...” He blushed again at the thought. “Jeez, I guess I’d always kind of thought that Adam swung that way...but Mac? He’s the babe magnet from hell, Joe!” He turned to look at the older man next to him. “What do you think?”

“I think Mac’s out there...we just have to find him.” Joe knew that was only part of what Rich was asking. He wasn’t going to play games with his head and, hell, Methos already told him what the situation was. Might as well go for broke. “As for the other, I already knew about that, too...” He chuckled at the shock on the young man’s face. God, he hoped Rich was able to accept this...he knew how much the young man meant to Mac. But Rich was a good kid...it should all work out. The key was getting Mac out of where ever the hell he was. “I’m going to go over a couple of reports again and I could use some help. You’re welcome to come on back with me. Maybe we’ll hear something from one of these guys, huh?”

Rich grinned, happy to be doing something.

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Duncan had hoped that they all truly thought he was dead...that they could go on with their lives...he should have known better...should have realized that Methos would know he was still alive. He’d held on to a secret hope that Methos would come for him for so long...but that had changed. He wasn’t the same man...he couldn’t go home. Methos wouldn’t want him like this. Duncan urged Louisa to rush. He quickly washed as she pulled out the gown Andre had chosen. He was torn between trying to get to Methos’ side and hiding away, hiding what he was. But Methos needed him, so he quickly finished and rushed downstairs, Louisa following more slowly. Just as he reached the bottom step Andre appeared from the library. Dismissing Louisa he took Duncan by the arm as a guard opened the door to the dining room for them to enter.

Methos strained once more against the straps securing him to the chair. The guards certainly knew what they were doing with the restraints...there was no way Methos could break enough bones in his wrists and hands to get out of this. He relaxed for the moment and considered his current situation. He had been given a navy suit to wear. It was of impeccable quality as was the shirt and tie. They even had a selection of shoes for him to choose from. It doesn’t say much for Lacasse’s hospitality if he had to kidnap and force all of his guests to stay for dinner. Ignoring the restraints for the moment, he took in the room he occupied. It was huge and very elegant despite the four armed guards standing unobtrusively along the walls. Lacasse Industries was doing very well to support this type of lifestyle. He mentally reviewed the financial information he’d uncovered. Yes...there were several companies, all doing well...real Fortune 500 stuff. But how did Duncan fit into this? And how did Lacasse know so much about the Watchers? But most of all...why the gender-bender, domination trip?

And what had Lacasse done to Duncan? Methos had never seen him so distraught, so...fearful. Methos was extremely familiar with torture and slavery...from both sides. He also knew that Duncan had never been a slave, never been forced to be other than what he was. Throughout his life he had filled the role his father had set out for him, had completely embodied the traits instilled in him. He was trained as a leader, trained to always be strong for others, to never show fear or despair or even grief. As an Immortal he always treated every innocent mortal as someone under his protection, even those like Tessa and Joe who were quite capable of taking care of themselves. In fact, he treated everyone adopted into his clan as though they were under his protection...including Methos.

So whatever Lacasse had done, he’d undermined everything that was innately Duncan MacLeod...even taking away his name and gender identity. Lacasse had forfeited his life for taking Duncan...there were no words for the pain he’d know for what he’d done since then.

Methos’ thoughts were interrupted by the honeyed swell of Duncan’s Presence. Gods, in his darkest moments he had feared he’d never feel that golden warmth again. He turned towards the door in time to see Andre escort Duncan into the room. Yet again, the sight of Duncan as he was now shocked him to his core. Duncan wore a floor-length gown white on top and darkening to a deep rose with small diadems in sparkling patterns as it fell to the floor in soft swirls. It had a halter top with small diadems sewn across the bodice which was cut to highlight Duncan’s impressive bust line. His hair was a soft cloud of curls that brushed past his shoulders. He was astonishingly lovely. Standing next to the huge man diminished Duncan’s true size so that the two, standing side by side, made an incredibly attractive couple. Methos decided again that Lacasse’s death would be extremely painful and protracted.

It took a moment, but Methos did notice as the couple (no, damnit, they’re not a couple!) approached that Duncan still wrung his hands together and refused to meet his eyes. It hurt him in more ways than he could immediately identify to see what had become of his proud clan chieftain, more so after he heard what Duncan was saying.

“Andre, please, I’ll do anything, anything you want...let Adam go.” Duncan was well aware that he had absolutely nothing with which to bargain. He certainly had no pride. He took Andre’s hand in his. “Anything, Andre, I beg of you.”

Andre looked down at the teary-eyed pleas. The sight of Sarah begging so prettily sent a hot rush of pleasure through him. Oh, to take her here and now, to sink into that velvety heat. Andre actually considered it for a brief moment, but knew that he had to dissuade Dr. Pierson from any heroic attempts to save his lady love. “I’m sorry, princess, but I need to ensure your Dr. Pierson doesn’t try to save you from my evil clutches. But because you begged so prettily, I promise I won’t hurt him...this time.” He placed his hands on either side of Sarah’s face. “You do understand, don’t you princess? I won’t have him trying to rescue you and I won’t have you disobey me.”

Duncan nodded. “You won’t hurt him and you’ll let him go?” Duncan knew he shouldn’t trust him, but there really wasn’t any choice.

Andre smiled at his little pet. He knew well to verify just what he was promising. She was such a delight! “I promise, Pet.” He reached up with a finger and wiped away the tears that had gathered under the lovely eyes. Smiling he wrapped his arm around her waist and turned her to face Dr. Pierson.

Andre saw the look in Pierson’s eyes and knew that Duncan had yet to meet them. Savoring the moment, he gestured towards the bound man. “It’s alright, Princess. I’ll leave Dr. Pierson in your care during dinner.” Leaning in to place a small kiss on Duncan’s cheek, he spoke quietly. “Just behave, Pet, and I’ll keep my promise.” Andre moved off and poured himself a drink.

Duncan stepped closer to the chair and knelt down, his skirts fluffing out around him. “Adam...” he started in a low strangled voice. How can he explain this? How can he explain his inability to fight? Shame burned through him and stopped the words in his throat as tears burned behind his eyelids.

Methos looked down at the bowed head and knew the turmoil tearing Duncan apart. He knew what it was to be in such a position. He had been a slave, had been held hostage for others and had those he loved held hostage for him. He knew what it was to be forced to live a life contrary to the man he was...but he had survived. “Shh, it’s alright, Duncan. I understand. We’ll get through this.”

A low moan came from the huddled form. “Please don’t call me that...I’m not him anymore!” Oh, to hear that name on those lips was unbearable! He desperately wanted to be that man again, but he’d been lost for so long... A sob tore its way out of his throat but he finally looked up, looked into the eyes he’d seen in his dreams and suddenly knew that yes, Methos truly understood the hell in which he’d been living. The knowledge was there in the bottomless eyes that had seen the millennia pass in all their beauty and their horror.

The desolate tears in the dark eyes tore through Methos. He wanted nothing more than to take his Highlander in his arms and ease the pain and guilt. “I knew you weren’t dead. You know I wouldn’t have stopped until I found you.”

“You were brought here as punishment...to punish me through you. I’m so sorry! But Adam, he promised he wouldn’t harm you...he’ll let you go. Please don’t do anything!”

Methos closed his eyes...oh, Highlander! You still believe there’s honor in this world? That men like Lacasse will hold true to their promises? He looked at the changes in the man before him, suddenly grateful that some things will never change. Some part of Duncan MacLeod still survived and that warmed a part of his soul. He just had to make Duncan believe it, too.

“Adam...” Duncan had to let Methos know about the others. He had to know that any further actions on his part would jeopardize other lives. He placed his hands on the bound arm. “You have to forget about me...” He paused as the eyes narrowed, but Methos didn’t say anything. “He’ll kill Anne or Mary, or Joe...he has everyone I love being watched! You, Richie, Connor...even Amanda, Gina and Robert!” Duncan looked deeply into the hazel eyes he’d dreamt of all those weeks. “Adam, please promise me…swear it! Don’t do anything. Just let me be. I won’t have anyone I care for or anyone here killed for my sake. It’s just not worth it…please.”

Methos felt his stomach turn at the distress in the dark eyes...and truly realized to what lengths Lacasse would go to keep Duncan. From behind him he heard Lacasse approach.

“My little pet is quite right, Doctor. Any act on your part...or anyone else’s for that matter, will result in the random death of one or more of those people my princess holds so dear...even you, Dr. Pierson.” Andre swirled the whiskey in his glass and smiled gently. “Perhaps especially you.”

Andre moved to stand in front of Methos. “Your friend Joseph paid the price for my little pet’s bid for freedom...granted I could have had him killed, but it was only a lesson.” Andre reached out and stroked Sarah’s bent head smiling slightly at the slight flinch. “Please don’t think you can kill me or destroy this estate...I have quite the army in my employ. My death, or any injury to me, will automatically result in death...and even I don’t know whose. My men have a standing order that if anything goes awry with what I have established, they will engage in the specified response towards a random target.”

No emotion showed on the Adam’s face as he took in Lacasse’s words although his stomach clenched at the thought of being unable to do anything. It had been Lacasse’s own action against Joe that had stopped his rescue attempt. Had he actually tried, there was no knowing who would have died and those deaths would have forever stood between Duncan and Methos. It had been so close. He looked down at Duncan whose head had again bowed low, the shoulders shaking in silent sobs. He ached to hold him, to still the trembling and ease the misery that rocked the beloved body...but for once he had no words.

“I believe you understand now, Doctor. But let’s not speak of this...dinner is nearly ready.” Andre motioned to one of his men to come forward and untie Methos as he stepped forward to take Sarah’s hand, still clutching Methos’ arm. “I’m assuming, Doctor, that you won’t do anything foolish during your stay with us. Please understand that those same people are also hostage to your actions from now on.” He pulled Sarah up and placed his hand at her elbow and escorted her to the dining table, gallantly pulling out the chair to seat her on his left and handing her his handkerchief. He then moved to his own chair at the head of the table. Methos was escorted by the guard to a seat on Andre’s right.

Methos looked across the table at Duncan’s slightly bowed head. A deep pain seared his chest as he thought of those deep brown eyes that had faced the world with a passionate intensity for over four hundred years. Now they were downcast, muted by fear and shame. A rage so fierce flooded through his system that all sound ceased save for the pounding of his own heartbeat and every muscle in his body clenched with the intensity of it. A fine sheen of sweat broke out on his brow before he was able to force it down to manageable levels. Taking a deep breath he opened eyes to find Lacasse smiling indulgently at Duncan, never having noticed the war he’d waged for emotional control. Methos saw that his hand shook slightly as he reached for his wine.

“Please eat your dinner, Princess.” Lacasse’s words were spoken quietly but Duncan reacted immediately, though mechanically, despite the tension obvious in his stiff form. And he was trembling. So much so that Methos was amazed he didn’t spill more. Despite that, he finished every course as it was brought to him. Andre did not even bother to keep up a semblance of conversation, eating lightly of his own meal and every now and then bestowing approving smiles on Duncan. Back in control, Methos reached for his glass and took another small sip of an excellent red wine. Leaving his own food untouched he watched. From Duncan’s appearance it was clear he was under Lacasse’s complete control to the point of eating even though it was obvious he was having trouble swallowing. He’s gained weight, he’s obviously on hormones hence the breasts and weight gain around his hips...I doubt if he’s allowed to exercise or do his katas. Lacasse wants him out of shape. Why? Adding to his ability to control Duncan? Affecting Duncan’s mental state? Methos thought about that for awhile. Threats to those close to Duncan gave Lacasse a physical hold on Duncan, but for the complete change in demeanor Duncan had to have undergone some type of experimentation or mental control. What else could keep the Highland warrior so submissive?

Very little was said during the rest of dinner. Methos was glad when Andre finally pushed his chair back and stood. Gesturing for Methos to accompany the guards, Andre took Duncan by the arm and walked from the room.

A very pleased Andre led them to the library where he poured them each a drink. Wishing for something stronger than the sweet sherry Andre placed in his hand, Duncan watched as Andre settled in on the couch next to him, swirling his whiskey slightly. Methos had been seated in a tall-backed chair opposite them. Fear was making it difficult for him to concentrate. He wanted so badly to do something, but he had no options. Andre held all of the cards. Duncan eyed the whiskey. What I wouldn’t give for a shot of that..., he thought vaguely. He was startled from his drink envy when Andre suddenly downed his drink and set the glass on the side table. He couldn’t help the automatic flinch as Andre reached for and took the untouched sherry from his hand and placed it alongside his glass. He knew Methos had seen the flinch and his stomach roiled. He fought desperately to keep from getting sick. Duncan saw Andre gesture to one of the guards and then music filled the room. Andre took his right hand in his own and pulled him to an open part of the room.

Shocked and dismayed, Duncan was pulled into Andre’s arms for a dance. His left hand automatically moved to Andre’s shoulder as he felt a large warm hand circle his waist although his body remained stiff and unyielding. Not daring to see the expression on Methos’ face at this surreal moment, he kept his eyes on Andre’s collar as Andre expertly led him through a slow sensual dance. He’d stopped trembling but felt as though he was shutting down, the events of the day overwhelming him to the point of feeling numb and adrift. It was only his intense fear for Methos’ safety that kept him aware...he had to continue to please Andre to keep him from hurting Methos. Be a good girl, make Daddy happy...

Andre’s beard rubbed slightly against his temple as they swayed so he concentrated on that small discomfort to keep him grounded. Every now and then, he caught a glimpse of Methos sitting between two guards, his face devoid of all expression as he sat, seemingly at ease. Trust Methos...no matter what.

The flinch, on top of everything else, was nearly Methos’ undoing. Duncan was absolutely terrified. Methos tried not to look at the dancing couple. Seeing Lacasse hold Duncan so intimately set his teeth to grinding. Duncan had stopped trembling, but he was very pale and he seemed dazed. Was he being drugged? There was no way to know. Instead he focused on the innumerable books lining the shelves that reached nearly to the ceiling. From what he could see, Lacasse had a huge number of rare texts that, under normal circumstances, he would have loved to get his hands on. He doubted the man ever looked at any of them, positive he had them only for show. Just another reason to despise the man.

As the dance came to an end Andre pulled back, a small enigmatic smile curving the lips behind the beard. Without saying a word he again gestured and Methos was brought forward. He wanted to see how his Sarah reacted to her ex-lover.

Duncan looked up into the icy eyes and wondered just what Andre was playing at. There was no way to know as he was handed over to Methos for the next dance.

Methos’ hand was warm against his own cold clammy palm, but held him firmly as though by touch alone he could transfer some modicum of strength and hope. Duncan felt a small tremor go through him and felt the arm around his waist tighten, bringing him in closer to that solid warmth. Without thought, he melted against the whipcord strength of the man holding him, desperate for the feel of those arms. He rested his forehead on the broad shoulder, burrowing his nose into the strong column of Methos’ neck, the scent of masculine aftershave subtle and pleasant in his nostrils. The familiar scent alone seemed to provide a small haven from the hell of his life and he felt a surge of emotion so strong that he thought he was going to faint. He stumbled slightly and tightened his hold on the broad shoulder. He felt as though he was holding on to a rock during a pounding storm, icy waves grasping at him and threatening to drag him out to sea. Please don’t let me go...please...

Grateful to have Duncan back in his arms, Methos pulled him in close and warm, his own whisker-roughened cheek rubbing slightly against Duncan’s temple as though to erase the touch of the other man. But Duncan was so cold. Methos had never known the Highlander to be this chilled. His body naturally radiated heat and Methos had basked in that golden warmth. But this Duncan seemed drained of some essential component, as though a portion of his vitality had been lost. Duncan relaxed so suddenly that Methos thought he’d passed out. He tightened his hold and felt the arms clench back in a desperate embrace. Methos brought him even closer, an overwhelming surge of protectiveness burning through him at the fragility he sensed as he buried his nostrils in the silken cloud of fragrant hair. Duncan...

He felt Duncan move slightly, bringing his lips to Methos’ ear, his breath moist and sweet against his skin.

“Methos…”

Methos turned them so that Duncan was blocked from Lacasse.

“Promise me…don’t try anything. I don’t want anyone killed for me…”

Methos closed his eyes. Duncan wanted his word, but what was his word worth? He was a liar and a killer. Damnit! Don’t do this, Duncan! Yet Methos knew that a vow to Duncan was the only one he’d never break. He spun them slowly around and whispered the words that broke his heart.

Andre watched the two moved through the dance, angered at how well they fit together and at how closely Sarah let herself be held. He tamped down the rush of jealousy that surged through him, reminding himself that tomorrow Pierson would lose her forever. The song came to an end, but the two seemed not to notice and still held each other. He gestured for the music to stop and for the guards to move with him as he stepped forward. At a gesture, his men reached for his arms and pulled while Andre grabbed Sarah’s arms and pried her away. He pulled that luscious body to him disregarding her struggle and the flash of rage in her ex-lover’s eyes to bring her in for a deep possessive kiss.

Releasing the sweet lips, he looked up and saw his men binding Pierson’s arms behind him once again. He watched the hazel eyes change yet again, but the emotion changed too soon to identify before it was again hidden expertly. He wondered yet again just how old Pierson really was.

Duncan saw Methos being tied and began to struggle anew in Andre’s arms. “Please, Andre...you promised!”

“Shhh, Princess, yes, I did promise...hush now.” Again, Andre gestured and Duncan found himself held as his wrists were bound and a gag placed over his mouth. Dear God, what was he going to do to Methos?

Andre looked at the man before him. He felt a need to assert himself over the one who held his pet’s attention. The man was lean and although he was not beautiful the way his princess was, he had eyes that were deeply attractive. Pushing Methos against the wall, Andre angled his body so that his knee slid in between Methos’ thighs as he ground his pelvis.

Shocked at the sudden turn of events, Methos wondered if he was going to be Lacasse’s next toy. Methos could feel the arousal in the huge man before him, but stilled himself knowing fighting back would only arouse the big man more. Where was this going and how could Methos turn it to his advantage? Unlike Duncan, he’d had a great deal of experience in pleasuring other men...knew what they wanted and, more importantly, how to get what he wanted. Maybe not as satisfying as killing Lacasse outright, but he’d be able to work from the inside to free Duncan...the ultimate goal. He let a bit of fear trickle into his eyes...enough trepidation to make Andre want him because it was obvious he got off on fear. Come on, big boy...show me what you’ve got...

Grabbing his jaw with one hand, the other cupping the back of Methos’ head, Andre leaned forward and stared into those golden/green orbs. Moving slowly, he bent his head and captured the lips before him in a bruising kiss. Pinching skin against jaw and forcing his tongue in between teeth, Andre devoured that hot, moist cavern, taking possession of every crevice within. Pulling back, he saw the eyes, now more golden than green, the pupils dilated with rage...and fear? Beautiful... “A man could spend a lifetime cataloging the colors in your eyes. What colors flare with passion, laughter or pain? Had I seen you first I might have tried, but there’s another game that has me enthralled.” Andre leaned in to nuzzle the plane of a high cheekbone and down to a strong jaw. “Besides, I can see that I wouldn’t be the first with you...other men have tried before me, haven’t they? Though I doubt anyone has succeeded.” He ran his fingers lightly over smooth eyebrows and down the side of Methos’ face. “No, right now you interest me more as hostage for my Highlander, as she is for you.”

Damn.

At Methos’ attempt to deny it, Andre ran his thumb across the ancient’s lips. “Shush, shush, little one. Don’t deny the obvious. Sarah loves you and will do anything to keep you safe. It is really too late to try and lie about it. You may have been lovers but I timed it to start my game before you and she went that final step.” A lie, but it suited him at this moment. “My Highlander never had a man; I was her first, not you. But you are her love, and I will use that knowledge. Tell me, how does it feel to know the ‘man’ you love is my woman?”

Fuck! Anger at the lost opportunity and Lacasse’s words again fed the red haze in Methos’ eyes. Control...control!

It was only the knowledge of the ties that bound the hands of this man and the presence of the thugs in the room that kept Andre from stepping back as fear curled in his belly…fear brought on by the look of Death in the eyes of the man before him. And just as quickly as it had appeared, the look was gone. Andre thought for a brief moment that he’d imagined it. Still, a new respect flared in his eyes for the man that could produce that look with such certainty. “It’s fortunate I chose my players well. You and Sarah are not alone...the mother and child, the thief, the bluesman and red-headed boy also play in this game. We both know that they, too, are hostage for your behavior. Which is just as well...I think you are far too dangerous to let into my bed.”

You have no idea... Methos’ stomach twisted at the lost opportunity but he remained still, worked at keeping his rage at bay. He needed to be able to think and there were always possibilities.

A moan from behind him made Andre turn to his pet. Duncan struggled between the two men that held him, his breaths sounding harsh around the gag. Pleading with his tear-filled chocolate eyes, Duncan looked at Andre, begging for Methos’ release, begging that he keep his promise.

Gesturing with a finger, the two thugs let go of Duncan and took Methos, placing him into a chair, tying him securely, and then all three left the room. Stepping towards Duncan, Andre untied his hands, rubbing the bruised wrists gently to return circulation. Duncan knew better than to make any move on his own, so he remained still until Andre chose to remove the gag. Duncan’s eyes stared at the floor as Andre walked around him, debating the removal of the gag. “Sarah, darling, if you promise not to make any noise I’ll remove the gag – I know how you hate to disturb the help with your screams.” At that statement, Duncan’s eyes closed of their own accord forcing the moisture gathered there to drip down his cheeks and soak into the cloth of his gag. A small nod ensured the removal of the harsh cloth which Andre used to wipe away the tear tracks and smudged lipstick. “There, there, my sweet. I won’t hurt your friend as long as you behave. I’m sure you wouldn’t want your friend to watch as I punish you, would you, princess?” Andre stroked the still damp cheek as slightly panicked eyes looked into his. With one last wipe he decided he was satisfied with his work. Stepping back he turned to face Methos. “Now come kiss Daddy like a good little girl.”

A flash of hatred quickly followed by misery and shame flared briefly in the liquid eyes before they were again lowered to the floor. “Yes, Daddy,” he murmured submissively as he stepped forward. Showing no other emotion, Duncan placed his hands on Andre’s chest for balance as he lifted himself up on his toes to kiss Andre chastely on the lips.

Yes, Daddy? Methos’ stomach lurched at the display, bile rising to the back of his throat. He briefly wished that Duncan didn’t love so deeply, because it was love that fueled this self-sacrifice. Gods Duncan, why do you have to be so damn...noble?

Andre, making no move to help, remained standing straight, triumphant eyes on Methos. The feeling of power radiated through his body bringing additional heat to his half-filled cock. Grabbing Sarah around the waist with one arm, he twisted his other hand into Sarah’s hair and bent her backwards into another kiss, this one harsh and demanding and full of the lust now flaring through his body. Dropping both of them to the floor, Andre lay on top of Sarah, kissing and biting at that delicious neck, his left hand moving from Sarah’s waist to slide up her dress, exposing a soft thigh. Running his hand over the garter and silk, Andre reached the silk panty and pulled, the sound of ripping cloth loud against muffled sobs.

Gasping, Duncan begged, “Please, Andre...the bedroom...I swear I’ll make it good...” Shame and horror filling him, Duncan tried desperately to move this act away from Methos’ eyes, all the time knowing Andre had planned it this way and hoping his punishment was now complete.

Andre’s response was to move up Duncan’s body, pinning his arms under his legs. Unzipping his slacks he released himself. “Look, little girl, Daddy has a lollipop for you,” he sing-songed as he waved a huge erection over Duncan’s face. Grabbing Duncan’s head he shoved his cock deep into the wet opening. Gagging slightly, Duncan forced himself to relax his throat and then proceeded to suck and tongue the cock in his mouth in all the ways Andre preferred knowing that anything less would have angered the beast leaning over him. His anger had to be avoided for it would have been directed at Methos as punishment for Duncan.

Methos stared stonily ahead, desperately ignoring the wet sucking sounds. He wouldn’t add to Duncan’s misery by looking down. Instead, he kept his thoughts on his plans for the painful death of Andre Lacasse.

Andre had intended to fuck Sarah in front of her lover, but the feel of those luscious lips surrounding him, licking and tonguing him just as he liked it was too much. He held on to the dark head as he thrust himself into the wet orifice over and over, fucking Sarah’s mouth because it just felt so good...!

A deep groan signaled Lacasse’s orgasm. Several moments later Methos heard the rustling of cloth and looked at Lacasse as he came into his field of vision. Lacasse, a disgustingly satisfied smile on his face, stood with his hand around Duncan’s upper arm. Duncan stood beside him, his arms wrapped tightly around himself as tears leaked slowly down his pale face. He wouldn’t look up.

“I believe, Dr. Pierson, that it’s time to bid you goodnight. I want my little Princess to be fresh for tomorrow.” Andre looked down and smiled indulgently at Sarah. Triumphant eyes moved back to the bound man. “My men will see to your comfort. I don’t believe I need to remind you of the consequences of your behavior should you become...inspired.” Moving his hand to wrap his arm around Sarah’s waist, he leaned in and quietly reminded Sarah to say goodnight.

Pained eyes looked up briefly as a strangled “Goodnight,” slipped past tight but still swollen lips. With a chuckle, Andre led Duncan from the room.

Once they were gone, three guards moved back into the room to untie Methos and move him. He was led to a bedroom on the second floor. Accustomed to captivity and never one to feel shame, Methos ignored the watchful eyes of his guards as he relieved himself and washed up. It came as no surprise when his guards secured both his arms and legs to the frame of the bed. It was also no surprise when one of the guards made himself comfortable in a corner of the room, obviously planning to stand guard within while another guards remained outside. Not taking any chances, right guys? Methos settled in, apparently preparing for sleep although in reality he let his eyes slide shut as he began formulating various plans and options. It was going to be a long night.