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Quest,; Reversal in Time

by

Frances Rolfe

Rating: NC-17, Slash, m//s, /s, Humil, M/C, N/C, Slave, Sp, Tort, Anal

Key: ****** Scene change, ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Dreams/Visions,
Italics Thoughts

Summary: Duncan fights to retain his dignity.

Warning: This chapter contains a graphic description of a Toltec human sacrifice. Please do not read it if this upsets you.

Disclaimer: HL and its characters are the property of Panzer/Davis. I do not receive any money for it, only the enjoyment of the readers.

A/N: I just wanted to explain that I try to specify the contents of each chapter, I.e., what poor Duncan goes through. Each chapter is unique and doesn't always contain all the 'hard stuff' I listed at the beginning of the story. I hope this helps you. Please let me know if you're enjoying the story by fig ing in a review. If you'd rather not, that's okay, too. Whatever you feel comfortable with is fine with me.

Thanks,

Frances

Chapter 8

Contest of Wills

MacLeod lost track of the time. All his muscles ached from his being carried over the shoulder of first one, then the other of the Toltecs. After his altercation with Mica, the ancient Immortal had bound his wrists behind his back and also his ankles, with leather straps. The rawhide had been soaked in water, and after the sun dried it out, he now had no feeling in his hands and feet. He couldn't escape, at least not at the present.

If he tried to wriggle or move a bit, his buttocks was lashed with a quirt of biting reeds. It seemed Methos,
no Mica, the Scot corrected himself, delighted in reducing MacLeod to his new status of slave. Nor did it seem that he would turn him loose any time soon. Duncan closed his eyes in chagrin.
Just wait until I see you again in our own time. Your ass is mine, old man! he silently promised.

Mac figured the Toltecs had left Chaco Canyon as soon as Mica had returned with his prize. Now, they steadily moved in a southeasterly direction, but Duncan had no idea exactly where he was. Of course, it was rather difficult and a macabre joke to think he could see anything upside down. The Scot tried to twist his hips in an effort to ease the crng png pain he had from the one position. He was promptly swatted with the reeds for his effort.

Duncan swallowed his groan of pain. The reeds felt like they were cutting his skin and despite his immortal healing, the residual pain in his behind made him feel as if it were on fire. Yet, if he was honest with himself, his perturbation was more from embarrassment than anything else. It was bad enough being carried like this, but to be spanked as though he were a child was much worse. It was degrading. "You wait until I catch up with Adam Pierson when I get back to my world," he again promised, this time speaking aloud. "Ow!" he cried out as his tender bottom was again lashed.

* * * * * *

Late in the evening of the next day, the Toltecs stopped for the night at a tiny deserted pueblo. MacLeod was unceremoniously dumped onto the dirt floor of one of the small rooms and left alone. He twisted around, his thought being that he might be able to dislocate a shoulder and slip his bound wrists under his feet, thus working himself free. He felt Methos nearby, but didn't realize until it was too late that the Immortal had entered the adobe room.

Mica watched the foreigner's struggles for a bit and then sighed as he crossed over to his new subservient. He removed the lash he carried with him and brutally struck the rebellious man across the back with its stone-tipped ends.

Duncan grunted as blood appeared on his lacerated skin from the whip's multiple tiny wounds. Turning onto his back and ignoring the pain, he snarled as he defiantly lifted his chin, "I'll pay you back for this."

Methos merely shrugged his shoulders.
I will teach this child to obey me. If not, I'll take his head, although as ravishing as he is, it would be a shame to waste that delectable body. Aloud, he said, "When will you learn, Pahana? I am your master now," Mica matter-of-factly told him in a steely tone of voice. "I see I shall have to start your lessons early."

Having said this, Mica reached down and jerked off the Scot's scrap of leather that covered his groin. "My priests have no need of cover. I and everyone else enjoy seeing all of their bodies," his eyes narrowed, "especially yours, lovely one."

Duncan pulled up his bound legs and tried to kick him.

Methos just wickedly laughed and called for the Toltec that stood in the doorway. The two of them easily manhandled the Highlander until his bound wrists were secured to a stake in the ground, ignoring the fact that Mac's hands were underneath his body. Mica then had the guard loosen Duncan's ankles.

MacLeod's furious gaze focused on his old friend. "If you think you can make me have sex with you, you're sadly mistaken."

Methos laughed. "You want me; I can tell. I can have you anytime I choose." To demonstrate his words he leaned down beside him and licked his bare chest and nipples. Within a short time, he reduced the Scot to loud craven whimpers, wanting Mica to take his body. Mica methodically licked and licked a downward path until he was just above the rigid, weeping staff. Instead of touching him any further, however, he then stood and laughed. "See what I mean?"

Duncan groaned and dropped his reddened, shamed face onto the dirt.

* * * * * *

Several days later, Duncan groaned a sigh of relief when his aching body was unceremoniously dropped onto a chilled cavern floor. He didn't move until the world quit spinning and his stomach ceased its churning. He crawled to a remote corner of the campsite after he felt a bit better. The side effects MacLeod was experiencing were fronglingling upside down over someone's shoulder. The symptoms now plagued him every day. It was as if his immortal healing had taken a holiday the moment he'd been transported back in time. Duncan seemed to feel weaker as the days flew by and the distance between himself and his Anasazi friends grew further.

The weirdest part of all was that he couldn't figure out why his captors insisted on carrying him. Firstly, he felt like seven kinds of a fool. It was as though he were a child. Duncan wanted to walk on his own. His was a simple request that didn't require a great deal of effort.. Why couldn't they understand that? To make matters even worse, Methos and the other Toltecs seemed to delight in whipping his exposed posterior with the reed whips they all carried.
How did I get myself into this mess? he wondered for the thousandth time.

"Here, eat," Mica instructed and dropped a chunk of meat in front of the Scot. He had long since retied his captive's hands in front of him. He couldn't flee, simply because there was no place to run.

Duncan looked up at him and asked, "Can we talk?"

Methos peered into the stranger's alluring chestnut eyes. A man could easily get lost in their depths if he weren't careful. Returning his wayward thoughts to the present, he nodded and lowered himself agilely to the ground. "What do you want?" he asked, using the King's English.

"Can I walk by myself tomorrow?" Duncan easily read the inane humor of the situation in Methos' eyes. His first instinct was anger and he felt his jaw harden. Knowing he wouldn't get anywhere fighting him, he attempted to get his emotions under control. Violence would not solve his problems, not now at least. "Where would I go? I have no idea where we are," he argued.

Which wasn't exactly true because he'd started recognizing some of the country from his days as a Texas Ranger in the 1800's. The Highlander wasn't about to admit it to the other man. He estimated that they weren't too far from the Rio Bravo in south Texas.

The former Horseman regarded him for several minutes without an answer. He then swept his naked body with an erotic eye, got up and nonchalantly went to another part of the shallow cavern.

Duncan picked up the meat he'd been given, bit off a piece and chewed it thoughtfully. He had to escape; he had to return to Rising Star. Mac had no idea just when her life would be threatened, and his innate chivalry demanded he save her. She was a beautiful, loving person. He'd grown very fond of her in the briefest of times. Plus, admittedly, in the Anasazi society, he was now her husband. His place was at her side.

Lost in his thoughts, MacLeod startled when a hand was laid on his shoulder. The Highlander spontaneously rose to his feet and assumed a warrior's stance to see that it was Quetzalomeyocan.

"So, you are not as tired as you would like us to think, Pahana," the Toltec shaman observed in Toltec.

By now, Mac had picked up a working baseline of their language and understood him, but didn't say anything.

The Toltec's voice lowered a decibel as he ordered, "Sit down."

Duncan exchanged a challenging glare with the priest, but again swallowed a caustic retort. He insolently delayed his obedience for several seconds before he shrugged his broad shoulders and sat in a lotus position. "What do you want?" he demanded, irritable that he had no voice in what happened to him.

The other Immortal derisively snickered and wrapped a possessive hand around the Highlander's upper arm. "Do not speak in that tone of voice, slave. I shall do as I desire."

Despite the Toltec's even tone of voice, Duncan had no doubt of the lethal threat underlying the smooth words. Yet, his Highland upbringing forbade him to lower his vision from the other man's piercing black eyes. Nor did he weaken when the other Immortal released his arm and pinched his left tit. A fleeting pain penetrated MacLeod's chest and in retaliation, Duncan stared back at him, maintaining a stoic facade.

Quetzalomeyocan's eyes narrowed as he witnessed the captive's rebellion. An evil smirk on his face, the Toltec released his pincer-like hold of the man's breast. He instead grabbed his privates. His powerful left hand easily pushed the Scot onto his back and he straddled the captive's hips. His right hand continued to wrench Mac's sex organs into arousal. Meanwhile with his other one, he seized the Scot's tied wrists and pinned them securely above the struggling man's tossing head.

All pretense of silence now fled the Highlander as his body was taken against his will. Totally out of character for the brave Scot, he found himself desperately yelling, "No, don't! Leave me alone!"

The Toltec ignored his supplications that quickly degenerated into pleading gasps. He smiled as Duncan's shaft and twin pouches responded to the savage attention he was giving them.

Mac thrashed against the larger, stronger Immortal. He only succeeded in whetting the other man's appetite to an even greater level of desire. Quetzalomeyocan's vice-like, right palm jerked up and down on Duncan's enlarging rod. He mashed and squeezed the captive man's sacs, increasing the Scot's erotic needs.

Another groan escaped Duncan's reluctant lips. The sound only served to draw one of the others over to observe his leader's amusements. Duncan cracked a doe eye open. To his embarrassed horror, he recognized Methos.

The ancient idly regarded the two men with a disinterested expression on his aristocratic face. "Do you need some assistance with this one, Wise One?" he asked his leader, a hint of anticipation teasing his stare.

"Not tonight, Mica. Perhaps tomorrow," Quetzalomeyocan answered. "Tonight, he is mine."

While the Toltec's attention was diverted to his second-in-command, he had missed the look of terror that flooded the Highlander's expressive face.
Not both of them! To Duncan's dismay, his future friend cracked a smile he'd never seen before. It was one of a tiger eyeing his prey.

Mica shrugged his slender shoulders and replied, "He's one of us. There'll be plenty of him left for me."

The Toltec's eyes reverted back to the writhing body beneath him.

With his leader's attention conveniently distracted, Methos taunted the younger Immortal with an even broader smile. He slowly licked his lips before mouthing,
Tomorrow, Pahana. I will have you tomorrow.

Quetzalomeyocan was oblivious to the two Immortals' silent exchanges. The Toltec shaman's single focus was in possessing the sweet body he'd craved since spotting Pahana that first night in Chaco Canyon. He'd waited to take him until they were well out of range of Pahana's people tracking them. Now that they'd covered sufficient distance, he could take his time and enjoy him.

He smiled and gathered a handful of Mac's tangled locks, manipulating his head into position. He then lowered his face to his mouth, demanding entrance. His long thick tongue repeatedly pushed against Mac's lush lower lip. When the Highlander pressed his lips tightly together, the Toltec viciously pumped his hand up and down on his shaft. His black eyes glittered when the other Immortal moaned. The shaman took advantage of the open mouth and shoved his sexual sword inside it.

The Toltec felt Pahana's muscles tense but blatantly ignored it. He would not relinquish his dominance of the exquisite man. Quetzalomeyocan's desire was to possess his prey's body and soul. His questing tongue laved Mac's teeth and gums. It twisted and churned within it and did not deviate from the task until it taunted the roof and lower portions of the cavity also. As the older Immortal at last deserted the Highlander's appealing orifice, he felt the slighter-built man squirm and shift himself in a meager effort to throw him off. In retribution, the shaman's hand popped a loud, smacking slap to the Scot's hip.

Duncan gasped from the sudden sting, but before he could try anything else, Quetzalomeyocan flipped him onto his stomach.

Duncan realized any further attempts to prevent the taking of his body were futile. He closed his eyes in acceptance of his fate and silently prayed for the courage and strength he desperately needed to survive the nightmare he was living.

The Toltec priest had tired of MacLeod's rebellions and now separated the twin globes. Brushing aside his own kilt, he penetrated the Highlander's rectum in a single thrusting movement.

A curdling scream erupted from MacLeod's throat as his body shook from the brutal assault. Flames engulfed his brain as the licking fires spread until he felt totally consumed. All the meager efforts to retain his presence of mind fled with the pounding slaps of the Toltec's flesh against his own vulnerable ass.

After what seemed an eternity to Duncan, he felt the Toltec shudder and empty his fluids into him.

Quetzalomeyocan jerked himself out and ignored the blood pouring from the Highlander's posterior. Dropping his kilt back into place, he casually stepped over the inert man and returned to the fire built near the front of the cave.

Duncan's rectum burned as though a lit torch had been inserted inside him. Blood trickled onto his thighs and legs and his entire body ached as the cool earth worked its way into his open, gasping mouth. His brain and extremities felt like mush. He couldn't think or move. His vision finally swam and a welcome darkness obliterated his exhausted body's agony. As he drifted into an non-restful, exhausted sleep, Duncan's nightmares returned.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"Duncan, Duncan, wake up. Turn over, Love."

The English accented voice penetrated the sleeping man's brain. Duncan's sleepy lids lifted a crack and beheld Methos' mischievous, greenish-gold eyes. The elder Immortal's prodding hand fit snugly into Duncan's right hip and gently tugged his prone body until he lay partially on his stomach with his right knee bent. "That's it, child, that's it," the baritone voice crooned. "Just like that."

The insistent voice continued its murmuring endearments. The ancient's tantalizing fingers soon found the crease between the Scot's perfectly shaped buttocks. His digits delved a deliciously deep path through the crevasse until they feathered light touches around the rosebud opening to MacLeod's inner fathoms. Methos' left knee folded possessively over Duncan's lower back and buttocks. He nuzzled the Scot's right ear, licking his tongue into its inner folds, sucking on its lobe. The ancient then deserted it and gazed lovingly into Mac's lust-filled mahogany eyes.

Duncan blinked and stared and blinked again. His lover's hazel eyes had now turned bright forest green and were filled with domineering lust. Methos' leg had transposed itself into chains that bound the naked Highlander to a cold slab of stone.

"You'll not deny me or my men, youngling!" Lemuel Priest demanded, his fury altering his good looks into those of a demon's. "I am your master!" The sheriff accepted a whip from one of his men and flicked its tip.

Duncan's face turned ashen with both anger and dread as he watched Lemuel's preparations from the corner of his right eye. His pupils dilated and his body jerked when the first lash laid open a tear across his back. Duncan tried to remain silent, but as Priest's arm lifted and fell, lashing him with bleeding welts, the cries he'd desperately wanted to suppress spilled over into screams of pain. Again and again and again, Priest's whip reduced the chained Immortal to a pulpy mass of congealed blood.

Duncan sobbed as the blackness consumed him again. He wasn't capable of paying attention when his beleaguered body was turned over. Now he was chained on his back, his arms outstretched above his sweaty head. Oddly, Duncan felt a glare like that of sunshine beaming warmly on his face. He cautiously opened his eyes. His disbelieving optics beheld the Toltec shaman's ominous visage. Quetzalomeyocan was dressed in a blood red robe. His face was painted black, and he wore a headdress adorned with colorful feathers. In his right hand was a glittering black knife with odd markings on its handle. The Indian raised his knife clutched hand as he chanted in a language MacLeod couldn't understand. Duncan's ears reverberated with the cheers of the Toltecs surrounding the pyramid's base.

MacLeod silently wondered what the priest was going to do. He found out. To his horror, the blade fell straight down towards his exposed body. Quetzalomeyocan's lethal knife pierced MacLeod's chest at the midpoint of his two scapulae. Duncan's torso involuntarily raised up from the stone sacrificial altar. The knife was slowly dragged down the center of his breast to his navel. Blood spurted over the Scot's body, as well as that of the shaman's from the massive wound. The Highlander then watched in hysterical paralysis as the still chanting holy warrior fractured his ribs on the left side of his exposed sternum. Quetzalomen ren reached in and with a few expert slices extracted Duncan's living, pumping heart. He then held it up for all to see while Duncan writhed in blood covered agony. His screams were reduced to pitiful mews as his life's blood poured out of his severed body and onto the stone upon which he lay.

As the light faded from his stricken pleading eyes, another face loomed over his. It was that of Methos or Mica, as he was known in this era. Duncan voicelessly mouthed, "Please, Methos! God! Please, someone help me!"

Instead of aiding the dying Immortal, however, the one time member of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse proceeded to bend over and lap up the gushing blood from MacLeod's body with his tongue.

"No, no, no, please, Methos, no! Not you, too!"

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"Wake up, Pahana," an insistent voice prodded the Highlander's macabre nightmares.

Duncan's eyes flew open as he bolted upright. He frantically fought the arms that held him until a familiar voice muttered, " Pahana, awaken. You're dreaming."

MacLeod drew in gasping breaths of desperately needed air. He glanced up into Methos' hardened eyes. "Mica? Is it really you?" he raggedly asked.

Methos' inimitable chuckle spilled out of his slender mouth as his nimble fingers smoothed back the Scot's perspiration soaked hair from the terrified face. "Yes, slave, it is your master."

The ancient wordlessly sat down cross-legged beside the now fully awake Highlander. For long moments he was silent while his new slave gathered his wits about him. His astute vision flicked over the beautiful naked man next to him. Unwilling to admit tenderness for the younger Immortal, Mica thought,
You are much too pretty, Pahana, to be sacrificed upon Quetzalomeyocan's alter, but it is too soon for me to tell you that.

Mica's thoughts drifted. He couldn't help but wonder why the stupid dreams of this alien youngster even concerned him. Still, he was intrigued. What evil memory did this white man desperately want to forget? He didn't understand his own reaction, but he found himself remaining at Pahana's side until he'd drifted back into a restless, but dreamless, sleep.

* * * * * *

The following morning, Duncan was allowed to walk. Mica tied a hemp noose around the Scot's neck and shortened the tether until Duncan paced a short distance ahead of the ancient Immortal. If he lagged or slowed down, Mica popped his provocative, swaying butt with the whip he carried.

When the group halted for a meal at the noon hour, Duncan flopped wearily onto the ground. Curling dark locks hid the handsome features of his bowed head. He idly brushed at the crusted blood still covering his thighs. Duncan did not have the strength to look up when one of his 'owners' cast a chunk of dark bread and a strip of dried buffalo meat in the dirt before him. MacLeod looked dumbly at the food as if it didn't register just what it was.

"I suggest you eat while you can. It'll be a long time before you get any more," Mica murmured in English.

Duncan picked up the chunk of bread and looked up into the emotionless face. "Why did you wake me up last night?" he asked. "Why did you stay with me until I fell back to sleep?"

Methos' flint-like, green eyed gaze narrowed. For a long moment, he did not answer the questions. He then imperturbably shrugged his shoulders and growled, "You were disturbing my sleep." He then stalked off to join his leader further up the trail.

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