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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.

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."

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.

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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."

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"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."

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