A DEBT IS PAID

by Donna and Abby

(Rated R)

Katherine gave up on trying to rest. Connor was at the dojo working out with Duncan again and John had business at the zoo to attend to. Little Kiara had gone back with her mother Suz over the weekend, so she was all by herself. The house seemed so big and empty without anyone in it. There was nothing she wanted to watch on tv, she was too restless to read. She tried playing some music on her guitar but she gave that up when it seemed that the walls were about to close in on her. Slipping on a pair of sandals, she left the house and headed to the beach.

It was a nice warm night, and the sound of the sea as she walked beside it was already starting to sooth her restless heart. She walked along the beach, lost in thought as the strong night breeze blew her dress and hair around her. There was a rustle behind her, but it might have been the wind, it was so soft and seductive. Katherine sensed someone, though, and stopped in her tracks. BAM stood behind her smiling. "Very good, Slave."

Katherine froze in the spot where she had stopped, not turning around. She knew immediately who it was without even seeing him. But even so, she sensed nothing threatened to her in his demeanor even though his words caused her old memories to twist like a knife in her gut.

"Are you not going to gaze on me, Slave?"

Shuddering slightly, she turned to face him, a defiant look on her face. "I'm not your slave!" she said in a low voice, her eyes flashing with anger.

He tilted his head to one side. The hair spilled over his face, making him look younger than the others of his kind, which, of course, he was. And yet the others hadn't aged in 5,000 years, and they were virtually the same. It was all illusion.

"Good," he said, reaching out to move the hair from *her* face. "You have a fire in your belly."

Part of her wanted to scream for him not to touch her. Another part was warning her to get away from there as fast as she could. But for some reason she stayed, and said nothing as his hand brushed her face. But the stubborn set of her chin was still there.

"Good. You're intelligent. You know it would be worse on you if you ran." He moved closer. "Running excites me, and I would love it if you gave me something to chase. But I might be too rough with you when I catch you."

Her heart was pounding fast, but it was not all from fear. "I can call for help you know," she warned. His aura was so strong it almost over whelmed her. It was like that of Methos and Doc, but at the same time it was different. More dangerous, and yet strangely, in a way, almost more exciting.

"But you owe me, Little One. Should I not expect payment? Our Lady Dosa knows I like the chase, and that I have been . . . a good boy." He said the last in a voice so deep it made her tingle. "That I am resisting my urges should get me congratulations, not punishment."

"What do you want me to do?" she asked hoarsely as he circled around her, like a predator sizing up his prey. She knew she owed him for saving her from Kronos and the others the night she had wandered over to the other side of the river without thinking of where she was going.

"I want you to please me. What else does a woman do?" His eyes raked her over. "Unfortunately, you're with child. That, and your mortality, will take some of the fun out of it if I cannot force you. Manipulation is also pleasurable, but you are an empath and will see through anything even I can come up with. Have you a suggestion?"

Several intriguing possibilities crossed her mind but she nixed them because of her current physical situation. Then with a look that spoke of generations of royal blood, she said with a calm voice. "It is as an empath I can most likely please you more than if you forced me a hundred times." Then with her mind she reached out and gave him just a small taste of what she was talking about. For a brief moment her could truly feel the emotional roller coaster ride she was on right at that moment.

He stopped and, closing his eyes, let it roll over him. Then, smiling evilly, he asked, "Will you let me frighten you, then? Terror excites me."

"If I am frightened, it will be felt through the link I share with Rayden. I would have to forewarn him so that he would know that I am not truly in danger," she said evenly, her eyes meeting his in a steady gaze. "Otherwise you might end up playing tag with a lightning bolt like your *brother* did."

Methos grinned. "Do so, then."

Katherine closed her eyes and concentrated for a moment. When she was done she opened them she looked him squarely in the eye. "He is not happy with this and will be monitoring me closely. If you hurt me at all he said what he did to Kronos will be nothing compared to what he will do to you."

Methos grinned. "You offered."

"So I did," she said evenly. But then without warning she turned on her heels and took off at a run down the beach. Methos laughed as he ran behind her, The only thing that held him back was his long bronze sword, and he wasn't sure he wanted to leave that behind just yet. Otherwise, he was as lithe as the wind.

Katherine was amazingly quick herself, and about the time his long legs would help him catch up with her, she would dart off in another direction. Once she even ran right under his outstretched arm back the way they had come. She played this game for a few minutes until they had come to a more secluded part of the beach, away from prying eyes. Scrambling up onto a rock, she turned and faced him.

Methos grinned at her in the darkness. He wasn't even breathing heavy. His eyes glowed in the night like an animal's. "I do not want to tackle you to the ground, little slave," he said. He meant it as an endearment. "Are we to play hide and go seek, as they call it? Or do you prefer a *frontal* attack?"

Katherine spun on top of the rock she was standing on and he jumped back as a flying kick from her small foot barely missed connecting with his nose. He had a feeling it was just a warning shot. Even mortal and pregnant, Kat was not quite as helpless as she looked. But the wicked little smile on her face told him she was playing with him.

Dodging to the side easily, his eyes went nearly black with simmering anger. She could feel it and it took her breath away. BAM stood and faced her. The smile had slipped a little. He knew she was playing, but he was not big on control. "Know this," he said in a low rumble, "push me too far and I will not be able to keep myself from taking you roughly. You think you are safe because you are protected by the god, but Kronos told me the burning did not hurt as much as you think." He moved closer. "If I am forced to take you down, it may harm the child you carry. I am mindful of it now - I may not be so later. It is your obligation to be mindful of your young."

Katherine stopped, allowing her concern and fear to be focused back on him so he would know that he had succeeded in frightening her. She slid down the rock and stood before him. "I am yours then," she said quietly with a slight tremor to her voice.

He slipped closer to her. "Ah, but you give up so easily. There are ways to play that do not entail flying off the ground, so that when I take you, you must plument to the earth!" He pushed her. "Hide from me, little empath. You can sense me, but can I sense you?"

The rocks proved to be a good playground for what he wanted. And the close quarters made his greater speed not as useful. Katherine darted in and out of the rocks, twisting and turning, keeping just out of his grasp. She could feel herself starting to tire and she made a decision. Spinning on her heels, she deliberately turned so she would run right back at him, knowing he would not let her get away with the same trick twice.

He smiled as she ran under his outstretched arms. "You want it this way or no way, eh?" he said, catching her around the waist and tossing her easily over his shoulder. "At least I will not thrust you to the ground." Katherine squirmed, but she was so small and light he had to laugh at her attempt. One of his hands took both her wrists. His arm held her legs together just under her bottom. "I will enjoy this if you keep fighting this way," he promised. Slung over him, with her hands and legs trapped, she really did not have much choice in the matter. She continued to squirm and try to get away though, but she was careful to keep track of what he was feeling so she did not anger him again.

Methos took her where the rocks would not get in the way. With practiced skill, he drew a leather thong from his clothing and slipped it around one of her ankles. He'd had to let go of her ass, but she hadn't been able to do more than kick with her free foot. When she was thus bound, he let her off his shoulder, setting her on the ground, on her feet. He seemed to hold the thong loosely, but when she tried to pull away, she felt his strength. Her leg lifted and he ran a large warm hand up under her dress. Way up. Smiling, he said, "Undress."

Katherine hesitated for just a brief moment before pulling the dress she was wearing over her head. All she had underneath it was a pair of lace panties. Her pregnancy was not noticeable yet other than a slight enlargement of her breasts.

"Good wench," he said, moistening his lips. Holding the thong, he walked around her, eyeing his prize. "You've been bought and sold. I was told you did not like the process?"

She glared at him. "I did not," she hissed. "It was the must humiliating thing that has ever been done to me."

"You would rather be taken as a captive?"

"At least then I had a chance, slim as it was, to get away. But chained naked to a post in front of hundreds of men, I stood no chance at all."

"Buying slaves is for half men. I have never bought a slave, I take my own. Oh," he said, warming to the tale, "I have been given women by their fathers - weak men who thought to save their lives by paying me off in their flesh. It did them no good."

"I was put up on that block five different times. They may have bought my body, but they never bought me!" she said quietly, a fierce glow in her eyes.

"I can see that," he said admiringly. Coming closer, he slid his large, warm hand into her panties. "Odd clothing, this. I shall never get used to it." Before she could comment, he had ripped the panties from her body. "That is better." He pulled her thong again, so Kat was forced to lift her leg. Afraid she'd topple over, she put out a hand and braced against his chest. He caught her lips harshly as his free hand plunged between her legs. Forcing herself to relax so he would not hurt her with his hand, she opened her mouth and kissed him just as roughly back.

He looped the thong around his wrist so she could not get away (as if she would - illusion was everything) and cupped her bottom with the now free hand. Lifting her with that hand while he manipulated her feminity with the other, he pushed her gently to the ground. His mouth was ravenous on hers.

Pinned to the ground underneath him, she squirmed enough to make to make it a bit of a challenge as his tongue dived into her mouth. She let him have a mental taste of how exciting this was becoming to her. Methos lifted his arm, the one the thong was wrapped around, and, removing the other hand from her clitoris, he unwound the binding just as the bound hand grabbed both of her wrists. Quickly he wrapped the end of the thong around them so her ankle was attached to her wrists. The string between was not long, so her knee was forced to bend. She was also in a very obscene position. But his hands were free now, and he stopped to undress. His body was beautiful in the moonlight.

When he was nude, he fell to his knees and began to nuzzle her like an animal looking over its dinner. Sometimes he'd lick her naked body, sometimes he would nip her. He even bit her rather roughly once, then chuckled when he felt that she'd enjoyed it. His manhood brushed her opening and he knew she was ready for him, but he took his time. When he got that low he flicked his tongue across her nub, her folds, and further back. "Have you experienced *everything*, my slave?"

Shuddering, she nodded, thinking back on some of the horrors that had been inflicted on her the years she was kept chained up in that awful brothel. She let some of what she had experienced be projected into his mind so he would know exactly what things had been done to her.

He turned her over, butt upwards. When he felt her fear flair he took her, but not as she thought he would. He slid into her vagina easily, chuckling, "I wanted that rush of fear from you."

A little irritated at herself for being so easily fooled, she focused even more on him so it would not happen again. In doing so he was now fully aware of all she was feeling as he plunged in and out of her tight opening. He bit her neck, feeling the pleasure of it course down her back while he rode her. One hand manipulated her breast while the other snaked down between her legs and rubbed against her nub as he thrust into her.

The feeling of her pleasure flooded into him, tripling his own. It was as if they were one person, not two. He could feel her getting closer and closer to the edge. He pushed her brutally, knowing where the edge was and hungering for it. When she came, he let out a howl that rivaled John Clayton. It was a feeling that threatened to consume him, but he continued on, bringing her right back up to the point where she felt like her pleasure was about to explode with her. And then, finally, he found release.

Katherine collapsed, panting underneath him. He lifted up and turned her over and she smiled up at him. "Well, did I pay my debt to you?"

"That you did. That does not mean we can not do it again, whenever the spirit moves us." Raising, he unwound her bindings and, with a gentle tap to the backside, added, "You have not had it that way the way I would do it. If you want pleasure that way, let me know."

And, without another word, he walked off, his clothing in his hands.