The Kidnapping
By Donna and Abs
(Rated NC17)

The morning after the McBain wedding, Sarah Jo made her way to the livery to get a horse to ride out to check to see how Gideon was doing. Shepherd was busy running a series of blood and other laboratory tests, Doc Adams wanted to stay with the still distraught Prudence, Alex was handling sick call at the clinic (which was most likely to consist of men with hangovers!), Helm had rode out to Espi the night before, and Giles had left with the Camelot party at the crack of dawn. So Sarah Jo was elected!

Humming softly to herself, she approached the stables, and as she did, she was surprised to see Grisham run out, yelling at her to come quickly, someone was hurt
bad!

She didn't even get the chance to ask who it was. As soon as she was close enough, he grabbed her from behind. She tried to yell, but he put a cloth over her mouth, stuffing it in so she was unable to make more than a muffled noise. And he had her arms already, so all she could do was try and pull away. She could not get the cloth out of her mouth, though she tried to push it with her tongue. It was so far in it was choking her!

She frantically tried to get away, kicking and squirming with all her might. She was a strong girl, used to hard work, and Grisham was having a hard time holding her. Fearing she might get away, he took out his pistol and hit her hard on the side of the head, causing her to go instantly limp.

"Couldn't make this easier, could ya," he complained, dragging her around the building, where he had a wagon all ready. After tying her hands and feet, he pulled her up into the cart and covered her with a tarp. Then he got onto the seat and headed out of town.

South.

He was heading to a little cabin that he had found when he had first arrived. He had turned up his nose at it then, but now it would serve as an excellent hideaway. He hadn't gone very far before his victim revived and started to thrash around under the tarp. But after finding out she was securely tied, she gave up and lay still under the stifling hot tarp, trying to breathe through the tight gag in her mouth.

Grisham chuckled as he heard her thrash and then go silent. He knew she was Immortal, and if he had to shoot her to get her where he wanted her, then so be
it. He had arrived in Edan north of Sadaam, but had gotten lucky right away, finding that sweet piece of ass whose name he never did find out. When she seemed
to give in to him (after the first time anyway) he had decided to take her with him across the river, where he had learned Montoya and company had a cushy set up.
But she had gotten away, and Grisham had decided to lie to his employer, pretending to have arrived here on the Edan side of the river and south of the city.  This way, if the Sweet Piece Of Ass said he raped her, he could say he never was near that area of the realm.

And it had worked.

But now he had an ace up his sleeve, because he knew about this place, and no one else did. He could take this Sweeter Piece of Ass (he hoped) to the place and no one would bother him. He felt a raging stiffness in his crotch as he thought of all the ways he would take her virginity, over and over, before he sold her to the men of Sadaam. He could write his own ticket!  If he could give her up.

Several hours later, he arrived at his destination. It was off any obvious trail, and hidden in a thick grove of trees. Pulling the wagon into the little ramshackle barn, he unhitched the horses and then when to check on his prize. Throwing the tarp back, he found her completely drenched in sweat and pale faced from being trapped under the hot, almost airless tarp. And she was looking up at him with eyes wide with fear. Just
the way he liked it.

"What have we got here?" he asked. "No, don't introduce yourself. We'll get to know each other very well by the end of the day." He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. "Wuff! You've been sweating like a horse in a race. We'll just have to
cool you off. Wouldn't you feel better without all those heavy clothes on?"

He took her into the cabin and tossed her onto the bed in the corner, still tied and gagged. Her eyes got even bigger as he pulled out a knife and then started cutting all her clothes away.

He wasn't the slightest bit concerned with saving any of it. Or, as he carelessly nicked her when she struggled, about saving her skin. "Immortality is a wonderful thing," he said as he licked the blood off the tiny cut.

He was fascinated by the sparkle that seemed to emanate from the wound as it miraculously closed before his eyes, faded quickly, and then disappeared completely, leaving just the smear of blood to show that that he had cut her. Once he had her naked, he ran his hand over her body, admiring it. Young. Firm. Fresh looking. And very, very appealing! He forced his fingers between her legs and up inside of her, checking to see if the rumors were true. 

Her ankles were still tied, so he had to bend her knees up and out. Her wrists were tied behind her back, and the gag was still in her mouth. "Oh, yes," he said as he "examined" her, "I will need a better look at this!" 

Coming around in back of her, he slid a rope through her arms, then secured her to the bed. Only then did he cut her ankles free.

She instantly kicked him hard right in the face, knocking him back, but to no avail. A few minutes later, he had her feet tied to the corner posts of the bed, spreading her legs wide open for him. All she had accomplished was to give him a bloody nose and to get him even more aroused by the struggle. 

"Ooh, I am going to enjoy this," he said, rubbing his bloody nose. "I already knew this was going to be gory, but I thought it would all be yours." Once her legs were suspended high against the posts, opening her up like a woman in gyn stirrups, he brought his knife up to rest against her neck. "I can do anything short of cutting your head off, and you'll survive.  Right?"

She couldn't answer him with the gag, but he really wasn't interested in what she had to say. He traced a line across the side of her neck with the knife, leaving a tiny blood trail after it, then continued to slowly move it down her chest to the soft, tender skin
of her belly. 

He was not pressing down deep; this was just to make a point. He could literally gut her, then wait till she woke up. She got the point, and tried to keep as still as possible. Sucking her belly in, the flesh trembled with tension. Grisham replaced the knife with his tongue, flicking it around and in her navel.

She tasted of sweat and fear, and the way her body responded to his attentions by trembling almost violently made the tight bulge in his pants even bigger. 

"Ooh, yes," he hissed. "I might not sell you to the men at Sadaam after all." The look of terror that filled her eyes at the thought thrilled him.

He reached down and undid his pants, releasing his erection and then showed it off to the trussed up girl, telling her all the marvelous things he was planning on doing with it. Sarah Jo glanced at it, and if she hadn't been gagged, she would have made a snide
comment about it being pint sized compared to a certain highlander's equipment. 

It was fortunate she did not. He was not only feeling randy, he was feeling sadistic. And he wanted very much to dominate her.

Stripping off everything, he came up between her legs and roughly spread her folds. She was pulled almost taut. Then he explored her insides, with fingers and tongue, delighting in her special "gift." Curse was more like it. 

"Imagine when they get a load of this in Sadaam," he chuckled. "What do they have, fifty or sixty?  They'll line up and fuck you for hours, and each one will get to pop you!" He thrust his tongue deep, violently biting at her as if he meant to tear her
with his own teeth!

Sarah Jo was frightened. It was obvious she was going to get raped. Her mind was working desperately, trying to figure out a way to somehow get through this with
her sanity intact. But no matter what, Grisham was a dead man walking. There was no way Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod would let him get away with this! 

Grisham had it all worked out. No one knew where they were; this cottage was totally isolated. In fact, if it did not turn him on so much, he would ungag her.  No one would hear her! When - and if - he got tired of her, he would take her to Sadaam, and sell her.  Then he was free. There was no way he was going back to Edan!

He felt her fear and tasted it on his tongue as he explored her. He never got over how wet they got, even when forced. They wanted to think they hated it, but he knew better.

Withdrawing his tongue, he flicked it across her nub as his hands went up her thighs, her bottom, her belly. Then he inched up her body until he was lined up with her treasure. "Here I come," he chuckled.  "And you are soooo wet and hot. Just waiting for it, aren't you?"

Sarah Jo was forcing herself to relax, to stop struggling. Even so, when he thrust himself inside of her, she screamed through the gag. Tears of shame ran down her face at the violation, but as she let herself go limp underneath him, her mind turned the horror off, and she closed her eyes, trying to remember the good times she had had with Ben and Duncan. If she thought only of them, she might somehow survive this. 

***

Doc Adams had finally gotten Prudence and her sister sorted; he was more than happy to take responsibility for the child, as long as it never came out that Marcus Grisham had raped Prudence. It was nearly noon, and he wondered to Alex and Shepherd, "Shouldn't Sarah Jo be back by now?" When they both shrugged, he decided to take a bit of a walk, to see if her horse was back in the stable.

He found her mount in its stall. Wondering if she was having lunch with Duncan, he turned around to leave, and that was when he saw the little medical bag of supplies she was going to take with her half buried underneath a pile of loose hay. 

As odd as this seemed, he *still* blamed MacLeod, and stormed off to the Town Hall to give them both a piece of his mind!

He found MacLeod at the Town Hall, having a loud discussion with Montoya, who was demanding to know what he had done with Grisham! 

"I can not do this all by myself," the Colonel was complaining. "I must know where you have sent my Capitán, and on what errand!"

"Haven't seen the guy since the party last night!" Duncan grumbled. "Maybe he is laid up with a hangover." He saw the look on Doc's face and then pushed the pompous little colonel aside. "Ben? Is something wrong?" 

"Where's Sarah Jo?" he asked, trying to remain calm. And, being a Methos, he was almost able to pull it off. "Please tell me she is in your office and you've just been having a quickie."

"No!" Duncan said. "She told me she was going out to Kat's place to see how Gideon was getting on." A growing feeling of disaster was starting in the middle of his gut. Grisham was missing. And if Sarah Jo was too.... 

"If he has her . . ," Doc began.

"My Capitán? Take the nurse?" asked Montoya, confused.

"He's a rapist. I know that for a certainty," said Adams. "And she's . . . special. Come, Duncan, we have to find her." 

"Tell Methos, Montoya," Duncan growled, giving the colonel a look that promised dire consequences if he did not. "And then ride to the Fort and tell them. If he has harmed one hair on her head, Grisham is a dead man!" 

"I rather think . . ." Adams pulled him aside and waved the Colonel off. "I rather think," he began again, "that he might try to get a bit of wealth from this. If you understand what I mean."

"Sadaam. He must be heading there. I have my sword on me, Doc. Do you need to go get one?" Duncan knew that Ben only touched a sword when he absolutely had to. 

"Yes. I'll go saddle the horses, you go find me a blade. You're better at that than horses," he joked with dark humor. "This way there will be no delay.”

Duncan nodded, and then dashed off to the hotel where he knew of a few extra swords, including the one from the immortal he had shortened while escorting Doc and
Sarah Jo back from the monastery. It only took a few minutes, but when he arrived at the stables with the federal Marshall Zane Cooper in tow, he found Methos
there helping Doc saddle up the horses, along with several of the pony express riders and Con Madigan, the stage driver. 

"We're off to Sadaam," he said as he mounted, and all the men followed, posse style.

The problem was, they were in such a hurry to get there that they did not stop to tell the Ford guards what they were looking for. They KNEW where he had gone, didn’t they?

Their prior experiences with the abilities of the residents of the City of Hope, Esperanza, caused them to head straight there. They would come in very handy
if it came to another battle. 

Most of the residents had just recently arrived home, having traveled from Edan and the wedding, but it was, by now, full night and the shifters were out and about. When asked, none of them had seen anyone come from the ford and head toward Sadaam!

Just to be on the safe side though, several shifters melted into the night to go check out the city of Sadaam. By that time, a contingent of riders from the fort had arrived as well. If it came down to a fight, at least the odds were fairly even, especially since
they would have the help of the shifters and the vampires. 

The rest were sent in to Esperanza, to wait for the shifter's report. Unfortunately, by the time it arrived, it was near morning. This made the vampires’ assistance impossible, but even so, the report came back that no man had brought a new woman to the town!

Shifters were sent to watch the road to Sadaam, and the "posse" settled down to get some rest. They would be told if Grisham went by.

"I hope you're not wrong about this," Methos told Doc and Duncan, though of course he was pleased to have time with Faia.

"I hope I'm wrong too," Duncan said softly, a wrenching sensation in his heart. It had been bad when they hadn't known what had happened to Kat when she went walkabout, but he had a very bad feeling about this. "Oh Sarah Jo, where ever you are, hang in there! We will find you!" he whispered into the growing light of dawn. 

***

That same dawn gave no comfort to the woman in question; her attacker had known no weariness. He had literally "kept it up" all night.

Now, toying with a nipple idly, his leg over her hips in a possessive sort of way, he wondered, "What is money anyway?" He finally took out the gag. "I could
probably find something to EAT here, couldn't I?"  

Sarah Jo had a glazed look on her face, but his words were said in such a way that she knew he wasn't talking about breakfast. She made up her mind right then that if he did try to do what she thought, she would make sure he would never use that piece of his body to ever hurt another woman again, even if she lost her head as a result. It would be worth it. 

He laughed at her expression. "Then again, I could keep you here, tied up, and run on over to Sadaam to get men to come back. Make a little money that way. What do you think?" He boldly leaned over to tongue-kiss her, something he had not done before, because she had been gagged.

He was mildly annoyed that she seemed so passive and accepting of his advances. No matter what he did to hurt her, she healed quickly, and the pain that so demoralized a mortal woman would go away shortly after he inflicted it upon her. She lay there, letting his tongue explore her mouth, and then an idea came to her head. What if he thought she wanted him? Would he make the mistake of letting her go? It was worth a try.  So, to Grisham's surprise, she kissed him back! 

But all that got was a, "Ah, I knew it! You'll learn to love it. We can stay here," he grunted, mounting her and kissing her face, ears, and neck as if he were any other lover, " and while away the hours." Another grunt as he took her. He was more than happy to stay in that wretched cabin forever!

She endured what he was doing, saying nothing until he was done. "Too bad I can't show you what Doc Adams taught me," she said after a moment. "He had learned
some really interesting things over the centuries." 

"Why can't you show me?"

"It would require you standing up, and me kneeling at your feet, with my hands free to stimulate you in some very special ways," she said. She wasn't making this up. Doc had showed her some rather unique positions one long hot night. 

Grisham was intrigued, of course, and he did go for the bait. But he locked the cabin door first, and before he let her loose, he made sure his pistol was within reach.

She asked for a drink of water first, and after quenching her thirst, she took another long swig, and holding the water in her mouth, took his manhood inside it as well, and began to wash it by swishing the cool water around. It was an incredible sensation!

He was distracted just enough for her to bite down, and then try to run for the door. Grisham let out an oath, but the pistol was there, at his fingertips, and she had to get the lock open. 

He was a very quick shot.

It felt like someone kicked her right in the middle of her back, and then the room slowly faded as death overcame her. 

"Ah damn," he said, limping over. His dick hurt too much to think about taking her, and she was pliable in death. Now was the time to do it, if he ever was going to. And as he trussed her up and put her in the cart, getting ready to head back to Sadaam, he decided he knew how to have his virgins and profit from it too.

***

Grisham breathed a sigh of relief as he crossed over the ford. The Mountie there had given him no problems at all. And his cargo had not moved since he had been forced to stick his knife in her chest when she had revived right in the middle of him loading her into the cart. He was going to sport a few nasty bruises from her short but intense struggle. But it would all pay off shortly! He had decided to bring her to Sadaam, and to charge for her services. This way he could still have her all he wanted, but make money on her too!

As his cart turned south along the river, making his way towards Sadaam, the smell of blood alerted the silent watchers to his approach. Of course they went right back to Esperanza, though the smell was driving them crazy. It was fortunate that it was well after the full moon!

It had taken quite awhile for him to show up. He should have been stopped at the ford, but because the posse had not actually told Dudley Dooright what they
were looking for, he did not know to stop him! Now the pursuers mounted up to follow, but of course, Grisham had a head start.

But their horses were fresh, and the ones pulling the cart were tired and not wanting to move very fast. In fact, the wretched beasts had stopped at a stream, and were refusing to cross it! Grisham had tried to whip them across, but the horses had had more than enough. So he had jumped down, and was attempting to lead the stubborn things across the stream when the first sounds of galloping horse hoofs caught Grisham's attention. And they were not coming from his safe haven of Sadaam!

Nervous, Grisham wanted anything but capture. He knew what would happen to him then! So, reaching over, into the back of the wagon, he pulled out his sword, cut one of the horses off the cart, and jumped on the beast's back! Freed from its restraints, the horse leapt forward. He was angry that he had to leave his prize behind, but at least this would get them off his back!

As the rescuers galloped up to the cart, the immortals could feel just the faintest trace of a buzz. They pulled their mounts to a quick stop and ran to the cart, all of them trying to yank off the tarp at once. Underneath it, they found Sarah Jo, blood soaked and naked, a wicked looking knife sticking out from between her breasts. 

Despite the slow animal Grisham was on, he was making a beeline for Sadaam, which was not far away now.  They would have to chase him into the city, and though the Shifters were with them, it was daylight and they had not been able to bring the vampires. The Immortals, naturally, wanted to see to Sarah Jo right away, and although they certainly wanted revenge, this was temporarily cooled by concern. As a result, no more than a few shifters pursued the rapist to the Sadaam City limits, then waited there. 

Duncan climbed up into the cart, and gathered Sarah Jo's limp body into his arms. "Do it," he said to Adams, who had followed him up and had hold of the hilt of the knife. 

Doc took a deep breath. Then he pulled the knife out. There was an initial rush of fresh blood, and then she began healing. A moment later, her body arched in Duncan's arms as she gasped for breath. She woke up fighting, desperately trying to continue her struggle to escape from her kidnapper. 

"Shh, shh," Duncan said, while Doc used the knife to cut her free. 

It took her a moment to realize who she was with, and as the pain of her wound gradually healed as her body regenerated, she started to sob softly. "I want to go
home," she cried, clinging to both of her two lovers. “I just want to go home!”

"Of course you do," they both said. They looked at each other, as if annoyed at the other repeating what he had said, but then they let it slide. She was the only thing that mattered right now! 

Doc Adams slipped off his coat, and together, he and Duncan gently wrapped it around Sarah Jo. She was still weeping quietly, doubled up in a fetal position
on the Highlander's lap. Doc was concerned about the amount of fresh blood covering the inside of her legs, but a quick check revealed nothing that would be causing it. 

She was completely healed - which was, of course, the problem. "Perhaps this brought on her menses," Methos suggested. 

The others managed to get the harness jury rigged so that the one remaining horse could draw the cart, and then they turned the cart around. It was too long of a
journey to head straight back to Edan, and Sarah Jo was so traumatized, they thought it would be best if she spent the night in Esperanza to recover. 

And it was getting close to dark, so the Vampires would be there to give their hospitality. It would then be decided what was to be done with Marcus Grisham!