This is written for Brook who has helped me so much, and dedicated to my dear friends Delia and Shawne and Nelleke. There were too many gaps in this excellent episode so I hope I've managed to fill some of them in. Starting with how they arrested Simon Marcus. I've never done an epiode related story before, so please bear with me and if I make a mess, no disrespect is intended to the original script writers!

CAUTION FOR SOME ADULT CONTENT - IF IT OFFENDS PLEASE READ NO FURTHER.

The scenes of the black mass are taken from an early 18th century text which describes the osculum infame - or infamous kiss. - Honest, I'm not sick enough to make it up!

Disclaimer - I don't own 'em, but I like to play!

Chapter 1

'D'ya see anything yet?'

'Dunno, the window's dirty and whatever they're doing in there, they've steamed it up'.

'Hutch, it's a barn, not some car parked at Lovers Point. You'll be tellin' me next its rocking from side to side'.

'Well there's something pretty hot going on here too. I can just make out some black robes. There's about 12 of them. They're in a circle, but I can't make out what they're doing'.

'Here lemme see'. Starsky pulled his blond partner out of the way and took Hutch's place at the small dirty window, rubbing it hard with the side of his hand in an attempt to get a better view. He drew a blank and sighed heavily.

'We need to see for sure. Can't have half the PD coming up here tomorrow and charging in on the wrong outfit. Dobey would definitely be pissed'.

'You think? The last time that happened we were busted down to traffic for two weeks. And those black caps don't do it for me anymore'.

'Hmm dunno. I kinda like ya in black'.

'Starsk will you shudup and just case the joint?'

'Well I can't see anything through this crummy window. We need to get inside and see what they're really all about. How's about a little trip into the lion's den huh?'

Hutch shrugged. 'Whatever you say, What's the plan?'

The brunet grinned. 'When did we ever need a plan? Where's your sense of adventure? That's just it with you Blondie. Always playing it safe. Always looking for the easy way. No imagination, that's your trouble. C'mon' he got himself into a crouch, drawing his Smith and Wesson Model 59 and ran for the barn door.

Hutch drew his own long barrelled Colt Magnum Python and followed muttering darkly under his breath. 'Follow your partner. Watch his back. How'm I supposed to watch his back when he doesn't tell me what his back is gonna go next? Jeez Starsk! No imagination!'

He skidded to a halt next to his partner and Starsky cocked his head. 'What did ya say? No what?'

Hutch snickered. 'Just thinking I admire a man with imagination. That's your plan? Go through the front door and hope they don't see you?'

'Ya got a better one?'

'Back door?'

'is there a back door in a barn?'

'Starsk there's always a back door. C'mon, follow the guy with no imagination'. He set off in a crouching run down the long length of the barn, ducking under the various windows as he went and hearing the soft footfall of the brunet's blue Addidas behind him.

The night was warm and starlit, the moon low on the horizon as they crouched down together at the corner of the big building. Moths danced before them as they disturbed the sandy earth at the edges of the deserted farmyard, the main farmhouse having long since been left to rot. Fencing lay on the ground and weeds sprouting through the hard packed dirt. It was a godforsaken place, way out in the hills behind Bay City, the only other signs of life, apart from the group in the barn being a large black bull who walked around a bare fenced paddock disconsolately looking for food and a nice young heifer to while away its time.

Sweat beaded on the foreheads of the two cops and not for the first time, they cursed the necessity of having to wear overshirts to hide their weapons. At that moment, on that hot, sticky night, they wanted nothing more than a shower, a cold beer and the company of two pretty girls.

Instead they were sitting in a forgotten farmyard, squatting by the side of a dimly lit barn in the middle of the night, Just another average shift for the BCPD.

Hutch ducked around the corner of the barn.

'See' he said with satisfaction. 'A back door. told ya'.

'Gee the wealth of knowledge you get from living in the country huh?'

'I wouldn't call Duluth the country, but I had my share of working on my Granddad's farm' Hutch grunted.

'And did he have mad religious types in his barn too'.

'Nah, just the usual tractors, baling machines, hay'.

'OK well, d'ya see any way in that will keep us hidden from them?' Starsky asked softly.

'Uh huh. there's a stack of hay bales against the back wall. If we open the door slowly we can get in under their cover'. Hutch sat back on his heels. 'God, I hope they don't have one of the kids there'.

Starsky's face hardened. 'If they do, I'm not gonna be responsible for my actions. If they've got a kid in there, there's no way I'm gonna wait till tomorrow night'.

'I know buddy. I feel the same. Lets just get in and see huh?'

They squatted down by the side of the barn door and Hutch pushed his hands into the opening, edging the big heavy door open a crack. They both ducked inside and rolled over until their backs were pressed against the hay bales. Now that they were inside the barn they could hear the sounds of the cult members more clearly.

Starsky peeped around the wall of hay. He saw the circle of men dressed in flowing black robes, their heads swathed in black hoods as they stood swaying from side to side. Each cloak had an inverted red cross on the back and a rope belt cinching it in at the waist. Their feet were sandaled.

They stood around a rough wooden altar affair at the centre of their circle. On the flat top was a black chalice, an inverted cross and two spluttering candles. By the side of the altar stood a man dressed in the same attire as his followers. His hood was cast back, showing long straggly black hair and a pointed, rat-like face, his eyes hooded and dark. His hands were held in the air and out wide as if blessing the congregation, but his words were muffled by the chanting around him although Starsky could see his lips moving as if he was chanting a verse or blessing. His congregation uttered their liturgy over and again.

Si-mon Si-mon Si-mon as their flickering shadows danced around the sides of the barn.

The candlelight gave the scene a vaguely demonic air and as the two men watched, the chanting became louder and Marcus pointed his finger. A young women peeled off from the crowd and went to stand with the man in the centre of the circle, her head downcast in supplication. The man that stood by her side, the leader of the cult, Starsky and Hutch had discovered was called Simon Marcus.

The woman faced the rest of the crowd, her face serious and focussed as though she were hypnotised and slowly she opened her robe revealing her pale naked body to the man and women around her. She showed no embarrassment and there was no reaction from the congregation as it fell in a puddle to the ground. She turned and knelt obediently in front of Marcus. She was a pretty young girl with a sweet heart shaped face and long pale brown hair and she looked incongruous at the side of the older, weasley looking man. Beauty and the beast. He placed his hand on her head as if blessing her, before parting the front of his robes with his hands. Apparently, he too wore nothing beneath and she leaned forward slightly, kissing at the centre of his body before kneeling upright again and looking up adoringly at the cult leader with eyes as big as soup plates.

Marcus let his black robe slip from his shoulders and the crowd hushed as he walked to the altar, draping his naked, scrawny form across it and sticking his butt out so that it could clearly be seen by his congregation. The girl followed him seeming to know what she was to do, and knelt again behind him, arranging herself so that her legs were splayed apart, her hands held loosely on her thighs as she looked down at the ground.

Voice muffled by distance and by his position, the two detectives still heard Marcus utter his next commend from his position bent forward over the altar.

'Donum me osculum infame'. He said the Latin words loudly and without hesitation, the girl leaned forward again.

She placed her hands on Marcus' thin hips to balance herself and as Hutch shivered in disgust, she used her thumbs to part the leader's cheeks and delicately planted a kiss on his puckered opening, lingering just long enough for the act to descend from obscene to lewd. Marcus made no movement, gave no reaction and she sat upright again, her eyes once again fixed firmly on the ground.

Marcus stood, turned and held out his hand to the girl. She looked up at him, adoration in her eyes and her breathing becoming rapid and shallow. She took it and stood, daintily following him to the side of the altar and without comment, climbed up onto it. She arranged her body until she was laying on her back, her legs dangling over the edge of the table and put her hands above her head. Displayed thus, she waited, eyes closed and chest heaving. Marcus stood between her splayed legs looking up along her slim body, it being quite obvious that he was ready to defile her. He paused, looking at the congregation.

'Hic es diabolo' he intoned.

'Salve diabolo' the congregation chanted in response.

He moved his body up against hers and the woman turned her head to face the congregation, her face happy and rapt as Marcus began his violation of her body. She showed no signs of distress or in fact enjoyment as he rammed into her time and again, he body moving in time to his. Neither made a noise until the final moment when, with a disgusting grunt, he collapsed briefly against her still form, panting hard before pushing himself away from her.

Without any embarrassment or any word to her, he held out his hand and she took it, pulling herself up and shuffling off the altar. As Marcus stood stock still, the pretty girl picked up her robe and put it back on, tying the rope around her slim waist as Marcus waited. Then, she took a cloth from the side of the altar, dipping it into the chalice and knelt in front of her leader, gently cleaning his body of the residue of their sex. Marcus stared straight ahead, hardly acknowledging that she was there and when she was finished, she stood, took his robe and draped it over his shoulders. He raised his hands again above the quiet congregation, palms out.

'Salve Diabolo' he said loudly and the crowd, who had remained quiet as the devil worshipping leader completed his black mass, started their chanting once more, this time more loudly, as they swayed from side to side, driving themselves into a hypnotic stupor. One by one, they started to pair off, men and women together as they started to disrobe, the scene soon dissolving into one of a mass orgy, the seven couples all lost in their own hormone driven urges across the floor of the barn, the big building echoing to the sounds of their rutting. As Marcus surveyed the scene with satisfaction, he suddenly looked at the wall of hay at the back of the room. Starsky stared for a fraction of a second into the eyes of the leader before pulling away. Had Marcus seen him? The cult leader made no reaction, but the brunet still felt as though he himself had been violated in some way.

The two detectives ducked back behind their wall of hay, their eyes holding sick disgust at what they'd just witnessed.

'My God, this guys once sick puppy!' Hutch ground out. 'When Sutton told us his daughter was caught up in some sort of Satanic cult, I had no idea it was so….'

'Basic?' Starsky said, trying to cut out the sounds of sex coming form the cult members. 'C'mon. For some reason, I don't think they're gonna notice if we sneak out now. D'you?'

They made their quiet way back out of the barn and ran for their car which Starsky had parked a long way down the hill. When they got there, they sat inside the Torino, gasping and attempting to get their breath.

'I thought I'd seen it all' Starsky said wonderingly. 'But Jeez, that was something else!'

'Well we definitely got enough to go back in tomorrow night. And at least there were no kids there tonight. I need a beer, or possibly something stronger'.

The brunet switched on the engine. 'Know what ya mean buddy. What time is it? 11:45? Just time to get to the Pits'.