MOVING VIOLATION by MizzMitzy
WARNING ADULTS ONLY this is a dark story with various fairly descriptive rape scenes, bad language and racial overtones.
If you are not interested or old enough to read about sex or are sensitive to the subject of fictionalized sexual abuse then please do not read further. You have been warned. Go back now.
HAWAII FIVE-O
DISCLAIMER: The Five-0 characters are not my characters, they belong to CBS and I do not claim to own them no copyright infringement is therefore intended. No offense is intended either to any character named here, to any race, religion or sex and certainly not to anyone involved in the series, this is purely for fun and not gain. The author is not associated with owners, creators, producers or any media franchise related to Hawaii Five-0 or anything contained herein. All original characters and plot are the property of the author.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I have read that male abuse is more prevalent than anyone wants to admit, mostly done by men for dominance over their victim. It is a historical fact. Most men do not report their abuse for fear or shame. I do not agree with rape or abuse in any form in real life. This story is merely to illustrate how things can get out of hand when people believe others are a threat to them and how it can be used to subdue a victim and have power over them, even if they are but a representation of a group. Even the strongest person can be brought down with this kind of assault – it's all about seeing our heroes through it to make a happy ending. If this was real life it would not be okay!
Additional note: This story was sparked off by seeing an episode where the smaller Dan Williams came face to face with two bigger, stronger men and his badge, attitude and the respect for the police could have been all that stopped them from attacking him. What if he was in a similar situation and no one respected his authority but used it against him?
CHAPTER 1 – A Sunny Day Turns Dark
'It's seven ten on a busy and bee-utiful Honolulu morning and here on Island Radio we have a neat beat for you - Sly and The Family Stone with `A Family Affair.'
Dan Williams shifted on the stool he was sitting on, having heard the morning's news he was disinterested in the music and switched mentally away from the lyrics, preferring instead to concentrate on finishing off his sandwich. A lukewarm coffee was on the serving counter in front of him as he sat enjoying the sunshine and the last of his breakfast. The café awning stretched out over the pavement and a small queue of people waited for their takeaway refreshments. He glanced up at the street as he wiped a paper napkin over his mouth and watched the cars going past on their way to work.
It was already hot and sticky and Danny was ready for another shower, even though he had barely got dry from the last one. He loosened the collar and tie on his shirt and prepared to make his way to the office. Getting off the stool he took a last gulp of his drink, picked his jacket off his lap and said goodbye to the street café owner.
The sound of screeching brakes focused his attention on the road and he heard a woman yell out as a car did an illegal u-turn, almost knocking her over on a crossing before speeding off up the road, the driver clearly unconcerned. The woman appeared unharmed although she sank to the ground in shock and several passers by were giving her comfort.
In a second Danny was into police mode. Registering the make of the car and the fact that the woman was okay he ran to his own vehicle and drove off, half-aware that a moving violation wasn't within Five 0's jurisdiction and should be handled by HPD but he was on the scene now and his reaction was automatic.
He was angry that the peaceful morning had been broken and was determined to track down the offender.
As Danny caught up to the other vehicle he was about to put the siren on to pull the guy over when something caught his attention and he hesitated. The car was a brand new 1971 Ford Mustang convertible and was consistent with the types of vehicles being boosted by a gang of car thieves. Seeing the way the driver handled the motor, Danny was instantly suspicious. Thinking the car to be stolen, he eased off his pursuit, deciding instead to follow a short distance behind as the suspect drove to wherever he was going.
He picked up the radio microphone and requested HPD run a check on the vehicle license and registration, asking if it had been reported stolen. The check came back a few minutes later as belonging to a Professor Alicia Morgan but no one had reported the car as missing.
Danny noticed the driver was male and, despite the HPD report, his cop senses were prickling.
"I'm following the vehicle along Vineyard Boulevard and believe it to be stolen, the driver is a young male, no description, acting suspiciously. I'll radio for back up if required. Williams out."
That was the last that anyone would hear of Danny Williams for a while.
Dan followed the car discreetly, the driver seemingly unaware he was being followed. The bright red Mustang gleamed in the sunshine and was easy to spot even from a distance. He concentrated on the road ahead, noting the direction the man took and the district. From neatly turned out houses the neighborhood gradually became more run down and less and less likely that an expensive car belonged there. Garbage-strewn streets and dilapidated housing became more commonplace and Dan felt sure his hunch was correct.
He drove on, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel - eager to find out where the man was taking him.
Some twenty-five minutes had passed since he started the pursuit and Dan was just about to call in when he saw the car slow down ahead of him.
The indicator light blinked and the Mustang squealed and bounced on the curb as it turned sharply onto a forecourt and was driven straight into a large shed.
Danny carried on past the place and stopped on the opposite side of the road twenty yards ahead. He killed the engine and, arm over the back of his seat, he turned to check out the scene.
There was plenty of movement inside, men in mechanic's uniforms buzzing around a couple of beaten up old cars in the shade. Signs outside announced lube changes, vehicle tests and an assortment of other cheap vehicle services. At first glance all appeared normal. He couldn't see the man, or the car, and wondered if he had been wrong. Perhaps the guy had been hired by the Professor simply to have work done on her car. It was conceivable that he was taking the woman's vehicle this side of town to save money; possibly in the hope he could skim the rest.
Nothing seemed out of the ordinary and yet the bulletin he had read kept nagging at him. He had to investigate further.
Deciding the best way was to appear to be a customer, he turned the car around and pulled onto the lot, his exhaust pipe hitting the curb as he did so, grating loudly. Dan got out of his car and strolled casually towards the large shed, noting everything around him.
As he walked into the shadowy entrance a tall Polynesian about Danny's age came forward to meet him wiping his hands on a rag.
"Morning," Danny said in greeting.
The man's eyes narrowed suspiciously and Dan noted a quick sideways glance at the Mustang now parked in the back of the garage.
"What do you want?" The man said gruffly.
"I noticed your sign outside and wondered if you could check the oil for me?"
Williams could tell the man wasn't sure about him and couldn't blame the guy. He was dressed in a tailored blue suit with shirt and looked altogether too clean cut and out of place for the neighborhood; just like the brand new car in the back. "I'm er…just passing through and noticed my oil's burning a little." He said lamely, hoping to allay suspicion.
"Okay." The mechanic said in a monotone voice and Danny let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. He opened the bonnet and the guy poked his head underneath it, checking everything as he waited for the engine to cool. Satisfied that the guy was preoccupied, Danny strolled into the shed, hands in his pockets. He acted casually as he strolled up to the Ford. The driver was nowhere to be seen.
Walking around to the side window he took a quick look inside but nothing appeared out of place, except there were no keys in the ignition; a possible sign it had been boosted. Checking he wasn't being watched, Dan opened the glove compartment and quickly frisked it for a license.
He had just closed the door and pulled his arm out when he felt a presence behind him and turned to find a big Hawaiian standing far too close. Danny pushed himself back against the vehicle instinctively, trying to make space between their bodies and felt the wing mirror press into his ribs. He winced.
"What are you doing man?" The deep island voice boomed.
"Just admiring the Mustang, nice set of wheels!" Danny replied quickly and for some reason felt his mouth become dry.
"Yeah well they're not your wheels so don't go snooping."
"Oh I wasn't, it's just a cool car and I thought I'd take a look."
Danny squeezed past the bulky body and started to walk backwards towards the light. The man followed him and he was keenly aware from the frown on the mechanic's face that he was becoming unwelcome. All he wanted to do was get away to call in what he had found.
The man grimaced at him and showed his teeth. He must have been over six foot tall with broadly muscled shoulders that bulged underneath blue coveralls which were open to his navel, showing off a chest covered in thick curly black hair matching those on his head. He looked dangerous.
"Hey look no harm done." Dan said, holding his palms open in supplication but as he took another step backwards he bumped into someone behind him and jumped. He turned to find it was the first guy who was supposedly dealing with his car.
"You got trouble Mano? The man said, looking past Dan to the other mechanic questioningly and blocking Danny's escape at the same time.
"Not sure - this guy was snooping around."
Dan looked between the two men and felt the reassuring bulk of his weapon tucked tightly against his waist. He wasn't sure quite how he had walked into this potential mess but he was aware he might have to announce himself as a cop.
"Look, I told you I just wanted an oil change. I can easily get that someplace else if it's a problem for you." He sounded more confident than he felt, particularly when he noticed from the corner of his eye yet another man standing watching them in the shadows.
Trying to appear nonchalant, he moved around the first guy and began walking back to his car, his breathing easing after the tension he had felt.
He almost made it when suddenly his arms were grabbed from behind and pinned painfully against his back. Danny's forehead was pushed onto the top of his car and his eyes drew level with the radio microphone. He inwardly cursed his stupidity, one of them was bound to spot the radio and then he would have to tell them he was Five-0.
"Hey Sammie, get out here NOW!" He heard the big guy – Mano - shout.
"Guys, I don't want trouble, I just want to get out of here and be on my way!" Danny said and winced as his arms were pulled harder. He turned his head slightly and saw a young man of about twenty with a mass of curly brown hair walk towards him.
"You seen this guy before bruddah?" Mano asked. The kid shook his head.
"Sure no one followed you here?" The other man asked in turn.
"No! I'm not stupid Ratchet. No one saw me!" Sammie replied angrily.
Danny thought the kid must have been driving the Mustang and probably thought he was home and dry so far away from where he'd stolen the car so didn't bother to check for a tail; that or he was too inexperienced - whatever his role.
"Search him anyway, something doesn't smell right." Mano growled and he found himself hauled back inside the shed.
"Stop! Just let me go and I'll leave in peace!" Danny argued, more agitated than ever.
Ratchet pushed him and he stumbled over his feet before being dragged roughly against the car, the taller man pinning him with one hand to the side of the vehicle.
He heard his radio chirp and a dispatcher's voice calling him and his heart sank. Things were fast getting out of hand.
"Oh man! He's a cop, that's a police radio!" The kid yelled out.
Williams decided to go for his gun and kicked `Ratchet' away from him before reaching inside his jacket.
Danny was fast, but it appeared someone else was faster and he felt excruciating pain in his right wrist as he saw a shape out of the corner of his eye before something hard connected with the bones. He dropped the gun and cried out as bones snapped. Grasping his injured limb, he ducked another swipe from an enormous wrench and through blurry eyes tried to rush between the men like a quarterback, dodging them in order to get to the light and the safety of his car outside.
He managed to get to the exit just as a door rolled across it, effectively cutting him off from the outside world.
Williams was panicking now, his exit blocked. He looked anxiously around the garage trying to locate another way out but it was in vain.
Five men stared at him in the subdued light and all barring the kid looked menacing. He didn't recognize the man behind him who had closed the roller door, or the man who had broken his wrist, but together with the others they were coming towards him, fanning out so he couldn't escape. They were not happy.
Danny's heart beat faster and he licked his lips to moisten them, hoping that he could locate a weapon somewhere to protect himself with. He ran towards a bench covered with tools and picked up a wrench, similar in size to the one that caused him so much pain. He hefted it, knowing that his left hand wasn't as dexterous as his right and pulled his damaged wrist closer into his chest protectively.
Looking between the men he swung the weapon in front of him, trying not to be backed into a corner but edging towards one nevertheless. He cursed again, recalling he had left his ankle-holstered back-up weapon at his apartment that morning. Too many errors for one day. He felt sick.
Unable to take his eyes off them Williams announced, "Back off! I'm a Police Officer!" but felt stupid when all but the kid, Sammie, began to laugh.
"We know piggy!" A stocky, pock-marked Samoan said quietly and came towards him, snorting in an imitation of a pig. He had been the one who had hit him and was gripping the giant wrench in his hands with the intention of doing more damage.
"Will he squeal I wonder?" asked the other occupant of the shed; a tall and wiry feminine-looking Hawaiian with thick black hair tied into a high bun and kept in place with twigs. He smiled and appraised Danny in a way that made him feel uncomfortable.
"Question is what are you doing here? Not a coincidence surely?" Mano asked reasonably, cutting through the atmosphere with his voice. He folded his beefy arms as he stood in the middle of his cohorts, ignoring the jibes from his fellow mechanics.
For some reason it seemed such a sensible request in the light of what Danny was starting to believe they were going to do to him that he felt compelled to answer.
"That young man there - Sammie - almost killed someone, I saw him and followed the car back here." He said simply, giving them half of the truth.
Ratchet grinned menacingly, "Now why should we believe you cop?"
"It's the truth, ask him yourself. He did a u-turn and scared a woman half to death!"
"He's lying!!" Sammie answered, stepping forward nervously. "He's just saying that! I was careful, I never saw anyone."
Mano slapped the young man across the face with bruising force, "You stupid hapa-haole – we told you not to take chances!"
Tears welled up in the kid's eyes and he looked down at the floor.
"You risked bringing down da cops on us for a stupid traffic violation!!" Ratchet screamed at the young man and grabbed him by the front of his tee-shirt, lifting him off the floor. Sammie looked terrified.
"ENOUGH!" Mano shouted, "Let him down bruddah. Too late now, we're just gonna have to deal with it."
As Ratchet dropped the kid, Sammie moved away and started to bite his nails nervously.
Danny never noticed the Samoan pick his gun up from the floor, he was so focused on Mano and the others. Beads of perspiration had broken out onto his forehead and his vision was blurry from the throbbing agony in his wrist.
"You don't have to deal with anything." He said trying to placate them, "No harm done, if you let me go now I'll leave here and no more will be said."
"A COP'S word? You must think we're fucking nuts man!" Ratchet replied and spat on the floor.
"You expect us to believe you? After all you were assaulted – Officer" Mano replied, looking at Danny's broken wrist.
Dan nodded. "Yes, yes I do. I give you my word that this goes no further." In truth he had no intention of keeping his word but couldn't let them know that.
"Well now we don't HAVE to trust anything you say!" A deep voice announced gleefully beside his ear and he heard the click as the hammer on his gun cocked back and cold metal pressed against his temple.
"Drop it, pretty boy!"
Dan closed his eyes in feigned defeat and reluctantly bent to drop the weapon.
"Good work Lupe!" Mano said prematurely as Williams bent back up and, quick as a flash, clipped the Samoan under the chin with the edge of the tool. The man fell back from him but didn't go down, staggering a few paces instead, but it gave the detective enough room to manoeuvre. He went for the gun.
Instantly he felt a crush of bodies as three heavy men weighed into him and pushed him to the ground. Danny screamed out as his damaged arm connected with the concrete and he saw flashes of light before his eyes.
He struggled to push them off and kicked out as best he could but his strength was no match for three men and he felt hands gripping him and pulling him up off the floor, hair standing up by the roots as they wrenched his curls. The sleeve on his jacket was torn and he was clouted in the side of his head, making him dizzy.
Ratchet and the Hawaiian with the bun held his arms and he yelped when his wrist was touched, the bones grating against one another inside the swelling flesh.
Mano reached inside Danny's jacket and pulled out his ID. He stared at the Five-0 badge and back at Danny before showing the gold shield to his fellow mechanics. "We have a detective from the famous Five-0 police department here bruddahs. Not just an ordinary haole cop, a special one! So what's this about, cop Williams?"
Steve McGarrett's second-in-command determinedly stuck to his story, "I told you, the kid was driving dangerously, it was a moving violation, nothing more."
"Plain clothed pigs don't normally stop boys in cars, you're lying to me and I don't like haole's who lie!"
Dan said nothing, his mind was buzzing, trying to seek a logical way out of his situation. So far it was fruitless.
"So what are we going to do huh cousin? We're ruined!" the Hawaiian holding Williams asked Mano.
"Shut up Koa, I'm thinking."
"Oh I can think of something bruddah," Ratchet said mysteriously and pulled on Danny's arm, making him cry out. "Cops like him put me away, I ain't letting this one go without payback!"
"If you don't let me out of here you're in serious trouble whatever your game it will be ten times worse for you if you harm a police officer! Surely you know that!!?" Danny said desperately and tried to wriggle free of his captors.
"Who says anything about harm? I was thinking more of something rather more pleasurable!" Lupe said, recovered from the blow from the wrench. He came towards Danny, favoring his bruised cheek, blood leaking from his lips where he had bitten his tongue. He was furious and immediately punched Williams in the gut. "Well, maybe a little harm!" He added and chuckled as he watched Danny's face contort in pain.
Danny sagged from the blow, all the breath leaving his body. He felt as though he would vomit, the coffee in his stomach churning and acid burning up through his esophagus. Lupe grabbed his chin and lifted his head up before spitting in Danny's face, the bloody goo trickling down his cheek, "One way or another you are in trouble, you know that don't you?"
Of all the things he could know at that moment he realized that Lupe was telling the truth. Danny feared for his life then and badly wanted to collapse. Instead he summoned his strength, stared defiantly at the pitted face of the Samoan, and spat back at him.
"Why you…!!!" Lupe screamed and, wiping the muck off his face, went to get the gun.
"Hey Lupe, I have a better suggestion! How about that pleasure first eh? He's a pretty one that's for sure and no better way to show da haole pig not to mess with us!" Koa said and reaching his hand around Danny's body ripped open the detective's shirt, exposing his chest for Lupe and Mano to see, buttons flying everywhere.
"NO!!" Danny shouted and struggled even more, his legs kicking out in all directions as he saw the look on Lupe's face. The man's anger had turned into something else, something even more animalistic. The detective was terrified but was held tight.
The atmosphere in the building changed. Four pairs of eyes stared at the helpless man with hunger of a different kind. Danny's insides turned to water as the reality of what they were proposing sunk in. He was building up to a yell but when Lupe slid a finger down his naked breast he choked on bile, cutting the sound off.
"Sammie, go watch the front, put the closed sign up and shut the door behind you." Mano quickly instructed the young man as he licked his lips and stared at the struggling man before him. Lupe moved Dan's tie around to the back of his neck and pinched both of the detectives nipples fiercely. Danny grit his teeth but said nothing.
Koa was right, he was a pretty blue-eye but he was also the enemy and they had power over him which gave them certain rights in his book.
"Mano what are you going to do?" Sammie asked in all innocence.
"DON'T answer me back kid! Let us do this – go keep a look out. You got that?"
Sammie bit on one last ragged remnant of a nail and nodded, "Got it."
He moved away from the scene reluctantly, eager to know what would happen to the young sandy-haired cop but worried nevertheless. He didn't want the responsibility of standing guard but neither was he sure he wanted to see more blood or pain.
As he opened the shed doors he took a look back and saw Lupe standing close to the cop. He heard a gasp from the man as Lupe's hand reached down and grabbed the detective roughly through his pants.
Sammie hastily retreated. He wasn't stupid, now he knew what they would do and he felt sick just thinking about it.