WARNING – please read: This is a very dark chapter

WARNING – please read: This is a very dark chapter. I suspect if you've travelled this far with the story then you're not offended by dark themes, or sexual violence but if you are, then this is the chapter to AVOID. This is the last of the strong violence but it is the darkest chapter and contains strong sexual violence.

The story is not meant to cause offence, but I always thought that Marcus stories could really be dark and although it was a tough thing to write as a first story, it has been an interesting road to follow. It is definitely not to everyone's liking though and I understand that.

Same disclaimers: S&H do not belong to me and no profit is being made.

Chapter 7

Thoroughly shattered by the terrible violence he'd been forced to watch, Starsky stood staring in horror at the dead body which had once been his girlfriend, struggling to come to terms with what had happened. Images of her laughing face, of better times, flashed through his mind as he stared at the bloody body.

As Marcus' words floated through his mind, and the mention of Hutch, he automatically stiffened and lifted his head to stare at his captor. Hutch….no…..

"Fuck you, Marcus…." Starsky said hoarsely.

"No, Starsky, that's not the way. I'm gonna fuck you, but first you have to obey me, unless you want your partner to join your girlfriend here. You know we can do it! We abducted you from a courthouse the first time, and my people have been following you for some time now. Now get down on the floor…." Starsky tensed, but he recognized the truth. Hutch wasn't safe, Marcus' freaks were long reaching.

Trembling with shock and fear, Starsky sank to his knees, the hands which previously kept him standing had released him. Tears filled his eyes as overwhelming despair washed over him, despair and grief for a girl he'd started to care about, terror that Hutch would be brought in to endure this torture, and dread for what was about to happen. He kept his head bowed, so wasn't immediately aware of Marcus' approach. As his hair was gripped and his head forced up, he was horrified to see Marcus' naked body walking towards him, and even more terrified to see Marcus starting to masturbate. The intent was obvious and he watched in disbelief as Marcus' cock grew hard. Oh God, he couldn't do this…how could he survive this abomination?

Every instinct in him rebelled against the very thought, and he felt the bile rising into his throat but he was powerless to move as fingers gripped his jawline forcing his mouth open. He closed his eyes, wishing he could black out.

"Be warned, Starsky, if you bite this you won't die. You'll be forced to watch Hutchinson die in the worst way imaginable…."

Unwittingly, the tears fell as he felt the now erect penis being forced into his mouth. He tried to recoil from the unwelcome invasion but his head was held firmly as Marcus pushed his cock further in. Gagging against the unnatural pressure in his throat, Starsky instinctively struggled against the suffocation, but Marcus pulled back slightly, giving him a chance to take a breath. But it was only a momentary reprieve before Marcus thrust himself deeper.

Starsky's mind screamed in protest against the vile act, but he was unable to prevent the rape of his mouth as Marcus continued to rock back and forth, Starsky being made to accept the intrusion. Desperately he felt the urge to bite down, but the hands were holding his jaw open and the knowledge that he couldn't bear this happening to Hutch kept him still. Trying to blank his mind again, he tried to remember better times, to picture himself anywhere but on a dirty ground being assaulted by a vicious lunatic.

Oh God…Starsky started to choke as he felt Marcus ejaculating and he started to spit and choke, trying to rid himself of Marcus' seed. As Marcus moved away from him Starsky collapsed in a heap, vomiting what little stomach contents he had, and choking as he tried to spit out the bitter taste.

"You bastard…." Starsky could barely talk but he found the strength to curse his assailant. He choked and coughed, curling up into a ball and wishing he could disappear or that Marcus would just kill him.

"I'll be back, Starsky…" Marcus whispered in his ear.

"You sick fucker…why don't you just kill me. I'll never give in…" Starsky said hoarsely.

"We'll see…." Marcus mocked. "I'll be back…" Marcus didn't miss the shudder which ran through his victim. Starsky curled up tighter, ignoring the shafts of pain emanating all over his body. The laughter around him mocked his distress but he was beyond caring. He faded out as the footsteps walked away.

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"So this is the address of Penny's boyfriend?" Hutch asked as Dobey gave him a note.

"Yeah, it's a ranch house several hours north of the city. There's no guarantee the cult are there, but it's a good start." Dobey replied.

Hutch looked at the address, his heart rate had suddenly increased. He had a feeling it was the place.

"It's gotta be!" Hutch said excitedly. "Let's go!"

"Hutchinson, Ken,…." Dobey faltered. "It's just a lead, we can't send out the troops on a possible wild goose chase…"

"It's the only lead we have. They're obviously not holed up in the city. They have to be in the middle of nowhere, otherwise someone would have seen them. They need somewhere isolated to do what they do…." Hutch's voice broke, not wanting to imagine what they were doing to his best friend. "I say let's go!"

The shrill ring of the phone interrupted them and Hutch waited impatiently while Dobey picked it up. The problem was he couldn't afford to ignore phone calls, but he was itching to get out and find Starsky.

Dobey's face as he replaced the receiver was grave. "Okay, let's go. I'll tell you what I just found out as we go there. One of the freaks has broken ranks and claimed that Penny has been murdered."

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Starsky opened his eyes to almost complete darkness and silence. His eyes hurt, his mouth hurt, but his body had grown numb with shock. Only the remnants of a bitter taste reminded him that he'd not had a nightmare, and had endured the unimaginable. He tried to curl into a tighter ball, wanting to lose consciousness again and to forget everything. How could life ever be the same? Shuddering at the terrible memory of Marcus slaughtering Penny, of his cock being rammed into his mouth, Starsky tried not to think of what was going to happen next. The outline of Penny's body was in front of him, she'd been left in the same spot as she'd been killed, but other than the body, he appeared to have been left on his own. The bile rose again in his throat and he started to retch again, wanting to rid himself of the bitterness left in his dry and abused mouth.

"Let's bring Hutchinson to the party after all. Starsky is finished!" Marcus' voice penetrated through to Starsky's dazed mind and he automatically rolled onto his back, hissing with pain as he did.

"You're a sick son-of-a bitch. You'll never get away with this…" Despite his very bruised and damaged body, Starsky's spirit was remained, and Marcus found himself admiring the strong will and spirit. Starsky's face was bloodied and bruised, his lips swollen, and the bruises showed starkly around his neck. But the glint of strength remained in his eyes and Marcus smirked as he allowed his glance to trail down the strong but battered body, enjoying the sight of what he was about to claim.

Starsky trembled as he felt the penetrating leer but before he could move, his arms were grabbed and pulled to the side. Despite his desperate struggles, he was unable to show more than a token resistance as his arms were held firmly in place. He twisted his legs, ignoring the pain as his abused back scraped across the ground, trying frantically to dislodge the freaks holding him in place. He continued to struggle until Marcus took hold of his flailing legs and pulled them apart. He quickly knelt between them, ignoring Starsky's cursing and swearing. This was proving even more fun than he expected, breaking this strong cop. Despite the determined struggles, Marcus grew excited as he saw the tremors running through Starsky and it brought him great pleasure. Starsky might be strong and stubborn, but he was also terrified. He rubbed his hands along the sweaty and trembling chest.

"You're so tough, Marcus…." Starsky hated the fact he was now shaking so badly but he knew things were going to get even worse and he wasn't sure how he could handle it. The sudden grip on his cock caused him to yelp with pain and momentarily stilled him.

"Yes, I am, Starsky. But I know you want to keep me busy, keep me away from your pretty blond partner…"

Starsky gasped again as the grip tightened on his manhood but he was determined not to scream. He wouldn't give the freaks the satisfaction. Marcus had him where he wanted him and although he wouldn't admit it, he couldn't do anything that would put his partner at risk.

"So you make sure I am kept busy and don't make too much of a fuss if you don't want Hutchinson to join us."

Starsky closed his eyes again, hoping it would be easier if he couldn't see anything. The cruel hand had started stroking his cock, but he flinched as he felt himself being squeezed and the hands exploring him, probing, looking for his opening.

"It was your fault Penny died…." Marcus said conversationally.

Starsky tried to ignore the taunting voice.

"If you'd not fought us, and had given in to the inevitable, she'd still be alive…."

Starsky's breathing was becoming rapid and hard as Marcus continued to finger him. He was in an unspeakable nightmare, and he could only hope he could remain strong. He grunted as he felt his knees pushed up, just enough to elevate him slightly. Never before had he felt so vulnerable or terrified as he was held in his uncomfortable position. The thought that Marcus was between his legs, touching him, was overwhelming and he concentrated hard on maintaining his breathing. He struggled in vain, trying to dislodge whoever was holding him, praying for strength and trying to control his increasing panic. Still struggling, he braced himself as he felt Marcus's fingers at his entrance, circling the area, tormenting him further. He couldn't hold back the gasp as the first of Marcus' fingers found his hole and thrust strongly into him, tearing the sensitive flesh. As Marcus pushed in again, the pain exploded through him, and he cursed at his tormentor even as he continued to struggle.

Marcus grinned as he watched Starsky pulling and trying to recoil, thoroughly enjoying the sight of the arrogant cop's suffering.

Starsky's world had blurred into nothing but pain as Marcus ripped into him again, trying to stretch the tight area, forcing it open and he soon found himself screaming abuse at Marcus. Everything in him was trying to fight, all other injuries forgotten as he continued to fight, even as his body weakened.

Marcus merely laughed as he watched Starsky's futile struggles.

"Wasn't that good, Starsky?" Marcus mocked him again. "If you keep me busy, then maybe we won't need Hutchinson. You're putting up too much resistance, relax, Starsky."

But Starsky was beyond hearing, beyond relaxing, he was fighting for his life. He prayed for the torment to end, knowing he'd go insane if it continued. So he continued struggling against the hands holding him down.

"Guess we'll have to bring in the white knight…." Marcus said conversationally.

"No….." Starsky screamed, but still unable to stop fighting, grateful at last when he felt Marcus' fingers removed from his body, leaving him limp and shocked.

Vaguely he became aware running feet and Marcus' angry voice yelling indicated something had happened but he was beyond caring. The hands holding him down had gone and he was left as the flurry of activity went on around him. Sick to his heart, with his back passage burning, he blinked blearily at Marcus as he felt his hot breath over his face.

"Looks like we've got a traitor in our midst. Our party has to come to an end, Starsky. It's a shame, for I was looking forward to the culmination of our party and to you becoming one of us. If they find you in time, then rest assured I will be back to finish what I've started. If not, then at least I know you died knowing Hutchinson would be next….Bury him, my children, with the traitor and Penny…."

Starsky was barely aware of the needle being injected in his arm, or of being picked up and carried before he lost consciousness.