CHAPTER 10
A/N: This chapter does contain a graphic scene of male on male gang rape. If this offends you, please do not read any further.
Starsky was pulled from a restless slumber by hands grabbing at him and pulling him to his feet. Accustomed to the rough treatment and unexpected attacks after his long period of captivity, Starsky didn't resist as they dragged him over to the ladder that had been lowered into the blackness of his prison. Painful slaps and punches forced him up the ladder to the surface. Starsky blinked at the sudden brightness of the sun after his enforced confinement in almost total darkness. He stumbled as the two men who had come for him pushed him towards the large building where the more severe punishments and abuse was doled out, usually in front of the entire congregation. After such a long stretch of almost daily abuse, Starsky was weak and disoriented, but still alert. He hadn't given up entirely but he was close to his breaking point. Most of the fight had been beaten out of him, along with his hope for a miraculous rescue. He could feel his bond with Hutch, his lifeline, growing weaker and weaker every day.
Starsky was led to the front of the building and up onto the familiar raised platform that faced the gathering of followers. This time however, he noticed that something new had been added. 4 large eye bolts had been screwed into the wood. Starsky soon discovered the reason for the eye bolts when he was forced down onto his stomach to the floor. His arms were stretched out over his head and handcuffed to the two eyebolts that were placed there. Then his legs were spread wide and his ankles securely fastened to the two eyebolts placed there. He had been placed in a similar position before when he was beaten with a whip and then a thick wooden paddle. Very painful, but not something he couldn't endure again if he had to.
Starsky immediately sensed something different about this encounter when six of the largest, most muscular men in the congregation stepped forward and surrounded his body. They were all naked, their large cocks proudly on display. As each man began to stroke his organ into full arousal, Starsky prepared himself for another round of sexual abuse. More than once he had been forced to suck another man's cock and once several men in the congregation had masturbated over his bound body and then he had been force fed their semen. Degrading and humiliating, yes, but not physically painful.
He closed his eyes tightly as he felt several pairs of rough hands begin to stroke his body. He whimpered in pain as someone reached between his legs and squeezed his balls tightly. But it was the next move that made his body stiffen, his eyes flying open in alarm, when he felt someone jab their finger into the most vulnerable part of his body, the one place that nobody had ever touched him before until now. He pulled against his bonds, trying unsuccessfully to squirm away from the painful intrusion. He heard the low rumble of laughter as the man violating him deliberately twisted his finger and dug at the sensitive tissue of Starsky's virgin center.
"Noooo…pleaseeee…" Starsky cried out involuntarily, renewed strength born of terror giving him the energy to try and fight back from this particular violation. The men surrounding him just laughed at his pleading and painful gasps as the man added a second finger to the first, stretching out Starsky's anus painfully. The brunet tried, unsuccessfully, to blot out the reality of this latest rape, by far the most painful and feared rape of all.
Starsky was not inexperienced sexually, and he harbored no prejudices against homosexuals, but he had always been straight and had never entertained the thought of letting another man fuck him up the ass. The idea of having another man's cock rammed into him, especially against his will, was incomprehensible to the struggling brunet. Now he knew why these six men had been chosen, they had the biggest cocks in the congregation. This rape had been carefully planned so that it would hurt him the most physically and mentally.
He gasped in relief when he felt the man pulling his fingers out of his ass, but that relief was short lived when his fingers were replaced by the feeling of something much larger and firmer stabbing at the hidden center of his body. As the man lunged forward, burying himself to the hilt inside the burnet with one brutal thrust of his hips, the agonized scream that was ripped from Starsky's throat echoed off the walls. Starsky continued to scream, again and again, as the brutal rape continued unabated. By the time the first man finally ejaculated and pulled out, Starsky was only semi-conscious and nearly incoherent.
But he had no time to recover before the second man was raping him, followed in quick succession by the other four men, until all six men had brutalized him, leaving the brunet torn and bleeding heavily from his anus. But, Starsky didn't notice. He had mercifully lost consciousness during the third rape. When the last man had finished, he stepped back and rejoined the rest of the gathering. Within minutes, the rest of the cult was pulling off their clothes and pairing off for a ritualistic orgy, heedless of their unconscious victim still lying on the platform.
The first rays of the morning sun were rising over the trees when Starsky finally opened his eyes. He moaned softly, his entire body feeling as if it had been torn apart inside. The slightest movement sent waves of agony crashing through his body, especially his ass. He could feel the dried blood that had dripped down the inside of his thighs to the floor and he could smell the foul odor of his own urine and feces. He closed his eyes tightly and prayed for God to take him now so he wouldn't have to endure any more abuse. He had finally been broken, an empty shell of a man that longed for death to free him from his captivity. He let himself drift away, deep into the depths of his own mind. A place where he was safe and with Hutch again.
Much later, two men came into the building and climbed up on the platform to release the captive burnet so that he could be returned to his underground prison. Unfastening his wrists and then his ankles, they lifted up the limp, unresponsive body, supporting Starsky's weight between them, as they began to drag him out of the building. Suddenly, without any warning, Starsky seemed to come alive, pulling away from his captors with any amazing show of strength. Surprised at their normally passive and weak prisoner's sudden surge of resistance, they dropped their hold on his arms. With an roar that sounded like a wounded lion in pain, Starsky lunged at one of the men and sank his teeth deep into the startled man's throat, while his fingers clawed at the man's eyes.
The second man recovered from his momentary lapse and sprang to his friend's rescue but by the time he pulled the outraged brunet away from his partner, the damage had been done. Starsky's teeth had torn out the man's throat. The man fell heavily to the ground, his hands clutching at the gushing wound in his neck as the life slowly drained from his eyes.
The other man quickly grabbed a metal pipe and slammed it against the side of the Starsky's head, dropping him to the ground immediately, and splitting open a deep gash in his forehead. Breathing heavily, he viciously kicked the fallen brunet several times in the chest, stomach and groin. Leaving the unconscious man where he had fallen, he hurriedly went to inform Judas of the brunet's violent attack and murder of one of their own.