Chapter 8

'I want you to sit back and try to relax' Beth told the curly haired prisoner as she dimmed the lights in the room.

'Pretty difficult with the jewellery on' Starsky grunted, rattling the chains on the manacles gently.

'Sorry. Rules are rules' Beth said apologetically. 'Just try to get as comfortable as you can and then close your eyes and take some deep breaths. Good.'

The brunet shuffled in his chair and tried to rest his head back. Finding that he was unable to get particularly comfortable, he sighed and concentrated on his breathing instead. He closed his eyes, his head still full of thoughts of Hutch lying bleeding on the ground. He could feel the weight of his Smith and Wesson in his hand, the noise of the report still loud in his ears. OK, stop that. Don't think. Just breathe he told himself sternly. Behind him, Beth started to talk softly and calmly and Starsky found that pretty soon he was beginning to listen intently to her voice.

'I want you to let your mind go blank. Look at your thoughts as if from a distance. Don't concentrate on any particular one, just let them drift into your mind and let them flow past your eyes. As you see them flow past allow the next one to merge into the last. None are important and none need trouble you. They're echoes of your past, reflections of what's gone by. You're awake but now you can feel your eyelids getting heavier. You want to close your eyes and that's fine. Let your body get heavy. Your arms are heavy, your legs are heavy. Your eyelids are closing. Can you hear me David?'

Starsky heard her ask but it was almost too much trouble to answer her. He felt peaceful and warm and for the first time in a long time he wasn't scared any more. 'Yeah' he breathed.

Beth nodded. Wow, that was quick! Starsky was certainly a good subject to hypnotise. The rest should be relatively easy.

'I want you to think back to your childhood. What was the worst thing that happened to you? I want you to think of that one thing.'

The brunet's breath quickened. 'My Dad. Dad was shot. There's cops at the door….his friends….Ma's letting them in and they're….oh!'

'Let it pass David. Watch it and let is pass. Now I want you to think about a time when you've felt happy. Think of the happiest time you've ever had. A time when you felt as though your heart would burst with joy. Take that thought and focus on it. Cherish and concentrate on that feeling. Can you tell me what that time was?'

The brunet's face had spread into a wide grin. He seemed shy and yet at the same time his face had relaxed into genuine joy. 'Hutch. He's gonna be ok. He woke up and Judith said he's gonna be fine. The serum worked.'

'That's good David' Beth said, touched that David's happiest thought had been about his partner. It reinforced her (and the Warden's belief) that something else had been at work when Starsky had done what he'd done to the blond. 'I want you to remember that feeling and I want you to move forward to the last time you worked with Hutch.

The grin faded to be replaced by concentration as Starsky thought about that time.

'We clocked off. I'm tired and we go home. I'm sitting on the sofa and I'm flicking through the channels but there's nuthin on the TV so I'm looking at my watch. It's about 10:30 and I decide I'm gonna go to bed. I go to sleep….Hutch says I can sleep on a tightrope. I wake up later and look at the clock. It's 11:30 an' I woke up coz the phone is ringin'. It's Hutch. I'm panickin' coz I think sumthin's wrong. He sounds kinda rattled and he's askin' me if I've been foolin' around an' phonin' him. I tell him no, I've been asleep. I ask him if he's ok and he says he's had some prank call askin' him about the difficulties of bein' a cop.' Starsky paused, his brow furrowed in concentration.

'That's good Dave' Beth encouraged him. 'What happened next? Move the film forward. Fast forward to the next morning and tell me about the next time you saw Hutch.'

'I get up an' I'm still kinda tired. I have breakfast and set off in the car. I call for him. It's my turn to drive the Torino an' he's all huffy coz he hates bein' in my car when it's hot. He prefers to drive then he can tootle along at 30. I pick him up. He seems tired and he says he hasn't slept well. We spend the rest of the day followin' up leads on the Children's home and then he comes back to mine for pizza. We were gonna double date, but instead we just have a quiet night. He's been quiet all day and he says he wants to turn in early so I leave his house. It's about 10:45 and I drive home.'

'Did your leads turn anything about the children's home up? Did anything else happen about the case?' the psychiatrist pushed.

'No, nuthin. Every guy we interview says the same thing. They didn't really like the home and they were happier once they'd left, but no one says anythin' about bodies, or killings. In fact when we mention the teachers at the school, most of the guys we talk to get kinda huffy that we thought anythin' bad had happened there.'

'OK. You're doing really well Dave. Now, move on again. You're home now. You're back in your house. What did you do there?'

'Hutch is going out with his girl, so I drop him at his house and I go back home. It's hot an' it's stuffy inside the house. I get a beer from the fridge and I'm gonna go down to the beach and hang out. It's a nice evening an' I just want to feel the sand between my toes.'

'Do you go?'

'Um, yeah….no…..I…..I……I dunno. I have my shorts on an' I get the car keys and there's a phone call. I'm cursin' coz I think it's Hutch, or Dobey an' I pick the phone up and….'

Beth looked at the crease of concentration marring the handsome brunet's face. 'Go on, you're doing so well. What was the phone call about?'

Starsky's fingers clawed at the arms of the chair to which he was chained. His knuckles showed white and a sheen of perspiration shone across his forehead. 'I pick the phone up and it's….I'm talkin' to…it's….it…..shit, I can't remember. It's. Fuck! I'm talkin' on the phone an' I don't know….I…'

Beth saw her patient getting more and more agitated and she laid her hand on the prisoner's shoulder gently. 'I want you to relax David. Just relax. You're coming out of this now. I'm counting backwards and when I reach one, you'll wake and feel refreshed and comfortable. Three….two….one and you're back.'

But instead of Starsky opening his eyes and looking around, as she'd intended, the brunet was still lost in his hypnotic trance, his hands clutching at the chair arms and his body straining against the belt around his waist. 'No! I can't remember. I can't….Jesus, who was it? Who….fuck! Help me, for Christ sake someone. It's…..Jeez this hurts. Hurts to remember….hurts to…..help meeee!'

Beth clicked her fingers next to the cop's ear and brought her mouth close to his ear. Raising her voice she said firmly 'David. You're coming out of this now. Three. Two One. OUT!' At the same time, she clicked her fingers and gently shook Starsky's shoulder. With a small yelp, indigo blue eyes flashed open and Starsky sat panting in the chair as though he'd done a marathon race.

'What happened?' he asked as he looked up at the woman.

Beth's face registered concern. 'I don't know' she said thoughtfully. 'Have you ever been hypnotised before?'

The brunet pursed his lips. 'No, never. Why?'

At that moment there was an insistent knock on the door and it pushed open. The psychiatrist looked up as Rafferty poked his head around. 'Times up doc. I should take him back to his cell.'

'Give me 5 more minutes. We were just getting somewhere' Beth said.

The guard shook his head. 'Sorry Ma'am. No can do. Warden's orders. He's to be taken back to his cell now.'

The woman sighed and turned her attention back to her patient. Starsky looked worried and had paled slightly when he'd seen Rafferty, but he knew he had no choice in whether he went with the guard or not and it was pointless to tell Beth what was going on. As the woman nodded, Rafferty came into the room, unlocked the manacles from the chair arms and as Starsky stood shakily, he refastened the bracelets, this time with the brunet's arms behind his back. The curly haired cop made no comment as he was led from the room, but as he got to the door, Beth stopped them.

'I'm going to ask the warden for a longer session with you tomorrow. I think we may have more to discuss' she said as she turned and went back to her work.

Rafferty grunted as he pushed Starsky in front of him along the corridor. The brunet could feel the waves of anger flowing from the guard and he wondered just what he'd done to make him mad but as he felt himself pushed into the cell, he knew he was going to find out. Rafferty closed the door behind them and drew his baton, slapping it against the palm of his hand as Starsky started to slowly back up, a step at a time until he could feel the cold cell wall at his back.

Rafferty advanced on him slowly, his face pulled into an evil leer.

'So you thought you'd tell our Doc about your treatment did ya? Are you so stupid that you think she can help ya puppy?'

So, that's what this was about! Starsky shook his head slowly, his eyes never leaving the guard's face.

'No boss. I never said a word.' He hated the guard and felt disgusted by the big man's attentions. Feelings warred in his head and yet... comlaining would bring attention to himself, attention he didn't want. He was a cop. He ws a big boy, he could handle himself, or not, if that's what he chose.

'Could've fooled me. You and her seemed pretty cozy in there. I'm just gonna have to show you what happens when my puppy starts tellin' other people about our little games. Rafferty raised his hand and started to unbutton the brunet's shirt, a button at a time. He smiled as he felt the slight tremors running through the olive toned body and the brunet dropped his gaze to the ground. Please God no! No more! He'd hardly recovered from the last visit the guard had made.

With the restraints still in place and his hands shackled behind his back, the curly haired prisoner had little chance to get away from the guards advances as and the last shirt button popped open, Rafferty ran his hand up Starsky's chest, playfully circling each nipple and ending with his hands circling the brunet's throat. Rafferty leaned into the trembling body and lowered his head so that his mouth hovered inches from Starsky's neck. The brunet repressed the urge to yell at him to fuck off and instead closed his eyes, trying to blot out the horror. Calm. What the hell? This was his life from now on. Maybe 20 years of this, till he was old and wrinkled and they'd leave him alone for some younger guy. Could he last a few years? Did he want to live that long? No to both questions, but he was chained and couldn't fight back right now even if he'd had the energy or the desire. Better to just try to relax and go with it until a different time. Take his mind away. Think of something good. thinks of the best thing in his life.

Hutch.

Starsky shivered automatically. No more happy bllond thoughts. Nowhere to hide. Just a sadistic guard and a rod of flesh.

Rafferty grinned to himself as he opened his mouth and carefully bit down over his prisoner's jugular vein. His teeth punctured the warm flesh and he felt the pulse there, fast and urgent and tasted salty warm blood as it oozed from the wound. Starsky hissed at the pain and Rafferty pulled away, launching the blunt end of his baton into the brunet's solar plexus.

With a grunt, the shackled man's knees crumpled and he was forced to his knees, his body now sandwiched between the wall and Rafferty's legs. The guard grinned down at the curly head and grabbed a handful of chocolate curls with one hand. He dropped his baton to the floor and with his free hand, unzipped his pants, allowing his phallus to spring free. It bobbed, long and turgid in front of Starsky's eyes and Rafferty laughed out loud

'Now that you're down there, it seems a shame to waste your time. Open wide huh? If you're hell bent on exercisin' that mouth with the little doctor lady, there's a job I'm kinda needin' ya to do.'

Rafferty pulled Starsky's head towards him, the tip of his cock against Starsky's lips. Reluctantly, the brunet opened his mouth and choked as Rafferty thrust the whole of his length into the waiting chasm. Punishment. This was his punishment and no one could help him now. Again and again Rafferty raped the brunet's mouth while Starsky gagged, his eyes tearing with the sensation of losing his breath time after time. Eventually though, the guard seemed to tire of the game. The brunet's jaw ached and sweat trickled down the sides of his face. Rafferty pulled free and looked down his body, seeming to come to a decision.

Using Starsky's hair as a lever, he pulled the cop to his feet and with his free hand spun him around so that he fell bent face first over the narrow bunk. Starsky buried his face into the course blankets as he felt Rafferty's hands pulling at the elastic waistband of his pants. The air was cold on his naked butt as he felt the big guard position himself behind, Rafferty's knees pushing Starsky's legs wider apart. The brunet groaned into the bunk as he felt the guard's thumbs pushing into his ass, prising the opening wider with painful thrusts. He heard Rafferty spit onto his hands and a moment later braced himself as he felt something much larger than thumbs pushing at his entrance. With his hands still fastened behind him he had no means to lever himself up and out of the way and Rafferty had his considerable bulk holding him down.

The temper that had been absent in the past three weeks finally bubbled to the surface. the dam of Starsky's emotions fnally broke. He'd been submissive. He'd played the part of good little prisoner and had tried to take his punishment as he deserved. Now he even failed at that and anger at himself and his guard welled up inside him and although he had no means to physically fight back, or stop the rape, Starsky finally broke his silence and yelled into the blankets on the bed.

'Noooo! I'm gonna fuckin' kill ya, hear that turkey? You'd better watch your back, coz I'm gonna kill ya. I aint yur puppy, I'm your tiger with teeth an' claws and I'm always gonna be there, waitin' for the right moment to end your sorry fuckin' life.'

Grunting with the effort of his rutting, Rafferty backhanded Starsky across the head and laughed out loud. 'You might be watching my back, but believe me puppy, your ass is, and always will be mine!'