Chapter 18 - AND MAJOR WARNINGS FOR SEX AND ABUSE.

Ramsey looked up sharply as Hutch burst into the room and grinned wolfishly. 'Well isn't this cozy? Now I have all three of you, the games can begin in earnest.'

'Drop the gun Ramsey' Hutch ordered, his own Magnum aimed unwaveringly at the lawyer's head.

'Uh uh. You drop yours, unless you think you can take me out before I blow her brains out. It's your choice, but I don't personally like the odds' Ramsey sneered.

Hutch glared at the tall man and then looked at his partner. Starsky was bleeding from a wound on his head, but otherwise seemed to be unhurt. 'You ok buddy?' Hutch asked, ignoring Ramsey.

'Been better' Starsky grunted.

'Are ya hurt?'

'Oh for God's sake. Enough with the "Hearts and Flowers"! Put the dammed gun down before I decide to finish all of ya' Ramsey yelled, pushing the muzzle of his pistol further into Gina's neck so that she yelped.

Hutch nodded quickly and bent down. 'OK, ok, the gun's goin' down' he said slowly and dropped the Colt onto the carpet. Standing straight, he put his hands in the air at shoulder height. 'It's down. Just don't hurt her any more huh? We can talk about this Ramsey. We can…'

'I don't think so. What's the point of talking when a picture can replace a thousand words? Wanna watch the movie? Your partner is having a helluva show. Isn't that right David? I think you should sit down there, opposite your partner, just so that you can enjoy the expression on his face. It's priceless! He never thought he'd make it into the movies.'

'You're a sick bastard Ramsey' Starsky snarled.

'And I'm also the one with the gun. I told you to shudup. You seemed to enjoy the night. Why don't we have a repeat performance? Only this time, I'd really like to see some man on man action. Wouldn't you? Tell me. Have you ever wondered what it'd be like with another man? Maybe with Blondie over there?'

'Oh my God, you are sick' Starsky grunted. 'Not only sick you're crazy. What the fuck are ya…NOOO don't hurt her!' the brunet yelled as Ramsey took the pistol and hit Gina on the head with it. She cried out, her hands going to the site of the blow and coming away a moment later spotted with blood.

'Ok, ya made your point. Just don't hurt her no more' Starsky said softly. 'Just don't hurt her, ok?'

'It's your choice David. I won't hurt her so long as you do what I ask.'

'And that would be?'

Ramsey grinned. 'You saw me in the video store and you saw what sort of videos they were. The store owner leant me one just to see if I liked it…. and I did. It wasn't the sort I usually like, but there again; I'm only an amateur film maker, as you can see. Still, I think it's time for me to branch out a little. I want to watch you and Blondie over. I want to watch him beat the living daylights out of you'

'You want me an' Hutch to….. No! He'd never do that.'

Ramsey took the gun from Gina's neck and aimed at the floor. He loosed one round from the silenced weapon into the carpet and then brought the hot metal of the muzzle back to the woman's neck. There was a sizzle of burning flesh and Gina screamed, jerking in Ramsey's arms. 'That was just to let you know that I'm not joking.'

'And once you've video'd it, what're ya gonna do then? Hutch asked. 'We'll hunt you down. The prisons are full of guys who'd have so much fun with a flake like you.'

'You won't have the opportunity Hutchinson. Once your little show is over, the cops will find the three of you dead in this apartment, obviously you died after Starsky found you with his girl. A crime of passion. Meanwhile, I have my house in order and the offer of a new start elsewhere. It's foolproof.'

'You have it all planned then?'

'I do. And the plan starts now with the video tape rolling. Hutchinson, I want you to walk over to your partner, untie him and move him over under the hook in the ceiling. He's gonna raise his hands and you're gonna string him up.'

Hutch glared at Ramsey who continued to drill into Gina's neck with the pistol. Slowly he got up from his chair and approached his bound partner his eyes locked with Starsky's. Their silent communication said it all.

'You ok partner?'

'Uh huh'

'Can we take him?'

'Not without hurtin' the girl.'

'What then?'

'We do what he says an' bide our time.'

'He wants me to hurt ya.'

'I know. Just do what he says huh? We'll figure it out.'

'I…I can't' he said softly, looking down into troubled indigo eyes. Starsky looked back levelly, piercing into Hutch's soul

'Hutch, he's gonna kill Gina if ya don't. Just….., huh?' Beneath the bravado, Starsky swallowed down the bile he felt rising in his stomach. How bad could this be? He knew Hutch, right? He knew him better than any other person in the world, so how bad could this feel? They'd been forced to do things before – things they'd sooner forget, and yet….. this wasn't any other time; this time his partner was being forced to perform, tie him up and….what? While a flake with a gun held his girl hostage. Starsky closed his eyes and waited, determined he'd get through this and live to find Ramsey and make him pay.

Again Hutch reached for the bonds that tied Starsky to the chair and the brunet felt the ropes go slack. He waited until Hutch was ready, stood and followed obediently as the blond walked over and studied the hook in the ceiling. Without chancing a look in his partner's eyes, Starsky stood beneath the ligature point and raised his arms above his head. Moments later he felt rope circle his wrists again and his arms pulled up tight so that his chest felt constricted and it was difficult to breathe. Hutch stood a little distance from his partner staring angrily at Ramsey. He hesitated and heard his partner's voice, low and intense.

'Hutch…. C'mon Pal. S'fine….just…..'

'Aww. So touching. Now, I want you to walk over and choose one of those floggers – maybe the one with the real long tails. That should give a nice show. And then I want you to use it on his back until it draws blood. Got it? Don't slack now, otherwise she gets it. Oh….and don't forget to smile for the camera.' As if to emphasise the point, Ramsey inserted the muzzle of the gun between Gina's teeth. the woman's eyes flared wide in fear and she screamed.

The blond took a deep breath. He closed his eyes and hoped for calm. How the hell was he supposed to get through this? How in God's name was Starsky supposed to endure. It was an impossible situation brought about under impossible circumstances and try as Hutch might, there was no way he could think of a way out.

Starsky braced himself for the inevitable. What would it feel like? Of course it would hurt, and if it had to happen, he was thankful it was Hutch and not someone else doing this but shit! This wasn't what he'd become a cop for. He opened his eyes and fixed Ramsey with a stare.

'You'll never get away with this' he growled. By the side of them, Ramsey grinned.

'I think I already have. Now shudup and let the show begin huh? The tapes rollin' and there's been too much chatter.'

'You can't make him do this. He won't. He can't' the brunet protested.

'He can and he will, otherwise….' Ramsey grabbed a hold of Gina's hair and backhanded her across the face. His signet ring caught the skin by her lip and it tore leaving a trickle of blood in it's wake. Immediately Starsky tried to kick out at his antagonist.

'Leave her alone, for fucks sake. Just leave her huh? He'll do it. Hutch'll do it. Just don't hurt her no more huh?'

Behind him, he heard his partner start to argue and turned in his bonds. Quietly he gazed at his buddy. 'Hutch' he said softly. 'He'll kill her if ya don't. C'mon buddy. How bad can it be huh?'

The blond looked at the long tails of the flogger in his hands and sighed. How bad could it be? Worse than the brunet could imagine, he thought. Without thinking he let the whip tails fall, teasing out the knots from them. Hutch hefted the whip in his hand experimentally and swished it through the air. Starsky's muscles in his back bunched at the sound and the brunet waited, holding his breath as the first stroke fell.

At first it didn't feel too bad. There was a stinging sensation of course, but nothing he couldn't handle. But as Hutch continued, the whip tails started to hit at the same spot time after time and Starsky's skin became reddened and hypersensitive until even the air blowing across his back felt like a rain of fire. He clamped his mouth closed, refusing to make this any harder on his partner than he knew it already was, but it was so tough to keep the screams at bay. By his side, Ramsey's eyes' never left the tortured face, and the sick lawyer licked his lips at the sight.

Finally the brunet could hold back no longer and as one of the whip tails snaked across his flank, he threw his head back and screamed once at the red hot, fiery pain across his spine. Despite the sound, Hutch continued. He knew he had no choice but to complete his task, getting himself into a rhythm as he flicked the whip up and down the olive toned body.

The skin was reddened beneath the onslaught and Hutch became lost in the rhythm of the strokes and in his rush to finish this quickly for his partner's sake. Rivulets of sweat ran down Starsky's back and arms now and each time the whip fell, he groaned or yelped, his hands twitching convulsively above him. Ramsey grinned and grabbed a hold of Hutch's right hand as he pulled it back for another blow.

'Not too fast boys. You were enjoying that far too much.'

Starsky grunted, his breath whistling in his throat as he fought for composure as his body twitched. Ramsey swapped the gun from Gina's neck to Hutch's, pulling the blond cop away by his hair and stretching the golden neck back as he lodged the gun against Hutch's throat.

'Gina, it looks like your boy's in trouble. Care to help him out a little?' Ramsey told her. Gina glared at Ramsey and at the gun now lodged next to the blond's jugular.

'How?' she whispered, tears steeaming down her face.

'He doesn't seem to be enjoying himself any more, which isn't good for the film. Let's see if you can make him rise to the occasion huh?'

Waerily, Starsky raised his head. 'You're a sick bastrad' he mumbled as Gina sank to her knees in fronf of him. Starsky started to protest further as he felt the woman's lips on him. Despite trying however, the brunet suffered so much pain that he was unable to respond.

'Here give him this' Ramsey muttered and threw a popper to the girl. She cracked it under his nose and Starsky's eyes flew wide in surprise as the drug suffused his system. With the amyl nitrate in his body, the brunet had little control over his body. His hormones took over and as Gina lapped and sucked at his cock, he forgot the damage done to his back, lost the fight for control of his body and gave a final rough shout as he shot his load into her mouth. Gina coughed and gurgled as she tried to swallow it down and finally, as Starsky started to come down from his high, she released him and shuffled away, wiping the back of her hand over her mouth. Ramsey seemed delighted as Starsky slumped against his bonds endorphins flooding his body.

'Did you enjoy that?' he asked

The brunet raised his head. 'Go to hell' he managed to gasp softly. He looked at his girlfriend on the ground next to him. 'Gina honey. Are you ok? Gina?'

The woman looked away so that he wouldn't see the tears in her eyes as Ramsey continued.

'And now for the finale. Gina, untie your boyfriend, good girl.'

Gina looked up hopefully. Was this the end? Was Ramsey letting them go? She scrambled round to the back of the chair and started to untie the ropes round Starsky's wrists. They were tight and slick with sweat and some blood but she managed to work at the knots and slowly they came undone. With a hiss, Starsky's arms fell downwards and he slumped to his knees rubbing at the grazes as the life returned to them. He contemplated jumping the lawyer there and then, but the gun was still firmly fixed on Hutch's throat and he couldn't take the chance with his partner's life. Instead he glared at the tall man.

Ramsey smiled back. 'I want you to walk over to the bed and kneel on the floor by the foot of the bed. And then Gina, I want you to tie his hands to the posts there. Quickly, we don't have all night.'

Starsky stood on shaky legs. He fixed his eyes on Hutch's in silent communication. What now buddy?

Hutch returned the look, his neck still stretched painfully back. Go with it an' we'll find some way out huh?

As Ramsey dug the gun into Hutch's neck and the blond stifled his hiss of pain, Starsky reluctantly took up the required position at the foot of the bed as Gina once more tied his wrists. The girl said nothing, obviously traumatized into silence by the sequence of events and as she took hold of Starsky's right hand, to secure it to the bed, he managed to stroke down the side of her face.

'S'ok honey. It'll be fine' he lied with a smile on his face. 'We still have time to get out.'

Gina smiled wanly back, her heart stopping as she tethered her man's bleeding right wrist to the bedpost. Unable to witness any more, she looked away as Ramsey and Hutch approached.

This time, Starsky's arms were forced wide and he had to stand, bending over the bed to accommodate the position. He waited, knowing what was coming next and bracing himself. Starsky didn't have to wait long as Ramsey hauled Hutch to his feet and steered the flaxen haired cop towards the bed. As he got there, he let Hutch go and once again took a hold of Gina, the gun this time to her temple. Hutch stood by his bound partner, uncertain and unable to look the brunet in the eye. The brunet's legs were trembling and there was tension in his arms as he half hung from his bonds and as Hutch appeared by his side, Starsky managed to turn his head sideways and lock eyes with the flaxen haired cop. Hutch looked back, unable to think of anything reassuring to say.

'I think you know what's coming next, don't you?' Ramsey asked.

'Why don't ya explain it to me?' Hutch said, playing for time

'I want you to fuck your partner. Simple as that. And make it good, otherwise….' He ground the gun into Gina's head and she gave a frightened cry.

The blond looked at his trembling, bound partner. Starsky was looking over his shoulder at him, fear and loathing in his eyes.

'No, I….'

'You want me to kill her? I will you know. Maybe if you do as I say, I'll just kill the two of you and take her with me.'

'I can't….'

'Oh but you can, and you will. You're a cop. You're meant to try to save lives. I know your kind Hutchinson. You'd never live with yourself if you didn't do everything in your power to keep her alive. And right now, everything in your power means ass fucking him. Now get to it. We don't have all night.' As if to emphasise the point, Ramsey put his hand round Gina's neck and started to squeeze. She let out a terrified gurgle as her breath was cut off and Hutch put his hands up in defeat.

'Ok ok, just don't hurt her. I'll….'

He turned back to his partner. 'Starsk, I….'

'Don't. Please God don't' the brunet mumbled. This was worse than anything he'd had to endure before and his mind was closing down, focusing only on images from his past. Images of the POW camp in 'Nam and of the VC soldiers taking American men, tethering them over barrels in the muddy square of the camp and raping the over and over again until their pitiful pleas rent the night air and the blood and other fluids spilled down their legs. He let out a low moan as he tore himself back to the present. This is Hutch….not 'Nam. Hutch would be careful….Hutch wouldn't intentionally hurt him. And yet it did nothing to calm his fears and as Hutch put his hand on Starsky's back, the brunet flinched and looked away.

'He's gonna kill her buddy.'

'I know. I just don't…. can't. Fuck Hutch, just….do it'

'Just close your eyes Starsk. I'll make it quick. I'll…' Hutch unzipped himself, but the trauma of the situation had got to him too and there was no way he'd be able to do anything with the state of his own dick. Ramsey grinned and broke another phial of amyl.

'Be my guest' he said mirthlessly.

Hutch took it and inhaled, feeling the warmth of the drug run though his body, making a beeline for Little Kenny. A moment later Little Kenny wasn't little any more and Hutch took a calming breath as he reached round his partner's waist and lowered Starsky's jeans. As he positioned himself behind the brunet, his hands on Starsky's hips, he could feel the shudders running through his friend's body and, wanting to make this as quick as possible. There was no way he could prepare Starsky. Ordinarily, he would have used his fingers to prepare his lover to accept him, easing and teasing until tight muscles were warm and pliant, but now all he could do was hope he wouldn't hurt his partner too much in his haste to et this over with and without and warning, he pushed himself forcefully inside Starsky's virgin ass.

'Nooo…..Jesus Christ….nooooo' the brunet hissed as he felt his body cleaved in two by the huge intruder. The pain ripping through his muscles was so intense that for a moment he thought he'd pass out. And then that pain passed and he felt the enormous bulk of Hutch's cock wedged deep inside him, filling him as he'd never been filled before and his mind closed down completely. Starsky was no longer a cop, hell bent on retribution; he was a virgin riding out the terrors of his first encounter. 'Please God, no…..Hutch…..hurts….' he whispered pulling desperately at his bound hands as Hutch slowly pulled himself out part way, then thrust back in again, blocking his ears against the brunet's pitiful pleas.

As Hutch allowed himself to give way to the effects of the chemical in his body, he slammed into Starsky again and again, lasting no more than a minute before he shot his own seed deep into his partner's bowels. Beneath him, he felt the brunet shake and heard another low moaning "Nooooooo" before he eased himself out of the tight warm tunnel and cursed at the trickle of blood that followed. He'd never meant to hurt the brunet and now that he'd performed the rape on his partner, Hutch felt sick to his stomach and fought the urge to throw up right there in the bedroom.

Starsky collapsed onto his knees, his shoulders pulled savagely back by his bonds and seemed insensate as Hutch turned away angrily. He'd done it. He'd fucked his best friend and put an end to the dreams of wooing and romancing his buddy. This was no loving act. He'd brutally and uncaringly raped his partner and even with the gun at Gina's throat, there was no excuse for what he'd done.

Ramsey was in awe. He'd seen Starsky's body on the video and had been a little jealous of the size of the brunet. But he seemed small in comparison to Hutch. The blond was huge and Ramsey stared slack jawed at the gaping hole that had only seconds ago housed that enormous phallus. No wonder the brunet was shaking uncontrollably!

For a moment all thoughts of his three hostages were eradicated from his mind by the images he'd just encountered. He was amazed and at the same time awed, his gun forgotten in his hand as he breathed heavily, his hand twitching against the bulge in his own pants.

The hiatus was just the moment Gina needed. With amazing speed, she stooped, picked Hutch's abandoned gun up from the ground, reversed it, and brought it down hard on the back of the lawyer's head. Poleaxed and surprised by the turn of events, Ramsey's eyes showed a moment's surprise before rolling up into his head as his body crumpled onto the carpet.

Hutch took his cue and with shaking hands reached for the bonds that held Starsky upright. As he released the second rope, the brunet pushed himself up from the bed and headed immediately for the bathroom without a backwards glance.

'Starsk, you're hurt. Let me check you out buddy' Hutch started after him.

'M'fine. Just leave me be' the brunet grunted as he shut the door behind him.