MIND CONTROL
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
WARNING! This chapter contains a graphic scene of male rape. If this topic offends you, please do not read. Adult language and profanity.
Instinctively, Starsky tried to back away as the three men approached him menacingly. The evil grins on their faces spoke volumes. They were men who were used to taking what they wanted, by brute force if necessary. Starsky took a swing at one of them as he closed in, invading the brunet's personal space. But in his weakened condition, the blow fell short of his intended target. Two of the men immediately grabbed his arms, pinning him against the wall, while the third man began to beat him mercilessly with his heavy fists. A brutal blow to his jaw snapped Starsky's head back against the wall with an audible crack and made him see stars. A second, equally brutal blow, to his stomach forced the air out of his lungs, making him gasp painfully for breath as his knees buckled beneath him. He would have fallen if it hadn't been for the two men still holding him upright. The vicious beating continued until Starsky was barely conscious. Only then did the two men release him, allowing him to fall to the floor.
Despite the darkness that threatened to overwhelm him, Starsky still tried to crawl away from the unwelcome touch of rough, calloused hands on his body, tugging at his clothes. He kicked out weakly as he felt one of the men pulling off his sweatpants and underwear, leaving him vulnerable and exposed. One of the men moved forward and grabbed his arms, pulling them over his head and pinning his wrists to the floor, while a second man grabbed his legs, pulling them apart and holding his ankles securely.
"NOOOOOO…" Starsky yelled hoarsely, bucking weakly against their restraint, as he tried desperately to escape from his tormentors. "KEEP YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME!"
"Shut the fuck up, boy!" one of the men growled, backhanding Starsky hard enough to make him drift in and out of consciousness momentarily. Through the fog in his head, Starsky heard one of the men laughing and then fingers clutching at his flaccid penis. Starsky moaned as the unfamiliar hand began to stroke the shaft with long, hard stokes. A whimper escaped from the brunet's lips as he felt his body responding to the stimulation against his will. He gagged as he felt a tongue licking his neck, even as a warm wet mouth engulfed another part of his anatomy. Starsky prayed for unconsciousness to spare him the indignity of the abuse he was being subjected to but even that small mercy was to be denied.
He felt hands grabbing his arms and legs, lifting him and then tossing him on the bed, face down. Before he could gather enough strength to fight them, his hands and ankles were securely bound to the bed frame with thin pieces of rope that cut deeply into his skin. Securely bound to the bed, the three men were free to touch him wherever they wanted without Starsky being able to resist.
He flinched as he felt a pressure against the entrance to his body and then a searing pain that felt as if his body was being ripped apart from the inside. Involuntarily, an agonized scream was ripped from his throat. The combination of pain and pressure was almost unbearable. With no pride left, Starsky continued to scream as first one man and then another brutally raped him.
Overwhelmed by pain and shame, Starsky's mind retreated as the vicious assault continued. He lost count of how many times the men took turns taking his body by force, ripping him apart over and over again. Finally, the darkness took him away and he went willingly, a part of him praying that he never woke up.
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Starsky whimpered softly as he lay in the corner of the room like a discarded rag doll. He could hear the mocking laughter of the other men ringing in his ears as they left the room leaving him alone at last. Every part of his body hurt, not only from the stun belt, but from the vicious beating he had suffered at the hands of the two men. His mind was in turmoil as images of the two men holding him down, touching him in places no other man had ever touched him, flickered through his head.
He had fought back but, in his weakened condition, he was no match for the two stronger men who beat him into submission and then took what they wanted by force. Not just once but several times until Starsky's mind had finally retreated to a place where they couldn't reach him any longer. The brutal assault had accomplished what the drugs and other abuse had failed to do so far, it had broken the strong willed brunet and left him a quivering, frightened shell of a man lost in his own private hell.
The pain in his body was almost unbearable but not as unbearable as the pain in his mind and soul. It was a long time before he felt strong enough to move from the fetal position he had curled his body into after the attack. Even then, it felt as if his insides had been rearranged and the lower part of his body had been ripped apart. Finally, he managed to pull himself to his feet and staggered across the room to the tiny bathroom.
He stepped into the shower stall and turned on the water, desperately trying to scrub away the smell and touch of his assailants. He rubbed his skin until it was red but he still felt dirty and ashamed. He stumbled back to the bed and lay down, curling back into a fetal position with his knees pulled up against his chest. Wrapping his arms around his knees protectively, he began rocking back and forth, a soft keening sound escaping from his raw, tortured throat.
He must have dozed off because he jerked away, his eyes wild with fear, when he felt a gentle hand touch his face. His heart pounded frantically as he looked into Missy's sympathetic brown eyes. He flinched and involuntarily pulled away from her hand. He didn't want her or anyone else touching him. He wondered if he would ever be able to let anyone touch him again. His fingers tugged at the sheet, wanting to cover both his nudity and his shame.
"I'm sorry." Missy said sincerely, tearing brimming in her eyes. "They should never have done that to you." She pulled a small notebook from her jacket and said, "I brought you some paper and a pencil." When Starsky made no attempt to take the paper from her, or even acknowledged her words, she sighed softly and slipped the paper and pencil under the mattress and out of sight. "Can I get you anything? Something for the pain?"
"Just help me get out of here." Starsky whispered in a broken voice, his eyes brimming with unwanted tears.
"I'll try. I promise." She said, leaning down and gently brushing her lips across his bruised cheek. "I have to go before someone finds me in here." With one final caress of his shoulder, she left the room. After she had gone, Starsky withdrew into himself, shutting out the pain as he had learned long ago in Viet Nam.
Starsky finally slipped into a restless stupor. Every time he started to drift off to sleep, he jerked awake, struggling with the terror that threatened to close in around him. Every sound seemed amplified and danger seemed to surround him from all sides. During his years on the police force, he had dealt with numerous rape victims. He had always felt sympathetic towards them but he had never imagined himself becoming one of them. The shame, the emotional pain, and the fear of it happening again was overwhelming. He lay there in the silence, whimpering softly as he retreated into the depths of his own mind where he was safe, at least temporarily.
In the hidden control room in another part of the building, Colby and the Major watched the scene that had just played out in Starsky's room between the brunet and the young nurse. Colby smiled with grim satisfaction as he watched his former friend tossing and turning on the bed, whimpering like a lost child.
"Everything's going according to plan. It won't be long now before he'll be ready for the next step." The Major said with a thin smile.
"What about the girl? Are you sure we can trust her?" Colby questioned. Although he had gone out with the pretty redhead a few times and even taken her to his bed, he still didn't trust her anymore than he trusted anyone else. The last person he had allowed himself to trust completely had betrayed that trust by choosing David Starsky's friendship over his years ago at the police academy. That betrayal had left John Colby a bitter and disillusioned man.
"She'll do exactly what we tell her to do." The Major told him confidently. "She knows what will happen if she doesn't."
"Ben and Wayne really had a good time working him over." Colby snorted "They said he wasn't a queer after all. Could have fooled me. I would have bet good money that he and Hutchinson were getting it on."
"It still works to our advantage. I'm sure our friend won't be anxious to have another visit from those two anytime soon."
"Hell, they'd jump at the chance." Colby said with a mocking laugh. "Ben said that was the tightest ass he's had in a long time."
"Maybe a little tender loving care from our little nurse is called for." The Major said with a sneer. "I'm sure our patient would appreciate that about now."
"I'm sure she won't object."
"I'm sure she won't. I think she has a soft spot for Starsky. He always did have a way with the ladies."
The Major glanced at Colby, cocking his eyebrow at the other man, as he detected the hint of jealousy in his voice. He honestly didn't care about the history between Colby and Starsky, all he cared about was the success of his mission and how to obtain his objective. And David Starsky was the man he had decided he wanted for the job. Colby, on the other hand, was becoming more of a liability than he was worth and would need to be dealt with sooner or later.