Same disclaimers! S&H don't belong to me and no profit is being made.

Warnings: sexual violence ahead, please don't read if the topic offends. As stated before, this is a dark story. I'm sorry to repeat the warnings but I don't want any misunderstandings.

Again, sorry for the delay.

Chapter 6

Starsky tensed as the hand started stroking the back of his neck. Even though he knew what was coming, he was filled with horror as the all too familiar stroking and pinching started.

"Starsky, you've made your wrists bleed! What a mess you're in! You're still wanting to fight and get away. Surely you haven't forgotten your promise? You need to relax and accept that you belong to me now."

Jackson glared at the quivering body which was clearly not relaxing. Starsky was nothing if not stubborn, but he wasn't going to win this battle of wills. The defiance couldn't last for long.

Starsky winced as Jackson leaned down to yell in his ear.

"You promised to be my friend! Did you forget?"

Jackson grabbed his shoulders and forced him onto his back. The stormy blue eyes stared back at him, full of defiance and hatred, even as Jackson trailed his hands down his abdomen. Jackson grinned slightly as he felt the tremors running through his captive. Defiant he may still be, but he had no doubt he was equally terrified. It was going to be good breaking this spirit.

"He'll probably be okay, Starsky. I left him where someone will find him…I was gonna take him to the hospital but I was real anxious to get back to my friend. So I'm a bit disappointed to find you not being too friendly. I told him you belonged to me now and that you'd agreed to stay with me." Jackson chuckled at the expression on Starsky's face. Hutchinson was definitely the way to get to his stubborn prisoner.

Nausea rose in Starsky as he listened to what he was being told. The lunatic had told Hutch….With strength born out of desperation, and without really thinking about his actions, Starsky rolled himself away from Jackson. It was futile of course, he was weak and still securely tied but he gained a little satisfaction from hearing Jackson curse, even as he felt himself being pulled back as Jackson lost his temper.

"You lying bastard! You're not supposed to fight, you're supposed to be my friend!" The rage exploded as he hauled Starsky up and threw him against the wall. Stunned, he slipped to the ground, only to be picked up and thrown again. This time Jackson turned him around so Starsky had his back to the wall, and pushed his arm into his neck. The brutal grip held him firmly as Jackson used his other arm to punch his stomach. The blow took Starsky's breath away, and it was quickly followed by another, but it was the vicious kick to his groin caused Starsky to pass out as the agony shot through him. Jackson released the old and watched grimly as his victim collapsed to the ground, unconscious at last.

"Starsky, you really shouldn't have done that. You made me angry and you've really got to learn that's not a good idea."

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Hutch hadn't crawled very far before he collapsed with exhaustion. Only the knowledge that his partner was in terrible trouble had kept him going. He'd managed to crawl out from behind the garbage dumpsters but he had no idea where he was or how far he'd have to go to get help.

Come on, keep going. Starsky needs me….Hutch kept repeating to himself as he forced himself to crawl. But it was hard, very hard, and the world in front of him seemed to be dipping at alarming angles.

"Starsk…." He whispered as he desperately tried to claw his way forward.

"Oh man, what's this." The sound of voices penetrated through Hutch's pain.

"Help me, please…help Starsk…" He whispered.

"Don't worry, mister, we'll get help. Quick, this man's hurt. We need to call 911…"

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Starsky was in agony as he opened his eyes. He hurt everywhere, the recent blows had aimed to cause maximum pain. Instinctively he curled into himself, ignoring the aches as he moved, the throbbing from his groin bringing tears to his eyes.

"No use trying to hide, Starsky. You're mine now and the sooner you understand that, the better it will be for you. I don't want to hurt you, but I will if I have to or if you make me angry." Jackson knelt down so he was closer to Starsky's dazed face. He reached out to stroke him gently, grabbing his chin viciously as Starsky tried to move away.

"I don't think you're understanding me yet. You belong to me! Admit it, admit you're mine!" Jackson leaned down to breathe into Starsky's face. Despite the vicious hold on his chin, Starsky shook his head. No way was he going to admit he belonged to this fruitcake.

"You're so sure about that, are you?" Jackson's voice took on a quiet but very dangerous note.

Starsky glared at him with defiance and hatred and started yelling into his gag, struggling wildly despite his sore body protesting.

Jackson sat back to watch the desperate struggles and listened to the muffled shouts. He was rather surprised at the continual defiance his prisoner was showing and it half amused and half angered him. He'd known Starsky was tough but he was proving even stronger than he'd anticipated. He was starting to regret letting Hutchinson go, as the friendship between the detectives seemed to be the key to beating Starsky. He had enjoyed Starsky's capitulation when he'd begged for Hutchinson's life and he wanted that feeling again, for Starsky to accept his fate and not to fight. But as he watched Starsky's futile desperation, he knew he was far from ready to give in.

"You know, Starsky, I could take you now and there's not a damn thing you could do about it. You think you're so tough but what can you do to stop me? Problem is I don't want to fight you. Maybe I should take some photos and send them to Hutchinson. He's gonna want to know how much fun we've been having."

Jackson grinned at the sudden stillness his words caused.

"Yep, it's time to play"

Standing up suddenly, he walked away from the still wriggling Starsky. Starsky continued to yell abuse into his gag and tried to focus on anything but what Jackson was doing. The sound of something tearing startled him, but he couldn't see what was going on behind him. He flinched as he felt the hands on his arms but he couldn't do anything as he was hauled into a sitting position. He half collapsed forward but Jackson was unconcerned. He remained motionless in that awkward position and didn't react as his head was pulled back. But the feel of material starting to cover his eyes brought an instant reaction and he threw himself forward. No, no, he yelled into his gag but Jackson easily managed to secure the blindfold around his head tightly. Starsky shook his head violently trying to move his gag or blindfold but both held firmly.

"You're making far too much noise." Jackson then proceeded to tighten Starsky's gag. "We'll see how long you hold out against me and how long it takes for you to admit you're mine. We've got all the time in the world."

Jackson placed his hands around Starsky's throat and squeezed. "You're even going to beg me to end all this. Oh, I'm going to have such fun with you…."

Starsky hadn't thought his nightmare could be any worse but as he lay there in the dark, with hands firmly around his neck, and now unable to see anything at all, with the uncomfortable gag, he knew his life was over. A final squeeze caused him to cough before the hands released him.

He'd never give an inch to Jackson, whatever it took. As he felt the groping fingers making their way down his body, forced himself to think of better times. He had to think of anything but what was happening to him…as the probing fingers continued…his mind screamed out HUUUUUUUUUTCH!