Chapter 6 – With a huge warning for adult content. If offended read no further.

With Papa Noir gone from the barn, there was an eerie silence. Both cops were slumped against their bonds, dead to the world and the atmosphere crackled with the promise of the black magic still to come.

Jed and Clyde seemed to pull themselves together now that Kaleb and with shaman had gone from the scene. During the past half an hour, the two youngsters had taken a back seat. They knew Papa Noir – who in Lapetite didn't? The witch doctor had been in the small town since before the two young men were born. No one knew how old Papa Noir was. His face was unlined and no grey hairs showed in his mat of curly black hair and yet he might have been well over 60. No one had ever thought to ask his name either. He had been known as Papa Noir or The Papa for eternity and he governed the town of Lapetite and its surrounding farms with a rod of iron. If cattle died unexpectedly, Papa Noir would be there, chanting and casting protection spells. If a woman was unfaithful to her husband, the shaman could be relied upon to hex the poor female and cause her to become sick, and waste away. Punishments were usually left to the witch doctor who had a spell, hex or potion for every eventuality...and never missed an opportunity to use them. He was both the beneficent father of the town and the personification of hell. Right now, Papa Noir was at his blackest and even Jed and Clyde were afraid. No-one messed with girls in Papa's town and escaped without punishment, especially strangers.

Jed and Clyde marginally relaxed now that the two elders had gone from the barn. Neither would admit to the other that they were scared of the witch doctor although both understood that there should be no monkey business when Papa Noir was around. The last boy who had stood up to the witch doctor was found five days later, in the stomach of a huge alligator. What was stranger was that there was not a tooth mark on him. It was as though he had simply been encased in wild, live reptile and left to suffocate or writhe in agony as the alligator's stomach acids ate him alive.

Jed shook himself from his quietness and walked back over to the hanging body of the brunet cop. The wound on Starsky's stomach continued to seep blood, which stained the waistband of the cop's jeans a deep crimson. Slowly Jed reached out his hand, trailed a finger up the long cut and brought it away covered in blood. He licked his hand, sucking his fingers clean and snorted.

'Tastes just like us.'

Clyde paused for a moment and then slowly a grin spread across his face. 'I wonder if we taste the same to them.'

'I aint gonna slice myself fer no-one' Jed replied, wiping his hand down his jeans.

'Did I say anythin' about blood? There's more'n one way to taste a guy, if ya get what I mean.'

Jed thought for a moment. He had never been the brightest star in the sky but slowly his face spread into a slow grin and he nodded excitedly, and rubbed at the front of his jeans. 'They're out of it.'

'Not fer long. We can wake 'em up when we get up set up right.'

'Oh, right, yeah. Um...how?'

Clyde tutted. 'You want fer me to get ya a ladder or sumthin? He aint gonna reach ya if he's strung up like a hog on a hog roast.'

Jed nodded. 'So we cut 'em down? They'll just escape.'

Again Clyde sighed. 'Just cut that one down first an' I'll show ya what I had in my mind.'

From his waistband Jed produced a wicked looking blade. He reached up and cut through the rope holding Starsky upright with one pass of the silver through the course hemp and stood back as the brunet crashed to the ground and landed in an unconscious heap. A muffled groan escaped the cop's lips as his eyes fluttered open, his body reacting to the sudden change in position by sending shooting pains through his shoulders and burning a fiery trail into his purple, swollen hands.

'Bring him over here before he gits his wits back' Clyde ordered and Jed grunted as he got a hold of Starsky's arms and dragged him over, close to the cartwheel where Hutch was tied. Swiftly Clyde cut the rope that still bound Starsky's hands together, propped the cop upright on his knees and retied his hands behind his back. He knelt in front of the semiconscious brunet and slapped Starsky's face a stinging blow.

Starsky hissed at the sudden sharp pain. He felt nauseous and dizzy and his arms and hands burned ferociously as the circulation returned. With his body no longer stretched taut, he took a deep breath and opened his eyes looking directly into Clyde's.

'Wakey wakey' the deputy sheriff grinned.

'Fuck you' Starsky rasped and received another slap for his trouble.

Starsky ignored the younger man and focussed his attention on his partner. Hutch was still tied to the cartwheel, his eyes closed and his chin resting on his chest. Blood crusted down the side of the blond's face and a constant stream of flies landed, feasted and took off from the gory mess.

Starsky tried to shuffle closer to his buddy but Jed kicked him away. 'Stay put. He's gonna be wakin' up real soon.'

Ignoring his antagonist again, Starsky regained his balance and looked back at the unconscious blond.

'Hutch? Hey, Hutch.' Starsky's voice was raw and husky, the bruise across his throat showing darkly in the dim light of the barn. Hutch's eyes fluttered and Starsky tried again.

'Hey, Hutch buddy. Are you ok? Hutch?'

Blearily Hutch's eyes fluttered open and he spent a second getting his stomach under control before he lifted his head and looked around. Starsky grunted in surprise at the sight of his partner. Kaleb's fist had made a welter of bruises against Hutch's golden tanned face. His left eye was swollen and another trickle of dried blood ran down from the corner of his lip.

'Pe...peachy' the blond rasped painfully. 'How's your day?'

'Aww. Aint that cute? And so touchin' Clyde snorted. 'They love each other. I wonder if they'll love us too.'

'Do you want the blond one or the curly one?' Jed asked.

'Me? I always go fer the white meat.'

'That's cool. I like mine dark' Jed agreed, his voice containing a hunger that had Starsky's heart hammering. Once again the curly haired cop tried reason.

'You don't wanna do this. We're cops... like you. Lawmen. We...'

Clyde slapped Starsky's face open handed. The blow stung but didn't add to the brunet's bruises. 'You're nuthin like us, you and yer fancy city ways.'

The brunet tried again. 'I was gonna say...'

Clyde shook his head. 'Jed, shut him up huh? His mouth needs stuffin.'

Jed leapt at the chance. Starsky was on his knees, his hands tied behind his back and had no chance to shift or protect himself in any way before Jed had unzipped the front of his pants freeing his sizeable manhood. He grasped Starsky's head in both hands, entwining his fingers in the curly hair and pulled the brunet to him. Starsky clamped his mouth closed and Jed immediately pinched Starsky's nose, cutting off his air. There was a moment of stalemate before the air in the brunet's lungs ran out and he was forced to open his mouth to take a breath. Jed was waiting for the moment and forced himself into the brunet's open mouth before Starsky could close it again.

Starsky's first reaction was one of nausea. Jed's body smelled of stale sweat and the lump of flesh in Starsky's mouth made the brunet gag as it touched the back of his throat. His first thought was to bite down and emasculate the youngster but even as the thought entered his head, Jed bent and whispered in his ear.

'Don't even think it otherwise we're gonna see if Blondie's brains look nice agin the straw.' From the corner of his eye Starsky managed to catch a glimpse of Clyde holding a gun to Hutch's head as he too unzipped himself.

'Open wide fer Daddy' Clyde muttered. 'Don't make it tough on yerself, coz I can shoot him as easy as I can shoot you.'

The next five minutes or so were the most harrowing of the cop's lives. Clyde had both Hutch and Starsky covered with the gun as both the youngsters forced themselves onto Hutch and his partner. The barn was silent save for the sounds of gasping from the two younger men and the sounds of raw gagging from the cops. Starsky tried hard to blot out what was happening to him. With his hands tied and with Hutch threatened he had no way out. Jed was big and rough and the huge gag of flesh repeatedly hit the back of Starsky's throat as the youngster got carried away with his enjoyment.

As for Hutch – he had no sooner regained consciousness than Clyde had once more applied pressure to his core. As Hutch's mouth opened to scream, Clyde saw his chance and he too applied himself to his task. Hutch had no time to catch a breath and with Clyde's dick in his mouth he had little chance to breathe. Clyde was not gentle and seemed to be intent on thrusting himself as far down Hutch's throat as he could get. When the youngster could no longer continue, he caught a hold of fistfuls of flaxen hair, thrust himself deep into the blond's mouth and down his throat and completed his enjoyment. Hutch fought down the panic inside him. He couldn't breath past he gag of flesh. He felt as though he was choking and the stench from Clyde's body was overpowering. Clyde shook as he kept his grasp on Hutch's hair and only gave loose when he had emptied himself completely and the blond beneath him was limp and almost lifeless.

Next to Clyde, Jed was also completing his enjoyment although he was quicker than his friend and was so excited that he withdrew at the wrong time and Starsky was left with a trail of Jed's essence trickling down his chin. Jed collapsed backwards, leaning heavily on the cart as Starsky slumped forwards, his head touching the floor of the barn. He panted heavily and spat onto the straw, turning his head sideways so that he could check on his partner.

Hutch was once more dead to the world, his face pale and covered with a fine sheen of sweat. His body hung forwards, his flaxen bangs hiding the cuts and bruises on his face, his arms pulled uncomfortably tight out to his sides.

'Hutch?' Starsky panted. 'Hutch...'

The blond cop groaned, coughed and then hissed in pain. Groggily Hutch pulled himself upright, coughing to clear his throat from the last vestiges of his attack. His eyes were still glazed and although he seemed to hear Starsky's voice, for a second he did not reply.

The brunet tried again, ignoring Clyde and Jed.

'Hey buddy. Look at me. C'mon, let me see those baby blues huh?'

Hutch raised his head, blinking to clear his eyes. He felt dirty, soiled and longed to take a toothbrush and scrub away all memory of Clyde's aggression. The viciousness of the attack only compounded the feelings of weakness, not that he could have fought back, tied as he was. But Hutch knew that what had happened to him had also happened to his partner, and that hurt almost more than his own violation.

Again Starsky tried to get some response. 'Hutch?'

The flaxen haired cop shook his head and seemed dazed and Starsky rounded on his attackers. 'What the hell have you done to him? When I get outa this I'm gonna hunt ya down and make ya pay. You won't be able to hiccough without I know about it. You wanna live your lives lookin' over your shoulder? Coz if there's a shadow I'm gonna be waitin' in it, gun ready. You got that. He's my partner an'...'

'And in the blink of an eye, Mon Cher, you'll forget you ever knew him.' Papa Noir stood in the doorway to the barn, Kaleb at his shoulder. Starsky turned to face him, but wisely did not engage the black man's eyes.

'You have no fuckin' idea' Starsky ground out.

'No? Something as fragile as friendship can be broken as quickly as it can be forged. Voodoo on the other hand is strong. Too strong for you to fight.' The witch doctor turned to Clyde and Jed. 'Now that you have had a little fun, it's time to work. Prepare them both, but take special care with the dark one. I have feelings for him and his punishment will be my pleasure.'