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     You could not stand it anymore; you had to get out of the comfort and safety of the base and the re-spawn zone to explore. Since you were still an intern on the BLU team, you were not allowed to fight in any battles yet. You had accepted these terms at first and were flattered that they wanted to keep your safety a high priority, but after several months of training with each of the classes, you had become more and more impatient to actually fight in the battles with your male comrades.

     When you had confronted your team during breaks and got into heated arguments with them, they all tried to comfort you by saying that they were keeping you out of battle for your well-being and that they all cared for you deeply and this would be “for your own good”, and that you could not yet re-spawn if you died during battles. And above all, you were the only woman on the team and that meant that they felt you needed a longer training time. Especially since the RED team did not even know of your existence yet. For why would you want to reveal to the enemy team that you were training an inexperienced intern, who also happens to be the only woman?

     Besides, along with your training, they had you do a lot of stereotypical “house wife” jobs like doing the laundry, serving food, basic cleaning, and other chores. It was not their intention to treat you this way, but when you persistently offered to help them with anything while they were off at battle, they offered that you to take care of chores for them while they were fighting. “Only if you want to,” they would say, “this is your time to relax from training. But if you insist, then we could use some help with our chores.” From the team’s perspective, they did not want you to feel left out but also did not want you to be bored while they were fighting and you were not training. But you did not see it the same way as they did.

Those sexist bastards! They don’t understand how I feel, being cooped in the training zone for so long, you thought. Your rebellious thoughts reminded you of your awkward pre-teen years, which frustrated you even more. But, you told yourself, this felt different. Instead of getting into a petty fight with your parents about staying out too late or how they do not approve of the person you were dating, these emotions were based on you helping your team which you were hired to be part of, proving your loyalty, talents, and support for them. Not just serving them when they come back from fighting, hiding under their protection, and not even receiving the honor of having your own position on the team. You wanted to be more involved in helping all of them, for you really cared about all of them as well as they cared for you, even when you thought they did not treat you with respect at times. But how much longer was it going to be before you could move up from a lowly intern and be promoted to a fighting position? You knew they really weren’t intentionally being misogynistic…right?

     But on this day, you finally had enough; you were going to sneak out to the battlefields and observe the fight. And you were filled with excitement to see your first battle. Today there was the day that the final battle before a mandated ceasefire would be in effect so both teams could take a break from fighting. The teams had one every three months so they could visit their families and friends, sometimes lasting roughly two weeks or longer during the holidays. You lied to your teammates that you decided to leave for home before the battle took place, and thankfully no further questions were asked of you. This was the perfect opportunity for you to sneak out, since you could observe the fight right before your vacation without your absence, making your team suspicious. Before your departure, you had hastily grabbed anything you thought you needed and stuffed everything into a bag. Some of the items were a water canteen, two blue tank tops, sunglasses, and a snack that you stole from Scout, and some items from your bedside desk. But you had not really paid attention to any details of your packing; you were too excited.

     It was now ten minutes before battle, and you realized that in case you ran into trouble, you should bring a weapon to protect yourself. You rummaged through your suitcase and grabbed a basic pistol – a .22 caliber semi-automatic, to be exact—which you were given for training. One thing about training that you felt that you benefited from was knowledge and details of various weapons, which the Soldier showed the most passion for out of all the other teammates as he relentlessly quizzed you every day. To be fair, you thought, at least they care about what I learn. You were also equipped with flare guns, in case of emergencies, but you decided to leave them in your room. You already had a gun for protection. Besides, you wanted to try this on your own, and maybe you could even save one of your teammates, and prove your abilities to join the ranks with your team, side-by-side. You cracked your door open, and making sure the hallways were clear, you swiftly darted to the re-spawn room, making sure you were quick but silent.

     Peeking from behind the door that led to the safe room, you could hear and see your teammates making mindless chatter while they waited for the current battle to start. You dared not to breath loudly; you did not want to give away your position. It had not been thirty seconds until you heard the alarm sound as you saw your BLU teammates leap into position and hustle onto the field. When you did not see or hear any of them, you opened the door and made sure to close it behind you. You were praying that none of your teammates would re-spawn right when you were speed walking out of the room; that they would not die immediately by the hands of the RED team and catch you escaping. You were almost at the entrance…

     Then it all happened so fast. From the short time you had run out from the re-spawn room, you had managed to scurry to a nearby building, and immediately hid behind some more scattered crates that were lingering at the entrance. It was surprising that you did not see any of your teammates re-spawn as you got to your new hiding spot. Good. They must be doing well today. You reminded yourself that you needed to be quick. Fast. I need to go fast! It was only a few seconds later when you had scurried out of this hiding place to find another. Gee, you thought, maybe I would be a good Scout for our team!

It was a good day to sneak out, for luck had been on your side today. You were able to find hiding places when you heard your respawned teammates footsteps behind you, and you would watch them run right past you. You smiled victoriously, but you wanted to see the actual fighting without being caught. You crept from your recent hiding place and started to leisurely walk across the concrete floor, feeling way more confident that you had gotten this far without being spotted. You decided that you would try to find a window where you could crouch down out of sight of both your teammates and the enemy team to watch the actual fight.

     It was that moment when you heard a noise behind you, something like a low cough. Your eyes widened with fear, and you instantly turned around. No one was there. You were just about to shrug your nerves off before you saw a blurred figure in your peripheral vision. Before you had time to withdraw your pistol, you felt one gloved hand cover your mouth and a needle pierce your neck. In the seconds before you lost your balance entirely, you felt the needle withdraw from your neck, and an arm snake around your waist to support your weight. You elicited a slurred attempt to yell in fear before you finally submitted to the oncoming darkness that swirled your vision. Before completely blacking out, you thought you heard a smooth, soft voice say through the haze, “Shh…rest, ma chérie…”

     Your entire body felt numb, and you were confused about your whereabouts. As you opened your eyes from your stupor, your first coherent thought was that everything around you was pitch black, but wait…there was a light…and it was encompassing you. You strained your eyes upward to see that there was a single light shining down on you. Where was Medic when you needed him? If only he were here to help you…then panic flooded your mind. Holy shit! My team! Your memory came racing back as you remembered the events of what had happened. You then tried to move your limbs but felt some restraint. You wondered why your arms and legs would not cooperate until you looked down and saw that you were sitting on a chair, and you felt tough, knotted ropes that tied your wrists behind your back, and your ankles had been bound together. When you tried to speak, you noticed that you had been gaged with a dirtied cloth.

You panicked, and your feeble attempts at trying to escape your constraints turned into desperate movements as you whined out suppressed screams from your gag. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you Sheila,” a voice sounded from the darkness. You knew immediately that it was the Sniper. What the hell was going on!?

You continued to fight against the restraints, but you felt that they just became tighter with every struggle you made against them. You whimpered discouraged moans at your fruitless efforts, and slumped in your chair. You heard Sniper’s low chuckle.

“I warned ya mate, now you’re sufferin’ the consequences.” You then heard thudded footsteps walk toward you on tiled floors. You looked down at your thighs in fear and defeat when the Sniper’s shadow loomed over you, and you felt gloved hands rest on either side of your shoulders. You looked up and made eye contact with the Australian man as he was bent over you, and then you froze in terror.

This was the RED sniper, one of your enemies. You started to panic again as you thrashed your head around, only for the Sniper to grab either side of your head and hold you still. He wore a wicked smile on his face.

“You should be thankful that I didn’t just slap the wits out of ya mate. I would never hit a Sheila,” he answered coldly before continuing. “To be frank, I’m in shock just as you are. Who woulda’ thought that we would be lucky enough to find a woman from the BLU team,” he motioned toward your blue shirt, “allow me to be courteous to you since you’re probably shocked of your arrival here in such a sorry state: it’s QUITE an honor to have you in our presence.”

You scowled at the Sniper for his feigned chivalry as he came to a genuflecting position and doffed his hat to you.

The Sniper then straightened up and cleared his throat. “Let me provide an explanation. I’ll start at the beginnin’, from when you last were conscious: our Spy snuck over to your side of the base and happened to spot you all alone. The way he was able to capture you was by usin’ a new injection drug that our Medic was experimentin’ with, an’ ‘e had allowed our Spy to use it for a test run on the BLU team.”

You strained your neck and wanted to lash out at the Sniper, moaning against your bindings. How did the Administrator ever approve of this? You thought to yourself.

“It looks as if our friend here would like to speak, non?” You were startled at the voice you knew belonged to the Spy as you saw a small flame flicker to your right, and you saw the RED Spy take a slow drag from his newly lit cigarette.

The Spy spoke again, “I think we, as gentlemen, should give the lady a chance for her talk to us.”

You saw the Sniper raise his head to Spy’s direction. “Agreed, mate. An’ I also think we should allow the Sheila to see the rest of this room with better lighting. But she should know,” and he shot a glance back at you, “that if she attempts to cause any kind of trouble, she will regret it instantly.” You saw him fiddle with the kukri that lay sheathed at his side. The Spy revealed a devilish smile spreading across his face. “It looks as if our friend understands,” he replied.

Seconds later, Sniper walked around you and untied your gag. You inhale the fresh air gratefully before immediately yelling at your captors, more fear in your voice than anger: “Why did you bring me here and where the hell am I!? I demand and explan—“

The Sniper brought his index finger to your lips to silence you.

“Ah ah ah, Sheila. Remember what I said, you will regret it if you cause any trouble. An’ that goes for arguin’ an’ yellin’ at us. Besides, you should be grateful that we ‘ave welcomed you warmly and allowed you to speak.” All you could muster was a scowl as the room lit up and you could see your surroundings.

     You were in the middle of a medium-sized room that looked like a basement, since you did not see any windows, and it was not a re-spawn room since there were not any doors present. But there were several medical closets. You saw some weapon crates stowed in one corner on your right and some small warehouse shelves with several canned foods and other trinkets on your left. But what really got your attention were the other enemy teammates who were also in the room; you scanned the group as you also saw the Soldier, Engineer, Scout, Medic…where were the other three classes!? You craned your neck backward as much as you could and saw wooden stairs that led to what had to be the ground floor.

You angrily curse at yourself when you remember that you did not bring the emergency flares when you had needed them. What a stupid, stupid move while sneaking out alone during the battle, and now you were suffering the consequences. Then again, you reminded yourself, you have not been thinking rationally for a while and you were in a rush of excitement to get out of your base.

“So, you gonna sit there all day or are you gonna talk already?” You heard the enemy Scout ask impatiently, crossing his arms and frowning at you. You swallowed hard, and then began to speak, suddenly becoming intimidated.

“P-please let me go,” you stuttered…“I promise I won’t tell my team about this! I don’t even—“

“What makes ya think you’re gonna get back to your team, babe?” The Scout interrupted you, “you’re trapped down here, and you have no one to help—“

Sniper held up his hand for both of you to stop speaking and in that same moment withdrew his kukri and walked closer to you.

“N-n-no! Please don’t hurt me! I wasn’t trying to be cause trouble, I—“

You felt dread filling your body as the Sniper leaned down to you, his breath hot against your face. He gently lifted his kukri between your breasts, barely pressing the sharp edge against it. He then moved to your ear and whispered, “If you do as I say, I will answer all your questions. I will remove the rest of your restraints now but let me remind you: if you try to escape, this is the last thing you’ll feel. And it will go straight through your chest. Understand?”

You gently nod your head, a look of submission reflected in your eyes.

He then sheathed his knife. Looking pleased, he freed you of the bindings on your wrists and ankles. You stood from your chair and wobbled to your feet, trying to rouse the muscles in your legs from sitting for an undeterminable amount of time.

You then tried to get your confidence back; you needed to be strong if you were going to get out of the enemy base in one piece, and so you could get back to your teammates as quickly as possible. You straightened up and rolled your shoulders back, taking a firm stand as you faced your enemies.

“Several things,” you begin, “I still want to exactly where I am and why I am here. Furthermore,” you crossed your arms defiantly while still being careful with your tone of voice, “how long has it been since the battle and since I was unconscious? What happened to my teammates?” You ask, trying to make your tone sound like a reasonable one, “please, I would like to get my bearings.”

The Sniper returned an intense, domineering gaze toward you. “Alright, I’ll explain, Sheila: it’s only been several hours since you were unconscious and since the battle, an’ it ended as a stalemate,” he replied, a smug look now on his face. “And to answer your other question, you are in one of the basements just behind the battlements of Thunder Mountain.”

     Thunder Mountain? You knew this was wrong. You felt a small sense of fear when you realized that you had no recollection of the exact location where the battle was fought that day. It was a remote base located in the desert, but you knew it was not the Thunder Mountain base. Even if you did know where it was, you weren’t sure how to get back. That meant they transported you while you were unconscious after the battle. You hoped that this was the only thing you could not remember from the events that happened that day. How did your teammates not know you were missing?<.p>

Sniper continued, “Spy had brought your unconscious body back to our base, an’ just so happened to bump into my snipin’ spot. We looked through a bag you were carryin’ around your back and found some information about you.” The Sniper then walked to a corner and retrieved what was indeed your bag out behind one of the cardboard boxes.

Shit! My bag! And how did my ID get in there?! Your “information” was merely an intern identity card for your team that you absentmindedly stuffed in your bag from your bedside desk before sneaking out.

Sniper noticed your frustrated expression and smirked, pulling your card out of your backpack and staring at it as he continued, “So, you’re an intern, eh? An’ your card said that you could not re-spawn if you died. So I suppose we need to show you extra kindness an’ chivalry for your presence here,” the Sniper nodded again in your direction. “I gotta commend your team, hidin’ their little secret from us, keepin’ you out ‘o the battle fields. We also found this,” the Sniper pulled out your pistol. Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped in shock that you had forgotten about your weapon too.

The Sniper smiled wickedly again, “so I guess you don’ need this anymore. You’re jus’ an intern after all. Soldier?” The RED soldier marched next to the Sniper. “Could you ‘ave this disassembled and discarded for our friend here? We wouldn’ want anyone getting hurt now, would we?”

The Soldier nodded, a grin slowly spreading across his cheeks, his eyes hidden by his helmet.

“Affirmative!”, he bellowed as he took the weapon from Sniper’s hands and started taking apart the pistol. You bit your lip and whimpered quietly as you saw your only weapon get disassembled. That was your only means of defense against your enemy.

“You probably ‘ave figured out that you are now our hostage, Sheila. Although that would not ‘ave been hard to figure out, even before ‘ole Scout here dropped the hint. After talkin’ to the rest of the team, we were considerin’ a ransom for you, but what could we realistically get in return? The BLU team would just ‘ave you safely back in their arms after all. An’ not only that, but we do have a ceasefire that’ll last for two weeks. Three of our comrades ‘ave already left us for that time frame, as you can see that not all of us are ‘ere.” He nodded back to the teammates.

     You cursed again to yourself as you finally had a realization…the drug used on you must have given you temporary memory loss as a side effect, as you now remembered the mandatory ceasefire, that you lied to your team that you would be leaving for vacation…shit. The BLU team had no idea you were caught by the RED team. This also explained why the other three mercenaries—Demoman, Heavy, and Pyro—were not there. They must have left before they found out you had been kidnapped and had been brought to the RED base.

You directed your attention to the rest of the team. You noted that they had remained mostly silent this entire time. During the time the Sniper had spoken, overall all of them had been very stoic, as if it had been planned that the Sniper would do most of the talking. Yet throughout the time you were allowed to speak, the expressions on their faces became more devious.

     Without any warning, Sniper rushed over to you, snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him until your body was completely plastered against his. You felt his other arm wrap itself around your left shoulder, refusing to let you go. What is he doing? You gulped as he stared down at you, lowering his face until his nose was barely touching yours as he said in a soft but audible voice.

“Ya know what this means, Sheila? You are officially our prisoner. And you will ‘be with us that entire time, whether you like it or not, since the battlements will be shut down. And I must remind you, none of us ‘ave seen a woman for a while.”

     The rest of the team snickered at your reaction from the foreshadowing words of the Sniper.

“Hell, we may keep you even longer than this ceasefire. And it would be a disservice if we didn’t alert our absent mates about your presence with us…that isn’t bein’ a very good teammate, now is it?”

Your confidence was gone. You knew that you were helpless and now in a state of surrender and submission to the enemy team.

The Sniper leaned into your ear, still holding you close, bringing his voice down to a whisper, “On that note, the Spy and I also found medications you were takin’ for abstinence.”

Of course, that would have been in your bedside desk that you happened to throw in too. You shuttered and slowly closed your eyes in utter dread as you knew where all of this was going.

The Sniper smiled against your ear, “an’ the entire team ‘ere knows that now. With that said, Sheila, you will have to oblige by whatever we tell you or want ya to do.”

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     The RED team allowed you some dignity as they had decided to let you shower alone in their locker rooms after the Scout made a comment on how you smelled like “rotten pancakes”. This was met with angry remarks from the other team members; in particular, the Spy had scolded him.

“Mind your manners, espèce d'idiot! She may be our prisoner, but we still need to take care of her. And that is not how properly treat our special guest. But,” he looped his arm around you, using his other hand to lift your chin to look into his face, giving you a sly expression. “We need her to be ready for the real special occasion tonight.”

The Spy kept his arm firmly around you in a mockingly protective manner as the team escorted you to the showers. You went up a few flights of stairs and down a few hallways. You had the suspicion that they were probably taking a longer route just so they could ensure that you would not try to escape, so you tried engraining the route in your head.

“Shower up, P.O.W.!”

The RED Soldier shouted from behind you, bringing you out of your thoughts as he then gave you a light push into the shower room, making you almost stumble. As soon as you regained your balance, you heard the door slam and the click of a key. Oh God, you thought with fear, they locked me in! You heard the Spy’s voice from behind the door.

“It would be in your best interest to hurry, ma chéri. Every second is literally torture to us.”

As you began to undress yourself, you could not help but shudder once you heard the snickering laughter of the horny men behind the door. Before walking into the showers, you got a good look at the shower rooms.

     The walls were surrounded by lockers, with some wooden benches near them. There was a wide opening without a door near the back, which branched into two separate rooms. You walked closer to the opening and took a peek around the corners, on one side you saw large mirrors and sinks, and on the other you saw showers. Walking in the room with the sinks and mirrors, you groaned with disgust by the dusty mess covered with a few cuts that was supposed to be you. You weren’t even sure how you got them, but you reasoned that it was probably because your unconscious body was haphazardly flopping around when the Sniper and Spy originally hid you inside the enemy base and gagged and tied you to that chair in the basement. In some nearby open cabinets, you found a couple of towels and an unused bar of soap. You undressed, placing your clothes on a wooden bench near some of the lockers, and walked into the area where the showers were, finally able to turn one of the knobs and felt warm water caressing your body. You were grateful that the shower you selected also had a full cannister of shampoo.

You did take comfort in the fact that you were finally scrubbing the grime from your body and tending to your scratches and bruises from earlier that day. You probably spent at least thirty minutes under the water after washing until the warm water ran out. After bathing, you wrapped your drenched hair into a towel and the other around your body, tucking the remaining folds between your breasts to hold it in place. You walked back to the mirrors, and you were very pleased at how much better you looked and temporarily forgot about your grave situation. After giving yourself an approving nod, you walked back to where your clothes were. Your eyes widened with fear as you saw that your shirt, bra, panties and pants were gone. Shit…they must have snuck in while you were showering and took your clothes! You felt a flash of panic run through you as you inspected each cubby and locker that was accessible, desperately looking for spare RED shirts or pants, your efforts fruitless as you found nothing.

The only items currently covering your body were the two towels that you found earlier. You felt dread flow through you when you realized there weren’t any other towels in the room and only one bar of soap. The six RED team members intentionally removed everything else while you were unconscious, this was a coordinated, planned effort when you were unconscious in the basement so you would not have clothes.

     You felt your anxiety building as you tried to figure out what you could do. In no way were you going to walk outside the shower room in front of the RED team. But maybe you could play it cool and tell them casually that you had forgotten your extra shirt which had been in your backpack earlier when you were captured. If you played your cards right, maybe they would go easy on you. You cracked the locker room door slightly and peeked out into the hallway where the RED team was eagerly waiting for you.

“H-Hello?” you said timidly.

You didn’t want to draw attention to the fact that you were freaked out by what they did, and instead tried to sound like you wanted your own clothes. “I-I think I forgot to get my clothes from my bag. Could I please have them so that I may have something to wear for the night?”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you squeaked the last word out of your mouth. You were a terrible actor; your tone of voice had sounded fearful instead of brave.

For a few seconds you did not hear a response, so you slowly opened the door wider and spoke up. To your surprise, there was no one present in your line of sight from the door.

“Uh, excuse me, but may I please have my clothes?”

You continued opening the door wider and cranked your head to the side of the wooden panel, thinking with relief that they had gotten bored and had gone to their rooms for the night.

You gave a small jump of surprise when you saw the RED Spy materialize out of thin air, leaning against the wall and lighting a new cigarette. You stayed rooted to your spot as he took a lazy drag. Damn his cloaking device.

“Oh, pardon chérie,” he said without even looking at you, “but what gentlemen would we be to give a lady such as yourself the sullied attire you wore earlier? Don’t worry, they have been sent to the wash room.” He said lackadaisically as he exhaled the smoke.

You furrowed your brows. “Um, I also had two blue tanks top earlier. You know, in my bag that you emptied while I was in the basement?”

“Oh nonsense, you won’t be needing any clothes for awhile…”

     You swallowed down a fearful gulp as you had confirmation that they stole your clothes. You frantically panned the hallway for the rest of the teammates, but again you saw that only the Spy was present. Maybe you could persuade him to take you to somewhere private to sleep and not terrorize you. He looked disinterested, although knowing his demeanor he could probably sense deceptive behavior, even when an enemy tries to weasel out of a dangerous situation. Forget the clothes, you thought, I just need to be safe for the night.

“Well, could you please take me somewhere where I can sleep tonight?” you said, trying to make sure you were sounding polite, especially when talking to this self-proclaimed sophisticated teammate.

The Spy turned his eyes toward you, lustfully scanning your clean body while smiling wickedly, which gave you a chill down your spine. It was unnerving; since it was the first time he looked directly at you since you were out of the shower.

“Don’t you remember what I told you about the special occasion tonight? The fun has not even started yet…”

The Spy lowered his hand while clasping the still burning cigarette as he started to approach you. You started to walk backward to the shower room door, feeling a tinge of nervousness of what would happen next.

However, instead of feeling for a brass doorknob, you heard a soft and familiar sound as you bumped into something warm and sturdy behind you, hearing the faint sound the Spy’s cloaking device made when revealing himself, issuing a yelp from you. Shit, the Soldier also must have been given spare cloak gadgets. If he had one, then the rest of the team must have them too.

“Going somewhere, prisoner?” You heard the deep, raspy voice of who could only be the Soldier behind you.

     You realized that you were not breathing, and when you tried, the air hitched in your throat. The only sounds you heard were from the Spy and the Soldier breathing warm air onto your cooling shoulders, giving you goose bumps. And before you could make another move, you felt the Soldier’s strong hands clasp your shoulders in an iron grip, holding you in place. You felt a chill travel from your spine to the nape of your neck as you felt hot, steamy breath tickle the hairs at the base of your skull. You issued another fearful squeak as you felt the Soldier’s thick tongue caress over the area between your shoulder and neck. But at this same time, it kind of turned you on, which you were immediately ashamed of the thought. You heard him emit a raspy chuckle as he paused from licking you.

“Aww, don’t be scared, sweetheart…at least not yet. I just wanted a little taste of you first. Besides,” and here he dropped his voice to what he thought was a low whisper. “I’m not sure if I’ll even be the lucky bastard to bed you tonight. We were gonna’ draw straws to see who will have you as their nightly plaything.”

The Soldier leaned back to kiss your neck again but took a swift and graceful smack to the face as the Spy moved quickly and smacked him. The Soldier’s grip did not loosen on you.

“Damnit Spy! Why in the blazes did you do that!?”

“You incompetent numbskull,” The Spy cursed, “I told you not to tell her that! And restrain yourself for God’s sake! Ugh.” The Frenchman turned back to you. “Perhaps we can still hav’ a fun night, even with the surprise spoiled…”

The Soldier muttered something about the Spy always listening when he wasn’t supposed to before he backed into the wall, bringing you with him. The Spy then brought one hand to rest on the wall above you while his other hand brought his cigarette dangerously close to your cheek.

“Listen carefully, mon amie, you are on our base now. That means we make the rules, and you must do whatever we tell you. That being said, dispose of those damp towels. A beautiful fleur like you should show off more of your body.” You whined, frozen in fear. The Spy did not like your hesitation.

“Show us NOW.” You winced as you felt the small embers of the burning tobacco butt come dangerously close to your cheek.

     The Soldier chuckled and then bellowed out, “Come on boys! Come see this little beauty before your eyes!” The Soldier kept restraining you from behind while the Spy had his hands on either side of your face and consumed most of your vision, but you did not need to see them when you heard the low chuckles of the other approaching teammates. Out of your peripheral vision, you saw the remaining four teammates materialize out of thin air.

“Impressed, no?” The Spy noted your confused expression. “After we confiscated your clothes, I kept watch once I told the others to grab the spare cloaking devices I ‘ave stashed for safe keeping. Oh, and another thing. I would advise you to not look for my precious toys to attempt to escape. If you ever try and find them, you will be punished...severely.”

     You did not think of using the cloaking devices to slip past the RED team until the Spy mentioned it; he and the rest of the team were making it clear that they would always be several mental steps ahead of you. Now you had no choice in the matter: you were going to strip yourself or get a horrible burn. You felt defeat course through your veins as you moved your hand reluctantly under your armpit to remove your towel.

“C’mon! We don’t have all day!” The Soldier growled as he applied more pressure on your arms, hurting you.

     The Spy shook his head with dissatisfaction as he jerked a gloved hand forward and ripped the towel away from your body. Seconds later he disposed of the towel on your head.

Now you were fully exposed, nude, vulnerable, in front of your enemies. You wished for a hole to open in the ground for you and fall away from this disgrace against you as you heard the men whistling and giving you crude cat calls. You shut your eyes, feeling a single tear flow down your cheek regardless of your efforts to hold it in.

“Very, very lovely! You are indeed more radiating than I imagined chérie.” The Spy whispered seductively as he put out his cigarette on the wall behind you, sparing you from the torturous embers.

He cupped your cheek and tenderly brushed your face of the embarrassing tear traveling down your face with his thumb, leaving a small trail of ash.

“There, there, no need to be sad.” The Spy said with feigned empathy, “we will ‘ave such fun with you tonight. I guarantee you will have your desires filled, though some more than others,” he tilted his head back, referring to his teammates.

     But the feigned reassurance did not lessen your anxiety as you were brought to face the other teammates and opened your eyes. Just as you had feared in the showers, you saw that feral expression running rampant in their eyes that was more intense now that you were nude. They looked like a pack of stray male dogs pursuing a female in heat.

“Let me see ‘er.” The Sniper’s voice rang above the others as he made his way to you, kukri in his hand. He gave the presence of being the ringleader of these horny men after all, and the others willingly stepped aside. Acting on instinct, you tried to desperately mask your fear again by lowering your eyebrows in defiance through teary eyes. The Sniper reached for his weapon as he lifted it to your chin.

“We’re being merciful, Sheila. We could just take you here, but since you’re our guest, we’re gonna be takin’ turns with you for the next few nights. Just to get you…adjusted to our turf. Hey, Dell,” Sniper commanded, “pass them out.”

The Engineer fumbled with something in his pockets, and withdrew a pack of uncooked spaghetti noodles, withdrawing only six that were broken at various lengths. He straightened them out in his other hand, so they were all aligned at the top.

“Ready when y’all are. The one with the largest gets her tonight”, He said.

The six teammates reached for the noodles and each drew one into their hands. You shut your eyes tight again, not wanting to witness the reality of your situation, hoping for this to end quickly. A few seconds later, you heard whooping and hollering from a particularly energetic RED teammate. You did not need to guess who it was as you opened your eyes to see the Scout in front of you, his tall form blocking most of your vision from the other teammates.

“Oh fuck yeah! You’re all mine tonight!”

     You were quickly led to the Scout’s quarters while the Bostonian kept yelling about all the terrible things he would love to do to you.

This resulted in annoyed eye rolls from the other teammates. Their reactions would have been slightly humorous if this did not involve a kidnapped young woman.

You were shoved inside his bedroom, where the Sniper used his weapon to back you up against a wall. Sniper tilted his head toward the Spy, who was standing behind him with the other teammates. “Tie ‘er up here.”

Spy had withdrawn some rope from his pocket and then grabbed your wrists and deftly tied them both above your head, proceeding with tying your ankles together to fully extend your nude body to the five team mates cheering him on.

“Yeah! Show us those pretty tits!”

“What a fine piece of work we got ourselves here!”

“Wunderbar! A beautiful specimen…” the Medic cheered, and then started muttering to himself as he thought of new tools and contraptions he would love to try on you.

Sniper nodded, and the Spy stepped back admiring his own handiwork on you before standing beside his teammates again. The Australian approached you again, once again touching your chin with his weapon.

“You got lucky tonight, Sheila. The rest o’ the team would ‘ave been much rougher with you if you got anyone else tonight. Scout will be a nice warm up for the nights to come.”

“Wha’cha just say, ya Aussie piss face?” The Scout piped up as he raced to the Sniper’s side.

“Oh c’mon, city boy. We all know you’re a virgin. I’m sure even she knows that by now!” The Engineer jeered.

     Scout had come up to the Soldier and shoved him in the chest, trying to sound insulting. “You wanna say that louder to my face, tough guy? That’s bullshit!”

“Well then, what are ya’ waitin’ for? Just get on with it!” And with the Soldier’s last word, he twirled the Boston man around and shoved the Scout right toward you where he painfully collided into you.

Scrambling so the Scout had his bandaged hands on either side above your head, he looked directly into your eyes and wore an angry, hungry look. Although he looked more annoyed rather than intimidating, which you imagined he was trying to look like the latter.

“Don’t tell me what to do!” He growled as he moved one of his large hands downward and onto one of your breasts, but froze once his fingers grasped onto your fleshy orb.

     You felt immobilized; though the Scout was not that threatening, you did not want to make any other movements in fear that the team would hurt you, so all you could do was be a helpless observer.

The Scout looked hypnotized with amazement. “H-hey, yeah! Little slut’s perky as hell!” The Scout exclaimed, trying to hide his hesitation and uncertainty.

He then leaned closer to you, his breath hot on your face. Scout, looking unsure of what to do next, gave you a rather sloppily kiss, most of his tongue not reaching the inside of your mouth.

     The Scout pulled away from you briefly, still holding your breasts but loosening his grip as he remembered the teammates watching him.

“Hey horn dogs, beat it! It’s my night with her, not yours!” the Scout deafeningly shouted, making your ears ring.

The Sniper smiled coolly at the Scout. “Okay mate, but first, Spy will need that.”

He waved his kukri at the cloaking device. Scout groaned as he let his arm fall outward and the Spy deftly released it from his grasp.

Sniper nodded. “All yours then, mate. Come on, men. Let’s leave these two cute lovebirds alone,” The Sniper commanded as you watched the other snickering teammates filter out of the room.

     Before exiting, the Sniper lingered at the door. “Oh, and before I forget...”

The Sniper reached into his pocket and pulled out a key, waving it at you.

“This is the key to this room, Sheila. So if you get any ideas, we’ll take extra measures to make sure you stay where you are. And Scout?”

The Scout nodded without turning around to look at the Sniper. “Signal us when you’re done wit’ her tomorrow mornin’, just as we discussed earlier, an’ we’ll give you the key.”

The Sniper then turned back to you. “Sweet dreams, love. Although I have doubts you’ll be sleepin’ a wink tonight wit’ this twitchy brat.”

You grimaced at the Sniper’s last words and the Scout gave one final snarl toward him before the bedroom door was slammed.

And after the door was closed, you heard the small click outside the door, officially locking you in the room.

     You were now trapped, with just you and the enemy Scout. After a few seconds of the door being locked and hearing the thudding footsteps of the teammates walking away, your emotions went from fearful to…laughing?

You surprised yourself as you issued a small giggle from your throat.

You did not understand; maybe because you were kidnapped by the enemy team from your willfulness to prove you could be on the battlefields safely, or all the humiliation of being harassed at the day’s events had made you briefly insane, and then you thought that part of it was the Scout’s uncertain behavior.

Or it was likely the buildup of the course of the day’s events that led you to a full-on chortle.

The BLU Scout on your team was so terrible in his attempts to prove himself as a ‘tough guy’ as well as the RED Scout, and the RED Soldier was right; you did hear the rumors about Scout being a virgin.

     The Scout narrowed his eyes and grumbled in frustration. “Aye, and what are you laughin’ at, girlie? Stop that!”

But the Scout’s attempt at sounding hostile only increased your laughter when he stuck his lower lip out and pouted. You had gone from lowly chuckling to maniacally laughing.

The Scout moved his hand away from your breast and he started lightly pounding the wall on either side of your head. But regardless of the Scout’s complaining, you continued to laugh heartily.

“Shut up, shut UP! Don’t let the others’ hear you!” 

You were immediately silenced though as the Scout punched his fist into the wall, leaving a small crater in the wood paneling and another ringing sensation in your ears.

He brought his hand back as if he were to slap you. “The only noises YOU’LL be makin’ are the screams for me to give ya’ more of my cock...” Scout growled as he raised his arm as if to hit you next as you began to tremble.

     It was the first time that evening he sounded dangerous. Frustrated, you saw tremors in his hand before he brought it back down to his side.

“I—I can’t do it.”

He ended up punching the wall again, but this time a few feet away from your head.

You could not speak.

His mood changed so quickly, and you did not want to set off his temper again. The RED Scout turned to face you again and sighed.

“Let’s just get this over with.” He muttered softly as he undressed himself.

     In seconds he was also completely nude. Time seemed to slow as your eyes wandered over the Scout’s skinny form; he was taller than you and very slender, yet finely muscle-toned from all the running on the battlefield. He was strikingly attractive as he soon stood naked before you, with just his hat, bandaged hands and military dog tags still on while you continued to scan his body, lost in a dreamy haze.

You did not even realize that your jaw had dropped open in a gawking expression. The Scout’s expression changed from annoyance to impishness as he gave you a sideways smirk.

“Mm, like what you see, sweet cheeks?” He walked back toward you and rested his left hand above your head, leaning in close to where his chiseled abdomen sank into yours.

He gently pressed his right knee next to your hipbone and pressed his growing erection against your cunt.

You now felt your face turn beet red, and beads of sweat started to descend from your forehead.

You felt yourself squirm with anticipation against your restraints. You felt a forbidden desire rise in you; a sexual urge that had been repressed for too long during the time you were training.

This was wrong, wanting an enemy to ravage your body, but your libido was taking over your mind. You knew this night may not even be that bad, considering the Scout was attempting to hide his nervousness as well.

The Scout emitted a cocky chuckle as you whimpered in nervous excitement. But his mood changed again once you saw a faint blush on his cheeks, and very soon he waw leaning his head against yours, his hat brushing against your chin.

It was almost as if he was trying to hide a shy look on his face as he wondered what he should do first.

He lifted his head and scanned your collar bone, deciding to experiment with you. You felt warmth radiating off his cheeks as he brushed against you and very gently began to suck on your neck, lazily rolling his sloppy tongue.

     You felt a small but significant jolt of pleasure as he continued licking you, but you let out a soft, mousy scream when he lightly bit down.

The need to protest and yell at him to back off was caught in your throat as you found yourself enjoying more of this attention.

The Scout paused as you felt him pull his teeth back into a smile on your neck, giving a sigh of contentment.

Scout had steadied himself as he planted his overly large, bandaged hands on your breasts and trailed sloppy kisses further down your chest, leaving uneven trails of hot saliva.

He had a triumphant, bright look in his eyes as he noticed how you were succumbing to his actions. You stared up into the Scout’s soft eyes as he brought his face to yours, cupping your cheek in his hand.

The once hellish rape that you feared was to come was turning into an arousing guilty pleasure that you wanted to continue. It was almost…magical.

     It did not last long as he flashed you another wicked smile, and continued his sloppy kisses until he rested it on top of one of your nipples.

Your breath hitched in your throat and you felt your entire body freeze from the smallest contact with such a sensitive spot on your body.

He twirled his tongue experimentally around the red teat, eliciting a small moan of pleasure from you. You felt his mouth move into a crooked smile as he took this as a sign to continue performing his sensual movements on you. He then moved to your other breast and swirled his tongue over that nipple as you kept making erotic sounds.

You felt almost ticklish as you felt a wave of excitement swarm upward from your lower back and around to your chest, making you long for the Scout to go even further.

Your now shallow breaths were mixed with a whisper of fear and pleasure as he sucked your quivering nipples.

“Mmm. You want me to keep goin’, don’cha?”

You heard the Scout mumble as he sounded more confident. “Wait, what—“ you stumbled over your words, but the Scout cut you off.

“Too late, babe.”

His warm body and tongue contrasted to the cool metallic dog tags that touched your body as he moved to your stomach.

     You felt his tongue move faster as he descended lower to your nether regions, and you made a loud gasp as his mouth hovered over your vulva, briefly pecking your clitoris. He paused again and looked at your face to see what your reaction was, and he was pleased with your surprised expression.

“I’m gonna try somethin’ down here.” The Scout practically whispered.

You felt another warm ripple run through you again, this time from your pussy and up through your spine, excited with arousing anticipation of what would happen next.

     Scout moved his head back down and slowly slithered his warm tongue over your labia, making you gasp loudly as you felt your face burning with lust. He withdrew his tongue for a second and winced at the unfamiliar taste and smell.

You even heard him spit and curse under his breath, as if he again was trying to conceal his inexperience.

He did not let this bother him too much though as he then resumed licking you and pushed his tongue deeper inside your folds, wanting to hear more sounds from you.

He continued for a few minutes, experimenting with the motions of his tongue as he dipped his tongue further into your vagina. You squinted your eyes with ecstasy as you felt your hips slowly but rhythmically move with him. You bucked when you felt his teeth graze your clitoris, which ended with a smack of his lips to soften the bite, and in a few seconds, you felt a rush of air as his face was in front of yours.

     You moaned in disappointment at the absence of attention on your cunt, but the Scout only ignored your reaction. He had then placed his hands on either side of your shoulders and forced you to your knees right in front of his junk.

The Scout’s dick was average in size but still turned you on, and the surrounding pelvic and groin areas were completely shaved; from all the jeers and rumors that the Scout received from your other team, you had assumed that he would have a tiny penis.

“Your turn. Suck it.” He ordered.

     And without waiting for you to respond, he latched one hand behind your head and pushed your face toward his throbbing cock. You winced and tried to turn your head away from him; you really wanted him to go back to fondling your body.

Lacing his fingers in your hair, he tightened the grip on your head. You gave in as you timidly opened your mouth and obediently took in his member.

You tasted a faint musky smell as your mouth conformed around to his rock-hard appendage, trying to keep your teeth out of the way, and curiously whipped your tongue around him. You heard a satisfied sigh from the Scout as he relaxed from his forceful stance.

“Oh yeah, keep doin’ that babe…” He brought his other hand around the backside of your head and started to rock his hips slowly in and out of your mouth.

It was not long before he moved faster, grasping your head to match his passionate rhythms as you tried not to gag. It was not long before you had synchronized your head with his movements as he continued to fuck your mouth.

“Oh shit, I’m gonna cum—” Scout rasped through his staggered breathing, lazily closing his eyes. He spoke almost too late as you felt his bitter orgasmic fluids flow into your mouth, which you swallowed in its entirety.

He still had you positioned right on his dick even after his orgasm, increasing the intensity of the moment. You wondered if the Scout would be done for the night, and the thought of that possibility disappointed you as the corners of your mouth slipped into a frown.

Your eyes widened as his bandaged hands gripped your head and pulled you from the Scout with a hollow pop, finally freeing your mouth.

“Hey, don’t be disappointed, I’m not done with ya’ yet.”

He growled down at you in the lowest voice you had ever heard him speak while he removed his hat and dog tags.

“Wh-what, uh, n-no—“ you began to say as you felt the sensual magic fade.

     You now felt some of the shame return when you realized you were enjoying this; you were the RED team’s prisoner, after all.

And you were allowing yourself to feel pleasure from the enemy Scout.

“I can keep goin’…I barely break a sweat thirty minutes when I’m sprinting in battle! That’s how my trainin’ got me where I am today, babe.” He foolishly grinned.

Typical Scout, you thought, once again putting on the act of an arrogant little bastard.

You could not help but roll your eyes and snicker at this statement.

“Hey, what was that all about?” the Scout snapped at you as he then brought you off the ground to meet his eyes, making you grin uncomfortably as you wiped the remaining sex juices from your face.

“N-nothing, it’s just, you remind me so much of the Scout on my team,” you responded.

“Really? You’re comparing me to him? You’d better get ready babe; I’ll prove to you that my endurance is much greater than that copycat! Now stay still, and don’t get any ideas.” He commanded.

     You obeyed him, wondering what he meant by that last statement. You reminded yourself that if anything went wrong, he could tell his team and you could face punishments that you did not want to imagine.

Even if the RED team did not take him seriously, you would probably still get blamed for anything that did not go according to their plan. Your silent question on what he would do was answered when Scout undid the ties holding your wrists and ankles together, and you relished in the freedom.

This privilege did not last long as he snaked one of his arms under one of your armpits and around your back while his other arm was reaching down under your ass.

In one swift motion, he lifted you off the ground, making you wrap your legs around his midline and your arms wrap around his neck to steady yourself. Feeling alarmed and stiff, the Scout pulled you closer into what surprisingly felt more like a protective hug than a gripping vice.

He nuzzled the side of your neck, drawing in the breath of your hair.

“Mmmh…you DO smell nice…” he mumbled distantly.

     He made one last nuzzle on your neck, and then brought his gaze back to meet yours.

“I’m sorry I said you smelled like ‘rotten pancakes’ earlier. I guess I just wanted to get your attention…”, he apologized.

“Don’t worry about it, you might accidentally ruin the mood,” you answered cheekily, hearing a little snicker rumble in his chest.

You were feeling a little more confident now that you knew he wouldn’t hurt you. And the rest of the team wasn’t around to threaten you. 

     As you looked at each other, you were washed in a renewed passionate haze as you got a good look at him. His eyes were a beautiful grey green with a shimmering, feisty expression plastered across his boyish face, which again made you think about the Scout on your own team.

You never got a chance to really see the BLU Scout this close before since he was either constantly in motion or acting too obnoxious and flirty, but all while keeping a far enough distance from you for you to really take him seriously.

You thought the same things about the RED Scout…until now. You could see that he was an insecure young man trying to put on a “tough guy” persona; he was most likely the youngest on the team, so that would also explain why he had to always prove himself.

You saw another blush rising on his face, something more than just sexual desire; it was shy and cute. Judging by the heat you felt on your cheeks, you knew that you were blushing in response.

     The moment was brief though, as the Scout then shook his head as if shaking a fly from his face and then resumed his lustful expression.

Not hesitating another moment, he moved at his signature speed for which he was known, almost knocking the air out of you as he pushed you back on his bed.

The Scout stood over you with his hands on either side of you as if blocking any horizontal motion, you could make while your legs were still locked behind his back.

“Hmm, where were we again? Oh yeah!” The Scout exclaimed.

In a matter of seconds, Scout had somehow flipped your whole body into a supine position on the bed, crawled on top of you, and held your wrists together above your head.

“Wait, Scout, I—” you shifted uncomfortably in his bed.

He was incredibly strong for such a lean guy. You directed your eyes to Scout, where he was grinning mischievously again as he relished in his domination over you.

“Mmm, I like what I’m seein’ here.” He straddled your stomach as he shifted your wrists into one of his hands and used the other to position his dick in front of your cunt.

However, the Scout’s grip had loosened, giving you access to move your hands a little, but you still felt weakened in a seduced haze.

Your eyes fluttered as you felt the tip of his dick gently stroke through your entrance as he then leaned down to the side of your cheek and whispered in his signature Boston accent, “I’m not gonna show any mercy from here on out girlie, ‘cause I’m gonna fuckin' take you now.”

     You clenched your teeth tightly as you then felt the Scout’s warm, throbbing penis getting shoved into you.

He was getting such a thrill from this experience that you felt some of his pre-cum fluids escape with his first thrust.

He flushed briefly but then resumed his aggressive facial expression, “It’s just you an’ me.”

He clutched your hands tightly again as you felt the Scout wriggle awkwardly but somehow get deeper inside of you until he was buried to the hilt from the outside.

After he felt like he had been settled, he began to move rhythmically in and out of you. It did not take long until you automatically started to match his movements.

“Oh man, you’re so fucking TIGHT…!” The Scout uttered, giving a guttural sound between each trust. He leaned down to your neck again, sticking his tongue out and slowly licking your neck in circular patterns as he kept pounding you into his bed sheets.

Chills ran up your spine as he moved his tongue behind your ear, tracing your helix smoothly, and then slid back down to linger on your ear lobe. You whimpered when Scout bit down hard, and as you did so, you felt the Scout’s mouth turn into a grin.

Pausing momentarily, Scout leaned back to examine your pinned down body in satisfaction.

“Sit up.”

     You barely registered what the Scout said through your blissful haze as you felt his large hands move away from your own. You raised your back lackadaisically through the trance, not wanting to make much of an effort. Grunting with impatience, the Scout grasped both of your hands and pulled you closer to him as he rested your hands on his shoulders, his muscular shoulders warm beneath your touch.

You instinctually started massaging him, and from the Scout’s content small shudder you knew that this was what he wanted. He was very tense from this as you continued to knead his slender form.

“Oh yeah…” he mumbled, and you felt him stop thrusting into you and his upper body relax for a moment as he dropped his hands to his sides and leaned his face in on your chest, as he inhaled the scent radiating off your skin.

“That. Feels. So…good…” The Scout trailed off.

He sounded so relaxed that you almost thought he had fallen asleep. The Scout seemed to finally lose his stamina and may have been tired through the love-making he had with you tonight. You drew back one of your hands and noticed it was dotted with his perspiration.

Thirty minutes without breaking a sweat, huh, you huffed to yourself, yeah right! You then wondered how long you had been alone with the Scout and you realized that you had lost track of time.

You swiveled your head around to try to get a good panoramic view of the room, but you did not see a clock in sight. You thought that the Scout would at least have an alarm on his bedside table to wake him up, but there was none present. How does he wake up in the morning? You wondered.

     Your logic briefly returned when you thought you could use this opportunity to break out of the room and escape, but why would you want to now, you thought. You were perfectly content with the Scout like this: touching his warm, lean body, feeling his dick still buried inside your wet pussy, and getting more action than you have had in a long time. On top of all these tempting notions, he was a very handsome young man and you loved seeing how cute he looked while he was resting.

You shook your head as you tried to clear your mind.

I am the RED team’s prisoner, you reminded yourself, if he doesn’t do anything to me, the others will. Maybe you could look around and try to find something in the Scout’s room and call for help? And it did look as if he were fast asleep at this point, so it was now or never.

     Moving carefully, you pushed your torso from underneath the Scout and pulled him off of you. Then it struck you: not once had you seen a window in this room. Was there one at all?

You looked upward and noticed for the first time that Scout’s room was made out of wood and seemed larger than the average size of your own bedroom back at your home base.

The mercenaries weren’t part of any official militia, but you still expected that the rooms here would be more akin to the ones like yours, and similar to the ones you heard about in military bases: small and with multiple bunk beds.

You found it surprising that he had a room to himself at all. Come to think of it, you had never taken a peek in the sleeping quarters of your BLU teammates.

You also noticed that he had a high-vaulted ceiling, and on the top right, you finally noticed a long horizontal window which opened into a pitch-black night sky. Once you did a quick scan of the room, you thought you had made good progress when you started moving across the bed sheets and slid your foot to the floor.

But it was at that moment that a large hand wrapped around your neck, choking you and pulling you back into the Scout’s chiseled abdomen.

You gagged from the pressure on your throat and felt your face grow pale with fear. “PSYCHE! You tryin’ to escape? I told ya to not get any ideas!”

You heard him hiss in your ear. You felt his arm coil tighter around your neck while his other hand quickly snaked around your stomach and toward your genitals. He forcefully shoved his large, callused fingers into you and you yelped in pain.

He chuckled in an ominous voice that was very unlike him, “I told ya I’m not showin’ you any mercy from here on out.”

You had lost some of your wetness, so his forceful entry into you had hurt this time. Your vision blurred briefly as the Scout then swung you down on your back and stared into your eyes once you were pinned again.

     He wasted no time as he shoved his dick back into you, his entry not nearly as rough as his fingers as you were now wet enough to take him again. The Scout increased his oscillating body in and out of you at a speed faster than before, quickly gaining control over you again.

His movements inside you were making you wetter, and the pain subsided and was replaced with pleasure again as you flung your arms over his shoulders, digging your nails into his flesh.

It was not long afterward that you and the Scout were synchronized into your passionate sex with one another again.

“You…hot…bitch…” you heard him grumble.

You had a feeling he was coming close to reaching his second orgasm as he had tensed up and grasped your shoulders for more support.

“Oh God—” he moaned loudly against your neck, and after several more desperate thrusts, he tried to push his limit so he could get into your deepest recesses.

     Seconds later you felt his sticky fluids gush into you and fill your insides as you soon followed with your own climax.

When both of your orgasms subsided after a couple minutes, the Scout rolled you on top of him so that he was now beneath you. You felt his dick go limp now, but it was still buried inside you as you lay your now sweat-drenched head on his chest in exhaustion.

Both of you were panting heavily. He sighed in contentment as his heavy eyes fluttered. You nuzzled your nose into his chest trying to get comfortable.

You were surprised yet again when you felt him wrap his arms around you in an almost loving embrace.

“Ahhhh…that was way, WAY better than I thought fucking would be…”

Your lips curled in a comical expression as you shifted your head to see the Scout’s chin.

“Oh. So that really WAS your first time, wasn’t it?” You immediately regretted saying that worried from what he would tell the team tomorrow.

The Scout opened one eye and looked at you unamused.

“I’ve had a couple skanks give me head before, but never actually licked a girl’s pussy and fucked her. And if you say that to ANYONE else an’ I’ll rape you again and…and…I’ll probably even kill ya’ myself. So…uh...” The Scout did not sound threatening at all, probably due to his exhaustion, nor did he sound serious when he hesitated to come up with a specific way of killing you.

He was all bark and no bite.

Besides, you swore you heard him very gently whisper “I wouldn’t do that to you…you’re kinda cool…”

You were just about to fall asleep until you felt the Scout pull you to his face, gazing into each other’s eyes again.

     Smiling warmly, he gave you a long, gentle kiss as he tenderly held your chin in place with one of his index fingers.

Your eyes widened with what felt like confusion by his erratic behavior, but that feeling should have disappeared long ago from the strange events of the night.

You soon melted into a feeling of warmth and happiness, gently closing your eyes as you passionately gave into the kiss.

The Scout had moved his tongue toward your lips, but instead of forcing his way into your mouth, he waited for you to accept before you allowed him access.

You caressed and locked your tongues slowly with each other, which was quite unlike the forceful kisses you received from him earlier that evening. It would not be until morning that you would remember that the other team members had drawn slots for you, and you did not know who was next.

But for now, you reflected on the confusing yet satisfying events that turned your night of fear into passionate lovemaking with the Scout.

     He finally pulled his lips away from you after a few minutes.

“I always wanted to kiss a girl like that…” Scout whispered, closing his droopy eyes.

Then after realizing what he had done and said, he confessed to you with his eyes still closed.

“Look. You seem like you could be a nice girl. You know, I didn’t really get a chance to look at your ID when you were passed out earlier in the basement. I want to know your real name.”

You leaned over to his ear and whispered it softly. The Scout smiled.

“Heh, that’s kinda pretty…hey, I’m bein’ for real here, but I’m sorry you are in this situation an’ maybe I can like, help you in some way, but…I also wanna do this again. Maybe get to know ya better.”

     Scout let his head hit the pillow below him.

“Oh, and if the others ask ya about what happened between you an’ me, tell them I fucked you up the entire time and shit. Wouldn’t want them to find out about what we talked about and have you…get hurt…” he trailed off, finally falling asleep as you started to hear him snore.

“Sure Scout, I won’t tell them.” You whispered gently.

You continued to think back earlier that evening, when he tried to put on a threatening guise to cover up his nervousness over having sex for the first time, and he did not want to appear weak in front of his own team.

But as this night progressed, you saw the REAL Scout; very obnoxious but secretly sweet and tender-hearted, and you felt unreasonably conflicted in your current situation.

At first it sounded like he loved the idea of keeping you as a sexual prisoner, but showed a more merciful side when you were alone with him as he expressed the possibility of helping you.

You snuggled your head against the Scout’s chest, his snoring and the movements of his chests sounded like an avant-garde lullaby.

You closed your eyes and soon succumbed to sleep yourself while the Scout was still holding you in a protective and gentle embrace.

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     You woke up the next morning feeling sore in your legs and in your genitals. You groaned as you began to stretch your arms but felt them securely latched around the Scout’s still sleeping naked form. Never could you have imagined sleeping in a curled position locked around another body like you did last night, but you did have a mentally and emotionally wild day before to say the least. As you blinked the sleepiness from your eyes you realized that the room had natural sunlight coming from the window at the top of the Scout’s high-vaulted ceiling, and that the Scout was still sleeping like a rock, his mouth wide open with saliva running down his cheek. You couldn’t help it; his whole expression made you gently chuckle. You gently unwound your hands from his torso, careful not to wake him, and slowly slid away from him. After lifting yourself from his bed, you instinctively tried to look for some clothing. Since all your belongings were confiscated yesterday, maybe you could borrow some of Scout’s clothing. You knew you wouldn’t be his clothing size, but if you could find anything to wear, it would bring back some of your dignity.

     You saw a decent sized wardrobe in one corner of the room, again, thinking this was an oddly nice installment for a mercenary bedroom compared to what you had as an intern back at the BLU base. You tiptoed across the room, making tiny creaks in the floorboards, all the while taking quick peeks over your shoulder to ensure that the Scout was still asleep as you finally made your way to the wardrobe. It emitted another small creaking sound as you gently pushed it open, and once again you whipped your head back to the bed to see that the Scout had still not moved. As you opened the door wider, you saw a few matching shirts and pants, some pajamas, and surprisingly a soft, fuzzy brown bathrobe. You quickly but quietly grabbed one of his pants and one of his red shirts without hesitation.  His bathrobe looked very tempting, but you decided to leave it behind as it was the only one of its kind in there, so you left it. Better not to raise suspicion of you being a thief, that could get you into more trouble. Getting on your knees, you gathered the various articles of clothing in a wadded heap in front of you, when you noticed an ID tag at the bottom of the wardrobe. I guess the official mercenaries get ID’s like I do, you thought to yourself. Your curiosity got the best of you as you took a quick glance at the Scout’s ID, your eyes darting to his name.

      “So, his name is Jeremy, huh,” you whispered as quietly as you could. The RED Scout never mentioned his name to you last night even though you shared yours with him. That struck you as odd; your ID was taken yesterday, and you would have guessed all the mercenaries knew your name by now. But the Sniper was the one to take it from you originally. He must not have shared your name with the RED team since Jeremy didn’t know it until you told him. Come to think of it, you never knew the real names of anyone on the BLU team either; your teammates had always insisted that you use their given aliases. For whatever reason you hadn’t given much thought to it before now, maybe because of the nature of the job they were doing, they didn’t want to use their real names. But now that struck you as odd: the entire BLU team had always used your real name, but you never knew theirs. You were a little surprised you were never even given an alias like them when you first joined. Surely that didn’t mean they didn’t take you seriously from the beginning, did it? It created a strange power dynamic but in a reversed way, since names have power. You were the only intern on the BLU team, and you were told interns could not fight since they couldn’t respawn like the rest of the team if they “died” on the battlefield, which was the rationale to leaving you to perform menial tasks. You also thought it was strange that you never knew any other intern working under the BLU team since it was just you. If you ever confronted them about it, assuming you ever would get back to the BLU team, would they even give you a clear answer on why you were the only intern? There must have been others before you, what happened to them? Would they even give you their real names if you asked? They must have been the same as the RED team, since they were essentially identical in every way except for their shirt colors.

     You shake your head to get rid of these spiraling thoughts as you try to recount the events from last night. Jeremy proved to have a softer side to him, so maybe you could use this to your advantage if you used his personal name, and maybe he could help you. He mentioned last night that he would like to. You felt some of your powerlessness from the previous night subside. You reminded yourself that you needed to play your cards just right, and you gained a potential ally who could help you escape. But you needed more time to gather information: that would be your greatest asset if you ever planned on getting back to the BLU team. Besides, you were getting hungry, and you were tempted to try to find the mess hall or somewhere equivalent to getting breakfast. Certainly, you thought your captors would allow you to eat since they had at least allowed you to shower last night. You took another glance at Jeremy, who was surprisingly still fast asleep. Maybe the passionate night you had with him was too exhausting for him. You smiled.

“Looks like all that training didn’t prepare you for a hot, sexy night with me”, you whispered softly, feeling more of your confidence return.

     You tried sliding his red shirt over your frame. Even though he was taller than you, his shirt still felt way too small for you, but somehow you successfully put it on, even though the fabric was tight on your arms and across your chest. You had not even cared as you were grateful to wear clothes again. You struggled to put on his pants as his hips were obviously smaller than yours, but the pant legs were much baggier than you thought. You tiptoed across his bedroom floor until you made it to his door. As you reached for the doorknob you realized with dread that you had been locked in the previous night before. Shit, now Jeremy will see that I rummaged through his clothes and think I was trying to escape, who knows what they will do to me now, and he may not help me after all, you thought to yourself. But then you had another thought: what if the door had been unlocked while I was still asleep? It was a dumb idea, but you decided to try the doorknob anyway. You almost couldn’t believe it when the doorknob easily turned and the door opened with ease, making yet another slight creaking noise as it did so. So someone must have unlocked it after all, probably the Sniper. You continued your ritual of frequent glances back at Jeremy’s sleeping form as you opened the door wider, stepped out into the hallway, and gently closed the door.

     Once the door was fully closed, you let out a huge sigh of relief. Sure, the team would notice that you got Jeremy’s clothes, but maybe they wouldn’t care at this point if they saw you? You gathered your thoughts again: yesterday the Sniper said you were behind the battlements in Thunder Mountain. You knew at the very least that the living quarters were deliberately placed further away from active battle zones. You vaguely remember skimming through the various maps of the bases that the BLU mercenaries had including that of Thunder Mountain, though in your entire time as an intern you hadn’t been stationed with the team in that location. Maps were often used to debrief the team before a battle took place, so you weren’t present for those meetings. If only you had paid more attention to them and memorized routes and the distances better, you huffed in disappointment. Maybe if you were allowed to fight sooner, you would even have a better understanding of the exact locations of the battle fields. I need to find a way out of here, I know there’s a way. I can try to locate one of their maps, learn the layout, and escape that way, you thought to yourself. Maybe the RED team’s maps were in storerooms, and using them could help you, but you knew better than to go searching for various storage rooms and different routes without raising suspicions from the RED team. You still couldn’t fully trust Jeremy; this would take time. But maybe he could help you locate a map. Even with the ceasefire lasting for two weeks, you weren’t sure how long you would even be stuck here since they stated they might keep you longer than that. If you were trapped here longer than the ceasefire lasted, wouldn’t the BLU team be worried about where you were? Would they try to come looking for you?

“Ugh, I need to eat. I’m starving”, you said to yourself. You could plot this out later. You didn’t know where to start, so you decided to walk down the hallway, to put some distance between the Scout and his bedroom.

     You noticed how the walls were all made of wood paneling just like Jeremy’s room, and for the first time you noticed a carpet beneath your feet. The hallway started to slope downward, and not too soon had you shuffled away from Jeremy’s room did you find yourself on a flattened surface that was part of a large common room with another high-vaulted ceiling, with an old chandelier made of antlers at the top, a cobblestone fireplace with an active fire to your right, three large cushioned couches placed in a half circle around a coffee table positioned in front of the fireplace, a few tables, and on your left, what looked like a small bar with cabinets, a coffee machine and some cereals on a countertop, a small stovetop, and in front of the bar, several cushioned stools. The whole room looked so warm and inviting.

     Your relief was short-lived. You realized that the unlocked door to Jeremy’s room was deliberate, someone lit the fire in the fireplace, and not a single mercenary was in sight. They were expecting you, and you realized you committed yourself to walking into a trap. For all you knew, they could be using the Spy’s cloaking devices again and would scare you once again. But you didn’t care, you were hungry. You haven’t eaten anything since you left the BLU base yesterday. You made your way behind the bar to the coffee machine, grabbed a nearby mug and started the machine. There was a small fridge next to the machine, and after opening the door, you found some milk, eggs, and a few half-eaten snacks, but your eyes were instantly drawn to the milk. Even if it made your stomach upset, you didn’t care. Grabbing the carton, you looked under the cabinets and found some clean bowls. You also found a small drawer containing silverware, grabbing a spoon before closing it. You grabbed your favorite cereal, poured the milk and then got your coffee once it filled your mug. You added a dash of milk to your caffeinated drink, swirled it with your spoon, then hungrily dipped it into your cereal and ate voraciously in a matter of minutes. Once you finished eating, you grabbed your coffee and made your way over to the center couch in front of the fireplace, cautiously sipping from your drink. You still found it a little surprising that you had not seen a single RED member yet, but you tried your best to stay on your guard while also enjoying the warm embers from the fire. A few minutes later, you heard heavy footsteps enter the room you were in along the creaking wooden floorboards.

“Good morning sweetheart, did ya sleep well, princess?” You heard a familiar gruff voice say aloud.

That could have only belonged to the Soldier. I still have to play their game, you thought to yourself, try to be civil.

“Good morning, Soldier” you said, trying to sound bored but not rude after you took another sip of your beverage, not looking over your shoulder to face the large man. “And yes, I slept very well actually.” You continued.

You heard the Solider chuckle. “Ha! Scout must’ve bored you to sleep last night, he doesn’t know how to really give a lady a real good time!”

“Actually, he pleased me very well last night”, you tried to respond calmly while you also tried to ignore the soreness in your body, not sure if that was the right thing to say. You couldn’t tell with the Soldier. “I don’t know how you could come to a conclusion like that.”

“Yer foolin’ no one,” Soldier continued, “if he fucked you like I would have, you wouldn’t be able to move a single muscle after last night! And everyone around here knows the Scout is a virgin. He must’ve done what all men do when they first fuck a woman; been too awkward or too soft!”

“While I appreciate your honorifics, it is certainly a step up from just being called ‘prisoner’”, you heard yourself say.

     You heard the Soldier make a few heavy thudded steps toward you, where he rounded the couch so you could see him and sat himself on the coffee table in front of you, his body a foreboding silhouette in front of the fireplace. You noticed that he was not dressed in his iconic uniform but was wearing black jeans and a white tank top, and he didn’t have his helmet on this time. He looked almost normal, if you also hadn’t noticed that he had an M3 trench knife fastened to his belt. Your thoughts went back to the BLU Soldier on your team. You had him to thank for drilling you on all the various weapons your own team was supplied with, so you knew what kind of knife the RED Soldier was carrying.

“Listen here, sweetheart,” he said in his raspy voice as he placed his arms on his thighs and leaned over you. “It doesn't matter what I call you, you are still our prisoner here. So don’t forget that, and don’t try to get sassy with me!”

You felt your eyes widen and you stopped sipping your coffee as you remembered the Soldier was more aggressive and trigger-happy than the other RED teammates if you dared say something that might tick him off.

“M-my apologies, Soldier,” you tried backtracking as you lifted your head from your drink and placed the mug on the left-hand side of the Midwestern man leaning over you, “of course I’m still your prisoner. I never said I wasn’t. Just that it was nice being called something else too.”

“And not just that,” he leaned toward you, ignoring your apology as he was now smiling, bringing his large right hand to tilt your chin toward his face, “You are our personal plaything. You’re nothin’ but the equivalent of a sex slave for us, and we don’t intend to let you go anytime soon.”

You flinched as you felt his hand gently caress the left side of your cheek and eventually made its way into your hair. He leaned in closer, his breath just centimeters from your face.

“And you know the best part?” He whispered. You felt your anxiety return again as he held up the uncooked spaghetti piece from yesterday in his left hand before placing it down on the coffee table, his smile turning into an outlandishly large, toothy grin. Your temporary confidence was waning now that you realized that you needed to be a lot more fearful of what the Soldier was going to do to you than what the Scout did. And you still had eight more RED team members in line to fuck you.

“I’m next in line to fuck you today”, he answered his own question, licking his lips. “Scout is a limp dick. Whatever you claim he did to you, it’s NOTHING compared what I have planned for you.”

“You see, Soldier?” You heard the voice of the Spy as he materialized on the couch to your left.

“I told you she wouldn’t try anything rash if you tried calling her a lady first.”

     Of course you were being watched the whole time. No surprise there. Everything you have done from the time of your capture to the time you left Jeremy’s room, and getting breakfast, was closely monitored by the RED team. You heard more shuffling from other feet entering the room along with the men’s chuckles. What did you honestly expect…you forgot that the Sniper specifically asked for the Scout to “signal” the team once he was done with you.

And you knew what that meant.

You heard some light, quick footsteps running into the large room. You closed your eyes and tilted your head downwards, not even needing to open them as you felt the cushion of the couch shift as you felt a presence next to you and a skinny arm snake around your waste as you uttered a single word, “Scout.”

“That’s right babe, I’m pretty good at pretending I’m asleep, eh? And you thought I didn’t have the ‘stamina’ did ya? I can’t BELIEVE you slept through me walking outta my room and when I crawled back in bed! You didn’t even wake up when I put your arms around me! You sure like to make the floorboards creak too, don’t cha?” Jeremy bragged. You tried to immediately dismiss his words, but something in his voice sounded like a bratty child rather than a threatening enemy.

“Get out of the way, maggot! You had your turn, now it’s mine.” The Soldier yelled as he easily pried the Scout off of you, giving him a side punch and threw him to the ground, all while his other hand was firmly planted in your hair. The excessive amount of Soldier’s strength had you temporarily paralyzed with fear.

“Hey lay off, man!” Jeremy pleaded as he curled in pain on the ground. “I was just playin’, and I’m goin’ by our goddamn rules!”

“Please Scout, stop complaining”, the Spy said calmly as he began to light a cigarette. “This isn’t about you today. You can always have your turn again another night after we are finished with her.”

The Soldier brought his other hand to the side of your head, and started to stand up, bringing you with him as he cradled your head in his hands.

“Look me in the eye, cadet! That’s an order!” The Soldier commanded. You did not hesitate to tilt your head to meet his intimidating gaze. “Like I said, you’re mine today. And I cannot BEAR to see you wearing that sissy little man child’s clothing on your body. Though I love the way your tits are showing under that shirt, this isn’t the look for you. You would look better wearing NOTHING AT ALL!” Without hesitation, the Soldier withdrew his knife quickly from his belt, slid it under the bottom of the red shirt, and easily sliced it away from your body, his blade not even clipping your skin. All the same you felt yourself making a fearful squeak at the continued exertion of raw strength coming from this intimidating man.

“Hey that’s my SHIRT asshole!” Jeremy yelled. “You’re gonna pay for that!” The Scout lunged toward the couch, but he was quickly restrained by the Engineer and the Medic. The Boston man was quickly subdued but he kept cursing and spitting at the men holding him back.

“Ah, MUCH better! I’ve been wanting those tits since the moment I saw them!” The Soldier bellowed. “Hey Scout! Let this be a lesson to you, THIS is how you treat a woman before you fuck her!”

     The Soldier turned back toward you, placing his legs on either side of you, pinning you, grabbed your bare shoulders and painfully latched his mouth onto your left boob, only lightly digging in his teeth, quickly swirling his tongue around the bite marks he was making. It didn’t hurt, but it made you cry out in shock. You could tell the Soldier was holding back. He could have sunk in his teeth deeper if he wanted to.

“Stop it, you’re hurtin’ her!” Jeremy yelled.

Your briefly halted your screams. Did Jeremy just try to intervene?

The Soldier pulled away from your chest, “Oh, did the little man develop feelings for this little SLUT?! You’re way too soft, you don’t deserve to violate this sweet little thing!”

Soldier turned back to you, and looked down at your legs. “Well goddamnit, we need to get these disgusting pants off of you too. Get up,” he commanded. He brought the knife terrifyingly close to your hips and made one long cut down the right pant leg. You dared not to flinch as he quickly moved to the other pant leg and ripped the fabric, baring your now naked body in front of the team once again. You didn’t realize that you were starting to audibly sob, begging for the Soldier not to hurt you, until the Spy placed a hand on the Soldier’s arm that was holding the knife.

“Soldier, please,” Spy said in a somewhat bored voice, “remember, she may be our plaything, but she must not be harmed.”

“Oh ho-ho Frenchie! Are you jealous? You want to fuck her instead?!” The Soldier jeered.

“Absolutely not, a gentleman waits his turn and is true to his word. Besides”, the Spy said seriously, tilting one of his gloved hands to the back of the Soldier’s neck, threatening to bring it down in a chopping motion, “don’t forget that if you escalate this issue more, I WILL use this.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” The Soldier yelled.

“Of course not. We are a TEAM, which is why you must not make matters worse”, the Spy said sternly.

“He’s right, ya know”, you heard the Sniper’s voice behind you. “And I will also see to it if you escalate this, I will have to incapacitate you, mate.”

The Soldier paused, a faint hint of sanity gracing his features. Then his grip slightly released from you as he made an annoyed sneer. “Fine”, he responded curtly as the Spy backed away, but then shoved his face down to yours, “but don’t expect me to go TOO easy on her, she is mine right now!”

The Spy rolled his eyes in disgust. “Ugh, chérie, please do not take this oafish brute too seriously, he KNOWS how he must treat you while you are here. We will make sure of that. The last thing we need is to deal with and report a dead member from the BLU team.”

His words did not put your mind at ease like they probably were intended.

“You’re comin’ with me now, missy. Ten-hut!” The Soldier twirled you around, now laying his left hand on your left shoulder, and feeling the cold, sharpened tip of his trench knife on your back from his other hand. He guided you around the couch and faced you toward the other larger entrance of the room. “March!” He ordered as he started to lead you out of the room.

“Wait!” The Sniper called out, “Before you take off with our prisoner here, I think she needs to take this.”

     The Australian man pulled out a familiar package that was retrieved from your bag the day prior.

He leaned down so that he was face-to-face with you, smiling widely, and shaking the package. “Just so we don’t also have to deal with any unexpected surprises, if you know what I mean. When do you take these pills, Sheila?”

“I take one in the morning everyday”, you responded before swallowing a lump in your throat. You realized in horror that you nearly forgot about your contraceptives.

“Then you best be takin’ one now”, the Sniper continued grinning sadistically at you. “I’ll go get that coffee for you.” He placed one finger under your chin, earning an annoyed, possessive growl from the Soldier and while he did so, he withdrew the knife from your back but dug both of his hands and nails deep into your arms. You winced a little from the pain. You knew that the Soldier was instructed to not hurt you, at least not too much, but you still felt like if you flinched at all, he would rip you apart.

Shortly afterward, the Sniper appeared in front of you holding your pills and your coffee mug.

The Sniper narrowed his gaze at the Soldier. “You should let her take her meds, Soldier”, he said to the man still holding you in place.  You felt the Soldier finally loosen his painful grip, enough for you to move your arms but not fully releasing you. You took the package and the mug, then looked back to the Sniper.

You paused for a moment, and then said weakly, “It’s not a big deal, b-but, taking my contraceptives with coffee makes me a little jittery. Any chance I could take this with water instead?”

You hear a rumble of laughter from the Soldier’s chest against your back.

“Sounds like our session together will be MUCH more fun that way, sweetheart!” the Soldier growled against you, completely ignoring your request. You felt him nuzzle his mouth close to your left ear, momentarily lowering his voice. “I can’t wait to feel how you squirm against my cock.”

The Solder straightened himself back up. “C’mon, don’t keep me waiting any longer!”

“Better do as he says, Sheila. You know he is not a patient man.” The Sniper whispered down to you, “We don’t want to deal with any unwanted pregnancies getting traced to us now, would we?”

Oh, so it sounds like they ARE worried about reputation, are they? You thought to yourself, tempted to roll your eyes.  Maybe that was some information you could use later too.

You push a pill out of the packaging and gulp it down with as little of the liquid as you could swallow while also getting the pill down your throat. You were surprised when the Sniper snatched your pills and your mug out of your hand once you were done.

“Hey, what was that for?” You raise your voice at the Australian man.

“Don’t worry love, I’ll keep track o’ these for you”, the Sniper said to you with mocked sincerity once again, “you told me everything I need to know to properly take care of ya in the future.”

You realized with dread that this was another method of power exerted over you: the RED team controlling your access to your birth control. But at least they would let you take it. You felt your lower lip tremble.

“Don’t worry Sheila,” the Sniper said while patting your cheek twice and then rubbing circles around it, “you’ll get another one of these pills tomorrow morning.”

The thought did not comfort you much.

“An’ before I forget, why don’t we introduce her to the rest of the team?”

     You just now noticed that the Sniper was still equipped with his kukri and used it to point to the entrance you were about to go through. You were filled with more dread as you easily recognized the three figures that popped in the common room who you noticed as the Heavy, the Demoman, and the Pyro.

“Ya know Sheila,” the Sniper looked down on to you, scanning your naked body with approval in his eyes. “Me an’ the rest o’ the team had to redraw from those spaghetti noodles after last night since our other three teammates came back. And I must say, they were NOT happy when they were recalled, ‘an the rest of us weren’t too happy about redrawing those noodles. Heh, except for Soldier ‘ere. The ones who came back last night originally thought the ceasefire was just a false alarm, but they became very, very interested when they found out they were going to fuck you once we told them that you’re stayin’ with us.” You heard low chuckles coming from the three mercenaries blocking the hallway, who were also scanning your naked body.

The Sniper walked in front of you and lowered himself to your level.

“Also, don’t think for a second that I stopped the Soldier from cuttin’ you up ‘cause we’re pals, miss. I only did so to keep the peace among me mates.” He motioned around the room with his eyes. “We ALL want a piece o’ THAT”, and with his last words he reached out one of his gloved hands and slapped your right ass cheek. This issued a grunt of annoyance from the Soldier, growling as a mad man does if witnessing his prized possessions getting stolen from him.

The Sniper walked over to you and the Soldier’s left, pausing as he leaned his head toward the Soldier, whispering loud enough for you to hear: “You can do as you wish with her mate, but don’t hurt her too much. She still must go through all of us. Can you handle that?” The Sniper finished his last sentence with a low growl. “Meaning if you hurt her too much, I will run my blade through you slowly an’ let insects eat your insides.”

The Soldier surprisingly relented, sighed, and answered, “Affirmative, sir.” The level of cooperation among the enemy team was a bit surprising to you, and it brought you some temporary relief.

“Good, now go,” The Sniper responded.

     The Soldier unceremoniously shuffled you forward, bringing the knife tip on your back. You heard the Scout continue to angrily shout obscenities at how the Soldier was treating you, with the rest of the team mocking him. As you walked by the three mercenaries before entering the new hallway, you saw the giant Russian man looking down at you hungrily, gently grabbing and rubbing his crotch as you passed by him. The Demoman tried reaching out to touch your boobs, but the Soldier yanked you away from his grasp, earning exasperated curses from the man in retaliation. The Pyro stared at you, still fully masked, stroking their chin mysteriously and staring you down as you passed them all in the hallway until all three entered the common room with the others.

You felt the Soldier run his hand through your hair.

“Now you’re all mine, sweetheart. In fact, I think I have a new nickname for you, slut cadet!” His raucous laughter rang in your ears as he continued to march you down the hallway.

     A few minutes passed as you were being led downward. The Soldier marched you down ramps and staircases until eventually you were led to what you thought was another bedroom until you saw the inside. You noticed that there were no windows at this level either, which made you think you were back in the basement where you first regained consciousness yesterday. The lights were off, but it looked like a different basement as most of the interior from what you could make out was converted into a small gymnasium. This building really was much larger than you anticipated.

“Alright we’re here, slut cadet”, he paused briefly before saying, “eh, I’m already getting bored with using that nickname with you, I better use it SPARINGLY!”

     He did not waste any more time at the door as he shoved you inside. You braced yourself to land on a hardened floor. However, you noticed that the ground was padded and not a paneled floor as you expected. Tossing his knife to the ground, he approached you where you fell.

“S-so we’re back at the basement level?” You tentatively asked him.

“Affirmative,” the Soldier replied, “but it’s not the same room where we interrogated you! Observe!” He flicked a light switch on the wall, and your eyes widened.

The room itself was indeed a workout room, with standard equipment you would see at any gym including a section with dumbbells, but what contrasted against this was what looked like torture devices and BDSM gear in one corner. You noticed that one wall had mirrors on it too.

“H-how did the Administrator allow you to have all…this?” You heard yourself say aloud, motioning toward the BDSM equipment.

The Soldier chuckled. “Missy, the Administrator doesn’t care about what kind of goods we bring with us to these complexes, so long as we only bring all our weapons to the battle grounds! Besides, we may as well keep it all down in the place where we need to stay fit!”

Wait, that’s another piece of information that could help you get out of here. The Administrator may not know about or keep track of any of the BDSM equipment, so that indicated to you that there is limited to no quality assurance standards to check to see what came into these buildings. Or if there is, then they would only care about weapons and classified information entering or leaving these buildings.

“So as long as it’s not marked as a weapon or sensitive data, no one has to check on anything that comes into these buildings outside of the base?” You asked.

“Enough questions, maggot!” The Soldier bellowed. “Time to get your ass to TRAINING!”

Well, that’s all I’ll get out of him for now, you thought. Plus, I don’t want him to get more suspicious of me. But you made a mental note of this room.

     He grabbed you harshly off the ground and led you over to a corner of the room, where you saw four chains attached on four corners of a St. Andrews cross.

“I gotta get some toys out, so to make sure you don’t run off, I’m gonna have to chain you up!” The Soldier sneered.

You could only lay limp and close your eyes tightly as he turned you around, back facing him, and shackled your arms and legs to each appropriate corner of the cross. You felt his rough, calloused fingers drag between each shoulder blade, then a rough tongue drag unevenly across the pathways that were preceded by his hands, sending shivers down your spine. You realized that your body was getting colder in the room after each consecutive lick. Once secured in all your restraints, the hardened Midwestern man chuckled as you felt his fingers cup your breasts from behind and feel your perky nipples. Opening your eyes, you noticed that you were facing the mirrors, and you were able to observe everything the Soldier was doing to your body.

“You’re already so aroused, slut,” he said almost in a whisper, “this will be a LOT more fun now!”

You felt his fingers leave your breasts and you winced at the sudden lack of contact.

     From the mirrors in front of you, you could see the reflection of the Soldier taking off his white tank top but leaving his jeans on, then watched how he was sorting through various equipment, muttering to himself what he deemed worthy and others he carelessly discarded away from him. He finally grabbed a tool, nestled it in his hands and watched him turn back toward you. He noticed that you were watching him and looked you directly in the eyes from the mirror, like a predator hunting its prey.

“I’m going to enjoy this, sweetheart”, the Soldier taunted you. “It’s gonna please me a lot more than it’s going to hurt you!”

With dread you realized that he was carrying a leathered whip. It looked shockingly similar to the Disciplinary Action that you saw the BLU soldier occasionally equip for battle, but this one was black and red, and had several black leather ribbons at the tip. The riding crop looked like it had specifically been modified as a BDSM tool. This man really did have a kinky side if he found the time to modify weapons into sex toys between battles. The Soldier chuckled with his infamous laugh once he came back to your side and gently rubbed the ribbons in a zig-zag pattern across your back.

You whimpered in fear, which made the Soldier settle one of his large hands on your right shoulder as his other hand continued different motions on your back.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll make sure you enjoy this.” He mentioned as he started licking your neck. You stopped whimpering and felt the smallest glimmer of arousal spark in the back of your mind. “Besides, I promised the others I wouldn’t hurt you TOO badly. So, I won’t continue unless you tell me to. And let’s have some safe words: ‘stop’ for stop, and ‘slow down’ if ya want me to slow down!”

He withdrew his tongue. “That sound good?”

“Yesssss,” you responded in a shaky moan. You had that feeling again: exposed and vulnerable to an enemy teammate, your mind curious as what he would do to you. You also felt shame that were trembling with arousal, wanting him to ravish you.

“There’s a good slut,” and with his last word, he used his left hand to bring the whip flush against the entrance of your cunt. He took one of the leathered ends and gently rubbed your clitoris with his index finger. This elicited another aroused moan from you.

“There ya go, if you’re a good little slave, I might even reward you by fuckin’ you nice and easy.” He lowered his voice to a tone that was almost soothing. You shuddered under his touch as he continued to rub the tip of the leathered pieces around your clitoris, rub down your labia, and then back again. With his right hand, he started cupping your breast and rubbing his fingertips in arcs left and right across your fleshy orb, where he soon migrated his large fingers to rub your nipples. You began to feel overwhelmed by the erotic stimuli on various parts of your body. The Soldier still wasn’t satisfied though, as he leaned down to your neck and gently grazed your skin with his teeth, relishing in the aroused reaction on your face as you attempted to arch your back under his touch.

     He pulled back from your neck as his hands kept working on your body.

“You like this, don’t ya slut?” You kept moaning until he started digging his nails into your right boob, making you yelp.

“I said, ‘you like this, don’t you slut?’ Answer me, maggot!”, he demanded.

“Yes, Soldier!”, you moaned.

He dug in his nails deeper, leaving a small trail of blood as you cried in pain and pleasure. “For the sake of where we are, you will refer to me as ‘master’ from here on out today, you hear me?” He commanded.

“Yes, master!” You moaned.

“That’s what I thought. You’re just a FREAK!” He whispered as he dug his teeth back into your neck again, speeding up his hand that was rubbing your vulva. The mere fact that your arms and legs were restricted made this more torturous.

The Soldier detached his jaw and slightly moved away from your shoulder. “Goddamn, you’re so WET!” He muffled. All you could do was whine in response.

It didn’t take long until you felt the leathery whip withdraw from your genitals, though the Soldier kept fondling your boobs with his other arm. You fluttered your eyes closed.

“H-hey, why did you stop? P-please master, whip me!” You heard yourself say. Wait, what, why did you say that? You were horrified at what words left your mouth. Though honestly, in your mind you wanted more of this even if you knew it was wrong. It was getting impossible to ignore your increasing lust. It didn’t help that the caffeine was settling in your body and was making you writhe more than normal.

“Heh, that’s exactly what I wanted to hear!” You heard the Soldier say, hearing him take a few steps away from you.

A few more seconds passed until you watched him gently lean back in the mirror, then felt the tips of the leather slowly drag across your bare ass before tilting his wrist back and giving you a light tap. You moaned again; you knew he was only teasing you first as you got the feeling that he would only increase the damage done from here.

“Ya want some more, sweetheart? Have another! And another!” Soldier bellowed as he whipped the meat of your ass a couple more times, each consecutive whip harder than the last. He chuckled deeply after watching you twitch and moan in your restraints. You felt him tenderly brush the whip across your butt again. Looking into the mirror you saw him wearing a devilish grin.

“Yer getting’ a couple nice red welts back here now”, he commented, lust in his voice.

You continue watching him as he backed away from you, turned around and rummaged through the equipment in the room. It was not long until he faced you again with two different tools in his hands. Your eyes widened with recognition when you saw him holding a red ball gag, and in his other hand was a weapon that you recognized immediately as his typical riding crop, the Disciplinary Action.

“By the look on your face I can tell you recognize this!” The Soldier boasted, sliding it in and out of his hands.

You gulped and felt your core clench. Now you really couldn’t ignore your feelings anymore. You wanted the Soldier to whip you more and then to ravage your body. And you couldn’t keep your thoughts to yourself.

“Master, hurry up! I want you to whip me and then fuck me hard until I cum!” You practically yelled, though you were still worried he might be too rough with you. You also realized you forgot to beg and say “please” for his actions, which is what he wanted.

“Slaves aren’t the ones to make demands outside of what they are told, so I will have to punish you for that, but thankfully for you I am in the mood to give my slut what she wants!” He responded.

     You watched him securely fasten the ball gag in your mouth and strap the device around your head. Moving uncharacteristically slow, he brought his brown riding crop right underneath your cunt until your folds encircled the entrance, then gently rubbed it toward your stomach and then back towards your ass, coating the crop with your juices. He gave your clitoris a few more flicks with the tip before gently withdrawing it. You saw his gaze hone down to your legs, slowly bring back the weapon and slap the back of your thigh. You felt a sharp stinging on the region he hit, but your brain did not have time to register the pain until he brought the whip back again and hit you again, this time harder.

You mewled out in pain as he gave the back of your thighs several more lashes, each lash followed by your cries, which were riddled with pain and pleasure on your wriggling body.

Shifting your gaze to the mirror, you noticed that the Soldier brought his hand back and massaged your legs and butt cheeks, relishing in the marks he left on you.

“Alright, I think we should stop here. I don’t want to cause serious damage since it looks like this is your first time doing something like this. Yes…you were only a mere empty canvas before spending time down here with me, now you’re decorated as my personal work of art,” he practically whispered, his statement sounding more cerebral than anything you ever heard him say before.

He swiveled the hand touching your ass over to your pussy, slipping a digit inside your vagina while more filthy noises escaped from the gag fastened in your mouth. Your vagina sopping wet from his finger assaulting your core.

“But you want more, don’t you? And I still need to add the final touches to my personal masterpiece, don’t I?”

He slipped another finger into your cunt and spread them wide, resulting in you making louder, drawn-out wails that you could muster with the restricting gag on your mouth. The Soldier frowned, undoing the strap of the gag on the back of your head and letting it haphazardly fall to the floor, he cradled his large head onto your neck and whispered directly into your ear: “Answer me: you want my cock, slave?”

“Yes, yes! Please fuck me!” You cried out.

     “You got it,” he quickly withdrew his fingers, a needy groan escaping from your lips. You watched the mirrors as he released you from all of  your restraints on the cross, making your wrists and ankles feel incredibly sore as your body slumped down to the ground, your eyes closing from exhaustion.

“Get on your hands and knees,” you heard his voice command, which was quickly followed by the sound of his jeans unzipping.

You obeyed him, crawling away from the cross as your gaze shifted away from the mirrors in the room. You felt his left hand roughly grab your waist and the other reach behind you so he could align his penis against your aching vagina. Once he found a good angle, he easily slid right into your pussy. Your body squirmed at the initial contact.

When he was fully inside you, you felt his rough arms clamp down on your waist, holding you in place as he started to pound harder into you. Your moans got louder, which turned into shrieks of pleasure as the Soldier relentlessly pumped into you.

“You’re gettin’ a little loud there, aren’t ya slut? Well then scream louder, so that ALL of the RED team knows that YOU belong to ME!” He bellowed.

“I—I belong to you, master! Only you can make me feel this good with these tools, fuck me and empty yourself into me!” You screamed.

     You heard a deep, dominating scream from the Soldier as he made several more powerful thrusts into you until he buried himself the deepest he could inside of you and came hard. Your orgasm arriving seconds after his. You felt his grip go slack and his body slump over your back as you both fell into heavy panting from your session, although not pulling out of you just yet. You felt one hand leave your waist and touch your messy labial folds, only to bring his slimy fingers to your mouth.

“Here. Suck them.” He commanded.

Opening your mouth, you felt two of his digits push their way into your eager maw while you tenderly lap your tongue against the fluids dripping from his fingers. While you did so he made a few more lazy thrusts into you. He wanted this moment to last a little longer before he decided he was finished with you. Only then did he pull himself out of your dripping pussy. Standing up, he made his way to your front, where you were still on all fours.

“Congratulations,” the Soldier spoke between heavy panting, “you have—pant—just graduated—pant—from slut cadet—pant—to a-a—”, he paused more to catch his breath, but it seemed like he was also exaggerating his breathlessness to mask that he was struggling to think of a better descriptor for you. 

“If it’s all the same, I like it when you call me ‘sweetheart’…”, you respond, smiling up at him.

The Soldier gave you a boyish grin. “Well then get used to it, ‘cause I’ll be usin’ those whenever I see you in the halls!” He gave you a brief salute.

You felt yourself blush, catching yourself off guard. “That—that sounds nice.”

     Grabbing his tank top, Soldier pulled his shirt over his head and zipped up his pants, taking one last look in the mirror to confirm his composure, then turned to you.

“Looks like my sweetheart needs to rest a little longer. You are now free to leave the room. So, until we fuck again, you are DISMISSED!” The Soldier yelled out.

He noticed you curling into a ball on the floor, shivering slightly now that you were coming down from your high. Despite the coffee you consumed not long ago, you began to feel extremely exhausted from your session with the Soldier.

“—I will be back!” He called out as he left the room, retrieving his knife before exiting the room, leaving the door slightly ajar. But you weren’t paying attention as you felt yourself drift off. About ten minutes later the Soldier returned with a blanket, pillow, and a warm, soapy washcloth for you.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said quietly as he caressed the marks he made on you with the warm cloth, pausing every time he heard you make a small groan. When he was finished, he gently lifted your head to place the pillow underneath you and drapped the warm blanket over you.

“I—I hope you find this satisfactory,” he grunted, a small blush gracing his cheeks.

“Mmmm, feels nice…” You mutter, smiling even though your eyes were still closed, tugging the blanket closer around your body.

“Yeah, uh…have a nice rest, sweetheart,” the Midwestern man awkwardly sputtered, ending it with a brief peck on your cheek. “But be warned! It won’t be long until the next maggot comes to get you but…but stay here as long as you like until then.”

Turning around, the Soldier left you in the room, flicking off the lights before fully exiting. Within minutes you were fast asleep.

     Piercing eyes hidden in the shadows carefully watched the Soldier leave the basement room, a huge grin on his face as he marched with more purpose than ever before as he left for the common room, possibly to brag to the other teammates about what he did to you.

“Only Soldier could please you, hmm chérie?” The French man uncloaked from the darkness, a dark smile gracing his lips as he moved quietly closer to the basement door where you were sleeping. 

“Challenge accepted.”