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No. 3887
Thanks for the suggestions, everyone. This update seems particularly...brutal, but fear not, Snoipah will be rescued...hopefully...maybe... >:]
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Spy dodged several grenades and a rocket before making it back into BLU base, the enemy intelligence on his back. When he was safely in the base, he collapsed onto a few barrels of oil and let himself lay there for a few minutes, his heart still racing from the adrelanine of escape. As pyro passed him, he handed the intelligence off, not caring if he took all the credit of capturing the intel for himself. RED was particularly bellicose this past week, agitated by the fact that their Sniper was nowhere to be found. Without him, there was a severe hole in their defenses, which BLU had exploited for several days now with splendid results. Already, RED’s intelligence secrets were being decrypted and exploited, and it looked as if they’d be pushed entirely out of the area in a few days. And this, of course, would be fantastic, as it would mean no more fighting, or attempted rescue missions. Since Sniper hadn’t respawned, the RED team had figured that he was BLU’s captive, and they had been relentless in their attempts to rescue him. But each attempt was warded off, and with any luck, no more would follow in the future.
This was the sentiment of most of the BLU team. When the rest of the team had found out Spy had captured him, they were delighted; was there anyone out there who didn’t find the virile Australian gorgeous? Medic, who kept a large stash of bondage accessories for these situations, had fitted him with a leather collar and light steel handcuffs, as well a set of different-colored ball gags and a ring gag. The collar was fitted with a leash, so that he could be dragged about easily, although the burlier members of the team, like Heavy and Soldier, simply through the helpless man over their shoulders when they wanted to take him away for rape. During the day, he was usually shackled up somewhere accessible and guarded, his ass open and vulnerable so that he could be easily fucked; at night, he was thrown into a storage closet, where he was anyone’s game. Every day, Medic made him take a frigid shower and twice a day, he was fed mushy slop. The team treated him as they would a television or a fleshlight; as something for recreation, an object to be used and tossed aside when it became boring. But Sniper would never become boring. He was just too beautiful, and rapeable, for anyone to tire of him.
That was, except for Spy, and possibly Pyro, who hadn‘t shown the slightest interest in the RED Sniper‘s presence. The frenchman had never intended for things to go this far, and now, he pitied the poor man, reduced to a sex slave by his captors. His original plan was to use the Aussie for a short while, fuck around with him and fondle gim little, before sending him running with his tail between his legs; but now that everyone had access to him, there’d be no escape. He’d be fucked blind, until he was suicidal, until he was broken and just up and died. Spy had seen it before, when his captives had become known to the rest of the team. He always regretted it, when it went too far, but it was probably for the best, since they would respawn and be free once again. But they’d be scarred for life, and usually break down and flee at the mere sight of Spy. Often, they’d have to be replaced. And though this sort of thing usually amused Spy, there was something about Sniper that made him deeply concerned for the man. Was it genuine affection? Spy couldn’t say for sure, but he did know there was an uneasy gurgling deep in the pit of his stomach. This unpleasantness would surge forth when he entered the respawn room.
“Sacrebleu! What are you doing?!” Scout was in the room, sodomizing poor Sniper, who was bound to a bench by his cuffs and giving pained grunts behind a bright red ball gag.
“What’s it look like, ya toad? I’m screwin’ the Sniper!” he said, looking up at Spy. “Oops…I mean, ‘der sklave.’ that’s what Medic calls him.”
“Yes, vell, Medic eez a psycho,” Spy said, looking away as he fished through the medicine cabinet for some gauze and a pack of cigarettes. “Must you…fornicate here?”
“It’s the most accessible spot,” Scout said, beginning to thrust in and out again. “People can just do him as they bandage up from battle or respawn, ya know?” Even after being anally raped so many times, Sniper was immaculately tight. Scout pulled in and out rapidly, working with the same speed he ran. To Sniper, it felt like a jackhammer. The repetitive motions were making him nauseas, but he managed to compartmentalize most of his discomfort. He kept his mind focused on a blank white space, far removed from the place where he was bound. His mind drifted to his days on the outback, where he’d tracked down dingo and brumbies on foot for game. Now, he envied those creatures. At least they’d been killed swiftly and suddenly, without any pain or humiliation…
“So, he ‘as been reduced to a vending machine,” Spy said disdainfully. Poor thing. At least with him, he’d been fondled and raped in relative private. Here, he had no such vestiges of dignity.
“Whaddaya want, a lover?” Scout asked. “He is a vending machine. He’s a sex toy.” After this, scout came, his face flushing red as he thrust with finality. Sniper gave a soft cry and rest his head on the bench, breathing heavily through his nose. He hadn’t worn clothes for eight days now. And if someone fondled him or sucked him off, he would be covered in his own seed all day, until the next shower. He’d say it was hell, but that was so trite it didn’t convey the misery of it all. It was…agony.
When Scout had finished, he gave Sniper a slap on the ass and stepped off, pulling his shorts back up with one hand and grabbing a towel with the other. “Well, see ya Spy,” he said nonchalantly, as if he’d just been putting on some deodorant. “I gotta go tell our Sniper I’m finished. I told him he could have the next turn when I was done.” the RED Sniper gave a gulp and a shudder, and Spy could understand why. Out of all the BLU teammates, Medic included, Sniper had been the most brutal. The two Snipers had always been rivals, each one taking out the other’s teammates and taking shots at each other, and now that Sniper had been captured, BLU Sniper saw this as a sort of ultimate triumph for himself, and never ceased making his dominance known. He hardly even used Sniper for pleasure; instead, he used him to make himself feel powerful, and did brutal things like fisting and whipping. When he’d first done this, Spy had tried to intervene, but found himself powerless to protect RED Sniper. And as the captive Sniper looked up at him imploringly, giving a moan of distress behind his gag, Spy found it unbearable and had to step away. He used the cloak and dagger and disappeared into nothingness before the Australian, the BLU Sniper coming in just as he did. He looked around the room, and, seeing no one, walked over to RED Sniper with a baleful grin.
“Why ‘ello there, mate,” he said softly, leaning down and grabbing RED Sniper’s chin to force his head upward. “Ya miss me? Welp, let’s not keep ya waitin’ any longer, shall we?” RED Sniper struggled in his cuffs and grunted in protest, but could nothing as BLU Sniper retrieved from his vest a small key and unlocked him. He first undid his hands, pulling them up and locking them back in place when they were freed from the bench, and then his ankles, until he held with a leash an unsteady, standing RED Sniper. “Le’s go somewhere real proivate, where we can have some alone time,” BLU Sniper said with a grin, giving a sudden tug that made RED Sniper lose his balance and fall onto the ground.
“Hrrrrrlp! Grrrphhp!” RED Sniper cried from behind the gag as he was dragged out of the respawn room. Spy, still invisible, followed silently, wondering with apprehension what BLU Sniper had in mind…
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