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Psychological Warfare	By : Jgrl Category: +S through Z > Team Fortress 2 Views: 5763 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: i do not own TF2 and am not getting $$$ from this writing.

Chapter List
- 1-Psychological Warfare
- 2-Psychological Warfare 2
- 3-PW 3
- 4-PW 4
- 5-PW 5
- 6-PW 6
- 7-PW 7
- 8-PW 8
- 9-PW 9
- 10-PW 10
- 11-PW 11
- 12-PW 12
- 13-PW 13
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***DISCLAIMER: I own nothing***
***WARNING: contains major scout sex, guy/guy con and noncon, bondage, breathplay, some humil, torture, threesomes, implied more-somes, and violence. don't like don't read***
The clank of metal sliding against metal woke Scout the next day. Everyone fell silent around him. He hadn't even realized he'd been sleeping to the noise of their bickering. Must be like a constant noise thing, Scout thought, like a fan.
The door slid open to reveal the RED spy, neatly dressed in his usual attire. After a second of staring at each other, the BLU soldier immediately began shouting demands at the RED Spy. Usually Scout wasn't so close to Soldier when he started screaming his head off. It was almost a relief when the RED Soldier came storming in and socked BLU Soldier right across the jaw, shutting him up.
"RIGHT MAGGOTS!" yelled RED Soldier. Well this wasn't much better. Scout closed his eyes at the growing headache. "YOU HAVE BEEN KIDNAPPED FROM ENEMY LINES AND ARE NOW OUR WAR PRISONERS. YOU WILL BE SILENT AND OBEDIENT AT ALL TIMES AND TELL US EVERYTHING WE WANT TO KNOW ABOUT YOUR INTELLIGENCE. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?"
"Urg gack yah gor?" Scout tried to say. Attention in the room turned to him.
The Soldier marched down the line and screamed in his face. "WHAT WAS THAT MMMMMAGGOT!"
"Ulrg gack yahl gorn?" Scout sounded earnest.
RED Soldier reached down and removed the gag from around Scout's mouth. Before he could stand back up again, however, Scout promptly spat in his face.
RED Soldier stumbled back, wiping his eyes while the crowd of BLU's roared with laughter.
RED Spy was infuriated. He marched up and swiftly did something completely un-spy-like. He used his fists and harshly struck Scout about the head, then pulling out his butterfly knife and pulled Scout's head by the hair out as far as he could go from the wall.
The laughter died down as everyone watched to see what RED Spy would do.
"You zink zat is funny? I should gouge your eyes out."
Scout stared back at the Spy unimpressed, a large bruise already starting to form around his eye and forehead.
"I'd probably bleed to death."
RED Spy's face donned a dark smile.
"Not if we 'ealed you first."
Scout's face fell at that. This was not starting off very well for him. He had a sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach. Something wasn't right about how RED Spy was looking at him.
Defense-Scout-mode activated, he opened his mouth to start doing what he always did: get pissed and yell.
"Come at me bro! You don't wanna mess with me I'll f-mph!" RED Spy had already jerked the gag back on his head and tightened it, throwing Scout back against the wall and to the floor.
The others watched with a rising sobriety. This could get ugly real fast.
"Listen," Heavy, high as a kite, spoke up. "Leettle Man is tied up. No need to take eyes. He no more talk." Heavy looked pointedly at Scout, who only growled low and angrily in return. Soldier jabbed him with his elbow and Scout fell silent, glaring intently at RED Spy.
RED Soldier took the reigns of the situation again, just using his talking shout now instead of actually screaming at the troops.
"Now, I know you're all expecting us to take each of you into a separate room and try and make you all talk, but we all know that won't do us much good. So we're going to try something a little different." He smiled proudly. "It's called Mychosologic Warfare."
RED Spy interjected. "Psychological Warfare. We're going to use Psychological Warfare."
"Right, that. Any ways the thought behind it is that we'll only torture one or two of you and it'll be so horrible for the rest of you to deal with, you'll spill yer guts!"
BLU Spy spoke up at this. "And what makes you zink we would care that our comrades were tortured. We see each ozzer get killed every day."
RED Spy started smiling again. "Because, tu ver, we 'ave an advantage of knowledge to use against you."
BLU Spy looked unimpressed. "And zat would be?"
RED Spy began to grin from ear to ear. Proudly he stepped forward so he could see every one of the prisoner's expressions when he revealed to them:
"You're all sleeping wiz each ozzer!"
Dead silence.
Medic burst out in indignation. "VAT? ve are doing no such zing."
There was some awkward chuckling from BLU Demoman, BLU Engineer and BLU Soldier.
Heavy was dead serious. "So? Is no big deal." blushes started up on people's faces. Sniper groaned at heavy, shaking his head. "Is natural." Heavy insisted.
BLU Spy licked his lips unhappily. "'Ow did you find zis out?"
RED Spy smirked. "'Ow do you zink I found it out?"
There were a few more groans that went around the circle.
RED Spy laughed a bit at that. "Let me break zis down for you." He began pointing at people. "ze Soldier is wiz ze Engineer, ze Demo man is wiz ze Pyro, and ze rest of you just..." he looked pointedly at a bright red scout, who immediately averted his eyes. "fuck like rabbits."
Tension swam in the room. Of course they all knew what they were doing at BLU base, but that was NOT for RED's to know. RED's were never supposed to find THAT out.
RED Soldier leered at BLU Soldier and BLU Engineer. Seeing the sneer, Sniper got angry.
"So what? Who cares what we do in our free time? Besides, we've been fighting for three years together now, don't tell me none of your men are doing it."
RED Spy ignored him. "Ze question now, will be of who. Who will be chosen to be tortured while the rest of you sit 'ere 'elplessly, day after day?" RED Spy smirked at their expressions.
"Picking one of the couples does not work." He stated. "I doubt that ze Pyro knows what your intelligence says." he laughed a bit at the thought.
"So zat leaves the choice between ze BLU Spy, Medic, Sniper, Scout or 'Eavy." He looked at the buzzing Heavy, "Obviously 'Eavy is out. 'E would not respond well to torture. Also, I don't wish to use ze Spy." He leaned down to smile at BLU Spy face to face, sickly sweet. "We need your memory sharp for telling secrets."
BLU Spy simply stared back at him, coldly unimpressed.
RED Spy turned away to walk back down the line.
"So zen I zink, why not go wiz ze weakest members of your team?" His gaze shifted to the medic. The man shivered at the attention. "After all, a team is only as strong as its weakest link."
Heavy moaned in the corner. "Doktor, nooo..."
"Quiet heir Heavy." Medic stared the RED Spy down bravely.
"Ah, but ze 'Eavy is correct, what if we need your medical knowledge in the future? We can't 'ave you wrizing in pain trying to remember 'ow to suture a wound."
That was bullshit and the whole room knew it. RED Spy obviously already knew who it was going to be.
Sniper made a small noise of protest and Heavy looked stricken with sadness. It would have been easier to have the Medic chosen. For one he was already insane so they couldn't really "break" him. For another, he'd had to deal with torture back in Germany, so he would have been the most prepared for it.
Sniper tried to will RED Spy to look at him but his gut felt the truth of the situation. It wasn't BLU Sniper that was going to be tortured.
"So zat leaves Scout doesn't it?" RED Spy turned to the young man on the ground near him. Scout looked up at him with defiance in his eyes and RED Spy could feel a gloom set over the rest of the room.
The thought struck him again:
This was going to be fun.
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