Okay, 120 here. I am a little nervous about submitting this. But, this is for entertainment purposes and to improve my skills as a writer (I have not written stories since I was a child, by the way). I tried editing this introduction but there still may be some mistakes. Even though this is an introduction for the story I am writing, here are some warnings about what I plan for it to contain: language, kidnapping, mild bondage, and (mildly graphic) rape (which may turn consensual). Another warning, I have never written any sex-based stories before, so I am approaching new grounds here. Don't worry, nothing sexually graphic yet since this is just an introduction. Also, this is a TF2 x Fem!Reader story. You are on the BLU team. ------------ Part One: The Capture 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 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 goodâ€, 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 like a traditional woman, but when you persistently offered to help them with anything while they were off at battle, they offered 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 boy you were dating, these emotions were based on you helping your team, 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? ---------- 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. 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, one extra blue tank top, sunglasses, and a snack that you stole from Scout. 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 battle. 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. Gotta 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 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 whip past you. Before you had time to withdraw your pistol, you felt one gloved hand cover your mouth with foul-smelling rag and another snake around your waist to support you. You elicited a squeak of 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, mon amour…†-------------- 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….holy shit! My team! Your memory came racing back as you 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 is going on!? You continue 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 Sheila on the BLU team, based on your blue tank top. 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, Sheila. I’ll start at the beginnin’ from your time: 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’ chloroform that our Medic secretly accessed, an’ ‘e had allowed 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. “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 zhink we, as gentlemen, should give ze mademoiselle 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 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 walks around you and unties the 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’ with 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 lead to 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. “You gonna sit there all day toots 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—“ Sniper held up his hand for 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 rude, 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 underneath your chin and slowly pressed 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?†He lightly shoved the kukri higher, barely breaking your skin. You then nod your head just slightly backward so you would not be stabbed; a look of submission reflected in your eyes. He then sheathed his knife and he looked pleased, and 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 this situation in once 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,â€, you begin, “you have not yet answered my questions on where I am and why I am here. Furthermore,†you crossed your arms defiantly, “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. “Let me explain, Sheila: you ‘ave not been out long, 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 wondered. You tried to think of which location the battle was fought, but had no recollection of where. You hoped that this was the only thing you could not remember from the events that had happened that day. 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! How did THAT get in there?! Your “information†was merely an intern identity card for your team. You were not sure why you still needed it after the several months up until now, since the entire team still knew your status as a newbie. And you usually kept that card in the drawer by your bedside table in your room. You must have absentmindedly thrown it in the bag in your haste. 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 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 training pistol. Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped in shock that you had forgotten about your weapon. 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. “Negativeâ€, he replied as he took the pistol from Sniper’s hands and started taking apart the pistol. You whimpered quietly as you saw your only weapon get disassembled. That was the only weapon you had. “You probably ‘ave figured out that you are now our hostage, Sheila. After talkin’ to the rest of the team, we were considerin’ a ransom for you, but what could we get in return? The BLU team would just have you safely back in their arms. An’ not only that, but we do have a cease fire that lasts for several days. 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. You had forgotten that every month or so there would be a break, sometimes two weeks more or less, of a cease fire where none of the teams fought against each other. Sometimes the teammates would leave to visit their families or friends, or just go on a leisurely vacation on their own. So this explained why the other three mercenaries—Demoman, Heavy, and Pyro—were not there. 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, 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 will ‘ave to 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. Your building 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.†How did that get in my bag as well? 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 knows that now. With that said, Sheila, you will have to oblige by whatever we tell you or want ya to do.†<i>(To be continued….)</i>