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SoraPiroB
Tue Jan 13 2015, 11:18PM



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The empty halls echoed with the sound of footsteps, coming from seemingly nowhere. Suddenly, Scruff McGruff materializes out of thin air, appearing within the enemy basement. Taking a few spare bullets from the box lying in the corner, he topped off the clip from his Ambassador and adjusted his hat, which had came askew while he was hurriedly zig-zagging through the battle that was raging in the courtyard. By the sound of things, the fight was over, and by the absence of his teammates, he could guess that things had not gone well for them.
Suddenly, a friendly demoman came stumbling down the stairs, side covered in blood and splintered shield hanging off a limp arm. He watched as he picked up the medpack from the floor and started administering to his own wounds.
“Not our finest moment,” Scruff commented, and the demo weakly nodded. Allowing his ally to rest, he made a quick check of the intelligence room, finding it empty. When he returned, the demo was gone, with absolutely no trace of him to be found. Momentarily confused, he failed to notice the demo standing behind him, arm raised, knife in hand. A shard of wood fell from the broken shield and clattered to the floor, alerting Scruff to his presence.
Turning quickly, he caught the assailant by the wrist, stopping the knife from embedding itself in his back. With a snarl, the disguise evaporated, exposing Downer as the enemy spy. Pushing him back, Scruff took out his gun and leveled it at Downer, who had taken his own out. Scruff quickly ducked around the corner, backing towards the spiral hallway while exchanging fire with the enemy spy. As he rounded the next corner the back of his head collided with the barrel of a gun, and he turned to see gune on the other end. He turned to aim at his new assailant, but discovered that his wrist was held tightly in Downer's grip. With a sharp twist and a sound akin to a twig breaking, Scruff dropped his gun, and his knife taken from within his sleeve. Unarmed and caught between two enemies, he prepared himself for death.
But it didn't come. Downer ripped Scruff's tie from around his neck and used it to tie his wrists together behind his back. Gune, keeping his gun trained on their captive, led them back to the intelligence room. While he stowed the briefcase underneath the desk, Downer pushed Scruff roughly into the desk, causing him to trip and lay on his back, head hanging over the plush leather chair. Taking out his knife, gune stood behind the desk and held it up to Scruff's face, close enough that he had to cross his eyes to keep it in view.
“You are an embarrassment to spies everywhere. And for that, you must be punished.” He held the tip of the knife against Scruff's throat, and then in one motion cut open his shirt, exposing his bare chest. On the other side of the desk, Downer sliced Scruff's belt open, yanking down his pants and boxers. Furious and humiliated, Scruff could barely do more than watch as gune kept his gun trained on him. He would have prepared death over this.
Gune pressed the barrel of the gun against Scruff's cheek as he undid his own belt. “Even think about biting me and I'll break your jaw.” To emphasize the point, he slammed the butt of the gun against the side of Scruff's head, causing him to see stars. Downer grabbed Scruff's ankles and spread them wide, tying them to the desk's legs to keep them open. With a chuckle, the two spies had their way with their counterpart, who could only wait out the tourture.
After two hours, Gune and Downer left the basement, leaving Scruff's abused body bound to the desk. He laid there for a while more, even as members of the enemy team bearing his team's intelligence had their way with him as well. Filled with shame and covered in grime, he barely had the energy to get himself off the desk and out of the basement.
Meanwhile, behind a bank of security monitors, Hick leaned back in his chair sipping on a mug of coffee. As he watched Scruff limp out of view of the camera, he pressed a button on the console marked “Stop Record”. Ejecting a tape from the recorder, he labeled it “Spies! Spies! Spies!” before leaving the room.







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gonzo.the.great
Wed Jan 14 2015, 04:27PM


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I feel dirty.







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SoraPiroB
Wed Jan 14 2015, 04:33PM



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RealDownertwo
Wed Jan 14 2015, 07:23PM


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I'll do anything for a part 2








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SoraPiroB
Wed Jan 14 2015, 08:34PM



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Donate to the server :3 Vayne said he would if I wrote this one.







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