Marie stretched from her chair and yawns. It has been 12 hours since she started to fly the UAV RECON drones. She stood up and walked out of the hangar bay, her brown hair sways as the wind blows it from the breeze, her slender elegant body attracts attention from any guy that she walks pass. Her ivory and peach complexion is an exceptional rarity since she is half British and half Asian, she grew up in the U.K and yet loved Asia so much she returned to the country her half blood belongs and joined the military, for four years she have served as the best intelligence and special forces team leader of the Intelligence Service. After her hearing of the Rim-Cats, she resigned and signed up with Colonel Marcus Dangal and his newly formed mercenary regiment. With the Rim-Cats she has been appointed as Captain Marie Macie Curtiss, commander and leader of the special intelligence/special operations task force of 102 personnel. She never was a girly girl but yet those times get to her. Macie shops and shop a lot. It is her earning as a talented mercenary officer that allows her to live the lifestyle she wants, a lifestyle of elegance, luxury, and comfort. Though at times her work area is not at all elegant, comfortable, and lacking luxury, it is her lust for adventure that allowed Macie to be patient and enduring in her job. To her where else can she do what she does best and gets paid a large sum for it? That is the reason she is with the Rim-Cats and there are no regrets even after the first day of her work.
She walked towards one of the Fennek scout-car she is issued to be used as her transportation. One of the troopers saw her and smiled as she climbed onto the driver's seat.
"Going home Captain?
"Yea, it's been a long day sergeant."
"Well, hopefully you rest well. You deserved it after flying the UAVs and all."
"I will," she turned the ignition and gunned the gas pedal heading out of the H.Q. area.
Macie is happy to know that her duties are now done and that now she is headed back to her small apartment that she is renting not too far from H.Q. Though many of the personnel opted to billet in the base, she wanted the privacy and the feeling of being a normal civilian. There is nothing normal at what she does in neither her profession nor that the events which has transpired during the last 24 hours. The Rim-Cats just defeated three different groups of insurgents and not to mention rip apart the Parthian Army Regiment which was tasked to help their Shiite brothers fighting the infidels occupying Ar'Raq. She is proud of what her accomplishments are. It was her who is responsible of providing information to the whole regiment that made the operation so successful.
"Oh well another day another buck," she muttered to herself finally parking the Fennek in the driveway of her apartment.
She got out of her vehicle slamming the door shut and briskly walked towards the door, fondling in her right trouser pocket for the keys she did not notice three men that followed and entered the driveway. Once she looked up she knew there is something suspicious about the three men.
"Who are you?"
Macie's demands were answered by laughter from the three tall, big, muscular, men. One of them is Caucasian and evidently from either the Balkans or from Chechnya, the other is a black African, while the last of the group is an Arab. She had this spine tingling feeling that these men are from the insurgency, since they were defeated now they wanted to strike those that the Rim-Cats may not know needing some protection.
Hell with it, I can take care of myself.
She thought to herself, though Macie is right about that. She does not suspect that these men have some evil and perverted plans for her.
"Your friends hurt our friends," finally the Arab talked, "now it is you who will have to suffer for what they've done."
Macie kicked the nearest guy, the African in the balls which the foreign insurgent blocked. The Caucasian man grabbed her. She kneed him on the stomach and the man groaned as pain shot throughout his body. Suddenly she felt a needle stuck into her upper back, she turned and saw the Arab raising a tranquilizer pistol and laughed. Macie dropped to as she lost consciousness, before her body could hit the ground, the African caught her.
"Wake up kitty cat," a man in Arabic accent voice called out.
Marie Macie Curtis opened her eyes and is surprised to be laying in bed, she tried to move her arms, a feeling of shock engulf her as her eyes focused on her bounded hands. Her legs are spread apart and bounded. As panic engulfs her, she struggled and shouted obscene languages towards her captor. The only response she got out of her effort to insult and degrade her kidnappers is a loud laughter.
"You're in no position to say such things to us kitty cat," the Arab walked towards her as his eyes burning with desire and hatred for her focused on her lovely body.
"What the hell you want from me?"
"Information and some fun," replied her captor.
Fun, what the hell is he talking about?
She thought and then the man slowly undresses her and tossed the clothes aside.
Oh shit, I am going to be raped.
A part of her got excited, because of her job, many men shy away from her. True she can kick anyone's ass, but in this situation she is helpless, she cannot help but get excited at the thought of someone over powering her and having their ways with her beautiful, fit, and slender body. As her captor got rid of the bra that hid the true form of her gorgeous and busty breast, the man smiled in approval.
"You are a beautiful girl," said the Arab man.
"When I get out of here I will chop of your dick and shove it up your ass," she shouted in defiance.
His strong arms cups her breast, going around in circles he massages the big pink mounds. Macie, bit her lip as the man started to kiss her neck, licking her flesh, sucking it, and slurping at her neck.
"Stop it you fucking bastard!"
He kept going as one of his hands ceased playing with her breast, his tongue slides towards her throat, to her cleavage, then to the expose breast his hand just vacated. The man's mouth greedily devoured the big mound, his tongue flicking Marcie's erected nipple. The freed hand glides slowly down to her stomach then inches slowly to her red fiery pubic hair until the fingers of the hand started to touch her sensitive lips.
