Natasha dropped her binoculars; she had seen enough, a group of sickles and conscripts before her had been ambushed by mirage tanks hidden in the snow, posing as conifer trees. Running down the hill she was using as a viewpoint, urged on by the screams of sizzling conscripts and explosions. Just as she reached the bottom, Vindicators roared by and the top of the hill was engulfed in a fiery blaze. Reeling from the shellshock and blinded by the dust, she scrambled through the smoke and stared. Apparently the allies have put mirage tanks behind the attack force as well; she stood as peacekeepers came through and moved; slowly behind their armored shields, at her. The microphone buzzed in her ear. "Commander, what should I do?"
"There's nothing we can do, all our units are occupied and all support powers are on cool-down"
"Isn't there ANYTHING?!"
The commando was getting desperate; those peacekeepers were edging closer…
"There is an experimental support power… but it's is still untested and deemed unsafe by the Ministry of experimental science"
"Just do it!"
Suddenly the there was a whooshing sound and silence, the peacekeepers stopped advancing and looked puzzled.
Natasha whispered into to her earpiece.
"What does this support power do again?"
"It's a prototype ultra magnet improvised for use on humans" The commander said, rapidly flipping trough the Manuel. "It says here that…Oh, no…."
"What?"
"Shit! Natasha get out of there now!"
At that moment the earpiece whipped out of her ear and disappeared into the sky, she looked up as an ominous hum began to vibrate the snowy floor. The peacekeepers were edging away from her, she tried to move but she was held fast by an unknown force. Her hat suddenly flew off her head with her hair-band letting down her black hair, It seemed to dawn upon her that the support power had gone wrong and what was about to come she struggled wildly, but to no avail. Her metallic jacket buttons ripped off and sent her leather jacket flying to the floor, she was left with a black bra covering her firm breasts.
A pulse shattered her belt and tore her bra off, her belt destroyed, and her black leather shorts slid down to her ankles revealing her hair covered womanhood. She gasped as cold air assaulted her privacy and immediately regretted her decision to go commando that day, She was stark naked apart from her boots and freezing; not to mention blushing with shame. Her body was pale and shivering, the allied soldiers were jeering and wolf-whistling at her sexy shape. She turned and tried to run but with her shorts around her ankles just made her stumble and fall. She was hoisted up by two peacekeepers and patrolled through the ranks, she endured groping, touches and pinches.
"Ow!" a unseen hand had pinched her delicate derriere and another hand groped her breast, pinching her nipples. Finally after they had paraded her around they dragged her to a tree and tied her hands behind the tree, using her legs in a futile attempt to hide her privates only resulted in tying her legs to the tree. Leaving her in a compromising position, they set off flares for the enemy to retrieve their "hero"…..