Los Angeles, California

I never thought that my life would come to this. Being tied up by my wrists with duct tape over my mouth. On my knees in the master bedroom being held hostage inside of my own house. My wife had left to go to work in the morning and it was now mid-day. I was enjoying myself by watching TV downstairs in the living room when five individuals broke into my house with guns in their hands.

Mere minutes after their break-in they found me reaching for the phone to call 911. All of the sudden I blacked out and when I woke up I was in my bedroom being held hostage.

From what I could tell the five intruders didn't want to harm me, but to keep me alive for something. I didn't know what.

There were four females and one male.

The first man to enter was a big one. He had a green metal helmet on with a visor that nearly covered his entire face. I could barely see his eyes. He wore a brown gorka military uniform along with combat boots and held some type of SMG. He had a thick russian accent.

There was the quiet female wearing all black. She had a skull painted on her face with brown hair that was tied back. She was the scariest out of all of them. She held an automatic shotgun and never talked.

There was also a rather thin girl with a large helmet and visor who had a spanish accent. She had the Vector SMG strapped onto her, she had dirt markings across her face.

The other female had a desert headscarf wrapped around her head. She was blonde and had two stripes on each sides of her cheeks. She had sleeve tattoos and was very muscular. She had the SPAS-12 automatic shotgun. She was white skinned and had no accent.

The last female was an asian female who wore a black beanie and a thick white uniform. She had black hair and didn't speak very much either.

All five of them began barricading windows with wooden planks. As I woke up, I immediately tried to talk, but realized there was duct tape across my lips, nothing could be understood from me if I continued to speak. "No talking!" the russian man said.

I stopped talking. I didn't know what to do other than stay put. Suddenly, I thought ran across my mind. They tied up my hands and taped my mouth shut. I was on my knees but they didn't tie my legs together. If I was fast enough and when nobody was watching, I could make a run for it towards the front or back door. It would be risky, but I couldn't shout so nobody could hear me. My best bet would be to hope that someone would see me running away from my house with my hands tied up and they would call the police.

I thought that the front door would be the best way out, since I could jump out in the middle of the street and people would notice me more than if I was just in my own backyard. I would just have to wait until more people would leave this room. The quiet girl with the painted skull on her face had already left.

Caveira POV

"Finally some damn peace and quiet, away from everyone. Especially that loud Russian! "This is a really nice house, lucky Americans."

Caveira was exploring the bottom section of the suburban household. Everyone else was upstairs fortifying while she was exploring. She walked downstairs into the basement and turned left into the gym.

"They even have their own gym."

She noticed that here was another stair leading into the kitchen. She continued looking around the basement. Until she settled in the garage. The garage doors were closed, and there was a car covered by a white tarp and a large sized motorboat in the garage.

"They must be rich if they can afford nice things like these." "Now that I have some nice peace and quiet away from everyone, I can finally get down to business."

Caveira sat in the corner of the garage, away from the doorway. She took of her black beret that had the BOPE logo on it. She began to strip. She unbuttoned her first black shirt that revealed a black tank top underneath. She removed her belt and removed her pants which had her beretta pistol on it and threw it to the side.

"Fuck. I can't believe I have to do this here. As long as nobody sees me."

Lastly she removed her gloves and began to rub her vaginal area.

"Oooooh yeah."

She started by rubbing the outside of her black panties, but then stuck her right hand under them to touch her vagina. She became wet very quickly, the silent garage was now echoing with the sounds of her moist pussy. She used her left hand and grabbed one of her breasts and began to fondle them.

"Mmmmm. Fuck yeah. Oh god this feels so good."

Caveira quietly spoke to herself while she masturbated. She didn't want anyone to hear what she was doing. She moaned as she stopped rubbing her clit, and inserted two fingers inside of her. The wet noises continued to echo throughout the garage.

"Ooooooh fuck. Ooooh yes please."

Suddenly, a loud voice can be heard upstairs.

"Caveira?! Where the hell are you? We need you up here for something!"

Caveira couldn't tell exactly who it was due to how far she was from everyone. It caught her off guard as she immediately pulled her two fingers out. She groaned but before she put her clothes back one, she sucked on her two fingers, wrapping her tongue around both of them. Sucking her juices and licking them up. She moaned softly as she did.

Caveira put all of her clothes back on, and proceeded to walk back upstairs to the master bedroom.

A/N: Did you expect a new story all of the sudden? Probably not! I'm a fan of the Rainbow Six series, and decided to make a brand new story about Rainbow Six Siege, a game that I still play almost everyday. This doesn't mean I will abandon black ops 2, I'm just taking a break from that to work on something new. Hope you guys enjoy this first installment and remember, feedback is always appreciated!