No. Not even close.

Katy glanced over her shoulder, seeing the bus's headlights start to fade in the distance. The desert was cool at night, and her attire was much, much less than optimal for such a trek. Still, she playfully kicked the sand that had blown over the road under her feet as she made her way. She didn't notice the faint glimmer of green from the captured UN night vision goggles on the hill to her right, nor did she hear the whispered Arabic words, lost in the wind, that spelled out her fate.

"American. Female. Looks like a USO bus, probably important." Ali said into his iPhone ( it was with great satisfaction to him that the Americans thought they still communicated with smoke signals or some such thing) "...I think it's worth it, if you move quickly. Nothing politically worthwhile, but I her breasts rival the moon in size."

"Very well. We'll get her." a voice said into his earpiece. Ali silently blessed the internet. Without it, he would never have had this technology to fight the infidel.

Katy moved over the the next hill, and the lights from the bus were gone. She was suddenly in the darkest, dustiest place she'd ever been. Still, her manicured toes in her high heels moved her forward. The glow from the American base was ahead, and she knew it couldn't be too far. She wondered how the troops would react. She knew they favored heavier music; rap and heavy metal. But she also knew that she was a classic beauty, worthy of being painted on the side of bomber. Her classic curves were probably irresistable to military types. She had a vintage 1940's pinup outfit in her shoulder bag she'd packed along. A wicked thought entered her mind. 2,000 soldiers with rock-hard abs jacking it to her the night she performed. Maybe a couple of them might make their way to her tent? Katy warmed to the thought as she walked. It'd been a while since she'd done something like that.

And then, just as the lights from the bus and the base ahead vanished under the next hill, they came. Shadowy figures erupted from the sand. She could hear the clank of metal on metal, see the glint of the gun barrels. "Oh...oh God!" she thought. There were half a dozen of them, all threatening her in Arabic as they advanced. She looked back, and forward, as they came. The lights were gone. She had no hope.

"Wait...wait! I'm....I'm....an American celebrity!" she said. She was pushed down to her knees. She felt the gun muzzle pushed between her shoulderblades as they guided her to her knees. Katy looked side to side as she felt her hands pulled behind her, and the zip ties tighten around her wrists. Within a minute, she was tossed into the back of a jeep, and was being driven into the darkness of the desert.

She looked around. She was definitely in the back of jeep. Three men were leering at her, but none were moving toward her. "Dammit, Katy, you are always making these bad decisions..." she thought to herself.

"I...I have a lot of money." she said. One of them was shifting toward her. "...and my record company would pay a lot to get me back!" she continued. He tilted his head. Katy smiled. Her ploys seemed to be working. "Like...like maybe a million dollars!" she said, nodding her head. He nodded back, and chuckled. She chuckled too. Then his hand started to grope her supple breasts. He kept chuckling, as the smile drained from her face. His other hand was rubbing the bulge in his pants. Katy realized they hadn't understood a word she had said. He unzipped the fatigue pants he was wearing, and pulled his pulsing cock out. She'd sucked a few dicks on her rise to fame, and could recognize the predatory glare in his eyes. This was going to be a bumpy ride.