She has to wear something! Anything!

Shuffling to keep her feet warm on the freezing ground, Natasha rushed toward the **** soldier. Falling to her knees, she frantically tugged at his clothes. His thick jacket held tightly to him, pulled snug by Velcro straps. She swung a leg over his torso, straddled him, and began ripping away them. The suggestive nature of her position was not lost to her but whatever embarrassment she felt was numbed by the freezing cold and her desperation for some type of concealment. She made her way to the final strap and pulled at it furiously.

“Yun tagh?”

She looked up from what she was doing. The soldier was awake. He’d been watching her panicked attempt to undress him, sitting on his lap, her face red with frustration, her breasts bouncing with every tug, that same stupid smile on his face. His face immediately turned to horror as a manic, frozen hand wrapped itself around his throat. The naked spy pinned the boy to the ground with one arm, his bulging eyes still glued to every movement of her excited nipples. She raised her other arm high above her, with a fist intent on destroying whatever it was about it make contact with.

“Sweet dreams,” she said with a devilish voice.

The soldier finally closed his eyes and awaited the blow.

Blinding light suddenly surrounded the two. Natasha’s eyes went wide. Her blood ran as cold as the air surrounding her. She turned her head around timidly. The rush of light stung. She used her raised hand to shield her eyes. Peering from behind her palm, she could see the light was coming from a watchtower several yards away. She heard the authoritative howling of Sokovian warnings. Another flash of light blasted her from the front. Then another from her left. She’d been caught. And they could see every naked inch of her hunched over this goon!

Her eyes darted all around her in search of an exit, an open window, a trash can, anything that she could run into and hide. She wrapped her arms and pouted her lips. There was no escape from this.

“Du lungth ta…”

She looked down at the soldier whose amorous smile had returned. He held up an extended arm, offering his wool ushanka-hat. With a sigh of defeat, she snatched the hat from him and stood. Holding the cap firmly between her legs, she continued to try to form some type of plan. She squinted in the light. Shivers of embarrassment and chills rocked through her thighs and fingers. Her hot breaths came out in rapid clouds.

“Think, think, think, Natasha!” she said aloud, her mortified mind coming unraveled.

Abandoning all reason, she threw the hat away and dashed for the nearest siding of fence that stood around the compound. The light of the watchtowers followed her and illuminated her every step as if she was performing cold and naked on some frozen stage. She pumped her arms and legs madly in her sprint. A look of anxious terror plastered to her normally calm and collected face. She came to the fence and, gripping as high as she could and putting her bare feet into the openings of the chain links, began a long and painful climb. Her glistening body was still bathed in the spotlight.

“I can do this. I can do this!” she reassured herself.

All she had to do was get over the fence. Once she was over, she could steal away into the woods. She knew wilderness survival. She could get into the woods and away from this place, away from this mission, away from this life! Most of all, she could get out of the range of these damn spotlights.

Natasha drew in a long breath, trying to sooth her aching muscles. Her shoulders and thighs begged for relief. The cold metal of the fence dug into her fingers and toes. Her chest and nipples raked against the links with every step, becoming rubbed raw. Natasha looked up and her face sagged with hopelessness. It looked like she had miles more to climb. She remained still, letting the futility of the situation coat her like the freezing sweat that was dripping off her body.

A shot rang out of the darkness, snapping her back to her senses. Natasha felt a pinch on her right butt cheek.

“Huhnn!” she squealed. She’d been shot!

A dreamy calm overtook her. Her grip loosened. She fell on her back. She hit the ground in a heap. She felt no pain from the fall, her body humming with numbness. Tilting her head and languidly opening her eyes, she saw more blinding light.

Out of the light, a figure emerged. It walked nimbly toward her. It stopped. Natasha thought she could her the faintest bit of laughter coming from it. Then darkness swallowed her.