As always, please be aware there is graphic content throughout this text.
Please read The War of 2020 Pt. 7 to understand the story. Pt.1 - Pt. 6 are also available.
This is a fun hobby for me that I'm happy to share with you but don't take it too seriously, this is erotica. ;)
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Enjoy.
~TY
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Morgan rolled around on the plush bed like an outstretched cat, enjoying the soft cotton against her bare skin. It took her a moment to realize she was actually in bed alone for once.
Her halo of brown curls were more of a bird's nest this morning, probably from the drug induced chaos she experienced last night. All she wanted to do was jump into the shower and wash her body using the hottest water she could tolerate.
"My fucking head...," she whispered, squeezing her eyes closed. Her brain was scattered, having been poisoned by a toxic mix of hormones and party drugs, she felt sick to her stomach.
Getting up, she immediately felt the vertigo as her brain hit the front of her skull. She hadn't felt like this since college, she was probably still a little fucked up. She stumbled toward the master bathroom, her hand pressed firmly to her head.
She didn't notice Hunter watching her silently from a leather armchair, his foreboding presence invisible in the shadows. She was too busy trying to walk a straight line, stumbling as her legs wobbled under her. She didn't remember much from last night but she remembered enough.
Joe and Hunter humiliated her, fucked her in front of all of their soldiers and enslaved Patty on top of everything else.
Dragging her feet to the bathroom, Morgan went directly into the large granite shower, turning on the steaming hot jets. Within moments, the entire room was completely fogged up as the scalding water ran freely from every showerhead.
Hunter quietly slipped into the bathroom behind her, stalking her like targeted prey. He has been patiently waiting for her to wake up, letting her sleep in the hopes that she would be more cooperative with him. He needed to get her to the Med Lab before he left for Central Command this afternoon.
Slipping his boxers off, he opened the sliding glass door, leaving it ajar behind him. Admiring her curvy silhouette through the steam, he quietly entered the shower careful to not make any noise as he approached her. He loved seeing her wet and flushed, with soapy bubbles running down her sun-kissed skin.
He could stare at her all day.
Moving behind her, he wrapped his brawny arms around her waist, pulling her body up against his. She spun around quickly, slipping out of his grasp and pushing away from him.
"No," she said, holding her hand up to him in warning.
"What do you mean 'No'?" he asked, amused.
"Don't fucking touch me Hunter," she warned, posturing aggressively. Her small body was wound up tight and ready to spring at any provocation.
"You can't deny me what's already mine," he said with a sly grin, moving towards her. She raised her fists up in response, moving her wet hair to the side so she could see him better.
"I will never be yours," she spat. She was hurt, genuinely upset that he enjoyed humiliating her in front of everyone. She looked at his hard naked body, watching his cock grow at her obvious distress.
"Come here Kitty. I promise I'll be gentle," he coaxed, slowing closing the gap between them.
"I'm going to make you pay for this asshole," she warned.
"Mmm, sure you will," he taunted, slowly stroking his heavy cock from base to tip. "You know I have no problem taking what belongs to me. Taking you."
He moved for her first, reaching for her arms to pull her closer. She dipped low, punching him twice in the stomach before moving out of his reach.
"That's for last night," she growled.
He doubled over, holding his solid abs as he laughed heartily in pain. His wet black hair concealed his sinister grin as the water ran over his head. Without warning, he rushed her like a bull, wrapping his arms around her entire body. Squeezing her tight, he yanked her up against him, lifting her off the wet tile and into the air.
"No!" she yelled, kicking violently. She was struggling but he had a solid grip around her, constricting her limbs.
"Oh, you're so wet for me," he teased, sliding her slippery body against his. "I knew you wanted this."
"Why are you even fucking here? Shouldn't you be off torturing small animals or something," she hissed.
"Isn't that what I'm doing Kitty?"
Carrying her in his arms, he left the shower running on full blast as they walked out into the bedroom completely soaking wet.
Morgan's called him every name in the book as she thrashed violently in his arms. She didn't want to fuck, she was angry with him and she was angry that she had absolutely no power in this situation.
"You think a little noise is going to stop me? You know how much I love when you scream," he said, squeezing her body tighter against his. She was ready to attack him, eager to hurt him like he hurt her.
She just needed her moment.
"After I fill your little pussy with my cum, you're going to see the physician for your high blood pressure," he said, matter of factly. He could feel her entire body recoil, jerking so hard she actually slipped out of his arms and onto the floor. Without hesitation, he jumped on her, pinning her down underneath him before she could run.
"Stop it! You are fucking going," he barked into her ear. Seeing her moment, she lifted her knee sharply, hitting him right between his legs. He rolled off her with a pained groan, giving her just enough time to make a run for the door. She sprinted, naked and soaking wet toward the only way out of the bedroom.
Unfortunately, he got to her in seconds, pulling her back by her waist like a rag doll.
"You hit me again after how nice I've been?" he sneered, squeezing her hard. She went to kick him but he swung her body up into his arms, cradling her securely. Squeezing her limbs together, he rubbed his face in her damp curly hair.
