The War of 2020

Authors Note:

Thank you for reading my series The War of 2020! As some of you may know, I started writing this series in 2019 before COVID-19, stopping my last chapter right as the pandemic spread worldwide. I didn't know my little story would hit so close to home and had trouble writing for a few years as my life changed along with many others. Now that things have settled down, I have started writing again and wanted to continue my series. Feel free to read my previous parts 1 - 9 if you are not familiar with the story.

Please be patient as I only write in my free time, which I still do not have a whole lot of. Thank you for your continued engagement, I write with your comments and constructive feedback in mind. As always, please be aware that there is graphic content throughout this writing, it is erotica and meant to be a freeform fantasy for me.

Below I have attached the music I listen to as I write, feel free to copy/ paste it into Youtube if you'd like to listen along as well.

TY <3

Music:

Franklin saint - theme (Slowed + Reverb)

A perfect circle - magdalena (slowed + reverb)

I can't do this X I can't let you go ✮ K3NT4! ✮ SlowedxReverb. ✮

Nneka - Heartbeat (Chase & Status Remix) / Nneka - Heartbeat ( Chase & Status Remix ) [ Slowed + Reverb ]

førget. - hell (Trojan Wolf)

Resonance x Genesis x Not Allowed (Slowed)

suicideboys - sunshine (slowed + reverb)

DEFEATED (Slowed) MAXPVNK / DEFEATED MAXPVNK

FrankJavCee - Simpsonwave1995 [Super Slowed] - UDKM

Devil - Staind Ch V. / Please - Staind Ch. V / Falling - Staind Ch. V

AURA X GLORY - OGRYZEK (ULTRA SLOWED + REVERB)

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She looked up at the Physician with wide eyes, holding back a flood of burning hot tears. Her hands began to tremble as she looked down towards her stomach.

"What did you say?" she whispered, moving to impulsively hold herself. Feeling the flatness of her abdomen from under the thin white johny, she shook her head in disbelief.

A high pitched noise began to drown out the room around her as Joe and Hunter looked towards each other gleefully. Standing beside a large monitor displaying her vitals, they spoke with the Physician about what to do next.

Hunter was intensely curious, asking questions and pointing to numbers that he wanted explained to him. While Joe stood beside him with a smug grin, looking over papers as he circled what prenatal vitamins he approved for her to start.

She felt her cheeks start to flush red as her blood pressure began to climb.

'I can't be,' she thought to herself. Taking a deep breath, she pulled hard against her leather restraints, rattling their buckles against the solid metal table.

Hunter jerked around at the noise, turning to see her secured but thrashing violently.

"Kitty...," he whispered, moving across the room. She turned her head away from him as he approached, unwilling to let him see her in such a weakened state. She wasn't trying to manipulate them or putting on a pity party for herself. She was genuinely upset and frustrated, weighed down heavily by her inability to manage her raw emotions.

"This is good news," he murmured into her hair, taking her head in his hands. She cried out, still whining a whimpered mishmash of "No" and "Stop" as she pulled away from him.

Murph slowly approached them, relaxing his shoulders as a smile cracked across his face. He couldn't hide his contentment, he knew she would get pregnant once they finally got control of her.

"It's over now Morgan," he said softly. "No more fighting us."

His hand came down over hers, rubbing her skin gently before squeezing her shaking fingers tight. They both held her stomach for a moment, frozen in the reality of what was really happening. A new life was growing inside of her, a baby that against all her efforts had now been conceived.

"You have to think of our child," he pressed, willing her eyes to meet his.

She fought his stare, her eyes glossing over with the promise of tears. He took her chin in his hand, turning her face up to him. Piercing through her, his deep blue eyes provoked the tears she was trying so hard to hold back. Her voice hitched in her throat as they fell down her cheeks in silent streaks. Blinking hard, she turned her head away sharply.

"I can't...," she choked out, pulling hard on her leather restraints. "He is lying!" she screamed.

"You are...," Murph affirmed, looking down at her. "You will be a wonderful mother."

His voice was sincere but firm, he yearned for her to accept her new life with him. He needed her to accept her role as the mother of his child.

Her heart constricted at the thought, an innocent baby born in a war zone to an idiot mother and whichever war criminal was their father. She shook her body again, thrashing against her restraints in anger.

"Alright," Hunter contended. "We're done here."

Freeing her legs, he undid the leather bracers on the table, trying to ignore the bright red lesions peppering her limbs. She twisted in his arms as he lifted her up, her skin burning hot and glistening from under the thin white johny. Her high-rounded cheeks were deep pink from her fruitless efforts matching the over-ripened hue of her freshly bitten lip.

Betraying herself, Morgan nuzzled into his thick neck, seeking to hide her face from Joe as her tears continued to fall.

Murph handed the clipboard over to the Physician, his smile slowly turning as her distress continued to escalate. He was confused by her reaction, she was crying when this was the best outcome for her. He shook his head clear, knowing better than to try to understand the emotions of a woman.

Looking her over again, his eyes softened; he knew her blood pressure was dangerously high at this point and didn't want to send her over the edge. His eyes fell from the deep red flush of her face, watching as it crept down her slender neck and flared across her chest.

They had managed the impossible with the world's most difficult slave and he couldn't help but feel proud. It had been weeks since West Virginia had seen a new pregnancy, this was exacerbated by the fact that she was the first branded slave to conceive in over a year for all of the Nationalist States.

An entirely new level of security would be needed to protect her, she was her own worst enemy and could not be trusted to keep herself or their child safe.

"Sir I do have some paperwork I need to show you," the Physician began, taking Murph over to the other side of the room. Moving just out of earshot of Morgan, he revealed a syringe, nodding back towards her. "I can give her something for the night so she can sleep this off, give us some time to make arrangements for her."

Murph frowned as he looked back at her, still sobbing uncontrollably in CGB's arms.

"I hate that shit going into her," he started, moving away from the Physician. "We can handle her from here."

Hunter ran his hand over her long curls in an effort to calm her down. She dug her nails into his chest as a stream of tears fell onto his shoulder. The sooner he calmed her down, the sooner he could get back to focusing on their offensive. They were expecting an attack from the UPP but didn't know when it would happen or where it would occur. Looking down at her with concern, he felt a foreign anxiety go through him at the thought of her or his child being hurt during an attack.

His face hardened at the thought, he would never allow that to happen.

"I will send a formal notice of her pregnancy to the States' board and start a care plan for her and the baby," the Physician continued, signing a form before placing it in a manilla envelope.

Still smug and pleased with himself, Murph brushed Morgan's curly wisps from her face, wiping the tears from her cheeks.

"We will take care of you," he promised.

Her sadness turned to anger as she cried out, hitting decibels that could crack glass. Pulling away from them, she tried desperately to break free from Hunter's hold. She needed to get the fuck out of this place, she couldn't handle being anywhere near them for a second longer. She was determined to not succumb to these assholes. She was going to destroy this Compound, free every woman and child on it and take this entire State down by herself.

No matter what.

Her distress ran deep for so many reasons, she did not think this would happen so quickly. She had just taken the depo shot and wasn't sure what that would mean for her or the baby.

'The baby', she thought, pausing at the realization.

'My baby,' she corrected, reminding herself that this was her child before it was anyone else's. Morgan felt her ears ringing now, piercing through the high pitched noise that filled her head.

She had to think of her baby.

Unable to control her emotions, she broke free from Hunter's grasp, her feet moving before she could process that she was running. The fear of so many unknowns propelled her forward; she had so many missions to still complete and now a baby to think of. She couldn't process it, she needed to get away from them.

"Stop Morgan!" Hunter yelled, lunging towards her. He was too slow, he couldn't stop her as she ran blind, heading face first into the locked metal doors of the medical lab. She fell on her back in a hysterical daze, her nose bleeding profusely onto her chest.

A dozen soldiers stood just outside the room, opening the heavy doors inward after hearing the loud thump of her head.

"Let me out of this fucking shithole!" she sobbed, getting up to attack the soldiers that blocked her only exit. She clawed at them for a moment, pushing through the blockade until Joe grabbed her waist from behind.

"Lock the building down!" he roared, directing his men to secure every entry and exit point. Holding her tight, he bent down to her ear.

"You are never leaving me again."

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Patty watched Morgan get carried out of the medical lab sobbing desperately as her worst fears were confirmed.

She knew this was not going to end well, Morgan wasn't able to emotionally handle this level of stress and still fully operate as a Dove.

She needed help.

Patty tapped AJ's hand softly as she sat up from her exam table.

AJ got up slowly as she looked up to Patty with large frightened eyes.

"Is she going to be okay?"

Patty gave her a small smile, taking her hand in her own.

"Don't worry, she is a tough cookie."

Alice had never seen Morgan so vulnerable and upset, it honestly scared her. If she was broken down by them then what hope could anyone else have? They had gotten back negative results but the additional information confirming their low hormone levels meant they would be put on a medication regime.

Alice closed her eyes tightly at the thought.

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The pregnancy announcement flashed through the Nationalist's State broadcast system, sending a running banner about Captain General Murphy and Barberi's pregnant slave. The live notation went across dozens of screens throughout the country, as the breaking news became widespread.

Captain General Wagner of Mississippi looked at the live feed of his TV monitor in utter disgust.

"They already knocked that n*gger bitch up?!" he spat, turning from the screen in revulsion. His stomach twisted at the thought, a colored child born under Rule 23, protected as much as their whore mother. He regretted not putting explicit bi-laws within their Code of Conduct, he didn't think any of his brothers would even consider this and now it was too late for him to amend it.

"Candy!" he yelled angrily, grunting as he lifted his heavy body from a soft leather armchair.

"Get the fuck in here."

His slave bounced into the sprawling office, moving airly in spite of his harsh tone. Her perfectly manicured face, hair and body did nothing to dampen his rage. Candace knew her Master was upset about the news again, he had been enraged for weeks, obsessing over the failures being reported each day.

"Yes Master?" she asked, kneeling in front of him quickly. She hoped he noticed her new hairstyle today, soft voluminous blonde waves fell across her narrow shoulders, softly highlighting her youthful face.

Taking her long hair in his fat hand roughly, he held her close to his crotch. Candace's slender fingers quickly moved at the unspoken command, unbuttoning his pressed khaki slacks.

Pleased with her obedience, he took out his phone, checking the status of his internal moles spread out across the country. He commanded several throughout the neighboring states, keeping eyes on his brothers and their slaves alike. He needed to be in control of everyone and everything around him, he alone ensured they would maintain their lead position in this War. Although they had no official leader amongst them, he knew better than everyone else and took authority within the vacuum. He was one of the original Captain Generals and had more sway with his brothers than anyone else.

Candace quietly took his stubby cock into her mouth, knowing that was what her Master wanted. She knew everything that he liked, he never had to tell her directly. After years of his harsh training and repeated punishments, she was as obedient as she was beautiful. Thankfully, he never lasted long like this, she knew exactly how to flick and suck him to completion, all without ruining her perfectly applied pink lipstick.

Captain General Hughes walked into the secure office unannounced, turning to see the flashing red notice on the large mounted screens. He heard the alert tone from the hallway and knew something major was being broadcast.

"That was quick," he laughed, taking a cigarette from his uniform pocket. He was amused that they managed to get her pregnant so fast but considering they were much younger than him, he wasn't really surprised.

He didn't care nearly as much as his partner that his brothers decided to brand some mulatto whore. He cared much more about winning this war against the liberals, the recent attacks on their land took precedence over anything else. He was sure a child would make those boys even more ferocious towards their enemies, giving them all the more reason to maintain their hold on West Virginia.

CG Wagner sighed as he came down Candy's throat, pulling her hair taut before patting her head softly.

"We need to conduct a large strike to cut off New England," he said, nodding to his computer monitor. It displayed their recent deployment of soldiers, showing heavy casualties near the border of Arkansas and Tennessee. "I want to combine resources from West Virginia to Louisiana to overtake Pennsylvania. The closer we get to choking out New York from Ohio, the closer we are to killing their offensive. Intel confirmed they are the link to the Commies out west."

CG Hughes dragged his cigarette as he thought about such a large attack. They would need to coordinate across a half dozen states. The last attack they made of this size got them both the Carolinas and Georgia.

"We will need to have a command meeting for this, meet off comm's and in the Bunker to do it right."

Candace zipped up her Masters' slacks and quickly stood to greet CG Hughes, moving gracefully from the floor into his waiting arms. He hugged her tenderly, kissing her cheek before he took a handful of her ass, squeezing it roughly. Enjoying the feel of her through her thin pink sundress, he played with her aimlessly. Holding his cigarette in his mouth, he looked up towards the large screens deep in thought.

"We will send out a secure invite to meet at the Clarksville Bunker for a summit," CG Wagner affirmed, moving to sit back down at his computer desk. "It's been a while since we had a family reunion, I want to know how these weak willed fucks managed to allow all these liberal advances. We have been getting repelled and jammed up everywhere, even near our fucking border," he growled.

Typing quickly, his mouth turned up in a sinister smile, "Plus Candy can teach some proper etiquette to that n*gger bitch. Find out what makes her so fucking special."

Candace turned her head sharply at his words, a soft whimper leaving her mouth. She had never been away from her sons, having remained within their secured mansion and its grounds for over two years. She had an entire routine with her babies, she couldn't imagine leaving them for any amount of time.

"It'll just be for a few days sugar," CG Hughes consoled, pulling her into him. He knew she was overprotective of their irish twins, they were barely toddlers with neither having been away from their momma since the day they were born.

She ran her fingers through his dark tapered hair, kissing along his neck in appreciation. She was thankful she at least had him, he understood her so much better and loved their sons. She trusted that he would get her back home as quickly as possible.

"You are the sweetest slave to ever exist," he crooned, kissing her softly. "You can teach that lowly whore how to act right. N*ggers don't know shit about being good slaves."

Patting her cheek, he snuffed out his cigarette with his polished black Oxford.

Candace looked to her Master with endearing eyes, feeling her heart swell at the confidence he had in her. She had never been in contact with a negra slave before, her Masters didn't allow them within the compound at all. She shook her head as she gathered her thoughts, knowing that she would not fail them.

"Yes, Master."

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Morgan raised her head from the toilet bowl, her stomach having finally been emptied of all of its contents. She felt a hard lump forming in her throat as her chest tightened; another wave of nausea flashed over her as she clenched her teeth in vain. Looking down, her head throbbed as she saw the two aspirin she had just taken floating in the bowl.

"Fucking great," she mumbled.

Sitting up on her knees, she reached for the bottle on the porcelain sink. She was not made for this, every morning she had her face in a trash can or the toilet bowl and she was fucking tired of it. She was barely in her first trimester and had several more months of this bullshit to look forward to.

She wasn't really showing yet but her flat stomach was softening and rounding out, with signs of life pushing against her petite body. Her tits felt uncomfortably swollen and heavy, her nipples overly sensitive against the loose cotton of Joe's T-shirt. She was getting softer in all the wrong places; her feet ached, her back was sore and she had no energy no matter how much she slept.

She was miserable.

CGB listened closely from the other side of the bathroom door as she wretched again, coughing up her small breakfast with pained muffled cries. His face hardened as she whimpered something unintelligible; her small voice cracking roughly as she coughed again.

Slowly opening the heavy door, he saw her huddled on the floor. Morgan clutched her stomach fiercely, keeping herself wrapped up in a tight ball. She swished some mouthwash with a pained sign, spitting it back into the toilet.

Reaching down, he picked her up from the bathroom floor, taking her into his arms.

"This has gone on long enough. The Physician is coming up to check you again," he murmured, kissing her head. Firmly holding her to his chest, he walked her from the bathroom to their bed, putting her down onto the white duvet.

Morgan was exhausted but still had enough energy to argue. "I don't want to see him," she complained, half heartedly pushing herself away from him. Hunter frowned, staring down at her as she buried her small body under the plush comforter. Crawling into bed beside her, his worn fatigues and filthy boots quickly turned the clean cloth brown with caked on dirt.

"We are going to be gone most of the day. You will see him," he said, pulling the blanket off her. She groaned into the soft pillows as his hands found her heavy tits, massaging her sensitive nipples.