The War of 2020

Authors Note:

Happy belated Veterans Day!

Thank you for your service.

As always, please be aware there is graphic content throughout this text, viewer discretion is advised. Please read The War of 2020 Pt. 10 if you haven't already. Pt. 1 - Pt. 9 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. Encouragement, constructive feedback and opinions are always appreciated.

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Music:

lebanon hanover - gallowdance (slowed + reverb)

God Complex (Prod. Anticøn) VIOLENT VIRA

kehlani - gangsta (flashback version) // slowed + reverb

× I LOVE YOU LOVE YOU LOVE YOU.... Massive Attack - Angel ( s l o w e d ) ×)

MEDASIN - MAGIC {SLOWED+REVERB}

In Fiction (Remastered)

I LOVE YOU HOE- odetari x 9lives slowed

lonnex - losing (slowed + reverb)

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From Cincinnati to Cleveland Murph directed his Stratofortress JDAM's to obliterate all major medical infrastructure, destroying the local population centers for miles. He observed the successful hits from his encrypted tablet, seated comfortably at a command table within the Clarksville bunker.

Smiling to himself, he relished the fact that they were suffering, paying the ultimate price for their preemptive strike against Fort Campbell.

The UPP thought they did something by attacking them before his brothers had gathered together, not realizing he was much more liberal with their stockpile when it came to revenge.

Murph knew the attack his brothers would cosign together would be unforgettable, he wanted their pain to be nonstop and world ending. The UPP still operated as if there were rules of engagement, when he knew that shit ended the moment the country split apart.

"Another hit reported from Stratos #3," Captain General Kelly advised, handing Murph a printout of the waypoints throughout Ohio.

"They are starting to feel it now."

Murph looked the map over, crossing out locations that he wanted targeted with a red pen from his pocket.

"I want all BUFF teams using any additional firepower they have towards the mobile recovery centers in the field," he said, circling open areas.

"Anything they see with a heartbeat is fair game, use thermal assists and authorize full assaults. No POW's."

"You're speaking my language," CG Kelly laughed. He felt the warmth of bloodlust spread over his cold heart. He needed revenge for what they took from him, the only bit of happiness he had found in a long time.

Murph stared back at the tablet, tuning out the garbled chatter on his earpiece. He was focused intently on destroying every life possible, unwavering in his obsession for total domination.

He wanted to set the tone of what was to come, knowing that he now had the additional support of his brothers to enact truly catastrophic retribution.

"We may need to fortify our border," CGB said, walking towards him. "They will be running scared from Columbus, looking to infiltrate our land through Ohio County to get to Pennsylvania." His eyes dropped to the map on the command table, looking over the targeted areas with concern.

"We are not reinforced past Wheeling, Ohio County only has landmines between the borders."

Morgan stood a few feet away from them, watching quietly from across the room. Her face flushed red, revealing her building rage.

She couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Smyth is on it, I gave him clearance to rearrange our men at the border and sent Jimmy's drones to assist. I doubt they will be doing anything but picking up body parts for the next few days," Murph said, looking up briefly from his tablet.

Getting a glimpse of Morgan from across the room, he watched her face darken as their eyes locked.

Reading her quickly, he stood up, giving CGB the tablet as he moved towards her.

"You're bombing hospitals now?!" she hissed, unable to maintain her silence as he approached her.

Murph grimaced, looking around to see if any of his brothers heard her speak. Turning back to her, he covered her mouth, pushing her up against the corridor's rock wall.

"What did I fucking tell you?!" he growled, pressing her hard against the rough stone. She shook her head defiantly, wiggling free from his hold.

"You can't just go for actual threats, you have to kill innocent's too? Fucking tough guy," she argued, raising her voice.

His hand moved from her mouth to her throat, enraged that she would advocate for their enemy. The liberals did not give a fuck about her Dove status, they would murder her in the same targeted bombardment they directed towards him and his brothers.

She was never going to see the end of this War if he didn't do what was necessary to win it. He was certain the UPP would do anything to get ahold of a Captain General's branded pregnant slave.

The perfect insolent collateral, ripe to be a hostage, compel a prisoner swap or force a ceasefire.

CGB came up behind Murph, handing him a satellite phone to communicate with their field teams.

"We just lost comms with our BUFF crew, Stratos #3 was hit during mid-air refueling and lost four engines. Field teams are looking for an alternate..."

Murph took the phone from him, still holding Morgan against the wall by her neck. She struggled to pull him off, scratching at his forearm angrily.

"Handle her before I do something I regret," he hissed, letting her go. She lunged after him but was quickly stopped by CGB.

Pressing her back up against the wall roughly, he ripped the hem of her white peasant dress, exposing her upper thighs. Taking the strip of fabric, he turned her around, annoyed by her continued defiance.

"Since you forgot how to shut the fuck up," he growled, forcing the fabric into her mouth.

"I will remind you."

He tied it tightly around her head, cutting off her voice. Pressing his body into hers, he squished her hard against the wall, removing all space between them. She raised her hands to brace herself but he grabbed those too, holding them behind her back in his fist. His hot mouth came down against her neck, biting along her tender skin.

"You keep disobeying us," he whispered, licking along her jawline.

"You know better."

She felt his cock growing hard against her ass as he held her steady. She couldn't find any other panties packed in her small suitcase and was regretting not having any barrier between herself and the fabric of his dress blues.

"You're lucky no one heard your sympathy for those liberal fucks," he continued, unzipping himself behind her.

She started thrashing against the rock wall, desperate to stop him from doing this in the main corridor. Soldiers and Captain Generals walked by freely, glancing at them as she fought in his arms.

"Keep fighting me," he rasped into her ear.

Squeezing her wrist tighter, he enjoyed the feel of her struggling against him. Using all her strength to try to move him but failing. He smiled against her hair, pressing her into the wall harder.

"You know I always win."

Taking hold of her hips, he lifted up the tattered hem of her short dress, pulling her ass firmly into his groin. She grabbed at the rock wall, trying to get away from him but soon felt his thick cock pushing deep into her pussy.

Her muffled screams were drowned out by Murph barking orders on the phone, only to be heard by Hunter as he fucked her.

Lifting her off the ground, he ignored her kicks and attempts to pull away from him, pumping her onto his cock steadily.

He stroked into her, muddling her senses between anger and pleasure. Her slickness soon came down her thighs as her pussy reacted to his abuse, allowing him better access to her tight warmth.

Soldiers continued to walk past them, without a second thought as to what Hunter was doing.

He was simply using his slave as he saw fit.

She tried to claw her way up the rock wall again, attempting a final escape as he quickened his pace into her. Hooking his arm around her waist, he pulled her away from it, bending her over in front of him.

Her nails scratched along the rock face as she hung loosely in the air, flailing with muffled moans after each hard thrust. She was trying to fight him but he was merciless, pounding any bit of resistance she still had out of her.

She was exhausted now, held like a rag doll as he bounced her onto his cock, using her body to pleasure himself. Her pussy constricted in tight waves, giving him the satisfaction of making her cum.

Covering her bound mouth, she let out a muffled groan, unable to stop her reaction to him. Hunter laughed at her attempt to stay quiet, finally allowing her feet to touch the ground as he slowed his deep strokes into her.

Pulling her back upright by her hair, his other hand crossed over her chest to hold her neck, forcing her up against his body.

Holding her tightly, he came deep in her pussy, moaning roughly into her hair from behind. She bit against the cloth tied around her mouth as she caught her breath, angry that she came for him.

After a moment, his lips came back down to her cheek, kissing it gently.

"You will be quiet," he ordered, holding himself inside of her.

She shook her head 'Yes'.

Releasing her, she felt her knees shake as he pulled out of her pussy. She hated that he felt so good even when he was being a total asshole. Zipping himself back up, he slapped her ass hard, eliciting a muffled yelp from her.

She went to remove the cloth tied around her mouth but he grabbed her hand, stopping her.

"No," he said firmly, taking her hand away from her face.

"It stays on until we remove it."

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AJ sat on the plush bed of her slave quarters staring at her hands quietly. Lost to her thoughts, she felt hopelessly depressed.

She was alone, Morgan and Patty were gone and now she was left without any protection or companionship.

The escalating war efforts crept closer to the Center, with nearby bombs shaking the building more often than ever before.

Helicopters constantly buzzed overhead, making it difficult for her to ever sleep.

A loud knock rapped against her bedroom door, snapping her out of her misery. Lead Captain Smyth peeked into the room, before allowing Lt. Mills inside. Taking his red beret into his hands, he walked towards her slowly, trying not to scare her.

AJ stood from her bed, unsure why anyone would be seeing her while the building was still locked down.

"Good afternoon Miss," he said cordially. Smiling towards her, he motioned for her to sit back down on her bed, taking a seat beside her.

"I understand you are feeling lonely," Mills said, looking at her with sympathy. "Unfortunately, we have received report that your friend is still disobeying her Master's."

His hand went to her pale knee, rubbing it softly. "In doing so, she continues to put your safety and wellbeing at risk."

AJ's bright blue eyes stared at him, unsure of what he was saying.

Clearing his throat, he sighed heavily.

"Take off your dress."

She blinked hard, standing up quickly to remove her white slip dress. She hadn't been summoned for use in a while but her body was hardwired to react to any command given to her by a soldier.

Mills watched her stand before him undressing obediently. His cock hardened at the sight of her slender body. Her small pert nipples and flat stomach lead down to soft pink pussy lips. She was gaining some weight and filling out nicely, maintaining her slender form with new softer curves.

"Kneel down," he said, moving in front of her.

Hesitating briefly, she knelt on the wooden floor, staring up at him innocently.

Mills felt the weight of his power over her, torn between enjoying her obedience and wanting to shield her from this shit. LC Smyth promised she would be his in exchange for keeping his secret affair under wraps.

Taking out his hard cock, he looked at her longingly, feeling the urge to cradle her face in his hands before doing this.

"Open your mouth," he ordered.

AJ obeyed, opening her lips to him as she knelt on the floor. Mills placed his hard cock just inside her mouth, feeling her tongue dart around it softly.

Taking out his phone, he took a picture of her in the requested position, pulling back from her abruptly.

He was ordered to just take a photo of her like this, with strict instructions to save her for when that whore acted up particularly badly.

Forcing himself to move away from her, he turned around.

"You may stand up and get dressed Miss," he said, zipping up his fatigues.

Just as quickly as he entered her room he left, leaving her to wonder exactly what just happened.

********

Morgan knelt beside Joe fuming internally, hating the fact that she was subjected to being a gagged human pet.

She couldn't believe they would be so evil, that they could attack this many soft targets.

They were war criminals, ignoring every established military norm in existence to meet their fucked up goals. Not like they gave a shit about any rules that used to be in place but she had hoped they at least cared about some of the innocent women and children known to be in those hospitals.

But they didn't think twice about any of them.

She tried to calm herself, breathing in through her nose to maintain her silence. She was already humiliated by Hunter for trying to speak up and didn't want to trigger another punishment.

Breathing out slowly, she looked up towards Joe, watching him work with the other Captain Generals. Narrowing her eyes, she glared at him menacingly, unable to hide her hate towards what he was doing.

There was no way she would let them get away with this.

Hunter watched her expressions, stepping up behind her quietly. Running his hand through her long hair, he startled her.

He took pleasure in keeping her on edge, wanting her cringing from his touch. She needed to be nervous, this wasn't a safe place for her to act up. Whatever it took to keep her and his child away from harm he would do, even if she hated him for it.

She would obey them every moment she was here.

Taking a knee beside her, he took out his phone. "Remember your best behavior," he whispered, showing her the received photo of AJ.

Looking towards it, he watched her hands ball into fists in her lap, shaking with anger at the visual of her friend knelt on the floor with a cock in her mouth.

"Not a word Kitty," he said, patting her head.

Donna glanced at Morgan from an entryway across the room, feeling sympathetic to her obvious plight.

It was after lunch and several other Captain Generals would be arriving this evening. She had hoped they would be able to spend time together but could see she was not allowed to roam free anymore.

She didn't dare approach her as she knelt beside her Masters, her bound mouth showing that she was already in trouble.

Donna slipped back out of the room quietly, moving to prepare dinner in an effort to keep her mind and hands pre-occupied.

Morgan watched Donna leave the room with a frustrated groan, wanting nothing more than to be prepping food with her away from these assholes. She looked up towards Hunter sheepishly, trying to communicate her desire to follow Donna.

He was preoccupied watching something unfold on a screen high above them. Her eyes followed his as she watched chunks of the interstate crumble under heavy bombardment.

Rolling her shoulders, she forced herself to relax.

Joe's hand came down to her neck, massaging it gently as he watched her.

He knew she was conflicted; considerate of their enemy because of a defect in her nature, a weakness she couldn't help.

She was a woman, merciful by design, he understood her fierce instinct to conserve life and admired it.

He felt the same way for her.

He would kill anyone that tried to take her from him, he'd quickly spiral out of control.

Swallowing hard, he reached for his dark glass.

Her eyes turned to his and connected, softening his thoughts as the liquor burned his throat. He saw her pleading without words, her beautiful eyes a mix of fear and affection.

He tugged the bind out of her mouth, pulling it away from her face.

Cupping her cheek in his hand, she let out a small breath of relief, finally free from her restraint. Leaning her head into his palm, she rubbed him softly, showing her appreciation.

He knew she would not fight him anymore.

"Go change and help Donna," he whispered, rubbing her cheek.

She lit up, standing quickly to kiss him as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Pulling her into his lap, he kissed her back, holding her tightly to his chest.

He brought his finger to her full pink lips, tapping them lightly.

"Shhhh."

She kissed him softly, taking the tip of his finger into her mouth.

Joe sighed, stealing one last kiss before finally releasing her. She skipped across the room, eager to get away from them. Hunter stepped up to her before she could exit, blocking her path to the entryway.

"Give me your hand," he said, reaching for her.

She hesitated briefly before raising her left arm, giving him her wrist. He snapped a thick black bracelet on her, pulling on it to ensure it was locked in place.

"Don't try to remove it," he ordered, staring down at her.

She turned her palm in his hand, lacing her fingers with his. Moving into him, she stood on her tiptoes, climbing his chest to meet his lips.

He kissed her hungrily, fighting his compulsion to tie her to a post cemented in the floor. He had a hard time calming his new found anxiety, having never felt this type of unease before.

He didn't want her out of his sight but knew she couldn't be watched by them all the time here. He could at least keep track of her a little better, monitoring her whereabouts directly from his phone.

Letting go, he watched her walk down the dark entryway, feeling a pit burn deep within his stomach.

**********

Morgan went through her small suitcase, throwing items in search of something to wear. Settling on a dark green satin dress, she moved towards the restroom, eager to refresh herself after being in the dusty bunker for what felt like an eternity.

Her dutiful guards stopped her at every turn, unwilling to let her go anywhere before them.

Shoving them out of her way, she entered the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. Turning on the bath water, she took a moment to herself.

She had to control her anger, it was palpable.

Peeling off her tattered dress she sunk into the deep basin, letting the hot water rush over her skin. She didn't let it fill up entirely, just enough to submerge herself, allowing her long tresses to snake out around her.

Rubbing her body under the water, she felt her soft stomach, enjoying the warmth that surrounded her. She started to relax, feeling her muscles flex as her mind began to settle.

She considered if she could really do this, actually play the long game with them. Her body was getting weaker everyday, becoming more vulnerable as she swelled and changed.

She wanted to set the entire place on fire, entomb every single man in this glorified crypt. But she didn't want to be a martyr and she couldn't hurt Donna.

She wanted an impossible happy ending.

For her child to grow up in a peaceful country without having to lose their mother or father to War.

Which was not going to happen.

Emerging from the soapy water she took a deep breath, feeling calm for the first time in days. She kept thinking about her baby, how they would need a level headed mother to survive this cruel world.

Not an unstable fucking idiot.

Wringing out her hair, she grabbed a towel, drying herself off to get dressed quickly. Her skin was warm and moist, sticking to the satin dress as she tugged it over her swollen chest. Her nipples were sensitive and stiff, she could feel the pain of her lower back creeping up into her shoulders.