The War Of 2020 Pt 12

Authors Note:

As always, please be aware there is graphic content throughout this text, viewer discretion is advised. Please read The War of 2020 Pt. 11 if you haven't already. Pt. 1 - Pt. 10 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:

Lilith - saint avangeline (slowed + reverb)

VIOLENT VIRA - till' death was never enough (complete EP)

9lives - empire ( s l o w e d )

Glare - Topic: Blank

t.A.T.u. How Soon Is Now

(free) deftones + quannnic + alternative rock type beat - 'nevus' prod.

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Celebrating the destruction of a state they'd just seized control of seemed counter productive but Murph couldn't help but smile. All their hard work had paid off as Nationalist troops took over Columbus, entering the capitol building to kill the last bureaucrats hiding out from the warfare.

Their overwhelming attack across the state helped them gauge the reaction time of the UPP, finding that their troops had become pacified and uncoordinated.

They'd gotten too comfortable living alongside conservative states over the years, not believing that a strike of this magnitude could happen without some kind of warning of engagement. Destroying them was perfect practice for their real goal, taking control of Pennsylvania.

"We can go scouting tomorrow and recover what's salvageable, I want to see what's left at Wright AFB." CG James said, watching the live feed on a monitor.

"Recon is already surveying for us, I have a feeling they are going to get desperate and try to keep hold of anything left," CG Jones concurred, rubbing Donna's hair. She knelt beside him at the dining table, falling asleep with her head on his lap.

"Those mayday calls sounded fucking desperate," CGB laughed, leaning back in his chair. "Red and I can head up there with you, I want to see the bodies for myself."

"Do y'all mind guiding my men with their mine placements?" CG Grant asked. "They're reporting the UPP dressing in drag, acting like civies for safe passage."

"They will do anything but fight back," Murph spat.

"We'll take the RC-12, bring some buried kits to show them how to do the most damage," CGB said, texting his men to pack the devices.

Morgan knelt quietly beside him, painfully aware of the losses the UPP had just sustained. She needed to find a way to stop them but wasn't sure what she could do. Her eyes drifted to Hunter's silver pistol, the thought of shooting them in the face crossed her mind.

She saw him looking down at her and feigned sleepiness, hazing her eyes over with a small yawn. His hand went to her head, petting her softly, his fingers twisted in her curls as he looked through his phone.

Shivers ran up her spine as he trailed down her back, tracing the length of her shoulder before wrapping his fingers around the nape of her neck.

He looked at Murph, nodding his head towards the door.

"We'll be ready at 05:00," Murph said, moving to stand up.

CGB reached down for Morgan, picking her up to leave. She tried to act relaxed, sleepily wrapping her arms around him. But she was wound up tight as a drum, tense from thinking about the damage they caused and how she couldn't stop them.

She watched Candy as she was taken from the room, finding a sliver of comfort in her eternal karma with that disgusting pig.

Hunter carried her towards their room, talking with Murph about their plans for tomorrow. A soldier approached them as they walked down the corridor, saluting them before handing Murph a handwritten note.

"What's that?" CGB asked.

Opening the folded paper, Murph's brow furrowed as he read it quickly, crumpling it up in his fist.

"Fucking Christ, I have to check something."

Kissing Morgan's head, he turned around to go back into the command center.

"Don't wait up."

CGB shrugged, carrying her down the long corridor towards their room.

Walking inside, the mounted monitors were still turned on, showing the continued live feed from their field teams. The screens cast an eerie glow over the room, bouncing light off the white sheets of their bed.

Placing her down, he took off his clothes, staring at her in the darkness.

She could feel his eyes scanning her body, running over her curves as he assessed if she was awake or not.

Pulling her dress straps down, he grabbed the thin fabric at her hips, pulling it off her body. She whined at his rough handling, wanting something between them as they slept.

She burned so hot these days, waking up drenched in a cold sweat had replaced her usual morning sickness.

He wanted to feel her body hot and sweating against his, he needed the reminder that she was alive and well. He ran his calloused hand up her soft thighs, squeezing the meaty flesh as he crawled into bed beside her.

Trailing upward, his hand fell to her stomach, rubbing her growing bump gently. She twisted away from him, earning a painful tug as he grabbed her hands, forcing them above her head in his fist.

"This is my body and my child, don't hide from me," he growled.

Leaning over her, his other hand moved back to her stomach, rubbing it again.

She whined without words, frustrated that he never stopped touching and exploring her. She wanted to go to bed and ignore him but he made sure she never got a good night's sleep.

His hand moved further down towards her pussy, tracing her skin as she squirmed away from his touch. Moving over her small tuft of curls, he rubbed along her swollen lips, teasing her.

"You are being unreasonable as usual," he said, shaking his head. "You should be happy we are doing so well, the faster they die the sooner we can go back home."

He felt her warm slickness, cupping her mound as she squirmed underneath him. His thick middle and ring fingers pushed into her as his thumb rubbed along her sensitive clit.

She pursed her lips, remaining stubbornly silent as he held her down and played with her. Her tense anger was slowly being worked out as he pumped harder into her tight pussy.

His mouth trailed down her neck, tasting her soft skin.

"I promise you, we will never change. We will never care about them," he said, licking down her heaving chest. "Your life would be easier if you focused on our baby and stopped trying to save everyone else."

His hand squeezed her wrists tighter, his body half stretched across hers as he pumped into her. He could feel her pussy squeeze around his fingers, her body responding to him over her rebellious pride.

"It must be hard being so powerless," he goaded, feeling along her sheath until he pressed hard against her g-spot.

"You have no say in anything we do, there is no way you can help any of those weak fucks."

She shook her head angrily, turning her face from him as he leaned up to kiss her neck.

Frustrated now, he left her pussy to move over her, kneeling between her legs. Taking each of her wrists in hand, he moved them to her side, holding her down to the bed as he glared down at her.

"So much attitude for a slave on her back," he hissed, pushing his cock into her forcefully. She groaned as he filled her, his thickness pushing well beyond what her overstimulated body could handle.

"I know you're being difficult on purpose," he rasped, squeezing her wrists as he thrust into her. Her warm pussy clasped around him as her legs squeezed his hips. She tried to move him off with her thighs but he stayed firmly planted in her, forcing her body into compliance underneath him.

"Keep pushing me and see how hard I break you," he growled, holding her down.

"You know I have a habit of destroying my favorite toys."

Her chest bounced from his rough pounding, making it difficult for her to maintain her silence. She shook her head angrily, still twisting up as he fucked her in quick strokes. His mouth bent down to lick her, knowing how to end her silent protest.

Taking her hard nipple between his teeth, he heard her finally crack, moaning loudly as he bit her, flicking his tongue along the sensitive nub.

He laughed, letting go of her wrist to take hold of her ass, digging his fingers into her skin.

Bringing her hips into his, he tore more gasps and groans from her stubborn mouth, drawing out the emotion she was trying so hard to suppress.

"I fucking hate you," she growled, twisting on the bed.

"There she is, say it again," he taunted.

"Purr for me slave."

Covering her body with his, he held her down. The wet slapping of his heavy balls against her pussy lips quickened as he got close to his climax.

She clenched her teeth, trying to control herself but she was already raw and on edge. Whining through her teeth, she locked her legs around him, bucking up her hips into his.

"I hate you!" she cried out, her body shaking as he struck her inner core. She was frustrated and demoralized, unable to do more than scream out her anger as he fucked her relentlessly.

His hands left her hips, running over his tattooed initials toward her soft tummy. Laying his palm over her small bump, he slowed his strokes to more deliberate thrusts, forcing his cock against her womb.

"You should hate me," he whispered, leaning down to her face.

"But I know you don't."

Their eyes locked as he ground into her, burying himself in her warmth. He owned her more than she would ever admit, her stubborn resistance was being chipped away every day that she was held under their control. She was losing her identity, becoming nothing more than what they wanted her to be, their weak and obedient property.

His hot cum filled her in thick bursts, dousing the last bit of fire she still had burning within her spirit.

She was tired now, exhausted mentally and physically by the torture he routinely put her through.

Squeezing her eyes closed, he pulled her into his arms as she fell into the darkness of sleep.

*********

Murph sat in the command center, clicking through authorizations on a desktop computer to read an encrypted message sent to him. It was from LC Smyth, something serious if he wasn't willing to send it to him over the phone.

'We were able to partially de-corrupt the CCTV cloud file from your office,' the message read.

Below was a link to the video.

Clicking the link, Murph's face darkened as he saw the figure of a man standing at his desk. The video was scattered and rolling across the screen, blurring the image too much to make out the person's face.

The figure had a medium build and was working alone from the looks of it. He slowed down and replayed the file, searching for other clues of the man's identity.

He didn't have a weapon or fatigues on; he wore all black, having broken into his office late at night from the timestamp at the bottom.

03:48

Murph thought back to that night, who could have possibly gotten into his office without any of his men noticing.

His eyes narrowed as he thought about how close the traitor was to him, how their betrayal threatened everything he cared about.

Moving away from the computer, Murph rubbed his temple, feeling a headache start to pulse into his skull.

"Still at it Murph?" CG Kelly asked, standing in the entryway.

"Just finishing up now," Murph sighed, closing the message out. He was frustrated with not having more answers.

Murph stood up, moving toward CG Kelly to head to bed.

"I'll see you in the morning brother," Murph said, squeezing his shoulder as he walked past him.

CG Kelly nodded goodnight, his heart still racing from seeing the static footage of his attempt to access Murph's computer.

He could never let him find out the truth.

***********

AJ stared out her bedroom window, holding a small bag with all of her belongings. She took a deep breath trying to calm the tremors that racked her hands. She was shaking with fear, scared to death of what she was about to do.

Reaching under her bed, she pulled out a tattered pair of tennis shoes. The same ones she'd always worn when she tried to run. She had not made an attempt since she met Morgan but now after what they did to her she felt the courage to try again.

Taking out a small silver spoon, she worked at the hammered in nails, the last few keeping her window forced closed. She pulled out the long nails from the wood, tucking them into her small bag.

Lifting the window up, she looked outside waiting for the patrol of men moving around the building to make their way to the opposite end of the courtyard. She had been watching them for days, counting their steps and movements, something Patty told her was important to do.

She didn't think she was strong or brave but she knew how to follow directions and made sure to do everything Patty instructed her to do before she was taken away.

'Wait until your moment comes and take it,' Patty's voice whispered in her head. She moved quietly out the window, closing it behind her.

She kept her body pressed along the exterior wall, moving slowly towards the rear of the building. She moved under the cover of darkness, making sure to stay out of the floodlights and under the cameras mounted high along the arched window trim.

Seeing the darkness of the forest, she took a deep breath, making a mad dash from the building.

'It will take you almost a week of walking to get to Point Marion in Pennsylvania but this list will tell you what mile markers to look for,' Patty had said, giving her the small paper she held tightly in her hand.

AJ sprinted through the darkness, holding onto Patty's directions as she thought of Morgan and all the other slaves she was leaving behind.

She was willing to die to be free again, she knew that no one could save her right now but herself and finally had the courage to do something about it.

Her mind replayed Patty's last words of advice, making them her mantra to push through her fear.

'Don't stop running. No matter what.'

***********

Morgan woke up in a cold sweat, shaking from another nightmare. She was alone in bed, feeling the empty space around her with exasperated relief.

She got up quickly, throwing a pale slip dress on in the darkness. Her guardsmen were down the entryway, she could hear them talking to each other quietly as she moved around the room.

Morgan thought about how she could get some space from them, muttering to herself while looking around for shoes.

She saw a bit of Hunter's duffle bag peeking out from under the bed, the material almost invisible in the darkness. She pulled it out slightly, seeing how large it was.

Big enough.

Hearing her guardsmen approach the room, she decided to crawl into it, folding her small body in half as she pushed herself back underneath the bed.

Holding her breath, she waited.

She could hear their boots stop at the entryway, followed by the click of their earpieces as they turned them off.

"Where the fuck is she?" asked one soldier, moving around the room frantically.

"There's no way she got past us," said another, in disbelief. "We're dead if she gets out of here!"

Kicking her small suitcase on the ground, a soldier sighed in frustration. "We'll do a full check before we inform anyone, she probably snuck out for the bathroom."

Their heavy footsteps scattered from the room, rushing down the corridor in search of her.

Morgan stifled a giggle, quietly sneaking back out of the bag. Pushing in her left thumb, she dislocated her double joint, pulling off her tracker bracelet. Leaving it locked and intact, she stuffed it into the duffle bag, pushing it back under the bed.

Moving along the dark room, she made her way down the entryway, ready to do as much quiet destruction as humanly possible.

She was stealthy, able to slip herself into tight corners and small spaces as she snuck through the long corridors, avoiding the few soldiers awake and patrolling the bunker.

Thankfully most of the soldiers and Captain Generals had already left to go scouting in Ohio, reviewing the massive damage they had caused the day before.

Morgan made her way to the dining room and breathed a sigh of relief, seeing no one was there for once. She made a beeline towards the dining table, crouching low to covertly grab a discarded tablet from the table top.

Tucking herself under the table, she turned it on, going through the few apps available on the home screen that didn't need a fingerprint or passcode to access. They only had one option to get online that wasn't encrypted on this device, the unassuming weather app built into the system bar.

Opening the app, she was able to see where she was through the search bar prepopulating her current location. Using the radar map, she looked at where it fell within Tennessee, seeing she was not far from the Kentucky border.

Finally gaining access to the support and feedback portal, she opened a report link. Unlike the friendly news site she was able to use on Joe's phone, this app only offered an upload option for reporting concerning content. It allowed her to record or screen grab a video without saving it to her device, sending it directly over the Internet.

She made sure to put her call sign within the message subject line, hoping it would be screened out quickly so that it could get to Marshal Agners.

Looking into the camera, she waved, giving her call sign again before talking in a rushed whisper.

"Reporting in from Clarksville, please get this message to a Marshal or ranking officer as soon as possible. I am located in the Birdcage and have two other branded slaves with me. There is exterior equipment, droned pillboxes and mechs protecting the perimeter. Fort Campbell has several heavy weights being fueled and supplied..."

She stopped briefly to listen for anyone approaching.

"The Nationalist are shooting with nearby artillery that just arrived from supporting states, they brought in nuclear weapons, obviously violating TIA. If there is a way to implement internet sanctions, they have access here that is far quicker than anything on the East Coast, they are directing a lot of their firepower in real time."

She quieted herself, looking out from under the table to be sure she was still alone.

"Raid materials are all backed up here on their intranet but I can't get access to it, everythings encrypted. The metadata of this video should show you my geo location, target here directly. There are several high value commanders present with more on the way, Captain Generals from Virginia and Mississippi are confirmed, I'm unsure of the rest..."

Standing up quickly, she scanned the tablet over the table, moving throughout the room to show all the equipment and paperwork scattered from the night before.

Peaking back into the entryway, she heard heavy boots quickly moving towards her.

Running into the dining area, she hid back under the table again, holding the tablet up to her face.

"Throw me a fucking bone here, I need active support," she whispered, closing the tab.

Going through the tablet, she deleted her history, listening to the men walk throughout the room.

"Did you check in here?" asked one soldier, moving through the area with a flashlight.

Morgan covered her mouth, slowing her breathing until she fell silent.

"I'm going to have to reach out to CG Murphy and report her missing," one soldier lamented, clicking on his earpiece.

Morgan reached up and placed the tablet back where she got it, crawling across the floor to the opposite end of the table.

Watching the soldiers from the other side of the room, she kept crawling until she made it back into the entryway, turning to see them check under the table where she was just hiding. She ran barefoot down the dark tunnel towards her room, trying to make it before they realized she was nearby.