The War Of 2020 Pt 13

Author's Note:

As always, please be aware there is graphic content throughout this text, viewer discretion is advised. Please read The War of 2020 Pt. 12 if you haven't already. Pt. 1 - Pt. 11 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:

Eternal Rest - Sidewalks and Skeletons

Druidess: Brahmastra

VIOLENT VERA: blood on the sheets...

IVOXYGEN - Ghost Town Symphony / IVOXYGEN - Lifestyle / IVOXYGEN - District

XXYYXX - About You (Official)

GODLIKE MIXTAPE | [ Future Phonk ] |YUSHEE/SPVRROW

TRIPPYMANE: PAIN

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Jackson moved through the residential neighborhoods of Clarksville trying to obscure his trail from that psychotic bastard. He had been avoiding going towards the UPP meeting point on the border of Kentucky for hours, maneuvering in circles to allow all of his men a chance to regroup.

Their objective had shifted with the bunker being uninhabitable, he knew to move straight into the next phase of their attack.

Collecting their beautiful priceless collateral.

He needed to rescue Morgan and bring her back into the safety of the North. He was certain it would cripple her insane captors in a few ways that were desperately needed.

They would have a hard time retaliating against the UPP with three of their branded slaves and both of Louisiana's CG's held on site. He didn't even know Morgan was pregnant until the Marshal asked him to assist with recovering her. He divulged the information as he played her video message, showing Jack the reality of her current mission.

It punched him through his gut seeing her plead for help. He had wanted to return to the field but was restrained from service after his mental evaluation came back. The torment they put him through was enough to retire, he earned his bronze and didn't need to prove himself. But he wasn't doing this for the cause anymore, his purpose and mission had changed completely.

Now, he was doing this for her.

He knew he could convince her to abort that hellspawn once she was back in normal society. There were many therapists and trauma informed counselors dedicated to helping those that return from extended combat or were a POW to the Nationalists.

He couldn't understand why she was putting herself through this and didn't have to try to get it any longer. He finally had his chance to fix things himself, pulling her from the Hell she willfully condemned herself to.

Even with the extra support and backing of top command, he still felt the deep anxiety of having a deranged killer stalking him. He recognized that he needed to stay several steps ahead of him to avoid being killed or worse, captured alive.

This time was different though, he came prepared and mentally fortified himself for what was to come. He had several stashes of ammo, tech and radios throughout upper Tennessee and Kentucky, left behind for him by his fellow soldiers.

"Radio clear, emergency airlift arriving along Rt. 79, towards old Guthrie Hwy over Spring Creek..."

Jack stopped running, ducking behind a large contemporary house as he listened to the chatter in his ear piece.

"ETA for airlift?"

"8 minutes. High priority drop off."

Jack looked down the dark road at the street signs, sprinting in the direction of the location. His tactical watch showed him the general area but local jammers from the Conservatives disrupted his map before it fully downloaded.

He heard the faint propellers of a helicopter flying in, its lack of active lights disoriented its location. The treetops swayed in the darkness as it quietly swooped down, pausing a few feet from the ground midair. A rope quickly propelled out the side door, with a single soldier dispatching onto the deserted roadway.

The soldier was dressed in black, carrying a large rucksack on their back as they crouched down, disappearing into the nearby woods.

Jack moved to make contact, creeping along the treeline undetected until the hiss of a handheld rocket propelled over his head, straight into the lifting copter.

Making a direct hit, the explosion rocked the entire area, raining flaming debris onto the road and nearby houses. Jack dropped to the ground, laying flat as arial lights shined down from a hidden drone, illuminating the flaming wreckage. In the new light, Jack could see the immense presence of the Nationalist as they emerged from the darkness around him.

He was totally surrounded.

Jack stayed still and watched the group, seeing that he was painfully outnumbered by the amount of soldiers that had joined up with CG Barbari. He could hear deep laughs as the Captain General whistled for their dogs, ordering them to find any survivors in the area.

"Check for a body, I don't want to go to Louisville without a souvenir," CGB yelled, handing CG Reynolds his RPG-7 back. He watched as three german shepherds spread out into the area, searching for victims.

Soldiers explored the wreckage, picking through smoldering debris under the drone's bright lights.

Jack crawled backwards away from them, wanting to put some distance between himself and the group. Standing up after he was no longer visible to them, he began running North East towards the border of Kentucky, wondering who just jumped out of the helicopter.

They had to know this area was too hot for a drop off.

Jessica moved in the darkness with ease, enjoying the thrill of being back in a combat zone. The immediate attack on her airlift was a stark reminder of the Nationalists brutal lethality, not like she needed a refresher.

She was not ignorant of their true nature, knowing the evil in their hearts went far deeper than the lust motivating their cocks. Unlike her very naive counterparts, she never felt like any enemy could be manipulated or seduced into complacency.

Only in death were they actually destroyed, nothing less would stop their savage violence.

She quickly moved from the area, needing to get away from the dogs before they inevitably picked up her scent. Clicking on her radio, she stopped behind a large storage building, pulling her gaiter down from her mouth.

"Come in, friendly transmission - requesting combat escort for..."

"Copy! What is your 20?!" Jackson interrupted, hissing through his earpiece. "I am heading North East from Rt. 79 - towards Guthrie."

"Est-ce Jack?!" Jessica squeaked, excited to hear him nearby.

Clearing her throat, she put on her serious voice.

"This is Jesse - I mean... Come in, this is Jessica Torres Class 1 Dove 342. I have been dispatched to assist in your secondary mission S.O.O. Jackson. I'm about 500 yards from my drop point, my airlift has been destroyed by enemy fire."

"Repeat?! Dove 34-? Who is your authorized dispatcher?" Jackson said out of breath. He didn't know any Doves other than Morgan and now another one just propelled into a combat zone to help him find her.

"Dove 342, I have been dispatched by Marshal Agners to assist in your secondary mission - hostage extraction. I have DND orders..."

"Wilco - combat escort. Keep moving North East from the canines," Jackson instructed, picking up the pace as another high pitched whistle sounded in the distance.

His mind raced thinking about her name, remembering her from the lineup of female soldiers at the Gable training camp. Marshal Agners didn't tell him he would have assistance from a Dove before he deployed, he wondered why he didn't say anything beforehand.

'He knew I would never agree to this,' Jack thought, realizing the answer right after it crossed his mind.

His head began to pound at the realization, he couldn't allow another woman to get caught up in this fucking mess.

Moving along Rt. 79, he was less than a mile from the Kentucky border, close to a rest point in Guthrie. He could see the sky starting to turn turquoise as the sun peeked over the horizon, he knew the daylight would expose him more than he could afford.

Jessica heard rustling around her, the sound of boots crunching over dirt as they got within a few yards of where she was. Quickly climbing a nearby tree, she perched on a thick branch looking down from the higher vantage point. A Nationalist soldier soon appeared, searching around the area by himself.

Taking out her garrote wire, she hung upside down by her knees, waiting for the soldier to walk just below her. When he was in the perfect position, she crossed her arms around his neck, wrapping the thin metal wire tightly against his throat.

Pulling it taut, she hung him from the tree branch, holding his body weight with her legs as he slowly stopped struggling and slumped towards the ground. She quietly let go of the wire, letting him hit the grass with a soft thud. Flipping off the branch and back onto the ground, she ransacked his body, taking his radio, keys and the pack of menthol cigarettes he had tucked in his uniform. Turning on his radio, she listened for information.

The garbled transmission came through briefly, '...refueling transport..., requesting Ecko team to report to NH90. Need air support to Louisville..."

She tsked, realizing that she needed to get all the way to Louisville next, which was several days of walking if she couldn't get a vehicle.

Jack caught a glimpse of a small dark figure crouched in the darkness as he moved forward, kneeling over something laying on the ground.

"Come in - I'm on your 6, go into the nearby seed barn - 20 yards ahead."

Jessica turned her head as Jack approached from down the road, standing up quickly to move to the new location.

"Bien reçu."

She entered the large seed barn from a side door, moving along the walls to ensure it was truly vacant. It was dark aside from the small bit of light spilling in from the rising sun. There were some piles of seed and two large tractors stored inside but not much else, allowing them a safe place to meet.

"You're a Dove?" Jack balked, surprised by the small soldier in front of him. She was as short as Morgan but had a much more trim athletic body, fitting into her dark uniform as if she were a teenage boy. She kept her long hair tucked under a fitted beanie, reinforced by her dark gaiter and night vision goggles.

Taking off her head gear, her thick black hair flowed over her shoulders touching down between her shoulder blades. Her upturned amber eyes shimmered even in the darkness, glowing brightly in excitement. She had a mestizo nose that hinted towards her Spanish heritage with a cheeky smile, highlighting her small dimples. She was beautiful but clearly not trying to show it, hiding every part of her skin other than her face from view.

"Mucho gusto S.O.O. Jackson," she greeted, giving her hand to shake. Jack took her hand in his, noting how strong she was as she gripped his fingers.

"I am Jesse, here to assist you with petit menace - you may know her as Morgan," she said, smiling. "We are to bring her and two other branded slaves back to UPP territory to aid in negotiations," she continued, fishing through her rucksack for the pack of smokes she looted from the dead soldier.

"Sorry for my late entrance and lack of notice. No one can know I am here, c'est un secret."

Taking out a worn oil lighter, she lit a cigarette, dragging on it slowly.

"I can use all the help I can get but these Nazi's are ruthless. They brutally rape and torture women, kill anyone and everyone that goes against them," Jack warned, conflicted about having another beautiful woman that he had to worry about. "I don't want another Dove enslaved by them."

"Pas de soucis...," Jesse soothed, exhaling a wisp of smoke. "I am a trained professional."

"I see...," he said, watching her curiously.

"They are heading to Louisville" Jack started, looking down at his watch. "We can get a decoy vehicle to drive through Bowling Green towards Elizabethtown, avoiding Fort Knox as much as possible."

"Ah, très bien, you are aware then," Jessica said, quickly putting out her cigarette. "You can lead this mission, I will follow."

Picking up her rucksack, she casually tossed it back over her shoulder.

"Are you sure?" Jack asked, uneasy about the arrangement. "I have never led a female soldier, let alone worked with a Dove before."

Jesse narrowed her eyes as she tucked her hair back under her beanie, annoyed that her abilities were being questioned.

"There can be no doubt between us el jefe," she cautioned, raising her gaiter back over her mouth.

"You will lead and I will follow."

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"They got something!" yelled one soldier, pointing towards an excited german shepherd. CGB whistled sharply, calling the dog to him.

Patting it's scruff affectionately, he took the severed appendage from the dog's mouth.

"Good boy," he praised.

Looking it over, he wasn't sure if it belonged to that liberal punk or not. There was a gold ring still stuck on a mangled finger, which he didn't recall ever seeing before.

Tossing it on the ground in disgust, he looked around at the wreckage in anger.

That fucker got away from him again.

"Come out and face me you fucking cocksucker!" he yelled, hearing nothing in return. Gritting his teeth, he let out a deep guttural growl, enraged that he still didn't have his prey.

He almost smashed his phone when he felt it buzz from his pocket. Checking the sender, he saw It was a text from Lead Captain Smyth, flagged as something important.

'I hate to report that your insurance policy has gotten one up on us, she is AWOL. On the hunt for her now, moving by the border towards PA.'

CGB glared at the message, clenching his teeth before his lips turned up in a devious grin.

'Don't bother. Stay ready and protect our land.'

CGB turned on his ear piece, connecting to his support team.

"Get my transport airborne, we are leaving."

"Copy, Sir."

He looked out into the darkness sensing a presence nearby but couldn't see anyone other than his scattered troops standing guard around him.

"I'm posting some men in the area," CG Reynolds said, taking out his radio. "I want patrols going until we have confirmation every enemy is eliminated."

"If he survived, I want him alive," CGB hissed, shouldering his rifle as the whirl of a helicopter approached them. "We will need collateral to bluff a trade."

CG Reynolds nodded, directing his troops through his radio. A few moments later CGB's NH90 arrived, dipping low to land for them.

Climbing in before CG Reynolds, he was greeted by a personal team of mercenaries, waiting for him to give them explicit orders.

Peering out into the waning darkness, he spat into the ground, slapping the metal body of the helicopter to go airborne.

Turning to his soldiers, he looked at them with seething hatred. He wasn't able to capture his target, barely kept hold of their territory and had lost his brothers and top soldiers in the bunker attack.

He had no tolerance for a failure of this magnitude.

"Ecko you are tasked with finding that liberal cuck," he hissed, angry that he had to devote anymore resources towards hunting that fa*got.

"I want him brought to me alive. Do not stop looking for him. He is still sneaking around us, he will come for my slave. I know it."

"Yes, Sir!"

After an hour of evasive flying, they landed in Louisville within the heavily reinforced compound.

Murph and CG Jones met them outside the main building, surrounded by dozens of soldiers patrolling the perimeter. The sun was rising just over the horizon, casting a golden glow onto the beautiful landscape.

Jumping out the helicopter, the men exchanged warm greetings, thankful to unite again after the bunker attack.

CGB tried to quell his simmering rage, feeling the weight of his failure break his measured control. He was having a hard time hiding his need for release. His hands tensed as the veins of his arms pulsed beneath his skin. His blood was still pumping hard from combat, racing his heart as his mind flooded with dark thoughts.

He needed to find Morgan.

"Murph and I are going to check out Knox real quick, got to see what we can use for our counter assault," CG Jones said, putting on sunglasses to shield his eyes from the rising sun.

"Y'all can head in for some R & R. Jimmy's tinkering around here somewhere if you need him. Kelly's still asleep I think."

"Call if anything comes up," Murph added, getting into a waiting armoured truck. "We'll meet back up at 12:00 to go over things. You should get some sleep, you look like shit."

Waving them off, CGB took out his phone, going to an encrypted app to check Morgan's tracker. Turning towards the large building, he walked inside with CG Reynolds following the glowing dot to find her.

He was ready to let off some steam.

**********

Morgan stood beside Donna in a large meeting room, happily chatting now that her restrictions had been lifted. She was able to convince Joe that she could be careful with what she shared, knowing that she still wasn't safe around anyone.

Her greatest threat was rotting in the gassed out bunker but Candace and her soldiers still had the ability to report Morgan to other Captain Generals if they found out she was a Dove.

She couldn't let her guard down around any of them.

Thankfully, that should be easy thanks to her total lack of trust in everyone around her.

That was of course, except for Donna.

She ran her compound like a well oiled machine, with assigned duties to soldiers and slaves alike. This was the first place Morgan saw women walking around the compound without being chained, naked or forced to comply. They wore modest, form fitting dresses that showed their curvy bodies without exposing their breasts or private areas.

The influence of Donna's Christian faith weighed heavily throughout the grounds, with golden crucifixes and religious scenes displayed on every open surface. Slaves worked in pairs, completing cooking and cleaning tasks as assigned with a protective soldier nearby to bring them throughout the grounds safely.

Morgan watched as they moved around the building quietly, barely looking up at her while completing their tasks. She was impressed by the normalcy Donna was able to create here and wondered how she could emulate it back in West Virginia.

She shook her head, catching herself before she finished her thought.

This wasn't playing house with normal assholes, they weren't building a real life together. She was trying to dismantle their military hierarchy and disrupt their awful society, not find better ways to take care of them and their slaves.

'They are fucking criminal warlords,' she reminded herself, angry that she allowed a fleeting thought of having a future with them.

She was failing miserably at her personal missions, her hormones messed with her critical thinking, making it harder to stay focused on her actual long term goals.

CG Kelly dropped Candace off at the doorway of the room breaking her thoughts with their presence. She looked much more relaxed after spending time with her new younger Master.

She had been stripped of her makeup and expensive clothing, showing that her natural beauty was much more impressive than her made up face. She was flushed and glowing, made anew with better treatment and an actual orgasm delivered by CG Kelly.

Morgan hoped she had lost some of her bitchy attitude with the death of her previous captors but knew that was just wishful thinking.

"I can't thank you enough for saving us," Donna whispered, placing her hand over Morgan's. "If Candy won't say it, I will for her too. We wouldn't be here for our little ones if you didn't get us out."

Morgan squeezed her hand back, pulling her in for a warm hug.