The War of 2020

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. 13 if you haven't already to follow the story. Pt. 1 - Pt. 12 are also available.

The next following chapter (Pt. 15) will be the Series Finale! Please let me know how you would like 'The War of 2020' to end. I am also taking suggestions for my next writing prompt, either a sequel set 5 years in the future called 'The War of 2025' or something totally different as suggested by you!

Thank you all for reading this series over the years, I look forward to finishing it with you and starting a new adventure.

Music:

thrilliam angels - i think i might break but i wont (slowed + reverb)

ALIEN FLAME - shometyle [Best Part] (Super Slowed + Bass Boosted)

Ptolemaea (Audio) - Ethel Cain

Original God - Can I Still Go To Heaven If I Kill Myself? (AMV)

Save the World (slowed) (1 hour loop)

XXXTENTACION - Floor 555 [slowed + reverb]

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Morgan stumbled as she tried to pull off her slave collar, moving away from Joe and Hunter in an angry daze.

She forgot about her objective of distracting them for a moment as her mind panicked trying to figure out a new plan. This tracker secured against her throat was going to make her attempts at escaping almost impossible.

Hunter caught up to her before she got across the room, pulling her into his arms by her waist.

"You won't get it off," he laughed into her ear from behind, squeezing her tight.

"I know you've been fucking with your other tracker. I don't know how you managed to get it off without breaking it but you won't be able to mess with this one."

She stopped struggling for a moment, freezing in his arms.

"Remember what I told you Kitty?" he whispered, biting her ear. "You can't and won't hide anything from me but I can and will hide everything from you."

"Take it off me you fucking asshole!" she screamed, pulling desperately at her neck.

Hunter laughed again, swinging her back around in his arms.

"So many theatrics," Joe said, rolling his eyes. "We are heading back home tomorrow, we'll see about taking it off then."

She felt her emotions start to collide deep in her stomach, crashing into each other as they fought to come out her mouth first.

'I hate them, I'll kill them,' she thought, shaking her head in anger.

'They don't care about me, they don't even fucking like me, they just use me,' she continued in her head, digging her nails into Hunter's arms.

'They will get tired of me once the babies are here,' she thought, gritting her teeth.

'Then they will take the twins away from me.'

Her final thought seared into her brain like liquid fire. They would take her babies away, like all the other Captain General's have taken and controlled their children from their branded slaves.

She wasn't special, they didn't love her, it always was and always will be about control for them.

They didn't see her as a human being, her feelings didn't matter, they made that crystal fucking clear from the moment they enslaved her.

She clenched her teeth, her eyes watering at the realization, as it finally set into her heart.

'Don't get soft now,' Jesse's warning rang in her head.

She took a deep breath, tamping down her anger into a little box deep in her soul. The pain she went through wouldn't be in vain, her babies were the ultimate prize that she would claim all for herself.

"Your attitude hasn't gotten better after I allowed you to speak," Joe said, walking in front of her. He touched her cheek as Hunter held her naked body tightly, restricting her arms from him.

"Maybe you should lose that privilege again," he warned, moving his finger down her cheek to the collar tightly secured against her throat.

Her tense jaw relaxed as she got control of her emotions. Slumping her shoulders, she allowed her body to melt into Hunter.

"Please don't," she whispered, keeping her eyes downcast. She could play into his ego, she could roll over to get what she wanted.

"Please?" Joe repeated, incredulous. Tilting her head up to him, she kept her eyes focused down, refusing to look at him.

"Look at me Morgan," he said, holding her chin up. She slowly lifted her brown eyes and he saw her tears for the first time. He grimaced, his arrogance dampened as he searched her eyes more intently for her true feelings.

"Please don't take my voice," she whispered, staring up at him. Her eyes affected him more than they should, pulling on his heart before his brain could remind him that she was a trained manipulator.

"What is this?" he demanded, catching the wetness near her eyes with his curled finger.

She felt her lip quiver as she allowed her real emotions to peek through. Batting her lashes, she lowered her eyes from his, playing on his fleeting compassion.

"You've taken everything Joe," she said, softly. "My body, my freedom....," she paused for dramatic effect.

Joe lowered his hand to her cheek again, caressing it softly as Hunter's hold on her relaxed. His eyes softened as she played on his only weakness, he didn't like seeing her truly upset, he didn't get off on hurting her like CGB.

"Is this about the collar?" Hunter asked, moving his hands from her arms to her hips. He could see that the pregnancy was making her more emotional than normal, something he struggled to understand.

"I don't care about you tracking me," she said, quietly, "you control everything all the time."

She raised her eyes back to meet Joe's, bringing her hands up to cover her bare chest. Joe frowned as he looked from her to Hunter. His face mirrored the same concern mixed with a tint of excitement. Hunter had been waiting for this moment, her vulnerability was delicious. He savored her submission to them and wanted to solidify it.

Joe had a much harder time discerning if she was being manipulative or if he was going too far with her. Her hormones were constantly changing from the twins making her irrational, sensitive and emotionally unstable.

"You're upset with us protecting you?" he asked, searching her face.

She shook her head, turning her body in Hunter's arms away from Joe. He came up flush behind her, leaning down to her ear as she pressed her face into Hunter's chest.

"You are precious to me," he said, moving her curls to the side to kiss her shoulder. "You have no idea how important you are."

Morgan hated his lies and how much she loved the feeling of their hard bodies against her skin. She knew Joe's words were hollow and fake.

She knew he was full of shit.

"No slave is as difficult as you," Hunter said, leaning down to her. "We have to protect you from yourself most of the time."

"You arn't protecting me," she hissed.

"Are you injured? Being fucked by hundreds of our soldiers?" Joe asked, now biting into her shoulder as he kissed her. "You are oblivious to how much we do for you. How much effort I put into keeping your disobedient ass alive."

"The only reason you aren't chained to our bed is because we aren't in our own compound," Hunter added. "I would lock you in a cage if Red would let me."

She felt their hands touching and grabbing at her body, working themselves up again. She could feel them pressing into her on either side, their cocks noticeably growing against her skin.

"You almost died," Joe whispered, his hands drifting down her back towards her ass.

She bristled in anger, turning around between them to face Joe again.

"I saved myself," she hissed, pushing him from her. "I don't need you."

She moved away from them, wanting to separate from their bodies before she lost her last bit of resolve.

Joe stepped back briefly as he assessed her again, studying her face. Moving to her, he ran his fingers over the front of her body.

Tracing her soft bump, he brought his hands to her shapely hips. Lowering himself down to his knees, he looked like he was going to plead with her. She blushed as she watched him kneel, excited that her plan was working on him.

"Do you really think so?" he asked, kissing over the JM tattooed on her right hip. "You don't need me?"

Moving his way lower, his face suddenly pressed into her pussy, causing her to stumble back.

"You can stop me, can't you?" he taunted, taking her clit roughly between his teeth. Her hands went for his burgundy hair but he grabbed her wrists, holding them away from his head.

Falling back, she let out a pained squeal as her ass hit the floor with Joe's face pressed roughly between her legs, pushing her towards an unwanted climax.

"Stop me Morgan," he growled, lifting his head from her. "You can protect yourself, right?! You don't fucking need me!"

She twisted under him trying to regain control, fighting the pleasure he was forcing on her. He wanted her to fight him, she was trying to manipulate his emotions but he knew how to get her true self to the surface.

She cried out as he ran his tongue in deep circles against her bundle of nerves, licking her raw skin painfully hard as he crushed her wrists.

Hunter couldn't help but laugh as he watched them tussle on the floor. Red knew about her necessary attitude adjustment earlier and probably wanted to give her another much needed lesson.

Her manipulation on them wouldn't work any longer.

Closing her thighs around his head, she tried to suffocate him but he pressed into her harder, biting her suddenly to crack her legs open. Tearing another tortured scream from her, Joe raised his head from between her legs with a satisfied grin.

"My sweet little rebel," he laughed, crawling over her heaving body. "You give yourself too much credit."

She laid under him teetering on the edge of exhaustion as the sound of boots running into the room stole everyone's attention.

"Sir! There's something wrong with our communication systems," he yelled, out of breath.

"A lieutenant called in through our rotary line reporting that Virginia is under attack!"

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Jessica pulled away from the vent grate as more soldiers spilled into the room, breaking up their sordid party.

"Take them down to the nursery for now... Stop it! Don't fucking fight them Morgan," she overheard a gruff voice shout.

Checking her tactical watch, she saw the UPP offensive had already pushed several miles into Virginia and were making their way into West Virginia using direct artillery fire.

This was it, time to shine.

She crawled back through the vents' intricate system towards the nursery, picking up her stashed rucksack along the way.

Listening to the chaos from above, she could hear that they were slowly becoming aware of her jammer disrupting their communications in the areas she crawled through. Turning it off, she tried to save what battery life was left now that they were aware of the attack.

She lifted her watch to her face, swiping through notices until she saw her last message with Jack.

"Operation Freebird is phase 2 - meet at the egress point," she whispered, sending him the message.

Receiving no confirmation, she decided to stay focused on her task, trusting that Jack would be there when she needed him to be. She made it to the metal grate above the restroom of the nursery just as the slaves were brought into the bright, empty room.

Jessica watched Morgan fight the guards that brought them down, kicking and screaming all the way. One guard was trying to remain stationed at the door but she kept beating on him until he eventually left.

Fuming and naked, Jesse was happy to see that she was still herself after her enslavement to those disgusting pigs. Their treatment towards her was both physically and mentally brutal, she was worried Morgan would break down and lose herself before she could be brought back to safe territory.

Watching her now, Jesse knew she was still able to do what needed to be done. She could still use her abilities to deceive and obstruct.

But would she be willing to do what it really took to destroy them?

Shaking her head, she raised her gaiter over her mouth, putting her gear back on to conceal her identity.

"You're so ridiculous," Candy scolded, sitting in a tiny preschool chair. "I don't know why you fight everyone around you, we're safer here anyway."

Morgan turned to Candy, her eyes enraged.

"Do you not remember what life was like before this? Before they took over and enslaved all of us?!"

Staring down at Candy, she noticed her physical tells for the first time. Hidden under her haughty exterior, her shaking leg and anxious eyes showed her true feelings.

Fear.

They were all naked and locked in a glorified toy box, their degradation never ended with the Nationalists. No matter how important they said they were, they were all just sexualized toys, beautiful playthings to be used and kept away from the school yard when their rivals came to play.

"We will never be safe here, they didn't protect us in the bunker and won't save us when things get bad here," Morgan said, looking up at the vent. Seeing the faint glow of Jessica's watch, she looked to Donna, noticing that she was just as visibly nervous.

"You can speak for yourself, cow. My Master's will get me back to my babies," Candace said, looking to Donna for support.

"They will," Donna assured. "Our Master's will protect us sister, we have to keep our faith in them," Donna whispered, sitting down on a small table next to Candy.

Morgan rolled her eyes as she looked back towards the vent, ignoring them.

It was dark again.

She quickly moved toward the bathroom, needing to intercept Jessica before she showed herself. Entering just in time, she locked the door behind her as Jesse pulled down her rucksack from the open vent.

"Do you have any party favors? They can't know about our Dove status, they aren't ready," Morgan whispered.

"Que mas da?"

"I care Jesse, the longer they think I'm just the coolest slave to ever exist the better. They have kids, they will do anything to get back home to them. If they find out about us it will be harder for everyone," Morgan said, pleading with Jessica.

"Harder for you," she muttered, rummaging through her rucksack.

Pulling out a dark bottle labeled 'TCM', she held it up to the light to see how much liquid was inside.

"We have enough to blind and bind them but no mas."

Grabbing a white hand towel, she took out a knife and cut it, ripping it into long strips. "This is poison for you mama. I will administer it."

Morgan studied her knife, recognizing the black KA-BAR she wielded.

"Is that from Gable, while we were at the training camp?" Morgan asked.

"Huh? This old thing?" Jesse laughed, twirling it in her fingers. "I don't use it much, it's still edged from when you last sharpened it."

Handing over the knife, Morgan felt the handle, studying her reflection in its blade. Her smile slowly returned as she saw herself, saw who she really was with it.

"Feels good, no? You have been made weak by the gringo's but jamais plus. You are still a Dove, you will always be a strong woman. Take back your power."

Morgan sighed, feeling the weight of the last few months finally lift from her shoulders. She was strong and she could do this. No one was going to control her ever again.

"I'll give you an opportunity to gag and blind them but how exactly are we going to carry them out of here?" Morgan asked.

Jesse checked her watch, seeing that her last message to Jackson was finally received. Letting out a relieved sigh, she smiled up at Morgan, dousing the strips in the clear liquid.

"Laissez faire les pro's," Jesse joked, unwilling to tell Morgan that Jack was helping her with this mission. He was very clearly in love with her from how he spoke about her mission on the ride up from Tennessee. Morgan's affairs with men were too messy, she knew better than to muddy things up with the truth.

"You're the only person in the world that I trust to do this with Jesse," Morgan said, tying her long curls up in a messy knot on her head by twisting sections of her hair together. She gingerly stuck the knife into the tight nest, feeling it slide into place hidden from view. Cracking the restroom door open, she breathed in the air to escape the sweet smelling liquid, checking on the women in the nursery.

"Je t'aime aussi," Jesse said, raising her gaiter over her mouth.

Morgan walked out of the restroom, leaving the door cracked open behind her. Candy and Donna stood at a far window trying to get a glimpse of what was going on outside.

Taking a deep breath, Morgan walked over to the entryway where the guard was stationed. Looking around the door, she saw a lone light switch. Pausing before she switched it off, she glanced up at the camera over the door frame.

Giving it a sweet smile, she flipped the light off.

She heard a gasp as they were plunged into sudden darkness. Morgan closed her eyes to help her vision adjust, opening them as she heard a muffled struggle followed by Donna fearfully calling out her name.

"Morgan? Candace? Sisters, where are you? What is going on?!"

Morgan winced as Jesse overtook Donna, struggling with her briefly to secure her soaked gag, bind and blindfold.

Jesse whistled softly after she was done, signaling that they were both disabled. It took a few minutes of breathing in the fumes from Chloroform to become unconscious and they only remained unconscious for as long as the gag held liquid. Morgan knew it dissipated fast so they needed to move quickly.

"Es-tu prêt?" Jesse asked, adjusting her polarized goggles.

Morgan whistled back, moving through the dark room toward her voice. The incapacitated women groaned softly on the floor until they slowly went silent, breathing in deeply through their noses.

Touching the closest body to her, Morgan felt soft curls. Donna couldn't have been more than 120 pounds but she felt like a grown man as Morgan tried to lift her.

Jesse laughed as she watched Morgan struggling to lift the unconscious woman.

"I told you to leave it to the pro's mija," she said, pushing a plastic red police wagon towards her.

Morgan huffed, holding Donna haphazardly as she struggled to place her into the open bed of the preschool toy.

"Let me get the ambulancia," Jesse giggled, retrieving the white wagon for Candy's body.

Morgan stifled a laugh as Jesse wee-wooed over to her, breaking the tension of the moment with her dark humor.

Jessica had no problem lifting Candy onto the mobile toy, positioning her naked body so that she was laying in a position that was easy to move.

The flash of her watch lit up the room, notifying them of a message.

"Enfin! Our ride is here," she said, taking the handle of the ambulance wagon. Morgan took hold of her police wagon and pulled Donna behind Candy towards the door.

Pausing briefly, Morgan looked at the metal door again.

"Wait, let me get something," she said, palming the wall next to her until she found what she was looking for. Jesse heard several rips as she pulled things from the wall, moving around the unconscious women. Morgan covered their naked bodies with something, shrouding the wagons with some kind of cloth.

"Okay, let's go."

Jesse opened the metal door slowly, peering out into the hallway. Morgan's breath hitched in her throat as an armed, blacked out soldier suddenly barged into the room. It was the same one that had escorted them from the nursery earlier.

"Todo claro?" Jesse whispered, shushing Morgan before she could react.

The soldier shook his head 'Yes' motioning for them to follow him. Jesse followed him first, wheeling Candy into the hallway. Morgan stopped short of the door, using a child's drawing to cover the door's outer camera.

Covering herself with a torn down Kentucky state flag, she followed Jesse with Donna, quickly walking towards the soldier that was helping them escape.