The War of 2020

The War of 2020 -Part 1-

The summer air swept clouds of thick black smoke through the grassy hills. In West Virginia, the air was hot and polluted enough already.
His eyes stung, watering as he turned away from the fire. Pulling out a bandana, he spit before covering his mouth.

Another crop was lost to rival looters, the third one this week. They'd taken as much corn and soy as they could before setting the bare fields ablaze. We have been at War for over 5 years now, with no signs of it ending anytime soon.

He had seen it coming for years and was prepared for it, as were several million others that collectively joined their side. When the time inevitably came for War, he was already positioned to be a Captain General in the National Conservative Army.

He was very successful so far, the Nationalists were winning over states because of some of his more ruthless strategies. Indifferent to the politics of his side, he enjoyed winning and shared the same basic values as his brothers.


He wasn't racist per se and didn't really care much for religion. He was against the federal government, his efforts focused on dismantling it. By late 2021, he watched the last politicians flee Washington D.C, the Military having fractured into two sides, neither willing to protect them.


Asking soldiers to shoot their neighbor was just the first trigger.


In 2020 right after the election, the country fell victim to the worst domestic terror attack in human history, the E-12 Bunker Bombings.


A failed chemist with too much time and money on his hands, a private jet and 48 minutes was the second trigger.


Having taken it upon himself to kill the politicians riding out the civil discourse in the E-12 Bunkers, he decided to drop over 34 tons of his own homemade bio-agent, an uncontrolled Virus that was able to target the brain stem, causing permanent brain damage within hours.


Hidden deep in the mountains of Maryland, the E-12 Bunkers had the capacity of holding thousands of politicians, federal agents and their families. The bombs were dropped along the steep mountain side by private jet, meant to affect the immediate area.

Unsurprisingly, it was engineered incorrectly and ended up killing 75% of the entire population of the East Coast, a third of the country. Spreading hundreds of miles within days, the Virus was highly contagious and was only recently brought under control with a new vaccine over 5 years later.


Having access to the vaccine or a natural immunity are the only way to even travel through some parts of the East Coast right now. It hit women and children especially hard causing ongoing reproductive failure and birth deformities.

Now that the Nationalist firmly held 30 out of 50 states, he was strategizing the next steps needed to gain total control of West Virginia. The Virus has been successfully controlled here but the damage done was irreparable.


With parts of the country unlivable, physical territory was more important than anything. The liberals were putting up a stubbornly long fight for this state, showing him that they were getting desperate.

The Nationalist believed a key strategy to long term success was rebuilding the nation in their image. Total control over the enemy was necessary for that.

Whether by accident or design, the Military Arm of the Nationalists had very narrow views for building the future. Many within the Conservative Army’s leadership are white supremacists, while others like him were indifferent.


Their current orders were to kill any non-white man or UPP member on site and enslave every woman found healthy and fertile. The latter mattering significantly more than the former at this point.
The soldier to woman ratio was almost 25:1, with less than 50 healthy children born from thousands of troops this past year. Some states were better than others, his happened to be particularly hard hit from the fallout of the bombings.

All the strategy and experience in the world could have never prepared him for the moment he saw her though.

He had been walking through the thick forest behind his compound, just getting some air before turning in for the night. The towering evergreens opened to a small clearing of tall pale grass, probably no more than a few feet high.

In the amber glow of the sun, he could see three of his soldiers. Dead.

They appeared to have fallen around a single, much smaller body.

He took out his pistol feeling for a clip in his pocket. Looking closer, he realized the small body lying between them was a woman.

The white of her t-shirt was covered in blood and dirt, her dark blue jeans torn up and down her curvy thighs. Her hair was in a loose bun with wisps of curls falling onto her face and strapped to her back was a bayoneted AK-47.

He hadn't seen skin her shade of light brown in a very long time. Every soldier in his command was white. The few women they had captured were almost all white, regularly used by other high-ranking Officers.

Quietly, he stepped over dried leaves and twigs, trying to stay on the soft grass. She appeared to be asleep and didn't move as he approached.

Now just a few feet away; he could see her soft features, the high cheekbones, a pert nose and plump lips.

She was beautiful.

Before he could move any closer, her eyes flashed open, sending a pulse of adrenaline through him.

Her eyes, large and catlike, were the color of milk chocolate.

He froze remembering what felt like a lifetime ago.

An entirely different world.

“Morgan?” he whispered.

He shook his head in disbelief, he didn't think he would ever see her again.

They had gone to University together, over a decade ago. She was in Human Services while he was in Environmental Forensics, which for him later turned into a career in Oil. Working in this field helped him make connections in weapons technology.

They were complete opposites in every way, she was an idealist while he was pragmatic. But she was surprisingly open-minded and easy to talk to.

They both worked in the University Pub and he had always enjoyed being with her. Oblivious to his advances for the most part, she was happily married to her husband Rick.

He had last spoken with her in 2016 on election night. He remembered that she was the first to congratulate him for Trump's win and promised to give him a chance.

He never thought he would see anyone from the past again.

Especially not her.

********

Jolting awake, she opened her eyes to a man standing above her. Blocking out the last bit of sunlight, she couldn't make out his face.

Crawling backwards, she could feel her body ache. 'More soldiers already?'

Gasping, her mind registered who he was.

"Joe?" she said breathless.

"I.. I can't believe ...," she stammered looking up at him.

Before he could respond, he heard the faint roaring engines of his soldiers Humvee's, returning from a routine scout. Without a word he picked her up, pulling her soft body into his, she tugged away from him twisting against his grip. “What are you doing Joe?!"

Discarding her bulky rifle, he glared down at her. "Shut up, Morgan."

She glared back at him. “You shut up.”


She was exactly as he remembered.

Carrying her back into the forest, he moved quickly trying to get away from the clearing. He couldn't let them see that she had killed so many soldiers.

"Why did you kill my men?!" He hissed into her hair, more frustrated than upset.

Taking long deliberate strides, he made it a few hundred meters before she started squirming in his arms again.

“Put me down Joe, I don't need you to fucking carry me." He stiffened but held onto her. He hadn't heard his name in such a long time, he didn't go by Joe any longer.

"Listen to me," he said lowering his mouth from her hair to her ear. "I could have killed you right there, if my men find out you killed their brothers, they will not hesitate..." He tensed feeling her small body move against his chest, her firm breasts pressing into him.

"They came for me first, I didn't have a choice," she huffed into his shoulder.

“Don't ever mention what you did to anyone. Ever." He didn't doubt that his men came for her, they are ordered to catch or kill anyone within 50 acres of the compound.

He was surprised that she managed to kill them all without him hearing a single shot ring out.

No matter what he thought, he knew that the penalty for killing his soldiers was death.

Making it back to his three story brick home, he went through the back door just as the sky turned black and the sound of curfew sirens blared through the night.

Carrying her upstairs, he brought her through the wooden double doors of his bedroom, into the master bathroom.

Turning on the light, she covered her eyes, not used to the artificial brightness. The room was pristine with chrome fixtures and white tile floors.

"What happened?" He said, placing her on the ledge of his large claw bathtub.

She wiped her eyes slowly before looking up to meet his.

"Well Captain General Joe," she said bitterly, nodding at the gold emblem on his lapel. “As you know, CT is gone. The attack... It took almost everyone...even Rick," her eyes closed briefly as she took a deep breath. "The only people left on that side of New York are immune to the virus like me. I've been making my way West but...without internet," she shook her head, "I had no idea you had already overtaken so much land."

He looked at her silently, he hadn't really considered what the other side of the War was like.

He couldn't really.

He had to win and winners cannot empathize with their enemy.

'Is she an enemy?' He thought studying her blood soaked clothing.

Standing up, he walked to the tap, turning on the hot water.

"Take a bath, I'll find some clothes for you," he said. She didn't respond.

Walking to the bathroom door he closed it behind him making sure to lock it from the outside.

He needed to think, he needed to get away from her.

Putting her hand into the running hot water, she hated how much she had missed it. She had been fighting for so long, living with mostly men got her used to 5 minute showers. She couldn't remember the last time she had a bath like this.

Every moment she relaxed she risked getting shot or worse... caught.

It was unbelievable that out of all the people in the world she sees, it’s fucking Joseph Murphy. Seeing his dark blue eyes staring down at her was akin to facing a grizzly bear.

He was always such an arrogant jerk, trolling and critiquing her opinions for the fun of it.

Although she enjoyed debating him sometimes, she never imagined he would turn into this kind of man.


She had heard stories of what happens at these compounds. Murder, torture and much worse.

Now she knew that was done at the hands of Joe, a fucking Captain General.

He also looked so different now, his hair used to be a much a lighter red, now it was almost burgundy. He also didn't have tattoos all over his arms before, he looks so much more menacing with them.

Taking off her shirt, she thought of those arms carrying her. He was strong... really strong and apparently an important person for the National Conservative Army.

She had made it this far, she couldn't let this throw her mission off track.

Letting her hair out from its elastic, she rubbed her scalp tenderly feeling the long curls fall past her shoulders. Taking off the rest of her tattered clothes, she slipped into the scalding hot water, submerging herself.

'Maybe this is the way we win the War,' she mused enjoying the hot water as it surrounded her.

She had found a way in and that's all that mattered.

*******

"Three men were found in the North Quadrant, Sir. All KIA from close combat knife wounds to the abdomen and neck. A rifle was left behind with UPP markings from the United People's Party," Sergeant Griffin reported to CG Murphy in his downstairs War Room.

He was happy with how fast his men found the bodies, if he was a moment later they would have surely found her.


"Do double rounds tonight, anything you see is shot on sight, understood?" He replied looking down at a map of the compound and surrounding forest.

"Yes, Sir. This has happened before when a rouge UPP soldier came onto our grounds. We'll light them up and put them on display if we see them."

He nodded to the Sergeant, "I need you to get Lead Captain Smyth for me too, he's probably down at the cabins. No one else is to bother me for the rest of the night unless it’s a Red Level threat."

"Of course, CG Murphy." The Sergeant saluted and left as quickly as he had come, leaving Murph alone with his thoughts.

She's an UPP soldier, an undeniable enemy of his.

He grit his teeth, they didn't usually have women as soldiers but those equality fag*ots would have anyone on the front lines willing to die for the cause.

He went over to his dark oak desk, settling down in his leather chair. He pulled out an old bottle of bourbon from a side drawer. Opening the bottle, he paused before taking a long swig.

"A soldier..." He scoffed. She was so small, barely 5' 5” but was somehow able to kill three of his men without firing a single shot.

How?

She wasn't acting like a soldier either, but then again he hadn't seen or spoken to a female soldier in this War before.

He stood as he heard Smyth's motorcycle snaking up his gravel driveway.
Not long after, his front door opened, the sound of heavy boots echoing through the house.

"Murph, you better have a damn good reason calling me up here so late," Smyth drawled.

He strode in wearing just camo shorts and combat boots. His bare chest heavily tattooed with a portrait of ‘The Battle of Bull Run’ under huge red scars. Zig zagging across his torso, they were constant reminders of his many victims.

Smyth's shaggy brown hair was notably disheveled, his usually bright green eyes dark and groggy.

"Did I wake you up?" Murph said walking over to shake his hand.

"Of course you did, I was out hunting all day with Connor. We just got back a few hours ago," he said smiling.

Lighting a cigarette, "So why am I here, do you have some material you need moved or..."

Stopping suddenly, Smyth looked behind Murph, his unlit cigarette hanging loosely from his lips.

Murph turned to see Morgan at the bottom of the stairs.

His heart slammed in his chest.

'How the fuck did she get out of the bathroom?'

His mind quickly hazed over as he looked at her for what felt like the very first time.

Now freshly clean; she wore one of his white tanks. On her it was just long enough to cover her pussy. Her brown hair softly fell down her back in large damp curls. Full perky tits peeked through the loose top. He could see her dusky pink nipples and the tight curve of her waist through the sheer fabric.

Bright brown eyes framed with thick black lashes stared back at him, her cheeks still pink from the hot water. He had never noticed the pale brown freckles peppered along the bridge of her nose or just how full and pink her lips were.

"What are you doing Murph?" Smyth said, his tone deadly serious.

Murph shook his head, "Smyth, I need your help."

Morgan stared at the two men.
The room they were in was huge, full of military grade weapons and advanced technology. She had never seen such an armory in someone's house before.

She took a mental note of the layout of the room, large radar screens covered the walls and different assault rifles and machine guns stood in open racks.

Unprompted Smyth went toward her, taking her small hand in his. Inspecting her face intently, his eyes burned into hers.

"A half-breed...," he murmured, running his hands through her damp hair. "I've never seen one like you before," he said quietly.

Growing up in Alabama, he didn’t know anyone that mingled outside of their race, even before the War. It had been years since he saw any biracial person in the flesh.

“What are you?" Smyth said tracing her slender fingers.

“What…like my race?" She said looking back at Joe. He nodded quietly.


"I'm African and Irish," she said. “In that order.”

Smyth studied her silently for a moment, her attitude amusing to him.

"You are beautiful," he said letting go of her hand.

"Young and healthy," he continued, walking around her.

"You know they will want her to be bred," Smyth said coldly.

His eyes roamed her curvy outline; she would surely cause problems.

She shifted uncomfortably, a knot forming in the pit of her stomach.

She thought back to the stories she had heard about women being 'bred' based on their race and fertility. Basically, raped over and over to satiate the soldiers and Officers in the name of re-population.

She searched his face, Smyth wasn't much different from Joe. He was tall with a full brown beard framing his square jaw. Ruggedly handsome, he looked exactly as he sounded, deeply Southern. The violent War tattoos on his chest and large deep scars slashed over them only hardened his look.

His eyes were the real problem though, they smoldered into her.

Licking his lips, he put down his cigarette.

"I don't want her bred by everyone. I know how most of them are... how they will be." Murph said, stepping towards Smyth.

"I was thinking about using Rule 23."

Smyth let out a snorted laugh. “Rule 23?”


His smile quickly faded. “You'd need another Captain General to sign on for that, which means CG Barberi."

Murph grimaced, CG Barberi was his equal on the compound and for all intents and purposes, the worst person he had ever met.

He was a sadist, who truly enjoyed torturing and killing others for fun. A psychopath well before the War ever started. He was also vehemently racist, against even the most modest suggestions to form mutual treaties with neighboring states because they were led by non-whites.

"CGB would love her to be honest," Smyth said staring back at her. “He's always complaining about the lack of women."

Murph looked at her unsure. Perhaps she wasn't a soldier and just found the rifle, using it for protection.

He lost track of his thoughts as Morgan turned toward the front door, her full supple ass now on display. "You could just let me leave."

Smyth sighed, talking quietly to Murph. "That will never happen."

"No one even has to know I was here," she continued.

With her back to them, Smyth continued, "I will help you with Rule 23 Red, but you know that means CGB will have her with you right? I can only give you my vote."

Murph nodded, "I know."

Morgan turned back to face them again.

“What is Rule 23, Joe?"

Smyth looked at him slyly, “Joe?” Murph ignored him.

"It means two Captain General's and a Lead Captain can make an exception to our code of conduct for... unique circumstances," Murph said.

He left out the part where the rule was used to either kill a slave or to brand them for private use to have children.

CGB used it last year to kill a slave that ran away almost 20 times. They had lost a dozen men getting her back over the months. CGB called for Rule 23 to hang her in front of the other slaves. They have not had another runaway ever since.

"An exception can mean a lot of things darling," Smyth said. "Best that we get CGB to agree before we go to the Command Table for approval."

Smyth walked back into the War Room.

Leisurely, he swept all the maps and paper weights off the large steel table onto the ground.


Looking back to Murph, he smiled, “Have you fucked her yet?"

Murph felt his face grow hot. “Not yet," he replied.

Looking to her again, he saw her big brown eyes dilate in response. The air grew heavy around them as she took a small step forward.

"Do you want to fuck me, Joe?" She whispered, her voice shaking.

He took a step toward her, “Yes.”

"It would just be you... two?" she said, looking over at Smyth.

"For now...," Smyth said moving beside Murph. “Just us."

Morgan felt a shiver go up her spine as she stood in front of them. ‘Remember your training,’ she thought.

Timidly she took off the loose tank, feeling her exposed skin hit the humid air. She knew what they wanted and what she needed to do.

The quicker they fell for her, the better.

Murph felt his cock go rigid, her body was perfect. Curvy and soft, her wide hips dipped into a flat belly. Her perky tits were full, she had no tattoos and no scars, just smooth light brown skin.

He went to her first, kissing her warm lips softly. As he felt her respond, he kissed her harder, his tongue exploring her mouth. His large hand grabbed her soft heavy breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers.

Smyth moved behind her, his hands running down her hips and over her tight plump ass. She could feel them both growing hard against her. Smyth against the small of her back and Joe against her stomach.

Her pussy tingled as she thought of taking them both. She needed to use this opportunity to hook them in, so she could kill them later.


She never thought of herself as much of a honeypot, she was a fighter. She had trained knowing that this would be a part of her mission.

She couldn't be raped if she enjoyed it, then it was just sex.

Right?

Murph stepped back from her, taking off his dark green uniform shirt. She couldn't believe how defined his muscles were or how his tattooed sleeves ran all the way up both of his arms.

When he unbuckled his pants, she saw he was already fully erect. With thick veins winding around his circumcised cock, she felt her pussy clench just thinking about him filling her.

She turned away from him childishly, embarrassed to see him naked. She had never imagined he would look so good.

She hadn’t had sex since Rick died three years ago, let alone with two men at the same time. Her UPP mentor told her to be prepared for this.

She wasn't.

Smyth was just as bad. Turning to face him, she was met with his barrel chest and saw his semi-hard cock hanging heavily between his legs.

Smyth lifted her chin. "Are you scared of us?" he said gently, his eyes soft.

Her hands went to his dick, stroking it slowly. “I don't want to be scared of you," she said sweetly. She wanted them to coddle her, think of her as meek and let their guard down.

Murph grabbed her hips and pushed himself against her, his hard dick sliding between her asscheeks toward her pussy. Smyth's dick twitched in her hands in response.

He looked past her to Murph and without saying a word, they brought her to the steel table.

Walking over the discarded maps, Smyth sat down, his cock at full attention now. She stood between his legs, using her arms to brace herself.

Bending over slightly; she took his large cock into her mouth, tasting him for the first time.

Smyth let out a pleased sigh, leaning back on his elbows. Right as she took Smyth into her mouth, she could feel Joe pressed against her pussy from behind.

His hands grabbed each of her thighs, spreading them further part. Rubbing her pussy from behind, he slid his middle finger deep into her.

Pulling out slowly, he licked her juices, savoring the taste.

Pushing his hard dick against her pussy lips, he took a moment to enjoy the sight before him.

Her curly hair swept down her arched back, two small dimples met at the tailbone of her perfectly round ass.

Pushing deeper, he groaned as she wiggled her ass, adjusting to him. He heard her muffled moans as he began slowly pumping, watching his cock go in and out of her tight pussy.

"Fuck, you are too good" he said holding firmly onto her ass.

Smyth wrapped his hand into her curly hair, pushing her further down onto his cock. His hips rocking up into her mouth in rhythm with Murph's thrusts.

"So good,” he groaned.

She relaxed, taking Smyth deep into her throat. The feeling of him hitting the back of her throat as Joe slid into her pussy was incredible.

Sensing her compliance, they both picked up the pace and began to fuck her harder. Her muffled moaning grew louder as Joe pushed deeper into her pussy, forcing her to take more cock into her throat.

Feeling himself close to climaxing, he grabbed her ass with both hands lifting her off the ground.

She felt both men cum hard, filling her from both sides at once.

Unbeknownst to her, as part of Rule 23, CG Barberi would own her as well. Seeing her take both of them so well gave Murph hope it could work.

‘It had to work’, he thought. He was never going to allow her to be taken down to the cabins.

Smyth smiled sitting up from the table. "You're perfect baby," he said caressing her face.

"Absolutely perfect."

As Joe pulled out of her, she felt her knees buckle. Tingles ran through her pussy like electric sparks.

She shuddered, still feeling the aftershocks of their lovemaking.

“It's ok... I'm here.” He said taking her in his arms.

*******

She was out before she hit the bed, having been carried upstairs like a rag doll. Sinking into the comforter, her brown hair was a halo of curls around her.

"She was asleep outside when I found her," Murph said to Smyth.

Smyth brushed her curls softly from her face.

"This is going to be hard... really fucking hard,” he said lowering his voice.

"CGB has been killing nig*ers for years, he won't see her as anything more than a doll to fuck."

Murph jaw ticked. "He would have to treat her well, she would be our mutual property."

Smyth frowned. "He should, but he won't. He likes torturing them Murph, that’s fun for him.”

Smyth stood up and walked away from the bed.

“Just remember that she's still a slave, a beautiful one for sure... but a slave nonetheless."

Grabbing Murph's shoulder he offered him a smile. "I'm probably the most open-minded prick in this entire shithole."

Murph shook his head. "Knowing her from before the War is fucking with me. I can't think clearly."

Walking to the door he grabbed a pistol from his dresser.

"I'll invite CG Barberi over tonight to talk. I'll see how he responds and we can go from there.”

“Well you have my blessing,” Smyth said smiling.

Taking out a padlock he secured the latches of the double doors. "She knows how to pick locks," he mumbled pulling against them.

"I can see why you didn't report her," Smyth replied. “The boys will want her, she's very hard to hate."

They walked downstairs stopping at the front door.

“I don't want anyone to know about her until I go over it with CGB."

Smyth smiled, "They won't hear it from me."

Murph pulled out his satellite phone. "I need to check on the perimeter, she managed to breach it without any alarms going off."

Smyth lit a cigarette, taking out his keys. “She's a gift sent for you Red. No other way she could have gotten past all those mines."

Murph closed the front door, turning on the automatic starter for his Jeep. It roared to life, shining bright aux lights into the forest.

"If I call you to do a check on her, take the keys from the shed."

Smyth straddled his bike, saluting Murph, "Roger that."

Morgan watched both men drive off from the upstairs window, their white lights fading into the darkness of the forest. She looked over at the clock on his dresser.

Only 8:47pm.

Holding her head gingerly, she felt her temple.

She was so fucking tired.

Running to the door, she pulled on it earnestly. It didn't move an inch.

Looking around, she went over to the window again, opening it up wide. It was maybe 25 feet up, too high to just jump down.

Scanning the room, she saw a light blue pile of clothing on a night stand. Walking over, she touched the soft fabric, it was a small cotton slip dress.

Barely even clothing.

She put it over her head, enjoying the feel of something at least covering her body. She still had no panties, the dress fell just over her ass, her nipples clearly visible through the light blue cups.

She touched her chest softly, her heart was still beating fast. Sitting back down on the bed, she covered her eyes.

‘Just 5 minutes,' she thought laying her head down on the pillows. Asleep moments later, the lost hours of rest had finally caught up to her.

*******

Murph checked in with each of his teams on the compound, taking his time to listen to their Intel from the day. Although the crop damage was more than he would have liked, it was manageable.

He decided to drive down to the stables where CG Barberi could usually be found. He treated those horses better than most people, usually spending his spare time training them.

The stable housed over 120 stallions and mares. Attached to a sprawling patch of farm land, it was routinely guarded by several dozen soldiers.

As he approached the farm, he could see three crosses burning brightly in the distance. The orange flames licking at the night sky.

Speeding up, he saw several men on horses circling them. He could hear their hollers and whistles as he pulled closer, parking just a few feet away.

Murph watched CG Barberi approach him on horseback, a torch in one hand and a bottle of Whiskey in the other.

"Red! Hoo Rah brother. You got here just in time," he yelled. "We found us those looting UPP nig*ers.”

He threw the torch to the ground, getting off the black stallion. "Sergeant Johnson got them hiding in the South Quadrant. Gave him the honors of lighting em' up,” CGB said shaking Murph's hand roughly.

Giving him a friendly slap on the back, he smiled, his eyes sparkling in excitement.

Murph didn't understand how anyone could enjoy burning people alive.

"Good job Sergeant," Murph yelled, saluting the soldier who stood under the burning bodies.

Laughing the Sergeant waved back, "Thank you, Sir!"

CGB smiled taking the reins of his stallion as he walked with Murph towards the stable.

"What brings you down here? I thought we were meeting tomorrow afternoon."

Murph ran his hand through his hair, disgusted by the crosses. The smell of the burning bodies was overwhelming.

"Something came up today that I need to talk to you about."

CGB nodded to one of his soldiers, motioning for him to take the reins.

"Leave us," he said, handing off the stallion.

"I found a woman today, someone I knew from before the War," Murph said, his voice low.

"Oh really?”

"I am here to extend an offer to you as an equal," Murph responded.

"An offer? Where is she?" CGB said looking into the darkness amused.

"Not here, not without a guarantee from you first." Murph said, stepping up to his face. "This offer is based on a guarantee from you to not damage OUR property."

CGB's smile disappeared. "What kind of woman got Red to call for Rule 23?"

"Do you agree or not?" Murph pressed.

CGB laughed deeply, "You think I am some kind of animal? Of course I would never damage mutual property, it's our code."

Putting his fingers in his mouth he whistled sharply.

"Get me my bike!”

******

They drove separately to his home, Murph gripping his steering wheel the entire way.

CGB was an animal, a fucking psychopath that would be in jail for life if they weren't at War. Leading CGB up to his home, he considered if he was even capable of keeping his word.

Parking in the circular driveway, he looked up to his bedroom window, it was wide open.

'She wouldn't jump down would she?' He thought, stepping out from his jeep.

CGB hopped off his bike, kicking the leg stand down.

"When I left she was asleep," Murph said unlocking the front door. "I found her in the North Quadrant."

"How did she get out there?" CGB asked stepping inside. “That area is a wasteland.”

"She's originally from up North, she got lost trying to get out West. Apparently the internet interception has been working, they are dark all throughout the East Coast."

CGB nodded walking upstairs behind him. “What is her name?"

Murph paused, taking out his keys again to open the padlocked bedroom doors.

"Morgan."

"She's Irish then?" CGB replied smiling.

Unlatching the lock, Murph opened the double doors. “Half Irish".

They walked in to see her fast asleep on the bed, her curvy body covered in the pale blue dress he had left for her. They could hear her soft breathing as she lay on her back, her chest slowly rising in unison.

CGB walked around the bed quietly, studying her. "I see...," he said softly, standing over her. "I have never branded a half-breed before," he continued sitting at the edge of the bed.

Murph watched CGB run his callous hand slowly up her soft legs, caressing her right thigh. Moving up, he raised the hem of her dress revealing a soft patch of brown curls.

Lowering his head, he took a deep breath. His mouth just inches away from her pussy.

He smiled.

"We need to agree to some basic standards if this is going to work," Murph said at the foot of the bed.

"This slave is worth a hundred nig*ers, I won't damage her." CGB said touching her long hair, twisting his fingers in the curls.

"I'm asking you to do more than keep her alive. There will be absolutely no torture and no physical beating on any part of her body without me present. That is not up for negotiation.”

CGB stood up, his movement causing her to move slightly, moaning softly in her sleep.

"I will need to try her before I go any further. A half-breed slave usually wouldn't be entitled to any... accommodations," he said looking back down at her.

"But now that I've seen her, I understand your request. She is beautiful… and she has enough Irish in her that I am willing to make an exception."

Murph watched her small body stir.

"To show my good faith, I will give you the option of joining me or watching. Your choice."

Morgan's eyes fluttered open as she heard voices around her. 'What time is it?' She had only planned on sleeping for a few minutes.

Her eyes took a moment to adjust to the man standing over her.

'Who is that?' she thought, looking up at him confused.

He had jet black hair down to his shoulders and icy blue eyes. His skin was pale, like alabaster against his dark hair. A red dragon tattoo ran up his neck and along his jawline, stopping short of reaching his face.

Glancing down at his belt, she saw a small gold shield.

A Captain General emblem.

She covered her chest nervously.

Murph rubbed her shoulder. "It’s okay," he said softly. “This is Captain General Barberi, he is here to meet you."

Morgan looked back and forth between them. "Are you here about the Rule?" she asked, her hands still on her chest.

"I am here to see if you are worth an exception," CGB said moving closer. "CG Murphy seems to think you are..."

She had to stop herself from cringing away from him, her body recoiling in response to his proximity.

She didn't like him.

"Take off your dress," Murph whispered into her ear, his hand stroking her neck.

“Joe?”

“Off,” he insisted taking the slip in his hands. Helping her hike it up, he lifted it over her head.

"You are his for now," Murph said caressing her face gently, "I will be right downstairs."

Confused, she reached for him as he stood up. 'Where is he going?'

Walking to CGB, he touched a small red button on the side of his dresser.

"I'm watching," he said in warning.

Turning, he left closing the door behind him without another word.

Grinning, CGB looked down at her naked on the bed.

"Stand up," he demanded.

Slowly she sat up, her feet touching the floor. Standing, her face only came up to his abdomen. He smelled like liquor and stale smoke, the whites of his eyes already bloodshot.

He tilted her head up to look directly into her eyes.

"Have you ever had a Master?"

She blinked, quickly turning from him. "No."

"Look at me," he said raising his voice. Turning her head back to him.

His eyes held hers, "You are my property now. My slave. Do you understand?"

Her eyes narrowed, "No."

He growled, pushing her back down onto the bed in anger. "No?!"

Taking off his shirt, she saw a large 1488 tattoo over his heart, the dragon tattoo snaking across it onto his shoulder.

She winced. He was a real white supremacist.

"You will never say ‘No’ to me again," he scolded taking off his belt. She scooted back from him up the bed, the soft pillows surrounding her.

He grabbed her left ankle, pulling her back down towards him.

She started to panic, this is not the same as before. He was not like Smyth or Joe.

She kicked her leg, feeling his grip tighten.

“Let go of me!"

He smiled as his pants fell to the ground, his hard cock now free.

Murph watched them from the monitor at his desk in contempt.
Gripping the bottle of bourbon, he took another long swig. He shouldn't be drinking but he couldn't stand watching them.
She obviously didn't want CGB, she didn't act that way with him and Smyth at all.
He watched on silently, unable to hear what they were saying.

Morgan looked around the room feeling truly vulnerable for the first time. She couldn't believe Joe left her alone with this asshole.

He held her ankle firmly as he kicked off his boots.

"You are a half-breed. It is a gift to have this white cock all to yourself," he said staring down at her.

She bit her lower lip nervously.

His eyes were absolutely menacing and they never left her, not even for a second.

Climbing onto the bed, he forced her legs wide apart, his throbbing cock proudly standing between them.

She squirmed under him, her pussy totally exposed now.

"Look at you," he said stroking his cock. "I am going to have so much fun with my new toy."

Grabbing both of her legs, he pulled her up, lifting her ass from the bed.

With his cock positioned directly in front of her pussy, his mouth went to her tits.
Taking a hard nipple into his mouth, he thrust deep into her without warning, impaling her.

She gasped feeling him hit her cervix, his cock pushing the limits of what she could handle.


Biting down on her nipple, he wrapped both arms around her as her back arched reflexively. Lifting her further off the bed, he began jackhammering into her pussy as hard as he could.


She didn't have any time to process what was happening.

His mouth left her breast to lick her neck, his teeth dragging against her throat.

She dug her nails deep into his chest, bringing a sinister grin to his face.

Grabbing both of her arms, he crossed them above her head in one fist.

"This is my pussy," he snarled into her ear.

His weight pinned her down as his cock continued to thrust into her mercilessly.

"Anytime… Anywhere.”

She whimpered under him, the pain of his thrusts having morphed into a slow burning pleasure.

"Do you understand now?" He said wrapping her hair around his other fist.

She felt her pussy squeeze tighter.

She hated him, hated how wet her pussy was and hated how good he felt inside of her.

Pulling her hair back, his mouth crashed onto hers, just as forcefully as his cock.

Her body was on fire, she pulled away again looking into his eyes.

They were wild with lust.

She twisted against his hold but his body effortlessly overpowered hers, holding her in position. With no way out of this other than him him cumming, she gave him the moans he wanted to hear.

"Cum in me, Master," she whispered, her eyes locked with his. “Please.”

Roaring in satisfaction, he held onto her hips, his heavy balls slapping against her pussy lips. As his hot cum filled her, she felt an orgasm rock her again.

Murph turned from the screen, his jaw clenched. He never thought he would feel jealousy like this.

Watching CGB fuck her made him furious.

He watched them kiss again, this time much softer than before.

Standing up, he put down the bottle, stumbling slightly as he went towards the stairs.

From the corner of his eye, he saw bright lights flashing in the darkness outside.
Several trucks were pulling into his driveway.

Heavy footsteps came from upstairs as CGB made his way down. Shirtless, he pulled on his belt, his hair now damp with sweat.

"They know not to come here unless something big happens," he said stepping down from the landing.

Murph saw several red scratches on his chest, signs he didn't control himself with her.

“What did you…?” he questioned before a sharp knock interrupted him.

Opening the door, he was faced with several infantrymen, all geared up for combat.

"Captain General Murphy, Captain General Barberi," one said saluting. "We have a verified breech in the South Quadrant, Sir."

CGB walked beside Murph. “Probably saw the light show," he quipped smiling. "How many did you get eyes on?"

A second soldier stepped up, "At least 15, Sir." Murph turned to his War Room, motioning for them to follow.

From the top of the stairs Morgan listened to them talk. CGB didn't lock the door when he left, leaving her free to explore.

She watched them walk to the War Room, their voices fading as they moved out of earshot.

She walked down the hall to the first closed door. Trying the handle, she felt it click open. The room was large but mostly empty, with only three large black filing cabinets.

The words [PROPERTY: UNITED STATES of AMERICA] were painted along the side of one.

Pulling against the drawers, she felt a lock engage.

Fuck.

She heard Joe raise his voice, shaking the floor beneath her feet. Kneeling on the hardwood, she put her ear against it to listen.

Muffled words from the soldiers could be heard before Joe shouted again.

“They attacked one of our water towers Charlie! I swear to Christ if one more tower falls..."

Standing up, she heard more movement below her. She would be back to break the locks as soon as she could, there were too many people nearby and nothing for her to pick it with.

"I want them dead. All of them, fucking dead!" CGB demanded, his voice traveling through the house, bouncing off the walls.

"Yes, Sir!"

She peered over the upstairs railing again.

"I want their leader brought to the Center for us," Murph responded.

She watched as they all moved toward the front door.
One soldier stopped, noticing her standing at the top of the landing. He turned looking up at her curiously. She held her breath as another looked up, both staring directly at her now.


Covering her chest, she realized they could probably see right through her dress.

She watched as CGB quietly walked up behind them. He studied them for a moment as they whispered to each other.
Looking up, his eyes narrowed at the sight of her, still covering her breast.

"Are you looking at our property?" He said spinning the first soldier around.

In an instant, he punched him directly in the face, crushing his nose. The soldier howled in pain, falling to his knees.

The other quickly turned away from her.

Murph walked up to the other soldier grabbing his neck, "Look at her again and I'll cut your fucking dick off." The soldier shook his head quickly, struggling to talk."Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir!”

She looked down at them. They were brutal, UPP Officers didn't operate anything like this.

‘Maybe that's why we are losing so badly,’ she thought crossing her arms again.

"Come down here," Murph commanded.

She hesitated, gripping the railing tightly.

"Now," yelled CGB, standing beside him.

Groaning to herself, she slowly walked down the stairs. She watched as the soldiers tried their best to avert their eyes from her, some even turning around.

"Do you like teasing my soldiers?" Murph hissed grabbing her waist. "We can't leave you alone for one fucking minute.”

Taking over her mouth in a possessive kiss, she tasted the liquor on his lips.

He was drunk.

Grabbing her ass, CGB handed Murph a handgun. "You're coming with us on a field trip," he said kissing her hair as Murph let go of her waist.

Stumbling, she felt dizzy being passed between the two.

CGB held her waist as she turned to see the now fully functioning War Room. The monitors lit up with clusters of red dots spread across several screens.

One monitor stood out, flashing red. It had a handful of blue dots surrounded by red ones on all sides.

She felt his hands caress her hips, turning her back around.

"Go get her some slippers and my coat," CGB ordered, glaring at the soldier with a bloody nose.

"Yes, Sir," he said running off.

Murph turned from them, now on the phone. “Send down the drones, I want eyes on them before we waste any more bullets."

She looked around confused. "What is going on?"

CGB smiled. "We finally got one of those fucking UPP commanders on our land. He came for the bait we left, just as planned."

Her heart sank into her stomach.

"I knew they would come for the crosses," he said laughing. “The classics always work.”

She looked at the global digital clock in the corner, it was 1:10am.

“Time to go.”

*******

Shots rang out into the darkness as Jack took cover. They had lost ten soldiers already, way more than he had anticipated.

“These fucking Nazi's are hammering me,” Jack yelled into his mic. Bullets whizzed past his head, shattering nearby trees.

“Fall back. Be advised. Fall back. They have eyes in the sky,” he heard in response.

“Fall back!” He shouted, shooting the rest of his barrel. They had completed half of their mission, destroying the largest water tower on the compound.

Even Nazis had to drink water.

“The crosses are still burning,” said Mark, his Lieutenant. He was certain his younger brother was dead on one of them.

“We have to fall back Mark. There are too many of them.” Jack said taking out his compass.

It was down to five of them, he couldn't lose anyone else.

“We will come back for them,” he said grabbing Mark's arm in support.

“How many yards to the perimeter?” Jack yelled into his mic.

“40 yards, South West,” dispatch responded.

“Movement?” He said reloading his gun.

“At the entry point. Number unknown. They are disrupting our transmission.”

“Going dark,” he responded clicking off the mic.

Looking at his team, he motioned with his hand to move forward.

They got a few yards from the entry point before they saw the lights flash on. Dipping back behind thick bushes, Jack halted the group.

Two large Humvee's sat on the opposite side of the opening they had come through.

Their lights shining directly on the break in the fence.

“Fuck,” he said, watching quietly.

Two figures stepped from the trucks, walking over to inspect the fence. He couldn't believe it. Both Captain Generals of the compound stepped forward, their gold badges visible even from this distance.

Aiming his rifle, he focused his cross-hairs on CG Barberi. A notorious monster, that had single-handedly tortured and killed hundreds of his comrades across the state.

With his finger on the trigger he saw a small figure cross his line of sight, blocking the shot.

“Who is that?” said a soldier behind him. He adjusted the scope, focusing in on them.

A woman, small and wearing a huge black leather jacket stood directly in his line of fire.

Her long curly hair blew lightly in the breeze as she removed the heavy jacket.

His heart skipped a beat.

Now standing in just a small blue dress, he recognized her.

He didn't know her name but he remembered her from an UPP training camp last year.

“She's one of us,” he said putting the scope down.

“Is she on the captured list?” replied Mark taking out a notepad.

“I don't know her name,” Jack said taking out his binoculars.

With a better view of her face, he was certain she was a soldier. He remembered her being his partner for close combat offense. She was highly skilled, taking him out multiple times.

‘How did they catch her?’ he thought studying them.

Watching from a distance he saw CG Barberi move behind her, kissing the back of her neck. CG Murphy moved in front of her, his hands touching her face.

“She's enslaved,” he said putting the binoculars down. “We need to regroup before we try…” he started before the screech of a megaphone stopped him.

“Hellooooooo.” CGB said tapping on the megaphone. “Attention all UPP trash hiding on our land.”

Jack held his fist up to his soldiers, they immediately dropped down.

“Come out now and we will kill you quickly. Keep wasting my fucking time and you will regret it.”

Jack looked along the perimeter fence, he could see that aside from the entry point, the rest was not being monitored.

Turning to his men, he took out his transponder handing it to Mark.

“Go 15 yards down and cut the fence, I will distract them.”

“We aren't leaving you behind Jack,” Mark said pushing the transponder away.

“That's an order,” Jack commanded. “I don't want any of you coming back for me, change the codes as soon as you get to base. I will make it.”

Pushing extra ammo into his hand, Mark nodded silently.

“Steady,” Jack said, still crouched low.

When he heard the megaphone click back on he ran, letting out a flurry of bullets. Running in the opposite direction of his men, he shot toward the massive lights on the truck.

Hitting one, he saw half the area go dark.

“Over there!”

He ran as fast as he could, firing again. He was unfamiliar with this forest and not sure which way he should go.

Sprinting forward, he heard muffled voices shouting behind him.

He didn't see or hear the dog that clamped down on his leg, he just felt the bite as teeth sank into his flesh. Dragging him into a ditch, the dog gnarled on his leg thrashing him.

Screaming, he aimed his gun at the dog, pumping two shots into its head.

Rolling the dog off him, he tried to stand back up but couldn't.

He heard a loud whistle as flashlights flooded over him from all directions.

“Here!” Shouted a soldier running towards him.

“Alive! I want him alive,” he heard in response.

The last thing he saw was the butt of a rifle slamming into his face.


********


The halls of the Center were usually quiet during the afternoon. With only high-ranking Officers allowed inside, the building had large pockets of space that were completely vacant.

Reconstructed from a courthouse, it had several rooms used solely to interrogate and imprison captured enemy soldiers.

Today, guttural moans echoed from Room #6 as Jack took another vicious punch to the stomach.

With his arms chained above his head, he hung from a hook secured to the ceiling.

“What are the codes?” Murph said calmly, taking off the brass knuckles.

Jack spat blood onto the floor. “They already changed them cocksucker.”

Going over to a table he picked up the receiver to a landline phone. “You can come back down here if you want. He's not talking.” Murph put down the phone, wiping the blood from his hands with a rag. They have been working on him all afternoon, getting nowhere.

Whistling 'Take me Out to the Ballgame’ CGB approached the court room, kicking open the door with his boot.

Smiling wickedly, he twirled a wooden baseball bat in his hands, swinging it in the air.

“All done with the kid gloves?” he said walking toward Jack.

Murph cracked his knuckles, stretching his arms out.

“Don't kill him. We can use him for a trade to get Sergeant Browne back,” he said looking at Jack's black and blue chest.

“Where is she?” Murph continued.

“Making lunch for us now,” he said walking to a metal lever on the wall.
“She's being such a good girl today.”


Pulling it, Jack's body lowered closer to the ground. He groaned in pain, as the tips of his toes touched the floor.


Walking back over, he grabbed Jack's hair roughly, inspecting his busted face.


“Did the caretaker set up her shared living quarters yet?” Murph asked leaning back onto a bench.


“All set until the ceremony,” he replied pushing the bat into Jack's chest.

“Codes?”

Jack coughed roughly, his voice hoarse. “I don't know… they are changed every time we deploy.”

CGB cracked the bat across Jack's thighs, eliciting an agonized scream.

“Bullshit,” CGB said twirling the bat again.

Jack coughed up more blood, raising his knees to his chest.

“I have their local numbers,” Murph said picking up a notebook. “It's more than we had recorded by over 2000 troops. We are getting bad numbers from Bobby.”

Taking the notebook, CGB read it over resting the bat on his shoulder.

“They are getting help from fucking California? No wonder this shit is still dragging on,” he sneered flipping the page.

The crash of glass plates against the granite floor pierced the room, stealing their attention.

Covering her mouth in horror, Morgan screamed at the top of her lungs, doubling over.


“What are you fucking doing?!”


Cocking his head, CGB looked up surprised. “You shouldn't be in here slave. This doesn't concern you.”

Jack opened his swollen eyes and looked up. He saw her standing across the room, her beautiful face contorted in shock and horror.

Wearing just a small white dress and white stockings, he took comfort in her being the last thing he sees.

Jack wondered what he must look like, they had been torturing him since this morning. At this point he was teetering on the edge of consciousness anyway, ready to just die already.

He watched as her beautiful face became enraged, her fists shaking at her sides.


Murph saw her stance change in real time, her posture turning aggressive, like a lioness bristling her fur. In seconds, she was across the room, lunging for CGB directly.

Murph caught her by her waist, swinging her back around before she could get to him.

Struggling violently, she dug her long nails deep into his arms, tearing through his skin.

“You are a fucking terrorist!” she screamed pulling from him. “Torturing a prisoner is a war crime.”

He wrapped his arms around her, her small body surprisingly strong. “Stop it Morgan!” he ordered holding her back.

“No!” she screamed kicking her legs out.


Grabbing Jack's neck, CGB turned him to face them, his swollen face covered in blood. Swinging hard, he punched him directly in the stomach.

“Looks like it's your lucky day fag*ot.” he spat. “We will be back for you later.”


Smiling broadly, he walked to her with his arms open. “Come here baby.”

Pulling away from Murph's grip, she ran at him again, going for his face. Her nails caught his cheek before he grabbed her wrists, squeezing her hands together. Turning her around in one motion, he moved both of her arms firmly behind her back.

Laughing, he nuzzled her neck. “Are you upset?”

She strained against his hold as Murph walked in front of her, his arms now dripping with blood.

Grabbing the front of her dress, he ripped it apart, splitting it down the middle.


Cupping her breasts firmly, he pushed his body against hers, sandwiching her between the two of them.

“How dare you interfere with our work,” he said squeezing them roughly. “You have no authority here, you are PROPERTY and belong to US. What don't you fucking understand about that?”

“Fuck you Joe,” she hissed, still seething.


“What a little firecracker,” CGB said smiling. “You are going to need a lot of home training aren't you?”

“Do you know this man? Is that it?” Murph asked looking toward Jack. Still hanging from the ceiling, he was now unconscious.

Glaring at him she continued to pull from CGB, her bare chest flushed red. “How could I know who he is, you destroyed his fucking face!”

“So you just want to save people that attack our compound? This is your home now too, you will have our children here.” He replied cupping her breasts again, feeling the heat radiate from her chest.

“This will never be my home!” she screamed bucking against them. “I hate BOTH of you!”

“Fine,” he said letting go of her breasts. Pulling out a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket, he handed them over to CGB.

Walking to the nearby table, Murph threw the tools used to interrogate Jack onto the floor in anger.

She felt the snap of the cuffs against her wrist, the cold metal rubbing her skin. CGB let go of her arms, the tight cuffs holding her in place.

Ripping the thin spaghetti straps of her dress apart, he tugged it down her body leaving her in just her white stockings.

She moved to run but her arms were held still, the chain firmly in his hands.


Shaking his head, he slapped her ass hard. “I was just telling everyone what a good girl you were today too. Then you start with all this.”

Unbuttoning his pants, he picked her up with one arm, wrapping her legs around his hips.

“Put me down,” she screamed, her feet digging into his back.

Ignoring her, he walked to the table and sat down with her facing him, his jeans sliding to his ankles.


Spreading her knees to either side of him, he positioned her to straddle him.

Murph walked behind her grabbing the cuffs from CGB, pulling them taught.

“No more talking,” he said tying a red bandana firmly around her mouth.

Pulling his boxers down, CGB positioned her over his cock, rubbing it between her pussy lips.

“Is this what you need baby,” he said running his tongue up between her breast.
“Your Masters’ cock?”

She squirmed, her words muffled and inaudible.

“Are you sorry?” Murph said into her ear, his hand holding her hair.

Shaking her head; her muffled curses at them were clear. She was not.

“I promise we will never hurt you,” he said softly brushing her hair to one shoulder. “But you will do as we say.”

Taking both of her tits in his hands, CGB pulled her forward, sucking each greedily.

She wiggled over him, Murph still holding onto the chain firmly.

Running his free hand down the length of her back, he grabbed a handful of her ass.

“You've never been disciplined a day in your life,” he said lifting her ass up.

Cupping his fingers under her, he felt that she was wet, her pussy giving away her desire. Taking two fingers, he rubbed her juices further up her ass, lubing her asshole liberally.

“That ends today,” he said unzipping his pants.

Shaking her head, her squirming became frantic as CGB lined himself up with her pussy.

Bracing herself, she expected him to impale her again.

Instead, he allowed gravity to slowly drop her down onto his shaft. Lowering her hips slowly, he ground his cock up into her.

“Isn't that better?” He said smiling, moving her hips up and down onto his cock, “having your little pussy filled.”

Her body wasn't prepared for his slow and deliberate strokes, she tried to close her knees but he spread them further apart.

She felt the cuffs unlock and come off, her wrists no longer held by the chain. Murph threw them to the ground as he held her wrist together himself.

“It will feel better if you have your hands free,” he said kissing the back of her neck.

Feeling CGB deep inside of her was making it hard to concentrate. He continued his slow strokes into her as Murph stood behind her, holding her arms still.

“I won't let go if you're going to scratch again,” he warned.

Looking down, she saw three deep scratches on CGB's cheek, bleeding down his neck.

“Promise to be good?”

Her anger was steadily dissipating as her body responded to the cock inside of her. Wanting her arms free more than anything, she nodded in agreement.

Letting her go, she fell forward onto CGB's chest.

Quickly lacing his fingers with hers, CGB held her hands at either side of his head. With her tits now against his face, he used his tongue to flick her nipples.

Murph stood behind her, watching CGB's cock slowly pump into her pussy. He didn’t feel the same jealousy he had last night. Instead, he admired how well she took him, her pink pussy wrapping around his dick like a glove.

Rubbing his cock up and down her slit, he felt CGB stop pumping, burying his cock deep into her pussy.

Pushing against her asshole, he felt her immediately seize up.

“Relax,” he said, one hand on her lower back the other guiding his cock.

Whimpering, she wiggled between them, unaware that the movement made them want to fuck her even harder.

They were both restraining themselves, allowing her time to get accustomed to them.

Slowly, Murph pushed the swollen tip of his cock past her rosebud, waiting to feel her relax. It took everything in him to not just take her as hard as he wanted. Knowing that this was probably her first time taking two cocks like this, he didn't want to ruin it for the future.

Rubbing her ass, he continued moving forward inching deeper into her until, inch by inch, she had taken him all the way.

It felt unbelievable, tighter and hotter than anything he had ever had.

Feeling that she was full with both of their cocks, CGB released her fingers, allowing her to put them on his chest for support.

Now with both of them fully buried inside of her, Murph untied the bandana from her mouth.

She gasped for air, throwing her head back.

Thrusting into her, he grabbed her hair holding her head in that position.

The first moan he heard from her almost unraveled him. Shuddering between them, her body was responding remarkably well.

“That's it,” he said sliding into her ass faster, pushing deeper. “You feel so good,” he said squeezing her tits from behind.

Panting with her mouth open, she let out small gasps with each thrust, her body moving in rhythm with them.

“Good girl,” CGB said rubbing her belly softly.

She was burning up, unable to think or talk as her senses overloaded.

She came first, breathing heavily as her body shook between them. Her wet pussy helping both men slide into her easier.


Realizing that she orgasmed, she felt both of them start to fuck her without restraint, thrusting into both of her holes at once.

Her moans now synced with their thrusts as they sought their own climax. Their hands exploring every inch of her body while their cocks fucked her into delirium.


“Please,” she begged, squeezing CGB's bicep, his arms directing her hips. Looking into her eyes, he came deep into her pussy, his hand pressing on her lower belly to feel himself inside of her.

She felt Joe grab her shoulders arching her back again as he pushed himself all the way into her, filling her ass with his cum. They both remained inside her for a moment, letting her body squeeze their cocks before pulling out slowly.

She collapsed onto CGB, still panting, her energy now completely spent.

Buckling his pants back up, Murph picked her up off CGB's chest, carrying her like a delicate bride.

CGB smiled pulling his jeans back up. “We can go to the Command Table this weekend for the ceremony,” he said buckling his pants.

Murph looked at her in his arms. Completely exhausted, she had long forgotten about the prisoner hanging from the ceiling.


“She's going to have a fit when she figures out what it is,” he replied walking with her.


“The sooner the better. The soldiers already know she's here, it took less than a fucking day for word to spread,” he said running his hands through his hair.


“Besides she's ripe, I think a pregnancy will take quicker than normal with her,” CGB said.


“You think so?” Murph looked down at her again.

Smiling CGB hit his elbow against a red button on the wall near the room’s entrance.

The hook in the ceiling released, dropping Jack's limp body to the ground with a heavy thud.


“I can tell.”

******

The shared living quarters were on the 4th floor of the Center, which technically didn't exist. The dome above the courthouse was actually a hidden private residence, the most secure in the entire state of West Virginia.


In the middle of the Center, she showered in her own bathroom. Realizing that close to a hundred Nationalists troops surrounded the immediate area, ordered to protect her with their lives.


The irony was not lost on her.


Lathering the vanilla soap along her body she thought about what she was doing.


‘Gathering information,’ she told herself.


She knew they tortured POW’s.
She knew they had access to advanced weapons and technology.
She knew they were ready to do anything to anyone to win.


'Two can play at that game,’ she thought lathering her pussy. Carefully, she shaved everything, making sure to take her time on her most sensitive areas.


Taking care of her entire body, she washed her long curly hair last enjoying the feel of it touch her lower back.


Today, Joe had to go across the state for an important meeting with Central Command, at least that's what he told her.


While CGB had just left a short while ago, promising to return in a few hours after taking care of some things.


She enjoyed the quiet, finally able to reorganize herself and her thoughts.


Walking into the common area, she took off her towel, laying it on the sofa. A full length mirror hung on the wall facing one of the beds.


Standing in front of the mirror she looked over her body. The sex the past few days had given her light brown skin a healthy glow; her breast felt fuller, her hips more tender.


Squeezing her arm she felt the birth control implant embedded deep in her skin, her own personal reminder that she still had time. She had zero fertility problems, in fact if she didn't have the implant she would probably already be pregnant.


She shook out her long curly hair, stretching her arms high over her head.


Enjoying the look of her hairless pussy she touched it softly, still standing in front of the mirror. Soon her hands had moved to feel her full breasts, rubbing them absentmindedly.


“Don't stop,” she heard from behind her.


Turning, she saw CGB's pale eyes staring intently at her. He stood at the front door with several soldiers behind him, all motionless.


Walking through the door by himself, the men remained still, allowing it to close in their face.


“What are you doing back so soon?” She asked surprised to see him.


He peeled off his t-shirt as he walked across room, his eyes never leaving her. Grabbing her ass with both hands, he lifted her up to his level to kiss her deeply.


Squeezing her asscheeks, he walked her backwards toward the bed, her feet no longer on the floor. Picking her up, he sat her high on the pillows at the head of the bed.


“I'm hungry,” he said crawling between her legs. Taking both of her thighs in each hand he pulled her down to his face.


“Did you make dinner for me baby?” he asked licking her pussy lips, his tongue tracing her slit.


“Dessert,” she said running her hands through his thick black hair. She had learned to pick her battles with him, some just weren't worth fighting.


Growling into her pussy, she felt his tongue go deep into her, licking along her g-spot as his hands held her to his face.


Writhing under him, she felt her pussy squeeze around his tongue. Licking all the way up her pussy lips, he stopped to take her clit into his mouth.


She gasped pulling away from him, her hips raising into the air. Holding her thighs firm in each hand he swirled his tongue around it.


“Today is a big day.” He said licking his lips. His hands now gripping her ass again.


“What are you talking about?” She said sitting up to look at him, her cheeks flushed red.


Grinning, he gave her one last slow lick. “You'll have to see for yourself.”


She pulled away from him breathing heavily, his mouth was a much more generous lover than his cock.


Standing, he reached into his pocket. Taking out his phone, he took a photo of her lying naked on the bed.


“What the fuck?!” she screamed pulling up the covers.


Leaning down to her, he pulled the cover away, taking a handful of her breasts. “I need to show that you're okay,” he said squeezing her.


“What does that mean?” she said sitting up. Her curly hair, still damp from the shower, spilled around her.


“Someone sent out a threat,” he said putting his shirt over his shoulder, his dragon tattoo flexing over her face. She touched his chest softly, staring at the 1488 tattoo over his heart.


“What kind of threat?”


“The kind where I personally come here to see you,” he said twisting her dark pink nipple. “I'm glad I did.”


He kissed her again, cradling her face. A double knock to the door pulled him from her.
Leaving her on the bed, he walked back to the door opening it to the soldiers standing outside.


“I have to head back,” he said coming back for one last kiss. “Don't get into any fucking trouble,” he warned putting his hand on her pussy.


“What trouble? I can't even leave this apartment.” She said crossing her arms.


“You're exactly right,” he said. “So don't fucking try.”


She laid back down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.


Hearing the door close, she sat up, her mind racing.
Going to a far dresser she looked through it, throwing clothes on the floor.


‘Black men's boxer briefs are basically shorts,’ she thought sliding them on. Rolling them down her hips, she enjoyed the snug feeling of fabric against her bare pussy.


Walking to the kitchen, she reached for some sheers. Taking them back to the dresser, she found a white tshirt. It was way too big for her.


Cutting it in half as straight as she could, she held it up, happy to see it look just like a crop top. Putting it on, she realized she went a little too high, it was loose and fell just below her tits.


If she reached up, her underboob was clearly visible. She didn't have shoes because they wouldn't let her so she put on two pairs of black wool socks. Again too big, so they went up to her knees.


No more dresses.


Taking her damp hair in her hands she braided it into one loose tail, quickly putting it over her shoulder.


'Now to get out.’ The doors were not an option, she needed to find a way outside that didn't alert the entire Conservative Army.


Standing near the window, she looked up just in time to see the explosion, feeling the room shake seconds after.


An angry mushroom cloud of black smoke and orange flames rose into the air from far in the distance. The sky grew dark as it spread higher, blocking out the sun.


Alarms sounded across the compound, ringing high pitched air horns. She heard the soldiers in the hallway move and shout. Their walkie talkies cackling loudly with coded commands.


She opened the window and hung out of it to get a better look. It was the late afternoon so plenty of soldiers were already outside.


From her vantage point she could see that the explosion area was now on fire. She didn't know the layout of the compound well enough to know what was over there.


Looking down she saw that while dozens of soldiers dashed away from the building toward the explosion, a small group of men stayed perfectly still, crouched against a side wall.


They were dressed like Nationalist soldiers but they were the only ones standing still, waiting at a door.


She saw a small puff of smoke rise from the door before they all slipped into the building, completely unnoticed.


Reconsidering her options for escape, she walked to the front door of the apartment opening it slowly.


Empty.


Smiling to herself, she slipped out the door closing it quietly behind her. Staying low, she tiptoed to a side staircase, making it just as a group of soldiers returned back from down the hall.


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Part 2 Coming soon