The War of 2020 Pt 3

Ch. 7 Faithless

Murph ran his calloused hand down Morgan’s bare back as he slowly circled her naked body. She was bent over and restrained, her head and hands secured tightly within a cushioned wooden pillory. Her long curls flowed down to the hardwood floor in front of her, swaying everytime she shook her head.

“You know I hate punishing you, especially with your injuries,” he whispered into her ear. She couldn’t believe he was actually doing this, she thought for sure they would have stopped by now.

“You can leave anytime asshole,” she huffed, blowing wisps of curls from her face. He was still trying to get the same fucking answer from her, an answer she was never going to give.

“Again!” he snapped, bringing the soft leather whip down hard across her bare ass. She screamed, thrashing violently against the restraint. “Who tried to help you? Give me his name!” Murph yelled. He knew she was close to breaking, she already told them almost everything they’d found in her background check.

“Tell me how you got my implant out and I’ll give you a name,” Morgan countered, kicking her leg back at him.

“This is not a fucking negotiation,” Murph growled, grabbing her ass roughly. He wasn’t about to tell her that they drugged her, fucked her and then forced her into the fertility examination. She was already a fucking handful, he could never tell her about half of what they’ve done to her behind her back.

“Then you can eat a dick Joe!” she screamed.

She was exhausted, they were pushing her way past her limits with this interrogation and it showed. She thought she could handle this but they were going harder than anticipated.

She already told them more than she wanted to; relenting after hours of spankings, rough fucking and heavy restraints. The only things she’s been able to keep secret are that she’s a Dove and anything about Patty. She couldn’t believe they were being so harsh on her, she never expected an actual interrogation.

“We should have never humored your bad behavior because now your attitude is impossible to correct,” Murph said, pressing his hips into her ass.

“Blah, blah, blah,” she mocked, taunting him. Murph dug his fingers into her left hip as he took his semi-hard cock out of his boxers. Pressing his cockhead against her asshole, he felt her immediately tense up.

“Keep talking Morgan and see if I don’t tear your ass up again,” he warned.

He has been personally interrogating her the past two hours, getting to know how she responds to all types of stressors.

Fucking her nonstop in only her beautiful ass, he was actually having a great time. He was only acting impatient and angry to keep her on edge. In reality, he was enjoying her interrogation, finding that he was more sadistic than he originally thought.

He loved hearing her beg him to play with her pussy, something he would not do until she answered his questions. He hasn’t touched her clit once and has stopped her from cumming almost a dozen times. She struggled with being controlled and sexually frustrated, they’d found that this was the fastest way to break down her defenses.

Teases hated being teased after all.

“I know you’re a contractor for the liberals so tell me what I want to fucking hear,” Murph hissed. “If you keep playing tough then maybe I will start treating you like I treat all my other POWs.”

She kicked her leg back sharply, connecting her heel squarely with his balls. The force behind it knocked him backwards, right onto his ass. “Fuck!” he roared, writhing on the floor.

“Don’t ever fucking threaten me again!” Morgan screamed, struggling to break free from the pillory.

“You will regret that slave,” Murph snarled, moving to stand up.

“Oh, I’m ‘slave’ again? That’s not my fucking name Joe!” she yelled.

Murph hooked his arm under her hips, lifting her ass off the ground. Bringing his open palm up fast, he smacked her pussy lips hard.

“Bad Slave!”

She screamed, the sudden contact proving too much for her. He saw an opportunity to break her and quickly started rubbing her sensitive clit, confusing her senses.

“Tell me and I promise to let you cum,” he coaxed, watching her struggle again. He slipped a finger into her burning hot pussy, feeling her silken sheath envelop it. She was as hot as the pits of Hell and he wanted nothing more than to be damned to her for all eternity.

‘Just fucking break baby,’ he thought, holding her squirming body still.

She whimpered, her voice finally cracking after hours of this torture. “Joe… I…,” she paused considering any other lies she could tell. She sighed, realizing she was backed into a corner on this.

“It was… him. His name is… Jack. He was just trying to help me,” she lied. She knew she just secured Jack’s death sentence with those words. She was sure they had him locked in another room, ripping his fingers and toes off one by one. She felt awful for lying but she couldn’t risk Joe finding out about Patty.

Being a Military Commander, he knew about Doves and has probably enslaved a few before. For the most part, Conservatives saw Doves as annoying liabilities. Too headstrong and disobedient to have as regular slaves but also too fertile and healthy to kill indiscriminately.

But make no mistake, they did kill Doves. Especially ones like her that were sent to conduct orders against them.

“Who is he to you?” Murph asked, pushing a second finger into her pussy. He started to slowly pump into her, rubbing his thumb against her tender rosebud. He already sent Lead Captain Smyth out with multiple teams to look for Jack after he escaped. With orders to kill and not capture, Murph didn’t expect to see him alive again.

“He was my training partner at a Combat Camp,” she replied, squirming away from his fingers. “He’s a good man that saw you two fucking abusing me and tried to help,” Morgan continued, hoping she could make him feel bad. She wasn’t optimistic though, Joe had no sympathy when it came to anyone, let alone his enemies.

“Tell me the rest…” he pressed, pumping his fingers into her pussy harder.

“There isn’t anything else!”

“You have a full black out on some of your information. Tell me the rest Morgan.”

She groaned, struggling in the pillory, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. What else do you fucking want from me?!”

“The truth,” he replied calmly, alternating his fingers between pumping into her and rubbing her sensitive clit. “You are not being honest with me.”

Morgan groaned louder, kicking her legs as he held her ass up in the air, his fingers expertly playing with her pussy.

“I can’t…”

“You will,” he ordered.

“No!” she screamed. “I told you everything now let me fucking go!”

Murph laughed, rubbing both fingers along her g-spot. For all her bluster she was not nearly as strong a prisoner as she’d like to believe. If they actually wanted to torture her, she would have broken within a half hour.

“You and I both know you’re special. That’s part of why I am being so soft with you, I know you will tell me who you are,” he said, kissing up her spine as he held her hips.

“I can’t… No more Joe!” she gasped, responding to his fingers inside of her. Slowly pulling them out, he rubbed her clit, feeling the little nub emerge from under its hood. Her entire body shook, jerking hard as she responded to his touch.

“You can’t hide anything from me and you don’t get to have secrets anymore,” he said, rubbing her clit faster. She whimpered, gritting her teeth as she shook her head ‘No’ vigorously.

“We are almost there baby…,” he cooed. He knew she was so close, he could feel her body losing control. He loved her feistiness, it was very endearing to him. But in the end, she was still a woman and by virtue weak and vulnerable. She needed to be enslaved for her own good and they needed to know what to expect from her as their property.

“Tell me!”

He rolled her clit between his fingers and she lost the last bit of control she had left. Screaming loud enough for the entire building to hear, she finally shattered.

“Dove! I’m a fucking Dove!” she screamed, shaking violently. “I… I used to help the UPP free infertile slaves. Go ahead and fucking kill me already you piece of shit.”

He has tortured many men before and knew how to do it efficiently. Breaking a woman without actually causing her harm was much more difficult but he still managed to do it within a few hours.

“A Dove…,” he responded softly. “I should have fucking known.” Cocking his head to the side, he looked toward CGB standing quietly in the doorway, watching them.

“Did you hear that? Looks like our little girl is a birdy afterall,” Murph laughed, slapping her ass. CGB walked into the room with a scowl on his face. He did not like Doves and was upset to learn that she was one.

As a Captain General, he’s run into a handful of Doves over the years. They’ve always been attractive, none to him as much as Morgan but the type of woman it took to be one was always very appealing. The problem was that Doves were trained to manipulate men, it was hard to tell what was genuine and what wasn’t with them.

Morgan was no different; headstrong and built for breeding she was the hallmark of a Dove. They chose beautiful, fertile women for a reason; to make it as difficult as possible for Conservative men to kill them. He should have seen it the moment she killed those fucks in the woods. Only a Dove could murder men so mercilessly over an infertile whore.

“Were you sent here to conduct a Mission?” CGB asked in a low voice.

Morgan tried to turn her head to see him but it was locked in place. “You fucking enslaved me remember? I was heading West when I was stopped by your men and now you fucks won’t let me go!” she lied. She needed to salvage as much of her story as she could.

Murph looked to CGB with a smile and nodded in agreement. She was right. He knew from the moment he found her that she didn’t want to stay on the Compound but he didn’t care. He wanted her so kept her and now he knew why she’s been such a pain in the ass.

She was forced to sleep with her worst enemy, which for Murph, made enslaving her even hotter.

He also knew what to do to keep her down.

All Doves had the same basic weakness that always worked against them. A Dove would never terminate a child as they were the most conservative subsect of the Progressives. They valued all innocent life, to a fault and as much as she was willing to take birth control she would never get an abortion on an actual child.

No Dove ever has.

Once she is pregnant he knows she won’t try to play Wonder Woman either as it would directly risk harming the babe. He smiled gleefully at the thought; he wanted nothing more than for her to be barefoot and pregnant at home, available to him anytime he wants.

“You will need more extensive training, Doves don’t assimilate well,” CGB gruffed, running his hand through her long hair. She cringed away from his touch, loathing the training he was hinting at. CGB promised himself that he would focus on instilling some fucking fear into her. She needed to understand that if she disobeys them and falls into the wrong hands, especially as a branded Dove, they will certainly rape, abuse and torture her.

Then probably kill her for not submitting to them.

Once stripped of her weapons and ability to manipulate, she was just as powerless as any other slave. She just also had the misfortune of wearing their brands, making her invaluable to enemies and traitors alike.

With all the horrible things they’ve done, both on and off the battlefield, they had good reason to fear for her safety. Up until recently, neither of them had any real weaknesses.

Now they both shared the same beautiful, disobedient, loudmouthed one. A spitfire slave that also happened to be a little weapon of mass destruction all on her own.

A sharp knock against the bedroom door turned their attention from her. Murph stood, opening it to Squad Leader Mills. “I’m sorry to disrupt you Commander but Captain General Kelly of Virginia is here to meet with you.”

“What? Meet as in he’s here person?!“ Murph asked, confused. “Did you summon Virginia for something?” he shouted to CGB from the doorway.

Looking up from Morgan, his face twisted in return, “No.”

Murph frowned pulling on some pants, “I’ll go see what he wants.”

Unlatching the cushioned frame; CGB freed Morgan’s head and hands, lifting her up into his arms. He kissed her lips tenderly as he carried her over to the bed, laying her down onto her back.

“Why fight us all this time Kitty? You could have told me you were a Dove. You can tell me anything.”

She whimpered softly, utterly exhausted and defeated. She didn’t know what to believe anymore, she expected them to tear her apart once they found out she was a Dove. Instead, they actually stopped interrogating her and took her out of that fucking contraption.

CGB was angry with himself for not seeing what was so obvious from the start. He was so blinded by his lust for her that he ignored all the clear signs presented to him. He wasn’t angry with her though, he never really could be.

“I don’t believe you,” she whispered. She hated how he toyed with her emotions, as if he had a compassionate bone in his entire fucking body.

“No?” he asked, tilting his head down to her. He knelt between her open legs, running his fingers down her torso to her bare pussy. “You don’t think you can tell me anything?”

He leaned down to her sensitive dusky pink nipples and took one into his mouth. They were still raw from his attention this morning so he made sure to use his tongue to soothe them over, circling each teat gently.

She moaned, raising her chest up to meet his lips. She hated how badly her body needed him; how he used his hands, lips and cock to expertly strum her towards a long overdue release.

“I know I can’t tell you anything,” she groaned, pulling away from him again. She was fighting herself just as much as she was fighting him.

He took both of her heavy breasts in his hands again and continued suckling and kissing her nipples. “You will see…,” he whispered. “Just how much we care for you.” She didn’t have the energy to fight him, her body and mind were both completely spent.

Kissing her softly, his hands wandered down to her shapely hips, lifting them up to meet his own. Her body was flushed pink and damp from sweat, she looked exhausted and vulnerable. He could feel his cock growing painfully hard at the sight of her.

The fading bruises were still visible on her neck, reminding him to control himself. He knew she was defenseless and seeing this side of his lioness made him feel even more protective of her. She looked so small under him, so easily breakable.

As much as he always did enjoy breaking his favorite toys, he didn’t want to hurt her.

In fact, it made him angry that she forced them to break her down to this point at all. She could have just told them she was a Dove from the beginning, there were worse things she could have been that he would have still accepted.

“Please Hunter…,” she begged, pulling him down to her lips. She kissed him lightly, almost hesitant to see how he responded back. He ran his hand up her neck into her hair, grasping it hard for a moment before petting her head softly. His other hand went down to her pussy, feeling her bare, slick lips.

“Do you want your Master’s cock slave?” he asked in a low, husky voice, looking directly into her eyes.

She bit her lower lip, looking back up at him nervously. “That’s not my name,” she whispered.

“I already told you…” he started, moving to cover her body with his own. “You are my slave when I have you on your back,” he continued, lining his hard cock up with her aching pussy. “On your knees…,” he whispered, rubbing his cockhead along her wet slit. “Or with your ass in the air,” he growled, ramming his cock forcefully all the way into her. She gasped, reeling from the impact as he grabbed onto her hips, pinning her down underneath him.

He thrust into her hard, fast and mercilessly, allowing himself full access to her tight pussy. She grabbed onto his broad shoulders, digging her nails into his thick muscles to brace herself.

“You are MY slave,” he growled into her ear. “You will ALWAYS tell me the truth!” She whimpered under him, her trembling body yielding to his. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she tried her best to hold on tight.

“Who am I slave?!” he rasped, pumping into her pussy viciously. She let go of his shoulders to grab the bedsheets, pulling them taut as an orgasm crashed through her.

“Master! You’re my Master!” she screamed, completely falling apart. She didn’t want to fight him anymore, she happily rode the tsunami of built up desire. He growled in kind, holding her hips tight as his cock speared deeper into her.

“Say it again slave!” he ordered, feeling his balls twitch ready to fill her pussy. “Master!” she cried out as the pleasure overwhelmed her. She tried to meet his thrusts but he was going too hard and too fast.

She couldn’t keep up with him.

“Please…,” she begged, holding back onto him desperately. “Please… Master…”

He went wild; fucking her with animalistic fervor as his most basic nature took over. Her submission rang loud in his ears, fogging his mind to the point that he couldn’t think clearly.

“Fuck!” he roared, squeezing her tightly as he released thick jets of cum deep into her womb. He ground his hips against hers, forcing his cock as far into her pussy as possible to ensure she kept every bit inside. Her head fell back as screams of ecstasy escaped her against her will.

Her slave training was going well.

*********

Murph heard Morgan’s faint screams of pleasure as he sat at his desk. Glaring at Captain General Kelly, he was pissed that he stopped by unannounced for seemingly no good reason.

“Sounds like Barberi’s having fun with your new slave,” he laughed, lighting a cigar. CG Kelly was only a few years older than Murph but looked like he could be in his early 50’s. He had salt and pepper hair at his temples and weathered black eyes. His permanent 5 o’clock shadow only added to his rugged look.

“We both were up until about 10 minutes ago,” Murph complained, sulking at the fact that he didn’t get to finish with her.

“I don’t blame you, I saw your branding ceremony,” he said with a sly grin.

Murph took out a bottle of Bourbon from his desk pouring them both a tall glass.

“So what brings you here brother?”

CG Kelly frowned, taking a deep drag from his cigar. “My youngest son Elliot was taken by the UPP two days ago. They sent him back after a few hours of fucking with me with one message. He was told to ask Daddy to stop helping West Virginia.”

Murph paused, looking up enraged, “They took your child to intimidate you?”

“They did.”

“And it was because you helped us?” Murph continued, handing him the glass.

“So it seems,” CG Kelly responded.

Murph couldn’t believe the depths of depravity those cunts would sink too.

“What are you two doing over here that’s got their skirts so riled up?” CG Kelly asked, finishing his drink in a few swigs.

Murph poured him another as he mulled over the question. “It could have something to do with ‘Jack’ their fag*ot Commander that just escaped from us.”

CG Kelly raised an eyebrow, “Escaped?”

“For now,” Murph confirmed. “Smyth’s out hunting him with some of our best as we speak.”

“Well, I’m here to strategize a joint attack with you to retaliate properly. With how dirty those fucks are playing, CG Reynolds thought it would be best if I came up here unannounced and in person. I’ve got a few days to spare and a lot of firepower to dispose of.”

Murph smiled, handing CG Kelly another full glass of Bourbon. “We will set you up in the guest Cabin. Do you want Pamela or maybe Rose?”

CG Kelly shook his head, downing half the glass in one gulp. He was one of the only men that could match Murph when it came to putting them back.

“After Stacy passed I can’t look at blondes anymore. I’ve only got one love now,” he said tipping the glass back to his lips.

“We have a guest room in my house or even CGB’s if you’d prefer. There’s always space here but Morgan is going through her slave training so you’re going to hear a lot of that.”

“I don’t mind,” he laughed, moving to stand up. “It brings back fond memories.”

The door to Murph’s office swung open and CGB walked in with a wide smile. “Who the fuck let you in here?”

“Ah! You fucking asshole!” CG Kelly exclaimed, pulling CGB in for a friendly hug. “Finally done screwing your brains out enough to say Hello?”

“Never done but here I am,” he replied, smiling.

Murph caught CGB up on why CG Kelly was visiting for the next few days.

“Elliot’s only like 2 years old right?” CGB asked.

“Yeah. He’s just a baby, still in the nursery with the girls. So the libs steal babies on top of fucking murdering them now,” he responded, offering CGB a cigar.

“I’m not surprised, they’re fucking disgusting,” CGB said, accepting it.

CG Kelly’s cell phone suddenly went off. Looking down at the phone, he sighed heavily, “I have to take this, do you have a room?”

Murph led him across the hall to a private office to have his conversation.

“Report?” asked a deep voice on the other end of the line.

“Things are pretty calm here,” CG Kelly responded, unbuttoning his collar. “They were just training their slave, all their posts were guarded, everyone is stationed as they should be. Things are fucking fine Wagner, you are wasting my goddamn time!” he growled, annoyed.

“You owe me a favor and I am calling it in Kelly. They’ve had major problems up there recently and need a drop-in. Besides, I was asked by Hank Guillo’s brother to have someone check out that negra slave. They say she’s running wild up there, going around completely unchecked. Got the boys fucked into complacency so I want you to do an assessment. Just watch her for a few days, blow some shit up and report back to me when you’re in Virginia again,” barked CG Wagner.

“You should watch your tone motherfucker, you don’t get to tell me to do jack shit. I like these two way more than I’ve ever liked you. Barberi’s like a brother to me and he’s never had poor judgement. If there’s anything to report back, I’ll let you know. Don’t fucking call me again,” Kelly snarled, hanging up abruptly.

Kelly didn’t like spying on his brothers, especially for an asshole like CG Wagner. If he didn’t owe him this fucking favor he would have never agreed to this trecherous shit.

He hasn’t seen anything out of the ordinary and knew he wasn’t going to. He planned on reporting CG Wagner to the Command Table for abusing their Code of Conduct as soon as these few days were up.

********

AJ nearly jumped out of her skin as Squad Leader Mills barged into her bedroom. She was brushing her long brown hair quietly at her vanity, getting ready to go to sleep for the night.

“Get up slave. Miss O’Bryan is requesting your services again tonight,” Mills ordered, standing in front of her. AJ stood up quickly, excited to see Morgan again. She was getting worried with all the screaming she heard today between Morgan and her Masters. AJ wasn’t sure if they would let her spend the night again.

“There is also a guest staying in the building that you will be available for. Should he ask for you…,” Mills continued quietly.

“A guest?” AJ asked timidly.

“Captain General Kelly of Virginia is visiting for a few days. He is staying here and is aware that you are available to him,” Mills responded bluntly. “You should know this stuff by now,” he said, looking at her impatiently.

“I… I’m sorry, Sir. I guess… I, I’m just not used to all of this. I wouldn’t normally be available to any guests like him,” she replied.

Mills walked up to AJ and touched her delicate shoulder lightly. “Well I wouldn’t worry about it too much. He’s out getting trashed with the Commanders right now, so you’re probably clear for the night.”

AJ smiled up at him, her blue eyes shining with a youthful innocence Mills forgot existed. He was caught off guard by his attraction to her. She was much too pure to be in this place and was treated way harsher than she should be.

Unlike that fucking skank Morgan, AJ was obedient and demure. She didn’t have the same body but she had more than enough to keep any man happy. Plus the lack of bad attitude was well worth the smaller tits.

Mills wondered if he could request her for himself.

AJ walked with Mills down the hall to Morgan’s room quietly, feeling goosebumps start to prickle her skin. She saw Morgan waiting for her outside her bedroom door, wearing a short fluffy white robe. Freshly showered and smiling mischievously she looked great, especially considering how horrible her training sounded earlier.

“Finally!” she exclaimed, pulling AJ away from Mills into an embrace.

“I’ve only been gone a minute,” Mills responded sarcastically.

“Not you jackass,” Morgan hissed.

“Oh? Well then have a good…”

“Go Away!” Morgan yelled, slamming the door in his face. Mills clenched his teeth, wishing he could tear the damn door off its hinges. He had enjoyed listening to her screaming all day, it was a shame the Commander’s stopped abusing her for the night to go out drinking.

Morgan turned from the bedroom door to AJ, opening her bathrobe up. AJ felt her heart skip at the sight of her voluptuous body. Wearing a lace red bra and thong paired with silky black thigh high stockings, she looked like she was about to star in one of AJ’s most intimate fantasies.

The one playing out right now.

Reaching into her deep bra cup, Morgan pulled out a cell phone, turning it on. Still smiling, she looked through it, searching for a phone number she had called before.

“I left this here last time they had me locked in this shithole,” she said, slipping the fluffy white robe completely off her body.

AJ stared at her, not really hearing anything she was saying. She watched drops of water fall from her long curls down onto her damp light brown skin. Her big breasts were barely covered by the red lace cups of her bra. The small thong she wore rode high up on her hips, biting into her soft skin as it tightly hugged her curves.

Morgan dialed a number and put the phone to her ear, listening for a response. Her brow furrowed in confusion when no one answered. She dialed a different number and waited for an automated message.

‘This is an automated recording designated for: Delta-Oscar-Victor-Echo Niner-Zero-Tree. Repeat, that was Dove 9-0-3. Follow this Protocol until further notice: J-7. Repeat: Follow Protocol J-7. This is an automated recording des…’

Morgan pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration, hanging up the phone. Protocol J-7 meant Patty was in the field for whatever reason and wasn’t available. The protocol dictated she call Patty’s superior for directives. Morgan already knew what her orders were, if she couldn’t talk directly with Patty then there was no reason to bother Marshall Agners.

Morgan sighed, moving toward a bookshelf to stash the cellphone again. AJ watched her go across the room, her full ass bouncing with every step she took.

AJ wanted to touch her so badly, she’s been thinking about what they did last night and wanted to do more. Feeling brazen; AJ moved toward her, reaching out to touch her shoulder. Before she could make contact, the sound of rowdy laughter boomed throughout the apartment, stopping her.

It was the Commanders, obviously wasted and enjoying themselves as they laughed and sang their way inside.

“Shit,” Morgan whispered, turning from the large bookshelf. AJ put her hand down, turning to face the door along with her.

“Kitty! Where are you?” yelled CGB, staggering into the apartment with Murph on his shoulder. Morgan rolled her eyes hearing the nickname, knowing they must be obliterated with how obnoxious they sounded.

“Stay here,” Morgan whispered to AJ. Tip-toeing out of the bedroom, she heard raucous laughter coming from the kitchen. Walking through the arcway of the common area, she found herself right in front of all three Commanders in just her skimpy lingerie.

“Oh Kitty, look at my Kitty,” CGB slurred, moving towards her. Morgan laughed at the sight of him, he was visibly hammered. They must have emptied the fucking bar out with how disheveled they appeared. She didn’t recognize the third man standing alone across the kitchen. He eyed her over slowly, his jet black eyes unusually clear and focused. He didn’t look nearly as drunk as Joe and Hunter.

CGB kissed her and she could taste the Whiskey on his lips. “So beautiful,” he mumbled, pawing at her breasts drunkily. She swatted away his hands as she walked up to Murph to give him a kiss. Just as drunk and frisky, he tasted like straight Bourbon and tried his best to grope her ass. She managed to evade them by coyly opening the fridge door and stepping behind it.

“Are you two hungry?” she asked, drawing their attention to the inside. After sufficiently distracting them with food, she turned her attention to the mysterious man standing quietly across the room.

“So, who the fuck are you?” she asked, walking up to him. He grinned down at her, amused that she would just approach him on her own. He knew who she was from watching her branding ceremony but seeing her in person was something else.

CG Reynolds didn’t believe Barberi, a notorious nig*er killer, could actually fall for a half-breed slave. CG Kelly knew he could because they liked the same kind of bitches. He hadn’t seen a set of tits like hers since his late slave Stacy and she only had them when she was carrying Elliot. Before she died in delivery, CGB asked Kelly if he actually loved her, knowing she was having complications. She was a stacked little vixen that never listened to him and didn’t seem to fully grasp that she was no longer free.

She was also the love of his life.

After Elliot was born he couldn’t sleep with another blonde again. He just started fucking slaves a few months ago and after seeing her ceremony was considering branding another slave himself.

“Captain General Kelly of Virginia,” he said, taking her small hand in his. “Nice to meet you Kitty.” She went to shake but he raised her hand to his lips, kissing it instead. He held her fingers firm as she tried to pull them away, staring her down silently. She narrowed her eyes at him in response, ripping her hand from his lips in disgust.

“My name is Morgan, not Kitty,” she snapped. “Are you the reason they are so fucked up?” she asked, eyeing Murph and CGB drunkenly rummaging through the fridge.

“I’m afraid so,” he said moving closer to her. She didn’t like how he looked at her, undressing her with his eyes. Maybe it was because no one else ever had the ability to openly gawk at her. Something about him being the same rank as Joe and Hunter made her feel really uneasy.

“You have quite a body slave,” he said, looking behind her.

“What is fucking wrong with you assholes? I just told you my name was Morgan. Also, don’t look at me, none of this is for you,” she hissed, turning so he couldn’t see her ass.

“Shy? That’s surprising for a negra,” he continued, reaching out to touch her long curly hair.

“Neg..? Don’t fucking touch me!” she snapped, raising her voice.

“Be good Morgan!” Murph yelled from across the kitchen.

“I bet you’re never good,” CG Kelly whispered in her ear, touching her hair again. Morgan looked at him incredulously, unsure if he was testing her or what.

She decided that she didn’t care.

Turning quickly, she grabbed his wrist, twisting it hard away from her. “I said don’t fucking touch me cocksucker!”

He laughed, taking a step closer to her as she held onto him. “You’re lucky I’m not your Master you little bitch,” he spat, looking down at her. “I’d turn you out right here and now for that.”

“You couldn’t handle me old man,” she countered, letting go of his wrist to push back hard against his chest. He never had a slave challenge him like this, let alone a half-breed one at that. Now he understood her appeal to Barberi.

She was fun to play with.

He grabbed her arms in return, holding her in place. “We will see about that. You’ve only been dealing with these two nice country boys up until now.”

She looked up at him infuriated, pulling away from his hold.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?!”

He pulled her body closer to his, leering down at her menacingly. “Your superior in every way. You’re a slave that’s only good for taking cock and making sons. That’s it.”

Growling low, she bristled with anger, tearing her arms out of his grasp. “Like your shriveled, old, pencil dick could put a son in anyone,” she taunted. “The last time you got it up, we were still in the United States. Go fuck yourself.”

Turning on her toes, she walked away from him before he could respond, taking the last word. Swaying her hips, she wrapped her arms around Murph’s neck making sure to bend over to give that loser a view.

“I’m going back to bed Joe,” she whispered into his ear, looking back at CG Kelly suspiciously. He stared right back at her with a crooked grin, making her feel oddly uncomfortable. Murph kissed her back affectionately, taking out food from the fridge, “Okay baby.”

“Come say bye,” Hunter demanded, stumbling toward her from the cabinets with a lucid smile. She went over to him as well, giving him a kiss before turning from them both to leave the room. Looking back over her shoulder at CG Kelly, she felt his dark eyes on her every step of the way.

‘Who is this guy?’ she wondered, heading back to the bedroom.

********

CG Kelly watched her leave the kitchen and adjusted his pants. She was a hot little thing for sure, the perfect little bitch take out a long day of frustration on.

Her branded hips made her untouchable to a certain extent but there were other ways to correct a disobedient slave.

After eating, laughing and drinking some more both Murph and CGB succumbed to the excitement. Passing out on the kitchen island and floor respectively, they were oblivious to the fact that CG Kelly was completely sober and has been since he switched out vodka for water a few hours ago.

He checked the time, it was almost sunrise at 4:42am.

The residence was quiet and dark, only Squad Leader Mills remained in the common area and he was fast asleep on one of the sofas. Walking quietly, CG Kelly approached a bedroom door, finding it cracked open. Peeking inside, he saw Morgan intertwined with another woman, sleeping peacefully in a large canopy bed.

Walking up to the foot of the bed he looked down at them. Morgan held the smaller one affectionately, snuggling her into her large bosom as they both slept soundly. CG Kelly studied the pale slave beside her, with silky brown hair and a beautiful doll-like face she must be the one Murph offered him earlier.

He smiled sinisterly at them, this was a very clear weakness for the little negra. One he did not see coming at all.

“Sir…?”

He turned to see Squad Leader Mills behind him in the doorway, eyeing him skeptically. Stumbling back from the bed, Kelly sloshed toward him, immediately conveying his ‘inebriation’ to Mills.

Mills sighed, understanding the message as the Commander made his way to him in the dark.

“Mills, bring my whore down for me will ya? I don’t want to wake up that loudmouthed bitch,” he slurred, stumbling past him.

Mills was torn; he was happy someone else saw through Morgan’s bullshit but was upset that the Commander actually wanted to use AJ. He was hoping he would just pass out for the night.

“Of course, Sir.”

******

Jack sat hidden on a high branch within a thick evergreen tree watching the sun peak over the black horizon. He could see the dimly lit outer perimeter of the North Quadrant and knew he was almost off the Compound. He has been dodging troops all night, running non-stop to avoid them.

Jack saw movement along the forest floor and held his breath. Lead Captain Smyth has been closely tracking him since his escape and got dangerously close to putting a bullet between his eyes a few times already.

He watched a flash of pale skin dart through the foliage, followed by a long brown ponytail.

‘A runaway slave?’ Jack wondered, climbing down from the tree. He could hear branches snapping under the runners’ feet as she sprinted toward the heart of the Compound.

Moments later the woman screamed, the sound of Lead Captain Smyth’s voice followed soon after.

“What the fuck are you doing out here slave?”

Jack heard a feminine voice respond but couldn’t make out her words. Taking out his pistol he moved toward them. Jack saw a beautiful, mature woman being handcuffed by Smyth and led in the opposite direction. Jack considered if he should intervene, last time he did it did not end well for anyone.

Learning from his past mistakes, he turned toward the perimeter, sprinting to the edge of the Compound. He would come back with reinforcements for all of them and he wouldn’t fucking fail again.

************

AJ rubbed her eyes groggily as she walked beside Mills. It was really early in the morning and she wasn’t sure what was going on. She was woken up suddenly and told she was being summoned. It wasn’t until she got outside of the bedroom door that she realized it was the guest that was requesting her for use.

“Do whatever he asks of you. He can be a mean one…,” Mills said quietly, knocking on the door twice before walking away from her without another word.

AJ stood frozen as CG Kelly appeared, looking down his nose at her with a half smile.

“Come in little slave.”

AJ walked into the room feeling her stomach knot. She had forgotten how awful this feeling was, the anticipation before she had to submit to one of these jerks. AJ preferred the softness of Morgan but could appreciate the hard body of a good man.

She just didn’t like THESE men, they were all awful to her and never tried to please her. AJ slowly took off her slip dress exposing her body to Kelly as she stood in front of him.

He looked her over quietly, sitting down on the edge of his large bed. Patting his lap softly, he motioned for her to sit down.

She obliged, sitting perched on his muscular thigh. She could feel his thick cock growing hard through his boxers right against her ass.

“What is your name?”

“Ali… AJ, Sir…,” she responded, shifting uncomfortably. He wrapped an arm around her, cupping her small perky breasts in his hand.

“You are close to the negra correct?” he asked, pinching her nipple. She winced, pulling away from his fingers.

“Yes…, Sir. I… I swear I am doing as they ordered.”

“As they ordered?” he asked, pinching her nipple even harder.

AJ whimpered in pain, squirming in his lap. “Her Masters… they ordered me to get close to her. We are good friends now I swear,” she said, pulling away from him.

Kelly wrapped his fist in her hair, jerking her head back hard. “Don’t pull away from me again slave.”

She gasped, feeling her scalp sting from his rough handling. He pulled her head closer to his and kissed her, completely overpowering her mouth with his.

“Why did her Masters ask you to get close to her?” he asked, moving AJ to lay on her back underneath him.

AJ looked up terrified, unsure if she should risk withholding any information from him. He was a Captain General afterall, he could do almost anything to her without repercussions.

“They didn’t say Sir…,” she confessed. “They just told me to get close to her and to tell them anything she does.” He wrapped his hand around her neck and began kissing her breasts softly. AJ fought the urge to withdraw from him as he lightly squeezed her throat.

“You must be a good girl… to be trusted with such a responsibility.”

AJ was frozen in fear, unsure why this Commander wanted to know so much about Morgan. He bit down on her small nipple, eliciting a yelp from her. Moving on top of her, his body completely covered her own, pressing her down into the mattress.

“You’re going to continue to be a good girl and do something for me little slave,” he whispered into her ear. She whimpered softly, closing her eyes tight as his hot breath crawled down her neck.

His hands went to her pussy and to his surprise she was wet. He rubbed her clit and felt her small body twist under him. Squeezing her neck harder, he rubbed her clit at the same time, turning her on and scaring her all at once.

“Will you be a good girl for me AJ?” he rasped, lining his hard cock up with her pussy. She lifted her hips, opening her legs wider for him.

“Yes, Sir…,” she whimpered, feeling him press into her. His cock was thick, too thick for her to comfortably enjoy.

Thankfully he went slow, removing his hand from her neck and focusing his attention on her pussy. Rubbing her sensitive lips, he slowly inched into her.

“You are going to pass whatever you learn right along to me and you’re not going to tell a soul that you did.”

He pushed deeper into her, filling her tight pussy with his meaty cock. She whimpered, realizing he was asking her to spy on Morgan too.

She didn’t like the feeling of being overfilled, it was uncomfortable and too much for her.

AJ pulled away from him, trying her best to adjust her body from underneath his hold. In an instant, his hand slammed back down onto her neck, completely restricting her airflow.

“What did I fucking tell you…,” he growled, slamming his cock into her. She screamed loud, afraid of suffocating and in shock from his hard thrust. He laughed, thrusting into her faster, enjoying the flashes of pain that crossed her beautiful face with each push.

CG Kelly didn’t mind when his slaves screamed so he let go of her neck, grabbing onto her long brown hair. Another pained screamed left her, spurring him on even more.

He was getting into a good rhythm when he heard a faint crashing noise followed by his bedroom door bursting open.

“Get off of her!” Morgan screamed, lunging for him. Mills followed close behind her but was too slow. She jumped onto CG Kelly’s back, pulling him off AJ by his throat.

Clawing at his neck, she squeezed down hard, choking him. “Pick on someone your own size cocksucker,” she hissed into his ear. He grabbed both of her hands, pulling her entire body over his in one hard yank. They both fell to the hardwood floor, with him naked and on top of her. It was only then that he realized she was also naked and still holding onto his neck.

“Let go of me you fucking whore,” he rasped, glaring down at her.

“Get off me first, pencil dick,” she sneered, smirking up at him.

Pulling her hands from his neck, he held them in one fist using his other hand to grab her bare breast roughly. He squeezed her hard, molesting her as he heard CGB approaching.

“You’ll pay for that you little fucking bitch,” he whispered, letting go of her as CGB entered the room.

“What the fuck is going on in here?”

********

Patty had forgotten how intense slave training could be. She had been a free woman for so long that it was hard for her to adjust to being back in this position.

The Breeding Cabins on this Compound were beautiful but very deceiving. Inside the Training Cabin specifically, slaves were fucked by soldiers over and over again until desirable behaviors were conditioned into them. The initial training was sometimes done with a surge of fertility drugs and hormones to kick start the process for combative slaves.

Patty was right on the edge of menopause but hadn’t quite hit it yet. She was protected by the Depo Provera but it was not foolproof. With enough fertility drugs pumped into her they could probably counteract the shot enough to have a fighting chance at knocking her up.

Patty knew her compliance ensured they wouldn’t have to bother drugging her. She expected to be captured early on so she stashed the birth control shots in a secluded spot that she could return to. She needed to find Morgan first before she risked carrying any drugs around.

To Patty’s dismay, she found Morgan much faster than she thought she would. Naked, gagged and restrained to a criss-cross post, Morgan was visibly livid.

She was right in the middle of the Main Hall, surrounded by guards and three different Conservative Commanders. Patty immediately recognized CG Kelly of Viriginia, she hadn’t seen him in awhile but he looked exactly the same.

He was an evil bastard just like the rest of them, it was a shame he was here at all.

Patty saw that Morgan was being forced to face another slave. She was a pale girl, bound to a leather mount while being fucked at either side by two large soldiers. She appeared to be enjoying it, moaning and begging for more, her small body meeting theirs eagerly. Patty chalked her enthusiasm up to the drugs they probably shot into her.

Morgan turned her head from AJ and locked eyes with Patty as she was brought into the Main Hall. Morgan’s eyes widened and she squirmed, trying desperately to talk through her gag.

Patty shook her head, trying to disway Morgan from bringing any attention to her. Patty was prepared to go through the motions but she didn’t know it would happen in front of Morgan. Morgan was already on edge from seeing AJ get fucked, having Patty appear out of nowhere was too much for her.

She lost it.

Thrashing wildly, Morgan screamed through her gag, demanding their attention.

“Alright. I’ve had enough,” Murph said, walking away from her. Returning a moment later, he motioned for the physician beside him to proceed.

Approaching her bound arms cautiously, the physician took out a needle, administering a specific cocktail of drugs to her for the best chances of conceiving. CGB stood beside him holding her still as she violently twisted and pulled at her restraints.

Her anger radiated off her body, pulsing through the air like concentrated heat. It took a few moments for her to respond to the hormones, cooling her down and turning her on at the same time.

“You’re going to obey us or you will watch her get fucked by the rest of the platoon,” Murph promised, turning her head to face him.

Her brown eyes hazed over as she fought the drugs they just injected her with. Her body quickly betrayed her though, feeling the chemicals counter her natural desire to fight. CGB undid the restraint behind her, pulling her down from the post.

He quickly placed her on a leather mount right beside AJ, moving behind her to lock her limbs in place. She looked to her right and saw AJ deep throating a soldier while another fucked her ass. Morgan hated how hot the sight made her and knew it was because of the drugs.

“You will join her soon Kitty,” CGB whispered from behind, rubbing his cock up and down her wet slit. Murph moved in front of her, wrapping his hands in her long hair.

Morgan struggled between them; there were too many people around. Soldier’s were walking in and out of the Main Hall with many stopping to see what was going on.

Captain General Kelly smiled from the sidelines appreciating his handiwork. He wanted her humiliated and suggested for them do this to get her back under control. He assessed that she needed an attitude adjustment, a reminder that her pretty pussy does not guarantee anything but her safety.

Her wellbeing was a totally different story.

She felt like she was given a straight shot of MDMA. Her entire body craved human contact; she now wanted the hands she would normally push away all over her. She ground her teeth looking over at CG Kelly in anger. He smiled smugly, lighting a cigar as he watched CGB enter her pussy from behind.

What a fucking view.

Murph grabbed her jaw forcing her mouth open to put his cock down her throat. He didn’t need to worry about a mouth guard, she eagerly sucked him as soon as his cock touched her lips. Although she may try to fight them internally, her body could not deny them any longer.

Just like AJ, she happily took their cocks in front of dozens of soldiers, eager to please them in every way. While Murph fucked her throat with abandon, CGB jackhammered into her tight pussy enjoying the erotic sight before him.

They were told about how she acted around Hank which may or may not have made him want to murder her. Although Hank deserved the brutal death he was given, Morgan’s instigation definitely made the situation worse.

Showing his men that they were willing to put her back in her place was good for morale and easy for him to do. Pumping her full of drugs was a necessary part of the process to make sure she didn’t get hurt from fighting them too hard.

CGB looked down at her on the mount grabbing her round ass firmly. He watched his cock glide into her pink pussy, pulling it taut with each stroke. She was wet and impossibly tight, her small body always tried to accommodate them but was never quite able to.

Murph had to pull out of her mouth, he was too close to cumming. Her tongue working his cock while he pounded the back of her throat was incredible. He didn’t think he would be into this since he didn’t like the branding ceremony too much with his brothers watching.

But to his surprise it was much easier fucking her in front if his subordinates. Unlike with his peers, Murph was able to relax and enjoy himself knowing that his only equal was CG Kelly.

CG Kelly was enjoying the show too and felt his cock straining to be in a pussy of its own. Even though he wanted to take Barberi’s place and tear that bitch apart, another whore will have to do for now. He looked around the Hall and saw a nice set of tits on a brunette. Lead Captain Smyth was bringing her inside and they locked eyes for a moment.

She didn’t look scared, considering she was handcuffed and being brought into a nightmare situation. She looked experienced and poised, almost like she had some type of previous slave training.

He approached her, pleased to see how beautiful she was as he got closer. She was his age, a mature woman with a beautiful body that she maintained very well.

“Come here,” he demanded, standing a foot away from her. Smyth released her hands, letting her move forward freely. CG Kelly reached behind her, grabbing hold of her cuffs as he lifted her to straddle his hips. She jumped onto him without hesitation, knowing exactly what he wanted. He carried her back across the room, kissing her hungrily as he pressed her body against his.

Patty was hoping beyond hope that the Commander wouldn’t fuck her beside Morgan. Somehow she knew from the moment he looked at her that that was his intention.

Sure enough, Patty was carried over onto a leather mount to the left of Morgan and strapped in. CG Kelly stood behind her, caressing her milky ass while looking over at Barberi fucking Morgan’s pussy. He imagined his cock pistoning into her as he pushed her forcefully into the ground. He didn’t want to have sex with her, he wanted to fucking rape her. Hard and obscene so she never forgot her place as a slave again.

Patty felt the Commander’s cock pushing against her pussy. She took a deep breath, bracing herself as he impaled her with his entire length. Patty groaned roughly, trying hard to relax but wasn’t able to. He was a big man and was really angry for some reason, slamming into her without any foreplay at all.

He dug his fingers into Patty’s ass and fucked her hard, pumping deep into her pussy.

Patty was sober so she picked up on the jeers and hollers coming from soldiers in the crowd, encouraging the Commanders to fuck them harder. She looked over and saw CG Barberi cumming into Morgan’s pussy, pushing his cock all the way into her before pulling out with a pleased sigh.

Patty watched Murph take his cock from her mouth and move behind her, replacing CG Barberi at her pussy. Patty felt her own pussy responding to the cock inside of it, making her raise her ass to meet his thrusts.

“Good slave,” CG Kelly responded, fucking her harder. Reaching under her, he grabbed her hanging tits, groping them with both hands. Patty focused her efforts internally, massaging his cock from the inside to make both of them cum faster. Her pussy constricted around him in measured waves, giving him a noticeable sensation that he’d never felt before.

“Wow, what a treat you are,” he responded, turning his attention from Morgan’s pussy down to hers. Patty felt her own orgasm approaching as she heard CG Murph come into Morgan.

Growling loudly, he slammed into her, ripping screams of pleasure from her as she came right along with him. Patty was happy to see CG Murph playing with Morgan’s pussy to bring her to a bigger orgasm, a good sign that they aren’t completely awful to her.

A sizeable crowd of soldiers were cheering them on at this point. Now it was just Patty and CG Kelly left, fucking passionately with all eyes on them. Patty felt invigorated, arching her back to allow him the perfect angle to dive deep into her.

She was right on the edge of cumming when she made the mistake of opening her eyes. Dozens of soldiers were watching them, all talking about Patty and their plans for her. Patty felt a tinge of fear creep over her but it was quickly squashed when CG Kelly snarled behind her as he finally came deep inside of her pussy.

He was met with wild cheers of applause as the entire Training Cabin erupted in delight.

Patty moaned, feeling her own orgasm finally peak as she clamped down on his cock. It was intense, more intense than anything she experienced with Marshall Agners. CG Kelly pushed into her a few more times before pulling out of her now well fucked pussy.

“You can take back the little one, I’ll be keeping this slave while I’m here.”

**********

Ch 8 Retaliation

Morgan rolled around on the plush bed like an outstretched cat, enjoying the soft cotton against her bare skin. It took her a moment to realize she was actually in bed alone for once.

Her halo of brown curls were more of a bird’s nest this morning, probably from the drug induced chaos she experienced last night. All she wanted to do was jump into the shower and wash her body using the hottest water she could tolerate.

“My fucking head…,” she whispered, squeezing her eyes closed. Her brain was scattered, having been poisoned by a toxic mix of hormones and party drugs, she felt sick to her stomach.

Getting up, she immediately felt the vertigo as her brain hit the front of her skull. She hadn’t felt like this since college, she was probably still a little fucked up. She stumbled toward the master bathroom, her hand pressed firmly to her head.

She didn’t notice Hunter watching her silently from a leather armchair, his foreboding presence invisible in the shadows. She was too busy trying to walk a straight line, stumbling as her legs wobbled under her. She didn’t remember much from last night but she remembered enough.

Joe and Hunter humiliated her, fucked her in front of all of their soldiers and enslaved Patty on top of everything else.

Dragging her feet to the bathroom, Morgan went directly into the large granite shower, turning on the steaming hot jets. Within moments, the entire room was completely fogged up as the scalding water ran freely from every showerhead.

Hunter quietly slipped into the bathroom behind her, stalking her like targeted prey. He has been patiently waiting for her to wake up, letting her sleep in the hopes that she would be more cooperative with him. He needed to get her to the Med Lab before he left for Central Command this afternoon.

Slipping his boxers off, he opened the sliding glass door, leaving it ajar behind him. Admiring her curvy silhouette through the steam, he quietly entered the shower careful to not make any noise as he approached her. He loved seeing her wet and flushed, with soapy bubbles running down her sun-kissed skin.

He could stare at her all day.

Moving behind her, he wrapped his brawny arms around her waist, pulling her body up against his. She spun around quickly, slipping out of his grasp and pushing away from him.

“No,” she said, holding her hand up to him in warning.

“What do you mean ‘No’?” he asked, amused.

“Don’t fucking touch me Hunter,” she warned, posturing aggressively. Her small body was wound up tight and ready to spring at any provocation.

“You can’t deny me what’s already mine,” he said with a sly grin, moving towards her. She raised her fists up in response, moving her wet hair to the side so she could see him better.

“I will never be yours,” she spat. She was hurt, genuinely upset that he enjoyed humiliating her in front of everyone. She looked at his hard naked body, watching his cock grow at her obvious distress.

“Come here Kitty. I promise I’ll be gentle,” he coaxed, slowing closing the gap between them.

“I’m going to make you pay for this asshole,” she warned.

“Mmm, sure you will,” he taunted, slowly stroking his heavy cock from base to tip. “You know I have no problem taking what belongs to me. Taking you.”

He moved for her first, reaching for her arms to pull her closer. She dipped low, punching him twice in the stomach before moving out of his reach.

“That’s for last night,” she growled.

He doubled over, holding his solid abs as he laughed heartily in pain. His wet black hair concealed his sinister grin as the water ran over his head. Without warning, he rushed her like a bull, wrapping his arms around her entire body. Squeezing her tight, he yanked her up against him, lifting her off the wet tile and into the air.

“No!” she yelled, kicking violently. She was struggling but he had a solid grip around her, constricting her limbs.

“Oh, you’re so wet for me,” he teased, sliding her slippery body against his. “I knew you wanted this.”

“Why are you even fucking here? Shouldn’t you be off torturing small animals or something,” she hissed.

“Isn’t that what I’m doing Kitty?”

Carrying her in his arms, he left the shower running on full blast as they walked out into the bedroom completely soaking wet.

Morgan called him every name in the book as she thrashed violently in his arms. She didn’t want to fuck, she was angry with him and she was angry that she had absolutely no power in this situation.

“You think a little noise is going to stop me? You know how much I love when you scream,” he said, squeezing her body tighter against his. She was ready to attack him, eager to hurt him like he hurt her.

She just needed her moment.

“After I fill your little pussy with my cum, you’re going to see the physician for your high blood pressure,” he said, matter of factly. He could feel her entire body recoil, jerking so hard she actually slipped out of his arms and onto the floor. Without hesitation, he jumped on her, pinning her down underneath him before she could run.

“Stop it! You are fucking going,” he barked into her ear. Seeing her moment, she lifted her knee sharply, hitting him right between his legs. He rolled off her with a pained groan, giving her just enough time to make a run for the door. She sprinted, naked and soaking wet toward the only way out of the bedroom.

Unfortunately, he got to her in seconds, pulling her back by her waist like a rag doll.

“You hit me again after how nice I’ve been?” he sneered, squeezing her hard. She went to kick him but he swung her body up into his arms, cradling her securely. Squeezing her limbs together, he rubbed his face in her damp curly hair.

“Now I have to beat your little ass on top of bringing you down to the Med Lab,” he scolded, holding her small body tightly against his chest. “Don’t you even care how busy we are today? Your Masters’ would appreciate it if you fucking behaved yourself for once so we can focus on killing these liberal fags.”

“What are you talking about? What are you assholes planning?!”

He carried her over to a steel bar that came up to her hips and forced her to bend over it. Her hip bones pressed into the bar, lifting her ass off the ground when she leaned over.

“You know I can’t tell you anything, I wouldn’t want you to fly away and spread the word.”

Standing behind her, he used his legs to keep hers forced open.

“Who can I tell? You’ve kept me here this whole fucking time,” she countered, struggling on the bar as he pressed against her back.

His hands ran over her heavy breasts, pulling at her erect nipples. Squeezing the warm globes, he enjoyed that they overflowed from his palms. He could feel her steady heartbeat through her chest, hammering harder as his cock grew against her ass.

“Like that’s ever stopped you before,” he laughed, moving his hands down her taut stomach. “I know you have a phone in your room, you will not be making anymore calls out moving forward. You can’t and won’t hide anything from me but I can and will hide everything from you.”

‘How could he know?!’ she thought, panicking. ‘What else does he know?’

“You fucking bastard,” she hissed, trying to figure out how he could have found the phone that she hid so well.

“I know it’s not fair,” he continued, relishing the fact that she had no idea AJ was under their control. “But it’s for your own good.”

She pulled away from him but he held her firm, using his body to push her down over the bar. She felt like she was being mounted by a fucking polar bear.

“It’s a good thing I love punishing you,” he whispered, securing her spread ankles to either end of the steel bar. With his chest firmly against her back, he kept her bent over to lock her wrists in place, forcing her to stay in the exposed position.

“You are fucking evil,” she spat, her ass high in the air while her face was almost to the floor. He laughed, walking to a nearby table to grab a flogger. With how badly she’s been, he decided to use one with a much thicker hide. Running his hand through his wet black hair, he walked back over to her, enjoying the view of her vulnerable pussy and ass.

“Evil?” he said leaning down to her ear. “That’s far too kind a word Kitty.”

She screamed, shaking her head as he walked behind her, slapping her ass with his hand.

“I hate you!” she cried out, her voice still hoarse from last night.

“Don’t say that, you’re hurting my feelings,” he pouted, rubbing his large hands over her plump ass. Grabbing the meaty flesh of her asscheeks, he squeezed her roughly, biting his fingers into her skin. Kneeling behind her, he kissed each mound before licking her pussy lips from behind.

“No, don’t touch..,” she started, trying to fight the pleasure he was forcing on her. Ignoring her, he ran his long tongue slowly from her labia to her rosebud, making sure to get her completely wet along the way.

Returning to her pussy, he darted inside and out, enjoying the taste of her nectar as she started warming up to him. Swirling his tongue along her opening, he could feel her tight walls contract in excitement. She squirmed and struggled as he pressed his face into her, grabbing the steel bar to push his tongue further up her sheath.

Once he was satisfied that she was wet enough for him, he stood behind her again and began teasing her with his cockhead.

“Will you be a good girl and go see the physician?” he asked.

She was so angry, she tried to fight the burning desire building between her legs but she was still exhausted and broken down.

“Why don’t you just drug me and drag me there you fucking loser.”

“I would if I could Kitty but Doc says no more drugs for you. We can’t get a true read of your… blood pressure, if we keep using them.” He pressed his cock into her tight hot pussy, feeling her pulling to get away from him as he moved deeper inside.

‘I hope she’s already pregnant,’ he thought, holding back his hips as he felt her try to adjust to him. He was not going to allow that, he wanted her to feel every inch.

This was her punishment after all.

Grabbing the steel bar with both hands, he slammed his hips against her ass in one powerful thrust.

“Ahh!” she cried out, the shock from his entire length entering her knocked the air from her lungs. He stood still, completely buried inside of her pussy as she was forced to take him bent over the bar. Grinding his cock into her, he ran the flogger over her back, tracing goosebumps across her wet skin.

“You will go,” he ordered, pulling his cock out of her and lashing her ass hard.

“Understood?”

She clenched her teeth in anger, refusing to respond to him.

“Oh, silence now?” he asked, forcing his cock back into her pussy in another hard thrust. She grunted softly, feeling him fill her again as the flogger ran over the back of her thighs. He rolled his hips into her, pumping his cock in deep strokes before taking it out again and slamming the leather whip down onto her ass.

She whimpered but didn’t scream, holding it in as he laughed menacingly behind her.

“I can’t believe you are staying quiet. I will have to tell Murph about this,” he said, forcing his cock back into her wet pussy. Fucking her hard and deep, he held onto the steel bar to give himself more power to thrust into her contorted body. His uncut cock rubbed roughly against her g-spot, making maintaining her silence increasingly impossible.

He quickly found that he did not like her being quiet for too long. He needed to hear her while they fucked, he enjoyed all the noises she made and she knew this about him. So he fucked her harder, hoping that she would relent and scream by sheer force.

“Are you ready to go?” he rasped.

She whimpered quietly but did not say more, so he hit her with the flogger again, eliciting nothing.

He was getting angry now.

“Answer me!” he yelled, fucking her pussy roughly before stepping back from her and slamming the flogger down on her ass again in four hard lashes.

Silence.

He growled, dropping the flogger and shoving his cock into her pussy to the hilt forcefully. She remained silent, still not responding to his abuse. He fucked her hard for a few moments before he looked down at her ass and saw the blood on his hand.

Horrified, he stopped suddenly, pulling out from her in an instant. Tracing his finger lightly over the welt, he touched the red slash across her asscheek and saw it was caused by his brutal whipping.

“Fuck…” he whispered, shocked that he actually damaged her skin.

She remained silent, focusing on her breathing as he unlatched her ankles and wrists. She couldn’t feel the cut, her entire ass burned from being whipped. She was just happy he stopped because she was getting too close to cumming and could not give him that satisfaction.

Picking her up into his arms, he cursed himself as he carried her back to the bed. “I’m so sorry Morgan. Fuck… I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

She immediately put on a pity party for herself, sensing that for once in his life he actually felt bad for hurting someone. As soon as he put her down on the bed, she turned away from him, feigning soft whimpers of pain like an abused puppy. She did the whole bit; whimpers, small gasps of fear and little shakes.

She winced as he tucked her in, making his heart drop into his stomach. Lying in bed pretending to be hurt, she marvelled at the complete change in his demeanor. The evil beast he was moments ago has vanished, as did his rough treatment and words. He was now a worried lover, sorry for what he’d done and unsure what to do next.

“Kitty…?”

“Please… go,” she whispered, through trembling lips, still hiding under the blankets from him.

With a heavy sigh, he obliged, leaving the room sullen and guilt-ridden.

Morgan grinned, quickly getting up from the bed as soon as he was gone. She touched the superficial scratch on her asscheek and laughed to herself.

It continued to amaze her that they never saw their brutal rape and enslavement of her as actual abuse, it was just training for their personal breeding slave.

Only physical cuts or bruises on her skin were considered a problem to them. She knew they saw her as property but she never really understood it until now. She’s been using normal logic when she needs to change her entire way of thinking.

If she was their mutual property and one of them ‘damaged’ her, she wondered what would happen if the other found out.

*******

Jack approached the hidden entrance to the UPP HQ cave system and saw something out of place. The normal rock pattern left at the entrance didn’t look right, it was disturbed by the last person who entered and not reset back into place.

It was a small code, one that wasn’t written in the books. Anytime you enter this cave system you must reset a rock pattern in the dirt if you’ve disturbed it to show you are UPP affiliated. If you go in without resetting it, you shouldn’t have entered.

Jack readied his rifle as he slowly walked into the dark cave, heading towards the winding tunnels that he knew all too well.

‘These Nazis think they’re fucking slick,’ Jack thought, slowly pushing a stone wall to close the hidden entrance.

Sealing them all inside.

*******

CG Barberi took a long drag from his cigar as he slowly walked around his prisoner’s crumpled body. CG Kelly brought him a bunch of Cubans as a gift, he would probably give him that slave he’s been enjoying in return for his generosity.

CGB turned back around and kicked the man in the stomach again, this time eliciting the agonal cries he was looking for. He was wound up tight and needed to relax. He was frustrated by what happened with Morgan and knew that if he didn’t hurt something, he was going to fucking explode.

“Please, Sir!,” the prisoner screamed, pulling his legs into the fetal position. “No more… I’ll do anything. Just stop…”

CGB pushed his boot into the man’s stomach where he had just kicked him. Pressing hard, he glared down at him in disgust. “Of course you would do anything to avoid a little pain,” he started, lifting his foot up.

“YOU. ARE. WEAK!” he yelled, viciously smashing his boot down onto the man’s body with each word. CGB felt the familiar pleasant sensation of his tension releasing with each stomp. As much as Morgan was cathartic for his black heart and soul, only pain and torture could clear his mind.

Today was the first time he actually lost control and physically hurt her. Her refusal to go to the Med Lab was totally unacceptable to him. Something that affects her health and the health of their future family was not up for debate.

With her being so unreasonable, he quickly got lost in the moment, whipping her ass a bit too hard. For any other slave the injury would be nothing, a scratch that was hardly fatal.

For her though, any damage to her body mattered. Her body was their mutual property, it would be the vessel for their lovemaking, their children, their future. When Murph first approached him about branding her using Rule 23, he promised that he would never torture or beat her without his consent or him present. He broke that promise and broke their Code.

Murph was going to fucking kill him.

Torturing and beating prisoners has been one of the best coping skills he’s ever come up with to avoid hurting her like this. When she gets him frustrated, which is damn near every day, he just goes downstairs to the holding cells and tortures a prisoner, releasing his pent up aggression.

He didn’t think he would need to do that today because she was already so broken down from last night. She wasn’t supposed to actually say ‘No’ to him.

Yet she did.

“My fucking face!” the prisoner wailed, jerking on the floor. CGB looked down at the man bleeding from his mouth apathetically. Flicking the ashes of his cigar onto him, he began slowly walking around his abused body again.

Still thinking about her.

He knew she was just trying to be tough because she was humiliated and demeaned, used in front of hundreds of soldiers and was embarrassed by it. She hated being put on display to such a large crowd.

CGB on the other hand, loved showing her off and forcing her to submit to them in public. His infatuation with her was slowly evolving into an obsession to completely control her. He normally didn’t mind the games she played with him because he never saw her as an actual player. Now that he knew she was a Dove, he needed to dominate her a bit more thoroughly to establish control again.

She could turn into an actual threat with some of her abilities if he didn’t keep her in line. Which was just another reason why he wanted her so badly, a good mother should be equally as dangerous as she is nurturing. With the right training Morgan will be perfect, she just had a little too much hope and freewill.

He would take care of that soon enough.

“Stop flinching!” CGB yelled, kicking the prisoner hard in the back. The man screamed, loud enough for the entire basement to hear. CGB knelt down and grabbed his face, pressing the lit end of his cigar into the man’s forehead. The prisoners’ screams faded in his ears like radio static, helping him decompress and unwind.

“Keep screaming,” he growled, slamming his head against the concrete floor over and over again. Standing back up, CGB continued to think about her as he took another long drag from his cigar.

It was still cherried.

CGB heard his cell phone go off. He answered without looking, knowing it was Murph because he was late.

“Where the fuck are you? We are about to roll out of here in 10.”

CGB paused for a moment and considered if he should tell him about Morgan.

“I’m leaving now, Kitty’s just giving me a hard time. I think I’m going to have the physician come up here to check her out. She’s too wound up.”

Murph laughed, “He will need an escort, she’s probably still upset about last night.”

“She’s definitely upset…,” CGB responded.

“That’s fine, she’ll get over it. I had the boys up here take a look around the Command Center’s system for anything else on her Dove status. From what they gathered she has a solid record of successful Combat Missions, specifically in regards to killing soldiers not fucking them. We might even be her first from what it looks like. She’s also listed as inactive- out of state DND, visiting family in Washington.”

“If she was focused on Combat Missions she probably knows way more information than she realizes.” CGB mused, ashing his cigar on the now unconscious prisoner.

“We should hold off on telling anyone about this until we have the full picture. Last thing I want is for Wagner to challenge our branding because it was done under false pretenses.”

“For once, I think you’re right. I’ll leave Mills in charge of her and head down,” CGB responded.

“Sounds good. Smyth is staying behind to keep an eye on everything too. Hurry the fuck up, we already bombed two supply bridges and you missed the show.”

CGB hung up the phone with mixed emotions.

Doves just like UPP fag*ots were brainwashed to believe they had moral and intellectual superiority over Conservatives. It was very difficult to reverse that thinking, especially for a Dove that was a fighter and not a whore. They still believe they will win in the end because they are ‘right’.

CGB knew only the winners of War get to decide who’s fucking right.

Liberals, even with the help of beautiful Doves like Morgan, didn’t have the ability to do what it took to actually win. To kill those that needed to die and enslave those that couldn’t protect themselves was something only the Nationalists could do.

He personally looked at Doves like an adorable paramilitary. Their main goal was to protect, save and free innocent life. An honorable cause, something akin to the Peace Corps. if they participated in War. Their efforts were in vain though because they usually ended up helping useless infertile fuck-slaves, while using their own fertile bodies to manipulate men in power.

Neither the Nationalists nor the UPP outright supported or opposed Doves. Both sides sought them out, as they were useful against anyone with a cock and eyes.

The UPP fall all over themselves trying to help them because they are actually successful at infiltrating Compounds and gathering Intel.

With how valuable Doves are he felt much better knowing that she’s safely branded and enslaved with him on the Compound. He could finally focus on wiping those UPP fucks clean off the map.

They were going to have some fun getting closer to that goal today and he couldn’t wait.

He was feeling better already.

*********

“Open the door Miss or I will break it down,” Squad Leader Mills growled, slamming his fist against the dark wooden panel.

“Break it down with what? Your wittle baby hands?” Morgan mocked, audibly pushing furniture in front of the door to block it.

Mills rubbed his temple, looking at the solid door warily. “What did I do to deserve this God?” he mumbled, wishing he never agreed to be her personal guard.

CG Barberi told Mills that he punished the whore a little too hard trying to force her to go down to the Med Lab. The Commanders were all working on a large attack against the UPP today, so now it was up to Mills to deal with this bratty fucking bitch and it all had to be done totally hands off.

Because she’s spoiled rotten, they are just going to have the physician come up to her room to conduct the follow up. Mills was pissed because injured soldiers don’t even get that kind of special treatment.

Thankfully, Mills was also given direct permission by CG Barberi to handle her with his ‘best judgement’, having proven himself to them with her recent outbursts. Mills was more than eager to start passing down some judgement onto this bitch.

“Griffin, Loundry come take this fucking door down!” Mills ordered, motioning for his soldiers to proceed.

“Don’t touch my door asshole!” Morgan screamed from the room.

“Open it then,” Mills responded calmly.

“No!”

“Then we’re taking it down!”

“Fine! I’ll open it,” Morgan lied.

“Go ahead then,” Mills said waiting to hear furniture move.

Instead, after a few minutes a piece of paper slipped under the door.

It read:

Dear Edward,

Kill yourself.

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