Ch. 5 Delivered

Jack moved along the treeline, stepping quietly over rocks and unearthed roots. He just spent hours trekking through the woods, mapping out the extensive Compound.

It had such a large amount of dense forestry within its borders, it was almost a liability. Jack could remain hidden fairly easily while still getting close enough to hear certain conversations.

He had slept outside of CG Barberi’s cabin last night, waiting patiently for Morgan to appear. Instead of her, he saw that nut job leaving in an explosive rage. Jack could hear him yelling the moment he walked out the front door, his voice booming in the night. Morgan was left alone inside the cabin but a dozen soldiers remained behind, patrolling it non-stop.

Something must have happened.

Jack didn’t see her until later that morning when CG Murphy arrived with a group of Officers. He watched as the Captain. General walked inside the cabin, returning soon after with her wrapped in a black sheet in his arms.

He carried her out of the house towards an SUV, obviously trying to hide her naked body under the thin cover. She had her legs wrapped around his hips, her head sleepily hanging over his shoulder. He tucked in his chin to kiss her as he walked, looking down at her the whole time.

Jack hated the sight of it, he didn’t expect her to just fall all over him but he also didn’t understand her having any semblance of a relationship with these fuckers. They terrorize and kill people, have raped and enslaved her and are the epitome of evil. They are not worth the risk of playing these games. Even if she was good at faking it and to Jack…

It didn’t look like she was faking it.

CG Murphy lowered her into the SUV before stepping back to talk to his Officers. Jack watched him climb in moments later, his soldiers closing the door behind them.

As the SUV drove off, Jack felt his neck stiffen and his shoulders tense up. She was here completing orders, letting these monsters violate her body over and over again. He needed to find out what the fuck was so important she would do this to herself.

What could possibly compel her to choose staying with them over leaving with him?

Jack clicked on his mic, lifting his gear over his back.

“Dispatch can you hear me?” Jack asked, following the SUV as it went up the dirt road.

“Jack! This is Mark… Jack… You there?…”

Jack stopped moving, trying to get a clear signal to come in on his headset.

“Mark? What are you doing with Dispatch?”

“Jack! Where… you?! Nazi’s… down the… We can’t… get a… in there…”

Jack heard the screech of his disrupted transmission finally cutting out. They must have locked down the area. He hasn’t been able to get a good signal since late last night.

Moving quickly, he ran through the woods following the road towards CG Murphy’s house. It was in the North Quadrant, a better area to try to get a signal.

He needed more information before things got any worse.

If that was even possible.

*********

Murph kissed Morgan hard, feeling the need to be inside of her overwhelm him. Her lithe legs wrapped around his back, pulling him down toward her. He ground his hips into hers, feeling her soft body under the silk sheet.

Sitting up on the leather seat, he moved her to straddle his lap. He continued kissing her, happy to have her all to himself again. He came to get her the moment he could tear himself away from the Center. He was furious that he would have to spend his day away from her, dealing with this stupid fucking attack.

Most of his plans for the day will have to wait.

He held her waist as she knelt over him, her hot pussy hovering just above his cock. He ran a hand up her naked back, feeling her smooth skin under his calloused fingers.

“Impatient are we?” she teased in his ear, resisting him as he tried to pull her down onto his cock. Grabbing her ass, he lifted his hips, forcing himself up into her pussy. She gasped, grabbing onto his shoulders as his length filled her.

“You know I don’t like a tease,” he whispered, holding her hips down. He pushed his cock further up into her, hugging her against his chest as he reclaimed her mouth. His tongue was as possessive as his hands, trying to take over every inch of her.

Her tits pressed against his chest as he pumped into her harder. He didn’t realize the SUV had stopped moving, having already arrived at his house.

Carrying her inside, he kissed her more urgently, painfully aware that he did not have much time. He jogged up the stairs, feeling his cock strain against his slacks. He loved her small voluptuous body and needed to be back inside of it. Now that she was his, he planned on thoroughly getting to know the curves that eluded him for so long.

Kissing her neck, he laid her on his bed running his hands down her naked body to her pussy. He groaned as his fingers rubbed along her slit, feeling how hot and slick she was.

Just for him.

Kneeling in front of her, he heard his phone buzzing loudly in his pocket. Ignoring it, he felt the time constraint wearing on his already thin nerves.

He hated being rushed.

Grabbing her by her hips, he flipped her over onto her knees, pressing against her firm ass. He rubbed his face into her soft curly hair, breathing in the delicate feminine smell only she had.

She pushed back against his cock, encouraging him to continue. “God, I missed you so fucking much,” he whispered into her ear, running his cock up her slit. “Can you feel what you do to me?” he asked, his large body covering hers.

She shivered hearing the need in his voice, feeling her legs naturally open wider for him. She was still in a sleep like state, enjoying the feeling of him on her more than anything else. She felt his cockhead stretch her tight opening as he pushed into her, pulling her hips back toward him.

Pushing into her pussy, he felt his tension melt away as his cock sank deeper. “Yes,” he growled, fucking her in slow strokes. He looked down at her taut ass lustfully, squeezing it hard. She arched her back, moving in rhythm to his thrusts.

Spreading her asscheeks, he watched his cock go in and out of her pink pussy. Her tight little asshole looked so tempting, he considered if he had enough time to fuck it too.

Then his phone went off again, breaking his focus.

Frustrated, he pumped into her harder, pushing down on her arched back. She lifted her ass in response, taking each hard thrust he gave with a soft moan.

Fucking her roughly, he watched her outstretched arms grasp at the comforter, her moans now muffled and inaudible. He held her down, keeping her small body under him, needing to lock her in place.

She took his cock so well, he was thankful she wasn’t giving him a hard time today. He needed her badly and didn’t have the patience for any disobedience right now.

He felt her pussy constrict around his cock, letting him know that she was enjoying this as much as him.

“Cum with me,” he demanded, holding her hips firm as he slammed into her.

She struggled to breathe feeling her orgasm start to bubble over. The heat of it spread up through her, quickly warming her entire body. He felt her pussy massage his cock as she came, the warm silky glove squeezing his shaft in waves.

Groaning, he held her tight, burying himself inside of her. She squirmed under him, feeling him pump deep into her womb. She lost track of the amount of times they’d cum in her, especially since they removed her birth control implant.

It was somewhere around way too many fucking times.

He rubbed her hips lovingly, marveling at how quickly his head felt clear with the release. He felt energized and relaxed at the same time, his body no longer wound tight.

Then his phone went off again.

Finally satisfied, he answered it, still comfortably inside her pussy. “This better be good,” he said in a low voice, his hand softly caressing her.

“I know your balls deep in babygirl right now but you need to get back up here. Beta Team found a way inside through the cave system and we need to authorize an attack.”

Murph felt his blood start pumping again, rushing right back to his cock. He was more than ready to get into their base and murder every last one of those fucking cunts. This could finally be the end of their pitiful dissent.

“I’ll head up now,” Murph responded.

Kissing the back of her neck, he pumped his hardening cock inside of her, wishing he could stay. “If I kill these fucks quick enough, I can get back here to spend more time with you.”

She sucked in through her teeth, wiggling her hips to try to dislodge from him. He held her to him with one hand, remaining inside her pussy until she stopped struggling. “I’d rather you just not kill anyone,” she complained.

He laughed, patting her belly, “And I’d rather you be an obedient slave that stays out of trouble.” She pulled away from him, twisting her body around to face him.

“You know I will never be obedient Joe,” she said, looking up to him with a smile. Murph sat up on his fist, grinning down at her.

“No? You were pretty obedient for CGB when he had you chained up yesterday. Is that what you like too? Are you that kind of slave?”

Morgan’s cheeks flushed red.

Her lower lip quivered slightly before she slapped him hard in the face. Surprised, his hand went to his cheek touching it tenderly. He didn’t expect the slap and was even more surprised when it didn’t come with a sassy retort.

Instead, she looked at him truly hurt, her brown eyes burning with hate.

She pulled from his grasp, getting up from the bed. Without looking back at him, she went into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

‘Shit,’ he said to himself. He didn’t want to make her upset or hurt her feelings. He thought it over, remembering how much he didn’t like seeing her like that in CGB’s bed.

She probably didn’t want to be chained up either but she didn’t really have much of a choice did she.

He felt like an asshole.

*********

CGB hung up the phone looking out the window of his office at the Center. He thought going a day without her wouldn’t be a big deal, she was just at Red’s house for the night.

But he felt her absence and craved her return more than he thought he would. Thinking of Murph fucking her made him angry and jealous. ‘Was she eager for him, cum more with him?’

He needed to stop thinking about it.

CGB scanned the courtyard, looking over the sprawling landscape. He was observing his soldiers, watching them while lost in thought when someone skulking in the forest caught his attention.

Squinting his eyes, he went to his desk drawer and pulled out a pair of binoculars. Going back to the window he focused on the soldier hidden among the trees away from all the rest.

He almost cracked his binoculars in half when he saw him. That sneaky little fucking Commander was back, freely walking on their land. Probably waiting for a chance to steal Morgan from him. He felt a low rumble escape his throat at the thought.

Throwing the binoculars onto the floor, he turned to leave his office enraged. He was going to go get that fucking fag*ot himself.

And tear him apart.

**********

Morgan paced around the foyer of Joe’s house, feeling more angry than she probably should.

She hated him so fucking much.

She took solace in the fact that she helped make his job way harder and will continue to fuck shit up because now she can say he made her sad.

He tried to apologize to her twice before leaving but she wouldn’t come out of the bathroom. He thought she was way more emotional than she really was, which she wanted.

She also just wanted to slap him for being fresh. He was not going to shame her for being chained and fucked by his partner. She didn’t ask for it and wasn’t even sure if she liked it yet.

Thinking over the attack, she hoped the damage was extensive. She was happy to assist as much as possible. Next time she would make sure it was much, much worse.

Dove’s worked alongside UPP troops all the time. For the most part, everyone had the same goals.

Dove’s just operated a bit outside of the normal chain of command to attain them. This was only possible due to the nature of completing personal orders for high ranking Officials.

Many of whom also happened to be close friends of hers.

Morgan wasn’t a soldier before the War started, she was one of the millions that got dragged into the fray against her will. Most civilians that hadn’t already picked a side were absorbed by whatever physical state they resided in. West Virginia was unfortunately controlled by the Nationalists for the time being.

Although Morgan was originally from the East Coast she was teaching down in West Virginia through her alma mater when things kicked off. By the time she made it back to find her husband Rick, everyone was already dying or dead. The damage having been done.

She quickly realized she needed to learn how to fight or she wouldn’t make it.

As a Dove she had all the perks of being a killer with the clean conscious of doing it for the greater good. Dove’s usually worked for individual causes that they personally supported. Some completed peaceful interventions while others like Morgan completed the difficult orders that needed to get done.

The first order on her list was to rescue Miss Alice Jordan ‘alias’ AJ. A petite, blonde, 24 year old former hairdresser who was kidnapped to be bred about five months ago. Her father Lt. Robert Jordan, was one of Morgan’s original UPP Mentors.

Unlike Hunter and Joe, Morgan was not prepared for any of this and did not have any prior training. The mentors she’s had through the years have helped shape her into the unique weapon she was today.

Bubbly and sweet enough to be unsuspecting, while cold and cruel enough to kill a dozen men in close combat.

Lt. Jordan personally helped her cultivate her impressive sailor’s mouth. Things have changed dramatically since those early days of Mentorship.

She could remember when the New York Times ran one of the last stories they ever had after the attack.

According to the Times, Dr. Thomas Pelosik was the chemist that carried out the E-12 Bunker Bombings. He was an insanely committed environmentalist that lobbied endlessly for politicians to take his data on climate change seriously. They of course did not, no one really cared about the environment with the elections coming up.

Dr. Pelosik was not a young man, he had spent a lifetime developing this data. He decided to conduct the domestic attack after he was ignored following Hurricane Sierra, the deadliest Natural Disaster in America since Katrina. It killed over 5,300 people in the Florida panhandle, including Dr. Pelosik’s only son, Harry.

His plan to shock the world was a resounding success but not in the way he had hoped. Now that the country has lost over a third of her population to the E-12 Virus, it is thoroughly split down the middle. Neither side is willing to compromise on anything and good luck convincing anyone otherwise.

The only possible end to this War is when one side surrenders to the other.

So far, the Nationalists were really fucking shit up for everyone else because of their uninhibited brutality. Even with the armory attack, they could retaliate back fairly soon. She needed to find a way to kick them while they were down.

But in the meantime, she was happy they were shaken up. They had not expected for anyone to find one of their armories, let alone attack it on this scale.

As she walked around the corner into Joe’s kitchen, she let out a gasp, startled to see Squad Leader Mills sitting quietly at the table.

“Hello Miss,” he said, greeting her with a smile. She crossed her arms over her naked chest looking him over repulsed.

“Really? Joe left you here to watch me?” she said, scrunching her nose up at him. She remembered him from the Center, the Squad Leader that couldn’t even keep his partner in check.

He stood up, his smile hardening, “I’m just here to make sure you’re safe Miss.” He didn’t really want to be here either, she was difficult to be around. If she didn’t stab you herself then the CG’s would for looking at her too hard.

Mills didn’t understand what had come over them; they were both ruthless, seasoned Commander’s that had pulled West Virginia out from the liberals’ control through sheer violent force.

Yet here they were, letting some bimbo bitch mess with both of their heads. He had seen her effect on CGB firsthand and knew she was a genuine threat.

That man was twisted as sin, a decorated demon that was born to kill. He had never shown mercy or kindness to anyone. Until recently, he was regarded as Lucifer himself. Mills looked her over curiously, unsure what her secret was.

The Devil was absolutely smitten with her.

She managed to get her whore talons into both of them. CG Murphy was normally the more rational of the two, he didn’t deal much in emotion at all. However, he was just as enamoured, making it clear to Mills that she was the most important thing on the Compound and needed to be protected at all times. If he failed to keep her safe, he knew what the price would be.

His life.

Mills watched her open the refrigerator door, bending over to get the fruit at the bottom. Her naked body did not go unnoticed but he made sure to keep his eyes focused away to avoid the distraction.

She looked back at him over her shoulder annoyed. “I can keep myself safe, I don’t need you here.” Bent over in front of him, her light brown legs seemed much longer. His eyes followed her curvy outline running over her round ass. They rested on the little pink pussy tucked between her legs.

He felt his cock waking up, responding to her.

CG Murphy warned him that she would try to escape using all kinds of tricks, including her tempting body. Mills didn’t understand why they didn’t just lock her in a Cabin when they weren’t using her like every other slave.

For whatever reason, even though they know she acts up constantly, they refuse to treat her like the property she is.

But if he made the mistake of actually touching her without permission, he would be the one arrested and probably sentenced to death. Not to mention the fact that he watched CGB literally tear Squad Leader Ludlow apart for trying to fuck her.

This skank was getting too powerful.

Mills wasn’t worried that he couldn’t control himself but he was still a man, seeing any naked woman would make his dick swell.

And she had one incredible body.

So he tried to look away from her swaying ass, suppressing the urge to grab her long curly hair and get behind her. He was angry that he was even attracted to such an uppity fucking bitch.

“What’s your name soldier?” she asked, bringing his focus right back to her ass.

“My name is Squad Leader Edward Mills, Miss.”

“Ed,” she said, ignoring his rank, “I’m taking a walk in a few minutes to go see the Cabins.” She stood up from the fridge with a handful of green grapes. He looked at her confused, thinking she couldn’t possibly be serious.

“I’m sorry Miss but you are staying here,” he responded firmly. She closed the fridge, turning to him. Mills had never been intimidated by a woman in his life.

He was not about to start now.

She walked up to him with a mischievous smile, popping a grape in her mouth. “I’m going to those Cabins Ed.”

He shook his head again, “I’m sorry Miss…”

She tsked at him, turning away before he could finish. Walking across the room, she sat up on a granite countertop beside the gas stove. Swinging her feet over the edge, she put the grapes in her lap as she reached for a nearby can of air freshener.

“You can either take me to see the Cabins or you can explain to Joe why his house burned down,” she said, turning the stove top on. Taking a cotton hand towel, she put it over the gas flame, pointing the can of aerosol at it.

Challenging him with her eyes; she sprayed the can, shooting blue flames toward the towel consuming it with fire.

“What the fuck?! Put it out!” Mills yelled, running toward her.

“Out?” she asked naively. “If you say so,” she agreed, tossing the flaming towel over her shoulder at the kitchen curtains. Mills watched in horror as they lit on fire too, filling the room with smoke.

He scrambled to get the fire extinguisher as it started to spread, catching the blinds on fire within seconds. Morgan hopped off the counter nonchalantly with her grapes, walking past Mills as he fumbled around the kitchen with the extinguisher.

Turning back around, he saw that she was now in the Commander’s office, sitting at his desk with her legs crossed. She went into a drawer and pulled out a bottle of liquor, opening it up.

She held the open bottle over his desk and started pouring it on stacks of important documents.

“Ready to take me now Ed?”

“Okay, okay! Just stop,” Mills pleaded, putting the empty extinguisher down. He couldn’t believe this bitch.

She smiled, dropping the open bottle onto the hardwood floor, smashing it to pieces. Walking over to him, her eyes shimmered with the same sinister glint as CG Barberi.

No wonder he was in love with her.

“Don’t worry, I just want to go see the women,” she whispered into his ear. “Joe won’t be upset and even if he is…,” he felt her soft lips touch his skin, “I don’t fucking care.”

Mills was uncomfortable around her, he felt like she was the most dangerous person on the Compound. He couldn’t touch or restrain her, had to follow most of her orders and if she got hurt in anyway, it was basically a death sentence for him.

“I’ll go get dressed,” she said, heading upstairs.

With the armory attack last night, he knew the Commander’s were extremely busy. He wasn’t going to bother them with this trivial shit.

He could handle this haughty bitch himself.

She came back downstairs moments later in small black shorts, a grey camisole and black knee high socks with her riding boots. As she got closer, he saw that she had something twirling on her finger.

“Missing something?” she asked, smiling up at him. He pat his pockets and felt that his truck keys were missing. He felt his blood pressure spike but remained stoic, “I suppose I am Miss.” She walked up to him with a grin, handing him back his keys.

“Lead the way Ed.”

**********

Morgan looked out the window of the truck as they drove down to the Cabins, trying to memorize the route. They came up to a paved road that lead to a huge gated community. She saw the name ‘Cabin Estates’ etched in the iron fence.

She thought these were literal cabins this whole fucking time, not a cul de sac. Mills drove up to an intercom and checked in, the large gates soon opened for them allowing Morgan her first look at the women on the Compound.

The houses were beautiful, large and well kept, a mixture of colonial, ranch and country style homes.

Morgan saw one woman outside wearing a small pink dress. She was kissing a soldier goodbye, her long blonde hair was blocking her face but she looked about AJ’s size.

“Any chance you’re going to stop the truck?” she asked looking to Mills. Mills sighed impatiently, “You just said you wanted to see the Cabins Miss.”

Morgan waited for Mills to slow down at a corner before unlocking the door, “You’re right. I’m going to go see them. Byeee Ed,” she quipped, jumping out of the truck.

“Fucking Jesus! Stop!” Mills yelled as she ran, dipping between the large houses. Within moments, she had quickly disappeared from view.

She ran back toward the blonde woman, trying to find the house she was in front of. Morgan soon realized they all looked the same up close, there was no way to tell which house it was.

Running through identical yards, she heard feminine voices and a few children laughing indoors. She looked into a window behind one house and saw a woman in her twenties breast feeding an infant, a young toddler played with Legos at her feet quietly.

Morgan paused to look at her feeling envious for some reason. She looked… normal, happy, content. As if there was no Civil War going on at all.

Morgan frowned turning from the window, she didn’t have the luxury of feigning ignorance to actual reality. Not now but maybe one day she could…

She shook her head clear and continued running. Going between the houses she knew that the facade had to peel back somewhere. These women were enslaved and fucked by dozens of men, even if it was in a nice house, it’s still an awful life. She stopped seeing playsets in the yards and couldn’t hear anymore children.

She did hear men though; several of them, laughing and talking somewhere nearby. Morgan looked around, listening for them again.

A faint scream caught her attention, it was followed by louder voices drowning it out. She moved stealthily through the yards following the sounds until she found the source.

Behind one of the larger country houses was a closed off yard. Morgan hopped the wooden fence and saw a small group of soldiers. Some were fully naked while others were half dressed.

They were casually taking turns fucking a young, petite brunette. She was trying hopelessly to get away from them but they held her down on her stomach, fucking her against a wooden table.

Morgan watched them for a moment, unsure if the two small knives she had tucked in her boots could withstand fighting five soldiers. They were big men and had their rifles close by, she needed to approach this differently.

In her training, she learned that sometimes targeting the leader was just as good as killing the entire pack.

Morgan took a deep breath before walking toward them, making sure she kept her head high and her hips swaying. She couldn’t show an ounce of fear if this was going to work. She wasn’t sure which one of them was the leader but she knew he would make himself known.

“This slut won’t shut the fuck up, someone put a cock in her mouth…,” snapped Hank, slamming into the slaves’ pussy. He glanced up and saw a colored whore walking towards them, her pretty face and big tits immediately getting his attention.

He had never seen her before.

Hank pulled out from the struggling slave, pushing her to the ground dismissively. His cock remained engorged and red, his sights now on the bitch walking toward him.

“Wow, its so small,” Morgan laughed, pointing at him. Hank’s smile immediately disappeared as the other soldiers fell silent.

“I guess only a bunch of little dick losers would have to hold a girl down like that,” Morgan sneered, provoking him. Hank stormed up to her, ready to punch her in the mouth.

“What the fuck did you just say bitch?” he growled, raising his hand to her. Morgan smirked, grabbing his exposed cock, twisting it hard in her fist. He yelled in pain, pulling away from her before falling to his knees.

Morgan quickly kicked him hard in the chest, knocking him onto his back. She then dropped onto his stomach, forcing all of the air out from his lungs. Straddling his chest, she grabbed his face with one hand, squishing his cheeks together.

“I didn’t know you were such a tough guy. Hitting and raping women, that’s two for two cocksucker.”

She punched him hard in the face, hurting her hand in the process. He roared under her, reeling to punch her back.

“Uh-uh-ahh, hands off. Private property,” she taunted, revealing her tattooed hips. Hank cringed at the sight of his Commanders’ initials, pulling his hands away from her instantly.

She giggled, punching him hard in the face again, enjoying her newfound power. He cried out as she made contact with his nose, feeling it crack under her fist.

“So you’re horny hmm?” she asked, lowering her face to his. Smiling wickedly, she grabbed his cock behind her back, squeezing it hard. “Do you want to fuck me?” she whispered. He looked at her angrily, wincing as she gripped him in her hand.

“I bet you were just thinking about it, probably imagining all the things you could do to my tits and ass,” she said, grinding against his chest. He squirmed under her, trying to get away but afraid to touch her. He felt sick, her hand on his cock was already a violation of their Code.

“I hope you imagined what happens after I tell them you raped me,” she mused, enjoying the look of terror on his face at her lie.

“He pushed me down and forced himself on me Hunter,” she said, feigning distress. “They saw my brand and still hurt me Joe.” She used her free hand to press down on his throat. “I tried to fight them off…,” she pouted, squeezing his cock harder, “…but I just couldn’t stop them.”

She leaned close to his face again, brushing her lips against his. “Do you think they’ll let me watch them kill you?”

He struggled to breathe under her, his face turning red.

Her smile darkened as she squeezed her nails deep into his cock, “Of course they will, they let me do anything I fucking want.”

The other soldiers looked around nervously as Hank writhed under her. She let off his neck, but kept her hand firmly wrapped around his cock, her nails digging into the shaft.

“What do you want… Miss,” he asked, through clenched teeth.

Hank promised himself that he would personally make her pay for this. He was going split her ass in half and then strangle her to fucking death. Slowly.

“What do I want?” Morgan mocked, “I want you to stop being a fucking piece of shit. Can you do that?”

“Bitch…,” he mumbled.

Morgan grabbed his head with both of her hands and slammed it hard against the ground. She dug her thumbs deep under his jaw, pressing her nails into the major veins in his throat.

“Say something else,” she dared, kneeling on his stomach. He strained under her but remained silent, his large fists balled tightly at his sides.

The brunette had crawled under a nearby table to watch the scene, amazed at the woman in front of her. She was actually branded, the only branded slave she had ever seen. All the other slaves have been talking about this woman for days and now here she was. Standing up for her.

No one ever stood up for her.

“Will you stop being a piece of shit or do I need to have you fucking killed?” she asked, pressing into him.

“Yes, I’ll…stop,” he choked out. She let go of his head and stood up, flipping her long hair over her shoulder.

“Good,” she said sweetly, pressing her foot back down into his chest. “You better be nice to these women or I’ll be back fuckface,” she warned.

Walking up to the four other soldiers she looked at each of them seductively, taking note of their faces. “Tell your friends about me, I want everyone to know who I am.”

She ran her nails over the second largest soldiers bare chest, his hazel eyes looked at her cautiously. “You don’t have to be so rough you know,” she said, tracing her nails down his stomach to his waistband.

“Did you know women like to cum too?” she asked, moving to the next soldier, the youngest of them all. “If you help her cum, you can fuck her just about anyway you want,” she said, looking down at his slowly hardening cock.

Turning back to Hank, she saw him standing upright staring at her menacingly. She smiled, turning back to the four soldiers. “So, if I find out any of you cucks abused another slave like that, I’m going to come down here and make sure you pay for it.”

Walking to the nearby table, she knelt down offering the small brunette her hand.

“Hey girlie. My name is Morgan, I’m sorry you’ve had to deal with these ASSHOLES,” she enunciated loudly, glaring at the group of men. The young woman took her hand, coming out from under the table.

Timidly she shook it, quickly folding her arms back around her naked chest, hugging herself. “Its okay… My name is AJ.”

Morgan’s brown eyes widened in excitement, “AJ as in Alice Jordan? Daughter of Robert Jordan?”

“You know my dad?” AJ asked, confused.

Morgan hugged her suddenly, squeezing her tight to whisper in her ear. “Your dad sent me to get you. He found your sister Kayla too, they’re waiting for you in Pennsylvania.”

Fresh tears fell from AJ’s eyes as the hope of escaping this nightmare finally came into view. Morgan rubbed her hand comforting her as she thought about how she was going to smuggle the girl out.

“I will get you out of here, I promise. But you have to listen to everything I say. Okay?”

AJ wiped her big blue eyes and held Morgan’s hand tight. “Okay.”

“You look a lot different from the description your dad gave me,” Morgan joked, touching her long brown hair. AJ smiled hollowly, “its temporary dye, I get less attention without the blonde hair.”

“That’s smart,” Morgan said, wiping AJ’s smudged cheeks. “You’d make a great Dove.”

Morgan’s hands were warm against AJ’s skin, softly stroking her face. AJ was so happy to have her here, she was the first woman to be nice to her since she arrived.

This was the first time AJ actually felt safe.

Morgan looked up to see Squad Leader Mills driving his truck recklessly through the yard nextdoor. “It’s going to be okay,” Morgan said quietly. “Just let me do all the talking.” She took AJ’s hand and walked with her toward the fence.

Mills stopped abruptly when he spotted them. “Miss, I’ve been given permission to bring you into this truck by force to get you back to the house,” he announced, reversing towards the fence gate.

“Ed, where have you been?” she asked sarcastically. “I’m ready to go back with my new best friend,” she said, hooking arms with AJ.

Mills glared at her, he just spent 20 minutes looking everywhere for her. She literally jumped out of his moving truck, forcing him to call the Commander.

Opening the door to his truck for them, Mills bit his tongue. CG Murphy can deal with her bullshit when they get back. He will be at the house to take a look at the fire she started. Mills couldn’t wait for him to finally put her in her place and hopefully slap the bitch around. There was no way she could bat her eyes out of the damage she caused.

Arriving back at Joe’s house, Morgan saw that he was waiting for them outside, his signature scowl painted across his face.

“Ed, did you tell on me?” she asked, smirking. Mills remained silent pulling up to the house. Morgan laughed, rolling down her window. “Hi Joe,” she said in a singsong voice, hanging halfway out the window.

Joe’s scowl cracked into a smile as he came up to the truck. Opening the door, he helped her step out, pulling her in for a kiss. Morgan kissed him back, rubbing her hands over his shoulders and neck.

He lowered his head to her ear, “Want to explain what happened in my kitchen?” Morgan brought her hands up into his thick burgundy hair, running her nails over his scalp.

“Nope.”

Murph pulled her closer, his voice lowering. “Try again Morgan…”

She squeezed his tattooed arms, turning her nose up at him, “Maybe if someone wasn’t such a fucking dick to me, I wouldn’t feel the need to act out so much.”

Murph frowned down at her, “So you’re not even going to apologize?”

She looked back up into his eyes unbothered, “No.”

He grinned against his better judgement, exposing his benevolence. He wasn’t mad at her, even though he should be. He also wasn’t surprised that she did something like this, even though he should be. She was stuck in the house almost all of the time.

If there was one thing he remembered from their time together at University it was that she was never inside.

Forcing her to stay indoors day after day was a problem and this behavior would probably continue because of it. Knowing that she has always been this way gave him a much higher tolerance for her bad behavior.

But she was still a total fucking menace when left unchecked.

He looked past Morgan, into the truck, “And who is this?”

AJ had never actually spoken to either Captain General’s before. She only communicated with soldiers and the slaves down at the Cabins.

“She’s my friend,” Morgan said, smiling warmly. He studied the small slave in the truck, he had a vague idea of who she was. She wasn’t one he had ever used, he wondered how Morgan even found her.

“Come out here,” Murph ordered. She obediently got out of the truck and stood in front of him with her eyes downcast. He looked her body over, the only thing she had in common with Morgan was her height. She looked like a child; gaunt with small breasts and narrow hips, she was her antithesis.

“Why her?”

Moving away from him, Morgan stepped towards AJ, reaching out to her. Brushing her straight brown hair to the side, she took both of her hands in hers, rubbing them softly.

“Because I like her,” she responded, giving AJ a peck on the cheek. AJ felt herself blush, turning away shyly. Morgan turned back to Murph, standing between the two. He looked them both over skeptically, the girl appeared harmless enough but Morgan was definitely up to something.

“If you keep her, there will be no more acting out. The moment I get a report you set something on fire she’s returning to the Cabins,” he said, pulling her back into his arms.

“First, she’s not my property, she’s my friend,” Morgan said, caressing his strong jaw. “Second…,” she stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him, showing him her appreciation. Using her tongue; she danced in his mouth skillfully, reminding him of what she could do to his cock if she wanted to.

“Thank you,” she said, with a pinch of sincerity. She looked up into his eyes and he could see this was something she really wanted.

Murph felt his heart soften, maybe she just needed a girlfriend all along. What could be the harm of giving her a friend to occupy her time while they were away? Maybe it will even help her assimilate more with the other slaves. With her brands she was safe to go anywhere, they just didn’t allow it.

“Squad Leader Mills,” Murph barked, grabbing her hip.

“Yes Sir?” he said, leaning towards the passenger seat.

“Morgan and her new friend…” he started, looking down at her, “are free to explore around the house until it gets dark, but you need to stay with them. I already have the caretakers working on the damage inside anyway.”

Morgan looked at Mills with a smug smile, leaning her head against Murph’s chest.

Mills clenched his teeth in anger, “Yes Sir.”

Murph saw her from the corner of his eye, taunting his soldiers again. Turning to her, he pulled her long hair back unexpectedly. “Don’t think I forgot about you. I’ve been neglecting my responsibilities in correcting your ass. I’ll be back in a few hours. Be. Good.”

She stumbled back, grabbing his shirt. “Ow! What the fuck Joe?!” He pulled her hair further, bending her head back to kiss her hard.

“Don’t fucking push it,” he whispered in her ear before releasing her hair. She glared up at him, pushing back hard against his chest.

“Don’t push it? Don’t push it?! Look at me,” she demanded, grabbing his collar to bring his face down to her level. “Fuck you!”

Murph growled, grabbing both of her wrists from his collar. He had a love-hate relationship with her feisty attitude. He got more angry with her biting words than with her impetuous behavior.

Picking her up, he tossed her over his shoulder roughly, something she absolutely hated. He held her legs firm with his arm before she could try and kick him.

“Get this slave situated Mills,” he said nodding to AJ. “Morgan will be ready in 20 minutes.”

Morgan banged her fists against his back, “Yeah right, more like 5 minutes!”

Murph slapped her ass hard, turning to walk to his open garage. He didn’t have time to bother kicking everyone out of his house.

He pulled down her shorts as he walked inside, bringing her over to his wooden work bench. Dropping her bare ass hard onto the table, he pulled down the front of her grey camisole, grabbing both of her hard nipples.

“You just don’t know when to shut the fuck up,” he said, twisting them. Morgan grabbed his arms but he pushed into her chest, forcing her onto her back with her legs swung over the edge.

Standing between them, he felt his cock quickly hardening at the sight of her. Sprawled on his personal workspace she looked so perfectly fuckable. Curly hair flowed over spare gun parts and tools as he held her down. Her face was a mix of arousal and frustration, her cheeks and tits blushing deeper as her temper flared.

“Why don’t you make me asshole,” she yelled, kicking him hard in the side. He released her nipples and squeezed her tits, holding her firm against the table. “You have no idea the amount of restraint I have fucking had with you,” he growled.

“Restraint?! You’re just as bad as Hunter in almost every way,” she hissed.

His jaw clenched in anger, she has not seen a sliver of what he was capable of and never would. It frustrated him to be compared to that fucking psycho.

They were nothing alike.

“You like to piss me off, I know you do,” he said, unzipping his pants, yanking her ass off the edge of the bench. He leaned over her, taking both of her wrists in his fist. “You have always been a fucking tease, sometimes even a bitch like right now.”

She struggled underneath him, feeling the weight of his body holding her down.

“You drive me insane,” he continued, pressing his throbbing cock against her pussy. She was wet for him, making him grip her wrists harder.

“And yet I can’t get enough of it… of you,” he confessed. His dark blue eyes held hers as he pushed into her pussy, feeling her yield to him. Her legs opened wider as her hips lifted to accommodate his size.

She gasped, arching her back as he pushed his cock all the way to the hilt, holding still inside of her. His free hand ran down her body, lightly touching her exposed skin before he started a hard pace into her.

The way he fucked her was confusing, he was constantly alternating between angry and gentle, hard and soft, it was impossible for her to anticipate but amazing to ride out.

“I don’t know what it will take for you to fucking get it,” he growled, letting go of her wrists to hold onto her hips. He watched as her chest arched up from the workbench, her tits bouncing with each of his hard thrusts.

She leaned up trying to get off her back, her hands moving under her to brace against him. Annoyed, he pushed on her chest, forcing her back down against the table.

“Stop. Fighting. Me,” he ordered calmly, using his free hand to play with her clit. She moaned involuntarily under him, feeling her body misinterpret his treatment as passionate lovemaking. She wrapped her legs around his hips, now sliding on her back on the table with each hard thrust.

She shook her head, unable to talk, her eyes transfixed on the man above her. She was losing the strength to fight him even though her will remained solid. At least it felt solid.

Her pussy had a mind of her own though and did not care about Morgan’s will. She had decided she was going to cum for this bastard a long time ago.

Murph could feel her heart pounding in her chest, both of her small hands tightly held his wrist in vain.

He admired her tenacity it was an amazing trait to have in a mother. The thought made his balls tighten, remembering that if she wasn’t already, she soon would be pregnant.

His hand relaxed against her chest, moving down her hot skin to her tight stomach. His fingers traced over her right hip, his eyes softening as he looked down at her.

He didn’t know if he was being too rough or not rough enough with her. He wondered if he fucked her like this while she was pregnant would it hurt her? Does it hurt her now?

Slowing down, he reigned in his anger, taking more measured strokes into her. She loosened her grip on his hands, her nails coming out of his skin.

He leaned down and kissed her softly, hooking his arms under her. Running his hands gingerly through her hair, he kept her pressed against his work bench, still fucking her deep.

Her body mirrored his as he slowed down, relaxing and taking him in. He could feel the difference, feel her finally accepting his cock instead of fighting it.

He picked her up from the bench, holding her to his chest as he continued to pump into her. Again, she didn’t expect the sudden change, the position forced his cock right against her g-spot, starting the beginning of the end for her.

He took the opportunity to sweetly kiss her neck, whispering loving words into her ear as his hard hands gently touched her body. The soft whimper of need that escaped her let him know she had been tamed.

His fierce lioness now purred for him, holding desperately onto his shoulders as her body came apart around him. His satisfaction was undeniable, he knew it could be done without beating or chaining her.

She just needed him.

He held her tight, moaning roughly into her neck, as he came deep in her pussy. She held onto him just as tight, mewling softly in response. He held her for a moment before nudging her cheek with his.

“Will you be good?” he asked softly.

She sighed in his arms, her shoulders slumping.

“Yes.”

**********

Jack ate one of his MRE’s in a quiet spot in the forest near the courtyard. He watched small birds flying in tandem through the trees, oblivious to the world around them.

Being in the forest so much has made him hyper aware of his surroundings. He felt the other presence before he saw it, the strange sensation of another predator in the area. Jack buried his food under leaves, moving quickly to get out of sight.

Jack didn’t have enough time to move completely out of view before they saw him. CG Barberi moved in, carrying his M110 with two Officers flanking him. Jack dropped down, rolling under a fallen tree as bullets tore through the ground near him, missing his head by inches.

“There you are!” CGB yelled, releasing a torrent of bullets in Jacks direction. Jack sprinted the opposite way, now aware of the layout of the Compound. He didn’t want to shoot back unless he had to, his ammo was limited.

Lucky for Jack, the recon work paid off. He navigated through the forest with ease, putting a solid distance between himself and CGB. However, Jack made the mistake of taking his eyes away from the trail directly in front of him.

Looking to the right, he saw him. The young man he had left behind at the Center. Hanging prominently from a telephone pole he had a sign around his neck.

‘Remember me?’

Jack almost threw up, that fucking asshole was trying to fuck with his head and it was working. Adrian, the dead young man, didn’t stand a chance. His body was mutilated, his face almost unrecognizable after the elements ravaged him.

The pause in running gave CGB enough time to catch up, just as planned. He saw Jack looking up at the dead soldiers body.

“Go around, I want him alive,” CGB directed, sending his Officers in opposite directions.

Pointing towards the hanging body, CGB shot a slew of rounds, tearing it apart in front of Jack. Jack turned around angrily, shooting his rifle back at CGB, barely missing him.

“I can do this all day fag*ot!” CGB yelled, taking cover behind a boulder to reload.

Jack couldn’t, he needed to put more space between them before the fucker called in backup. Using the moment of reprieve, Jack started running again, turning to go deeper into the woods. An Officer came for him from the side, rushing him like a linebacker.

Jack’s luck continued as he dodged the Officer but it soon ran out as he was blindsided by the other. Smashing him into the ground like a freight train, Jack’s head hit a jagged rock knocking him out on impact.

CGB walked up to him as his Officers were cuffing his hands and stripping his gear from his back. He grabbed Jack’s hair inspecting the deep gash on his temple. Jack slowly opened his eyes and saw CG Barberi smiling menacingly in his face.

“Remember me?”

***********

AJ watched CG Murphy carry Morgan away anxiously. That guy was terrifying up close; he was huge, with tattooed arms and a cold angry glare, he struck genuine fear in her. It didn’t help that he was one of Morgan’s Masters, someone strong enough to enslave her was too strong for AJ to want to be around.

“Lets go slave,” Mills said coldly, motioning for her to follow him as he walked towards the back of the house. AJ followed behind him quietly, perplexed with how quickly things had changed for her. This morning she was thinking of another way she could escape and now she had actual help to make it out.

Mills brought her through a back door to the normal slave quarters. Usually, the slave for the house would have a room of her own but Murph didn’t do that with Morgan. He didn’t even give her the option.

The room was spacious and clean, much better than the room she had down at the Cabins. AJ would have never even been allowed into this house with how low her station was. Because she was a repeat runner she had lost almost all privileges and slept in an uncomfortable twin size bed. She looked around at the wood furniture, the beautiful queen bed with soft linen.

Slaves were usually rewarded for good behavior, the better you acted the better your station was. The only exception to this was for branded slaves. They could do whatever their Master allowed, no matter how they behaved.

“Get dressed,” Mills ordered, directing her to a dresser. She put on a pale lavender dress, feeling how it hung loosely from her small body. She was not nearly as voluptuous as other slaves, let alone Morgan. This helped and hurt her in different ways; most soldiers never bothered with her while others specifically sought her out.

It was worse when she first came, with her long blonde hair and youthful face she was a favorite among many. After a few weeks of running and being brought back, she realized the best way to combat them was to make herself less attractive.

It didn’t completely stop them but it helped, eating less also interrupted her period making it difficult for her to conceive. Seeing how beautiful and strong Morgan was though made AJ want to go back to her natural hair. She didn’t know it was possible to be both in this horrible world.

Mill’s phone beeped with an incoming text.

‘She’s ready.’

********

Patty flew the drone over the North Quadrant looking for the drop point. The care package was small but invaluable. It would be near impossible to get another implant gun for Morgan and needles were out of the question.

Patty saw the small yellow tag on the dead tree trunk that was their designated drop point. She carefully brought the drone down, unlatching the small brown box when she was directly over the tree. It fell into the trunk, hidden from view and undetectable.

Patty checked her watch, it was 17:47 hours. Morgan was running late, which was no surprise for her. Bringing the drone back up, she directed it over the area to see if she could spot her. Patty didn’t see Morgan but she did see a handful of soldiers huddled in a small group nearby.

Patty couldn’t stay in the area, she risked tipping them off to the drop point with the drones presence. Patty was hopeful the soldiers were just there in passing, moving through on a routine scout.

Saying a silent prayer, she flew the drone back to base.

********

Morgan and AJ walked through the forest behind Joe’s house enjoying the beautiful scenery. With it being summer in the South, the sun hung low in the sky well into the evening. Mills begrudgingly gave them about 20 feet of space as they walked, their quiet conversation out of his earshot.

“I need to get something while we’re out here. It’s really important that I get it without anyone seeing me. Do you think you could help me Alice?”

AJ shook her head, determined to help in anyway she could.

“That tree trunk over there has a brown box inside of it. I need to get it out and open it without this asshole seeing me,” Morgan said in a low voice. As they walked together towards the tree, AJ felt her heart start to beat faster.

“I need you to sit across from me on that log to block his line of sight,” she said, nodding to the dead tree next to the trunk. AJ did exactly as she was told walking unassumingly to the log and sitting down across from Morgan. Morgan leaned over the trunk toward AJ showing Mills that they were taking a break from their walk.

“Now just pretend to talk to me, this should be small enough for me to get with one hand,” Morgan said reaching into the trunk. Morgan saw someone walk up to Mills, turning his attention away from them.

“It’s our lucky day girlie,” Morgan winked, pulling out the little brown package. She ripped it open quickly, wasting no time. AJ looked up from the box and gasped right before Morgan felt the hard blow to her back, knocking her to the ground.

AJ went to scream but a hand clamped down on her mouth ripping her down from the log. She looked on in horror as she saw Hank with a baton standing over Morgan. Another soldier held her tightly, she couldn’t breathe with how hard he covered her mouth.

Morgan groaned, moving to stand up. Hank hit her hard across the back again, tearing a scream from her. He laughed, smashing it down onto her one last time before pushing her face first into the ground. He smiled looking at the large red welts forming on her back from the abuse.

“Not so cocky now are you bitch,” he growled into her ear, pulling her hair back painfully.

Morgan screamed and thrashed under him as he sat on her thighs, twisting her body forcefully. Hank grabbed the back of her neck in response, squeezing it hard. Strangling her.

“You’re not untouchable,” he snarled, squeezing her neck harder. “After I’m done with you, you’re going to wish you were fucking lynched.” Morgan reached for the brown box near the tree trunk, her fingers scratching at the dirt and leaves.

He pushed her face down into the ground again, pulling down her shorts hard. Feeling his fatigues against her bare ass flipped a switch in her.

Up until this moment, she had willingly put herself into these dangerous situations and enjoyed the wild sex. That was strictly because Hunter and Joe never actually hurt her.

Hank was ready to fucking kill her.

Her fingers felt cold steel as her 6 inch blade found its handler. She moved it closer to her under the leaves using the tips of her fingers to turn the blade.

“You’re such a pussy, you hit me when I wasn’t looking,” Morgan rasped, unable to breathe. He growled, holding her neck tighter as his other hand undid his zipper. Hearing him undo his pants, she reached harder for her knife, finally gripping the handle.

Twisting her upper body hard, she stabbed him in the right side, ripping the sharp blade into his stomach. He screamed out, grabbing his side as he fell off of her. She tried to get up and stab him again but strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her back quickly.

“It’s over baby, I have you,” she heard in her ear. It was Hunter, picking her up off the ground and carrying her away from Hank as he held his side screaming.

Hunter was shaking with a molten rage he had never felt before. He could see the huge angry welts forming along her back and the dark bruising all around her neck. Hunter kissed her forehead before gently placing her down next to AJ.

Morgan saw Joe snapping the neck of the man that approached Ed, his arms crushing the man’s throat with a disgusting crunch. At his feet was the soldier that grabbed AJ, already dead. Morgan watched Hunter walk up to Hank and kneel in front of him.

Hank had gone pale and was now crouched over in pain. She had stabbed a good 3 inch wound into his side, possibly hitting a major organ. Hunter calmly moved Hank’s arms away, using his fingers to tear the wound open more.

Clocking back, he punched his arm into Hank’s stomach, pulling out his intestines by the handful.

Turning him inside out.

The screams were otherworldly, agonal and desperate, they embedded into her memory forever. AJ fainted, falling onto her back from her sitting position.

Hank crumpled in on himself, dying slowly as he bled out.

Morgan watched as Hunter noticed something on the ground and picked it up. She saw the small brown box in his bloodied hands. Opening it, he pulled out the birth control pump gun, looking at it confused.

It only took him a moment to read that it was a self-administer implant gun, meant to protect her from pregnancy for 12 months. His eyes looked up to her pained with the realization before darkening into a furious rage.

She moved towards him but he was too quick, snapping the medical device into pieces before she could even get off the ground.

“No!”

**********

Ch 6: Exposed

The Medical Lab was locked down to everyone but high-ranking Officers while Morgan was being evaluated. She fought hard against going, taking down two of his Lieutenants before she was forcibly brought in. The bruising on her neck and back were just too much for them to ignore, she needed to get checked out.

Murph sat at an empty table in the sterile waiting room looking over her background check. They’d gotten the report back a few days ago but he never bothered reading it. He was partially avoiding it because he already knew she was more than just a good fighter. As soon as he sees the truth in writing, he will have to act on it and he wasn’t sure if he could. He wasn’t falling for her, all of that was over and done with now.

He was in love with her.

Murph was not willing to settle for just fucking her anymore. He needed her to properly submit to him, both body and mind, for him to be satisfied. The only way for that to happen was for him to know all of her lies and secrets.

Turning the pages of her file, he was pleasantly surprised with how short it was. She didn’t have much of a record with the United People’s Party, his men only found a few pages of information on her throughout their entire database.

His brow furrowed looking down at the next page, she was recorded as an independent contractor but they redacted her specialty information. That was such a benign thing to conceal, it made him wonder why they would bother.

He could also see dates of when she visited several different training camps along with the names of Officials she’s worked with. So far, he wasn’t seeing anything in her report that would force him to have to kill her.

Murph was relieved; he was worried with how that asshole Commander kept returning for her. Murph smiled to himself, thinking of a particularly cruel way to torture that fuck.

Reading further, he saw that she was better trained in close-combat than most of his own Officers. She was also licensed in all Level 1 weapons, which meant she could use anything she got her little hands on.

‘Yet she chooses to use knives,’ he thought, reading it over intently. Murph wondered if she was a mole or a plant, dropped here by someone to kill them when they were least suspecting it.

He sighed thinking back; he had stumbled upon her asleep in the woods randomly. He was moments, if not seconds before more of his men arrived on a routine scout. She couldn’t have known he would be out there, he took that walk on a whim.

She’s also had plenty of opportunities to kill them and hasn’t done it. Both of them have been completely exposed with her and she did not attack.

She wasn’t exactly the most eager to please either, which in his experience, was the telltale sign of a honeypot. She has been actively trying to escape, fights them constantly and is disobedient every chance she gets.

His frown deepened as he flipped to a full page of completely redacted information.

‘That probably explains everything,’ he thought, looking at the blackened paragraphs angrily. Someone must have worked really hard to hide her information. If it was still redacted by the time it got up to him, there was no way to read it from his side.

CGB watched Morgan on a closed circuit monitor across the waiting room. A physician was touching her neck and shoulders, testing to see if she had any serious injuries from the assault. The tactical baton used on her was straight steel and not collapsible. It could have fractured her spine and paralyzed her.

He watched as she talked to the physician, gesturing aggressively on screen. He could almost hear her attitude through the live feed, her body language speaking loud and clear to him. Her smart mouth was something CGB thoroughly enjoyed, he wished he could hear her, he missed her voice.

She hasn’t spoken a word to him since he broke her implant device. Rushing him in a blur of fists and screams, she called him every curse in the book before going radio silent.

He had never seen her quietly attack before, tackling a Lieutenant to the ground and clawing at his face viciously without saying a word. The second Lieutenant that tried to pull her off the first received a silent kick to the face, knocking him to the ground. That’s when Murph and CGB restrained her themselves.

Getting her under control wasn’t even the hard part.

Dealing with the unexpected pain of her still trying to thwart their efforts to conceive is what really killed him. He genuinely didn’t understand why she was fighting so hard against having their children.

He thought every woman wanted kids, especially those that could actually have them. They would take care of her, give her everything she needed and anything she wanted.

All she had to do was obey them.

‘Is that really so bad?’ he thought, looking at her longingly on the screen. She was turning her head away from the physician, slapping his hands as he tried to inspect her face.

CGB wondered if that fucking Commander planted the birth control for her. He had no idea how long he had been skulking around on their property. He has all the incentive to keep her barren until he can steal her away to breed her for himself. She was defiant enough on her own; the last thing he needed was some dickhead putting thoughts of independence into her head, trying to help her escape.

On screen, Morgan stood up and threw a medical tray at the physician. CGB could see him patiently continue talking, trying his best to reason with her. Before turning away, he saw the physician take something out of his pocket, cautiously handing the small item to her.

CGB leered at Murph from across the room. He felt his anger building as he thought about how dangerously close Morgan was to being killed. He knew this would happen; the moment she was out of his care she was attacked and almost killed.

Murph looked up from the documents, feeling the weight of CGB’s stare. His own eyes narrowed in response, “What?”

“You couldn’t protect her,” CGB snapped, storming across the room. “If we weren’t already outside your house, we wouldn’t have gotten there in time. If she was already carrying, Hank would have killed both of them with just that fucking baton.”

Murph slowly put the documents down and rose up, standing face to face with him. “Me? Did you forget about that cocksucker that took her from your house in the first place?”

A low growl escaped Hunter, “I caught that fucker and will make him pay for his crimes.” He circled around Murph, feeling the urge to fight him grow. “I told you this would happen.”

“No one could have foreseen Hank attacking her,” Murph said, giving him the documents from the table. “Did you read this?”

CGB read them over quickly, his face stoic. “This changes nothing for me,” he said, throwing them back onto the table. “I don’t care who she was, she’s ours now and won’t be going back to whatever shit she was doing before anyway. Besides, I see nothing here that we can’t handle, less than I expected even.”

“We are going to need to actually interrogate her to find out the truth,” Murph said, running his hand through his hair. “That redacted information is a huge problem, no one should have that much of a redaction on that small of a file.”

“I can help with that,” CGB said, his posture shifting at the thought. He could get her to talk and would enjoy the process immensely. Murph looked at him annoyed, “She’s not a UPP soldier but she’s heavily associated with them. She probably has a lot of information on…”

“Commanders?”

Both men turned their attention to the physician as he walked into the waiting room. Morgan came up behind him with a red lollipop in her mouth, her arms crossed over her chest.

They both stared at her as she stood silently, their conversation now halted.

“Are you okay?” Murph asked, walking up to her first. He softly tipped her chin up to see her throat; the dark finger marks were prominent and extensive, with a little more pressure Hank could have easily broken her neck. She turned her head away from him without responding.

“Miss O’Bryan is expected to make a full recovery, I don’t see any signs of permanent damage. Just take it easy with any strenuous activity over the next few days,” the physician said, looking at both men.

They knew what he meant by that.

“She should also probably come back for a follow up soon, her blood pressure is very high. I tried to run blood and urine tests but she… um… declined.”

CGB moved behind her to see her back, grimacing at the three bruises that now matched her neck in hue. “Alright, I want you on standby for 36 hours, she will be staying at the Center moving forward.”

“Oh no, you’re not locking me in that fucking dump again,” Morgan slipped, breaking her silence. She needed access to their houses to gather useful information, the residence at the Center was just a glorified prison cell. She stepped back from both of them, looking around the room for an exit.

“Don’t bother,” Murph sneered, moving towards her. “You’re not going anywhere, this little game you’ve been playing is over. You…,” he said, roughly taking her face in his hand, “are never getting ahold of birth control again.”

Morgan slapped his hand away, “You have some fucking nerve asshole. How did you do it huh?! How did you go into my fucking body and steal mine from me?! You had no right…”

“No!” Murph said, cutting her off abruptly. “You have no rights. Your body belongs to us, you are our property and we’ve decided you will not be taking any fucking birth control. That’s the end of it.” Murph said, his voice cold and matter of fact. She shook with anger, if she had a weapon she would have tried to kill him right then and there.

“The fuck it is!” she screamed, throwing her lollipop at his face. “I fucking hate you and I will never forgive you for this. Do you hear me Joe? NEVER!”

Murph hated the words coming from her, he knew she was just being irrational and emotional but they still stung.

“It’s our fault that we didn’t teach you about your place as our slave,” Hunter interjected, stepping forward. “But don’t worry baby, we will.”

“Fuck you too asshole!” she screamed. She took another step back from them, her posture remained aggressive but they could see she wasn’t at her best. Her normally fiery eyes were tired and depleted, she was still vulnerable from the assault and they knew it.

“From now on, we will act like the Masters’ we are, so there is no more confusion,” Murph continued, moving to flank her. “Now, be a good slave and get over here.” The spark rekindled behind her eyes as she felt threatened.

“I will rip your fucking face off,” she promised, backing up slowly until she hit the door she came in from.

Hunter took out a pair of handcuffs from his pocket, opening them up playfully.

“Here, kitty, kitty.”

*********

Patty pulled Marshall Agners into her office at the UPP Pennsylvania HQ. She saw what had happened to Morgan at the drop point and knew she needed help. Patty couldn’t shake her gut feeling about those soldiers and sure enough she was right.

“The drop was compromised Sal, she needs help,” Patty said, closing the door behind them. She told him what she saw happen, how CG Barberi found the birth control device and broke it before Morgan could use it.

“I have an idea though,” Patty continued.

Marshall Agners sat on Patty’s desk, loosening his collar with a sigh. “You want me to authorize a DND order for you Patricia?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“I can do it Sal, I’ve got to. She’s my girl, I sent her out there without telling her about them and now she needs some help,” Patty said, her big brown eyes pleading. She was supposed to be retired from fieldwork, she was injured last year while trying to rescue a group of infertile slaves and still hasn’t fully recovered.

Rubbing his temple, Marshall Agners sighed heavily.

“Exactly, you mentored her so you know she can handle herself. If she knew beforehand she would have never transitioned organically. She was the only one that fit both of their profiles enough to infiltrate successfully.”

Patty went to a binder on her desk, opening it up. “She has over a dozen orders to complete,” Patty started. “If she gets pregnant you know she can’t complete most of those.” Marshall Agners groaned, wrapping his arms around Patty from behind. “Why are you doing this to me? Do you want me to die from a stress induced heart attack?” he asked, holding her to him.

Patty leaned her head back against his chest.

“Not before me,” she said closing her eyes.

********

AJ looked down at the baggie of small white pills in her hands. She had taken them from the forest floor after Morgan was attacked and knew she needed to get them back to her. AJ didn’t know what they were for but she could see the device Morgan’s Master destroyed was important and knew these pills came with it.

AJ saw the small bag near the tree log in the chaos. Before she was taken back to the house she picked it up, putting the small baggie in her cheek while no one was looking.

She touched the four pills wondering how she was going to get them to Morgan. She didn’t even know where she was, they took her away a few hours ago and she hasn’t heard anything since. AJ looked up startled, quickly hiding the pills as the sound of her bedroom door unlocking echoed in the room.

Squad Leader Mills walked inside with a ring of keys. AJ sat uncomfortably on her bed looking up at him. He looked like such a mean guy; he was about ten years older than her with dark, neatly cut hair, a thick mustache and eyes that seemed to have little patience for everyone and everything around him.

“Stand up slave. You’ve been summoned to see Miss O’Bryan,” he said flatly, motioning for her to follow him. AJ stood up and turned briefly to adjust her bedding, cheeking the baggie of pills discreetly.

They drove through the night in silence to the Center, AJ could feel him looking over at her every so often. She felt weird sitting with him alone, his body all of a sudden looked so much bigger, his hands appeared harder, the lines in his face deeper.

AJ stared out the window into the darkness as they drove, hopeful that she would be seeing Morgan again. She was worried about how badly her Masters’ were going to punish her. They were so mad at her when they saw whatever that device was.

She felt goosebumps pepper her skin as they parked in front of the huge ominous building. It was mostly dark except for a few windows and the very top floor. She followed Squad Leader Mills inside past dozens of troops. Some she recognized, many she didn’t, they were all mulling around quietly. She looked up at a large clock on the wall.

Already 11:17pm.

They went directly to an elevator heading to the fourth floor. Squad Leader Mills led her to the residence, stopping before he knocked on the door to face her.

“I’m sure I don’t need to say this but I will. You will obey every command they give you. Don’t replicate or idolize her bad behavior, their patience does not extend past her.”

AJ nodded her head, she didn’t want to talk with the baggie in her mouth. Turning back to the door, he knocked twice before opening it.

**********

CGB held Morgan tightly as they rode the elevator up, nuzzling her neck from behind. The physician recommended that she get some rest before they use her, advising she should head to bed. So he begrudgingly carried her to the residence making sure he held her soft, squirming body tightly to his own as much as possible.

They decided to give her a treat for tonight, not because she deserves it but because they plan to use it against her when her training starts to get especially difficult. She has been wild since he destroyed her implant device. He expected her adrenaline to start to taper off as she stopped fighting.

The problem was that she hasn’t stopped fighting yet.

“Relax baby, there’s a surprise waiting for you to help with the transition back,” he said, picking her up off the ground from behind. Walking with her in his arms to the residence, he saw Squad Leader Mills standing outside the door. Nodding to him in silence, he continued forward.

“I don’t want a surprise. I want to fucking kill you,” she screamed, kicking in his arms. “And you, and you, you too asshole,” she said, kicking towards random soldiers. “Especially you Ed!” she screamed, kicking at him extra hard as they walked by.

“Mmhmm,” CGB responded patiently, bringing her inside and toward the bedroom door. Letting her down, he opened it and watched her entire demeanor change in an instant.

“Alice!” she exclaimed, running over to the bed and jumping into her arms for a hug. He watched her from the door smiling warmly. He was happy to see her get on so well with another slave and was hopeful the girl would trigger Morgan’s maternal instinct.

She was docile and obedient, they ordered her to become extremely close to Morgan, forming a strong bond. They will allow her to remain with her as long as she does as they say. He was not worried about her telling Morgan about their demands. She was so afraid of them when they spoke with her she didn’t say a single word, just shook her head yes and no silently.

CGB quietly closed the door, locking it behind him.

********

Jack sat in a cramped dark space for what felt like days on end. He woke up bound tightly to a restraint chair with his head forced straight forward. He couldn’t see an inch in front of him because of the darkness, it was also hard to breathe with how small and hot the room was.

Jack moved his wrists feeling them tightly secured. He took a deep breath, grateful they didn’t cover his mouth on top of everything else. As much as he knew they were probably going to beat and torture him to death, it was all worth it for him to get inside the building.

Before deciding to stay behind to try and help Morgan, Jack had an idea. He knew these fucks would bring him back into the Center. So in preparation, Jack swallowed a small, short range but extremely effective radio jammer that would disrupt the entire building while he was there.

He knew Dispatch would notice its activation and start making their moves across the state. Jack pulled against the restraints holding him to the metal chair. These fucks haven’t interacted with him in hours, Jack wondered why they put him in this dark room and just left.

Suddenly, the glass mirror illuminated the small space Jack occupied. The brilliant light blinded him momentarily as his eyes adjusted. He could see he was in front of a two-way mirror that faced directly into a bedroom.

A small brunette sat on a large canopied bed playing with her long straight hair nervously. Jack couldn’t turn his head so he didn’t see who walked into the bedroom until they reached the bed.

To his relief it was Morgan, rushing in to hug the girl, jumping on her happily as they rolled together on the bed. Jack couldn’t help but smile at her childish affection.

He suddenly felt a cold gust of air enter the small space, letting him know someone was behind him.

“Enjoying the view?” asked Murph, painfully squeezing his shoulders as he stood behind him. “You should feel lucky, you’re going to get quite a show before we send your fag*ot ass down to Hell,” he whispered in his ear.

Murph pressed a button on the wall that filled the small space with the noise from the bedroom. He could suddenly hear Morgan and the brunette giggling on the bed in loud clarity. Murph roughly grabbed his hair, leaning close to his face.

“Everything we do to her is directly because of you. Trying to take my property from me would normally just result in a death sentence,” he rasped evilly. “But I really fucking hate you. So first you’ll watch her sleep peacefully with her little friend. Knowing that tomorrow, every scream she makes from my cock slamming into her is all your fault.”

Murph pulled Jack’s hair harder, “You’re going to watch us break her in; fucking every part of her as hard as we want, for as long as we want until she starts to love the abuse and beg for it.” Pulling his head back roughly, Murph laughed sinisterly before punching him hard in the face.

“Then after you watch her take our cum in every possible way, we’ll put you out of your misery.” Murph sneered, pressing the button to turn off the sound. He left just as quickly as he came, leaving Jack alone in the small space again.

Jack spit out the blood in his mouth onto the two-way glass. He watched Morgan roll around on the bed happily as she chatted with her friend.

He was already in Hell.

*********

Morgan and Alice laid on the large canopy bed close to one another. Alice waited a few minutes until she was sure Morgan’s Master had left before she pulled the small baggie from the inside of her cheek.

“No fucking way!” Morgan whispered excitedly, taking the pills from her. She quickly swallowed all four, relieved that for just a moment she had a chance at turning things around.

“I didn’t know what they were for but I could tell you needed them,” AJ said, sitting up.

“You are so smart Alice,” Morgan said cupping her face gently in her hands. “Thank you so much.”

AJ’s heart skipped a beat looking into Morgan’s large, catlike eyes. ‘She’s so pretty,’ AJ thought, bewitched by her. She had never entertained her thoughts about being with women; she only really had experience fucking soldiers as a breeding slave and didn’t know much else from that.

Morgan could sense the conflicted feelings coming from AJ. She looked like she wanted to say something, like she had a secret that she couldn’t hold anymore. Morgan wondered if she was bi-sexual.

“Do you like girls Alice?” Morgan asked quietly, holding her gaze. AJ looked away embarrassed, she honestly didn’t know what she liked.

“I… I don’t know,” she said shyly. Morgan put her hand on AJ’s softly.

“Do you want to find out?”

AJ looked at her like a wide eyed doe, she felt time slow down as she whispered, “Yes.” Morgan smiled sweetly getting up to sit directly across from her. She took both of AJ’s hands in hers, holding them together.

“If you want me to stop at anytime just tell me okay?” AJ shook her head ‘Yes’ feeling her pussy tingle with excitement. She felt her small nipples hardening against the sheer lavender dress and a warm wetness start to collect between her thighs.

Morgan took her hands and moved AJ’s hair behind her ears, cupping her face softly. She touched her lips to AJ’s, lightly kissing her as she used her tongue to open her mouth.

AJ couldn’t help but moan, it felt so good. Morgan’s lips were full and warm, her tongue gentle and curious. Morgan pulled away from her briefly, her eyes looking down at AJ’s body, “Can I touch you?” she asked.

AJ felt self conscious but also excited. Morgan looked down at her body lustfully, making her feel even hornier. She pulled her thin dress strap down her shoulders, exposing her small pale breasts and hard pink nipples.

Her thin dress pooled at her tiny waist as she sat up on the bed. Morgan moved forward, kissing AJ’s neck as her hands lightly ran down her torso. She touched her stomach lightly, running her fingers back up her ribs to cup her breasts.

Morgan moaned against AJ’s neck enjoying this more than she thought she would. She didn’t have much experience with women either but she did know how she liked to be touched. She hated that AJ was fucked with no consideration for her own orgasm by these assholes on a daily basis and wanted to make her feel good.

She deserved to feel good.

“What makes you cum Alice?” Morgan asked, softly tugging on her nipples as she kissed her ear. AJ’s hands went under Morgan’s grey camisole to her big breasts. She felt how soft and heavy they were, how much bigger her nipples felt compared to her own.

Morgan sat up on her knees, pulling off her camisole to reveal her topless chest. AJ moved to Morgan this time, her mouth going directly to her dark pink nipples. Morgan giggled as she fell back onto the soft bed with AJ on top of her, her warm heavy breasts cushioning AJ’s face.

AJ felt her pussy dripping down her thighs as she sucked on Morgan’s nipples and played with her. She was not normally like this but she needed to feel and taste every part of her body, she couldn’t stop herself. AJ was burning up; her pussy throbbed and quivered as she licked and suckled Morgan’s breasts. Morgan moaned too, grabbing AJ’s narrow hips to rub her smooth skin, “You helped me today sweety. Let me help you.”

Morgan pulled down the slip dress from AJ’s slender waist, leaving her fully exposed now. Her natural blonde pussy hair was neatly trimmed like all the other slaves, her skin was smooth and soft with beauty marks peppered across it.

Switching positions, Morgan turned AJ onto her back, kissing her again. She knelt between her open legs as her hands played with the girls’ nipples, rolling them between her fingers.

Jack sat in the small hidden room with a rock hard boner and no way to touch it. He watched Morgan and her friend roll around on the bed, their beautiful show of feminine love slowly driving him insane.

Morgan stood up from the bed briefly to shimmy out of her own small shorts. AJ felt her face flush at the sight of her completely hairless pussy.

Her hips were wide and shapely, with lean legs and a softly defined flat stomach. AJ saw the two tattooed initials on her hips, reminding her of what her Masters’ demanded she do. Morgan crawled back onto the bed between AJ’s legs.

“Stop me anytime okay?”

AJ felt Morgan’s hands on her legs, gently opening them more, “Okay.”

Slowly, Morgan kissed her way from AJ’s neck to her breasts, taking each in her hand. She kneaded and played with them, taking her hard nipples into her mouth to flick her tongue over them. “You are so beautiful Alice,” she whispered, kissing further down her stomach.

AJ found her hands going into Morgan’s long curly hair as she started kissing around her pussy lips. The first lick sent shivers down her spine. Then her tongue slid between AJ’s puffy, slick folds, lapping at her juices excitedly.

“Mmmm,” Morgan whispered looking up into AJ’s eyes. AJ felt like she would cum right there, she had never felt more desired.

AJ felt her legs involuntarily closing as Morgan licked up and down her slit. Morgan held them open, running her tongue over her clit, swirling it under the hood. She then slipped a finger into AJ’s aching pussy, sending an entirely new sensation through her.

AJ saw Morgan’s ass high in the air as she ate her out. Her head fell back, as her hands moved to her own nipples pinching them hard. Morgan slipped a second finger into AJ’s soaking pussy, rubbing both along her g-spot.

That did it for her, with Morgan’s tongue still flicking her clit, AJ felt her orgasm explode through her. Grabbing hold of her hair, she kept Morgan’s face buried in her pussy as she came hard onto her hand. AJ’s moans were loud and unrestrained, her entire body shook with a pleasure she had never felt before.

Morgan moaned into her pussy in response, licking along her labia and sheath. She had never made a girl cum before and was quickly realizing that she liked it. AJ was flushed and squirming, her small chest heaving as she came down from the clouds.

Morgan moved to lay beside AJ, taking her into her arms. They laid together just cuddling, neither needing to say a word.

It didn’t take long before they both were fast asleep.

***********

Murph and CGB looked at the live feed from Beta Team as they walked through the dark cave system. They found a way into the UPP base but it was only accessible to a handful of troops at a time. They couldn’t do any large scale attack but they could infiltrate much easier by travelling through the caves.

“I want two men to go in there as UPP soldiers and gather information on their command center,” CGB ordered standing up from the table. “We also need to figure out what the fuck is going on with our communication system, we can’t get in contact with teams out in the field.”

It was late in the afternoon and he was anxious to get back upstairs and start with Morgan. She was currently helping her little slave friend get settled into her own room in the residence. Unaware that CGB and Murph sent in men to set up the bedroom for her slave training/ interrogation.

Jack watched as men entered the bedroom and began taking away furniture. He had to have been sitting in the chair for at least 16 hours straight. He had fallen asleep after watching Morgan and her friend make love, which seemed like a vivid and beautiful dream.

Now he was back in his own twisted reality, watching men move out everything from the bedroom but the large canopy bed. They attached thin long silver chains to the top railings, running them down to the mattress with straps on all sides.

They also brought in a new piece of furniture that he had never seen before. It looked like a large lazy Susan with bindings attached to it. Jack still couldn’t turn away, he was forced to watch as they put out all the items they were going to use on Morgan.

Everything from lube to whips and cuffs, Jack’s stomach turned at the sight of it all. Not a moment later, he felt cold air rush into the small space again. He could feel the evil presence behind him as CGB approached.

“Wow, Red was right, this is a great view,” he laughed, grabbing Jack’s hair roughly. “Can you believe I didn’t even know this little peeping room existed? Crazy.” Jack could feel CGB stripping off his t-shirt behind him, throwing it on his lap. “What do you want to see first? I was thinking of making her suck my cock again but with her feisty spirit I’ll probably need to use a mouth guard.”

Jack remained silent, not responding to his provocation. Now he knew why they didn’t cover his mouth, they wanted him to participate in their depravity. CGB undid his buckle, slipping his belt off behind Jack. “I know Red can’t wait to start with her ass too, she’s a total natural. After her training, she’ll be able to take both of our cocks at once. Daily.”

CGB laughed as he clicked the button on the wall, filling the small space with noise from the bedroom.

*********

Morgan helped AJ decorate her new room most of the morning enjoying their time together. It was so nice spending time with another girl. As much as Morgan loved to kick ass and fuck shit up she was also very much a girly girl and discovered her and AJ have a lot in common.

Morgan was finding herself really enjoying her company, she was sweet and smart, a real survivor that could easily become a Dove with some mentorship.

As Morgan was putting away a book on a high shelf she heard the bedroom door swing open. She turned to see Joe and Hunter enter the room at once.

“What? You don’t know how to fucking knock?” she asked, annoyed. Climbing down from the chair she looked at them suspiciously, they were both… smiling.

Disturbingly wicked smiles.

They made her uneasy, standing side by side with both of their shirts off.

She looked at their hard chests and scowled. Hunter’s displayed his tattoos, including her initials over the 1488 on his heart. Joe’s tattooed sleeves didn’t take away from his hard bare chest or her initials up on the right side of his neck.

‘Why do assholes always have to be so fucking hot,’ she thought, hating the way her body reacted to the sight of them.

“Come on baby, we need to show you something,” Murph said, moving toward her. She turned to AJ and smiled, “I’ll be back to help you finish up soon.”

AJ looked at Morgan and wished she had the courage to say something. AJ knew she wasn’t coming back anytime soon.

Morgan walked up to them oblivious to what was behind her bedroom door. Murph lightly put his arm around her and led her across the common area. His cock was already straining to be inside of her, enjoying the build up of leading a beautiful lamb to the slaughter.

The lights were off and the shades were drawn in the bedroom as Morgan walked in with both men right behind her. Turning them on, CGB enjoyed the look of shock on her beautiful face as she realized what was happening.

“What the fuck is this?” she asked in a low voice, her body bristled and ready to attack. Murph knocked on the door and she heard a series of locks engage behind it.

Now she was getting nervous, the room was almost a mirror image of Hunter’s, from the bed to the weird fucking furniture she’s never seen before.

“You have a lot of explaining to do,” Murph started, taking off his belt slowly. “We figured you might as well start your slave training while we ask you some questions,” CGB continued.

She hated when they worked together against her.

“Slave training? Ha!” she laughed. “Go ahead and hit me one fucking time and see what happens.”

Murph moved toward her with a smile, his hand running along the bed railing as he closed in the space between them.

“I told you we would never hit you,” he said, standing in front of her. “But like I said before, you will obey us.” He softly cupped her chin before roughly kissing her, holding her face to his with both hands.

She struggled against his lips, pushing hard on his chest as he moved her closer to the bed. Letting go suddenly, he let her stumble back out of his arms onto the bed, right into Hunter’s waiting lap. He held her in between his open legs, rubbing his face in her hair from behind.

“First you don’t need this,” he said, tearing her camisole off her chest. She grabbed his arms to stop him but it had no effect. She felt her back touch his bare chest, his skin was searing hot against hers. He firmly squeezed her tits from behind, pulling her even tighter against him.

Murph walked over to a table in front of the large glass mirror Jack sat behind. He looked directly into it, smiling sinisterly as he picked up a bottle of lube.

“Question number one, who dropped off that fucking trash device for you,” CGB asked, his breath hot against her ear. She struggled in his arms, her tits bouncing in his hands as she twisted back and forth.

“Your whore mother,” she hissed, elbowing him directly between his ribs. He let out a painful grunt releasing her for a moment. She moved to get off the bed but Murph was quickly in front of her, pushing her back down.

“Alright, you want to do this the hard way, that’s fine with me,” Murph said, pulling her shorts off her legs suddenly. Grabbing both of her ankles, he affixed them to the chained straps hanging from the high bedpost. Securing her in seconds, she was left half-hanging with her open legs high in the air and her torso still on the bed.

She looked up shocked at how quickly he secured her into the vulnerable position. Her ass was a good foot off the bed and at a perfect height for their cocks. Almost simultaneously, Hunter secured a pair of soft leather cuffs on her wrists that had a loop for a leash they could attach if needed. They held her wrist tightly together in front of her, limiting her movement.

Murph grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them wide open to look at her hairless pussy and asshole. He stood corrected, chaining her up like this was fucking amazing.

“You are so beautiful Morgan. You will be the perfect slave once we train you to fucking behave,” he said, rubbing her asshole with lube as she thrashed against the chains. “You fuc…,” Hunter crawled onto the bed behind her and put a black ball gag into her mouth before she could finish, securing it under her long hair.

“You had your chance to talk when we asked you your first question. Since you didn’t answer, you’re going to get punished. We will keep doing this until you fucking learn,” Murph said, pressing his index finger into her ass to spread more lube.

She screamed ‘Fuck You!’ through the gag, but it just came out as muffled noise. Hunter leaned over her on the bed, wrapping her long hair in his fist.

“Remember how this ended last time?”

Morgan felt Joe widen her legs and step up flush against her ass. The straps that held her ankles high in the air moved along the bed’s metal railing, leaving her vertically spread eagled.

She looked up at Hunter, pleading with her eyes as she whimpered through her gag. He unbuttoned his own pants, smiling down at her as he pulled her hair tighter. “I know baby but this is for your own good,” he responded to her pleas.

She felt Joe pushing hard against her asshole, forcing his cockhead past her tight rosebud until it popped snugly inside. She wiggled in the air, moving her tight, lubed ass around his shaft. He grabbed both of her ass cheeks firmly and pushed into her, watching as his length slowly slid deeper into her ass.

Arching her back, her whimpers became more high pitched as he pushed further. Hunter leaned down to her ear as Joe’s cock started a slow, deliberate pace into her. He made sure his cock completely disappeared into her ass before he pulled his hips back again.

“I know you want me to play with your little pussy but I can’t until you start talking,” he whispered into her ear, licking her earlobe.

Joe had to slow himself down, he could feel her tensing up and not relaxing. Her ass was so tight, with her body in this position his cock was in the most amazing velvet grip he could imagine. He wanted to touch her pussy too, he could see it glistening, her pink lips puffing up with need.

“One more time…,” Hunter started as Joe stopped pumping into her, slowly pulling his cock from her ass with a wet plop.

“Who dropped off that fucking trash for you. We know it was him, all you need to do is say it. Say his name,” Hunter rasped, eager for her to say the answer so he could fuck her. He pulled out her gag, allowing her to catch her breath, “I don’t know his name,” she lied.

‘They think Jackson dropped off the device?’ she thought, wondering how they came to that conclusion. She didn’t want to tell these idiots otherwise but she also had a feeling that they wanted confirmation so they could justify the horrific things they planned to do to him.

Hunter growled against her ear in frustration, “Liar.”

Murph slapped her ass hard, shaking her entire body with its force.

“Ah! You fucking cocksucker,” she screamed. Murph spread her ass cheeks again and lined his cock up to her tender asshole.

“Go get the mouth guard,” he directed CGB as he forced his cock back into her ass holding her cheeks apart. She growled loudly, gritting her teeth as he thrust hard, grabbing both of her open legs with his large hands. His cock snaked back between her well lubed asscheeks, overstuffing her again. “Tell me!” he demanded, thrusting into her ass hard.

“Never… helping… you,” she got out between hard thrusts.

CGB let go of her hair and walked over to the table in front of the two-way mirror. Grabbing the hard silicone mouth guard from the table, he pumped his cock looking directly into the mirror. He knew Morgan’s whimpers and moans echoed through the small closet, ringing loudly in that punk’s ears.

Morgan was panting, her entire body covered in a thin sheen of sweat as Murph continued to fuck her ass, spreading her legs as wide as they would go. Murph felt her relaxing, her hips yielding to his as he slammed against her. She had her eyes closed tight trying to focus on the burning pleasure building from her ass. She never saw Hunter open the guard directly over her clenched mouth. He pinched her right nipple hard, eliciting a gasp from her. Once she opened her mouth, he quickly put the hard silicone guard in. Immediately stopping her from biting down, forcing her mouth into a permanent ‘O’.

Her eyes shot open as she went to bite but couldn’t, the mouth guard also prevented her from talking but he couldn’t keep it in for too long, it could lock up her jaw. Murph pulled back out of her ass again, unhooking her ankles from the high straps. She fell back down onto the bed and was flipped onto her hands and knees.

Hunter wrapped his hand tightly into her hair as he lined himself up between her plump open lips. She shook her head and backed away from him but he held her tight, forcing his uncut cock directly down her throat. She had never felt her throat being fucked like this before, his musky shaft ran over her tongue but she couldn’t move her lips at all. Hunter soon found that all those small noises she made felt amazing as they vibrated around his shaft. He looked up from her and saw Red rubbing her ass as he cocked his head toward the mirror.

“I’ll be right back,” Murph said to CGB with a grin.

He barely registered that Murph was talking to him as he pumped into her mouth with abandon. Both of his hands were tightly wrapped in her curly hair holding her head against his pelvis as he slammed his cock down her throat, determined to cum directly into her belly. She stared up at him; her big brown eyes were a heady mix of angry, fearful and aroused, all at the same time.

CGB watched his cock go in and out of her mouth, her full lips puckered around the guard masked that she had the device in. It just looked like she was being a good girl, taking his cock obediently down her throat. He felt his balls tighten and twitch already needing to cum. He pulled out of her mouth and let her catch her breath.

“Will you give me a name?” he asked huskily holding his wet cock in front of her open mouth. She pulled away from him again, earning a hard thrust back down her throat.

Murph left the room stark naked and walked to the small hidden closet that held their prisoner. Opening it, he could see CGB aggressively pumping into Morgan’s mouth. She was on her knees facing him, he had both of his hands firmly holding her up by her hair. He could see Morgan holding her bouncing tits with her bound hands and hear the wet slapping and whimpering of their fucking in graphic clarity.

Murph grabbed Jack’s hair and leaned down to his face. “She’s willing to take all that abuse to protect you. Isn’t that sweet?”

Jack had bit his lip in anger so hard he could taste his own blood. This was honestly worse than he expected. He didn’t know why they were doing this to her in the first place. ‘Did they find out she was a Dove?’ he thought, wincing at the ferocity of CGB thrusts into her face.

“What are you going to do for her? You can end all of this right now if you tell us your greeting codes,” Murph said, knowing that if he could tell his soldiers the right coded phrases they would get access to much better information.

Jack was still staring forward, watching CGB force his cock down Morgan’s throat. At this point, she was getting into it, her whimpers had morphed into moans and her ass wiggled eagerly. “That’s a good slave, take your Masters’ cock,” CGB grunted, petting her head.

Jack knew they wouldn’t let her go but he couldn’t stand to watch this anymore. He relented, telling Murph two real greeting codes; ‘Are you hot? Cold as Hell and Are you cold? Hot as Heaven’ and one false code that would give them away.

Murph laughed letting go of Jack’s hair, “So this is what breaks you? Not brass knuckles or even a baseball bat to your shins. No… it was seeing MY GIRL take a real cock that was too much for you. MY PROPERTY that you will NEVER FUCKING HAVE!” Murph yelled, punching him so hard in the face it broke the restraint keeping his head facing forward.

Looking up dazed, Jack saw the moment CGB came down Morgan’s throat. He held her face against his crotch, her hair wound tight in both of his fists. A look of ecstasy overcame him as he groaned loudly, grinding into her mouth.

Jack could hear Morgan’s muffled moans as she swallowed his cum, her small body kneeling on the bed looking up at him submissively. Murph left him in the small closet and returned to the bedroom moments later, his cock ready to be back inside of her.

CGB pulled out of her mouth slowly, taking out the silicone mouth guard. Morgan caught her breath, her lips were red and numb and her throat was a little sore. He cradled her face and kissed her deeply, running his tongue over her swollen lips. “You did great baby.”

Murph approached the bed as CGB moved away. With a silent nod they switched; Murph climbed on top of Morgan in bed undoing her leather restraints. CGB pulled on his boxers and went to go start the second phase of this process. Smashing in that fag*ots face until he admits he helped her.

Morgan panted under Murph, still edging toward an orgasm but unable to reach it on her own. “I always knew you were strong,” he started, kissing her neck as his body covered hers. He held himself up, not pressing any of his weight onto her. “That’s why we branded you, that’s why you will have our children. You’re stronger than he is, he broke and gave up information while you didn’t. He doesn’t deserve your silence.”

Morgan knew for certain they had Jackson now, she hoped he would have left when she told him to but of course he fucking didn’t.

She honestly didn’t care about anything but having a cock inside of her pussy right now. They had to have been fucking her for well over an hour and she had reached the breaking point a good 45 minutes ago. She reached under him taking his hard shaft in her hand and lifted her hips, guiding him inside of her. Murph let out a lustful growl at her enthusiasm, his hips pushing forward full force, into her tight wet pussy. Feeling a cock finally fill her she fell apart, her body unable to cope with the force of her orgasm. They had never fucked her so roughly before and she had never cum so hard before.

She met his thrusts with her own, bucking up her hips and wrapping her legs tightly around his back to stay locked together. He wrapped his arms around her small body reveling in her desire for his cock. He got off on that cunt watching him fuck his property, filling her fertile pussy with his cum.

CGB was stopped on his way to fuck with Jack by Squad Leader Mills. “There is a reported jammer on property blocking incoming communications. Seven of our checkpoints have been destroyed and we are just hearing about it now.”

“What?!”

Mills handed him a satellite phone with Lead Captain Smyth on the other end.

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Jack pulled hard on his restraints, slowly loosening them with each jerk in the chair. The mechanism holding him in place was shattered with Murph’s last punch, inadvertently giving Jack an opportunity to escape.

He bent his head and bit the leather strap holding his left wrist down, pulling it off. Looking up, Jack saw Murph passionately fucking Morgan; he could hear the sweet lies and promises he was saying to her as he slammed into her pussy. Jack’s jaw clenched as he watched them cum in unison, holding each other close as their bodies trembled. He knew the feelings he was experiencing were exactly why these sick, psychotic fucks did this to him in the first place.

Jack felt the leather strap pop from his left wrist freeing one of his hands. Quickly he undid his other wrist and legs, smacking his limbs hard to wake them up.

He could hear CGB right outside the door talking to a soldier about their communications getting scattered, probably due to Jack’s radio jammer. In a divine intervention, CGB was diverted from the door and took a phone call in another room.

Jack could see he was in the upstairs residence of the Center through the cracked door. He saw an adjacent room with a large window that he could climb out of. Without a second thought he moved, running across the hall into the bedroom, quickly closing the door behind him. Turning to face the window, his heart stopped at the sight of AJ sitting on her bed silently.

“Please, shhh,” Jack whispered, desperate to get out of the building before his absence was noticed. AJ looked at him for a moment before she went to the large window opening it. He ran up to it, standing beside her to see how high they were off the ground.

Jack would need to free scale the building to get down. He turned to AJ and kissed for forehead grateful that she helped him escape.

“Thank you.”

Jack climbed out the large window, happy to see that it faced directly out into the forest. Grabbing the ledge with his hands, he started making his way down. He saw the window close as AJ heard CGB scream from the hallway.

“FIND HIM NOW!”

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Patty still had it, as a full grown woman she took pride in her ability to maintain her mature and voluptuous figure while also remaining strong enough for combat. She was the one that taught Morgan to use all of her assets to her advantage including her body to control those around her.

Patty had experienced being enslaved before, she was once owned by CG Wagner of Mississippi. She managed to fake her own death, escaping his evil clutches before he could brand or impregnate her.

Patty knew that Morgan would not have the same outcome as her, these two were nothing like CG Wagner. For one, they were eager to start families, it seems they both have been waiting for a slave that they could share and Morgan just happened to fit the bill perfectly.

Only problem was that Morgan was under the impression she would complete her orders and return in 6 months. But with how they have been acting, Patty had a feeling they were never going to let her go. The pain in that brutes eyes at the sight of the implant gun was jarring to Patty. That was not the look of a fascist, murdering psychopath.

It was the look of a hurt lover.

Patty strapped 3 needles of Depo-Provera to her upper thigh, planning on using one on Morgan as soon as she sees her. The shot was short-term birth control meant to last 8-12 weeks.

At this point, any protection is better than none and there was no way Patty could get another implant pump gun for her. Putting on her boots she began moving through the dark cave system, making her way into West Virginia.

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