The War of 2020 Pt. 09

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Thank you aagurl789 for you wonderful work proofreading and editing this chapter!

As always, please be aware there is graphic content throughout this text.

Please read The War of 2020 Pt. 8 to understand the story. Pt.1 - Pt. 7 are also available.

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Morgan felt the soles of her bare feet ache as she wandered the forest near Joe's house, trying her best to make it back before dark. Her head was still in the clouds, swooning with the stars as she thought about Smyth.

With his chestnut hair and emerald eyes, he was identical to Hunter in intensity and equal to Joe in passion, all while being so different from them in personality at the same time. Another jig saw puzzle of toxic masculinity for her to fucking manage.

Poorly.

"Smyth...," she whispered, walking through the forest in the waning daylight.

She was caught off guard by him; a very unusual feeling for her when it came to men. She was not expecting him to be the type of lover he was, a lover that wouldn't engage without her explicit consent. He demanded that she be an eager and active participant, making her stay in the moment without any force or punishment. A complete change from Hunter and Joe, an intimate dance she had never really done before.

It was honestly a nice change of pace.

She was surprised that Smyth came on to her at all since he had his pick of slaves on the Compound.

Curiosity must have got to him.

She wondered how much of a bitch she had to be to shake these guys, not that she really wanted to anymore but still. She was not able to keep this up for much longer and would fall to them sooner or later at this rate.

'He was nice...' she thought, feeling the slick honey of her pussy slip between her thighs as she walked. '...And playful,' she continued, thinking of how thorough a lover he was, one that made her feel something deeper than just lust as they fucked.

Something much sweeter.

She mulled the ways she could use Smyth, enjoying the thought of spending more time alone with him. He was charming and lively, a soldier that still had his humanity intact even after years of War.

Stepping over tree roots and mossy rocks, she realized she was in familiar territory again. Standing somewhere in the North Quadrant, she was not too far from Joe's house but was still deep enough in the woods to be sufficiently lost.

Looking around, she saw the large dead tree stump that she had originally used with Patty as a drop point almost a month ago Its brown gnawed bark looked more weathered and chipped, like it had taken a few licks itself over the past few weeks.

'It's worth a try,' she thought, approaching the unassuming trunk. She looked around the quiet forest, remembering when she was there to retrieve her care package.

Flashes of that night crossed her vision as she thought back, remembering everything with uncanny clarity. The feeling of cold steel slamming into her back breaking her skin, the welts that formed, the bruises they left.

Then when that bastard was on top of her, the smell of his breath- bitter and rancid, along with the vulnerability she felt...

The pain. The terror. The fear.

She would never allow that to happen again.

Reaching into the dead trunk, her hands touched something sharp and foreign cutting her instantly.

"Ouch," she winced, gently running her fingers over the thin glass pens and broken shards. Her heart quickened and her mind began to race as she mentally pieced together what she was holding.

"Patty...," she whispered, half afraid to get her hopes up. "Did you really do it?" Pulling the thin pens up, she felt her face grow hot as the orange caps came into view.

Three syringes of Depo-Provera; two broken and unusable, one still intact. Enough to protect her for at least three months or enough for all three of them for maybe a month.

Maybe.

She popped the cap off the last salvaged needle and lifted her white camisole, pressing the tip into her stomach. She felt the medicine enter her body as she pushed on the plunger, letting out an audible sigh of relief once a ⅓ of the birth control was administered. She was deathly afraid of needles but felt nothing as she stabbed herself, knowing that she preferred being childless over anything else.

She decided to take the rest with her for Patty and Alice, unwilling to use the entire shot for herself. If she could make it back and give them each a bit, then they all might make it out of this as planned.

She wasn't sure of the science on that but was willing to give it a try.

Morgan smiled at the thought, allowing it to give her comfort as she moved forward, deeper into the darkening forest.

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Murph pressed down on the clutch, shifting gears roughly as he sped back towards the Compound. Having taken his own Jeep to the Capitol, he refused to allow anyone to escort him back and was ready to kill any fag*ot that tried to get in his way.

Driving recklessly, Murph weaved his way through the mangled warzone that was once downtown Charleston, WV. They'd taken a beating all fucking day, getting hammered by mortar shells and drone strikes as the UPP flexed their Commiefornia muscles and decimated the land.

Although he was hell-bent on making it back, Murph was clearly in no shape to be driving anywhere. Steadily pushing his limits, he was already borderline wasted and still drinking straight from the handle. Careening down destroyed roads using dangerous maneuvers, Murph cursed to himself in a drunken rage, angry and belligerent.

'Fucking Shithole!' he roared, driving hard and fast, as if he could handle the uneven terrain. All in an effort to get back home as quickly as possible to see her.

He needed to see her.

Throwing his handle of Bourbon out the door, Murph felt his heart begin to ache painfully in his chest constricting his throat.

A familiar feeling for him now.

Suffocating the little that was left of his dimly lit soul, his emotions were well past the point of no return. Rage; pure and wild, flowed through his veins like liquid fire. He had never been so angry, never felt such resentment for someone in his life.

"I will kill him when this is over," he hissed, feeling his anger toward CGB kindle and stoke towards an inferno.

The worst part of all of this was having so little control over the situation, it made him feel especially fucking helpless having to work within the guidelines of Rule 23. He knew killing CGB would guarantee his own death as a Traitor and destroy any protections Morgan would have as their mutual property.

'Please be there,' he whispered, white knuckling the steering wheel as he pushed past the city limits toward the rural outskirts. His mind had one singular focus and he couldn't afford to get side tracked when she was in danger and missing. She could be miles away from the Compound, hurt in a ditch or maybe even worse.

Dead.

He didn't understand why Mills wasn't answering his phone. Murph called his Lieutenants and they reported Mills was last seen following her into the forest near his home, alone. Murph would be making some changes after today, no one will be left alone with her ever again.

Taking out a satellite phone, he called Mills one last time.

No answer.

"Fuck!" he growled, unable to contain his frustration. Angry at everything, Murph was being irrational and didn't fucking care. He needed to find Morgan or he was going to turn around and fucking murder CGB. He couldn't believe he was stupid enough to think that sadistic fuck could ever change.

Even for someone like her.

Murph knew that CGB couldn't really stop being a psychopath but he didn't think he would actually hurt her. Now, she was going to be even more difficult to train and almost impossible to manipulate into submission.

All because he couldn't keep his fucking hands off her, the one thing he promised to do.

Murph's soldiers watched nervously as he sped towards the outer gates of the Compound, seemingly indifferent to the towering metal barrier in front of him. With just seconds to spare, they opened the iron bars for him, allowing his rampage to continue on unhindered.

Speeding up the empty main road towards his home, he searched for any sign of Mills, anticipating the worst. Mills always answered his phone, especially when Murph and CGB both had to leave the Compound for a raid.

Glancing to his right, he happened to spot a small creature sneaking in the dense forest, its curvy lithe body immediately catching his attention. Moving stealthily along the opposite tree-line, he saw glimpses of golden tan skin and long curly brown hair, the feminine hallmarks he was desperately looking for.

'There you are,' Murph whispered, slamming on his brakes.

Skidding to a stop, he jumped out and made a mad dash for her, abandoning his Jeep in the middle of the road. He followed the flashes of her white camisole that he could see, trying his best to get closer to her as she ran ahead, oblivious to him.

"Morgan!" he yelled, sprinting over thick foliage and loose rocks. He felt his chest tighten at the sight of her running away from him, a sight he didn't want to see ever again.

'You're not supposed to run from me,' he hissed, moving faster.

Morgan turned her head at the sound of a booming voice, locking eyes with Murph for a moment from across the woodland. He saw the confusion on her face as she studied him, a look of genuine surprise that slowly turned cold as he came into view.

Instead of coming to him, her eyes narrowed and she turned, running full speed in the opposite direction away from him.

Again.

"No!" Murph snarled, sprinting with renewed vigor.

She was quick, able to put a solid distance between them as she ran deeper into the forest. But before she realized it, the lush vegetation began to squeeze her against the trees, making it impossible for her to navigate the maze.

As agile as she was, he knew the area better and was able to anticipate where she was heading, taking a path to cut her off.

Morgan felt her legs burning painfully as she ran from Joe; she didn't know where he came from and wasn't sure what she should do next. She needed to get into his house but he came back way too early, there was no way she could get inside without him knowing.

Lost in thought, she didn't see him catching up to her on the left, his athletic build giving him the endurance needed to out pace her. As soon as she saw him she sprinted faster, making a last ditch effort to gain some distance from him.

But it was too late.

He had already slowed down his own pace to hook his arms around her, swinging her into a bear hug using her forward momentum.

"No!" she screamed, digging her nails into his thick tattooed biceps. "Let me go you fucking ginger bastard!" She was indifferent to her clear disadvantage, using her only weapons on him as best she could.

Murph cuddled her thrashing body against his hard chest like an excited puppy, happy to hold her while she kicked violently in his arms.

"You need to stop running away from me Morgan," he scolded half-heartedly, kissing the top of her head as he restrained her. "Jesus Christ."

She screamed in response, scattering birds and animals alike as she tried to land kicks against his shins. He didn't care that she was scratching and kicking at him, it wouldn't have bothered him sober and certainly didn't bother him drunk.

"It's okay, I know he hurt you baby," he cooed. "I know and I have you now..." he said, wrapping his arms tighter around her.

Murph smoothed her soft wild curls as he gently rocked her, ignoring her obvious distress, unconcerned by her screams. Taking a deep breath, he immediately felt better having her safely back in his arms.

Safely back with him.

"What? Oh yeah..." Morgan said, relaxing for a moment as she remembered her 'injury' from Hunter. Murph's large hands moved from her waist to her hips, reminding her exactly what he really wanted.

What he always wanted.

"Put me down Joe," she growled, twisting her body around in his arms as she pulled from his grasp. She was in no mood for this, Smyth just left and she had finally made it back to the house when he showed up.

"Don't worry, I'm taking you home with me," Murph said, lifting her up from behind as he carried her through the dark forest towards his house. She dug hard into his thick arms, desperately trying to tear his flesh apart. She felt so small without her weapons and was frustrated to say the least. Murph didn't even register her efforts, his mind already calculating what to do next.

"I know you're upset baby...," he whispered into her hair, carrying her through the forest nonchalantly. "I promise he will never hurt you again. I should have never trusted him to begin with, that was my mistake. I will be making some changes..."

Morgan kicked her legs up in response, connecting her feet with a tree in front of them. "Stop!" she growled, pushing hard against the towering oak, knocking them both off balance. Murph fell backwards, releasing her from his hold as they both tumbled to the hard forest floor.

"Fuck you Joe!" she said, scrambling to her feet. "You're not going to bring me back there just to fuck me and pretend like you give a shit about how I feel. Save me your fucking bullshit today," she hissed.

He was unbelievable; playing more twisted games with her head than Hunter ever could. He didn't care about her or what she wanted. He used his history with her to control her, gaslighting her as if she were too stupid to notice what he was doing. He treated her like property, no matter how much be tried to pretend otherwise.

'Not anymore asshole,' she thought, squaring up with him.

A deep rumble escaped Murph as he slowly stood, his lips turning up into a crooked smile. "You could have hurt yourself baby," he muttered condescendingly, looking over her nimble body. Moving forward, his eyes narrowed back down onto her face, before his smile faded.

"What did I tell you about fighting me?"

"Try harder...," she whispered, rushing him suddenly with a hard punch to his liver. Murph dropped to a knee in pain, grinding his teeth angrily as he glared up at her with bloodshot eyes.

"God damn it Morgan! What the fuck is wrong with you?!" he hissed, reaching for her again. He was faster than she anticipated considering how drunk he was. He went for her hair first, grabbing a handful of curls to snap her head back towards him. Dragging her down to the ground underneath him, he kissed her forcefully, unwilling to give her even an inch of space. She whimpered against his lips out of reflex, conflicted by the heady mix of pleasure and pain he was forcing on her.

As usual.

Grabbing her hips roughly, he flipped her over onto her stomach, holding her down against the soft grass with one arm. He handled her like a doll; displaying his effortless strength and measured restraint while doing so. Using his free hand, he roughly pulled her shorts down her thighs, finally getting a look at the damage CGB did to her ass.

A large red cut marred her tan skin, slashing across her ass cheeks like an angry lightning bolt. Murph held her still as he looked her over, half assessing the injury and half admiring the body he wanted to fuck so badly. He hadn't seen her all day and felt his hard cock straining to be inside her, seeing her only made it harder to control. She was the only thing that actually satisfied him, every part of her wild being was made for him and only him.

She was never meant to be shared.

He was angry and horny, with both emotions equally competing for his attention and neither being very helpful to him right now. He needed to get her home before she got hurt even more from resisting him.

"Get off me!" she screamed, jerking futilely as he held her down. With a frustrated sigh, he pulled up her shorts, turning away from her plump ass before he ended up fucking her on the forest floor.

"The patience I have for you is fucking incredible," he whispered harshly, his blue eyes dark with anger. "You are such a spoiled bitch, I do not understand why I put up with your behavior." Taking out a pair of metal cuffs from his belt, he felt her jerk away quickly as she anticipated his next move. Holding her still, he cuffed her wrists loosely behind her back, all while she continued to thrash about like a suffocating fish.

Absolutely dramatic.

"You ENSLAVED me you fucking asshole!" she hollered, seething and bitter. He acted as if she should be grateful that he hasn't just straight up kill her when in reality, he should be grateful she hasn't taken a knife to his fucking throat.

He picked her up again, attempting to carry her back to his house for the second time. Ignoring her words, he held her tightly against his chest as she continued to complain.

"I hate you! Just leave me here, I'd rather be with the fucking bears than spend the night with you!"

"No."

"Kill yourself!"

"I don't want to hear it Morgan."

"Then I will KILL YOU!" she yelled, jerking in his arms again.

"You will stay with me tonight, we can talk about your concerns tomorrow. If you behave for once in your fucking life," he lied. He wasn't planning on listening to any of her ridiculous demands come morning. As soon as she was safely locked in his house, he would make that clear to her.

She struggled in his arms again giving him an excuse to hold her closer, snuggling her soft body against his hard chest. He knew she hated how much he treated her like a small animal or better yet, like a literal child. Ignoring her cursing and screaming, he was unbothered by any of her words.

He had tuned her out by this point.

Carrying her squirming body, he thought about how much he hated CGB and how he wished that CGB wasn't a part of their relationship at all. Murph knew this would happen, that it was only a matter of time before that psychotic fuck went back on his word and hurt her, triggering her own need to protect herself. All of this was making her training even more difficult, even more impossible.

"I fucking hate you...," she growled, still twisting in his arms but quickly losing steam. Finally reaching his house, Murph carried her up through a side entrance, large enough that she couldn't kick the door frame to stop them even if she tried.

Growing tired of her incessant squirming, he stopped in his foyer, dropping her directly onto her ass, just a few feet from his War Room. She bounced on the hardwood floor with her hands still cuffed behind her back. Turning her head up, she glared at him with resentment.

"Fuck you Joe."

Murph smirked down at her as he stripped off his dark green shirt, watching her silently seethe from the floor.

"I'm not bringing you upstairs, we will both break our necks if you kick up again."

"Let me kick your stupid fat head then," she mocked, kicking her feet at him.

Murph knelt down between her legs, taking hold of them mid-kick. Spreading her open, he crawled atop her, pressing against her pussy with his hips. Even contorted with rage, her soft face mesmerized him, melting his anger away into warm lust.

He looked deep into her chocolate eyes, searching for her. His girl was down there somewhere underneath all that anger and frustration.

"Morgan," he whispered.