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 thro