Chapter 9: Progeny

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 sunlight.

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 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 than 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 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 inact 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. It’s 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.

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 hellbent 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 began 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 needed one singular focus, he couldn’t get side tracked when she was in danger and missing. She could be miles 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 see a small creature sneaking in the dense forest, it’s curvy lithe body immediately catching his attention. Moving stealthily along the opposite treeline, 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 was already on what he was planning on doing 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,” 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 to her thighs, finally getting a look at the damage CGB caused to her ass.

A large red cut marred her tan skin, slashing across her asscheek like an angry lightening 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 futility 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 anticipating what he was going to do next. 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 like she should be grateful that he doesn’t just straight up kill her. When in reality, he was the one that 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 going to listen to any of her ridiculous demands, 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 he 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 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 under all the anger and frustration, Morgan. He saw a spark in her eyes in response to him, giving him the confirmation that she wouldn’t.

The acceptance he craved.

He knew she wasn’t really angry at him, she was angry at the asshole that hurt her and was acting out because of it. A natural response considering everything.

“Take these fucking cuffs off me Joe!” she hissed, squirming with him still firmly between her legs. He wrapped his arms around her, running his hands up her back toward her neck.

“Say ‘Please’,” he taunted, leering down into her eyes as his hand slowly squeezed. He felt the delicate curls at the base of her neck, and the jump in her pulse as her blood raced through her, warming her from within.

She was excited too.

“Please ... Go fuck yourself,” she replied sweetly, narrowing her eyes. Murph grabbed her thighs with both hands, squeezing them hard as his patience began to wear thin.

“Say ‘Please Master’,” he clarified, running his hands back up to her shapely hips, hooking his fingers into her small black shorts.

She clenched her teeth feigning anger, “I will not call you Master.” She was not about to contribute to Joe’s insane ego. He was hungry for her submission more than anything else and she was ready to let him starve to death.

“Then it looks like you’ll be in cuffs for a while slave,” he replied with a smirk, pulling her shorts roughly down her thighs and off her legs.

She continued to glare at him as he slowly moved his hands back up her thighs, running them lightly over her sensitive skin towards her bare pussy. His calloused fingers skimmed her soft lips, rubbing the warm mound gently as her face started to flush red.

She saw his blue eyes brighten at the response, before he slowly lowered his head between her thighs, easily holding her legs open as she tried her best to close them.

Morgan let out a strangled moan as his tongue immediately found her clit, teasing the sensitive nub before he touched her anywhere else. Licking her exposed pussy, he took her sensitive labia between his lips tearing gasps of pleasure from her. Then just as soon as he started he stopped, lifting his head back up to look at her mischievously.

“Say ‘Please lick my pretty pussy Master’,” he teased, holding her ass firm with both hands. Pulling her closer to his face, she was forced to scoot down, bringing her pussy right up to his lips. She turned her nose up and didn’t respond but in reality, she was enjoying herself too.

This was a great distraction for her while she worked on the metal cuffs behind her back.

And it didn’t hurt that Joe’s mouth was an entirely different lover from the rest of him.

Since they do this shit to her all the fucking time, she decided to try twisting her wrists as she’s cuffed, keeping them from being tightened all the way. With enough slack and effort, she should be able to slip out from them.

Today was as good a day as any to give it a try.

“Please... , “ she whispered, feeling his hands knead her asscheeks roughly.

“Please what?” he asked, lightly kissing the inside of her thighs. His lips trailed up the sensitive area as his hot breath traced goosebumps across her cool skin.

“Please... , “ she continued, drawing him closer to her. Leaning down, she met his lips for a kiss right as she felt her hands slip free of the cuffs. Dancing her tongue with his, she felt him melting into her, lowering his guard as she took control of his mouth. Then with her lips still locked to his, she wrapped her hands tightly around his neck, choking him.

In an instant, she pushed him onto his back and mounted him, holding her small hands firmly around his neck in a stranglehold. He looked up at her confused, still processing that she somehow got out of the handcuffs and was now on top of him.

Choking him.

“Please stop being an arrogant dick,” she growled, squeezing his neck hard before crashing her lips back down onto his. He was stunned, he had never really been overtaken by anyone, let alone by someone as weak as her, a woman. Murph’s hands mindlessly wandered her hips, rubbing them softly before he remembered that she escaped her cuffs and was trying to choke him.

“You little fucking... , “ he growled, grabbing her roughly as he flipped her back over, getting on top of her again. Pressing down onto her, his large arms caged her small body underneath his, trapping her against the floor.

“What? Am I a bitch? A whore? Maybe a sloot?” she laughed, smiling up at him ignoring the clear warning in his eyes.

“D. All of the above,” he mocked, pressing his hips against her bare pussy again as he reclaimed her mouth. He held her wrists tightly above her head in one fist as his fingers tweaked her pert nipples. Twisting underneath him, her heavy tit pleasantly filled his palm, allowing him to feel her heartbeat as it hammered in her chest.

“What are you going to do about it?” she taunted, enjoying the fact that he was not only horny but also visibly frustrated.

“Morgan...”

“What?” she pouted. “Are mad a little girl got the better of you? Hmm?”

“Stop...” Murph started, before he was cut short by her lips pressing up against his.

“Its okay,” she teased, biting his lower lip. “I know how frustrating it can be to lose to a girl.”

Murph let go of her wrists and spread her legs wider, kneeling between them again. Unzipping his slacks, he took out his hard cock, too impatient to completely undress.

“I don’t fucking lose,” he growled, holding her legs apart as he forced his cock deep into her pussy in one hard thrust. She cried out as his hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he railed into her in angry hard thrusts, slamming her against the hardwood floor.

“Yes you do, you fucking loser!” Morgan chided, still fighting with him as he fucked her roughly. Murph mauled her tits in response, squeezing and pulling at her hard nipples. She couldn’t help how wonderful it felt having him angrily fuck her; the feeling of him losing control and needing to have her, needing to take her. She wondered if this was what she was actually attracted to, the urgency in their need for her.

Their fierce desperation to have her.

“I came all the way back here just to check on you and this is the fucking ‘Thanks’ I get,” he growled, pulling out of her pussy momentarily, only to flip her onto her hands and knees. Holding her hips firmly, he forced her ass up and shoulders down, kneeling behind her.

Her pussy throbbed and tingled with excitement at his rough handling, enjoying the feeling of him overpowering her again. ‘Why do I like this so much?’ she thought breathless, feeling him press against her pussy from behind. She was a fighter before this mission, a certified killer and soldier trained by some of the best. So why did she enjoy being fucked like this? She used to kill assholes like Joe and Hunter without a second thought and now she was taking their cocks whenever they wanted.

And secretly, she was loving it more each time.

“You came home just to fuck me you goddamn liar!” she yelled, still feigning anger. “You don’t give a shit about me and neither does Hunter.”

Murph bit against the back of her neck as he impaled her pussy again, using his cock to deliver his response. Her face pressed against the hardwood floor, muffling her gasps and growls, turning Murph on even more. For some reason none of this took away from the intense feelings building within her. The orgasm that was preparing to take away the last bit of power she had, stripping her completely bare.

She couldn’t keep up the show anymore, he knew how to fuck her and she still didn’t know how to take it. This has been going on for too long, she was being defeated by their sheer persistence alone.

Uncontrolled screams escaped her as an orgasm ran its course, lighting her blood on fire. Murph continued his relentless thrusts, fueled by waning anger and growing pride as he felt her tight pussy contract around his cock.

“There is nothing wrong with fucking my property,” he rasped into her ear. “She loves it.”

Nibbling at her now, he continued to impale her voluptuous body as she struggled underneath him, trying desperately to make his words untrue. Looking down at her, he could feel himself losing control, getting too rough with her on the hardwood floor.

She felt so good, her warm silken pussy grasped his cock like a personal glove. Yet his lustful haze slowly cleared as his eyes fell on the angry slash across her ass, reminding him of what he was actually here for.

To make sure she was okay.

Murph forced himself to slow down, letting up from her back as she continued to twist underneath him. He gave her more room to move, allowing her to turn enough to see him again. Taking hold of her left leg he lifted it up, fucking her in the new position as he felt himself fill her pussy again.

Looking down, he watched her face contort in pleasure as he plunged into her in slow deep strokes.

“You need to stop running from me or I will lock you in a Goddamn Cabin for the rest of your fucking life,” he promised, squeezing her leg against his chest as he fucked her harder. Writhing under him, Morgan felt his cock hitting every sensitive nerve in her pussy, making it impossible for her to think straight.

He dominated her so easily, without any effort or technique and he didn’t care if she liked it or not.

“Stop chasing me and I’ll stop running,” she rebuffed, taking hold of his hands to pull him down onto her chest. She twisted her body more until she was fully on her back underneath him again, her legs now firmly wrapped around his waist.

“No. You don’t get to make demands Morgan,” he growled, “I tell you what to do and you fucking do it.” Forcing his swollen cock back into her pussy again, he felt the instinctual need to fill her with his cum and had no way of slowing down now.

Her head fell back as he took over for the last time, thrusting into her with uncontrolled abandon, using her supple body to attain his own release.