The War of 2020 - Sex Stories

The War of 2020

... she hated how much she had missed it. She had been fighting for so long, living with mostly men got her used to 5 minute showers. She couldn't remember the last time she had a bath like this.

It was unbelievable that out of all the people in the world she sees, it's fucking Joseph Murphy. Seeing his dark blue eyes staring down at her was akin to facing a grizzly bear.

He was always such an arrogant jerk, trolling and critiquing her opinions for the fun of it. She had heard stories of what happens at these Compounds. Murder, torture and much worse. Now she knew that was done at the hands of Joe, a fucking Captain General.

He looked so different now, his hair used to be a much a lighter red, now it was almost burgundy. He also didn't have tattoos all over his arms before, he looks so much more menacing with them.

She had made it this far, she couldn't let this throw her mission off track. Letting her hair out from its elastic, she rubbed her scalp tenderly feeling the long curls fall past her shoulders. Taking off the rest of her tattered clothes, she slipped into the scalding hot water, submerging herself.

She had found a way in and that's all that mattered.

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"Three men were found in the North Quadrant, Sir. All KIA from close combat knife wounds to the abdomen and neck. A rifle was left behind with UPP markings from the United People's Party," Sergeant Griffin reported to CG Murphy in his downstairs War Room.

He was happy with how fast his men found the bodies, if he was a moment later they would have surely found her. "Do double rounds tonight, anything you see is shot on sight, understood?" He replied looking down at a map of the Compound and surrounding forest.

"Yes, Sir."

He nodded to the Sergeant, "I need you to get Lead Captain Smyth for me too, he's probably down at the Cabins. No one else is to bother me for the rest of the night unless it's a Red Level threat."

"Of course, CG Murphy." The Sergeant saluted and left as quickly as he had come, leaving Murph alone with his thoughts.

She's a UPP soldier, an undeniable enemy of his. He grit his teeth, they didn't usually have women as soldiers but those equality fag*ots would have anyone on the front lines willing to die for the cause.

He went over to his dark oak desk, settling down in his leather chair. He pulled out an old bottle of Bourbon from a side drawer. Opening the bottle, he paused before taking a long swig. "A soldier..." He scoffed. She was so small, barely 5' 5" but was somehow able to kill three of his men without firing a single shot.

How?

He stood as he heard Smyth's motorcycle snaking up his gravel driveway. Not long after, his front door opened, the sound of heavy boots echoing through the house. "Murph, you better have a damn good reason calling me up here so late," Smyth drawled.

He strode in wearing just camo shorts and combat boots. His bare chest heavily tattooed with a portrait of 'The Battle of Bull Run' ...