Melody's story, cont

She turned on the radio as she swerved through the streets. The Hot Dog Vendor slammed hard into a mailbox, and rolled away. She knew better than to go the police. Whatever was happening would have them swamped soon enough. She thought about driving back to work, but silently cursed herself for not approving the budget to get the building's security personell firearms.

Still listening in horror to her daughter's muffled cries, she looked in the rear-view mirror and saw the sign for "Pawn Shop" on the corner. The havoc was still several blocks down, and the people around her seemed to be oblivious. She "Honey! Where are you? I'm coming for you, baby!" she said. "I'm..ugh. slurp slurp ooohmmph ...Tanyas! UGHH!!! No! Oh GOD MOM! IT HURTS!" The sounds of grunting and sobbing filled the car. Melody whipped the car around fast, and came to a skidding stop in front of the store. She ran in and up to the counter.

An overweight bald man with a bored expression but shrewd eyes met her frantic bewilderment with curiosity. He was obviously the owner, and alone. "I need a gun. Right now." She said, breathlessly. She looked at the wall, and pointed to a shotgun. She had never taken lessons, and wanted something she could shoulder. He raised his eyebrows, and grabbed the shotgun from the wall. The price tag said $200.

That'll be a grand, if you want it right now." He said, and waited. She didn't even hesistate to rip a wad of bills from her pocketbook. "You'll need shells." he said, putting a box on the counter. "$100 bucks." he said. She cursed him and ripped another bill. She started out the door, and quickly realized that she didn't have a chance. She turned, and pulled the rest of her cash out,

"You know how to shoot?" she asked. He looked up and nodded. "Someone is hurting my daughter, and in about five minutes this place is going to be overrun. "3000 dollars to come with me right now."

"With all due respect Ma'am, if I'm about to get overrun then I'm going to make a lot more that 3 grand." What he said next was said so casually it took her a second to register it. "I'll go if you fuck me." She was stunned.

Her mind recoiled, but her mouth said. "Fine! Let's just go!" He grinned, grabbed a handgun from below the counter, and walked over to her.

"I need a down payment, right now." he said, and pushed her against the counter.

"Fine. Hurry up." She said, spreading her legs and gritting her teeth. She didn't resist. Every second she wasted was a second of horror for her daughter. She felt him lift her black designer skirt and run a hand up her pantyhose. "Fuck me, already!" she yelled. She felt his rapidly stiffening cock against her thigh as he pushed her facedown. His thick fingers pushed her panties aside. With slow, steady pressure, he pressed his cockhead between her lips. She pressed backward, hard.

Melody gritted her teeth as he **** it in her dry cunt until he was all the way in. He slid it in and out, in and out, just enough to get her juices flowing so it was easy; and then pulled his dick out and zipped up. All told, it only took a minute. "There. Now we can go."