Don't mess with the Army...

The pawn shop owner barely turned the corner when three fast shots rang out. Melody gasped as he fell like a sack of bricks. The crimson blood leaking from his head told her all she needed to know. She clamped her mouth shut, and cursed.

"Any more surprises, bitch?!?" the one gaurding her asked as he walked toward her. "Devon, watch the doors. This bitch needs a lesson in manners." Melody didn't fight when he pulled her up by the hair, or bent her over the coffee table. The world that she knew was gone. Her daughter was dead, the only man she even remotely depended on was dead, and now, she felt her $2000 skirt being pushed up over her smooth, toned ass so a 19 year old pimply faced retard with a camo helmet and a big, scary gun could have quick access to her dry-as-sandpaper pussy.

She grinned when she felt the cockhead press against her. "Jesus H Christ this bitch is dry!" the soldier complained as he pressed his dick against her hole. When he finally got it all the way in, she was still as dry as a bone. Still, he sawed in and out of her, spitting on his cock to make it lubricated. Melody kept her smirk for the entire five minutes he tried to fuck her before saying "Fuck this. Lets move." to the squad. He held her down by her neck, and started to stroke himself. She watched as he pumped his unimpressive cock until he started to gasp. Melody closed her eyes just as he came in a pathetic dribble that fell on her cheek. She wiped it off and flung it to the ground as he zipped himself up. She watched as they rolled out down the hill.

Melody was alone. Her daughter was gone, the pawn shop owner was gone, and she was alone. She picked up the shotgun and racked a round. The handgun she tucked in her waist. She had a vague idea of what was happening, and knew better than to trust the military again. So, armed and ready, she started to walk.