Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... only just realized that her mother was in shock, her father was stunned and injured, how badly she didn’t know. Yvonne realized that the fire was the biggest concern. In this dry dusty wooden structure, the fire would grow like it was in a tinder box… because it was. She grabbed a handful of clothes and stood to try to move everyone out of the tack room. Seeing Duke still holding the rifle by the front stock and the knife still stuck in his groin. She knew that had to be moved first. She slapped Duke in the face to get him to look at her, then she grabbed the rifle and yanked it from his grip and pulling the blade out of him at the same time.

“Up! Move! Now!” She urged loudly. Deeny helped her mother help her father up and they all four staggered out of the tack room that was turning into a roaring inferno. They stumbled a few yards from the doorway onto the ground and Caroline snapped out of her shock and took over. She needed to stop her husband’s bleeding.

“I need something to use as a bandage. Anything!” She yelled loudly.

People had begun to gather by this point. The screams had first drawn their attention, but the blazing inferno was now challenging the draw of the bon fire halfway across the fairgrounds. Deeny had hastily pulled her dress back on, though it was not fastened completely. Yvonne had managed to pull her pants back on but couldn’t find her top, she kept the cape wrapped tightly wrapped around her.

Someone from the crowd, who was dressed as a ...

... mummy of all things, started pulling strips of cloth off arms and legs to pass them to Caroline. She tied a tourniquet around Duke’s right arm at the elbow, then wrapped the wound hastily. The stab wounds of his groin and ass were more problematic. All Caroline could do was hold direct pressure on them until more help could be found.

While the crowds gathered around the burning tack room a staggering figure could have been seen moving along the shadows towards the far end of the fairgrounds. J.D. was making his way back to his truck. He was angry that he had not been able to finish what he had started. It had all gone wrong. He had to get away now and figure something out. Sticking to the shadows he moved as fast as his staggering legs could carry him.

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Cam heard the screams. First the one, that wasn’t very loud and he almost wrote it off to just more Wilding merriment and excitement but then there was the second scream. Leaving his post at the gate he rushed in the direction that the sound had come from. It was easy to tell after a few moments where it had come from though, the growing flames from the burning tack room was a beacon all by itself.

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Trina had just about had enough of Sylvia’s attitude by this point. All the girls had loaded back into her mother’s station wagon and of course Sylvia had been on a verbal tirade, nonstop since they left the barn. As she pulled onto the main road from the parking lot, Trina reached over and ...