Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... hold slipping.

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“Can anyone in there hear me?” Richard shouted towards the passenger side of the teetering car.

Seeing how precariously it was balanced on the edge of the bridge, Richard was afraid to just go up to it and try to open any doors as he would have if it were firmly on the ground. He thought he had seen movement in one of the windows, so he stepped a little closer and was about to give another shout when the passenger side window on the front door began to roll down. A frantic, ghostly pale face with flaming red hair popped into view behind the lowering window.

“You!” Sylvia sputtered in shock and surprise. His was the last face, or almost last face she would have expected to see at this moment.

“Oh… S… Sylvia… right?” Richard sputtered, as the realization of who’s car this was and who would be driving it.

“Yes… can you help us?” Sylvia said in a much smaller voice, realizing that this thorn of a man might just be her salvation.

“Is everyone else, okay?” Richard asked before swallowing a lump in his throat.

“Yeah… I… uh… I think so. Trina is unconscious though, so… I don’t know for sure.” Sylvia half shouted over the revving engine.

Richard felt his heart flip in his chest. That sweet girl could be hurt, badly even. He had to do something to help. The sound of the engine and the smell of raw gasoline dripping from the ruptured gas tank under the car connected in some small part of his mind and lit up like a warning sign. He ...

... had to get that engine turned off first and get the girls out of the car as soon as possible.

“Sylvia?” Richard called loudly, as calmly as he could muster his voice. “Can you reach the key to turn the engine off?” He asked.

“I… I don’t know… I think I can…” Sylvia responded before turning back towards Trina’s unconscious form draped over the steering wheel.

When Sylvia leaned across the seat to reach for the key in the ignition the weight in the car shifted slightly towards the front. As a result of the shift, the car began to slowly tilt farther down over the edge of the bridge. Her fingers were on the key when she noticed the change in attitude and nearly panicked and jerked back before turning the key to off… but she turned the key first.

Richard noticed the car tilting towards the dark water below as well. He too, nearly panicked but instead of freezing up he leapt to grab ahold of the back bumper. His body weight, though insignificant in comparison with that of the car, was enough to counter balance Sylvia’s movement and the car eased back up closer to level again. As the car tilted, Richard’s feet just touched the pavement on the bridge before the car stopped moving again.

Inside three of the four hearts were beating extremely fast in panic and fear. Delores and Rita were both crying, whimpering and keening with fear. Sylvia was scared too, but she was holding it together as best she could. She realized that this was a bad situation that had gotten even ...