Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... cable end hook.” Richard said to Tom.

“Okay, that’s one end, now what to hook the other end to?” Tom asked as he measured the length of the cable silently in his mind.

“It’s only twenty feet… the length of the cable.” Richard supplied, knowing that Tom was determining that himself as well.

“That’s too short to reach the railing on the other side of the bridge…” Tom began and turned and looked at Richard’s truck then glanced back up at the taller man.

“Yeah, I was thinking that myself. The keys are still in it… Go start it up and pull up closer. There’s a hook ring under the front bumper on the passenger side.” Richard said even as Tom bolted to the truck to get in and move it.

Tom eased the truck up to within ten feet of the tall man hanging off the back bumper of the dangling car. He turned off the engine and reset the parking brake then jumped out to run around to the front of the truck. He grabbed the working end of the stretcher up off the pavement and moved quickly over to the front bumper of the truck. On his hands and knees, he reached under the bumper and found the hook ring and… hooked the stretcher to it.

Tom spun around, still on his knees and looked up at Richard to make sure the other end was connected to the car. Richard nodded and groaned as a cramp shot up his arms. Tom began ratcheting the arm to wind in the cable. But… the cable wasn’t moving. With a curse, he slapped at the mechanism reengaging it from where he had switched it off to ...

... pull the cable out earlier. Once more he began ratcheting the arm lever, inch by inch the cable began to wind onto the spool, eating up the slack between the stretcher and the car bumper.

“It’s moving… the slack is being wound up I mean.” Richard declared the obvious, not so much for himself or Tom but for the four girls inside the car.

“HANG ON LADIES… We’re trying to secure the car. Keep sitting still for a little longer” Richard shouted towards the front of the car.

“Okay, the slack is almost gone, it should start pulling here in a second.” Tom noted a little breathlessly as he continued to ratchet the arm as if he were a machine rather than a man.

Even as he had spoken the words, the cable began to draw tight and Richard noticed that he was almost standing completely on the pavement again. Crank after crank the cable drew tighter and then with a rending metallic groan the car tipped ever so slightly more towards horizontal, the back end of the car settling a little lower. Still though, Richard was afraid to let go and upset the delicate balance of weight balanced on the edge of the bridge.

Inch by inch, the cable drew tighter. Abruptly there was a shift, the car settled a little farther on the edge of the bridge as some of the concrete crumbled and fell away… down to hit the water below. When this happened, the car slid forward an inch or two further and the front end tipped a little more towards the water as well. The cable actually thrummed like a guitar ...