Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... Cam led Caroline over to the nurses’ desk and asked to use the phone. Caroline dialed the number for the old farm house, hoping that her daughters had gotten home safely.

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“Boys, I think that’s as far as we dare try to move it for now. That siding is too weak and is liable to crumble. We gotta think of something else. I’ve got a tow truck coming but I’d feel a hell of a lot better if we could get those people out of the car.” Gerald told Richard and Tom.

“Couldn’t we just have the girls open a door and climb out?” Tom asked, thinking out loud.

“That could be dangerous, with the weight shifting… the girls in the front would have to come out first and one of them is unconscious.” Richard stated, immediately thinking of how they might get the driver out without her help.

“Well, we have to do something, that car could slip any second.” Tom said eyeing the rope at Richard’s feet again.

“What if we can get the front doors open and the girls in the front out of the car first? Tom asked.

“That might work on the passenger side, that girl is awake… but what about the driver, she’s out cold.” Richard said… then added “And the driver’s door is hanging on the other side of the rail…” He left the rest of his negative thought unspoken but it was understood by Tom and the Sheriff all the same.

Tom swallowed and then bent down to grab the rope, and eyed the front of the Sheriff’s car again. Then turned to the other men with the beginnings of an idea in ...

... his mind.

“What if the front passenger could slip a loop around the driver and we pulled them out through the passenger side door?” He asked.

“That would depend on whether or not the passenger could get the rope around her.” Richard said.

“Her?” both the Sheriff and Tom asked at the same time.

“There are four girls in the car.” Richard told them.

Tom stepped around the back end of the car to the passenger side and called up to the window.

“Hello? Who are you, in the car?” He asked loudly.

Sylvia gasped when she heard the voice. It was Tom! Her Tom had come to save her! She gave a little burble of disbelieving and surprised laughter.

“Tom? It’s me… Sylvia! Please help!” she called out.

“Sylvia? Who else is in the car with you? Who’s driving?” Tom called out the questions even though he was pretty sure who Sylvia would name.

“Uh… Me… and Delores and Rita…and Trina. Trina is… I don’t know if she’s hurt badly or not but she’s unconscious.” Sylvia called out naming her fellow passengers.

Gerald heard the girl call out the names of the others in the car, he now knew that Walter or Vivian wasn’t involved, but their daughter was. He could still envision her troubled and worried face the last time he’d seen her.

“Syl? Can you reach over and open the driver’s door?” Tom asked Sylvia hopefully.

“I… I don’t know… I can… try.” Sylvia responded doubtfully, obviously afraid to try.

Rita and Delores looked at Sylvia with wide fearful eyes. Both of the ...