Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... girls in the back were close to hyperventilating from fear. Rita had actually wet herself the last time the car moved under them. Sylvia swallowed hard and began edging slowly across the bench seat closer to Trina. The car made a groaning sound and she could feel it shifting slightly under them. To reach the door handle, Sylvia had to reach her left arm around behind Trina’s back and feel blindly for the handle.

Again, the car groaned and shifted slightly and Sylvia froze. Delores and Rita both let out keening high-pitched whines as they gripped the seat with claw like hands. When the groaning stopped, Sylvia stretched a little bit more and found the handle with the tips of her fingers.

“Okay… I think I’ve got it…” She shouted towards the window on her side of the car.

“Easy! Can you pull the handle to open the door?” Tom asked then held his breath.

Taking a deep breath and saying a silent prayer, Sylvia slowly pulled the handle. There was a mechanical ratcheting clunk when the door locking mechanism released… but then… nothing. The door didn’t swing open. All it did was pop an inch or two ajar. Sylvia pulled back to her side of the bench seat breathing heavily, not so much from exertion as from the intensity, the fear.

“It’s… It’s unlatched, but it didn’t swing open.” She shouted.

“Okay, good! That’s a start. You’re doing great Syl.” Tom called out in response.

“Tom? Please get us out of here!” Sylvia cried out again, her voice growing ever ...

... shakier.

“We will, Syl… just hang on, okay?” He called back.

Tom ducked under the car to look up at the driver side door. Indeed, it was cracked open but it would need to be opened all the way to get Trina out. Reaching up, stretching, he could just hook the tips of his fingers on the lower edge of the door. He pulled, straining to get any movement but the door slowly creaked outwards, opening. It picked up momentum as gravity asserted its force on the weight of the door and it swung fully open… causing the car to rock slightly and the concrete to crumble yet a bit more. Everyone held their breath.

“We’ve got to get them out of there and soon.” Richard spoke the obvious.

“I agree, we’re not going to be able to wait on the tow truck. We need to get Trina out first, she’s unconscious and will not be able to help herself or us. There has to be a way.” Gerald agreed.

Richard looked down once again at the rope at his feet and began to formulate an idea. If they could get an end of the rope into the car and around Trina, the men could pull her out. Then the other girls could exit the car on the own power. Tom must have been thinking the same thing as he rushed over and grabbed the rope. He quickly fashioned a small loop in one end of the rope then folded the loop over itself like threading a needle. The larger loop could be sinched down something, like say someone’s waist.

“Good thinking, Tom. Now, we have to get it around Trina somehow. With the door open on the driver side, ...