Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... caught in her throat.

Tom saw the car shift a little more and sensed that time was growing short. Looking up, even with the door open and Trina roped, it was going to be difficult to get her out of the car safely. If he pulled the rope, she would come out head first and possibly fall over the edge of the bridge before he could get a hold of her unconscious form. The trouble was that he was just a little short, even if standing on the edge of the bridge. Tom looked back at Richard who was still hanging his weight from the rear bumper to keep the car stabilized. Maybe…

“Hang on Syl… just another couple of minutes.” Tom yelled then went to the back of the car and spoke quietly to Richard and the Sheriff.

“I’m too short to get a hold of her as she comes out of the door… Why don’t we trade places and you grab her as she comes out?” Tom said to Richard. “Sheriff… can you… give him a hand with Trina?” Tom asked.

“Yeah, I can do that, but we need to make sure the other girls know when to get out after we pull Trina out. Front seat first, then the girls in the back.” Gerald told the two other men.

“Okay, Rich… you tell them that before you pull Trina out. I’ll hang on the bumper here to keep it as still as we can. Tell Syl and whoever’s on the passenger side in the back to get clear of the car as fast as they can when they get out.” Tom said as he rubbed his hands together preparing to jump up and grab the bumper.

“You ready?” Richard asked Tom.

“Yeah… Here ...

... goes.” Tom said as he bounded up and clamped his hands on the backside of the rear bumper.

The car sagged just a little towards the rear with a groan before Richard let go and settled to the pavement for the first time in what seemed like hours he thought. No time to relax though. He and the Sheriff moved the to the driver side of the suspended car and Richard gingerly stepped up onto the edge of the bridge siding, his left hand up on the inside of the driver’s door, and his right feeling along the edge of the rocker panel.

Once he was stable, or as much as he felt he could be, he reached for the rope dangling out of the door. Looking over his shoulder to see if the Sheriff was ready only to see him also holding the rope, and nodded.

“Sylvia? Girls? This is what we’re going to do.”

Richard went on to tell them the order that they were going to go in so they could get out of the car. First would be Trina, since she was unconscious and unable to help herself. As soon as she was clear, Sylvia would need to open her door and jump out. The Sheriff would be there to help her on that side. After that, both of the girls in the back were to open their doors and each jump out on their side of the car as well. Richard would help whoever was on the driver’s side. And the Sheriff on the passenger’s side. When they all said they understood, everyone took a deep breath and said a silent prayer.

“Here we go… gently, she may be seriously injured, we don’t want to make anything ...