Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... Trina.

Just as he knelt down next to the girl himself, there came another groaning rending sound from the suspended car. The concrete on the edge of the bridge siding crumbled some more and the car slid forward a few inches. The cables on both the cruiser’s winch and the fence stretcher were humming and ticking.

Gerald had seen steel wire cable break before and he knew what was coming. He laid down and covered Sylvia’s unconscious form with his body as he called out a warning to the others.

“GET CLEAR OF THE CABLES!!!” He shouted as loudly as he could.

Richard heard the humming and pinging as well as everyone else. Rita was still standing by his side looking down at Trina. He reached up and grabbed her around her waist and yanked her down beside him next to Trina’s prone body. Had he taken even a heartbeat longer, she might not have lived.

First the lighter weight cable of the fence stretcher broke. It snapped like a piano wire, whipping back from where it had parted and lashing the front of Richard’s truck, knocking out the driver’s side headlight and parking light and cutting into the fender almost an inch. Seconds later the heavier winch cable from the Sheriff’s cruiser gave way. The cable didn’t exactly break like the fence stretcher, it stripped out of the fastener on the hook. The whiplash was similar though, whipping straight back at the cruiser leaving a welt on the top of the hood, cracking the windshield and shattering part of the light bar over the ...

... passenger side of the unit.

When both cables were free of the car, nature’s laws took over. The crumbling edge of the bridge, the front end weighing more than the back end, the car tipped further forward. To everyone watching it, it looked as though it were happening in slow motion.

The back end of the station wagon rising higher and higher as the car slid forward until at last the entire car plunged down into the dark water of the lake some thirty feet below. For a moment the car seemed to float, upside down. Then, like a lazy swimmer, front end sank deeper and the rest of the car followed. In a minute all that was left was a rising column of bubbles.

Trina groaned and brought a hand to her forehead. Richard gently brushed some of her blonde locks from her face as her eyes slitted open and immediately closed again as she groaned yet again.

“Owwwww…” was the first word to come from her lips.

“Easy now… lay still Trina. You may be hurt badly.” Richard spoke to her keeping one hand on her shoulder and the other on her hip so she wouldn’t try to sit up.

“W… what? Owwwww!” she sputtered again, wincing, her eyes scrunched tightly closed.

“You were in an accident… do you remember that?” Richard asked her as calmly as he could.

“Y… yeah…” Trina began then her eyes shot wide open with a look of panic.

“Sylvia! Rita… Delores?” She began to ask of her passengers as she again tried to sit up.

“Shhhh… they’re okay, Trina. They’re right here. We’re all worried ...