Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... further assistance from his side. Gerald stretched and held the weight until Richard backed out of the other open door on the driver’s side.

“The seat belts won’t work with her lying like this. I’m going to ride back here with her… I’ll just… kneel in the floor board I guess.” Richard declared.

“What about your truck?” Gerald asked, thinking that if Richard rode with him and Trina it would be left parked on the bridge.

Before an answer could be made, however, flashing yellow lights appeared coming around the bend from the same direction that the Sheriff had traveled earlier. The tow truck had arrived. Richard asked if they could just tow his truck to the Sheriff’s station or something like that. Gerald agreed that would be a good idea and instructed the driver to do just that. That left only the other three girls to look after. Gerald looked at Tom… Tom looked at the three other girls and then back at the Sheriff and nodded.

“They should be checked out as well, shouldn’t they?” Tom asked.

“Probably a good idea… could they ride with you if you follow me to the hospital?” The Sheriff asked.

“I don’t get to drive very often, but I think I can manage… If you might put in a word for me to my dad when it’s all over with?” Tom wondered out loud, thinking that the old man would be pissed that he had driven all the way to Kansas City.

“Yeah, I’ll make sure you don’t catch any flack over this, you’re being commissioned to assist law enforcement. Okay everyone, load ...

... up and let’s get this girl to the hospital! Gerald declared.

The Sheriff, did a three point turn on the bridge before heading back the way he had come from earlier and towards the interstate. Tom, his mother’s car loaded up with the other three girls, Sylvia in the front seat of course, followed behind the cruiser.

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Deeny knocked softly on the bathroom door before turning the door knob and pushing it open a crack. She felt silly doing it, considering what she and Yvonne had been doing earlier in the evening, but it was courtesy ingrained by growing up in her mother’s household.

“Y? It’s me, Deeny. I’ve got you some things to wear. I’ll set them here on the toilet seat. Take your time. I’m going to go back downstairs to be with Lee.” Deeny called out just loud enough to be heard over the running water in the shower.

“Thank you, sweety. Go! I’ll be fine. I’ll come down and join you shortly.” Yvonne replied from under the shower stream.

Deeny did not see Yvonne hugging herself, desperately trying to calm herself internally. The events of the evening having caught up with her as the hot water began to cascade over her naked body. Despite the heat of the water, she was trembling as if she were freezing to death.

Yvonne had lived a difficult life as a youngster. She’d seen and received more than her fair share of abuse and violence from people who were supposed to love and care for her. But what she experienced tonight was beyond any of that. Never ...