The Case Ch. 02

"I'm sorry," he said through chattering teeth.

"Shut up!" she whispered and held onto him tighter.

She held Jake to her body for what seemed like an eternity before he stopped shaking. She thought that it was idiotic for him to go out in the blizzard dressed only in his suit but she felt a little guilty for stealing all of the spare bedding in the house and keeping his overcoat.

"Idiot," she whispered and moved a lank of hair out of his eyes.

He seemed to be fast asleep, his breathing deep and steady. Jake's body was now warm to her touch and she tried to extricate herself from his embrace but he clung to her in his sleep.

"Fuck," she whispered again and gave up.

She fell asleep with his arms around her and her arms around him.

When she woke up her head was resting on his arm and he was leaning over her, watching her.

She pushed him away but outside the pool of their warmth the bed was freezing and she scampered back into his warm embrace.

"You are an idiot," Sharon said, her voice loud in the quiet room.

Jake just furrowed his brow and looked at her.

"Going out in that storm dressed like that," she explained.

"I wanted to have a fire going when you woke up. You were right. Without some heat in the house we are going to freeze to death," Jake whispered.

"And you nearly killed yourself doing it," her voice held no warmth.

"It's my fault that you're here. I feel responsible for you," Jake gave her a feeble smile.

He was handsome, even with his face stubble and mussed hair.

"You keep reminding me that it's my fault; that I'm here because I handcuffed myself to the case," she replied.

"Then I guess we are at an impasse," Jake's smile became a grin.

Jake's body was pressed against hers and she was aware that he was erect. She could feel it pressing into her belly.

"I'll get up and get the fire going," Jake tried to extricate himself from the tangle of limbs.

Sharon clung to him.

"Stay here and keep me warm a while longer," her voice sounded thick and sultry.

Jake looked at her questioningly. He gazed at the circle of sapphire blue on the outer ring of her brown irises, her high cheekbones and the faded bright-red lipstick on her full lips. He reached out and stroked the fine wrinkles on her forehead and the outer corners of her eyes and his finger drifted down to her mouth and traced her lips. He was once again beguiled by her dignity and elegance.

"You don't have to do this," his own voice was thick with lust.

Sharon tried to reply but he kept his finger on her lips.

"You're not my captive. You're a victim of circumstance. I don't want you to do something you will regret later," he moved his finger from her lips and stroked a stray lock of hair from her eyes.

"Why would I regret it?" Sharon stroked his cheek.

"Bethany?" Jake whispered.

"You heard her. She gave me permission," Sharon gave him a weak smile.

Jake looked puzzled.

"She told me to cooperate, to do whatever my kidnapper asks me to do. She said that I knew what she meant," Sharon's lips were so close to Jake's that they were almost touching.

"That's not what she meant and you know it. She meant for you to... you know... if I was to force you, for you to cooperate," Jake whispered.

"You talk too much. Stop rationalising," Sharon pressed her lips to his.

Jake returned the kiss, at first tentatively but when she opened her mouth he used his tongue. Sharon hooked her leg over his thigh to bring him closer, his cock pressed into her belly. It had been a very long time since she had felt a man's body against hers and she forgotten how exciting it was. Jake put his hand on her leg and stroked her thigh.

"You're still wearing your nylons," he hissed in her ear.

"Would you like me take them off?" her hand closed over his and pushed it further up her leg.

"Hell no! I love the feel of a woman's legs in nylons," he growled.

Sharon guided his hand to her groin and released it.

"You can take it from here," she smiled at him.

"You're a woman who knows what she wants," Jake's fingers stroked the satin panel at the front of her panties.

Sharon hissed and pressed her mouth back on his and thrust her tongue into him. She found his penis and freed it from his underwear. Jake helped her take off his underpants; he was naked, she still in her slip, panties, bra and pantyhose. Using the hand that was trapped under her body Jake reached into the small of her back and unclasped her bar. Sharon impatiently pulled it out of the top of her slip.

Jake found her nipples firm and supple as ripe berries when he put his mouth on her breasts. He moved from one teat to the other, ensuring each breast received his attention. Sharon squeezed his cock with one hand and guided his head from her breasts to her face. She bit his lip when Jake put his hand inside her panties and pressed the sleek nylon gusset of her pantyhose into her fleshy folds.

She could smell her sex. She could smell Jake's perspiration and her own body odour. She could taste their sour morning breath intermingling when they kissed. She could feel the rasp of his beard. This wasn't the clean, sanitised sex that she and Bethany practiced. This was grungy, sweaty lust. It was what she craved right now. It was right for the moment. She would never have considered squeezing the cock of the man who had abducted her, never would have dreamed of forcing his hand between her legs and pushing it into her sodden, smelly cunt. This was just for now. This was what she wanted. This was what she needed. This was what she craved.

Sharon briefly pushed Jake away from her and he was disappointed, thinking she had changed her mind but all she was doing was pulling her slip over her head and shucking down her panties. She put her hands inside the waistband of her pantyhose so she could pull them down but Jake stopped her.

"Leave them on," Jake said; his voice guttural.

"How are you going to? Oh... just like that!" Sharon squealed with surprise when Jake pushed a finger into the gusset of her pantyhose and tore a hole in them

He drove the finger inside her hot, wet cunt and pressed his thumb on her clitoris.

Jake wasn't particularly rough with her, but he was forceful, so different from the gentle manipulation that Bethany used to excite her. She revelled in the feel of his stubbled face on her soft milky-white breasts and the sting of his teeth as he gently nibbled her nipples. She delighted in the sensation of his steely manhood throbbing in her fingers. When he crushed his lips against hers and drove his tongue into her mouth she writhed in delight. He slipped another finger inside her steamy cunt and kneaded her clitoris with his thumb and Sharon gasped.

She squealed with delight when he lifted her off him and threw her down on the bed. He pulled the covers over his shoulders and fell on her, driving his rock-hard cock deep into her steamy sheath. Sharon lifted her legs and wrapped them around his hard muscled body. Knowing he had a thing for nylons she rubbed her silken sheathed thighs and calves against his tender flesh. Under the covers they were a writhing mass of steamy lust-fuelled debauchery.

The feel of Sharon's silky limbs on his sensitive skin drove Jake wild with lust and he held Sharon down on the bed and began to fuck her hard; almost violently. When he kissed her she bit his lip, drawing blood, her fingernails raked his back.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she gasped.

She had forgotten what it felt like to have a hard fleshy cock inside her. It felt wonderful and she rose up off the bed to meet Jake's thrusts, she ground her pubis into his, forcing his cock all the way inside her. Her vagina clung to the flesh of his manhood, almost like it was reluctant to release it. Jake revelled in the feel of her tight cunt clinging to his throbbing cock, the juxtaposition of the sleek silky nylons on his flanks and her long nails scratching his back and her teeth nibbling on his lips and tongue.

Jake's groin ground against her clitoris and his glans pressed on that special place inside vagina and Sharon felt delicious waves of pleasure radiating from those places building to a climax. Jake could feel her cunt contracting around his cock and the flood of juices dripping from her sex. He was close to climax too.

Sharon wrapped her arms and legs around Jake and physically rose up off the bed and crushed her body against his as an earth-shattering orgasm wracked her body. She ground her pubis against his as she felt his pulsing manhood expand and explode deep inside her. The musky smell of semen joined the stench of her cunt and their comingled sweat.

She sex was hard, dirty and rough and Sharon loved it. She hadn't experienced an orgasm like this since her teens and the dark memory of how that occurred remained supressed. Even Beau Benstead had been unable to elicit such decadent sexual ardour from her during their brief torrid affair.

Sharon would have screamed but Jake's mouth was on her, his tongue exploring her as he rutted against her, driving her back down on the bed as he thrust and probed her aching slit.

Jake fell on top of her exhausted when he finally came down from the pinnacle of his climax. Sharon kept her legs and arms wrapped around his body but she was softly stroking him; his cock was still inside her, not quite steely hard but still erect. She felt her juices and his seed dribble from her snatch and run down her ass and onto the sheets.

He lifted his head and looked her in the eyes. She met his gaze and smiled. Her smile made his heart skip a beat and he couldn't help but kiss her. The kiss was not hard and torrid but soft and loving. Sharon responded and returned the kiss and a tinge of guilt ran through her but it was quickly replaced with lust when Jake began to slowly thrust into her.

"Again?" she looked into his eyes.

Jake nodded.

"My god; you're insatiable," Sharon sighed but she began to rise to meet his thrusts.

They had to leave the bed eventually and it was Jake who got out first. He put on his overcoat and wrapped a blanket around himself and went into the family room and lit the fire. He made Sharon stay in bed until the fire was roaring and the room was warm. She put on her blouse and threw a blanket over her shoulders and made her way into the family room and sat in front of fire until she was too hot.

There were practicalities to take care of.

Jake brought in more wood and food from the freezer in the shed. Even without power the food would still keep in the arctic temperatures. Sharon explored the house more thoroughly. In the master bedroom she found two dressers, one full of men's clothing and the other full of women's. The fireplace was fitted with a wrought iron crane, bail and trammel hook to facilitate cooking and Jake found a cast iron cooking set consisting of a skillet, grill pan, Dutch oven and kettle.

Sharon made coffee and toast and they sat on a rug in front of the fire and ate the toast and drank the coffee. She filled every utensil with water and heated it to boiling point and carefully traipsed it to the bathroom and half-filled the bath.

"Why you doing that?" Jake asked around a mouthful of toast.

"Honey, I don't wanna be rude but you stink and so do I," she held her nose comically.

Jake sniffed an armpit and screwed up his face.

"Come on before the water gets cold," she held out her hand and Jake stood up.

"That water won't stay warm for very long so it looks like we're sharing a bath," she smiled seductively at him.

Jake tried his best to initiate sex while they were naked in the bath but Sharon wasn't having anything to do with it until she had thoroughly washed her body and brushed her teeth. She made Jake shave and wash his hair. She put Jake in a dressing down she had found in the master bedroom and sent him to tend the fire while she tended to herself.

The roaring fire was warming the small house and she was comfortable sitting at the vanity in the master bedroom dressed only in a negligee. As she applied her makeup another pang of guilt glided across her subconscious like a shadow on a sunny day. Was she being unfaithful to Bethany or was she just being pragmatic given the circumstances? She pushed the guilt down deep inside herself and made herself forget about Bethany, Elliot and Penelope, the people she loved and who loved her. They weren't here. They weren't in the same predicament. If they were, what would they do?

She knew what Penelope had done to survive back when she was Poppy Evesham walking the streets and selling her body to keep her brother in boarding school. But this wasn't the same and she knew it.

"Fuck it! I'll do what I have to... what I want to," she said to the face in the mirror and put on anther coat of lipstick.

If she didn't feel guilty about wearing the lady of the house's lingerie and hosiery and using her makeup, why should she feel guilty about a little bit of casual fucking?

She opened the package of pantyhose and slid them up her legs followed by the full-cut nylon panties she had found in the dresser. The pantyhose would help keep her legs warm and she always liked the feel of the diaphanous nylons on her legs; she felt undressed without hosiery. More importantly she knew they would drive Jake wild. He had made no attempt to hide his pantyhose fetish.

When she went back into the family room she found Jack had put the pelican case on the breakfast bar. The security locks looked formidable.

"What's in the case?" she asked, taking the kettle off the trammel hook and bringing it to the kitchen to make tea.

"I honestly don't know and I don't wanna know. They paid me to collect it and bring it to them," Jake opened the tea caddy and took out two Earl Grey tea bags.

When Sharon stood next to Jake to pour the hot water in the cups he surprised her by pulling her close and kissing her affectionately. It wasn't lustful or passionate, it was tender and sweet. She liked it but she also didn't like it.

Raw energetic fucking she could justify to herself as survival or as a response to being held captive; a means of continued subsistence. But displays of affection were not a consequence of survival, they were not primal urges, they were considered actions. Once again she felt a twinge of guilt but the feel of Jake's soft lips on hers and his hard body pressing against her quickly dissipated the guilt.

She disengaged from Jake and made the tea and then she touched the cold metal of the case.

"Doesn't it intrigue you? You said that men have died trying to deliver this case," she stroked the corrugated aluminium surface.

"No. It's what I do. I collect things and deliver them," Jake looked at her over the rim of his cup.

"Like you collected me?" Sharon goaded him.

"You're an unintended consequence," Jake's icy blue eyes were full of amusement.

"Now you're just teasing me," Sharon might be in her forties but she felt like a schoolgirl in his presence.

"Let me make it up to you," Jake lunged for her.

Sharon squealed and kicked her legs and pounded her fists on his back when he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder and carried her to the bedroom but she moaned like a slattern when he ripped out the crotch of her pantyhose with his teeth and used his mouth on her before he fucked her.

There was no guilt evident when she orgasmed the second time with Jake buried inside her, his lips on hers, her legs locked around his torso.

There was nothing to do while they were holed up in the house but eat, drink and fuck so that's what they did. Jake exercised for one hour a day and Sharon power walked in circles around the family room. Their fucking was frequent and vigorous but it didn't burn the calories they were eating.

On the fifth day of isolation the lights suddenly came on and the TV burst into life. The news was mainly about the ice storm and the damage it had caused, there was a footnote scroll along the bottom of the screen: 'Braidwood Woman Still Missing'. All emergency services were allocated to dealing with incidents and accidents related to the weather, including local and State police.

Jake looked out the window and then at Sharon who was staring pensively at the television.

"The roads are safe enough to travel and now is the ideal time for me to leave with most of the police forces dealing with other emergencies," Jake said.

"I know it's weird to be saying this but I'm kind of sad that we are going to leave," Sharon replied.

Jake sat down next to her and stroked her hair.

"Another time; another place, who knows?" he said whimsically.

"Yeah who knows? Now take me to bed and make love to me one last time," she leaned in and kissed him.

They made no effort to hide their presence at the house. Sharon was going to have to explain what had happened to her during her abduction and she would tell the truth, but she would leave out their lovemaking of course. She would be frank that she had developed a symbiotic relation with Jake as a means of survival. Would Bethany know about the sex? It was likely. Women just had that intuition. Penelope would guess too. After all, Penelope and Elliot's relationship had blossomed during the time she spent isolated with him in that safe house all those years ago.

She knew nothing of Jake's life and Jake wasn't even his real name. There was nothing she could tell the police that would help them find him. She on the other hand had told Jake her most intimate secrets including her abduction and repeated rape when she was just nineteen. He held her close and shed a tear when she told him.

"Ok. Let's get the fuck out of Dodge," Jake sighed as he started the engine of his car.

Sharon had changed back into the fitted red business suit she had been wearing when she was abducted at the police station but unlike the last time she was in Jake's car she made no attempt to pull her skirt down over her exposed thighs. He could get a good look at what he was leaving behind.

The brushed aluminium pelican case sat on the back seat of the car.

"Do you really not know what is in the case?" Sharon asked for what had to be the hundredth time.

Jake just gave her a sardonic look and turned his eyes back to the road. They were back on the 590 heading towards Braidwood.

The patter of machine gun bullets hitting the back of the car sounded like pebbles bouncing off a trash can.

Jake reached out and pulled Sharon down into her seat just as the back window blew out. He tried his best keep the car on the road but he finally had to allow the car to come to rest on the side of the road in a controlled skid. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his pistol.

"Stay here! Don't move no matter what happens!" he ordered and leapt from the car, rolling in the gravel.

He scampered into the scrub just as the car from which the gunfire had erupted skidded to a stop and the driver jumped out and pointed his M3 sub-machine pistol at Jake's car. He stayed behind the car door using it as a shield.

"Just hand over the case! No one needs to get hurt!" he yelled at Jake's car.

"Fuck!" Jake hissed when Sharon got out of the car.

"Don't shoot. I'll give you the case," Sharon opened the back door and reached for the case.

The shooter came out from behind the door and aimed his machine gun at Sharon and pulled the trigger. The GM M3 was a popular weapon because of its .45 ACP rounds and its 450 RPM rate of fire. Unfortunately one of the design faults was its propensity to jam because of the magazines single feed design. This is what saved Sharon Granger's life.

The driver removed the magazine to clear the feed and Jake leapt from the bushes. He managed to get to Sharon just as the other man slammed the magazine back into the M3 and pulled the trigger. Jake managed to put his body between the shooter and Sharon as he opened up with his own 9mm pistol.