"19-year-old Chester resident Elizabeth Churchwood returned home yesterday after eight months in captivity. Her abductor, 28-year-old West Virginian Brett Schneider, was shot and killed by Miss Churchwood's rescuers. In a statement released by her family they thanked the local law enforcement and community for their support and prayers and requested privacy during this time."
***
She groaned and ran her hands over her naked breasts, tugging at her nipples. The throbbing between her thighs increased and she squirmed under his hungry, eager mouth. She thrust her hands in to his hair, pulling him hard against her mound. His hands went to her thighs, bent at the knee, and he pressed them down on to the bed, opening her pussy to him. He held her legs tightly as his tongue assaulted her pink, wet cunt. She moaned, calling out his name.
"Ohhhh, Daniel."
Beth gasped, drawing her lungs full of cold, crisp night air. She sat up, her heart pounding, a ringing in her ears. She looked around the dark, familiar room. She was home. She was alone. Beth reached down between her legs and felt her warm, damp arousal. Tossing herself back on to the soft pillows, she covered her face with her hands and wept silently.
***
Beth's shoes clicked against the tile floor as she walked. She nodded a greeting to Mary, the receptionist, as she passed by and continued on to her desk at the far end of the office. Placing her purse in the drawer, she sat down and looked through the papers in her tray.
It had been one month since Beth had returned to Chester and it had been almost one month since she had started working as a typist at the local council office. Her father had requested she start work and put her experience behind her almost as soon as she had walked in the door. Beth had arrived home at breakfast and by dinner time that same day her father had arranged the job, ready for her to start the following Monday.
While the media speculation and stories had begun to die down, the gossip train still had some steam left in it. Beth held her head as high as she could and pretended not to notice the pointing, the whispers, and the prying eyes. Although Chester was a small town and this was the most shocking thing to have happened there in many years, Beth knew it was only a matter of time before the gossipers found new material. She knew she simply had to be patient and wait it out.
"Beth?"
Beth looked up and noticed the receptionist waving at her across the room.
"Yes, Mary?" Beth replied, tidily placing some papers on the desk. She watched as Mary crossed the room and leaned across Beth's desk.
"There's a man out here asking for you," she whispered dramatically, shielding her mouth as if it were some girly secret. "He's very handsome," she added with a giggle.
Beth's stomach flipped and she gripped the desk, her knuckles glowing white. Daniel?
She stood up abruptly, almost knocking her chair over. Smoothing her skirt down her thighs and running her hands gently over her blond, tamed curls, she walked briskly to the foyer of the office. A tall, dark haired man in a wool suit stood with his back to her. Beth wrung her hands together in anticipation, a wide smile on her face. He turned and greeted her.
"Miss Churchwood?"
Beth recoiled, caught off guard. It wasn't Daniel. She felt her lower lip quiver in disappointment.
"Miss Churchwood, my name is Paul Davis. I'm a reporter with the Charleston Daily Mail."
"I... I'm sorry..." she stuttered. "I have nothing to say."
"I only have a few questions for you," he began, flipping open his notepad.
Beth turned to walk away and bumped in to the corner of Mary's desk.
"Please, just a few questions, Miss Churchwood!" he called as she made her way back through the office.
She turned, tears staining her cheeks, and shot an angry look at Mary. "Next time, please ask who it is before you call me out there."
Mary nodded apologetically and ushered the reporter out of the building.
***
The house was silent. Beth sat at the mirrored vanity in her softly lit room. She stared at her reflection; Her eyes tired and rimmed in purple. She pressed the tip of her index finger against the soft cushion of her lower lip. Closing her eyes, she imagined kissing him; The tender touch of his lips, the welcome parting of their mouths against each other, their tongues seeking out one another. She felt a solitary tear slide down her cheek.
Opening her eyes and wiping the tear away with the back of her hand, Beth stood and walked to her bed. Pulling back the covers, she slid between the cold sheets. She drew her knees up to her chest and pulled her nightgown down over her feet. She ran her hand over the empty spot in the bed next to her.
Beth drew in a deep breath and released it, sighing loudly. She had not heard from Daniel since he had delivered her home. She missed him terribly. Her heart ached for him and her body throbbed at the very thought of him. Every night her mind flashed back to the times he had taken her in his arms and held her against him.
Lying back on her bed, she closed her eyes and tried to imagine what he was doing at that very moment. She pictured him shirtless, dressed only in his white cotton pants, his bare feet padding slowly across the floor. He would lie on his bed and take up a book, opening the permanently creased spine, his biceps flexing.
She pictured running her fingertips over the coarse hairs on his chest and stomach and the trail of hair that led to his long, thick shaft. Pulling back the waistband of his pants, his cock would spring free and she would take hold of it and squeeze gently. She groaned at the idea of it, almost able to feel it in the palm of her hand.
She reached down and pressed her hand between her thighs. She was soaked; Her imagination and memories aroused a desire in her that demanded a release. She pressed two fingers to her clitoris and rubbed it firmly in tight circles. She rolled on to her back and spread her legs wide, imagining Daniel was above her poised with the tip of his cock against her slit, ready to enter her.
Beth squeezed her eyes shut, rubbing furiously around the sensitive nub. She reached down with her other hand and thrust two fingers inside herself. She bit her lower lip, stifling a groan. She pressed her fingers deeper in to her cunt, imagining they were Daniel's cock. She pounded them within her desperately whilst thrumming her clit. She pictured him bracing himself above her, his handsome smiling face above hers.
The pressure began to build and Beth's breathing quickened. She kept finger fucking herself until her orgasm overwhelmed her, exploding and rippling throughout her body. She bucked and spasmed silently, her mouth gaping open in a silent cry. Her hands slowed and stopped. Beth lay quietly in her bed, her high passing quickly. She caressed the cold, empty spot next to her on the bed and fell asleep.
