Chapter 35: Split Ends

Martin snuggled next to Claudia in the darkness and embraced her tenderly. She rested her head against Martin's chest; he could tell she was still weeping. "Shhh," he said tenderly.

"Do you think you'll be able to find Angel?" Claudia asked softly.

Martin sighed, "I hope so."

Martin and Frank had never traveled far from home. Claudia was worried about their trip to Reno. She was afraid that she may not only lose her daughter, but if they weren't careful, she was afraid she would lose her husband and son also. She grasped Martin's pajama top between her fingers, "Be careful," she whispered.

Martin placed his hand over hers and held it tenderly; then he lightly lifted her fingers to his lips and gently kissed them. He and Claudia had purchased their home shortly after they got married and Martin had long ago finished paying for it. They had slept together night after night in the same room for nearly thirty-six years. Time passed quickly.

Martin caressed his wife's back and then he rolled over on his side and looked tenderly down into her eyes. He could see her faint outline in the pale moonlight shining through the bedroom window. He didn't need light to know what his wife looked like. He knew every inch of her by heart. When he looked into her face he usually didn't see a woman in her fifties whose face was beginning to wrinkle and sag; instead he always saw her the way she looked the day he married her. She had been so young and beautiful. She blushed nearly every time he kissed her and she had been very shy and timid, which had endeared her to him all the more. His heart swelled as he thought of all the years they had been together.

Claudia sniffed a little as she lay next to Martin for comfort and after awhile he began kissing her tenderly. Her tears wet his face as his cheek brushed against hers. He gripped her bottom beneath her cotton nightgown and watched as her fingers deftly unbuttoned his pajama top.

Martin lifted her nightgown up and over her head. He wondered if she was blushing as she often did when he saw her naked. Even after all these years she sometimes still felt shy about being naked. It was too dark for him to tell, so he imagined she was. As she lay beside him she could feel the bulge in his pajama bottoms as he pressed against her bare leg. She felt him lower her panties with one hand as he caressed her with the other. He was strong and forceful in his actions, the way he had always been. His hands rubbed up and down her body with purpose as he continued kissing her and discarded his pajama bottoms. Finally they lay side by side naked beneath the sheets.

Claudia's tears stopped temporarily and she felt his hands cup her breasts. His hot breath gave her chills as he moved downward, taking each of her nipples in his mouth and tenderly sucking each of them in turn. She became wet between her legs as Martin's tongue flicked across her nipples, teasing them and causing them to harden as she moaned softly.

Martin ran his hands along her sides and back, finally grasping her bottom as he lowered his mouth still further until he reached her bush. He knew where all her parts were beneath her silky hair. His tongue explored her folds with eagerness as the sweat rolled from his forehead because of how warm he was beneath the covers with his head between his wife's legs. She tasted as sweet as she always had and he savored the taste of her.

Claudia glanced down at the top of his head as her eyes went slack from the pleasure she was enjoying. She savored the feel of his tongue. She still remembered him with a trim figure and a full head of hair. He had been handsome, and in her mind he was still handsome.

She was dripping wet when Martin stopped licking her and pulled himself up next to her. She wanted to touch his hard cock with her hand before he put it inside of her, so she reached over and tenderly rubbed him, causing him to breathe heavier. "I love you," she whispered as he moved on top of her, pushing her legs apart. "Do you want me to suck you first?" She whispered.

"No," he responded quietly and she felt him gently push himself inside her wet opening. He savored the feel of her. Being close together like this was what they both enjoyed the most about sex these days. Martin didn't even bother to move in and out of her at first, he just lay with his cock inside of her, savoring the feel of her as long as he could.

Claudia dug her hands in his back and pulled him as close against her breasts, kissing his ear and neck. Martin felt her lower body contract and tighten as she kissed him and he slowly began to move in and out of her enjoying the feel of her and the smell of her body and hair; two smells he was very familiar with. She was loose and wet from how aroused she was. "Put your legs together," he said and with his hands he coaxed her legs closed as he continued to move in and out of her. She felt much tighter with her legs together and after a few more thrusts he reached a climax, huffing and moaning with pleasure as beads of sweat dampened his forehead. When he was finished he lay on top of her, basking in the warmth of her body.

Claudia's clit was swollen and stimulated and she wished she had climaxed too, but she hadn't. Martin slowly moved off of her to the side of her body and reached down between her legs to feel her swollen clit with his fingers. He rubbed her clit tenderly at first and then harder as she began to wiggle and squirm from his touch. Her breath came out more ragged until finally she shuddered and moaned and the thick liquid from her opening wet his hand.

Martin grinned and kissed her; snuggling close to her and holding her against him. Claudia gripped his shoulders and looked up into his eyes in the darkness, "Please don't let anything bad happen to you or Frank."

"Not a chance," Martin assured her, but he wasn't sure what was in store for them in a few short hours when they caught the plane to Reno. In the meantime he and Claudia lay naked together beneath the quilts until both of them managed to doze off in each other's arms.

Angel was starving. Rico never bothered to eat anything so he didn't trouble himself worrying about her. It had been hours and possibly days since she had any nourishment, the only thing Rico gave her was a little bit of water every now and then. Rico called Ethan one last time, "I want the five million," He said bitterly, "It's non-negotiable."

"I'm not paying that much for a whore, you need to come up with a reasonable amount or don't bother calling me again," Ethan said in disgust and then he slammed the phone down in frustration.

Rico had been thinking and he realized that he no longer cared about the money. His entire life had been a vast wasteland of nothingness and five million wasn't going to change that. All he really wanted was Angel and now he had her and he didn't intend to call Ethan again. The best way to screw Ethan was to take away his prized whore. He would use Angel and when he was finished he would get rid of the evidence. Then he would simply disappear. In Rico's mind Ethan would never be able to track him and he could live comfortably on his own.

Rico untied Angel's wrists and noticed how weak and emaciated she was becoming. He took her to the bathroom for what he figured would be the last time. Angel could barely walk from being so weak and she had already concluded that her life was over. This was the end. She stumbled into the bathroom to relieve herself and then stumbled back to the bed where Rico secured her again face down on the bed with her wrists tied. "Are you going to be quiet bitch or do I need to gag you?" He hissed.

Angel felt tears form in the corners of her eyes, and she couldn't answer. She watched as Rico grabbed the table lamp next to the bed and took out his knife and severed the cord. He intended to whip her with the lamp cord. She watched out of the corner of her eye as he doubled the cord over and grinned, "I've been waiting a long time for this."

Angel had no doubt he had been waiting and she knew there was very little chance she would leave the motel room alive. She was going to be made to suffer and then he would kill her. She stiffened as she the thin cord struck her across the back with fury.

"Stay quiet or I'll have to gag you," Rico warned.

Angel pressed her face into the bed and tried to think of Jordan and his warm caresses, but it was virtually impossible. The cord licked with fury across her bottom and thighs, stinging her unbearably. She sobbed quietly, trying not to make too much noise so he wouldn't resort to gagging her. "Please Rico; you don't want to do this."

"I've got you where I want you." Rico laughed, "You have no idea how long I've waited for this." And he increased the intensity with which the cord whipped across her bare flesh.

After awhile it was impossible for Angel to stifle her cries and she made quite a bit of noise. Her breathing came out very ragged, "Please Rico," she pleaded.

"You're not so high and mighty anymore," Rico grinned, "Now that Ethan isn't here to protect you."

Angel was in so much pain she could barely stand it and she wondered if she might pass out. She grasped the ropes that bound her hands and strained against them for all she was worth willing herself to endure. Rico had to stop and secure her ankles so she would stay still as he continued to whip her mercilessly. It was obvious to her that he was enjoying himself immensely and she could see from the bulge beneath his pants that he was eager to stick his disease-ridden cock inside of her.

She began to cry and plead for all she was worth. Rico soon realized he would have to gag her in order to shut her up. He spotted her panties lying on the floor near her and he grabbed them and wadded them up and shoved them in her mouth. She choked on them because her mouth was dry and she pleaded with him not to gag her, but he laughed wickedly and cut a piece of duct tape to place over her mouth to hold the panties in place. Angel's sobs were muffled now that she was gagged and he resumed whipping her with fury.

Rico enjoyed looking at the thin stripes that he left across her bottom and the backs of her thighs and back, "Stupid cunt," he chuckled. He felt his cock engorge every time she wiggled and strained to break free. The cord was beginning to gash her flesh and he wasn't sure he enjoyed that as much as the wicked red welts.

Angel tried to dissociate from the pain, but it was difficult and she sobbed in defeat and despair as he continued to beat her with the cord.

"Just like old times," Rico chortled. "I bet you've been aching to feel my cock again ever since the last time I fucked you."

Angel cringed at the idea of his cock, but finally he stopped whipping her with the cord. She felt him untie her ankles and she was so sore she could barely move.

Rico reached down and began undoing his belt as he eagerly drooled at the sight of her warm and inviting pussy. He would put his cock in her pussy, ass, and mouth and then start all over again. His cock was rock hard and he pulled it out and stroked it a little. He was so used to masturbating to images of her that he could hardly believe he was finally going to have the real thing. He eagerly pushed his pants down and out of the way and knelt on the bed behind her and pulled her sore bottom up toward him. He enjoyed touching and examining her welts, "Now that's a real whipping, not like that stupid half-assed spanking Ethan's idiot son gave you."

Angel's heart raced as she felt him touch her tender spots. It was over. She wanted to die.

The plane touched down in Reno in the early afternoon and Jordan, Martin, and Frank eagerly got off the plane. Jordan looked weak and he struggled to stay strong. On the plane ride, Jordan had told Ethan and Frank all he could remember about his father's ranch.