She had never anticipated that she would like being fucked so much. Even now, she enjoyed the sound of the term. It lacked any airs of superiority or euphemism and had a down-to-earth quality. Undoubtedly, the very first encounter with Richard had been a dreadful, nerve-wracking, and excruciating event. And even before that, before she had been their prisoner, her mother had given her some ominous hints that sex was something that should be endured; it was a chore, and it was most definitely not a joy. This was before her daughter had become their captive. Martha was positive that her mother had absolutely no comprehension of the concept of...