Foreword
When she surrendered her maidenhead to her boyfriend, Terry, Joan was suffused with a strong desire to have him hurt her, to have him abuse her. She didn't understand the feeling, but she wasn't really interested in a solution to the problem of her strange yearnings; she just took all the sexual play that she could get and asked for more. What really hurt her though, was the fact that she was off to school and her boyfriend was off to training camp. She was filled with the sorrowful forebodings of the many nights she'd be without Terry and his huge love pole filling her three orifices.
When she boarded the bus for school, she was lost and lonely-so lonely that she allowed herself to seek the pleasure of an old country bumpkin who turned out to be the most powerful influence to ever enter her life. In the back of the bus, she was introduced to the variations on the theme of sneaking a piece, and opened herself up for the maddest adventure of her sex starved, pain hungry body that she would ever experience. She had found her match when she met Willy.
In his prodding country manner, Willy took her to visit his haunted house on the hill, thanks to an unfortunate accident, minor problem, with the bus. Listening to the tale of the house and sipping a little liquor with her host, Joan was led into a gallery of humiliation that she would never walk away from.
Joan became Willy's "guest", in a manner of speaking, and Willy was quick to invite all his buddies from the local bar to come up and see her. He had to convince her, though, that she really wanted to stay, and with the help of a well-placed lash now and then, Joan began to be a part of Willy's house on the hill-even when one of Willy's well-meaning friends, Tom, called in the local police.
Whipped, tied, mauled and balled, Joan was not about to leave. She had found her place.