Nymphomaniac: An Emily Willis Story

NYMPHOMANIA: AN EMILY WILLIS STORY
PSYCH PATIENT HAS SEX WITH DOCTORS AFTER GETTING CAUGHT MASTURBATING

SCENE OPENS on Katherine (Emily Willis), a 19-year-old patient, as she is dragged through the halls of the hospital she lives in by a male orderly (Chad White). She is kicking, biting, and screaming in a long straight jacket that envelopes most of her petite frame. Her fuzzy blue socks slip on the floor as she struggles, begging the man to take her back to her room. She promises not to do it again! But the man silently pulls her through a set of double doors and into an empty white room where the chief psychiatrist (Michael Vegas) is quietly waiting for her. The orderly slams her down in a chair in front of him and goes to wait by the doors.

‘Katherine,’ the psychiatrist begins calmly. ‘How many times do we need to go over this? It’s a strict rule in this facility that you cannot have sexual intercourse with the other patients!’ He leans closely into Katherine’s face and stares her down, as she turns her head. ‘I’m sorry, doctor,’ she whispers. ‘I couldn’t help myself … I can’t control it.’

The doctor steps back and pulls up a chair to face her. ‘Katherine, I fear that your disorder is going to continue to put you in harm’s way,’ he continues. ‘Do you forget what happened a few months ago with the patient in zone B?’ Katherine shakes her head and squeezes her eyes shut. Her mind flashes back to the image of a terrifying man behind bars, coaxing her to come inside with him. ‘Do you remember the beating? The way he tore you up?’ the psychiatrist continues. ‘How he nearly took everything away from you? Almost took your life away from you?’

Katherine opens her eyes as tears well up. ‘Please don’t talk about it,’ she begs. ‘I can’t think about it anymore!’ The psychiatrist continues to berate her, suggesting that her nymphomania provoked it, that she is to blame for all her transgressions, that she won’t stop no matter how rough it gets, and that one day it’ll mean the end of her if she doesn’t stick to her treatments like a good girl.

Finally, Katherine screams at the doctor to stop. Covering her ears and crying, she begs to be taken back to her room. The psychiatrist smiles. ‘This is your final warning, Katherine,’ he says, becoming calm again. ‘You will complete your abstinence program, which means no sex, no masturbating, no touching yourself of any kind.’ As he makes his final warning, the orderly steps back in and calmly picks Katherine up and carries the nervous woman out of the room.

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Several days later. The orderly is doing his rounds, when he peers in on Katherine’s room. She is on the floor by her bed, naked except for her white cotton panties. Her legs are spread wide and the patient is choking herself with one hand while using the other to finger her wet pussy. Authoritatively, the orderly opens the door and storms into the room, chasing the scrambling girl back to her bed. In a panic, she pleads with him not to say anything. She doesn’t want to be restrained again. The orderly laughs in her face. ‘Well, you should have done what you were told then!’ he sneers. ‘Now, I’m going to do what I’ve been told … and take you back to the doctor. Your actions have consequences, Katherine!’ He slams her down on the bed and begins to put her in her jacket, as she begs and pleads for mercy.

CUT TO the white room. The double doors bust open and the restrained girl is tossed on the floor at the feet of her psychiatrist. She cowers beneath him, as the orderly tells him that he caught her masturbating and trying to auto-asphyxiate herself. The psychiatrist shakes his head as she cries out, ‘Please, doctor. Please! I am so sorry, I won’t do it again. I promise! Please don’t send me down to B. Please have mercy!’

He leans in close again, grabbing her chin in his hand. ‘I guess this is just who you are, isn’t it?’ he says condescendingly. ‘You’d rather have sex and suffer the consequences than just control yourself?’ She shakes anxiously.

Dropping her back to the ground, the psychiatrist begins to slut shame her as he circles the restrained girl. He tells her that she is the one to blame. She keeps provoking her partners. She keeps putting herself in these situations for a reason. It’s the violence she craves. The roughness. The patient in B was just a warm up for what she really wants. Men that will hurt her and punish her for the slut that she is. She probably deserves it all.

As he rants, Katherine begins to cry. She is traumatized by her own thoughts and actions and begs her doctor to stop being so cruel. She looks back at the orderly and notices him rubbing himself over his scrubs. He smiles at her. Looking back at the psychiatrist, she reiterates that she can’t help it. She can’t control herself. ‘Are you ready to go back to B? Because we won’t protect you this time!’ the psychiatrist coos. Katherine pleads for forgiveness. ‘Please, please don’t make me go back there!’ she cries. ‘I’ll stop, I promise. I won’t be able to take it again, doctor. Please I’ll do anything you want!’

The psychiatrist and the orderly look at each other and smirk. ‘You’re such a selfish little nympho,’ he says, taking off his jacket. ‘You only care about pleasing yourself. What about your partners? Are they pleased when they’re through with you and your holes?’ Katherine asks what he is talking about. ‘You love sex more than anything, don’t you? You’d do it with practically anybody, wouldn’t you?’ he continues, slipping off his shoes.

She looks around confused. ‘I have a condition,’ she says slowly. ‘And what about how we feel?’ he asks. ‘We have to tolerate your bullshit and disobedience every day … without any kind of relief. Don’t you think you should be a little more grateful to us?’ As the psychiatrist says this, both men pull their cocks out of their pants. At first Katherine looks away in shock and closes her eyes. The men move their cocks closer to her face. She bites her lip. She can feel them near and it drives her insane. She starts to writhe in her straight jacket. ‘That isn’t professional,’ she mumbles, her eyes still closed.

The psychiatrist asks if she wants them to remove her straight jacket. She nods nervously. The psychiatrist asks if she wants to be taken back to her room. She nods again, opening her eyes to stare at the cocks surrounding her. She is almost salivating. ‘Then you need to be a good girl and let us have a piece of you too … just like everybody else,’ the psychiatrist orders. The orderly chimes in. ‘Are you going to agree with your doctor?’ he asks. She stares at him, holding his cock, before turning back to the psychiatrist. ‘Yes … sir,’ she says slowly, biting her lip and squeezing her legs together on the floor.