Nymphomania: An Emily Willis Story - Emily Willis, Michael Vegas & Chad White - Pure Taboo

⁣SCENE OPENS on Katherine (Emily Willis), a 19-year-old patient, as she is forcibly dragged through the hospital halls by a male orderly (Chad White). She is kicking, biting, and screaming in a long straight jacket that engulfs her petite frame. Her fuzzy blue socks slip on the floor as she struggles, begging the man to take her back to her room, promising not to repeat her actions. The man silently pulls her through a set of double doors into an empty white room where the chief psychiatrist (Michael Vegas) is waiting. The orderly slams her down in a chair before the psychiatrist 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 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 your disorder is putting you in harm's way," he continues. "Do you remember what happened a few months ago with the patient in Zone B?" Katherine squeezes her eyes shut, her mind flashing back to a terrifying man behind bars coaxing her inside. "Do you remember the beating? How he nearly took everything from you? Almost took your life?"


Katherine's eyes fill with tears. "Please don't talk about it," she begs. "I can't think about it anymore!" The psychiatrist berates her, suggesting her nymphomania provoked it, blaming her for her transgressions, and warning that it will end badly if she doesn't stick to her treatments.


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 calmly. "You will complete your abstinence program—no sex, no masturbating, no touching yourself of any kind." As he issues his final warning, the orderly steps back in and carries the distressed girl out of the room.


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Several days later, the orderly is doing his rounds and peers into Katherine's room. She is on the floor by her bed, naked except for her white cotton panties, legs spread wide, choking herself with one hand while fingering herself with the other. Authoritatively, the orderly storms into the room, chasing the scrambling girl back to her bed. She pleads with him not to say anything, not wanting to be restrained again. The orderly laughs in her face. "Well, you should have done what you were told!" 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 on the bed and begins putting her in her jacket as she begs for mercy.


CUT TO the white room. The double doors burst open, and the restrained girl is tossed at the feet of her psychiatrist. She cowers as the orderly reports catching her masturbating and auto-asphyxiating. The psychiatrist shakes his head as she cries out, "Please, doctor. I'm so sorry, I won't do it again. Please don't send me down to B. Please have mercy!"


He leans in close, grabbing her chin. "I guess this is just who you are," he says condescendingly. "You'd rather have sex and suffer the consequences than control yourself?" She shakes anxiously.


Dropping her back to the ground, the psychiatrist slut-shames her, suggesting she provokes her partners and craves intensity and roughness. He implies that the patient in B was just a warm-up for what she really wants—men who will hurt her and punish her for being a slut. Katherine begins to cry, traumatized by her thoughts and actions, and begs her doctor to stop.


She notices the orderly rubbing himself over his scrubs and looks back at the psychiatrist, reiterating that she can't help it. "Are you ready to go back to B? Because we won't protect you this time!" the psychiatrist coos. Katherine pleads for forgiveness. "Please don't make me go back there! I'll stop, I promise. I can't take it again, doctor. Please, I'll do anything you want!"
The psychiatrist and orderly smirk at each other. "You're such a selfish little nympho," the psychiatrist says, removing his jacket. "You only care about pleasing yourself. What about your partners? Are they pleased when they're through with you?" Katherine asks what he means. "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 disobedience every day without relief. Don't you think you should be a little more grateful?" As he says this, both men pull their cocks out. At first, Katherine looks away in shock, closing her eyes. The men move closer to her face. She bites her lip, feeling them near, driving her insane. She starts to writhe in her straight jacket. "That isn't professional," she mumbles, eyes still closed.


The psychiatrist asks if she wants them to remove her straight jacket. She nods nervously. He asks if she wants to be taken back to her room. She nods again, opening her eyes to stare at the cocks surrounding her, 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 adds, "Are you going to agree with your doctor?" She stares at him, then turns back to the psychiatrist. "Yes... sir," she says slowly, biting her lip and squeezing her legs together on the floor.