Nymphomania: An Emily Willis Story

SCENE COMMENCES with 19-year-old Katherine (Emily Willis), a resident patient, being forcibly escorted through the corridors of the sanatorium she inhabits by a male attendant (Chad White). Her small figure is mostly concealed by a lengthy straight jacket as she fights back, kicking and gnashing, yelling for release. Her soft blue socks skid on the ground while she battles, imploring the man to return her to her quarters. She swears she won't repeat her actions! But the man silently ushers her through a pair of double doors into a vacant, sterile room where the head psychiatrist (Michael Vegas) calmly awaits her arrival. The attendant roughly deposits her into a chair before him, then retreats to stand by the doors. 'Katherine,' the psychiatrist begins in a composed tone, 'How often must we discuss this? It's a rigid regulation in this establishment that you are not to engage in sexual activity with the other residents!' He leans in close to Katherine's face, fixing her with a firm gaze as she averts her eyes. 'I apologize, doctor,' she murmurs. 'I couldn't resist... I can't restrain myself.' The doctor steps back and slides a chair opposite her. 'Katherine, I'm concerned that your condition will persistently endanger you,' he continues. 'Have you forgotten the incident a few months back with the resident in sector B?' Katherine shakes her head, squeezing her eyes shut. Her mind is flooded with the memory of a menacing man behind bars, luring her to join him. 'Do you recall the assault? How he ravaged you?' the psychiatrist presses. 'How he almost deprived you of everything? Nearly cost you your life?' Katherine's eyes snap open as tears well up. 'Please, don't speak of it,' she pleads. 'I can't bear to think of it anymore!' The psychiatrist proceeds to reprimand her, insinuating that her nymphomania instigated the event, that she is guilty of all her wrongdoings, that she won't cease her actions regardless of the severity, and that one day it will lead to her demise if she fails to adhere to her treatment regimen obediently. Eventually, Katherine snaps at the doctor to desist. Shielding her ears and weeping, she pleads to be returned to her room. The psychiatrist gives a satisfied smile. 'This is your last warning, Katherine,' he states, regaining his calm. 'You will abide by your celibacy program, which means no sexual activity, no self-pleasure, no self-stimulation of any sort.' As he issues his final warning, the attendant steps back into the scene and calmly lifts Katherine, escorting the distraught woman out of the room. CUT TO TITLE PLATE Several days later. The attendant is making his rounds when he glances into Katherine's room. She is sprawled on the floor by her bed, unclothed except for her white cotton underwear. Her legs are splayed apart and she is strangulating herself with one hand while the other delves into her moist lower region. The attendant assertively opens the door and storms into the room, sending the scrambling girl back to her bed. In a state of panic, she implores him not to reveal her actions. She doesn't want to be confined again. The attendant scoffs at her. 'Well, you should have obeyed the rules then!' he taunts. 'Now, I have to fulfill my duty... and take you back to the doctor. Your behavior has consequences, Katherine!' He forces her down onto the bed and begins to restrain her in her jacket, amid her desperate pleas for clemency. CUT TO the white room. The double doors burst open and the shackled girl is flung onto the floor at the feet of her psychiatrist. She cringes beneath him as the orderly reports catching her pleasuring herself and attempting auto-erotic asphyxiation. The psychiatrist shakes his head as she cries out, 'Please, doctor. Please! I am so sorry, I won't repeat it. I promise! Please don't send me back to B. Please show mercy!' He leans in close once more, seizing her chin in his hand. 'So this is your true nature, isn't it?' he remarks mockingly. 'You prefer to indulge in sexual activity and face the consequences rather than exercise self-control?' She trembles in response. Releasing her back to the floor, the psychiatrist starts to slut-shame her as he prowls around the restrained girl. He insists that she is at fault. She continually incites her partners. She repeatedly places herself in these predicaments for a reason. She seeks the thrill, the harshness. The resident in B was merely a precursor to her true desires. Men who will inflict pain and punish her for being the slut she is