I know I should have left when the others left the bar. I've had too many drinks and the little voice in me is getting stronger with every sip I take from the drink. I remember my last session with Dr. Jenkins, I remember how guilty and miserable I felt when she made me tell her what happened in the disco. It's not that she would tell me I'm guilty, not at all. She explains me it is not my fault and that we will get it under control. She is sure something happened in my childhood and wants me to remember, but I can't. She hypnotized me to help me go further back, but when I woke up again, she shook her head and told me we're not there yet. All I know is that I woke up on her couch, feeling wetness staining my thong. I wonder what I told her, but she never reveals. And as after each such session, I wonder how she never realizes the aroused state of my body.
My name is Judy and I'm a nymphomaniac.
And now I'm sitting alone in a bar, getting slowly drunk and I hear the little voice telling me it is dangerous, telling me Dr. Jenkins doesn't want me to get drunk because I loose control then and we both know where this ends. And the more I drink, the more I realize how lonely I am and how much I long for a loving embrace, a hug, a word of love and affection. I feel tears fill my eyes and I quickly get up, throw some money on the bar and leave.
The warm evening air caresses my face. I look for a cab, but there won't be one at that time of the day and I decide not to go back and ask the bartender to call me one but to walk home. My feet carry me into the darkness of the night and and I walk without paying attention which way they take. I feel the dress cling to my skin and the soft material caress my perky braless breasts as I walk, sending sensations of erotism and lust to my mind and my sex. My mind drifts back to last nights events when I had these two strangers take me in the dark corner of the disco, and I remember their hands, how they loved me, how these lips and touches made me feel wanted, important and loved.
I almost stumble and I realize I am walking on the gravel road that leads through the small park close to my apartment. The task of walking on high heels on the unpaved road stops my mind from daydreaming and brings me back to the here and now, to the dark night in the park, the only sounds coming from footsteps on the gravel. It is when I hear this sound that I realize I'm no longer alone. Somebody is with me in the park, following me and I walk faster, primal fear rising in my tummy, mixing with the arousal that was there moments ago. It is a strong sensation, one that makes me almost run.
I can almost feel his eyes on my back, peering at the paleness of my back's skin that is outlined by the blackness of my dress. He is behind me, just a few steps behind me and he stares at my firm body moving in the darkness, the firm body of a young woman in high heels and a short tight dress, her ass moving under the black fabric as she staggers on the uneven path, her high heels threatening her to loose balance. A sight that makes him move faster, I can hear it, and I realize he wants me, he wants my body against him, feel that skin and the sick part of me makes me realize I'm wanted, needed. I fight the mental picture of arms holding me, caressing me. I can see the exit of the park and the apartment building I live in, when I realize I no longer hear steps behind me and I relax. I walk slower and my mind drifts back to the mental picture of a stranger wanting me, caressing my skin and making me his prize in the darkness of the park. Something makes me stop and turn and I catch myself how I try to pierce the darkness under the trees, torn between fear and arousal. I sigh as the darkness remains motionless and I turn.
I never imagined shadows could move so fast. It fills my vision and then it hits me, wraps around me and covers my mouth, turning my startled gasp into a silenced 'mmff' as I'm being lifted off my feet and dragged into the darkness of the park. After a moment of shock, I start to struggle, still not understanding what is going on, but my body has a mind of its own and wants to get away. But strong arms pin mine to my body and my feet kick in vain, causing my high heels to fly and vanish out of sight as I'm being pulled into the shadows, away from the path.
My world spins and the air is knocked off my lungs as I hit the grass, pressed into it and pinned down by the weight of my attacker. I hear his breathing, loud, erratic as he wrestles me down. Something pushes in my belly and keeps me from breathing as he moves. The hand on my mouth is pulled away, only to grab my throat and squeeze, strangling the scream that tried to escape my open mouth. Fear explodes in my core as I choke, I squirm and kick violently, shaking my head but I cant stop it and I can't prevent something being pushed in my mouth and I taste rubber, pinning my tongue down. Bands are pulled around my head and then I hear a hissing sound as the thing in my mouth swells, filling it until I fear my jaw will pop out of its socket.
I'm turned on my belly and I scream my protest in the inflatable gag as my arms are violently yanked back and tied. And then suddenly the weight is removed. I turn on my back, trying to get on my feet and then I see him. Tall. Towering above me, the dark shadow of a man with a massive body as he stares down at me. I hear him breath fast and I realize it is not only from the exertion of wrestling me down. I know this breathing, it's the sound of a man wanting me. He kneels down and I smell the beer in his breath as his hands start to roam over my body, feeling the firmness of my breasts under the dress. His hands squeeze and I hear his breath quicken even more as he fondles my helpless body. I struggle, trying to get away from his searching hands that press against my flesh.
