Karla’s Journal ~ Starting to Own Kevin.

Karla remained in her seated position on the floor while she scribbled in her journal. She was writing the story of a naughty doctor who takes advantage of his patient when she is at her most vulnerable and how much she likes what he makes her do. She’s telling her own version of the truth as she grasps it, the narcissist in her makes her embellish it with a lurid flourish at the end.

‘So dear reader, my homework for this week from the good doctor is to find a suitable cock who can join in with our fucking and cock sucking adventures. The doctor thinks I need a good hard fucking and spanking so that I feel more balanced and in control of my needs. I think he may be right. I am excited to find a playmate! The idea has made me so very happy even my darling bodyguard noticed. Ideally he will be well built, packing heavily in all the right places and have a cool calm head on his shoulders. I only know one person like that but I think he might be too nice to agree to it.’ She giggles as she places her open journal on the floor directly under the ceiling camera.

She made the writing exceptionally clear, so it could easily be read via the camera.

She knows Kevin is on monitor duty this afternoon, she decides to put on a special little show for her lovely Orderly. Just that briefest of touches he gave her earlier has her feeling hot and horny. The Doctor didn’t come close to turning her on, he is a means to an end. Kevin is purely about pleasure for her. She’s been gathering men around her all her life who want to tame her, fuck her, spank her, torture her. She knows when a man is interested in her, and Kevin is. It comes off him in waves. She just needs to put on her show.

Standing in the centre of her cell she begins to stroke her own skin as she dances slowly to imaginary music. She does this quite frequently and Kevin let it slip once that he was mesmerized by the way she moves.

Slowly she pops the press studs on her orange jumpsuit until she can slide the top half down her arms to her waist. She isn’t allowed to wear a bra anymore because when she first arrived and was in gen.pop she had tried to stab her first orderly with the metal underwire. It had all been part of her plan to get to isolation and the doctor, but she remembered the beating she took. It made her shiver and her fractured mind closed off that part swiftly. She wanted to have some fun and besides, since then, it’s been, hang free because you are never getting another bra while you are in here! It’s fine by her, especially now because it’s useful for allowing her to expose herself to Kevin without appearing to do it on purpose. She’s just removing her jumpsuit because she’s warm.

She glances slyly up at the camera in the ceiling and cups her full breasts in her hands and squeezes them together. Her thumbs circle her nipples slowly, she giggles to herself as her nipples stand up immediately and she slowly lowers her mouth and raises her breast so she can suckle for a moment.

She imagines Kevin squirming on his seat in the monitor room. His big cock will be throbbing, and he’ll be rearranging his pants. She raises her other breast and suckles on her right nipple lathing the same attention on it as the first. ‘Can’t leave you out now can we?’ She speaks lovingly to her nipple as she flicks and twists the hard little nub until she groans. She sets up a verbal monologue, talking to her breasts, telling her inner self her naughty thoughts. She’s worked this angle for so long now she has even named her inner self Cheri in honour of her short lived romance with her cell mate. This is always the part she enjoys the most. She knows ‘they’ can hear her. It adds to her crazy without being too damaging.

‘Mmm, that feels so good Cheri, but I wish I could feel a real man’s hands on my breasts right now. It isn’t the same when we do it!’

‘Oh Karla, you know that’s not allowed! You are so naughty. Besides, nobody wants a crazy woman to fuck, you ain’t pretty to men when you’re crazy. You know that.’

She whips her head around as if to face her verbal aggressor and she smiles a cat like smile at nothing. She is so far inside her own head now, she’s forgotten the reason she started this external monologue with herself.

‘You think they don’t find me pretty Cheri? You find me pretty! I bet they do too, I bet they sit there and watch you fuck me with your fingers every day. I bet they love all the different positions I assume to present my pussy for them to enjoy. They know I love an audience. I love imagining a big thick cock ramming into my pussy and making me squeal and get so wet and then taste our fingers afterwards, pretending it’s a lovely thick long cock I’m cleaning.’

‘You are so very bad Karla, I know who you’re thinking about you know and you will get in serious trouble if ‘they’ find out.’

‘But he’s so nice and calm and kind, and BIG! He’s so big Cheri! I bet he could make my eyes water and my pussy absolutely melt for him. I wish I could suck his big cock and watch his face as I cradle his balls and make him come in my mouth until it dribbles down my chin.’

Karla had slid her jumpsuit and panties over her hips and down her legs now. She stepped out of the puddle of orange clothing on the floor and bent over at the waist, opening her legs wide she balanced herself with one hand on the small bedside cabinet and the other up between her legs cupping her mons and rubbing her labia gently. She began her monologue again.

‘Cheri baby take your time, you’re always rushing girl, slowly baby, slowly, just one finger to start with, you know that feels nice and small and slim, find that g-spot honey, add just the right amount of pressure… oh yes baby that’s the way right there. Oooh… don’t make me come yet, I want to enjoy this.’

‘Oh Karla, I love fucking you with my fingers, please let me put two in your pussy and stretch you a little more. Can I put one in your ass too baby?’

Karla flicked her clit with her thumb as she pushed two fingers deep inside her pussy, verbalising her fantasy always made her wetter than if she just imagined Cheri there with her. It made her lover feel more real.

‘Do three fingers in me first Cheri, really pound me, I want it to feel like his big thick cock is pounding me. If you make me come I will let you fuck my ass with your wet pussy soaked finger, okay?’

‘Uh…okay Karla, lets fuck you hard, three fingers and as deep and as hard and fast as we can go for my needy baby.’

Karla’s body rocked with the force of her own fingers grinding deeper and deeper with every thrust, she had to have it hard, it didn’t feel right any other way. It was all she had ever known. She remembered Kevin then and imagined him sat in the monitor room stroking his big thick cock hard and fast as he masturbated to her little show. She was almost there, she hooked her finger just inside her pussy and found her g-spot and applied pressure, stroking, then a little pressure, more stroking, then hard pressure and she let go as she screamed Kevin’s name out loud as she came hard, gushing juices down her thighs as her body rocked and she moaned and her legs became limp and unruly. She gripped the bedside cabinet to keep herself from stumbling as she removed her fingers from her pussy, slowly turning her head so the camera could see as she slid her fingers between her lips and licked and sucked her juices from them.

She reached around to her ass and adjusting her position she thrust her forefinger deep inside her tight little hole and ass fucked herself into a second orgasm that had her falling face first onto the bed and dry humping the mattress as her orgasm rolled over her. She gasped loudly and began her monologue again.

‘Thank you Cheri darling, you always know how your Karla likes it!’

Oh Karla, I wish we could do it all again baby, but ‘they’ might catch us and then what would we do?’

‘I suppose so gorgeous, but we can sneak some time tomorrow when no one’s watching. You best go now, cos they may have heard me shout.’

‘Okay baby, I’ll see you later.’

With that Karla sat up on the bed, giggling to herself while she still rubbed her clit. Maybe just one more before she turned into an orange lump in that damn jumpsuit again .

She rubbed her throbbing clit fast and hard nipping it and flicking it until she felt her orgasm begin to spiral sharply, clit orgasms were very intense which was why she always fucked herself first. She knew her own body. She smiled a full blown feral, crazy smile as her orgasm exploded and she groaned deeply with it.

A minute later she stood and retrieved her jumpsuit and climbed back into it. She had just picked up her journal and begun to make new notes about her little adventure with ‘Cheri’ when her door was thrown open by the female Orderly, Sandra.

‘You screaming in here Karla? What have we told you about screaming?’ Sandra entered the cell with her baton extended in front of her as a deterant to Karla who was about to stand up.

‘Stay down. What have we told you about screaming Karla?’ Sandra demanded in a menacing tone. She was a mean bitch and even Karla gave her a wide berth. She had a sadistic streak running right through her and Karla had recognised it the first time she had met her. She assumed a submissive tone and lowered her gaze to the floor.

‘I’m not supposed to do it Ma’am. I wasn’t screaming I was laughing at something I wrote Ma’am. It was about bra wires. Would you like to see?’

Sandra eyed her warily, ‘fucking nutcase,’ she muttered, ‘keep the noise down or next time you get the baton. You hear me?’ She pushed the baton close to Karla’s face and grinned as Karla flinched and shrank back.

‘Yes Ma’am,’ karla muttered as she kept her gaze low.

Sandra backed out of the cell and slammed the door. Karla’s eyes went wide at the jarring noise and her mind flipped back to her other cell and the banging of the big heavy steel door her husband had installed for his dungeon….

    1. Soon, there is a back story telling itself right now and I’m not in the driving seat with this one. Karla/Cheri has a story to tell and she’s telling it to me and I’m telling it to you. I don’t know how else to explain my writing process. These characters come to me fully formed and 3 Dimensional. They have all their character twists and traits and ticks. All I have to do is write the words they whisper.
      You should read my serial killer script, my character for that gave me nightmares for 6 weeks while I told his story! I will never speak to a waste collector ever again.

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    1. No just me as usual, Tom says I scare the crap out of him when I’m writing, I go inside myself and don’t come out until I’m finished. It took him a while to become accustomed to being utterly ignored for days at a time. The only voice I ever hear is my son. His can get through or if the dog barks. That’s kind of it really. I write in a variety of different genres and dark is my standard go to when I’m not writing on here or writing comedy. Karla spoke to me about a week ago now, her character appeared fully formed and 3 Dimensional in my head and began whispering her story to me. I just write what she tells me, and see where it leads. That’s how I write. I don’t have any idea what’s coming out until I go back and read it once I stop typing. Sometimes the characters arrive and don’t have a vehicle, but Karla does so I’m just going with the flow. πŸ™‚

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    2. Thank you so much for sharing about your process, Gemma! I always find it so interesting to learn about how one approaches writing. It sounds like you become fully immersed! I look forward to seeing where you take Karla’s story…she is an enigma to me! πŸ™‚

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    3. I think this is going to be one of those stories that takes its time, her truth will out in the end but the damage done to her along the way could twist her in the wind if she can’t control her own impulses. Finding the right balance between visiting the past and being in the present is going to be where this story either succeeds or fails. She is something of an enigma to me too right now. I like her though, I like the thread of darkness running through her. It makes her unpredictable.

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    4. I definitely get the sense she is unpredictable! To be honest, she makes me a little uncomfortable. I mean that as the highest complement, my friend. You’ve made me care about her….but also to be wary of her…that’s how real she feels to me. Excellent work😊

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    5. This comment makes me really happy, I thought I hadn’t reached you with this story and that bothered me a little. You experience my characters very differently to my other readers and your visceral reaction was missing when you first commented. I know I’m hitting the mark when I have you on board too. πŸ’‹πŸ˜ŽπŸ’–

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    6. First of all, you are a phenomenal writer! And I know that you know that not every story is going to reach every reader. As you intuited, this story reached me but in a different way than your other writings. Your other pieces are very raw, in-your-face-sex, with many sides of spankings. I am a glutton for that particular writing style. This piece is different though…it is a bit sneaky! It leaves the reader off balance, wondering if it is okay to be turned on…wondering whose side we are supposed to be on….
      It takes a lot of talent to create these kinds of conflicting emotions in your reader! And I am very sorry if my lack of knowing how to respond to the piece caused you any angst. I am definitely on board, my talented friend!!!

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    7. Wow! Thank you Nora, I’m sat here grinning likes a Cheshire Cat at your glowing praise. Please don’t apologise for not knowing how to respond, I know I threw a curve ball in the mix with this storyline. I was just pleased when I realised I had drawn you in. Much love πŸ’–πŸ’πŸ’–

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    8. and yeah, fully immersed is an understatement! I lose myself completely for days when a story takes hold. Like I said, only my son’s voice registers. That’s obviously conditioning on my part to never switch off from the world completely. πŸ˜€ I like it inside my own head it’s a fun place to be most of the time!

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  1. Oh my…wow! This was quite a performance! I am sitting here in the same aroused state Karla imagined Kevin…seriously πŸ†πŸ’§πŸ’§Imagining her dancing seductively for the camera, touching – hammering herself with her fingers imagining how a big, thick cock would feel. All of it is so erotic…yet dangerous. She is dangerous like Harley Quinn but we can’t seem to resist her sexual power.

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    1. She is dangerous, but more in a lost way, the only way she can connect to another human is through her sexuality. It’s the only thing she understands and trusts and she uses it to full advantage. I have never seen Harley Quinn, is she a character from the Joker storyline? I will have to do some research and get back to you with that reference.
      You shouldn’t be able to resist the sexual pull of Karla, she is designed to please even as she manipulates and punishes. Men and women will always come back for more. It’s how her world works, it’s what feeds her even while it fractures her broken mind a little more each time. I am loving getting into Karla’s mindset, she is a delight to write because of her endless possibilities.
      Very happy to know I am still receiving tributes aplenty from you Michael. That feeds this naughty mind quite happily… πŸ˜ˆπŸ’‹πŸ’¦πŸ’¦πŸ’‹πŸ”₯πŸ’«

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    1. Thank you Michael! She has no edges, no place where she will decide ‘that’s wrong’ and not go there. Her understanding and comprehension of the difference between right and wrong is skewered by the people who controlled her. She has no clear thought processes except that pain equals pleasure for her except when that pain becomes too great to flip the switch. That’s when the scary side of Karla comes out to play. I’m building slowly towards that time with her. I want the roller coaster ride to have you all screaming before I take you down that route!
      I’m glad you’re enjoying the story πŸ˜€ xx

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