No-limit-rooms Johanna
Copyright© 2026 by Jepasch
Chapter 1: The apartment building
Thriller Sex Story: Chapter 1: The apartment building - A BDSM cam girl is searching for her kidnapped twin sister.
Caution: This Thriller Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Crime BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Sadistic Torture PonyGirl Interracial Anal Sex Exhibitionism Oral Sex Squirting Water Sports Public Sex Nudism Porn Theatre Revenge Slow
The ticket inspector smiled kindly as she handed me back my ticket and turned to the next passenger. As I was putting the ticket in my purse, it tipped over and spilled its contents onto the seat next to me. Lipstick, mascara, and cell phone, and now the damn pregnancy test was lying there too. I had been carrying it around with me for so long, more than two years. And again, the memories came flooding back.
My cell phone rang. I saw on the display that it was Nadine.
“Hello Nadine, how are you?” I answered.
“Hey Laura.” Her voice sounded strained; she wasn’t well, I could tell right away. “I need your help.”
It sounded serious. Alarmed, I asked, “What’s going on, are you in trouble, did they find you, are you being followed?”
“No, nothing like that. Why would they? I haven’t done anything. It’s you they want. It’s something else, I think I’m pregnant.”
My mind was racing. “By whom? Kevin?”
“Of course from Kevin, who else?” Her voice was almost breaking.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it that way. It’s just been almost three months since he...” I didn’t finish the sentence. Suddenly, I had the scene in front of my eyes again: Kevin and I at the poker table with the bosses, the masked and armed men storming the room, and the gunshots. And Kevin, suddenly lying on the floor covered in blood. I had managed almost a week without thinking or dreaming about it.
“Yes, but at first I didn’t think about it at all. It must have happened the night before he died. Then everything happened so fast. The funeral, the interviews ... I didn’t even realize I was late.”
“You’ve been late before,” I reminded her. As twin sisters, we usually had our periods at the same time. “If you’re fasting again, that could be the cause. Have you taken a test?”
“No, not yet. I wanted to talk to you first. I’m scared.”
“Of course you’re scared. But you need to know for sure. There’s no point in burying your head in the sand. If you are pregnant, you don’t have much time to make a decision.”
“A decision?” She sounded confused. Then she understood what I meant. “You can’t be serious! Kevin is dead and his child would be all I have left of him.”
She knew, of course, that I had always thought Kevin was an asshole; he was the one who had gotten us into this whole mess in the first place, but I was partly to blame for his death. My stupid idea to call the police had ended in disaster. I had to leave college and had been under police protection ever since. Anyone who messes with the Russian mafia is playing with their life.
I replied as gently as possible: “Hey little sister, that’s not what I meant. But before you can make any plans for the future, you need certainty. Get a test, okay?”
She sniffed. “Yes, I’ll go right now.”
After our conversation, I threw myself thoughtfully onto my bed. Nadine had a steady job, not very well paid, but sufficient. She had an apartment and lots of friends. But could she raise a child on her own? I always think of her as my little sister, and not just because I’m four minutes older than her. She had always been less independent than me, taking the path of least resistance, taking up an apprenticeship and conforming. I, on the other hand, had always resisted. They could hardly control me at the children’s home. Nevertheless, or perhaps because of this, I passed my high school exams, was accepted to university, and was about to graduate. By then, however, I was already earning more money with my part-time job than I could ever earn as an academic in the training company. Had earned, I corrected myself. Since I had been living in this state-owned apartment, that was over too. No income, no studies, no degree. Damn cops and bureaucracy. They had promised everything except that I would receive quick and unbureaucratic help afterwards. They hadn’t said that, for good reason. I was stuck here and couldn’t move on. Far away from my university, far away from my sister and my few friends, far away from my scene.
It didn’t take too long before my phone rang again. She must have hurried.
“All done?” I answered.
There was loud breathing on the line.
“Nadine, is everything okay?”
“Hello, Laura,” said an unfamiliar male voice with a thick Russian accent.
I was terrified, my stomach knotted up.
“Who is this, where is Nadine?” I struggled to keep my voice calm and not let my rising panic show.
“We have her now. She’ll pay off your debts, and it won’t be pleasant for her.”
I knew immediately who “we” referred to.
“She has nothing to do with this, let her go. I’ll withdraw my statement.” My panic broke through.
“It’s too late for that. Blood must be paid for with blood. But if you turn yourself in, we’ll let your sister go.”
I wasn’t that naive. Nevertheless: “Fine, I’ll do it, I’ll come. But give her to me first, I want to know if she’s okay.”
It only took a few seconds before I heard Nadine’s panicked voice: she was speaking English, probably hoping that the kidnappers wouldn’t understand her. “Laura, don’t, they’ll kill us both, I heard them. They didn’t know I understand Russian.”
Her voice abruptly fell silent; someone was apparently covering her mouth.
“We’ll be waiting for you in Berlin tomorrow evening. Ten o’clock.” He abruptly ended the call.
I didn’t need to be told where in Berlin. The illegal poker club still existed and surely still belonged to them, even if one boss was dead and the other was in prison. Of course, they wouldn’t hide Nadine there.
I didn’t have a car. I hadn’t needed one in Berlin, and I couldn’t afford one here. The train ride to Nadine’s place took a while. On the way, I called my contact and told him what had happened.
When I arrived at her apartment, a police patrol was already there.
A police officer began to question me and asked why I suspected a crime had been committed. Then he asked about the Mafia and my sister. I was annoyed at having to explain the whole story instead of the police officer conducting an investigation.
Fortunately, relief came in the form of my contact at the Federal Criminal Police Office.
He held up his ID: “Walter Schmitt, BKA. We’ll take it from here, thank you!”
Then he turned to me and also asked what exactly had happened.
“Mr. Schmidt,” one of the police officers interrupted our conversation a short time later. “We’ve found something.”
He led us to some bushes. There lay Nadine’s destroyed cell phone, her handbag, and an unopened pregnancy test that had fallen out.
I arrived at the club at 9:50 p.m., ahead of schedule. I hadn’t been able to get myself ready again like I had on the evening when everything went wrong. I had forgotten my wig and fake contact lenses at home. Now a headscarf and sunglasses would have to do. Of course, the FBI was shadowing me. When no one had approached me after 15 minutes of loitering in front of the door, I decided to go inside.
Of course, Walter had strictly forbidden me to do so, because once inside, they would no longer be able to shadow me inconspicuously. Nevertheless, I took the risk. I placed my complete trust in the radio under my jacket, which allowed the FBI to hear every word I said.
The club was private. You had to ring the doorbell, then you were checked. Only if you looked clean or were known would the door be opened at all.
No one answered when I rang the bell. Impatiently, I knocked on the black steel door with my fist. But nothing happened. I started kicking the door with my winter boots, over and over, alternating with punches.
“It’s me, Laura! I want my sister! Open up!”
“They’re gone!” a voice behind me said.
Exhausted, I looked behind me and tried to see through my tear-filled eyes who had spoken to me. It was Walter.
“What?”
“They took off when we arrived. I just got confirmation. The moment you turned into that alley, a black van left the premises.”
I turned to him.
“Did they give chase? How do you know?”
Walter just shook his head sadly.
“No, an informant just told me. The place is empty! A search warrant is being processed right now. As soon as it’s approved, my men and I will search the club for clues. I’ll drive you back now.”
“No! NADINE! NADINE!...”
I screamed for minutes until I couldn’t anymore and collapsed.
Walter put his arm around my shoulder and led me back to the car. The drive back to my accommodation was silent, because I had only one thought: I had messed up again, and my sister was now paying for it.
A few weeks later, I met Walter in his office. Right at the beginning of our conversation, he slid an envelope across to me.
“What’s this?” I asked.
“Your new identity! You are now officially in the witness protection program! Until the matter is resolved, you will go into hiding.”
“The case? I thought I was here because you had a lead on my sister? And now I’m getting a new identity? I’ve been hanging in limbo for months, but when Nadine gets kidnapped, everything happens so fast? If Nadine had had one, she wouldn’t have been kidnapped!”
“We didn’t classify your sister as high risk because she never had any contact with the Mafia, unlike you! Besides, she refused to move.”
“After she saw what life was like after such a ‘move,’ that’s understandable, isn’t it? I was more of a prisoner than anything else! What about my sister now? Do you have a lead?”
Walter nodded.
“We have evidence that she is no longer in Germany. She was taken abroad.”
“Abroad? You mean to Russia? And what are you doing about it?”
I recognized the answer in his evasive gaze.
“There’s nothing you can do, right?”
“You have to understand: the political situation doesn’t make it any easier for us to investigate there. And the requested administrative assistance may take some time.”
I understood only too well.
To take my mind off what was happening to my sister, I opened my envelope and took out the papers.
A stack of forms, instructions, and documents: a birth certificate, high school diploma, ID card, passport, and health insurance card.
Together with Walter, I went through the forms and instructions and confirmed receipt with my signatures. From now on, I had to report to the BKA every six months as long as I had this identity.
I opened the passport. Next to my photo was my new name: Johanna Blauert.
“How long will I remain Johanna?”
He shrugged.
“I can’t say. Your new identity is designed to last for a long time. At least until the kidnapping of your sister has been legally resolved.”
“Legally resolved? What does that mean? And what about my life so far? I only have two semesters left until I graduate. Can I finish my studies?”
Walter shook his head.
“Legally resolved means until the kidnapping has been solved and the perpetrators have been convicted. Rewriting your entire degree, your exams, that’s beyond our capabilities. But you can re-enroll under your new name!”
“You’re not serious, are you? That’s years of my life! Will I at least get financial support?”
“Listen, Laura, your case is very unique. Our laws aren’t designed for this. And many aspects of the witness protection program have not yet been finalized.”
“So, in short: no? I’m on my own? Fuck you! What’s the point of all this then?”
He ignored my insult.
“I’ll be your mentor for now. I can help you with any problems you have with the authorities. With your new resume, you can easily apply for any job.”
“What job? Cleaning lady, or what? I don’t have any qualifications! And my studies are gone. So what am I going to live on now?”
His helpless look told me that he didn’t have a solution either.
“Then I guess I’ll have to go back to working as a cam girl.”
“Are you crazy? Presenting yourself on the internet, where the mafia is looking for you?”
“If the state can’t help me, I’ll have to help myself. Or am I not allowed to work as a cam girl?”
He shook his head hesitantly.
“Not directly. But if you deliberately jeopardize your new identity, it can be revoked.”
“So am I allowed to, or am I not?”
“You can, yes. But I advise against it!”
Nodding, I leafed through my passport again. Suddenly, I had an idea.
“The passport, is it real?”
Walter looked at me, confused.
“Of course, what else?”
“I mean, can I travel to any country in the world with it without any problems?”
“This is now your official identity. Yes! But if you travel abroad, you must inform me in advance!”
“Okay, then I hereby inform you that I’m going abroad for a while!”
“Where to?” he asked in surprise.
I wasn’t going to tell him that I was going to Russia.
“Egypt! It might be a long trip! I’ll get in touch when I’m back!”
His gaze became suspicious.
“What do you want in Egypt?”
“I need a vacation, from everything. And I’ve always wanted to go there. The Red Sea is supposed to be fantastic for diving!”
Walter obviously didn’t believe a word I said, but thankfully refrained from asking any further questions.
“Six months! You have to check in with me every six months! And you have to be back by the trial in September!”
“Fine, I didn’t want to take that long a vacation anyway. So I’ll be in touch in six months at the latest! Take care, Walter!”
I grabbed the papers, stood up, and turned toward the door. Then he stopped me again.
“Laura: I mean it! Don’t do anything stupid! Really treat yourself to this vacation and switch off. In the meantime, we’ll do everything in our power to find your sister.”
“Yes, Mr. Schmitt!” I replied, nodding, turned toward the door, and left his office.
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