No-limit-rooms Johanna
Copyright© 2026 by Jepasch
Chapter 12: AI Room
Thriller Sex Story: Chapter 12: AI Room - 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
Isabell was respectful enough not to pry further. I didn’t say another word about the phone call either, partly so I wouldn’t have to make up too many unnecessary lies, and partly so I wouldn’t have to deliberately lie to her.
Isabell went back to her apartment to change, and we agreed to meet later in the lobby. As soon as she left the room, I set my status on my cell phone to spontaneous shopping. That should alert Holger.
Somehow he had to incorporate Cousin Walter into my life story. Damn, damn, damn. In the chat, I told him that my cousin Walter Schmidt had contacted me unexpectedly and wanted to meet with me to tell me news about my family.
I didn’t expect an immediate reply. Of course, he knew about my contact, but we hadn’t thought about it because I was absolutely sure that they didn’t care about them. Well, I had underestimated the typical German thoroughness of BKA officials.
Surprisingly, the reply came promptly: “Your cousin Walter? That’s surprising, how come? When would you like to meet him?”
“He got my birthday wrong again and wanted to congratulate me too early. I don’t know yet, sometime next week. He’s here on business.”
There was a long pause. Holger probably had to think about what he could say without giving anything away.
“Well, he’s always been good at surprises. You can say hello to him for me, although I doubt he’ll remember me. But weren’t you going shopping, according to your status?”
“I’m leaving now.”
“Have fun.”
“Thanks, have a nice day.”
I grabbed some notepaper from the shelf and packed it away. I didn’t have time to write a shopping list. Encoding took too long when you couldn’t use electronic aids. With keyloggers and surveillance cameras, I was under constant observation here. So I would write in plain text on the way and deposit the message in the dead letter box. Holger would have it watched.
We did our shopping, mainly groceries, but I persuaded Isabell to make a detour to the department store.
In the restroom there, I wrote a brief note saying that Walter had to be included in my cover story, that I had to call him, and that I needed instructions.
I then picked out a scarf in the department store and we left, heading for the street. Thanks to me, unfortunately, we ended up on the wrong side, not facing the main street. As we walked by, I threw the candy wrapper in the trash can, along with the note.
Back at the apartment building, we went to our separate apartments to put away our purchases. Then I got changed. I needed a different outfit for today’s show. Maybe something more moisture-resistant.
I didn’t own any latex clothing, not yet. It hadn’t seemed practical to me so far, and it was also quite expensive. Isabell’s costume had cost well over €300 and its durability was not impressive. My leather clothes were clearly superior in that respect. Moreover, dressing in latex seemed more complicated to me, unless you had a lot of buckles and laces on your leather clothes. For what a woman could normally earn with webcam sex, I didn’t think it was lucrative enough.
But Isabell had convinced me otherwise. Latex fetishists paid more and stayed online longer, and there was less competition. Apart from this house, there were a lot of latex cam girls here.
Should I borrow something from the collection? I logged into my pad and browsed the catalog to see if there was anything suitable for me. There, that was something: I could surprise Isabell with that. It cost me €55, but it was worth it. I could pick it up 15 minutes later at the reception. That’s what I call fast delivery.
Completely changed and made up, I looked at myself in the mirror: fantastic. I took a few selfies for myself. Then I wanted to go down to Isabell and suddenly noticed a problem: I couldn’t put anything on over it, neither a coat nor anything else fit over my outfit. Desperate, I considered taking the costume off again, but time was running out. Oh well, where do I live here? No one here was prudish.
So I stayed like that, grabbed my gym bag with some more clothes and left my apartment. I waited a moment in front of the elevator until it arrived. When the door opened, Linda looked at me in amazement. She had probably just come back from shopping. Speechless, she looked me up and down and then nodded with a smile: “Hi Johanna. Very chic. Where are you going with that, to the basement?”
“Hi Linda. No, just one floor down. I’m going to the show with Isabell.”
Linda suddenly laughed and threw her head back. “Well, have fun, it’s going to be quite a show. Wait, I’ll walk you downstairs again, if you don’t mind. I want to enjoy the sight of you a little longer.” Her eyes sparkled mischievously.
What was she up to? Somewhat confused, I agreed.
When the doors opened a few seconds later and I stepped into the hallway, I knew why Linda had come down with me:
The hallway was full of movers who were clearing out an apartment. There I stood: in a white latex costume, angel wings, bare pubic area, and a bustier that left my gold-painted nipples exposed. Six pairs of male eyes stared at me.
A box with apparently fragile contents fell down. Linda, giggling as she peeked around the corner from the elevator, took a photo with her cell phone. After a moment of general astonishment, hesitant approval sounded in the form of applause and whistles. Well then: advertising is half the battle. I dropped my bag and presented myself smiling from all sides.
“If you gentlemen want to see more: KinkyCamChat Dotcom.”
Cell phones were pulled out and pictures were taken of me. Everyone wanted to take a selfie with me, and why not?
Then I grabbed my bag again and shooed the men back to work before ringing Isabell’s doorbell with a grin. She opened the door again in her demon costume. I quickly pulled the completely surprised demoness outside with me. There, I turned her around, kissed her intensely on the mouth, and then disappeared back into her apartment with her, laughing.
The men were probably not quite as focused on their work for the rest of the day. Inside, I explained to my completely taken aback girlfriend how this situation had come about, and we both had to laugh.
“Well, my angel, you clearly deserve punishment for that. And I’m going to mercilessly inflict it on you now.” Her smile was downright demonic.
Our show got really hot that day, and not just because I was also dressed in latex. We had a lot of customers.
At their request, I had remote-controlled vibrators inserted into my anus and pussy, my hands were tied, and the demoness tortured and humiliated me with clamps, paddles, and golden showers while the customers controlled the vibrators inside me.
After hours, I gave up exhausted, having come intensely several times. Isabell had also had her fun. Many customers thanked us and asked for more shows with us.
“Wet Latex Girl,” as Isabell called herself here, assured them that we would do more shows together. I was far too exhausted to object, and besides, I didn’t really want to.
‘Jenny Pain’ would now be regularly subjugated and tortured by ‘Wet Latex Girl’. For better or worse, I would have to get used to golden showers. Damn, I had forgotten the mouthwash in my apartment, it flashed through my mind.
But Isabell had taken care of that. After turning off the camera, I was allowed to go to the bathroom first, where a new bottle of mouthwash was waiting for me. I immediately started gargling. After peeling out of my costume, I removed my makeup, took a long shower, and then slipped into a comfortable T-shirt and shorts. My costume was really cool, but the relatively large wings were impractical. They got in the way a few times during our games; for example, I couldn’t lie down on my back properly with them on. In that respect, the demon costume was better, as the wings were much smaller and less sensitive. I had received care instructions with the costume, which said that I should not leave it crumpled up overnight covered in sweat or other bodily fluids, but should rinse it and hang it up to dry on the hanger provided. The costume would be thoroughly cleaned by the company.
“Are you finally ready?” Isabell complained from the bedroom.
“Just a second,” I chirped back.
But I needed a little longer, so Isabell pushed her way into the bathroom and started freshening up herself.
“You should buy the costume, it suits you and we look good together in it.”
I had already thought of that.
“How much would it cost me? Where did you get yours?”
“From here, Rebecca has unique sources for fetish clothing. My costume is custom-made. At first, I wore it in the basement, but now I only use it here for myself. I constantly get asked where I got it, but I can’t answer that because Rebecca doesn’t reveal her sources. Q took my measurements.”
“Oh, right, Q. I don’t know him yet. Sounds kind of mysterious.”
“He is. No one has ever seen him in the house without his mask. He is a little creepy, but probably just a harmless masochist. He wears a chastity belt under his clothes. He probably does his job here on the side, because he is only seen sporadically. We can only speculate about his age. Somewhere between 30 and 60. But his creations are simply ingenious. The exercise bike is one of his most mundane designs. We’re all excited about the AI room.”
“Rebecca already mentioned that, a kind of peep show studio. Is there anything more specific about it?” I thought back to my conversation with Rebecca.
“Until now, there were devices similar to those in the Future Studio, which were controlled by remote control. Now the computer AI is supposed to take over. To be honest, I’m a little afraid of that.” Isabell shuddered. “The first test was supposed to take place this week, in front of a select audience. As far as I know, they haven’t selected anyone for it yet. Everyone I know is a little afraid of it.”
“Why?” I asked. Ever since I had read stories about computer-controlled erotic BDSM machines, I had been eager to try something like that. There were some brilliant comics about it online.
Isabell shrugged: “Doesn’t the idea of being helplessly at the mercy of an emotionless machine scare you?”
“People and their emotions scare me much more. I’d like to try it out.”
“Crazy chick. Now give me some more space here.” Laughing, she pushed me out of the bathroom.
Thoughtfully, I went to my bag and fished out my pad. I sat down at the table and contacted Rebecca via Messenger: “I heard the AI room is supposed to be inaugurated this week. I’d be interested in that.”
I didn’t expect a quick reply, so I started researching the conditions for purchasing my costume. To my surprise, I saw that it was being offered for sale in-house. At an attractive price. If I waived the return, the rental fee would even be credited toward the purchase price. It only took seconds for me to make up my mind. Sold! I received confirmation immediately. So now I was an angel up here? I laughed out loud.
“What’s so funny?” came a voice from the bathroom.
“Me, an angel!” I called back.
A giggle came in response, followed by, “Your tongue technique is slowly becoming heavenly.”
My pad notified me of an incoming Messenger message.
Rebecca: “Good, we’ll meet tomorrow morning at 9 a.m. in my office for the details. The show starts at 7 p.m., you’re now booked as the premiere star. Don’t back out!”
My surprised expression alarmed Isabell, who was just coming out of the bathroom. “What’s going on?”
“I’m the premiere star at KI Studio tomorrow night.”
In disbelief, with our mouths open, we stared at each other.
“Let’s make something to eat, I can’t digest this on an empty stomach.” Isabell shook her head and headed for the kitchenette while I sent Rebecca my reply: “I won’t back out! See you tomorrow morning.”
We didn’t continue our conversation until dinner. Isabell couldn’t believe that I had offered to play along with Rebecca, and even less likely that I had been chosen. But my thoughts revolved less around the AI room than around my other problems. Somehow I had to contact Walter and either cancel the meeting or arrange it so that no one would see us together. I hadn’t noticed any surveillance yet. Maybe I was really paranoid and had watched too many spy thrillers, but I hadn’t imagined the surveillance of my electronic devices. I couldn’t call him on either my landline or my cell phone. And I had to contact him soon. Preferably after talking to Rebecca. Maybe Holger had a solution?
Isabell looked at me questioningly, waiting for something.
“Excuse me? I was lost in thought. What did you ask?”
She replied snappishly, “Oh, have I bored you so much that you’re not listening to me anymore? I wanted to know if you wanted to keep the costume.”
Smiling apologetically, I replied, “Actually, I was thinking about how often we’ll be performing together now and how I’m going to fit that in with my show. I bought the costume earlier. Now I’m your angel and completely under your spell.”
Seconds later, Isabell jumped up and hugged me.
“This is going to be great!” Her kiss was so passionate that we forgot about our food until it had long since gone cold. We cleared the table and cuddled up together on the bed. A romantic comedy was on TV, and it was just wonderful, even when we cuddled up together afterwards. That night, however, I dreamed about my sister.
“Who is Nadine?”
I was so startled that I almost dropped my coffee mug, but I managed to catch myself just in time. Isabell and I were sitting at breakfast, enjoying what was admittedly an overly early morning, at least until now.
“Who?” I asked as innocently as possible, desperately searching for an excuse.
“N a d i n e. You muttered the name several times during the night. I’m getting jealous.”
Since when did I talk in my sleep? “Oh, Nadine. Yes, someone from the past. A long time ago.”
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