No-limit-rooms Johanna
Copyright© 2026 by Jepasch
Chapter 13: Hal and Dalek
Thriller Sex Story: Chapter 13: Hal and Dalek - 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
“I’LL DO IT!” I exclaimed. She had me hooked. Damn manipulative bitch!
“Fine.” Rebecca’s voice remained completely calm, betraying no emotion. “Now that we’ve cleared that up, let’s get back to the details. Four individual training sessions of 60 minutes each, or one free training session of 240 minutes?”
My thoughts were spinning in my head. What should I choose?
“Of course, you can leave the decision to me, and I’ll choose for you. And I’d be willing to bet you personally that you’ll collect the 30,000 euros.”
“Bet on what?” All my alarm bells were ringing.
“Money, of course. If you succeed, I get €5,000 from you; if you give up beforehand, you get the money from me.”
“That sounds like illegal match fixing,” I blurted out.
Rebecca laughed loudly, but then shook her head. “I may be the boss here in the house, but I have no influence over that. Once everything has been entered and the conditions accepted, Hal takes over.”
“Hal?”
“The AI. The Dalek has no mind of its own; it follows Hal’s commands.”
“Can I talk to Hal too, like in the movie?” I had to grin.
To my surprise, she remained completely serious. “That’s being considered, but so far it’s only possible in chat. However, you can give verbal commands, which he understands and obeys, including, of course, the code words and signals for termination.”
“And if I abort, I’ll get the 5,000 euros from you, just like that?” I asked to be sure.
“Then I would have misjudged you, and I would be willing to pay the price for that. However, it would of course have an impact on your work here if you were too quick and too willing to give up. So, do you agree to this private bet?”
I looked at Rebecca thoughtfully, but her expression gave nothing away. She would be a damn difficult opponent at poker. There was a lot of money at stake for me. What were the chances that I could reach the $30,000 bonus if I turned down Rebecca’s offer? I didn’t believe for a second that her choice would have no influence on my chances of success. I couldn’t win this game because I didn’t know the rules yet. “Agreed.”
“Good, I’ll choose free training and maximum release for you. No limit. Hal can try anything on you for 240 minutes and you can signal yellow a maximum of 6 times.”
My mouth fell open. “Then you’ll lose, I can’t keep that up.”
“It should be a little exciting for me too, otherwise it would be boring, wouldn’t it?”
Her expression reminded me of a cat that had just eaten a canary.
Shortly after that, our conversation was over. We had only discussed what I should wear, namely nothing, and that I would have my makeup done downstairs. The company actually had professional makeup artists, but they were rarely used on the first basement level. I was supposed to be at the studio on time at 7:00 p.m., and the show would start around 7:30 p.m. I also received approval for Hal. I was now allowed to chat with him if I wanted to. Somehow bizarre. We said goodbye and I went to my apartment. Then I called Isabell and asked if she wanted to have dinner together; I would cook. She didn’t take much persuading; she was burning with curiosity.
“Seriously, no limit? You’re completely crazy,” she said between bites. “And then you’re betting against Rebecca. You’re going to lose no matter what, no one can beat that woman.” I detected a hint of admiration for me in her tone, or was it pity?
“She took me completely by surprise,” I admitted. “But why would she bet that I could do it and then set the conditions to maximum difficulty? That’s completely illogical.”
“Well, you are hardcore when it comes to pain. Others would have taken 14 days off work with that back injury. You still have the scars. But it’s definitely not going to be a walk in the park for you. The weekend session we speculated you would do has just been completely filled. Without you. So I assume they don’t think you’ll be fit for duty by then.”
“Thanks, you’re really encouraging me.” Great, I missed out on a lot of money. 36 hours of sessions were a guaranteed minimum of 20,000 euros.
“What about your great backstory that you’re a kumiho? Will that be incorporated somehow?”
“No, not this time. The session is offline, just the VIPs and me. Of course, there will be private recordings for the VIPs. But since I can’t have my face altered, nor can I really grow nine cocks, it would be difficult to implement.”
“That’s true. What are you up to now, I mean until tonight? You still have six hours.”
“If that was a hidden invitation to do another show with you before that, because you expect that I won’t be able to do it for the rest of the week, I’m afraid I have to disappoint you. I want to go out and jog again. I probably won’t be able to do that for the rest of the week either,” I laughed.
Isabell acted offended. “No, that’s not why I asked, although that would certainly be a good idea. We could have visited the wellness area again.”
“Sauna, massages, and whirlpool before a mega torture session, to make the skin nice and soft and sensitive? Not a good idea.”
“Jogging isn’t good preparation either, is it?”
“I don’t want to overdo it. But I need some fresh air beforehand. I don’t have a bike.”
“I could help you out with that. Mine is in the bike cellar, but to be honest, I haven’t used it in a long time.”
I thought about it. It was a good idea. “I’d really appreciate that, thank you.”
“How grateful?” she asked mischievously.
“Depends on the bike.”
“Oh, what a shame.” She seemed genuinely disappointed.
A little later, when we were standing in the bike storage room, I could understand her disappointment. It was an ancient, pink, three-speed city bike with a shopping basket. Not a sports bike. At least the tires seemed to hold air after being pumped up. Nevertheless, I gratefully gave Isabell a passionate kiss and then swung myself onto the bike outside.
I was wearing sports clothes. I had left my handbag and cell phone behind, taking only money with me. The bike was a really good idea. It would allow me to easily shake off any pursuers who might be following me on foot or on public transportation without being noticed. And today that was important. Holger had posted a seemingly harmless status update that signaled to me that he wanted to meet me. We had already agreed on the place and time in advance, so I just had to get there unnoticed. After a few small detours through parks and allotments, I arrived at the agreed meeting point. He was already sitting on a bench there. I parked my bike and looked at a large information board with a leisure map of the area, which was right next to the bench.
Next to Holger was a cell phone, which he slid over to me. As inconspicuously as possible, looking around to see if anyone was watching us, I grabbed it and held it to my ear. Holger also held a cell phone to his ear.
“You can use this to call your friend Walter. See if you can get rid of him, he’s interfering with our operation,” Holger began our conversation.
I immediately dialed the contact number. It rang a few times. Just as I was about to hang up, Walter answered: “Yes, please?”
“It’s Johanna. We need to talk.”
“Nice of you to call. A little late, don’t you think?”
“I’m following a lead on my sister, it’s not a good time to meet with you.”
“You’re not meeting with me, but with the agency that gave you a new identity and with whom you are required to maintain regular contact. I don’t really care how you earn your living or what you do in your free time. But if you move or change jobs, you have to inform me. You cost the taxpayer a lot of money.”
“You’re not entirely innocent in my situation, remember?” I reminded him of the mishaps in his department. “But that wasn’t the plan. I had an accident two weeks ago, and then everything had to happen very quickly. I was also broke and had to find something new fast.”
“It seems you’ve managed that perfectly. Do you actually know where you live? We have a whole file on it.”
Well, that was interesting. “A file, why?”
“Normally, I’m not allowed to tell you, of course, but since your life is at stake: suspicion of promoting prostitution, human trafficking, money laundering, financial fraud. The building probably belongs to the Calabrian mafia, although we can’t prove it. It’s also linked to two missing persons cases. Camgirls like you. Johanna, you’re on the run from the Russian mafia and you’re fleeing to the ‘Ndrangheta? Are you out of your mind?”
“I could give you some information.”
Walter sucked in his breath. “Isn’t a bounty enough for you?”
“Do you want it or not?”
“Of course I do, stupid question.”
“Then leave me alone for a while. I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. The whole house is bugged, as are all my other means of communication. I’m calling from a borrowed cell phone, which I have to return right away.”
“What have you gotten yourself into? I don’t want to have to identify your body. You’re not trained for this, let us help you.”
“I can handle it.”
Holger handed me a piece of paper.
“Walter, write down the following login details. I’ve set up a Facebook account for you. You are now officially my cousin. I will post status updates more or less regularly. I’ll give you the following code words to look out for and what they mean.”
“Johanna, you’ve clearly seen too many spy movies. But okay, I’m listening.”
I gave him all the information from the piece of paper. A few more explanations followed, then I ended the call. I kept the cell phone to my ear, but spoke directly to Holger.
“I’m sorry, I really didn’t expect them to cause problems.”
“No problem, I expected them sooner or later. But now bring me up to date.”
In a few words, I reported everything important that had happened in the last two weeks and what I had already found out. I also mentioned that the BKA suspected the ‘Ndrangheta of owning the building.
“That matches our assumptions. But we don’t have any evidence.”
“Good to know. You know I’m already being hunted by the Russian mafia. I’d really hate to be the reason for a bounty bidding war between the two organizations.” I was close to exploding.
“I told you it would be dangerous, but also that we would protect you. Would it have changed your approach if you had known who was involved? I was more afraid that you would ask careless questions with this knowledge.”
“So, what exactly is this about? Spit it out.”
“The VIPs, we want to know who they are.”
“Okay, what else?”
“We need access to internal communications.”
“Impossible, I’m not allowed to take my pad outside, and I’m sure they’re monitoring it.”
“No doubt, but we’ll think of something.”
“What about my sister? I’m not doing this for fun.”
“We’re on it. She’s alive, that much is certain. We’ve already been able to locate her. She was taken there from the airport, and we suspect she’s still there.”
He discreetly slid a small envelope toward me, which I quickly grabbed.
It contained satellite images of a large area, a ranch or something similar. There was also a Russian name. I handed the envelope back.
“When are you going to get her out?”
“It’s not that simple. We can’t send in forces there for no reason and possibly kill people. The owner of the property is an influential businessman.”
“You promised me.”
“I promised you I would do everything possible to free her. There are also legal, inconspicuous options. If we have more evidence, we can involve the local authorities. Then we’ll stay out of it.”
“Then pass your information on to the FBI, they’re investigating too.”
“You know I can’t do that.”
“But I can.” By now, I was really angry.
“And what do you say about where you got this information? Or do you think they’d just send a group of investigators on vacation to Cyprus?”
I chewed on my lower lip, thinking. “All right, your way it is.” I fished an envelope out of my pants pocket. “Please pass this on to the person you know. And tell him he’ll get the rest soon, he should keep quiet.”
Holger only took the envelope after making sure we weren’t being watched. “I will. And if he causes any trouble, I’ll calm him down. The cell phone in your hand is for you. There’s a flap under the card in front of you, I’ll hide it there later. If you need a secure connection, use that. Otherwise, keep a low profile. You’re in, so settle in for now. In a few weeks, they won’t be so suspicious. Now put the cell phone back on the bench. Good luck, Johanna.”
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