No-limit-rooms Johanna
Copyright© 2026 by Jepasch
Chapter 25: Grace period
Thriller Sex Story: Chapter 25: Grace period - 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
After we had submitted to Rebecca, she immediately strutted out again, satisfied. She had achieved an apparent victory across the board and made it clear to us who was the boss in this house.
Isabell had closed the door behind her and returned to me with her head bowed.
“I’m sorry,” she began to apologize. “I didn’t think she would hold you responsible for that.”
I had sat down on the sofa and patted the empty space next to me.
“Come here, slave!” I commanded, but in a friendly tone.
She immediately scurried over to me and knelt in front of me with her head bowed. She began to tremble all over.
“I’m really sorry!” she sobbed.
I gently took her chin and lifted her head so she could look me in the eyes, and wiped away her tears.
“What are you sorry for, that we fell in love with each other?”
She shook her head vigorously.
“That you lied to me at the beginning?”
She started to shake her head, but then paused. “No, I mean, yes, I am. But I didn’t know you then and had to do what Rebecca told me to do.”
“Then that we only have to do our webcam shows on Rebecca’s instructions?”
Another shake of the head.
“That we are now Rebecca’s slaves together?”
She hesitated. “That wasn’t my intention! I didn’t want to drag you into this! I never believed for a moment that she would kick you, I mean us, out just because I resisted.”
“Or that I’ve now practically bought you from Rebecca?”
She opened her eyes wide in astonishment.
I don’t know if it was due to lack of sleep, but she obviously hadn’t really understood what had just happened.
“I thought it was about my release and that you would keep your job?”
“No, she sold you into my custody. Your release wasn’t up for negotiation at all,” I explained.
“But...” she began. “She said we could leave without any obligations if we wanted to, didn’t she?”
I showed her the second page of my statement and pointed to the relevant section in the fine print:
“Upon payment of the invoice, the slave shall pass seamlessly into the possession of the buyer. This includes all rights and obligations specified in detail to and vis-à-vis the slave. In addition, the buyer is obliged to keep the slave in her possession for at least five years. Otherwise, she shall revert to the possession of the original owner. Release within this period, except due to the death of one of the parties involved, is also excluded.”
This meant nothing less than that she had to be my slave or be returned to Rebecca.
She read it several times and tried to understand it. Then she looked at me sadly.
“She doesn’t believe it will work out between us,” she said.
I didn’t even know if I believed it myself. It was all so new to me. I wasn’t a mistress, I was masochistic, chaotic, and my name wasn’t even Johanna. I couldn’t help imagining how I would explain Isabell and our relationship to the BKA.
Isabell looked at me in complete bewilderment when I suddenly threw my head back and started laughing hysterically.
I pushed my bike through the forest again and made a call from the secure phone. It was Friday afternoon and I had left to make my report. Leaving Isabell behind hadn’t been easy, because she wanted to spend her last days of freedom with me without interruption. I felt the same way, but I couldn’t very well take her with me when I was talking to my clients and the BKA.
First, I called Walter from the BKA and reported back. I explained in brief what I had found out so far, without mentioning the hidden studios in the basement. However, I did reveal that parts of the No-LIMIT-Rooms website had been filmed in the apartment wing and that many of the tenants there were models. I also mentioned that the billing was done through the Cayman Islands, which allowed them to save on taxes in a semi-legal way. So far, I hadn’t found any evidence to confirm the suspicion that the apartment wing belonged to the Sicilian mafia.
The missing girls were alive and in good health, but were currently being housed in a kind of private sect. It didn’t seem advisable to me to describe them to the BKA as BDSM slaves.
“Walter, I’m going to join the cult on a trial basis to gain access to more information.”
“Why do you want to join the sect so badly? And what is it called anyway?”
“It doesn’t have a name. At least not an official one. If you need a name for your files, call it the Pony Ranch for now.”
“Pony Ranch? Are you serious? Laura, you’re kidding me!”
“The cult has no name, that’s the truth. But I first came into contact with it at Rebecca’s ranch. That’s where I met the missing girls. There are five of them that I know of, by the way. Wait, I have their names here. You can check.” I had memorized the girls’ names again that morning and now gave them to him.
After he had obviously written them down, he confirmed that two of them were in the file.
“And where are the girls staying now?”
“I don’t know for sure,” I said. “At least not at the ranch. They were only there last weekend.”
“And are they okay? Were you able to talk to them?”
“They seem to be fine, but one of the rules is that they are not allowed to talk to outsiders. That’s why I have to become a member, because I know that one of the girls has information about my sister,” I lied to him, at least partially.
“And how do you know that?”
“Because I spent a lot of money on that information. I’ll be very difficult to reach for a while and probably won’t be able to talk to them on the phone for a few months. But I’ll send signs of life via Facebook. They can use the code words to tell if I’m okay or in danger.”
“Are you going to move, or just disappear?”
“I can’t say for sure yet, but I have another emergency contact who is covering for me. If something unexpected happens, he will inform you.”
“He knows about me? Are you out of your mind?” Walter visibly struggled not to yell at me. “You signed the confidentiality agreement, you could be kicked out of the program for this!”
“Calm down, he doesn’t know anything about the witness protection program or my new identity, only that he should report to them and tell them everything he knows about my whereabouts. I told him you were a distant relative who could help,” I lied again.
There was silence on the line for a while as Walter thought the whole thing through. “I could help you with equipment. A tracking device, for example.”
I hadn’t expected that and now had to think about it myself. “How big are they and how do they work?”
“We have different models in different sizes. They all have GPS and a SIM card. If there’s a reception tower nearby, it can be located quite accurately.”
“And how do I hide it? I expect I’ll have to take all my clothes off and be searched.”
Again, silence on the other end of the line.
“We’re not CI5, and I’m not M. Our devices are designed to locate vehicles or objects. They can’t be implanted. And you can see what they’re for. They could be hidden in small boxes or sewn into clothing, but that’s about it.”
“And what about the transmission time?”
“A maximum of four weeks from activation, for the smallest ones.”
“Would you receive a notification if I activated it?”
“Yes.”
“And if I’m abroad?”
“Where abroad?”
“Cyprus?”
He sucked in his breath. “The cult lives in Cyprus? Nadine too?”
“I suspect so.”
“They would be on their own there. We would need concrete evidence and would have to request administrative assistance from the local authorities in order to take action.”
“I figured. Then it’s no use to me. Thanks for the offer, though.” I was well aware that Walter had pretty much exhausted his authority by offering me a tracking device.
“Walter, in the worst case scenario, I’ll be in this cult for almost a year from now. But I hope to find my sister sooner and be able to contact you. However, it’s very important to me that you don’t block my identity during that time.”
Another long silence on the line. “Laura, you’re asking a lot of me! We can’t help you in Cyprus.”
“Please,” I pleaded. “I have proof that Nadine is alive. And this is the only way to find her. I’m going to do it either way, with or without your support. But without it, it will be much more dangerous for me.”
“That’s almost coercion! I can take you into protective custody, do you understand?”
I had forgotten that I was talking to a German official. “Listen, Walter, if I’m to provide you with reliable information, there’s no other way. As an informant, I have to be able to assess the risk myself. You’re recording our conversation, aren’t you?”
“No, not so far,” he replied.
“Then do it now!”
“I, Laura Zamora, hereby declare that I release Walter Schmitt, Commissioner of the Federal Criminal Police Office, from any responsibility for my actions. I have volunteered to infiltrate a private sect as an informant, which is believed to be holding German citizens, including my own sister Nadine Zamora, captive against their will. I am fully aware of the risk and am taking it against Mr. Schmitt’s express advice!”
“Wait, I can’t decide this on my own. I’ll call you back in 15 minutes.”
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