No-limit-rooms Johanna
Copyright© 2026 by Jepasch
Chapter 35: Breakdown
Thriller Sex Story: Chapter 35: Breakdown - 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 appeared. “Hey, you study nerds, you’ll miss lunch if you don’t come soon!”
Damn, it was already so late. And I hadn’t been able to see everything yet. I still had other work to do in the afternoon. Slowly, what I had just seen began to boil up inside me. Why was I suddenly so upset? Normally, I was quite good at controlling my emotions, so why not this time?
Then it dawned on me: I had been raped!
“Did you find anything out?” Isabell whispered quietly as she stood next to me at the cell door.
I nodded. “Yes, I’m coming to dinner, don’t rush me!” My tone sounded very harsh, even to me.
Twenty appeared, and we went to the dining room together.
“So, found anything else?” she asked me at the door.
“Not here, not now,” I replied in a low voice. “But something terrible has happened!”
Isabell looked between us in surprise. She looked at me questioningly.
I shook my head angrily. “In a minute,” I whispered.
I was seething inside. Not only had I been drugged and interrogated on my first day, but life-threatening technical problems were also being covered up. I was many things, but I wasn’t tired of life. I had to talk to Rebecca.
“Say, Isa ... uh, Five,” I quickly corrected myself. “If I need to talk to Rebecca urgently, how can I do that?”
“Mistress Rebecca! Damn it, Eighteen!” Isabell cursed quickly and quietly. She looked around in alarm to see if anyone else had heard my disrespectful pronunciation of a mistress’s name. But Twenty was already three steps ahead of us and didn’t seem to have heard anything. No one else had been within earshot.
Rebecca could shove her Mistress title where the sun didn’t shine. She was no longer that to me! If they wanted to kick me out, go ahead, set all their lawyers on me, discredit me, go ahead. First they would have to know who I really was...
Damn it. What if they already knew?
Isabell looked concerned. “What’s wrong? Is it about tonight?” She misinterpreted my barely restrained anger as panic.
“I need to speak to MRS. Rebecca, urgently!” My words had been louder than intended and could be heard throughout the room. Four rushed towards us.
“What’s the problem?”
“No problem! Eighteen just panicked about tonight!” Isabell quickly apologized for me.
“I’m not panicking, I just need to speak to Mistress Rebecca!” I tried to explain, struggling to control myself.
Four looked back and forth between us. “Five, it’s your responsibility! I’ll hold back for now. But get her under control, okay?”
“Thank you, Four! I owe you one!” Isabell said gratefully.
Vier shooed the others, who had curiously come closer, back to their tasks. Isabell pulled me into the washroom and turned on the taps.
“What the hell is wrong with you? I’ve never seen you like this before,” she whispered softly.
“Did you know?” I hissed.
She looked at me blankly.
“Did you know?” My eyes must have been flashing with anger, because Isabell suddenly looked frightened and took a step back.
“What am I supposed to have known?”
“That I was drugged on my first day here and that experiments were performed on me in the AI room?”
It took a lot of effort to lower my trembling voice to a whisper.
Isabell looked genuinely surprised. “No! Nonsense, what makes you think that? Who says that?”
“No one is claiming it, there’s video footage! Of me, in the AI room, on the day I wanted to look at the apartment here. When I had no idea about the basement!”
Isabell looked around in alarm to see if anyone else was nearby and raised her hand to signal me to be quiet. First she turned the showers up to full heat and pressed the buttons, then she hurried to the door and looked to see if anyone was nearby. Meanwhile, clouds of steam rose in the room.
She quickly pressed all the buttons again. The cameras fogged up.
She hugged me and whispered in my ear, “Did you find this in the files I was supposed to share with you?”
At first, I had remained stiff as a board and passively accepted her embrace, but now my mind kicked back in. Hesitantly, I wrapped my arms around her too. It felt so good to be able to hold her. I started to sob.
“I’m sorry!”
“Shh, it’s okay. Everything will be fine. Everything will be cleared up! Are you sure it was you in the video? You know about deepfakes, right?”
I nodded into her shoulder. “Yes, absolutely sure. And Rebecca interrogated me. She asked if I was a police officer or from the tax investigation department. They must have given me a drug. And I knew it, because when I had my first show in the AI room, I recognized the room!”
Isabell leaned back and looked me in the eyes. “Shit, really?”
“And I told her the truth about myself, while I lied to you the whole time,” I sobbed. “That the mafia kidnapped my twin sister and I’m on the run from the mafia.”
Isabell’s jaw dropped. “No?”
I nodded. “That was Nadine, my sister, who I must have talked about in my sleep! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to lie to you, I’ll explain later, as soon as I can!”
She looked at me for what seemed like an eternity, then nodded. She tried to pull me toward her again, but I held her back.
“There’s something else: the incident with Twenty in the AI room wasn’t an accident. Someone was manually controlling the Dalek!”
Isabell visibly tried to process everything I had just told her. Then she shook her head, as if to clear it.
“You do realize that you can’t tell Rebecca any of this without having to explain how you got the information, right?” She looked at me with concern.
Slowly, I calmed down again. “Yes!”
“So what are you going to tell her?”
Isabell had me, and she knew it. I looked embarrassed.
“Should we cancel the show with you? Should we explain that the past few days have been too much for you and you panicked?”
“Would that work?”
“Yes, if someone else steps in for you!”
“Who would volunteer to do that now, now that the story about Zwanzig is probably already out there?”
“I would do it for you!”
“No way!” I forgot to whisper. “You’re not stepping in for me because I had a panic attack!”
“It’s okay. I’ll do it!” She took my face in her hands. “I love you!”
“No!” I grabbed her wrists and pulled them down. “I didn’t tell you all this so you could torture yourself for me!”
“What’s going on here?”
Diana’s voice pierced the room, drowning out the sound of the faucets.
Isabell immediately wriggled out of my grip and threw herself to the floor, pulling me down to my knees with her.
Hesitantly, I followed her example.
“I repeat, what is going on here, what does this mean? A romantic rendezvous?”
“No, mistress! Eighteen is having a panic attack because of tonight, and I want to fill in for her!”
“No way!” I protested.
“Silence, both of you!” She turned to the door, where the others were watching from a distance.
“Someone turn off the water here, come on, hurry up! Then wipe the room dry and clean the camera lenses!” Four and Eleven immediately scurried in, while Thirteen hurried toward the storage room.
“You two come with me, now!” she ordered us before leaving the washroom.
We followed her through the cell block, the dressing room, and the ice-cold hallway to the airlock, where she motioned us inside. We entered the forbidden area uncertainly, as we weren’t wearing hoods. But Diana didn’t say a word. Behind the airlock, she walked to a hallway door on the right and opened it. In my mind, I recalled the floor plan of the basement. Only one room without a specific function had been marked there. When we entered behind Diana, it turned out to be a tastefully furnished apartment, almost like the one upstairs, only without windows. Instead, there was a large monitor wall where every corner of our prison could be seen. Opposite it was a large desk, where Diana now sat down.
Isabell sank to her knees in front of the table, and I followed her example after a moment’s hesitation. We both kept our heads bowed.
I heard Diana typing on the computer keyboard. After a while, the wordless silence made me a little nervous. But she took her time. The typing could no longer be heard, only the occasional click of a mouse button. The leather of her chair creaked. Her perfume filled my nose. It was tart, a little like ambergris, but very pleasant.
My thoughts wandered back to what I had seen, my rape! The anger slowly rose in me again, replacing the anxiety I had felt a moment ago.
“So, Eighteen!” Diana’s sudden address surprised me. “You spent two nights in the bunker. And as I can see, YOU seem to have coped well with that. Until you suddenly freaked out for no reason an hour ago. Can you explain that to me? Speak!”
I moistened my lips. “Mistress, I don’t know. I can’t explain it!” I don’t know if I managed to make my tone sound appropriate.
“Look at me, Eighteen!”
I lifted my head and looked into Diana’s brown eyes. They were ice cold, and I tried to look neutral.
“Now get your head out of your ass and explain to me what’s going on!”
“Twenty told her how the Dalek went crazy!” Isabell interjected.
“One penalty point for you, Five! But thanks for answering!”
Isabell immediately lowered her head again.
“Is that right, Eighteen?”
I nodded hesitantly.
It was as if Diana wanted to penetrate my thoughts with her gaze. I tried to think about a poker game and not about the video.
Finally, she relaxed a little and sank back into the armchair.
“Let’s forget about all the formalities for a moment. We’re among friends here. Johanna, what did you hear about what happened?”
“Twenty told me how the Dalek got out of control and injured her.”
“Was that all?”
I hesitated. My conversation with Hal should be easy to find on the surveillance footage.
“No. I logged into the AI program and asked Hal about the incident. He then told me that the Dalek had been tampered with.”
“Tampered with? How?”
“The Dalek was under manual control at the time!”
“Manually? By whom?”
“I couldn’t find out. The data was deleted!”
Diana thought for a moment.
“Is that why you wanted to talk to your mistress?”
“Yes!”
“So you don’t want to quit, and you’re still willing to do the show tonight?”
Was I? For whom? For Rebecca? Hardly. I had to get out of here. But there were a few closed doors in between. If I backed out now, they would remain closed. I had to lull her into a false sense of security.
“Yes, if my safety is guaranteed.”
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