No-limit-rooms Johanna
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Chapter 40: Mission accomplished
Thriller Sex Story: Chapter 40: Mission accomplished - 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
There was still a lot to sort out, but we put that off until later; after all, Reiner had to work. I would be staying at the clinic until at least the day after tomorrow. That left plenty of time for further discussions. I also had to think about how to alert him quickly in an emergency so he could get me out. It was getting more and more complicated. But my hand was now full. I couldn’t get any better cards. I could only hope that my trump cards would be enough to win the game.
Back in the room, I first checked on Isabell. I tenderly stroked her face and then kissed the sleeping woman. I would save her too. After a moment’s thought, I turned away from her and fished out my cell phone. This time Holger answered immediately.
“Holger, you have to send someone to pick me up. We’re going to Rebecca’s ranch to install whatever you need there. She’s in a coma here in the hospital, and I have her keycard. And make sure you bring me something decent to wear!”
When Sascha picked me up at the intersection a little over an hour later, I wanted to throw my jumpsuit away immediately. But unfortunately, that wasn’t possible. So I just took it off and threw it on the back seat before slipping into the blue jeans and blouse I had brought with me. Sneakers completed my outfit. He looked away bashfully, but I didn’t mind him seeing me naked. Why should I?
The drive to Rebecca’s ranch was silent at first. I had a lot to think about.
Finally, Sascha cleared his throat, bringing me back from my musings.
“Holger would like to know what happened!” He pointed to the cell phone on the center console.
I nodded and dialed Holger’s number. Then I told him everything that had happened. I had just finished when we reached the ranch.
To my surprise, Sascha didn’t drive onto the property, but stopped about half a kilometer further on in a wooded area. Then he looked at me.
“So, you can change your clothes again.”
My expression was obviously completely baffled. He pointed at me and my clothes.
“Very chic, but completely unsuitable for a break-in!”
“Should I put the romper back on?”
He laughed. “No, for God’s sake! We’re not going to commit murder! I’ve got something else for us in the trunk.”
It turned out to be black work overalls, gloves, and ski masks. Plus black lace-up boots.
“Seriously? Could it be any more conspicuous?”
“We’re dealing with security guards. The premises are monitored by CCTV, so we have to get onto the premises in their blind spot. I already know where. But as soon as we’re at the door, they’ll see us. That’s why we need this.” He took out a rifle.
“Are you going to shoot someone?”
“Nonsense, I’ll shoot out the lights. With any luck, we’ll have 55 minutes until they get here, and we’ll have to be gone by then. And we can’t leave any traces behind.”
“Don’t you think they’ll get suspicious if the lights have been shot out?”
He grinned broadly. “It won’t be the only one here. We’ll shoot out a few more lights tonight. Or rather, I will. You go into the house and do what I showed you.”
“Me? You’re much better at it than I am.”
“How good are you at shooting?”
I stared at him angrily. “Where’s your buddy from the other day? He could have helped!”
Sascha shook his head. “No, he can’t, because he’s not here. I’ve told you before: it’s not all about you.”
He pressed a backpack into my hand.
“It has everything you need, including a cell phone. Come on!”
In the glow of two red headlamps, we ran along a dirt road to the back of the ranch. There we climbed over the fence and ran to the house. Halfway there, he suddenly held me back.
“Wait!”
He had already taken the rifle off his shoulder, and now he took aim. I braced myself for a loud bang, but to my surprise, it was no louder than a clap of hands.
One of the two driveway lights went out immediately. He sent me on my way and ran in another direction. Great.
My crotch hurt. I was pretty sure that nighttime break-ins weren’t part of the healing plan for torn labia. Again, I heard the clapping sound, followed by a clang. The front of the house was now in darkness.
“You can go now!” I heard him call from the darkness. “Meet me at the car in 45 minutes. Don’t be late! And turn off your headlamp until you’re inside the house.”
Only now did I realize that I didn’t have a watch. Damn.
I scurried around the corner. There I turned off my headlamp, as he had told me to, and felt my way to the front door. With Rebecca’s keycard, which I had taken from her purse, I was able to open the door without any problems. From inside, I closed it again and turned my headlamp back on. In the semi-darkness of the red light, I tried to get my bearings. Then I went into Rebecca’s study.
The last time I was here, I had noticed that the connections looked different from those in the apartment. Damn, I needed help.
I opened my backpack and rummaged through it for my cell phone. Finally, I found it in the side pocket. I searched the phone book for Sascha’s number. There were quite a few entries. Then I finally found his and called him. It seemed to take forever for him to answer. He sounded a little out of breath.
“Are you done?”
“I haven’t even started. It looks completely different from what you showed me. Rebecca doesn’t have a cable channel, she has plastered boxes!”
I heard Sascha cursing quietly on the other end of the line.
“All right. Luckily, I have everything I need in my bag. I’ll guide you through it, listen.”
Working in the semi-darkness, following instructions from a cell phone, wasn’t easy, but I managed it. The keylogger between the keyboard and the PC was the quickest to install. But then I had to fiddle with the connection to the box. I was almost done when Sascha swore loudly: “Damn it, the cops!” Then he was gone.
Shocked, I stared at the cell phone. No, please don’t! Thoughts raced through my head. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
One thing at a time: first, finish this. I stripped the last cable and clamped it into the holder. Then I stuffed everything back into the box and screwed the lid on. Plugged the cable back into the socket, done. I shone my light around to see if I had overlooked anything. Then I gathered up the tools and grabbed my cell phone. Just before I opened the outside door, I turned off the red light. Luckily, I saw the patrol car in the driveway before the police noticed me. I immediately closed the door again and crouched down inside with my back against the closed door. Flashlights shone through the windows into the house. I was trapped!
Thoughts raced through my head: What would happen if they caught me? I remembered the access card to the house.
Had I perhaps triggered a silent alarm? Did I need to enter a code somewhere?
In a few moments, they could discover me if they shone their flashlights where I was. Resolutely, I tore the ski mask off my head, opened my jumpsuit, and slipped out. Then I crumpled it up and stuffed it into my backpack, which I placed behind the door. I also took off my shoes and placed them so that they would not be visible when the door was opened.
I waited until the lights shone in through the windows at the back and scurried to the stairs. I ran up them and went into one of the bedrooms. I looked for a T-shirt in a closet. The whole time, I used the red light from my headlamp, which I shielded with my hand so I could see anything at all. Luckily, I found what I was looking for. Now I turned off the light completely, slipped into the T-shirt, and went to the window. When I saw one of the police officers, I opened it and called out.
“Hello, what are you doing?”
He immediately shone his light on me.
“Good evening, police officer, good evening...”
Huh? Excuse me?
He spoke in the broadest Swabian dialect, and I had to get my internal translation program up and running first.
“Everything okay with you?” was probably his second sentence, translated.
The conversation wasn’t going to be easy for me. Hopefully he understood me. But if necessary, I also spoke Russian, English, and French.
I acted confused and sleepy: “Yes, why not? What are you doing here?”
“Are you the owner of the property?” The counter-question came in regionally tinged High German, at least.
A tricky question. If he knew Rebecca, I was done for if I answered yes now. Anything else would lead to more questions. I cursed inwardly.
“No, a friend. Rebecca is spending the night in her apartment near her office! Now please tell me what’s going on here!”
“May we come in?”
“Wait a moment, I’ll open the door for you, then we can talk!”