No-LIMIT-Rooms Johanna
Copyright© 2026 by Jepasch
Chapter 46: Exposed
Thriller Sex Story: Chapter 46: Exposed - 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
“Since when?” My voice sounded strangely flat, even to my own ears.
Rebecca shrugged.
“The last puzzle pieces fell into place yesterday, thanks to you and Isabell. I remembered. In hospital you can’t do much except think. And it took a few phone calls, too.”
Isabell had been right. We should have run when we still had the chance.
“So what happens to us now, I mean Isabell and me?”
“That depends entirely on you. Either you work for me and our existing arrangement stays exactly as it is, or you’re out and Isabell stays with me. Then the driver will take you back, and you can collect your handbag at reception. You leave us the way you came. With nothing.”
“You would just let me go?” The disbelief was audible in my voice.
Rebecca’s gaze turned icy.
“Yes. Since you only have one goal, we can assume you wouldn’t cause us any more trouble. But I don’t think you’ll walk away. For exactly the same reason.”
“And what if Holger really is intelligence?”
“Call them. Call the Russian embassy and ask to speak to your handler. Did he ever let you call the embassy? Or give you his direct number there?”
Hesitantly I pulled my smartphone from my bag and googled the number for the Russian embassy. Then I called.
A voice answered in Russian, and I replied in Russian as well.
“Good afternoon. My name is Johanna Blauert. One of your staff introduced himself to me, but unfortunately I don’t have his extension. Could you connect me? His name is Piotr Babich.”
There was a short pause on the other end, then a question.
“Piotr Babich?”
“Yes. Exactly.”
“One moment. I’ll put you through.”
Rebecca hadn’t been listening, since I hadn’t put it on speaker.
“They’re putting me through.”
She didn’t look concerned.
“Good afternoon, Ms, uh, Blauert? My name is Shukin. What can I do for you?”
“Oh, my apologies, but I wanted to speak to someone else who works there. Piotr Babich.”
Another moment of silence, then a friendly refusal.
“I’m sorry, but we don’t have anyone by that name here.”
“He also goes by Holger Schmidt.” My voice was starting to sound desperate.
Again a moment of silence. In the background I heard a keyboard clatter.
“No, I’m sorry, but we don’t have any employee listed under that name either. Could you tell me where you got these names? Or in what context you were told he worked here?”
“Listen. Either someone is messing with me, or he works for you. If he works for you, he should call me back. Immediately. If not, then I fell for a bad joke. In that case, I apologize for disturbing you.”
The voice on the other end stayed polite.
“Then it appears someone has played a bad joke on you. Have a nice day.”
He hung up.
“And?” Rebecca’s eyes flashed with triumph. “Was I right?”
“He could still be intelligence. He might not be reachable that way.” Even to me, the excuse sounded weak.
“Fine. He has about ten minutes to call back. Then we’ll be at my place.”
“And then what? I mean, if he doesn’t call?”
“Then I want your decision. Not that the call would change anything, but you should see for yourself how you were deceived.”
My phone stayed silent until the end of the ride, just like Rebecca and me.
The vehicle stopped and tore me out of my thoughts.
“Well? What’s your decision?”
“You almost killed me on the first day. I saw a recording of my interrogation.”
The outer door opened and the chauffeur leaned in.
“Not yet, Mathias. Give us another ten minutes. Close the door,” Rebecca ordered.
When the door shut again, she looked at me, visibly surprised.
“You never fail to surprise me, Johanna. A recording? I don’t believe it.”
I nodded. “I mailed a copy to Holger.”
Rebecca thought for a moment.
“How did you get it?”
“The same way I got the other data from the AI room. I asked Hal.”
For a second she looked genuinely stunned, then she laughed.
“That easy? And can you show me the recordings?”
I shook my head.
“I filmed the scene. Shortly after that, the data suddenly got deleted. At first I suspected you, or Diana, that you did it to cover your tracks. But then I assumed you would never have allowed such a recording. It was someone else.”
After a moment she nodded thoughtfully. “You’re right. I wouldn’t have. You don’t have a copy anymore?”
I did. But was I going to hand it over?
“No. I don’t have it with me. I filmed it, I didn’t copy it directly.”
“Then I’d like to see it.”
“Understandable. Just like I’d like to see my sister. Holger may not be intelligence, but you’re just as ruthless. I could have died, or ended up in a coma.”
Rebecca leaned back in her seat. Only now did I notice her hand trembling again.
“Would it change anything if I told you I’m genuinely sorry I did that?”
I shook my head.
She sighed. “But I am. At the time I was under a lot of stress and assumed you were acting against me. I didn’t care whether you suffered permanent damage. Only much later did it sink in what I almost did to you. More precisely, since I started remembering you again. And that’s why I also forgive you for knocking me down.”
She forgave me? Anger flared again.
“I didn’t knock you down. How would I? You fell. At that moment I was sitting on the bed, two meters away from you.”
“Oh. So it was Isabell?” Rebecca sounded genuinely surprised. “I wouldn’t have expected that from her. Why?”
“It was an accident,” I insisted. “But the knockout blow in the AI room wasn’t.”
“Johanna, we’re going in circles. If I want to spend two days alone with you in my house and I’m dependent on your help, then I need your decision now.”
“How am I supposed to believe you can lead me to my sister? You’re completely ruthless.”
“And you aren’t?” Rebecca shot back. “You likely gave Holger information about me that could endanger the Rooms and everyone who works there.”
We stared at each other.
I tried to weigh what would get me closer to my sister. Holger, Walter, or Rebecca? I still had Walter as a joker up my sleeve.
“I need some kind of proof that my sister is alive, that you know where she is, and that you know how I can get to her.”
“She has a daughter. Almost two years old. Her name is Marja.”
My tension collapsed and the tears came. Marja had been our grandmother’s name.
The vehicle door opened again.
“Well?” Rebecca’s voice was watchful. “What do you say?”
“I’m in, Mistress Rebecca.”
When I stepped out, I was surprised to see Aaron standing in front of the house with a shopping bag. I glanced at Rebecca, who had noticed.
“Did you really think I’d be alone with you in my house now? Besides, I need help getting up the stairs. Aaron can do that better than you.”
I felt betrayed. She wanted me to trust her, but had none for me?
Aaron came to the vehicle and greeted us politely. Then he helped Rebecca out. After that, he and Mathias lifted the wheelchair out of the vehicle.
It was only a few steps to the front door, so Rebecca didn’t bother sitting back down in the wheelchair. With a cane and Aaron’s support, she made her way to the entrance.
I stood by the vehicle for a moment, uncertain, my bags in hand. Was I really going to work with Rebecca? Could I actually trust her?
Rebecca had noticed. She turned back toward me.
“Are you coming, Johanna? You can open the door for us.”
I gripped both my bags and clomped over to her in my pony boots. Without a word, I pressed the shopping bag into Aaron’s free hand and took the keycard from Rebecca. As I did, I caught her watchful look.
Was she afraid of me? Why? She had a security man at her side, and I was alone.
I went ahead and opened the door. Then I stepped inside and held it until both of them had entered. Behind them I closed it again and was about to hand Rebecca the keycard, but she shook her head.
“Put it there on the shelf by the door. I don’t need it. Without help I can hardly get out of the house.”
Aaron helped Rebecca into an armchair.
“So. Here we are. Will you cook us lunch, Johanna?”
“Yes, gladly, Mistress. Do you have a specific request?”
“Check what we have and just surprise me.”
I did as ordered, grabbed the shopping bag, and went into the kitchen. The food in the fridge all seemed fine, only the salad was wilted. In the shopping bag there was fresh salad, peppers, beef and poultry, plus fruit, milk, and cream.
So I decided on a rice pan with peppers and chicken, plus a salad.
From the living room I could hear the quiet conversation between Aaron and Rebecca, who were probably talking about me. I couldn’t make out the words, partly because my kitchen noise covered it.
About forty minutes later, I served the food.
Aaron had helped Rebecca to the dining table and set it. Now he helped me serve.
We ate in silence.
“Very good, Johanna,” Rebecca praised me afterward. “Now let Aaron clear up, and we’ll talk some more. Aaron, help me back into the armchair.”
Without a word, Aaron helped her, then started clearing and washing up. He was apparently meant to leave us alone, but stay within calling distance.
I sat down in the armchair opposite her.
“Right. Let’s get to the real conversation. I need to know what you’ve already told him, let’s call him Holger for simplicity.”
Haltingly, I began to report what I had passed on to him, without explaining exactly how I had done it. Rebecca listened closely, without interrupting. In the end she nodded, satisfied.
“So so far you haven’t done any damage, it seems. I was afraid you’d found some kind of access credentials and enabled him to reach our server.”
I looked at her, embarrassed.
“I did that too.”
She stared at me, horrified.
“What?”
“Here in the house. The computer is bugged, and the router automatically transmits everything entered here to him.”
Rebecca went pale.
“Since when?”
“Since your accident.”
She visibly relaxed.
“Good. That access hasn’t been used since then. Now I’m curious, though. How did you do it?”
“Holger obviously knows your private address. The night after the accident he had me brought here, and with your keycard I got inside and made the changes.”
“Was that your plan? Is that why you knocked me down?” Her voice turned sharp.
“No. Of course not. That happened spontaneously, because of the accident. I didn’t knock you down.”
“Johanna, I can tell you with absolute certainty that my head wound cannot have been caused by a fall. If it wasn’t you, then it can only have been Isabell.”
“It was an accident,” I insisted. “It all happened so fast.”
“Why?”
I hesitated, then decided to take the initiative again.
“Mistress, it was an accident, whatever you may believe. Neither Isabell nor I wanted to hurt you, even though we were both furious with you.”
She seemed surprised. “Furious with me?”
“Of course. I told Isabell that on the first day you drugged me, interrogated me, and knocked me out. And then you even confirmed it and wanted to blame me for it.”
She seemed unimpressed by my accusations.
“So Isabell is fully involved.”
I stopped, confused.
“No. She only learned everything about me on the day of your accident. I confessed everything to her. But you’re the one who blackmails people and turned Isabell into a monster.”
“Monster? How did I turn Isabell into a monster?”
“You isolated her, exploited her, and used her as a spy. Everyone in the house is afraid of her or hates her. And the twenty-four-seven girls ended up in the basement because of her.”
Rebecca looked genuinely taken aback. “No, they didn’t. They’re down there because of their own actions.”
“You have them in your grip and left them no choice. And what is the purpose of the basement? Who is the circle? Where do the graduates disappear to afterward, so completely?”
“Aaron, could you come here for a moment?” she suddenly called out loudly.
“What is it?” It took only seconds before he stood next to her.
I was terrified. What was she planning?
“Please do a thorough check of the property. Make sure everything is in order. Take an hour if you like.”
“Yes, ma’am.” After a brief, dark look in my direction, he went to the door, took the keycard from the shelf, and left the house.
“Aaron is trustworthy, but he doesn’t need to know everything,” Rebecca explained once he was gone. “Especially not about the circle. What you want to know is the entire reason you and I are sitting here like this in the first place. But before I forget, hand me the phone.”
I got it and gave it to her.
She leaned back and dialed. Shortly after, she seemed to have our head of IT on the line and ordered him to come over as quickly as possible.
“What exactly did you replace?” she asked me in between.
I explained, and she relayed it, then hung up. I put the phone back on its station and sat down again as she began to explain.
“The idea for the Rooms came to me about seventeen years ago. I was about as old as you are now, and I was Vladimir’s sub. He had money and connections and made my idea real.”
“Sub to a Russian oligarch?” My voice gave away my disbelief.
“Oh, Vladimir often had business in Germany. He had an apartment here, and I lived there and was available to him when he was in town. How that happened is a story for another time. May I continue?”
“Forgive me, Mistress.”
“From the beginning, I wanted to run the Rooms. But Vladimir thought I was too flighty and inexperienced. I wanted to prove him wrong. So we created the slave school. It doesn’t just train good slaves, it develops personalities. If you remember the curriculum, it’s on par with a university. Depending on the talents and prior knowledge a slave brings with her, she can earn very high qualifications there.”
“But it’s not an accredited university,” I interrupted again.
To my surprise, she smiled.
“It is. It’s registered as a Russian school of society and business in Germany.”
I had never heard of anything like that.
“But no one down there knows that, not even Isabell.”
“No. Not everyone knows the details. Isabell wasn’t interested, and honestly, she didn’t achieve a particularly high qualification.”
“She’s not stupid.”
“No, I didn’t say that. She’s carefree, sometimes childlike, and occasionally she needs guidance. But then she’s reliable and does good work. She will never be management, though.”
“I still don’t understand. Why lock the women down there through blackmail? They would come voluntarily if they knew what opportunities there are afterward.”
“Everyone who ends up down there has found a sponsor. Those are the members of the circle. Some of them are also the supervisory board of the Rooms, which I answer to. Of course I cannot and will not give you names, even though you can probably guess that Vladimir is among them.”
I nodded.
“Not every girl who screws up gets a chance down there. She has to have potential, a strong character, and she has to win a sponsor. And every successful graduate receives a job offer from her sponsor at the end. As a personal slave, as an employee, or whatever. On one condition. There is no going back to the Rooms, except into leadership.”
“Like you.”
“Yes. Vladimir made my life hell for six years. Humiliated and tormented me in every possible way, but I endured it. And at the end he appointed me CEO of the Rooms.”
“Just like that?”
Rebecca smiled. “A Russian never gives anything just like that. I was the best qualified, plain and simple. Besides, by then I knew far too much about him. Yes, I also applied pressure.”
I stared at her. “You blackmailed Morosow?”
“No. I merely reminded him of the agreement we had.”
Everything began to spin in my head. Morosow, Holger, Nadine, Rebecca, and the circle. I still didn’t see the full connection.
Rebecca seemed to notice.
“Still no idea how it all fits together?”
I shook my head.
“Vladimir wants me out. He wants control of the Rooms back. He’s looking for leverage against me. That’s why he hired Holger. He’s meant to find access quietly and expose my weak points.”
“Doesn’t he have enough influence on the supervisory board to accomplish that without all this?”
“No. I have more influence there than he does. I own the largest share of the Rooms now, and that’s become a thorn in his side.”
“Why doesn’t he simply use someone who’s already in the house?”
Rebecca laughed. “As if he hasn’t tried that several times. Diana and Jelena rejected him. And his last attempt to destroy me was Edward. I can imagine he’s furious with you right now that you ruined his plan.”
“Why me of all people?”
“You still can’t see it, can you? You refuse to accept it.”
“Accept what?”
“That you’re only in the Rooms because of Nadine.”
“What?”
“Nadine is Vladimir’s lover right now.”
“That’s nonsense.”
“I knew for a while that he had a new German lover named Nadia. He didn’t exactly keep it secret. And she resembles you.” Rebecca studied me. “She has the exact same mole on the right side of her forehead as you do. I should have noticed far earlier. To my shame, it only clicked yesterday.”
If I had demanded another piece of proof that Nadine was alive and well, this would have been it. Now I was completely speechless.
“I assume you got dragged into this because of her. Though I probably would have contacted you anyway. Now it’s your turn to tell me how Holger recruited you. So far, these were only my assumptions. So please, for a change, be honest with me.”
With a sigh, I looked at her.
“My real name is Laura Zamora. After my testimony against the mafia, I went underground and took my current name. But the mafia found Nadine and kidnapped her when she thought she was safe. I followed the trail of her kidnappers all the way to Russia to find her. Unfortunately, it was pointless. But in the process I got deeply in debt to a loan shark. When I finally gave up the search, I had to find a way to earn the money back. That’s why I didn’t just work as a cam girl, I also performed shows at various BDSM clubs. Until the incident at Club Hydra.”
47. Club Hydra
“Dom Markus is out, Johanna. But I’ve found a replacement rigger. The show is still happening!”
Luca Dillmann told me about two hours before the show. He was the manager of BDSM Club Hydra, where I’d done a show with Markus Trost back in February. I’d known Markus for about half a year and had already performed with him several times. Now he’d suddenly come down with the flu.
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