No-LIMIT-Rooms Johanna
Copyright© 2026 by Jepasch
Chapter 53: Dark Shadows
Thriller Sex Story: Chapter 53: Dark Shadows - 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
Completely wiped out, I made it back to my apartment. Diana had worked me over hard, but she’d been satisfied with me. We would be training like that regularly from now on. However, she’d already announced that tomorrow Mistress Jelena would be training me. I was definitely not looking forward to that.
When I opened the door, the smell of food hit my nose. Isabell was back and was cooking dinner for us.
She came toward me and we greeted each other with a kiss.
“Was it bad?” she asked.
I shook my head.
“No, just a bit painful. Diana likes electricity and the whip.”
Isabell nodded.
“I know that.”
“Tomorrow Jelena is supposed to train me.”
“Oh, damn. And with her being so pissed at us right now ... that’ll be rough!”
“Thanks for telling me exactly what I was already afraid of,” I replied sarcastically.
“Now help me out of this outfit, please. I want to shower and slip into something comfortable.”
I stopped short at Isabell’s remark.
“Us?”
“What?” Isabell didn’t understand what I meant.
“Jelena is pissed at us?” I clarified.
She suddenly looked embarrassed.
“Well, I ran into her briefly a few times these last days. During the shift change in the cellar, and also in the elevator or stairwell. She doesn’t hide her dislike of me at all. And she made disparaging remarks about you too.”
“Oh, okay. Yeah, I ran into her as well and got to lick her boots. But she didn’t mention you.”
“Jelena can only be controlled through Rebecca. And Rebecca isn’t here.”
While Isabell helped me out of the harness, I thought about it.
“What connects the two of them?”
“I don’t know anything for sure, but rumor has it Jelena owes Rebecca her life.”
That would certainly be a strong reason.
“Does Jelena have any friends in the house besides Rebecca?”
Isabell shook her head.
“Not that I know of. She’s not exactly easy to deal with. She used to be friends with Alice, but they fought.”
“Yeah, Alice hinted at that. I asked whether Jelena would be a problem if Alice appeared in my show.”
“I heard Jelena banned Alice from the Rooms. Our show will be her first since your debut!”
“How do you know that? You can hardly have picked it up in the Zirkelkeller.”
“I’ve been in the wellness area a few times. You pick up a lot there—especially when Ronja and Linda are in the whirlpool.”
I burst out laughing. “Yeah, our resident gossip queens! Nothing gets past them. They should publish a house newspaper!”
Isabell joined in.
It felt good to laugh again. We hadn’t had much reason to lately. By now I was naked and heading toward the shower.
“Hey, Bella ... does something smell burnt?”
“Oh god—the food!”
She sprinted to the oven to salvage what could still be salvaged. It would probably be slightly burnt casserole.
The food wasn’t badly burnt, just a little stuck. And it tasted delicious. When I sat down at the set table, I remembered why I hadn’t eaten earlier—yet the smell made my mouth water. The day’s physical exertion was taking its toll.
“Tell me,” I asked, chewing with my mouth half full, “how did you know I’d be here in time for dinner? I honestly assumed Diana would drive with me to the ranch.”
Isabell stared at me, baffled.
“Why would she? That’s way too far away!”
“Because I couldn’t imagine where I’d run around in my outfit in the middle of the city and pull a sulky.”
Isabell snorted.
“What?” I asked, mildly annoyed.
“The mental image: you in that outfit in the city park!”
Now I had to laugh too.
“But no,” Isabell said once we’d calmed down again. “I’ve had training in the underground garage too. Pretty much only there. Never at the ranch.”
“Why not?”
“I wasn’t fast and elegant enough for Rebecca. After a few training sessions she ended my training.”
I didn’t know what to say to that, so I changed the subject.
“Isn’t there a risk of running into passersby in the underground garage?”
“No. It’s a private parking garage for the residents and employees of the building complex. Whoever is down there knows what we are and what we do. That won’t bother them.”
Nodding, I kept eating.
“How did your show go today?”
I almost choked. Luckily my full mouth spared me an immediate answer.
“Actually pretty good,” I reported. “A solvent private customer tipped generously. Other than that, not much going on for that time of day.”
“So you’re going to go online again daily over the next few weeks?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I’d like to go back in front of the camera with you again.”
“Oh—gladly. When do you have time for that?”
“Next week I’m on early shift. I could join you from 2 p.m.”
“Hmm, sounds good. Let’s do that.”
It would only be three hours, but experience said those could get very intense with Isabell.
For dessert, Isabell had made fruit salad, and we dug in. I pushed the guy from Moscow out of my mind again. No—there was no way they’d found me.
The next day began like the previous one: breakfast together and my training. Only the “dessert” after breakfast, we skipped.
With a queasy feeling in my stomach, I sat down in front of the cam afterward. Moskau93 wasn’t logged in, though. All day I watched the chat visitors tensely, but he didn’t appear. He hadn’t subscribed to me either.
Slowly I calmed down again, but my fear remained. Of course, he could also be in the chat anonymously without logging in. There were hundreds of those every day. They watched without giving anything—your usual freeloaders. My site had a time limit for guests who weren’t logged in: they could only watch my show for three minutes, then they were prompted to log in. But plenty of them took screenshots or recordings in those three minutes, logged in again anonymously, and repeated it until they had enough material to jerk off for free. There was hardly anything you could do about that. I told myself they were probably poor men who simply didn’t have money and wrote it off as social service. But without that option, you also wouldn’t attract new paying customers.
Wasn’t it Henry Ford who said, “I know half my advertising is wasted, I just don’t know which half”? The dilemma still exists today. Financially, the day wasn’t as productive as yesterday. Unfortunately I couldn’t sell a private show.
With some relief I ended my show on time and freshened up. Isabell wanted to cook again, so I skipped grabbing a snack, only drank a smoothie, and then went down to the underground garage.
This time I arrived before my Mistress did. Jelena took her time, so I prepared as far as I could. I pulled the sulky forward and put the bridle on myself.
“What do you think you’re doing, you bitch?”
Startled, I spun around. I hadn’t heard Jelena approach.
Immediately I received a vicious strike from the riding crop across my thigh that made me cry out.
“What is it? On your knees and greet me properly!”
Obediently I sank to my knees and lowered my head.
“How are you going to greet your Mistress properly with that bridle in your mouth? You’re really too stupid!”
Oh—damn. She was right, of course. Frantically I fumbled with the clasp to take the bridle off again.
“Leave it in now. Your tongue’s useless anyway, and you have nothing to say. Up you get and turn around. Diana said you can do reverse prayer. Arms behind your back, hands up together!”
I did as ordered. Roughly, Jelena tied my wrists and elbows together. I hoped she knew what she was doing. With a binding like that, it’s easy to cause restricted blood flow—numbness and, in the worst case, blood clots or even nerve damage, which can lead to loss of limbs. But she seemed to know her craft. The bindings were tight, but not cutting in. Uncomfortable anyway—though that was the whole point of this technique. Honestly, I hadn’t expected anything else.
Jelena didn’t seem to think much of electrical clamps; she used mechanical ones. With a smug expression, she wrapped extra rubber bands around the clover clamps, making them bite even harder. And they really hurt. Sharp pain shot out from my nipples and went right through me. Holy hell. And for an hour? In no time I was hitched to the sulky. The moment I felt Jelena sit down on the seat, I already got a strike from the riding crop on my ass.
“Move, you lazy German piece of shit! Run like you’ve never run before!”
And I ran. Jelena was impossible to satisfy. I kept feeling the whip, she yanked on the reins connected to the nipple clamps, and steered me here and there. Diana had more or less kept me running in circles, only chasing me once through all three levels of the garage. But Jelena enjoyed driving me up and down the steep ramps. It wasn’t safe. My pony boots weren’t meant to grip smooth concrete. Going downhill, I had to be extremely careful. Uphill it was less dangerous, but once I lost momentum it was hard to pull the sulky back up. And of course Jelena enjoyed making me stop right on the inclines—so she could use the whip at length to “encourage” me.
After what felt like an eternity, she let me stop, got off, and came to the front. I was panting, breathing hard—this wasn’t steady running, it was constant sprints. Under the harness, sweat was streaming.
With a malicious look, she grabbed the clamps on my nipples.
“I know you’re into pain. Then let me do you the favor!”
With that, she twisted the clamps 180 degrees, then pulled them off more than she opened them carefully. My scream echoed through the whole garage, with a creepy echo at the end.
“Oh—nice and cold! Then I need to stimulate circulation a bit more!”
She leaned in, took my right nipple between her teeth, and chewed on it like it was gum. Then she sucked hard, played with her tongue, and bit again. I barely managed to suppress more screams, but I couldn’t stop a moan.
“Knew you liked it, you bitch. Now it’s your other tit’s turn.”
She did the same to my left nipple. It took everything not to lash out backward and try to flee. After what felt like endless minutes, she stopped.
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