No-LIMIT-Rooms 05 English

I woke up from my nightmare with a terrible fright and my heart pounding. Had I screamed? I listened into the darkness. Nothing!

When was the last time I had a nightmare? When I was 14, when my parents died? No, I had had strange dreams then, but not nightmares. That had to be even longer ago. My palpitations calmed down again. With difficulty, I sought a comfortable position to continue sleeping. At least overnight they could have taken all this crap from me. What did they think, that I would get it myself here every night?

I was wide awake. How long had I been asleep? Three, four hours? What time was it anyway? If the computer was off, I didn't have a time display in here. Should I turn it on? Was it forbidden to sit at the computer during the night's rest? In my mind I went through the numerous rules. No, there was nothing corresponding. But it was forbidden to use the toilet at night without a medical reason. Well, flushing the toilet was quite loud and could disturb the others. In general, the toilets in the cell wing were not to be used, which made sense because of the smell.

Quietly, I got up and sat down in front of my monitor. I shivered. Was it cooler here at night? I half stood up, fished for my blanket, hung it around my shoulders, then sat down again.

The light from the monitor seemed downright glaring in this leg-ash darkness. It illuminated my entire cell. 4:21. Great. Should I lie down again for the 99 minutes? No, at the moment I couldn't fall asleep. And if I did, I would be completely overtired when the light came on and we had to get up. So I started to study.

I was so engrossed in my lessons that I was a bit startled by the sudden light coming on. Immediately I heard the sounds of my slave sisters from the other cells and how the doors were unlocked. I looked over at Isabell, who was sleepily looking over at me from her cot.

"Good morning, my darling!", I called over to her.

"Hm, morning!" she grumbled back. A typical morning person.

"Come on, up!", I heard Fours's unmistakable accent. "Up, what are you waiting for, breakfast in bed? A new, glorious day down here as a slave! Every meal is a feast, every praise from our masters fills us with joy! We love it!"

'Hooray!' I added in my mind and stood up.

My bed was quickly made, then I stepped out of my cell at the same time as Isabell. We hugged and squeezed for a moment before joining the others who were already on their way to the washroom. What followed was our morning routine.

For morning exercise, Isabell helped me into my pony boots so I could get on the treadmill. I had that for it now exclusively, but none grumbled. However, I would have also gladly waived this right, because the boots pressed me still. From the chastity belt to silence, which visibly provided for sore rubbed places.

Isabell advised me how to set my feet and walk best.

"I know it hurts at first. But after a while, you'll be fine with the boots. And if I may say so, you look fantastic in them. Scrumptious!"

"I didn't know you bit horses!", I replied, a little out of breath. "Should I be worried?"

"Oh, you know: demons eat everything. But preferably the soft parts!"

"All right, and best of all, when it's nice and moist and juicy there, too?"

"Of course! First of all, there is extensive sucking and licking, sucking and nibbling."

"Jeez, give it a rest!" complained Twelve. "It's unbearable with you. Are we supposed to put up with this for a year?"

"Jealous?" Isabell looked sharply over at her.

"No, it's okay, Five!" replied Twelve a little more meekly.

Was I mistaken, or had the perceived temperature just dropped significantly? I looked around the room and saw everyone more or less looking away. Only Four looked angry, but held back. I hated it when I didn't understand something.

But slowly I had the feeling that as soon as Isabell was present, the others were more silent and paid even more attention to what they said. My little demoness was probably also not so completely without. When had she been an instructor down here?

Unfortunately, that was one of the questions that was not allowed to be asked here. It was kind of strange. People were actually allowed to talk to each other very casually, but nothing personal from their lives was allowed to be mentioned or asked beforehand. Past was taboo. Even the last week down here, unless it was about lessons learned or work. There was no talk about outside, nor about the stakes in the Rooms. Very confusing the whole thing.

"Kneel a little higher!", Isabell instructed me. "Don't get tired!"

"Oh you know, I could do a lot better if I saw someone else walk with them. Why don't you put on boots like that and walk in front of me on the tape?"

"So you can kick my butt when I criticize something?" Isabell laughed.

Damn, she had seen through me. I stuck my tongue out at her.

"I see you still have energy reserves, then give it a go!" Isabell turned the setting and increased the belt speed.

Yes, she had a sadistic streak, for sure.

The training had exhausted me, and I was glad when I was allowed to take off my boots afterwards. But what really surprised me was that I hadn't run into any blisters. Of course, I was running with stockings in the boots. When I dropped a corresponding remark, Isabell grinned over her whole face.

"Fantastic, was not it? It's not just the fit of the boots, but especially the stockings. Look!"

She took one of the stockings in her hand and put the other one inside.

"They're thin merino wool and double layered, like you have two stockings on top of each other."

"Are these made especially for us?", I wondered.

"No, they're from the outdoor sector. They're worn for hiking and jogging."

"Hmm, I think I might become a wool fetishist!"

"Not here in the house, I guess you'll have to stick with latex!" she laughed.

"Speaking of latex, when do I get that something to wear?"

"Why, you're wearing something?"

"Very funny!"

"No, seriously, these are your clothes down here!"

Confused, I stared at her. "What now?"

"Look in the computer. That's where your training schedule is. CB and PT is scheduled for you for the next few months."

I thought about it for a moment. "Chastity belt and ponygirl-training?"

"Yep!"

"Somehow I must have missed that. How do you know what's in my training plan?"

Isabell suddenly looked embarrassed. Cautiously, she looked to the left and right to see if any of the others were listening in. Then she leaned past me to take her toiletry bag from the shelf behind me. She came very close to my ear with her lips.

"I still have extended access rights to the computer! They forgot to cancel them for me!"

I sat there transfixed. Could this be? What could she see or change?

Isabell went into the shower.

I noticed for the first time how loud it was here in the room. Water was rushing, people were splashing around, and the toilet flushes were also very loud due to the pressure flushers used. Even if there was eavesdropping here, it was probably unlikely that whispered words would be understood.

Twenty was getting ready next to me.

"Hi Twenty!", I greeted her, "You alright?"

"Recovered, like after a night in the woods!" she grinned back wryly. "And yourself?"

"Locked and barricaded. So nothing can get in my way!"

She laughed. "Uncomfortable?"

"You bet!"

"Shall we swap: I get this, and you sleep in the bunker for me for the next few nights?"

"I have to go to the AI room today, so that would be part of it!"

Her grin disappeared abruptly and she grabbed her shower gel to disappear into the shower. I grabbed her hand and held it back.

"I'm going to find out what went wrong with you!"

She snapped out of it. "The software went wrong, that's what happened. I have to get ready!"

While she disappeared into the shower, I looked at her tattooed body, which I now saw completely naked for the first time. On her thigh I saw a transparent, waterproof plaster, which covered an ugly, about five centimeters long seam. In addition, her whole body was covered with the marks of the beatings and tortures she had suffered.

Isabell stepped out of the shower. "So, free, hurry up with the shower!"

While she reached for the towel and I pushed past her, I murmured in her ear.

"You're about to give me access to the recordings of the AI room. I need to know what happened to Twenty and what, in the worst case, awaits me tonight!"

Without looking at her, or waiting for a response, I went to take a shower.

Only then did I turn around and look at Isabell. She looked completely uncomprehending. I pointed to Twenty next to me. And suddenly Isabell's eyes widened in horror and understanding. She nodded.

I was alone with Twenty in the cell wing. Since we were both new down here, we still had a lot of theory to learn. Because Isabell didn't have to pass any more exams, she didn't need to learn any more, but had been assigned other tasks right away. After showering and getting dressed, we separated from each other, I went to the cell wing, she to cleaning tasks in the common room.

"Give me two hours, then you should have the clearance," she had whispered to me beforehand.

"But also for the data of Johanna Blauert in July. That is important!", I added.

That was now about two hours ago. I had successfully completed my last lesson with the obligatory test, and now sat around for a moment undecided about what I should do now.

After a quick glance at the headset, I decided against it. Anything I said to Hal would also be overheard. And they could get suspicious. So I typed on the keyboard and opened the access to Hal with the mouse.

"Good day Kumiho!", Hal greeted me immediately in the chat window.

"Good afternoon, Hal! Show me the records of 08/26/2019 from Johanna Blauert!"

"The records of 08/26/2019 by Johanna Blauert are embargoed. Reproduction is not possible for me!!!"

I cursed silently to myself. 'Take a deep breath,' I called myself to order.

"Hal, do I have the authority to look at all the footage of me?"

"Kumiho has the authority to view all records of himself."

Hmm, let's see how intelligent the AI actually was.

"Hal, can you do image analysis and face recognition?"

"I have implemented facial recognition software. I can identify any person with 99.998 percent probability if they are in my database."

"Please compare the records Kumiho and Johanna Blauert."

"I'm comparing!"

The cursor blinked. How long would I have to wait. Or had he already compared?

"Are Kumiho and Johanna Blauert the same?"

"Kumiho and Johanna Blauert are the same person!"

"Hal, I'm Kumiho!"

"Yes, you are Kumiho!"

"Hal, but I'm also Johanna Blauert!"

"I don't understand the input!"

"Hal, are you aware that people can have different names even though they are the same person?"

"Yes, I am aware that people can have different names. Is your different name Johanna Blauert?"

I couldn't help but grin. "Yes, Hal. I'm Kumiho and I'm Johanna Blauert."

"Very pleased to meet you, Kumiho and Johanna Blauert."

"Hal, show me the footage from Aug. 26, 2019 of Johanna Blauert!"

"You do not have permission to view the Johanna Blauert file!"

I almost hit my head against the monitor, but just managed to control myself. Hal was more obtuse than my camgirl chat customers. Well, somewhat at least.

"Hal, I want to watch the record of me, MY record of 08/26/2019. Start video identification!"

"Start face recognition! Optical match detected. Open file from 08/26/2019!"

I saw myself, on my screen, hanging tied up in the rack of the AI room. Rebecca was standing in front of me, asking the questions. Behind me stood Q and the Dalek, whose maintenance hatch was open.

"So, let's get started. Johanna, do you work for the tax office?"

"Who is Johanna?", I saw myself answer, giggling.

"You! You're Johanna. Do you work for the tax investigation?"

It gave me the impression of having been drunk.

No, no tax!"

"Do you work for a German government agency?"

Involuntarily, I held my breath. Damn, what was Rebecca doing there? Had they given me a truth drug?

"No!" was the somewhat sluggish reply. "Not a German authority! My name is Bond, James Bond!" The bound Johanna giggled.

When the video started, I quickly put on the headset and sat down so that the screen in front of me could not be seen by the camera in my back.

"Q, damn it, the drug isn't working!" Rebecca was angry.

"I'm a technician, not a doctor. Ask the doc!"

"He'd never go along with it, you know that!"

Rebecca caught herself again and looked at me.

"Are you a masochist, do you love pain?"

Tied up me tilted my head and replied with a giggle, "Yes, I love pain!"

"When did you first realize that?"

"When I slid down a banister and burned my mumu."

Mumu? I had last heard the term from my mother. I don't remember anything like that, do I? Very dimly there was a memory. I thought the Indian games were my earliest memories of SM?

"Are you into women, are you a lesbian?"

Johanna on the monitor looked at Rebecca. "I am the spy who loved you! Come, let me kiss you! Can I lick you too?"

Rebecca stepped closer to her, or rather to me.

"Do you like to lick?"

"I love it!"

"Do you suck dick too?"

"Yep!"

"Do you love them too?"

"Not if they squirt in my mouth, they don't taste good!"

My voice became more and more sluggish, my head sank forward onto my chest, as if I were nodding off.

"Johanna? JOHANNA?"

"Hmmmm?"

"Do you like being whipped?"

"Yeaaa." It sounded like I was huffing away even as I was speaking.

Rebecca grabbed a riding crop and pulled it across my left breast with force.

Astonished, I lifted my head and looked over at Rebecca in confusion. "Ouch, that was mean, so without warning!"

"Where do your parents live?"

"In heaven!"

"When did they die?"

"Huh?"

"When did your parents die?"

"Mom and Dad died on September 1, 2007."

"Do you have any siblings?"

"I won't tell, it's my secret!" I sounded more and more like a completely drunk woman who was about to keel over.

"Do you have a secret?" Rebecca approached me and stroked my face. Then she lowered her voice. "Every woman has a secret. So do I. What's your secret? That you have siblings?"

"Yes!"

Damn. I had been doing so well until then.

"Why is that your secret?"

"Because I have to protect them!"

"Protect them? Protect who?"

"My sister!"

My voice became more slurred again, the answers dragged on. Rebecca had to ask several times. Stroked me and also pinched my nipples to elicit answers from me.

"Where does she live?"

"I don't know."

"Why don't you know where your sister lives?"

"She was kidnapped."

"Kidnapped? By whom?"

"From the mafia!"

Rebecca stood in front of me for a moment, speechless. "Why was she kidnapped by the Mafia?"

I did not answer anymore. Rebecca gave me a slap on my butt and repeated the question.

"Because they didn't find me!"

"Why did they want you?"

Again, a tap and repeat of the question.

"I testified against them!"

"When and where did this happen?"

My answer was barely intelligible, so I mumbled, "2017, in Berlin!"

Rebecca nestled her pad out and tapped away on it for a while. Then she cursed.

"Q, that could be true, I guess the drug does work!"

After that, I apparently remained silent, no matter what Rebecca tried.

"Do you listen to music?"

I was terribly frightened. Twenty was standing at her cell door and looking over at me. I quickly took off my headset.

"Uh, no. I'll look at my notes in the AI room to see if there's anything that might indicate a mistake. Then I can cancel!"

This was very close to the truth and should also explain to possible viewers why I had stared spellbound at the screen for an hour.

"So, found anything?" She was wearing a jogging suit made of pink cotton, presumably to cover her wounds a bit more.

I shook my head. "No, I'm afraid not."

"I don't understand you. Why don't you refuse? They can't make us do that. Not in public like this!"

"Because I don't believe in AI error!"

She snorted in disbelief. "Why, because computers are perfect?"

"No, of course not. But everything was perfect with me. As perfect as clockwork. And if it was different with you, something must have been changed."

"Yes, the AI!"

"Wait, we can work that out." I put the headset back on and activated Hal.

"Hal, was your main AI program changed between 8/5/2019And 8/24/2019?"

"You're talking to the computer? Here?" Twenty stared at me in disbelief.

I waved it off.

"My main program has not received an update since 8/4/2019."

"Hal, your voice program, can that affect the Dalek's controls?"

"I don't understand this question!"

"Hal, is your voice program interfering with the signals to the Dalek?"

"Diagnosis in progress!"

"What is it?" Twenty became impatient.

"He's self-diagnosing!"

Twenty shook his head. "Why do I even care about that? It's your ass that's getting shredded tonight. Do what you want, I'm out!"

She turned around and disappeared from my sight again.

"Diagnosis completed. No malfunction detected!"

"Hal, the Dalek did malfunction on the 24th!"

"I didn't detect any malfunction!" The soft, emotionless voice combined with the answer sent a shiver down my spine.

"Hal, a human was injured by the Dalek on 8/24!"

"The violation was detected during manual mode. No malfunction!"

I sucked in the air.

"Hal, what does that mean, manual mode?"

"Manual mode means I didn't have access to the Dalek and it was manually controlled!"

"Hal, who piloted the Dalek on 8/24?"

"The record of who had access to control the Dalek has been erased!"

35 Breakdown

Isabell showed up. "Hey, study hounds, you're going to miss lunch if you don't get here soon!"

Damn, so late already. And I hadn't been able to see everything yet. And I still had other work to do in the afternoon. Slowly it boiled up in me what I had just seen. Why was I suddenly so agitated? Normally I could control my feelings quite well, why not this time?

Then it dawned on me: I had been raped!

"Did you find out anything?" whispered Isabell softly as she stood next to me at the cell door.

I nodded. "Yes, I'll be there for dinner, don't rush!" My tone sounded very curt, even for me.

Twenty appeared, together we went to the dining room.

"So, anything else figured out?" she approached me at the door.

"Not here, not now," I replied in a lowered voice. "But there's been a mess!"

Isabell looked between us in amazement. She looked at me questioningly.

I shook my head furiously. "In a minute!" I whispered.

I was seething inside. Not only had I been drugged and interrogated on my first day, but here were life-threatening problems with the technology being covered up. I was all kinds of things, but not life-threatening. I needed to talk to Rebecca.

"Say, Isa... uh, Five," I quickly improved. "If I need to speak to Rebecca urgently, how can I?"

"Mistress Rebecca! Damn it, Eighteen!", Isabell quickly cursed softly. She looked around, startled, to see if anyone else had heard my disrespectful pronunciation of a mistress's name. But Twenty was already three steps ahead and seemed to have heard nothing. No one else had been within earshot.

Rebecca could push the title mistress where the sun never shone. From now on she was no longer that for me! They should throw me out, go ahead, sic all the lawyers on me, make me untrustworthy, go ahead. First they would have to know who I really was...

Damn. What if they already knew?

Isabell looked worried. "What's wrong? Is it about tonight?" She misinterpreted my barely restrained anger as panic.