You're not gonna play his filthy games (hard )

You try playing it tough. What you have just seen freezes your blood in your veins. He's one of them, these Trumales who just can't be happy with what is given to them. There is still a few left, who cannot quite be excited if there is not a part of predation in sex, who need it to be taken as much as given. They always end up finding ways to get what they want, of course. But you're not getting there, no sir, not today. "I know what I've seen!" you shout, in as confident a voice as you can, "I'll tell everything I've seen here, and you'll not get away with it!" He chuckles, as he turns his back on you and activates a switch. "Will you now?" You take more confidence. "I will, and you know you'll end up in trouble for what is going on here!" He laughs again, softly, and approaches you. His hand, which you would have so much liked to touch earlier, is dangerously close to you. He walks back, sitting on a chair. "Did you like what you see in my files?" he asks. "It's a nice game, isn't it? Why don't you take a second look?" he asks pointing at a cabinet. You open it quickly, not stopping to look at him for a second. He won't get the jump on you. "First file in the left drawer," he says, grinning.

The file is heavy. You open it and put it on the table, and freeze in shock. The first photo is you, it was taken in your garden. You are doing your yoga, on your fours, your butt perfectly arched, naked as per your habit. The shot was clearly taken with professionalism. The second is another one, taken with a see-through-walls camera, a technology you thought was reserved to policemen. It is one of the many sessions of "playing" you have during your week. With the precision used it could be used for pornographic material easily. Thinking back about it, it may have been, you think. But it is the third picture, and the ones following it, which really get you statufied. It's you. Tied up, and giving head to a stranger, clearly not enjoying yourself. The next one is you again, clearly under the influence of will suppressing nanomods, lapdancing a man. Another one of you, with your nanomod tits being shot with cum. And it goes on and on, practice after practice you never remember having done. There is too much for one night. There is too much for ten nights, hell. You turn back in shock as he points to the vents.

"The little gizmo I activated is an amazing thing, as you do not remember. It diffuses a mix of hormones and nanobots which, if you do not have the proper chip installed, will make you loose your short term memorisation. Anything that happens to you tonight will not be remembered. As it happened the... let me count... 24 first times you came to check on that door." He grins in a frightful way. You cannot believe it. And then you cannot quite remember what you are doing there, when did you come in again? You try remembering as he pulls down your dress and takes out a corset and a chastity belt from a locker. You are dizzy by the time he fits you in them and slaps your butt, telling you to keep your back straightened and arched. And you have completely lost your train of thoughts when he starts penetrating you bareback, without warning, on his desk, camera in hand, for the first of a very long list of times that night again.

The next morning, you wake up in your bed. It's a bright and sunny day. Your bedroom really is a mess and you take five minutes to find you red silk kimono to cover yourself. Your ass almost uncovered, you make your way to the kitchen and help yourself to some coffee. The garden looks dashing today, and you look forward to starting your yoga exercice, in the nude as usual, to work on your tan. You wonder if Mr Solomon will once more be on his window to ogle you. That would be swell, he does have something sexy about him, you think as you take your slender body down the aisle to you habitual training ground and drop your kimono to the ground. You start stretching, feeling a bit sore, as usual these days. Yes, it would be nice if Mr Solomon were to visit, you think, as another bright day begins.

PS : I reming you all, especially you guys: in erotica, **** can be fun. In real life it NEVER NEVER is. There is NO pretext under which you should **** yourself onto a girl, a boy, or any other gender. This is very important that everybody keeps in mind this chapter was about a fantasy and NOT the real world. There is a lot of consented sex in this story, but as you can guess now the goal was to visit different fantasies, so this one was included. But in the world out there do NOT do that. Be safe, play safe, and consent is sexy.