Message-ID: <29334asstr$984276602@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "Louis Nessus" Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 11 Mar 2001 00:06:10.0687 (UTC) FILETIME=[1410D8F0:01C0A9BF] Subject: {ASSM} New Nessus:Protection1/18 Date: Sat, 10 Mar 2001 21:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin This story is intended for the enjoyment of adults over the age of 18 or whatever the legal age is in your part of the universe. It contains fantasy scenes of graphic sexual activity. Please, if you are under the age of 18, or if you may be offended by such material, use your intelligence and read no further - delete the file. Otherwise ....enjoy! Protection Book One of a Political Saga By Nessus Chapter One My life has changed and I am no longer the person I once was. When I look in the mirror I see a different being, a different soul with altered emotional intelligence. Such is life and such is my life. How do I begin? Where do I begin? My family was steeped in old money with the genteel facade that comes with a conservative tradition and a ruthless hunger for power hidden below that veneer. My name is Harvey Garret, the youngest of five sons. Being the baby of the family, I was spoilt endlessly by my father and my brothers, especially since my mother died while giving me life and, they say, I inherited her fine features, smaller statue and graceful manner. My brothers and my father towered over me but what I lacked in height I made up for in my ruthless quest for power. While my brothers moved into professions such as law, science and the military, I focused on politics and, at twenty five years of age, I became the youngest member of parliament in the history of that fine old institution. The Prime Minister accepted me into his government after I won the by election for the seat caused by the death of a member of the Opposition. My winning was, he said, a testament to the youthful demeanour of his government. He still didn't accept me into Cabinet though and I moved into the backbenches. A few months after that, I met Jennifer at a reception at the Governors residence and my life changed. Slightly older than me, Jennifer was a stunningly beautiful redhead with an impeccable pedigree that would make her ideal for the wife of a future Prime Minister. I wooed her, married her a year later and, a short time after the marriage, betrayed her regularly with small meaningless affairs designed to provide me with information on my enemies. Women found my soft androgynous appearance to be appealing and that, mixed with the sense of political power, made a powerful aphrodisiac. Jennifer was dutiful, gracious and the perfect political wife. She even made sure she wore flat shoes so she would not loom over me. I was on track to become the youngest Prime Minister in my country's history. That changed on a cold and windy night in the nation's capital. When parliament is sitting, Jennifer joins me in my small town house in the capital to accompany me to the many social events to allow us to publicly perform as the perfect couple. The paparazzi loved us and we always gave them plenty of photo opportunities with her regal beauty and my manufactured shy smile appearing on many a magazine cover. Magazines specifically aimed at female readers dubbed me "the most beautiful and sexiest man in politics" and they constantly asked my stance on the coming, so called, "Women's Bill" which would be tabled in Parliament soon. Unfortunately, our country has a history of prejudice and discrimination against females in all ways. This legislation, tabled by a maverick independent member, was designed to give women equality in all aspects of our country's life with equal pay for equal work the most important issue. I would smile beautifully into the camera and wink, giving nothing away. Privately, I thought the idea of equality to be pure hogwash and knew no man would support it. . Jennifer was also very popular with all the magazines and was the most well known political wife in the country, even more than the Prime Minister's wife. She was also always accepting invitations to speak at women's luncheons, open flower shows and visit children's hospitals. I knew she did it all to support her husband's career. One night, I had just showered after returning from a meeting and was relaxing on the sofa in our town house when I heard a noise in the dining room. "What was that?" I asked over the noise of the television news. "What?" Jennifer asked, raising her head from her book. "A noise. Did you hear a noise?" I snapped, pulling my robe around me as I stood. Suddenly, the door to the dining room opened and a tall powerfully built women stepped calmly into the room. Jennifer gasped and my heart started to pound as we both stared at the evil looking gun in her leather-gloved hand. She was dressed entirely in black, dark glasses hiding her eyes and her hair was dark and cut into a spiky style. A small leather pouch was slung over her shoulder. "Who are you?" I squeaked and she smiled down at me, tapping my forehead lightly with the barrel of the weapon. "It's not important but I'm Chorister Wolf. Sit, little man," she said calmly and I felt myself pushed back onto the sofa. I wrapped the robe around me again and attempted to regain my dignity as well as my voice. "What do you want?" I squeaked again, my heart pounding as I stared at that unwavering gun barrel. She ignored me and smiled at my wife. "Keep out of this," she said calmly. "This does not concern you." Jennifer nodded dumbly and sat wide-eyed and staring as the woman turned back to me. "I'm from the PFPP," she announced. My mouth opened to ask the obvious question but she silenced me with a small gesture with the gun. "Don't concern yourself with irrelevant knowledge. Needless to say the PFPP is a powerful global extreme feminist group committed to changing the lot of women throughout the world. Now," she smiled as she aimed the weapon directly at my chest. "Tell me how you intend to vote for the Female Equality Legislation." I gulped. "I totally support it," I lied and Jennifer looked at me strangely. "Bullshit," the intruder said. "How dare you!" I spluttered in fake indignation. A movement of the gun barrel silenced me. "Don't bother to lie Harvey. I have confirmation of your comments to several ministers as well as other backbenchers. I suggest you don't waste my time." I stared at the small twin reflection of me on her black glasses and my stomach churned. "Are you going to assassinate me?" I squeaked. She smiled and glanced at Jennifer who was watching the scene impassively. "How melodramatic. No," she laughed. "Not yet but you will vote for the legislation. "Of course," I lied quickly, knowing that voting for the bill would put my political aspirations in limbo for years. She quickly stepped forward and slapped me hard across the face, forcing me back against the sofa, my head reeling with the force of the blow. "Don't waste my time," she repeated coldly, the gun inches from my eyes. I blinked to clear my head and saw drops of blood fall from my face to the robe. My mouth was bleeding and I dabbed at it tentatively. My wife had a strange look in her eyes as she watched. "You will vote the right way, Garret," Chorister said coldly. "You might not think so now but you will. Her voice chilled me and as I struggled to sit up, I noticed my robe was gaping and my cock was showing. Blushing, I moved to close the robe when her voice stopped me. "Don't bother. In fact, open it all the way." Shocked, I looked at her and the pistol pointed at my cock as it lolled lazily across my belly. "Here," she said, tossing the small bag to Jennifer. "Open it." Jennifer did so and removed a small tube made of a clear substance. Jennifer examined it and, puzzled, looked at Chorister. "Don't worry, Mrs Garret," she said soothingly. "Sit next to your husband and thread his penis through the tube." I started in shock. "What do you think..." "Shut up," Chorister said icily. "Or I might change my mind and simply shoot you in the balls." My face paled at that and Jennifer gingerly threaded my cock through the tube. I watched as my heart pounded and saw a strange glint in my wife's eyes as she pulled my cock through it. It had been a while since she had even seen my cock. "The circle goes under his balls and then you lock it at the bottom," Chorister instructed softly. "That's right," she said as the device clicked. "Perfect." Jennifer looked down at my cock encased in the strange device and, again, I thought I saw a faint glimmer of a smile pass across her lips. "What is the meaning of this?" I croaked and Chorister laughed softly. "Control, Harvey. I now control your cock. That chastity tube is made from new industrial strength perspex and I have the only key. No metal so you'll be able to get through the security scanners at Parliament. Unfortunately, you won't be able to get an erection and you'll have to sit to pee. No big deal," she added as she smiled. "I know you're thinking you can cut it off but that will require a laser saw and I'm guessing you don't want a laser next to your little treasure." I thought I heard a small giggle from Jennifer and I darted a look at her but she was staring out the window, her face hidden. "Of course, you could go public about this and ask for help. I'm sure the media will publicise your problem." "What is it you want?" I asked sullenly, my heart sinking with the realisation I was trapped. "Your vote," she said briskly. `Vote the right way on the Female Equality Legislation and I might take it off. Of course," she added airily, "I might decide to shoot you. You have absolutely no choice in this," she snapped and the gun disappeared in her coat. "I'll be in touch, Harvey," she said smiling coldly. "Goodbye, Mrs Garret," she said more warmly as she vanished through the door. Jennifer followed her after a moment and returned quickly. "She's gone," she said, leaning against the doorframe with her arms folded. Her eyes travelled to my cock encased in the strange device and a smile appeared. "Well, well, well," she said softly. End: Chapter One: (Nessus29@hotmail.com) Author's Note: Thanks for reading. This is my most ambitious work to date and it has a strange plot, unfolding as I work and I'm interested to see if it all fits together at the end. I'm clear about the first book and there are ideas for a second. Time will tell. As always, interested in your comments (nessus29@hotmail.com) and all other Nessus stories are archived at www.asstr-mirror.org By the way, the title is from the Massive Attack song "Protection". It will all fit together at the end if you listen to the song. . _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+