Message-ID: <29335asstr$984276604@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: 10 Mar 2001 20:38:51.0695 (UTC) FILETIME=[1DD94BF0:01C0A9A2] Subject: {ASSM} New Nessus:Protection6/18 Date: Sat, 10 Mar 2001 21:10:04 -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: dennyw, RuiJorge 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 Six The next few days were a nightmare with constant hounding by the press and made a complete outcast by my former colleagues. Sylvia even ignored me when we passed each other in the corridors of the House. Jennifer was revelling in her new found power over me and enjoyed telling me to get my `new big cock' when she was feeling aroused which seemed to be an awful lot lately. Using the fake cock was the most humiliating experience because my own cock locked in its chastity tube slid inside it and even though it was sliding in and out of her pussy, I felt nothing but burning frustration. I suspected Jennifer knew that and that's why she insisted on me using it. I was walking through the cold evening towards a taxi when the cell phone buzzed. "Hello?" I said warily. "Chorister Wolf. How are you holding up?" A deep sigh escaped me. "I think I'm surviving." "The Bill reaches the House the day after tomorrow." "Are you sure?" "Yes. Are you still on track?" "I have no choice, do I? I have to see it through. Tell me Wolf, why bother with this? The Bill isn't going to pass. It's a waste of time." Chorister chuckled. "Of course the Bill will fail but it's all part of the plan." "And I'm one small cog?" "No, you're a big one. Don't forget to vote." The next two days passed like the others. Jennifer and I had made no social appearances because the regular events had all rescinded their invitations. The word pariah seemed to fit me. Finally, the day of the Bill and, in reality, an anti-climax with it all over very quickly. The overwhelming majority of the House voted against with only the few female members and myself voting for it. My action was greeted with a few whispers of `shame' and a few louder boos. The media was waiting when we emerged and I saw Lisa McAulife talking to a group of reporters and other female Members being interviewed but when I walked out, the press swooped on me, led by Judy Wagner. "Are you disappointed, Harvey Garret," Judy Wagner asked, microphone in my face. "This is the first battle in a long war. We will win in the end," I said as I pushed through the crowd with the one thought in my head that it was finally over. That damned device will now be removed! I was eager as I was so frustrated, even the events of the past few days had failed to dull my frustration. Chorister was waiting at the townhouse when I pushed through the media crowd. Jennifer was seated on the sofa, seeming a little subdued. "It's over," I said to Chorister. She smiled and I wondered what colour her eyes were behind those dark glasses she permanently wore. "No, it's not over." "You got what you want!" Chorister laughed. "No, not yet. This is just the beginning." "You promised!" I shouted at the beginning of a childish temper tantrum. "Did I?" she said. "PFPP is a very powerful group, Harvey. We have resources and people at our disposal that you could not even imagine. You will do what we want with no exceptions. That cock tube stays on until I say so. You have absolutely no choice," she added. I slumped on the sofa and held my head in my hands. "I'm ruined," I moaned. "Ruined." "No, you're a hero," Chorister said. "You are a hero, we have to capitalise on that." "What do you mean?" "A little tour for the both of you around the countryside. A few speaking engagements with you talking about how the battle isn't over. I liked that quote, by the way. One week and then it's over." "One week?" "One week of touring." "What if I say no?" Chorister laughed and Jennifer offered a weak smile. "You can't, Harvey. You can't. I realised I had no choice, Chorister Wolf had the bargaining ace, the key to my chastity tube and I was trapped until she decided. "Ok," I said in a small voice. "Cheer up, Harvey," Chorister said, laughing. "It won't be so bad and you'll enjoy all the media attention. Now," she said, standing up. "Would you like me to take it off for a few minutes?" I stared up at those black lenses and felt myself flush in embarrassment but I was driven by the need to come. "Yes," I said softly, head bowed. Chorister Wolf smiled and silently led the way into my bedroom where, still in silence, I stripped while she watched me from the bed. Calmly, she tossed me the key and leaned back against the pillows, the butt of her pistol showing under her open coat. Jennifer walked in with a box of tissues, giving them to be without a word. Under the gaze of the two women, I started to jerk off. "If I have my way, Harvey," Jennifer said quietly, "you will only have your hand for the rest of your life." I knew then she hated me with a passion I had long unsuspected. Ignoring them, I concentrated on coming, my hand sliding up and down my now slippery cock. It felt wonderful and I rushed to the edge, spurting into the wad of tissues I held in my other hand. Jennifer glowered down at me. "You're pathetic," she said and left the room. Silently, I cleaned up and picked up the chastity tube, sliding in on my shrunken cock. Chorister checked it to make sure it was locked, dropped the key into her pocket and, without a word, left the room. Numb, I crawled into my bed and soon fell into a deep sleep. End Chapter Six. (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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+