Message-ID: <29377asstr$984586203@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: 14 Mar 2001 11:03:07.0805 (UTC) FILETIME=[59BCFCD0:01C0AC76] Subject: {ASSM} NEW NESSUS:Protection8/18 Date: Wed, 14 Mar 2001 11:10:03 -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: RuiJorge, newsman 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 Eight I slowly slipped back into conscious and found myself in a bed in what I guessed to be a hospital room. The white gauze curtains on the window floated on a small breeze and one of the women in white sat on a chair next to the bed. She noticed my eyes were open, nodded and left the room. A few moments later, Chorister entered and sat on the chair, leaning forward so she could whisper in my ear. "I know you can hear me," she said, "so listen carefully. The drug inhibits movement to such a point that your body movements will be erratic and spasmodic. Your vocal chords are frozen and you can just make guttural sounds so, to all extents and purposes, you appear to be suffering some massive stroke." I tried to speak and animalistic growls escaped my lips, my hands shaking uncontrollably. "Don't bother to try, Harvey. You will be compliant and go along with everything we plan today. If you don't," she leaned even closer, "I will slowly kill you.." She left without a word. A few minutes later Jennifer, dressed in black, walked in and sat in the chair, a cruel hard smile on her face. Suddenly, the smile was gone and she appeared concerned, worried as she gently took my hand. I knew why when the door opened and a group of people entered. I could see Copeland, Wagner and then, to my shock, my brothers and my father. They shuffled in, whispering and Jennifer smiled bravely at them through teary eyes. Another woman in white entered and addressed the group. "There is no need to whisper, ladies and gentlemen. The patient's brain has been almost wiped by the massive stroke and has the basic understanding of a puppy." I tried to speak and they turned at the sound of the guttural noises. My head jerked, lolled aimlessly around the pillow while saliva ran from the side of my mouth. Jennifer wiped it away and I felt tears forming as I realised I was in a hopeless situation. "So, what's the bottom line?" my father asked as always straight to the point. "I'm sorry, Mr Garret but this is not your son any more. Your son has died and this is just a shell left behind." A few murmured comments I couldn't hear. "The poor bastard," Judy Wagner said, shaking her head. Copeland moved to the end of the bed. "Jennifer, you have our sympathies," he said. "If there's anything we can do?" "Thank you," Jennifer said. "You're very kind." Her voice was soft and a lone tear rolled down one cheek. What an actor, I thought and wondered just how long she had put on a performance for me. "Mrs Garret," the doctor said. "There's nothing you can do here. We just have to wait for nature to take its course." "I can't go," she said softly, clutching my hand. "I must stay with my husband." My father and brothers came to the bed and stared down at me, each in their own way saying goodbye. One by one they left the room until only Judy Wagner remained. "Mrs Garret," she said softly, "I know this is a difficult time but do you think it would be possible for one last photograph? One last time as a couple." Jennifer nodded and a few moments later a photographer entered. Photographs of Jennifer clutching my hand, wiping the saliva and, the climax, her head lying on my chest. Finally, murmuring thanks, Wagner and the photograph backed out of the room. Within seconds, Jennifer dropped my hand and smiled cruelly at me as Chorister slipped in. "This is the end, Harvey," Jennifer said. "We've planned this from the start, the marriage, everything. You see, I'm the one who will be Prime Minister, not you!" My head lolled again and she laughed. "You're ready to hide him?" she said to Chorister who nodded, eyes hidden by the glasses. "I want him punished, Wolf for that terrible marriage I had to go through for PFPP! The way I've told you. When I think it's enough, it will end! I've been promised that." Chorister nodded. "I know. I follow orders. We are prepared." Jennifer slapped me hard in the face but I didn't feel it. "I know you can't feel it, worm but it makes me feel better! This is finally goodbye." She walked out of the room and Chorister watched her go. "You really pissed her off," she said half to herself. One of the nurses poked her head around the door and Chorister nodded. The nurse expertly injected me and I plummeted into darkness. End Chapter Eight (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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+