Message-ID: <29406asstr$984751802@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: 16 Mar 2001 04:49:43.0301 (UTC) FILETIME=[84707B50:01C0ADD4] Subject: {ASSM} NEW NESSUS:Protection:14/18 Date: Fri, 16 Mar 2001 09:10:03 -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: gill-bates, english, 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 Fourteen We looked a strange pair in the First Class section of the plane. Chorister, tall, powerful and threatening dressed in black with those black glasses was a dominating sight compared to me. I was small, delicate and dressed in a flowing skirt with blouse and coat. Inwardly, I looked forward to being able to wear tighter, more revealing clothes if the mood took me. For now, flowing clothes with control panties and control top pantyhose to keep my difference hidden. Chorister filled the aisle seat while I perched in the window seat, watching as the plane taxied to take off position. The steward had just completed the safety presentation when she leaned towards Chorister and asked, "We are wondering," she said. "Is Ms Toshiro a movie star or something and you're her bodyguard?" Chorister turned her gaze onto her. "She is incognito," she announced and the steward ran excitedly back to tell her friends as the plane roared into life for take off. In my bag was my new passport that confirmed my identity, confirmed that Yuki Toshiro, a woman, existed. Sometime after take off, Chorister turned to me. "You haven't asked what you have to do." "I am sure you will tell me when you are ready," I said, smiling slightly as I flicked through a magazine. She kept staring at me, her face showing some confusion. "You've really changed. You're so passive, so docile, so patient and not at all like....." She tailed off, looking away and I closed the magazine. "No, Chorister," I said patiently. "I am not like that person who is now dead. There have been changes, changes you and your people engineered and, now, I am Yuki." Chorister nodded abruptly and picked up her headphones but I spoke before she could put them on. "You find me annoying?" I asked concerned. "Do you despise me because I accept these things?" "No. No, I don't. I don't know if it's really you or some game you're playing when you act that way." "So suspicious. It is me, Chorister," I said simply. "I can not help the way I talk nor the way I act but it is really me. This is not a game to me. I am Yuki Toshiro." " I find you different, that's all." She paused and took her glasses off and I was startled to see two green eyes staring at me. "I feel I want to protect you, not hurt you." "Then," I said, sitting back, "that is good. I am happy for you to protect me." After landing, Chorister took me to a small flat in the city and I unpacked my meagre suitcase and was delighted to find a wardrobe full of clothes in the bedroom. "These are of very beautiful," I said as I examined the outfits. "You have excellent taste," Chorister observed. I paused as a thought occurred to me. "Is that the conditioning?" She shook her head. "You had impeccable taste before," she turned her head slightly, obviously uncomfortable about referring to Harvey Garret. "I expect that has remained. I nodded agreement to spare her embarrassment. "Of course. You are right." I sat and smiled at her. "What is next?" Chorister began to pace. "There is a reception tomorrow night for some charity and you have an invitation. Your target is," she said and looked away," Ernest Copeland." My blood surged and I internally fought to keep control under Choristers keen gaze. "You show nothing," she said. "Don't you hate Copeland?" I smiled weakly. "Is hate necessary for this favour?" Chorister shook her head. "Guess not. You have to get him to take you to an apartment he has in the city." "Why will he do that?" I asked politely. "Because you're beautiful and you are Japanese. He has a fetish for two things, Japanese women and pantyhose." "Pantyhose?" I said, surprised and Chorister smiled. "Some emotion at last, Yuki," she laughed quietly. "Is surprise an emotion?" Chorister ignored that and went on. "The Prime Minister wants to retire as he is ill but Copeland is pressuring him to stay as he knows Jennifer has the numbers and he doesn't want a women to become Prime Minister. We have to use a lever to persuade him to assist the PM to go." "I am that lever?" Chorister nodded. "And you knew of these things, his attraction for Japanese women? Is that is why your people changed me to Japanese?" Wolf shook her head. "No, that was the idea of the medical staff. The idea for this came to Centre when you were in stasis and that is why you were left incomplete." She looked away and I wished I could see her eyes. "I see. Thank you." "Are you angry with us? With me?" I smiled. "I should be but I am not. So, I am in his apartment?" "You get in the apartment and you make sure you put some powder I'll give you in his drink." "I see," I nodded slowly. "Will he hurt me?" I asked and Chorister frowned and flushed. "No, Yuki, he won't hurt you. I guarantee it." "You will protect me," I said in a matter of fact tone and she nodded. "This is like a movie, isn't it? I slip him the Mickey Finn?" Chorister laughed loudly and I frowned at her. "What is so funny?" "Your accent. It sounds cute when you say things like that. Yes, you slip him the Mickey Finn." "And then what?" Chorister frowned and suddenly became subdued. Then she told me. End Chapter Fourteen (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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+