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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 Two

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.

We stood in silence, stunned by the events of the past moments until 
Jennifer filled the void. "Reminds me of that old Joe Cocker song `She Came 
in the Bathroom Window'."

I angrily wrapped the robe around me. "You weren't much help!"

"What did you want me to do? Hit her over the head with the vase?"

"You're enjoying this!" I accused.

"Me?" she said innocently. "I feel sorry for all those girlfriends of yours 
now you won't be able to satisfy them."

"What do you mean?" I said, avoiding her eyes.

"You know exactly what I mean and you don't have to be concerned as I don't 
give a fucking damn."
Shocked, I watched in silence as she poured a drink. "So," she said as she 
sipped. "What are you going to do?"

"I don't know," I said miserable for a moment until the anger began to rise 
again. "I was assaulted! This is a weird blackmail!"

"So report it to the police," she said coolly. "I'm a witness and I'll play 
the dutiful weepy wife who had to put her loving husband's cock into a 
chastity belt. A cock I haven't seen for a month or so!" She swallowed her 
drink hard and placed the glass down with a sharp rap. We remained in an 
embarrassed silence until she said, "Can you go to the police?"

I shook my head. "It will destroy my career."

"Voting for the legislation will do the same, won't it?"

"At least I won't be a laughing stock. Fuck!" I exploded. "What terrible 
thing to do me!"

"Perhaps it's deserved?" she said coldly, eyebrow raised as she turned to 
the door. "I'm going to bed. Sleep well." As she left to go to her bedroom, 
I could have sworn I saw a smile on her face.

All night I tossed and turned, rising every hour or so to examine the 
fiendish device that Chorister had ordered Jennifer to fit on me. I would 
try a different way to remove, fail, return to bed and rise again as a new 
idea occurred to me. All failed and I fell into a fitful sleep at last.

I woke with pain in my cock and realised that the callous device was 
thwarting my morning erection. I think it was then that I realised that I 
was really at the mercy of Chorister, the holder of the only key to the 
chastity tube. A moment of panic swept over me. What if she lied? What if 
there wasn't a key to unlock it and it was permanent? All kinds of scenarios 
flashed before me, all with a humiliating and embarrassing ending for me.

I threw myself into my political life for the next few days and it wasn't 
until three days after that awful night that I actually saw Jennifer. We had 
another dinner to attend and I nervously waited for her in the lounge in my 
tuxedo, wondering if she had told anyone of my plight. The past few days had 
become the beginnings of a frustrated hell as my cock started to push 
against the restraint when beautiful women appeared. What made it worse was 
that a few of my girlfriends suddenly started to call me and whisper 
promises of such sensual desire that my cock was enveloped in a severe pain 
of frustration. And this was only after two days! How could I survive until 
the first reading of the legislation?

Jennifer appeared in a tight red cocktail dress that took my breath away. 
She smiled and turned her bare back to me. "Zip me," she said. My fingers 
trembled as I eased the zipper into position to cover the black lace of her 
bra strap, her perfume teasing me with its exotic musk and my cock pulsed.

Turning to me, her large breasts highlighted in the low cut dress, she 
looked down at my crotch. "How have you been?" she asked, a faint twitch on 
her lips. I shrugged and she held her wrap to me so I could arrange it 
around her shoulders, my cock squirming again at the closeness of female 
flesh.

A knock on the door and I looked at my watch. "That's the driver. On time 
too."

Jennifer swept before me but stopped her hand on the door. "When we're 
finished with this boring function, we have something we must talk about. 
Until then, I'll be the loyal political wife."

I wondered what she meant but there was no further mention as we performed 
for the media and the public. Jennifer threw herself into the role of the 
loving wife, kissing me, holding my hand and resting her hand on my thigh 
when we sat. All of these movements' great photo opportunities for the press 
but all, I'm sure, designed to increase my sexual tension. I was learning 
that Jennifer was, underneath the submissive wife veneer, a teasing bitch.

At the dinner she leaned close to whisper in my ear, her hand lightly 
resting on my shoulder. "Do you like my dress?" she said softly. I nodded 
yes as her my cock pounded. "It's so tight I could only wear my pantyhose. 
Otherwise, the panty lines would show." She smiled at me and moved back, 
leaving my cock throbbing with the image of her naked under dress except for 
the sheer black pantyhose.

Somehow, I got through the dinner and we were seated in the back of the car, 
driving through the streets of the capital towards the town house. 
Jennifer's dress had ridden up and my eyes were drawn to her legs in the 
sheer black nylon. She glanced at me and down to my crotch and back to my 
face. "Does it hurt when you try to get hard?" she said softly so the driver 
wouldn't hear.

"Yes," I croaked.

"Good," she said simply and slowly pulled the hem of her dress a few inches 
further up her leg so I could see the dark band of nylon on her thigh. 
Jennifer stared out the window at the passing city while I couldn't tear my 
eyes from her legs, even though it felt like my cock was in a vice.

Finally, we were inside the town house and she tossed me her wrap while she 
poured a drink. "You said we had to talk," I said nervously.

"Don't worry," she said, reading my mind. "I haven't told anyone about it. 
Yet," she added.

"What do you mean `yet'? Who would you tell?"

Jennifer sipped her drink and looked at me mischievously. "I might tell my 
lover."

"Lover?" I exclaimed, shocked. "What lover?"

She arranged herself on the sofa and I felt my eyes drawn to her breasts 
cradled in the low cut dress. "I've decided to take a lover to satisfy my 
needs. It's been a while since I've had sex. I used to rely on you and it's 
been a month at least since your last wham bam thank you mam! Now that woman 
has locked you up so there is no hope of sex."

I blushed. "But Jennifer," I whined. "If anybody else knows, it could be 
dangerous for us."

"So? What do I care if the world finds out a woman has put you in a chastity 
belt."

"We'll lose everything. The houses, your jewellery," I said desperately and 
she appeared to be thinking. "Couldn't you, you know?" I murmured and her 
cold eyes snapped to my face.

"What? Masturbate? I've been masturbating while you've been letting those 
little girls suck your cock. Masturbation doesn't do it any more. No," she 
said sipping her drink and staring into the fireplace, "I need something 
else."

The only sound in the room for minutes was the loud ticking of the clock on 
the mantelpiece and the crackling of the fire, although I was sure she could 
hear the pounding of my heart. I had to stop her taking a lover. "Could I do 
something?" I asked timidly, blushing and her eyes fixed on me.

"To satisfy me?" she asked regally, an eyebrow raised. "What? Your cock is 
useless. Of course, what's new."

"What ever you want?' I muttered, head bowed, humiliated by her last 
comment.

"I see," she said placing the glass on the coffee table. "You'll do what I 
want to get me off so I won't find a man to fuck as that would damage your 
career?" I nodded. "You really are pathetic, aren't you." She stared at me 
for a moment and then, after appearing to make up her mind, slowly uncrossed 
her legs. "All right, let's test it, shall we?" I stared fascinated as she 
slid her dress up around her waist, revealing the black pantyhose and spread 
her legs. "Come here and kiss me."

Cock throbbing, I stood in front of her and bent to kiss her mouth but she 
pushed my head away. "No, you fool! Not on the mouth! Do I have to spell it 
out for you?"

Slowly, I knelt in front of her and moved my head to her crotch. I could see 
the hair of her pussy flattened against the black nylon and the puffy lips 
pressed also against the mesh. I pressed my mouth to the nylon, taking her 
heavy intimate aroma in as my cock throbbed painfully. Jennifer let me kiss 
he pussy through the nylon for a few minutes until she pushed me away, 
rearranged her clothing and smiled coldly at me.

"All right, we have a deal for a while until you fail to satisfy me. 
Understood?"  I mutely nodded my head. "Good, let's go," she said leading 
the way to her bedroom. "Get out of your dinner suit, take everything off 
except the white shirt and bow tie," she commanded a strange smile on her 
face as she watched me follow her instructions.

I felt like a fool, naked except for my dinner shirt and bow tie. Take my 
shoes off," she said and I knelt to do so. "Unzip me." The dress puddled 
around her ankles and I gasped at the sight of her in the sheer black 
pantyhose and black lace bra. Tentatively, I reached to cup her magnificent 
breasts but she slapped my hands away. "Did I tell you to do that?"

"No," I said softly.

"You don't do anything until I tell you. Understand?"

"Yes," I murmured.

"Good. Unclasp my bra." My hands trembled as I did so and my cock squirmed 
in the vice like grip of the tube. "Now, pull down my pantyhose." I slowly 
slid the hose down, ogling at her bouncing breasts and the fluid globes of 
her bottom.

Jennifer sat on the edge of the bed and she held my imprisoned cock in her 
hand as she examined the device. "This is a clever little thing, isn't it?" 
she murmured to herself and then looked up at me. "Does it hurt badly?" I 
nodded, my eyes fixed on her breasts as they hung free. "Good," she said 
with satisfaction and crawled up the bed, lying sprawled against the pile of 
pillows. "Lick me," she said in a hoarse voice. "Lick me until I tell you to 
stop."

I crawled between her legs and was greatly surprised by how wet she was. In 
the short time we'd been married, I couldn't recall every seeing her so 
aroused as her pussy gleamed with her juices. Using my tongue and lips I 
began to caress her pussy and, after a moment, her finger appeared in front 
of me and I followed her red fingernail to the places she wanted me to 
caress. It felt like an eternity in that cramped position, my cock in pain 
as I licked and kissed but, suddenly, she clasped my head tight against her 
pussy as she moaned and groaned in the exquisite release of a massive 
orgasm.

She relaxed but, remembering her instructions, I continued to gently kiss 
the plump lips of her pussy until she pushed me away. "Enough," she said in 
a breathy voice and I looked at, waiting for the next instruction.

Jennifer giggled when she saw my face was slick with her juices. "That will 
do," she said. "You can go but remember the deal."

Slowly, I got to my feet, picked up my clothes and walked to the door. As I 
opened the door, her eyes travelled to my red and throbbing cock confined in 
the chastity tube. "It looks very painful," she said in a teasing voice. "I 
hope you have a good nights sleep," she added with a little giggle.

I shut the door behind me and walked slowly to my lonely bedroom.

End: Chapter Two
(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.



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