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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 Nine

My cell is a one-bedroom cottage in the middle of empty fields with small 
road faintly visible in the distance. A high wire fence which, I think, is 
electrified surrounds the house. I don't know where I am, even what country 
I am in as in the past few weeks, no one has visited me. There are signs on 
the fence but I'm in the wrong position to see what language they're written 
in.

There is a television set with a DVD player but it can not receive any 
stations so I am totally cut off from the world. When I woke I found myself 
here, naked except for my cock tube and no clothes what so ever in the 
house. I inspected the fence and realised very quickly I could not get over 
it without dying. After a few restless, fuming days, I accepted my fate and 
settled down to my prison. My only concern is my rising sexual frustration 
with no sign of relief.

The only consolation is a wall of books and movies on DVD, which I use to 
fill in my endless days. Unfortunately, I have to be selective as to the 
movies as the wrong choice, that is one with beautiful women or nudity, 
causes immense pain in my cock. The pantry was well stocked and I assumed 
someone would arrive to fill it in due course. Either that or to kill me.

There is a fax machine but it's unable to send, although I suspected it 
could receive. I was right when, after three weeks it suddenly burst into 
life a message on a single piece of paper emerged.

"You will receive a visitor tomorrow at three in the afternoon. You will 
find a leather hood, a chain, a lock and a key in the third drawer in the 
kitchen. You will put the key outside the front door, chain yourself to the 
large wooden chair, making sure the padlock is secure. You must have the 
leather hood covering your face. If your visitor sees your face, you will be 
executed."

I read it again and again and each time I felt chilled. There was no doubt I 
would obey the instructions exactly.

And I did and a few minutes prior to three, I sat chained to the chair with 
the leather hood covering my face. The hood had eyeholes and holes to 
breathe through and I sat staring at the door, waiting with pounding heart. 
Was I going to be executed anyway? Was this the end?

I heard a faint sound and with ears straining, realised the gate was being 
unlocked. My visitor was here! A few moments later footsteps on the small 
porch and the sound of the key scraping on the tiles as someone picked it 
up. Soon the door opened slowly and I shut my eyes, heart pounding.

Sound of parcels being placed on the table and I opened my eyes. An older 
woman in a simple but tight blue dress and white mules was placing parcels 
of food on the table. She glanced at me and left the house to return with a 
small bag.

"You can see me, my friend?" she asked in accented English.

I cleared my throat. "Yes, I can see you."

"Good. More food for the next few weeks," she said as she put a tripod 
together and placed a small digital video recorder on it. Standing behind 
it, she looked at the view through the lenes and seemed satisfied. A press 
of a button and it was recording, a red light next to the lens started 
winking. Strangely, she put a piece of white cardboard with the date written 
on it against the leg of my chair.

She pulled a chair in front of me and sat down in front of me, her legs 
crossed. Straining my eyes, I thought I saw the tops of stockings and my 
cock squirmed. "You are trying to look up my dress, yes?" I nodded. "I am 
being paid by a lady for this video so you must speak up, please," she said. 
The video must be for Jennifer, I thought.

"Yes, I'm trying to look up your dress," I croaked.

"See what this is?" she asked, holding up a key.

"A key. The key to the chastity tube?" I asked hopefully and she nodded.

"That is correct. I can unlock you and let you play with yourself. Would you 
like that?"

I nodded frantically. "Yes, yes. Please," I pleaded, forgetting about the 
video.

"We will see. I am told you have a small cock," she said in a matter of fact 
tone and I blushed under the hood. "Is that correct?"

"Yes," I said in a small voice.

"Yes what, please," she coaxed.

"I have a small cock."

"Good," she said and tossed me the key. My hands were trembling as I removed 
the tube, revealing my growing cock as the tube and the key fell to the 
floor. "Do not touch it yet. Is that your small cock?" she asked pointedly 
and I glanced at the video.

"Yes," I murmured, face burning hotly but I wanted, no needed, to come. 
"This is my small cock."

"It is small. You may pull it a few times, just to feel it." I did and it 
felt wonderful. "Has anyone done that to you recently?"

"No, of course not. I'm here alone," I said, almost crying.

She nodded. "You have only your hand and only when I say. Correct?"

"Yes," I said hoarsely. "Correct."

"Do you want to jerk off now?"

"Yes. Please," I begged.

"You may do it but slowly." I started jerking and she smiled at me. "Would 
you like me to open my legs so you can look up my dress while you jerk off?" 
she asked almost kindly.

"Please," I begged. "Open your legs. Please!" My hand was moving faster now 
and, smiling, she uncrossed her legs, letting them move apart. I stared up 
the dress, seeing the tops of her tan stockings, a white garter strap and 
smooth white panties. Try as I might, I couldn't see anything through the 
panties but it was erotic enough and I burst into orgasm with a groan, 
spewing my seed over the floor.

She closed her legs, tossed me a towel and dismantled the video recorder. I 
pictured Jennifer watching that video and laughing at my admissions and the 
pathetic sight of my masturbation.  When I was clean, she told me to put the 
tube back on and I did while she picked the key up and put it in her bag. 
Calmly, she put the key to the chain within reach and smiled down at me. 
"Goodbye," she said and she walked out the door with the bag with the camera 
over her shoulder.

I never saw her again.

End Chapter Nine
(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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