Message-ID: <29329asstr$984269403@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <nessus29@hotmail.com> From: "Louis Nessus" <nessus29@hotmail.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed X-Original-Message-ID: <F3012oKrTPh05xeZ5Du0000b96a@hotmail.com> X-OriginalArrivalTime: 10 Mar 2001 20:35:47.0221 (UTC) FILETIME=[AFE4CC50:01C0A9A1] Subject: {ASSM} New Nessus:Protection2/18 Date: Sat, 10 Mar 2001 19:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/29329> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> 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 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. _________________________________________________________________________ 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: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+