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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 Three

Another lousy night kept awake with the unrelenting frustration so I only 
slept fitfully and I looked terrible when I finally emerged from the shower. 
I gulped some coffee down just as the driver arrived and I left for 
Parliament House leaving Jennifer, I assumed, still asleep.

Sylvia, my campaign manager greeted me at my office door. "My God, Harvey," 
she said. "You look like shit."

"Thank you very much," I said as I brushed past her. "Let's get to work, 
shall we?"

Sylvia studied me and then went through the list of functions that I had to 
attend before the bells rang and Parliament sat. "A quick drop-in at the 
Estimates Committee to work the room. I've allowed fifteen minutes." She 
droned on. A plaque unveiling there, a hospital visit and photo opportunity, 
it was a busy day and I felt tired all ready. I also felt terribly depressed 
and I was on automatic pilot for the rest of the morning.

Around lunchtime, I was unveiling a commemorative plaque ain the grounds of 
a small school. I stumbled through my speech trying to ignore the front row 
of the audience that was filled with smiling mothers and tantalising crossed 
legs.

Mercifully, I finished and after shaking many hands, I started towards the 
gate with Sylvia. "What's wrong with you?" she hissed as we marched across 
the grounds. "That was fucking miserable."

"I have a lot on my mind." My cellular phone rang and I quickly answered it. 
"Garret," I said as deeply as I could.

"Hello Harvey," a mellow female voice, one I didn't recognise, murmured in 
my ear.

"Who is this?" I asked impatiently. "How did you get this number?" I added, 
thinking it was a journalist.

"I can get anything I want. This is Chorister Wolf." A tremor went through 
me and Sylvia looked at me so I turned away.

"What do you want?" I whispered urgently.

"I've been watching you Harvey. You look terrible. Aren't you getting any 
sleep?" She laughed softly and I looked around in case she was nearby. "I 
thought you'd be glad to hear from me, considering I have something you 
want. You do want it, don't you Harvey?"

"Yes," I hissed.

"What?" she said in mock innocence.

"You know very well. The key!"

"I suppose it would feel nice to let it out for a while," she said and my 
poor cock stirred again in the vice, causing me to wince in pain. "Was that 
a grimace on your face, Harvey? Just saying that make it hurt?"

Heart thudding, I realised she was watching me from some hidden vantage 
point. "Where are you? " I demanded, waving Sylvia away as she came close, 
tapping her watch.

"Watching you. Tell me, would you like it out for a while?"

"Yes," I said in a small voice.

"I'll think about it, Harvey, if you come through for us. I want you to let 
the media know you're going to support the legislation."

"Now?" I hissed in shock.

"Today or tomorrow. It's being tabled next week."

"What! It can't be."

"It is." She chuckled down the phone. "We applied some pressure and it's 
moved up." My mouth hung open in shock as I listened. Sylvia's phone rang 
and she quickly answered it. "Is that your campaign manager?" Chorister 
asked.

"Yes," I mumbled as I scoured the surrounding buildings for a sign of Wolf.

"Get your campaign manager on the job, Harvey. Let the news out today and we 
might let you know what out tonight. Tomorrow will be your last chance to 
let it out, Harvey, if you get my drift." She chuckled again and the phone 
went dead.

Sylvia almost ran over. "The Women's Bill is being tabled next week!" she 
announced in excitement as I walked briskly to the car. Sylvia clambered in 
and the car moved away. "Did you hear me, Harvey? Next fucking week!"

"I heard you, Sylvia," I said, adjusting my tie and straightening my unruly 
hair. I had hair that was deeply black and thick with a life of its own as 
it fell over my forehead.

"Stop trying to look beautiful and talk to me!" she said in a hoarse voice 
from too many cigarettes. "What are you going to do?"

"I don't know," I said truthfully as I stared out the window at the 
darkening landscape.

"I'll tell you what to do. You don't give an opinion and you tell everyone 
you're thinking this important legislation through. You stall, Harvey," she 
said, jabbing me in the chest for added emphasis.

With her words ringing in my ear, I slid into my seat on the backbenches as 
someone from some obscure electorate rambled on about Mad Cow Disease. My 
head was swimming and my cock was in constant pain so I was torn between 
political survival and sexual frustration.

When Parliament rose for the day, I was exhausted and dozed in the back of 
the car as it wound its way through the city to my town house. I could hear 
music as I shut the door and saw Jennifer sprawled on the lounge watching 
television in her negligee, a gin and tonic on the coffee table and, judging 
by her flushed face, not her first for the night.

"Hello," I said nervously, my cock squirming in its prison. "Thought I'd 
have a shower. Bit tired," I added lamely.

She didn't even look at me when she spoke. "Good idea. After your shower, 
come back here to kiss your loving wife goodnight. Don't bother about 
putting any clothes on."

Flushing in humiliation at her tone, I showered and returned 
self-consciously naked except for the cruel chastity tube that imprisoned my 
cock. She looked me up and down with a scornful expression. "Hardly a manly 
physique," she said cruelly. "I've got more muscle than you and more 
height." She laughed and swung her legs apart, sliding the negligee up to 
reveal her pussy, already glistening. I knew then that humiliating me 
aroused Jennifer.

Cock throbbing in dull pain, I knelt to my task and began licking her plump 
pussy lips, her musky perfume enveloping my nostrils. Once again, I obeyed 
her wordless instructions by following her red fingernail with my mouth.  
Once again, it seemed an eternity as I crouched on the hard carpet, licking 
her cunt as the television news droned on behind me.

With a guttural groan, she clamped her legs around my head and roughly 
pulled my face into the very depths of her pussy, almost suffocating me in 
the movement until she reluctantly released me. Gasping for air, her juices 
glistening on my face, I rocked back on my heels and waited.

Jennifer opened her eyes and smiled cruelly at me. "That'll do for now," she 
said, "but we have to find something better. It's getting boring."

How it could be boring after just twice escaped me but I hobbled from the 
room, moving slowly because of the intense pain in my groin and collapsed on 
my bed after taking sleeping tablets.

I needed to sleep, to escape from the turmoil that had become by life.

End: Chapter Three
(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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