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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 Five



And sleep I did a long deep refreshing sleep. I felt great when I woke up, 
even my sense of humour had returned and except for the cruel binding on my 
cock I was on top of the world. Then it all came flooding back.

I flushed when I remembered Jennifer's comments and thought how the past 
events had changed her into a dominating bitch. Had she always been that 
way? Her remark about not being satisfied was designed to humiliate me but 
it also let me know she was close to getting the threatened lover. Time was 
running out and I had to get this damn thing off my cock before she told 
anyone. Once it was off, it would be her word against mine.

I stared at myself in the mirror as I shaved and recalled Jennifer's 
comments about my manliness. I had always considered myself slight in build 
but `unmanly'? I wondered if the other women I'd fucked had thought the 
same. Had they been attracted to me, the person or were they, like the 
media, focussed on my face and my so-called beauty?  I wondered now about 
the articles in the magazines where they had labelled me as `a beautiful 
man'.

Showered and dressed in an impeccable dark grey suit, I walked through the 
house and saw no sign of Chorister but I could hear movement in Jennifer's 
room. She was getting ready for her day.

As I drove away, my cell phone rang. "Harvey," Sylvia said abruptly. "I 
quit."

"But, why?" I asked, stunned.

"You ask why?" she said incredulously. "You've ruined everything we worked 
for and I'm not staying on the Titanic. Have fun." She broke the connection 
and I stared at the dead phone. It was going to be a tough week.

I had no idea just how tough it was going to get. The press was waiting for 
me at my office so the driver took me around the back and as I was getting 
out, the driver spoke to me. "I'm sorry, sir," he said, not meeting my eyes, 
"but the car service has been withdrawn."

"Withdrawn? For all Members?"

"No sir, just you."

"I see." Copeland and the Party were applying pressure. "Thank you." I 
walked away, slipped into my small office and started going through the 
correspondence. You would think that after some time as a politician I would 
be immune to hate mail. That day I received hate mail more venomous than I 
had ever seen. Thankfully, there was a sprinkling of congratulatory comments 
from women's groups, female actors' etc.

My reception in the lunchrooms was icy from male members from both sides of 
the house and, at the end of the day, I realised I had not conversed with a 
soul all day. As politicians survive by networking, exchanging information 
and making deals, that one fact highlighted how ostracised I had become.

After the House rose I walked automatically to the underground car park 
until I realised there was no car waiting for me and I would have to find 
another way home. As I had left my departure until after everyone else, the 
car park was mainly empty and I stood in the centre trying to remember how I 
could walk out to catch a taxi.

A car suddenly switched its lights on and I felt a tremor of fear. The 
thought occurred to me that it was possible for some of the lunatic fringe 
to be waiting for me to beat me up or worse. Looking around, I realised I 
was very much alone. So, what's new, I thought?

The car eased up and the back window slid down and I saw the welcome face of 
Lisa McAullife, a radical independent lesbian Member of Parliament. "They've 
taken your car?" she asked in that lilting brogue and I nodded. "Get in," 
she said crisply. "I'll take you home.

Gratefully, I slid in the back, feeling the driver's eyes on me as I settled 
next to Lisa. "Thank you," I said as the car sped away.

"Not a problem," she said looking hard into my eyes. "You're either very 
brave or very stupid."

"Stupid, I'm afraid," I admitted. "Not brave at all."

"The Bill is not going to pass. We don't have the numbers so why do it?"

"It's a long and painful story," I sighed.

"And none of my business," she smiled. "I can take a hint." We rode in 
silence except for my directions to the town house.

"Thanks again for your assistance," I said formally.

"Good luck. You'll need it, boyo," she said as the car wheeled away.

I let myself in, grateful there was no media and found Jennifer waiting in 
the lounge room "About time," she snapped. She was wearing her robe and 
sipping some tea, a small parcel on the coffee table. "I've been waiting for 
an hour."

"I don't have a car or driver any more. I had to find another way home."

"I don't care. All I care is I'm horny and I need your services."

Astonished, I gaped at her as it was unlike her to use such language or to 
be such a sexual person. This wasn't the Jennifer I married. "Of course," I 
said wearily. "What do you want?"

"I want you clean and naked in my room in fifteen minutes." Jennifer picked 
up the parcel and stalked off.

After my shower, I found her laying on the bed naked, her large breasts 
rising and falling as she lay on the mound of pillows, her legs splayed so I 
could see her pussy lips clearly. "Get to it," she said, watching me through 
heavy lidded eyes and I wondered what she was planning.

I licked and kissed, my cock burning in its chastity tube as I worked at my 
new task. Jennifer was heavily aroused and very wet so I was surprised when 
she pushed me away, a sly smile on her face. "I have a surprise for you," 
she murmured. "Open that parcel."

In the parcel was an obscenely large black dildo with straps on the end. My 
astonishment must have shown as Jennifer burst out laughing. "What do you 
think it is?" she giggled.

"It's a dildo," I said softly.

"No," she corrected. "It's a cock. A big fat cock," she said, shocking me 
even more. "A cock that is twice the size of yours, possibly closer to three 
times," she added cruelly and I blushed.

"What do you want me to do with it?" I asked quietly, head bowed.

"I want you to put it on," she said with glee. "Come here and I'll show 
you." Embarrassed beyond belief, I stood in front of her as she inserted my 
cock in its tube inside the dildo and then strapped the entire device. The 
large erect dildo jutted from my groin with my own cock buried inside it. I 
was humiliated and I felt my face go red.

"Well, look at you," she laughed. "Lie on the bed." She squatted over me and 
eased the fake cock into her as I lay under her. My cock pulsed at the 
erotic sight of her above me, her large breasts swinging free as she slid up 
and down the cock. I could feel nothing, nothing at all and that was the 
most frustrating thing.

Her body slammed into mine as she rose and fell faster and faster until she 
screamed with the explosion of her orgasm, leaving me frustrated and numb. 
Jennifer pulled herself off the fake cock with an obscene pop and collapsed 
on the bed beside me. She giggled at the sight of the huge black cock 
jutting from my body. "You should be glad I've given you a big black cock," 
she giggled. "A huge improvement." She laughed softly and then her tone 
changed. "Get out," she snapped. "Don't forget to clean your new toy."

When I finally crawled into my bed, my cock burning in the chastity tube, I 
felt my world had collapsed around me.

End Chapter Five.
(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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