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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 One

My life has changed and I am no longer the person I once was. When I look in 
the mirror I see a different being, a different soul with altered emotional 
intelligence. Such is life and such is my life.

How do I begin? Where do I begin?

My family was steeped in old money with the genteel facade that comes with a 
conservative tradition and a ruthless hunger for power hidden below that 
veneer. My name is Harvey Garret, the youngest of five sons. Being the baby 
of the family, I was spoilt endlessly by my father and my brothers, 
especially since my mother died while giving me life and, they say, I 
inherited her fine features, smaller statue and graceful manner. My brothers 
and my father towered over me but what I lacked in height I made up for in 
my ruthless quest for power.

While my brothers moved into professions such as law, science and the 
military, I focused on politics and, at twenty five years of age, I became 
the youngest member of parliament in the history of that fine old 
institution. The Prime Minister accepted me into his government after I won 
the by election for the seat caused by the death of a member of the 
Opposition. My winning was, he said, a testament to the youthful demeanour 
of his government.

He still didn't accept me into Cabinet though and I moved into the 
backbenches. A few months after that, I met Jennifer at a reception at the 
Governors residence and my life changed. Slightly older than me, Jennifer 
was a stunningly beautiful redhead with an impeccable pedigree that would 
make her ideal for the wife of a future Prime Minister.

I wooed her, married her a year later and, a short time after the marriage, 
betrayed her regularly with small meaningless affairs designed to provide me 
with information on my enemies. Women found my soft androgynous appearance 
to be appealing and that, mixed with the sense of political power, made a 
powerful aphrodisiac. Jennifer was dutiful, gracious and the perfect 
political wife. She even made sure she wore flat shoes so she would not loom 
over me. I was on track to become the youngest Prime Minister in my 
country's history.

That changed on a cold and windy night in the nation's capital.

When parliament is sitting, Jennifer joins me in my small town house in the 
capital to accompany me to the many social events to allow us to publicly 
perform as the perfect couple. The paparazzi loved us and we always gave 
them plenty of photo opportunities with her regal beauty and my manufactured 
shy smile appearing on many a magazine cover. Magazines specifically aimed 
at female readers dubbed me "the most beautiful and sexiest man in politics" 
and they constantly asked my stance on the coming, so called,  "Women's 
Bill" which would be tabled in Parliament soon. Unfortunately, our country 
has a history of prejudice and discrimination against females in all ways. 
This legislation, tabled by a maverick independent member, was designed to 
give women equality in all aspects of our country's life with equal pay for 
equal work the most important issue. I would smile beautifully into the 
camera and wink, giving nothing away. Privately, I thought the idea of 
equality to be pure hogwash and knew no man would support it. .

Jennifer was also very popular with all the magazines and was the most well 
known political wife in the country, even more than the Prime Minister's 
wife. She was also always accepting invitations to speak at women's 
luncheons, open flower shows and visit children's hospitals. I knew she did 
it all to support her husband's career.

One night, I had just showered after returning from a meeting and was 
relaxing on the sofa in our town house when I heard a noise in the dining 
room. "What was that?" I asked over the noise of the television news.

"What?" Jennifer asked, raising her head from her book.

"A noise. Did you hear a noise?" I snapped, pulling my robe around me as I 
stood. Suddenly, the door to the dining room opened and a tall powerfully 
built women stepped calmly into the room. Jennifer gasped and my heart 
started to pound as we both stared at the evil looking gun in her 
leather-gloved hand.

She was dressed entirely in black, dark glasses hiding her eyes and her hair 
was dark and cut into a spiky style. A small leather pouch was slung over 
her shoulder.

"Who are you?" I squeaked and she smiled down at me, tapping my forehead 
lightly with the barrel of the weapon.

"It's not important but I'm Chorister Wolf. Sit, little man," she said 
calmly and I felt myself pushed back onto the sofa. I wrapped the robe 
around me again and attempted to regain my dignity as well as my voice.

"What do you want?" I squeaked again, my heart pounding as I stared at that 
unwavering gun barrel.

She ignored me and smiled at my wife. "Keep out of this," she said calmly. 
"This does not concern you." Jennifer nodded dumbly and sat wide-eyed and 
staring as the woman turned back to me. "I'm from the PFPP," she announced. 
My mouth opened to ask the obvious question but she silenced me with a small 
gesture with the gun. "Don't concern yourself with irrelevant knowledge. 
Needless to say the PFPP is a powerful global extreme feminist group 
committed to changing the lot of women throughout the world. Now," she 
smiled as she aimed the weapon directly at my chest. "Tell me how you intend 
to vote for the Female Equality Legislation."

I gulped. "I totally support it," I lied and Jennifer looked at me 
strangely.

"Bullshit," the intruder said.

"How dare you!"  I spluttered in fake indignation.

A movement of the gun barrel silenced me. "Don't bother to lie Harvey. I 
have confirmation of your comments to several ministers as well as other 
backbenchers. I suggest you don't waste my time."

I stared at the small twin reflection of me on her black glasses and my 
stomach churned. "Are you going to assassinate me?" I squeaked. She smiled 
and glanced at Jennifer who was watching the scene impassively.

"How melodramatic. No," she laughed. "Not yet but you will vote for the 
legislation.

"Of course," I lied quickly, knowing that voting for the bill would put my 
political aspirations in limbo for years.

She quickly stepped forward and slapped me hard across the face, forcing me 
back against the sofa, my head reeling with the force of the blow. "Don't 
waste my time," she repeated coldly, the gun inches from my eyes.

I blinked to clear my head and saw drops of blood fall from my face to the 
robe. My mouth was bleeding and I dabbed at it tentatively. My wife had a 
strange look in her eyes as she watched.

"You will vote the right way, Garret," Chorister said coldly. "You might not 
think so now but you will. Her voice chilled me and as I struggled to sit 
up, I noticed my robe was gaping and my cock was showing. Blushing, I moved 
to close the robe when her voice stopped me.

"Don't bother. In fact, open it all the way." Shocked, I looked at her and 
the pistol pointed at my cock as it lolled lazily across my belly. "Here," 
she said, tossing the small bag to Jennifer. "Open it." Jennifer did so and 
removed a small tube made of a clear substance.

Jennifer examined it and, puzzled, looked at Chorister. "Don't worry, Mrs 
Garret," she said soothingly. "Sit next to your husband and thread his penis 
through the tube."

I started in shock. "What do you think..."

"Shut up," Chorister said icily. "Or I might change my mind and simply shoot 
you in the balls." My face paled at that and Jennifer gingerly threaded my 
cock through the tube. I watched as my heart pounded and saw a strange glint 
in my wife's eyes as she pulled my cock through it. It had been a while 
since she had even seen my cock. "The circle goes under his balls and then 
you lock it at the bottom," Chorister instructed softly. "That's right," she 
said as the device clicked. "Perfect."

Jennifer looked down at my cock encased in the strange device and, again, I 
thought I saw a faint glimmer of a smile pass across her lips.

"What is the meaning of this?" I croaked and Chorister laughed softly. 
"Control, Harvey. I now control your cock. That chastity tube is made from 
new industrial strength perspex and I have the only key. No metal so you'll 
be able to get through the security scanners at Parliament. Unfortunately, 
you won't be able to get an erection and you'll have to sit to pee. No big 
deal," she added as she smiled. "I know you're thinking you can cut it off 
but that will require a laser saw and I'm guessing you don't want a laser 
next to your little treasure." I thought I heard a small giggle from 
Jennifer and I darted a look at her but she was staring out the window, her 
face hidden. "Of course, you could go public about this and ask for help. 
I'm sure the media will publicise your problem."

"What is it you want?" I asked sullenly, my heart sinking with the 
realisation I was trapped.

"Your vote," she said briskly. `Vote the right way on the Female Equality 
Legislation and I might take it off. Of course," she added airily, "I might 
decide to shoot you. You have absolutely no choice in this," she snapped and 
the gun disappeared in her coat. "I'll be in touch, Harvey," she said 
smiling coldly. "Goodbye, Mrs Garret," she said more warmly as she vanished 
through the door.

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.

End: Chapter One:
(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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