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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 Seventeen



Several young men attempted to engage me in conversation that I politely 
endured until Copeland started making his grand exit. His eyes sought mine 
as he said goodbye to everyone in a louder than normal voice.

I waited a few moments and then began to gather my purse and my wrap, moving 
towards the door. A few smiles and bows later, I was in the elevator and 
heading down towards the basement car park. The Jaguar was parked near the 
elevator doors with the motor running and the driver blinked the lights at 
me. This was starting to look like a James Bond movie.

Sliding in next to Copeland with a shy smile, the driver looked at me 
briefly and then we sped away. I hoped that Chorister knew where to go.

Copeland spoke about Parliament, his function and everything but sex, all 
for the benefit of the driver. I watched the driver's eyes in the rear 
vision mirror and I could see he was not fooled. Perhaps he knew about his 
employer's attraction for Japanese women.

Copeland lived in a Georgian town house in a quite part of town. In my 
previous life, I had never received an invitation to the house of the power 
behind the Prime Minister. Now, as Yuki, I had a private audience.

We left the car in the garage and entered the house after disarming the 
alarms. The driver inspected the house and returned to the lobby. "All in 
order, sir." He touched the peak of his cap. "Goodnight, sir, I'll be in my 
room if you need me. Goodnight, madam," he said politely and I smiled 
briefly at him. I was feeling very nervous as Copeland was a big man and if 
he discovered my secret, he could beat me to a pulp before Chorister 
arrived.

I had to remind myself that Copeland was nervous as well. He had revealed 
his fetish to a woman for what was probably the first time and he was 
nervous and filled with nervous sexual energy. He led the way into a 
well-appointed library filled with books and paintings with plump leather 
chairs scattered around the room.

"The inner sanctum," he announced, a nervous twinge to his voice as he 
glanced at me, seeking my approval.

"Ah," I exclaimed, "this is very masculine, very powerful, very you, 
Ernest." He swelled with pride and beamed at me.

"Would you like a drink?" he asked, gesturing at a trolley with bottles and 
an ice bucket.

"Please," I said, bowing low from the waist. "Let me serve you, Ernest. A 
woman should serve the man, it brings honour to both of us."

Copeland looked at me with wonder and I marvelled at how easily women can 
control men, how stupid men can be when led by their sexual desires. "Yuki," 
he said. "You are incredible."

I smiled and started to prepare a drink. "I'll have a gin," he called as he 
lowered himself into a leather-winged chair.

"Of course, Ernest. I assumed as such."  I managed to get the pills into his 
drink and I waited a minute for it to dissolve, then silently offered it to 
him.

"Thank you. Your drink?" he asked and I returned with a glass of tonic 
water. I turned a chair and sat in front of him. He stared as I slipped my 
shoe off and rested my nylon-covered foot against his crotch, my toes 
resting against his hard cock.

"To us," I said raising my glass.

He stared down at the foot and I wriggled my toes. "To us," he croaked and 
sipped his drink, then moved his fingers to my toes.

I shook my head. "Ernest," I said softly. "You own the fetish, yes?" He 
nodded a vein in his head bulging. "I control the fetish, not you. It is my 
pantyhose," I said, smiling, and I felt his cock pulse under my toes.

"Yes," he said hoarsely, removing his fingers. "Of course. What do you want 
me to do?" he asked in a thick voice.

"I think you finish your drink," I said softly. "Then, you take all your 
clothes off." He blinked at me, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he 
listened. "Naked, you should kneel in front of me and I will let you look up 
my dress and see my pantyhose."

"God!" He exclaimed in a hoarse tone, quickly draining his drink and 
standing up while undoing his tie.

I held up my hand. "Wait, please. There is more. While looking up my dress, 
I will ask you to masturbate. Will you do that for me, Ernest?" I asked 
softly, looking up at him.

"Yes," he said urgently. "Yes! " He tore his clothes off and stood in front 
of my naked, his hard cock jutting from his hairy body. Copeland rubbed his 
face a few times and I hoped it was a sign the drug was taking effect.

"Sit," I said sharply and he sat in the chair in shock.

"I thought you wanted me to kneel?" he said plaintively and I smiled at him.

"Soon, Ernest but first, this." I extended my leg and placed the sole of my 
nylon-covered foot against the length of his penis. I could feel its 
throbbing heat as I delicately pressed against it, slightly moving my toes.

"Oh my God!" he moaned. "Not yet," he cried and came with a mighty burst, 
his sperm covering my foot as his cock pulsed against it. "Yuki," he said 
sleepily as he rocked from side to side. "You are my perfect woman." With a 
gasp, he collapsed against the back of the chair and immediately began 
snoring, a huge smile on his face.

I looked at my sperm covered foot and turned when I heard a rustle of 
curtains. Chorister stood next to the window. "Are you all right?" she asked 
anxiously.

I nodded. "How long were you there?" I asked.

"Since you arrived." I looked away, embarrassed, as I knew she had heard 
everything. I think she realised I was embarrassed and stood next to me. 
"Let's get this down."

I nodded, stood next to Copeland and pulled my pantyhose and control panties 
to my knees. Chorister produced the key to the chastity tube and I lifted my 
skirt to give her access while she freed my cock. In silence, we both looked 
at my cock as it swung free.

Chorister Wolf took a digital camera from her coat and focused on Copeland's 
face as I pulled my cock gently into hardness. It took a while but my cock 
was soon fully erect. Following Choristers pointed directions I placed my 
cock on Copeland's mouth and Wolf took a picture. Others followed many with 
my cock in his mouth and even one with his hand around it, as he appeared to 
guide it to his mouth. I felt so dirty, so ashamed.

She lowered the camera and looked at me. "Just one more," she said quietly 
and I nodded.

"I know," I said. I was to masturbate and spray my sperm onto his face, 
place my cock next to it for the final damming picture. Copeland may claim 
the pictures were false but circulating them would provoke debate and he 
wouldn't let that happen. Jennifer would become Prime Minister.

Taking a deep breath, I moved my hand to my cock, pulling my dress well out 
of the way but was surprised when Chorister moved close. "Don't," she said 
quietly, slipping one hand around my back and the other gently around my 
cock. I stiffened in shock as I felt her fingers, the first person to touch 
me intimately for a very long time.

I moaned and my head fell backwards for a moment as I revelled in the 
pleasure. "Take your glasses off," I croaked and she did so, her green eyes 
staring down at me.

"Yuki," she murmured, her hand slowly stroking me and I turned my face into 
her shoulder, eyes clenched closed as I gave up to the foreign sensations of 
someone caressing me, loving me. Biting my lip, I came as I burrowed into 
her shoulder, the smell of her leather coat swamping my senses. I felt her 
move my cock as I came, spraying my sperm over the sleeping Copeland as 
tears rolled down my cheeks.

It was done. The last photos were taken and Chorister removed all trace of 
sperm from Copeland. I stood there with my pantyhose and control panties 
around my knees and picked up the chastity tube, ready to put it back on

"No," Chorister said roughly, seizing the chastity tube and dropping it into 
her pocket. "Not any more," she said. "No more."

I nodded and pulled my panties up and, after moments thought, removed my 
pantyhose and gently placed them on Copeland's groin. "Something to remember 
me by. Will he know it was me who did the photographs?" I asked quietly and 
Chorister shook her head.

"He'll think they're fixed, fake. He won't associate them with you." She 
looked around the room. "I'll go. You know where to go?" I nodded and she 
disappeared through the window.

I fixed my face and I slowly walked down the stairs and was met by the 
driver in the lobby. "Everything all right, miss?" he asked.

"Ernest has fallen asleep," I said quietly.

"Drunk again," the driver said. "You're all right, miss?" he asked and I 
smiled back. "Can I get you a taxi?"

"You are very kind."

End Chapter Seventeen
(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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