Luna Waning

By

Master Nage

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Earth, June 2147

Time Police Headquarters

New Warsaw, Europa

“You’re a bit of a rebel, aren’t you, Luna?”

I didn’t know what to say. I stood before him, as his was the only chair in the room. The others had
been dismissed, absorbed into the flux beneath the shimmering floor. He could command a seat to form
at will, but I didn’t think he would... not from the expression on his cold, yet handsome face.

As men went, Jondhru was just about the best-looking. Long almost-black hair, eyes nearly that dark,
olive skin, and a body to die for—that was Jondhru. Jondhru, it was the only name anyone knew him by,
was the top ranking official in the Time Police, an organization established in the early part of the
twenty-second century. Jondhru was ruthless, cold, efficient and totally pro-agency. Thus I was terrified
by the summons to his office, for Jondhru would as soon kill me as brief me.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Sir.”

I tried to guess how he might see me—flame-red hair that almost reached the middle of my back,
milk-white skin, long sensuous legs and the best breasts money could buy. I was topless but wore a pair
of shorts made to look more like a heavy mist than any type of fabric. Outside, I’d have probably worn a
matching mist-camisole, though it wasn’t necessary on base. Most men, I knew, found me attractive.
Jondhru, on the other hand, never reacted at all. I might as well be negotiating with a computer. I’d have
had a better chance.

His eyes narrowed. “Don’t be coy, Luna. You know as well as I that you’re a danger to the agency.
You have no discipline. You do as you please. You wouldn’t know a regulation if it bit you on the
ankle…”

“Sir, I…”

“ Silence! I’m not done with you, Agent Luna.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“What were you thinking? Have you ever read the procedure manual?”

“Yes, Sir.”

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“And where in that manual does it tell you to kill a man you were sent to bring back?”

“It was either him or me, Sir.”

“I know. I saw the recording, but I needed Thurgood alive. You were sent to bring him back alive. Do
you know what alive means?”

“Yes, of course, Sir.”

“How then did he end up dead?”

“I was defending myself, Sir.”

“Well next time, don’t. Thurgood was a key witness in an investigation that took five years to build.
Without him I’m starting from scratch. The next time, if you’re in a life and death situation with
instructions to bring your target in alive, you follow procedure!”

“And what would that be, Sir?”

I knew it was coming before he said it. “You die. That’s your fucking job. You, Luna, are expendable.
Thurgood wasn’t. Under ordinary circumstances I’d make an example of you, but I have another idea
instead.”

“Sir?”

“You, my dear, are going on an assignment.”

This did not bode well but I surely couldn’t refuse him. I wouldn’t be the first agent who went to see the
boss, never to return.

“Yes, Sir.”

“You’re to track a dermagen.”

The flux-walls, pulsing with energy, closed in around me. My eyes widened.

“How is that possible, Sir?”

“Frankly, I don’t care. But you find him, and you strand him. Understood? Or it will be early retirement
for you.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He might as well have sentenced me to death.

* * * *

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The operations room was as it always was—almost empty except for the operator on duty. His name
was Jax, and he was like every android I’d ever met. Human-looking, but without feeling. He might have
looked like a blond, blue-eyed love machine, but there was no sparkle in his eye, no inflection in his
words. I didn’t know how other women used such beings for sexual gratification. I would never lower
myself so. Then again, I had my pick of flesh-men.

I looked in the holding cell and she was there, sleeping—Mary Weller nee O’Donnell. From her dossier
I knew she was a nineteenth-century housewife living in the Weller Mansion on the outskirts of northern
London. The Weller family had made their wealth in shipping. Mary had married into it, showing there
wasn’t anything a good Irish girl couldn’t do if she was slutty enough. Unfortunately, her husband wasn’t
the brains behind the family fortune, and so they slept in separate bedrooms, while Mary sought out the
favor of Benjamin, her husband’s more successful brother.

“She’s quite attractive,” said Jax at my shoulder.

I was forced to agree. Shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes (closed at the moment, but I knew the
color from her dossier), and just a bit top-heavy for my taste. It would be no fun lacing myself into the
dresses in her closet. Fortunately, a serving girl would be doing the actual lacing, for I wasn’t sure I could
manage it.

I turned my attention from her, always a hard thing to do when seeing a donor for the first time—I would
soon become her.

“How long do we have?” I asked.

“No one will enter her room for another 6.24 hours. We have plenty of time.”

I nodded. “Are you ready for transfer?”

”Of course.”

I only asked out of courtesy. Jax had about as much chance of falling behind schedule as I had of
following the rules. Something I’d picked up from my mother, who must have liked rebellious genes, for
all my siblings had them. I was the only one working for the agency though.

I entered the empty cell next to her, lay down on the bed. The lights went off. I slept, knowing when I
awoke I would not only look like Mary Weller, but would have her memories overlaid on my own.

* * * *

Jax stood over me, as he always did after synchronization, and helped me into a sitting position.

“How do you feel, Luna?”

“Terrific. Time?”

“You have 6.11 hours remaining.”

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“Jeeeeze that was fast.”

“Her mind isn’t exactly filled to brimming. You know what she knows.”

I examined my new cache of knowledge. “Not much, luv, but it’s all there.”

“Good.”

“Jax, tell me about the dermagen.”

“He is called Rexlor on his planet. I don’t have to tell you he is dangerous.” Without facial expressions,
the android might have been talking about a vid. “Like all dermagen, he can take any shape. He does
pretty much what we do, but without the equipment. He absorbs his host, taking not only form, but
memories. He will be like you, completely indistinguishable from the people of that year.”

“That’s just lovely. How am I supposed to find him?”

“With this.”

He handed me a small wooden box. There was no longer any such thing as real wood but having made
more than one foray into the past, I was familiar with it. I suspected this was teak but didn’t know for
sure. I took the box and opened it.

“What are these?”

”Tarot cards. They belong to the subject, but they are, how shall we say, modified.”

I looked into my mind for information about them. Fortune telling cards. I almost laughed, but knew I
was traveling to a primitive society. What did I expect?

“How do I use them?”

“Just do a reading as normal. When the resultant card is the Ace of Wands, you will know he is near.”

“How did you arrange that?”

”A tedious amount of quantum theory and some really ingenious microtechnics. As much time as we
have left, it’s not enough to explain it.”

“Good enough. Why the Ace of Wands?”

“The beginning of working on something, a project of sorts. Once you find him, that’s when your job
begins.”

“So I have to wait around for the cards to indicate this guy is around. That’s just terrific. Give me some
good news. Once he’s nearby, is there a way to tell who he is without the cards? It’s hardly practical to
stop and do a tarot reading with the target in range.”

“You have to have sex with him.”

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“You’re kidding.”

“I never kid. At the moment of orgasm the dermagen revert to their true form. If you can make him cum
for you, you will expose him.”

“That I can do.”

“I have no doubt, Luna.”

I stood and walked around, testing my new body. A full six inches shorter than I was used to, and
probably thinner as well. Not much strength, I’m afraid, so I’d have to use guile. It was never one of my
strong points, but then, I’d made it this far. Many other agents who had attended the academy with me
had already been neutralized. A rather pleasant way of saying MIA.

“What did this dermagen do, anyway?”

“The information is classified, Luna, but there is a priority 1.1 rating. He is a threat to all humanity.”

“This just gets better and better. Anything else I need to know?”

“Just one thing,” said Jax.

“Yes?”

“Whatever you do, don’t let him make you cum.”

I rolled my eyes. “And why is that?”

“Because they have ways of capturing humans. No one understands the method, but it is known that
once you cum for them, you will lose your objectivity where they are concerned.”

“That’s just great. Just what I needed to hear. Any idea who he might be?”

“Dermagen are erratic in behavior, but analysis suggests he would be the most powerful male in the
house. Having control is very important to them. Remember that.”

“Benjamin Weller.”

“Yes, most likely.”

“Well, Mary has been interested in Mr. Weller for some time, so it shouldn’t be a problem to pull this
off.” I looked down at her lush body and grinned. “Shouldn’t be a problem at all.”

I lay back down on the bed. “Begin transmission.”

I closed my eyes and waited, knowing when I next became conscious, I would be close to three
hundred years in the past, looking for a dangerous alien for the first time in my rather unusual career.

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Earth, May1858

London, England

The Weller Mansion

I opened my eyes. The bed was soft beneath me—softer than I was used to. The feather quilt made me
feel hot though shedding it didn’t help. I rose, not at all surprised I was sleeping in the nude. I had, after
all, seen the real Mary Weller.

The wooden box containing my only modern convenience was in my right hand. Anything more complex
might give me away, which I could ill afford. As it was, I had enough working against me.

I ignored the dressing-gown on the chair by the bed and sat at the desk instead. The room was richly
appointed, if smaller than the room I’d shared with my husband. I thought of him, shook my head and
returned to the matter at hand. I opened the box, removed the cards and shuffled them. I thought it would
be uncomfortable but it wasn’t. Within a minute I had a tarot reading laid out on the desk before me.

To my surprise, the resultant card was the Ace of Wands. My target was nearby, most likely in this very
house. All I had to do was find him and rock his world. Piece of cake.

I winced at the inappropriate idiom. Having been on many previous missions, sometimes odd
phraseology crept into my vocabulary. I’d have to watch what I said lest I be suspected. I drew on my
dressing-gown, tied it at the waist, and cracked open the door. The house should have been asleep at
that hour or so I assumed. If I wanted to dress I would have to wake a servant, but had no reason to.

My memory of the house was perfect and I knew exactly where to find my husband’s bedroom. I
almost stopped in to surprise him, but decided against it. Jax had suggested his brother Benjamin was
likely my target, so that is where I would go.

It wouldn’t take long to find out one way or another. I just hoped the man was alone.

As I made my way down the wood-paneled corridor, I thought of what I knew about Benjamin Weller.
Not a bad looking man by any means. Tall, dark and handsome would best describe him, but of course,
there was more to it than that. He was about six feet tall—almost a giant by the standards of the
time—well-muscled but not muscle-bound. His short dark hair was almost black, his eyes a vivid green
and his moustache neatly trimmed.

Benjamin had never married and had a new ‘maid’ every week. We all knew these maids were common
whores, well maybe not common, but whores anyway, not that anyone dared point out the fact. With his
money and power, he had no reason to take a wife. Not with the parade of beauty he had to pick from.

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Still, I knew he also had lovers from society. I wondered if he’d feel guilty about bedding his brother’s
wife. Probably not, I decided. It was common knowledge he’d always seen Arthur, his younger brother,
my worthless husband, as more of a leech than family. Benjamin probably kept him around just to keep
an eye on him. It was well known they didn’t much like each other. I would play on that, of course. I’d
cling to any advantage I could find.

I looked around guiltily before knocking. In the mid twenty-second century, we didn’t have the same
sexual taboos that had lingered for so long, but after a mind transfer, it’s sometimes hard to separate your
own thoughts from those of the donor.

I knocked, then opened the door a crack. I assumed he was sleeping. I had never been in his
bedchamber before and so was surprised this was not his actual sleeping quarters but a private sitting
room. There was a palette on the floor where the maid was supposed to sleep. It was empty. Why
would he sleep alone when he could have his prize in bed with him? I crept silently through the room and
placed my ear to the door.

No sound. Whatever acts of sex had been going on had long since ceased. I thought I heard a gentle
snore, but could have been mistaken. Without knocking this time, I pushed the door ajar. It was almost
dark in the room. By the light of the dying fire, I could vaguely make out two shapes in the bed. I crept to
his side of the bed, well aware the man was lusty enough to take me in front of a servant. It would
probably turn him on.

The maid became aware first and sat up, startled. She saw me and cried out. I didn’t worry about being
discovered. I was certain many cries had been heard from Benjamin’s bedchamber.

“What is this?” asked the master of the house, sitting up.

“I apologize, Sir.”

He recognized my voice immediately. The maid/whore made no attempt to cover her nakedness. I
thought I could see a tentative smile, but it could have been my imagination.

“Explain yourself, Madam.”

“I couldn’t help myself, Sir. My husband…” I trailed off, knowing he’d ask.

“Yes?”

“He has a problem. A male problem.”

Benjamin’s laughter was loud and abrasive. I immediately couldn’t stand him. I knew beyond any doubt
I had already found the object of my quest.

“So even in that area my brother is a disgrace. It doesn’t surprise me. How long has it been, woman?”

“I can’t remember, Sir. Two years, maybe more. I awoke from a dream of a lascivious nature and could
wait no longer to beg your attentions.”

Again he laughed and turned to the girl beside him. “Light a lamp. This is going to be a night worth
remembering.”

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He patted the bed beside him and I sat, smiling at him, hopefully shyly. I suspected this was a man who
wanted to be in charge. And I’d let him too, until I pulled the cum from him and made him reveal himself
for what he was.

When the room grew bright I had a chance to look about me. The bed was a four-poster, which came
as no surprise, however it was larger than I thought it would be. Benjamin’s room was far nicer than
mine, effectively showcasing his wealth. I had no time to analyze what was around me, for already the
master of the house was untying the knot that held my modesty in place, ready to reveal my nakedness in
front of a whore. Had I truly been Mary Weller I’d have been mortified. Realizing this, I allowed myself
to get into character and blush. Let him have his fun now, soon it would all be over.

I couldn’t help but notice the size of his hands or the confidence with which he unknotted my robe. It fell
open, revealing my pale breasts. He cupped one experimentally, hefted then released it, before moving
his hand to my waist.

He turned me toward him and I didn’t resist. I lowered my gaze so I didn’t meet his eyes. For some
reason I feared them. I had never before experienced that sensation and it unnerved me. I had to remind
myself I was here on business, and failure would likely be punishable by death.

He sat forward, embracing my right nipple with his lips. At first he just placed them there, kissing the
nipple itself, then around it. I gasped and arched my back, no longer acting. Benjamin knew what he was
doing. His lips closed on the nipple, first teasing it, then stroking. I felt it harden and gasped again when
he closed his teeth around it and pulled. My hands found the back of his head, and I shuddered. I had no
doubt he would believe me a woman who hadn’t had sex in two years.

The maid, who had been watching, sat behind me and slid the robe from my shoulders. It fell to the
middle of my back and I felt her lips on the nape of my neck. I had not expected an advance from the
woman, but of course, had been with women before and had often enjoyed their company. I had to
remind myself Benjamin was my target and that I had one job and one job only—make him cum for me
so I could ascertain his true identity. Then it would only be a matter of moments before I activated the
transmitter in my brain, which wouldn’t stop him from shape shifting again, but would prevent him from
traveling in time. Stranded in the nineteenth century, he couldn’t do much to hurt the future.

He was working on my left breast now, and the maid, still kissing my neck and shoulders, was working
the robe off my arms. I was aware all this oral attention was making me wet, turning me on, driving me
almost to distraction. It would soon be time to turn the tables before I let things get too far. I had not
forgotten Jax’s warning. I could not allow myself to cum. At the thought, I felt a twinge between my
thighs and realized that might be harder than I’d initially envisioned.

Wanting to correct the situation, I tried to reach for Benjamin’s cock, clearly visible beneath the sheet.
The length of it was impressive but the thickness even more so. I stared, fascinated in spite of myself, but
couldn’t reach it. The robe around my arms prevented me from stretching that far, and the girl behind me
held it taut, so I could barely move, almost as if I were bound by my own robe.

He redoubled his attention to my breasts, first one, then the other. I squirmed, held fast by the woman
behind me, who was stronger than I thought she’d be. I struggled as much as I could, but could do little
but comply when he placed a hand on my thigh and urged me to open for him. I didn’t want to but my
body responded as if it had a will of its own.

I was completely conscious of that hand as it slid up my thigh. He had abandoned my breasts, but the
maid had taken his place, reaching from behind. Her fingers found my nipples and toyed with them,

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sending a new flood of warmth to my cunt. Most women of this era would blanch at the word, but I
embraced the thought of it, sending a shudder through my entire body. If I didn’t do something soon, I
would have no choice but to release, and in doing so, would give the enemy an advantage from which I
might never recover.

His fingers had reached the top of my leg and his thumb reached down, ever so slowly to tease my clit. I
practically jumped from the bed, would have if I hadn’t been held from behind. My clit was already
swollen and aching. His thumb was merciless, circling and pushing, then moving down into the wetness
below. My lips parted easily for him. His eyes never strayed from the sight of my aching cunt, and the
wetness as it spread onto the silken sheets.

The smell of my own excitement aroused me as never before. I had never been restrained so and found I
liked it, too much I’m afraid. That damnable maid behind me never ceased her labors and that thumb
within bent to scrape my cunt wall. I found myself writhing on it, drawing closer and closer to an orgasm I
couldn’t have.

If I didn’t do something soon I’d be in trouble, but I could barely think. Only by chance did my
opportunity to act arise.

“Move her further onto the bed,” he commanded. I knew already every word from his mouth would be
a command. I hated him for it and the power he seemed to have over my body. I wondered if that was
an effect of the man himself, or the alien who had stolen his likeness.

Again the maid proved her strength and it startled me, until I realized a working girl was probably far
more likely to possess such strength, whereas I, who did virtually no physical labor, could barely
compete in that arena. She soon had me lying on my back, holding both hands over my head. I struggled
weakly, but by then my need made any resistance difficult.

When he stood before me in all his glorious nakedness, I knew I could refuse him nothing. His cock
stood at attention like a soldier, and I marveled at the shape shifter’s ability to so completely steal the
form of a human. Then he was on the bed over me, cock teasing the entrance to my cunt. Each time it
strayed between my lips, the head got wetter, each time it sprang away, it smacked my clit. I jumped and
moaned at every contact, hips bucking off the bed. I had to hold out long enough to make him cum first.
It would be—easier said than done.

He entered me with a tremendous thrust, so hard my entire body was pushed upwards. I cried out,
screamed, returned his thrusts with equal force, almost losing myself completely in the feeling of his
thickness.

He was over me, supporting himself on his arms, thrusting with a lust I had never known. I had slept with
relatively few men of the past, and had never known such primal passion existed. Or was it the alien who
did this to me, stealing my soul as might any demon? I couldn’t answer and no longer cared—until the
priority 1.1 flashed into my head. The entire human race depended on me.

At that thought, I fought back, struggled as hard as I could, gyrated my pelvis jerking that cock off with
my entire body. He continued to thrust into me, each powerful motion sending me closer and closer to
the edge but I hung on, squeezing his cock with my inner muscles. I could feel his thrusts increasing in
intensity, but that only made it harder for me to concentrate. I growled and moved harder, meeting his
force with my own ferocity, demanding his cum. I could almost imagine the precum leaking into my wet
cunt and at the thought almost lost control completely. I realized then I wanted his cum more than
anything and redoubled my efforts.

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Then I felt something I’d never felt before, an intruder in my mind. Not like Mary Weller’s memories,
but an alien invader moving into my deepest need.

“No!”

Don’t be so surprised. Surely you suspected I was telepathic?

I squirmed, the voice stroking my mind as that cock stroked my cunt. There was no possible way I
could fight it, yet I had to for humanity’s sake.

Oh, by all means struggle. You can’t win you know. Already your cum builds to the point of no return.
Soon, you will beg to give it to me.

“Nooooooooooooooooooooooo!”

The thrusting never stopped, and the thing in my mind was relentless. I started to sob as I struggled,
certain I was fighting a losing battle—but I wasn’t the only one who would lose.

Your desperation turns me on. It will be such a pleasure to take your will. You know at the moment of
orgasm, your mind will be laid open to me, and I will plant a seed. After that, you will find you see things
my way. It’s really quite painless. All you have to do is cum. You want to cum, don’t you?

“No, please stop…”

Benjamin laughed and thrust harder. The voice in my mind continued to torture me.

It would be so easy to let go, wouldn’t it? Just one small moment, and you could feel so good…such
release. Don’t you want to cum? Don’t you need to?

I screamed again, but that just seemed to turn him on more. “God, please, no more…” But it was
winning and I knew it.

Cum for me, Mary. Cum so hard for me. You need to cum. Cum NOW!

The last word was spoken as a command, and against my will I felt it start. Wave after wave rocked me
and, as predicted, my mind opened to a new form of rape.

Cum gushed over his cock, driving him over the edge, but by then it didn’t matter. That cock spurted
inside me, driving me even further over the brink. My cunt muscles contracted, milking every drop from
that hardness, but the real rape was happening inside my mind. I could feel its presence but could do
nothing about it. I had no idea what the creature had in store for me, only that I wouldn’t like it.

Benjamin tensed one final time, then collapsed on me. Only after I was pinned under his weight did I
realize he hadn’t changed. With sudden realization I turned my attention to the maid, who now stood
over me, looking down.

“It was you all along.”

“Of course. You didn’t think I’d pick so obvious a target, did you?”

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“But our files…the most powerful man…” I could barely breathe or move.

“Who has more power, the most powerful man or the woman who controls him?”

Her laughter sent a chill down my spine.

“What do you want from me?”

“I might ask you the same question. After all, it is you who is hunting me.”

I couldn’t escape from beneath Benjamin. It took me a while to realize he held me deliberately, no doubt
controlled by the creature.

“You are a danger to the human race!”

The maid laughed again, then smiled. I felt a pang of lust. With great difficulty I forced it down.

“I’m no danger. If I were, do you think they’d send one agent, an agent such as yourself, to hunt me?”

I hadn’t even considered the fact. I tried to think, still aware of the alien presence in my brain. “But the
priority…”

“Perhaps your agency is more corrupt than you know. Alas, I can no longer stay here. My security has
been breached and it will no doubt be a short time before another agent tries. So I must bid you
farewell.”

The thought of it leaving was almost as painful as the thought of my failure. “Please...don’t go. Take me
with you. If I go back they’ll kill me.” I couldn’t believe the words were coming from my lips.

“Of course they won’t kill you. They need you. You are the only one who has ever felt my presence.
They can’t afford to kill you.”

And with that she vanished as if she had never been. Only then did Benjamin stand, a confused look in
his dark eyes. “What…how?”

“Don’t worry about it, Ben. Your secret is safe with me.”

I left him there as I made my way back to Mary’s room. Soon I would send the return signal, and Mary
and I would switch places again. She’d remember none of it, even if she did awaken. Jax would have
wiped recent events from her memory.

I lay down on her bed, only taking the cards as an afterthought.

I couldn’t feel its presence anymore, but its words continued to trouble me. I wondered if that was
something I’d have felt anyway, or if the alien presence in my mind was altering the way I thought. I
wondered if I’d ever know.

I signaled for the return and closed my eyes. When I awoke, I would be in the twenty-second century.

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About the Author

Master Nage is a real life D/s Master, living in Hobart, Tasmania with his slave (and wife) dana. He’s
practiced BDSM since 1992, both online and in real life. Master Nage, unlike many Dominants, is into
psychological domination and sexual combat. Many of the situations from his books are taken from real
life BDSM scenes.

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