Luna Waning

by Master Nage

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, 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.

  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 coll
apsed 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?”

  “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.

  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.