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  Luna Rising

  Copyright ã 2005 Master Nage

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  Dedication:

  For Jaynie, the button pusher

  Earth, June 2147

  Time Police Headquarters

  New Warsaw, Europa

  I wasn’t surprised to find the walls of my quarters bare. I had long ago set the motif of my compartment to reflect my mood; at the moment it reflected the emptiness within. An emptiness that would soon give way to despair, at which point the walls would darken. It would not be an improvement.

  Twice I had been mind-raped by the dermagen shape shifter, and both times had failed to strand him in time. He’d not only beaten me—he’d humiliated me. He’d outthought me every step of the way. I had no idea what price humanity would pay for my weakness, but I was sure it would be steep. Perhaps it would even spell mankind’s end.

  With that realization, I knew I had no choice but to tell what had happened, even though I would be put to death for having lied in the first place. It didn’t matter. My life was insignificant when weighed against the survival of my species.

  Yet I couldn’t tell Jondhru. I just couldn’t. He terrified me, particularly because he’d yet to summon me to his office for disciplinary action. That could only mean one thing. I was going to be court-martialed and most likely executed for failure. No less than I deserved. But if I died without doing what I could to defend my people, my entire life would be a waste.

  The walls of my room turned from dull gray to dull blue, hardly progress, but what did I expect. I was awaiting a dishonorable death, still not certain I could betray the creature that had used me so badly. I thought about him and sank to my knees. He couldn’t control me to that degree, he just couldn’t.

  Still naked, I fled my quarters and ran down the corridor, not caring who saw me. I made it down to control in record time, not at all surprised to find Jax on duty. I could confess to him. At least he wouldn’t judge me.

  “Hello, Jax.”

  “Luna, what are you doing here? You are not scheduled for a mission.”

  “I just wanted to talk. Do you have a moment?”

  “Of course, Luna. What can I do for you?”

  I studied him. He was so like Jerico—blond-haired, blue-eyed, and physically perfect—I shuddered, but I was in too much pain to become aroused. It wouldn’t have mattered. His lifeless eyes and voice did nothing for me.

  “I need to tell you something important...”

  I opened my mouth to reveal the traitor for what he was. I tried to force the words out, but pain engulfed me. I fell to my knees then to the floor, clutching my stomach. I felt as if someone had jabbed a flaming spear into my small intestine.

  “Luna, are you all right?”

  I tried again, but the pain intensified until I wanted to die.

  I won’t say anything. Please. Stop. Your secret is safe with me.

  Almost at once the pain subsided, leaving me panting and gasping on the metal control room floor. There were no flux walls in the control room; there was no need for them. Only hard, cold metal, as hard as the fear beginning to form in my heart. I could not betray the dermagen even if it meant the end of existence as I knew it.

  “Yes, I’m fine. I think two missions so close together have caused higher stress levels than I would have normally experienced. I just need to rest.”

  I had never been a good liar, but this time I pulled it off and hated myself for it. I thought about trying to get the words out and a pang went through me, reminding me of the torture I’d just experienced. The dermagen had done his job well. There was no way I could reveal that he’d taken over Jerico, giving him an advantage that I was certain would haunt me for the rest of my life—what little was left of it.

  “Are you certain you’re okay?”

  “Yes, Jax, I’m sure. Thanks.”

  Without another word, I left the control room and returned to my quarters. As soon as I entered, the walls turned solid black and stayed that way.

  * * * *

  For more than an hour I stared at the computer terminal. There had to be a way to communicate with someone—anyone—about what had happened. I had already tried recording a message for a friend, and the pain threatened to return before I could get the words out. It wouldn’t let me contact anyone.

  Then the idea struck me. What if I recorded a log? My own personal log. No one would see that but me. Later, I could find a way to share it with the world. It was possible they would go through it after my trial, when I no longer had the right to privacy. I was not looking forward to being court-martialed, but that might be humanity’s only hope. It doesn’t get more ironic. Of course, I didn’t know whether or not the dermagen would allow me to leave a log.

  Which brought another question to mind. If the dermagen was still in the past, how could he be controlling me? It didn’t seem possible. Then I remembered the tendrils he’d sent out. I could almost picture them, intertwined in my mind, reaching down into my very soul. The thought sent a shudder through my body.

  I could delay no longer.

  “Computer, record personal log entry, time and date stamp.”

  “Recording, Agent Luna.”

  “I am just back from the end of the twentieth century, my second mission in as many days. I am tired and in pain from my ordeal, but I will heal. I wish I could say the same for…hu…man…kind.”

  The pain arose as soon as I tried to mention the threat. I clutched my stomach and doubled over, but forced myself to keep talking.

  “Derm…gen…shifter…betrayed…android… replaced…aaaarrrrghhhhhhhhhhhh!”

  The pain was too great and wasn’t subsiding. If it continued, I would certainly die. Writhing on the floor, sweat pouring from my forehead, I could barely think. My body started to spasm and I knew the end was near.

  “Com…puter…cancel log.”

  “Log canceled.”

  At once the pain withdrew. I remained on the cold floor for a long time, too exhausted to even cry.

  * * * *

  That night, as I lay in bed, the first wave of withdrawal hit me. I had expected it but hadn’t been prepared for anything quite so horrible after only a single dose of the dermagen’s poison. Sweat poured from my aching body, the air felt so thick I choked on it, and I couldn’t do anything to stop the pounding in my skull. I wanted to die so badly I almost took my life, but couldn’t if there was even a single chance I could find a way to communicate what I knew to my superiors.

  When the hallucinations began, I wasn’t at all surprised that they were sexual in nature. My body started to vibrate, as if someone had run a current through it. My breasts tingled and I touched them. They ached to be sucked. I felt a presence and tu
rned my head.

  He was a large man, green eyed, dark haired, and he’d been dead for a couple of hundred years. Benjamin Weller couldn’t be here, but my mind was no longer my own. Between the dermagen’s poison and his mind-rape, I wasn’t sure I was even sane.

  When he reached for me, I tried to squirm away. His course laughter filled the room. Around me, the walls lit up with random acts of sex. Everywhere I looked, I was being taken by a different man, in a different position. I whimpered and focused on the intruder, who had already forced my legs apart. I tried to close them, but he was too strong. Then he lowered his head and his tongue emerged.

  Again I whimpered then moaned. My hands went to his hair and tried to pull him in deeper. His tongue parted my lips, flicked at my clit, circled slowly. His hands stroked my body until I was aflame. My juices flowed like a river, and I cried out in lust and fear. I’d never been more turned on or terrified in my entire life. He licked and licked, taking me higher and higher, robbing me of even the illusion of control.

  His finger tickled my ass and slid inside, raping me slowly, matching the rhythm of his tongue. When he lifted his head, I cried out, first because he’d stopped, then because Benjamin Weller was no longer there.

  He pulled me to my feet, and I fought to associate a name with the bald head and blue eyes. Cassin. It was Cassin. Already I was on my knees before him. His cock, impossibly large, impossibly hard, was in my hand and I stroked hard, trying to coax the cum from his balls. The cum I needed to taste so bad. I squeezed, rolled it between my hands, then put my mouth around it and started to suck.

  I closed my eyes and sucked with all my strength. Please...please...I need to taste it. My lips pressed along the shaft, my tongue circled it, my entire being strained for the merest taste of his hot, creamy cum. Yet no matter how hard I sucked and pleaded, not a single drop emerged.

  In anger, I pulled away and looked up. Cassin too was gone and Jerico was there, the android, the dermagen—at the same time my worst enemy and greatest desire. I was too filled with lust to resist anything, so when he grabbed my hair and jerked me to my feet, I went with it, waiting only to see what he would require of my body.

  He turned me around and bent me over the bed. His cock teased the entrance to my cunt. The head entered, then withdrew and slid down to touch my clit. Then he moved it back up and drove into me.

  This couldn’t be happening, but I felt it, every single movement. I felt the length and thickness of his shaft stroking my cunt walls and his hands clutching my waist. I heard his breathing grow faster, harder, until he was moaning almost as loud as me. I wanted to cum so bad I was in tears.

  “Please...I need to cum.”

  “Luna...”

  “Please…”

  “Luna...”

  “Don’t tease me. Take me. Rip my cum from me. Make me yours. Please. I beg you.”

  “Luna, are you there? Can you hear me?”

  I opened my eyes. I was alone in the room. The walls were again barren. My entire body was bathed in sweat. I was panting.

  “Luna, I know you’re there. And if you’re not down in my office in five minutes there’ll be hell to pay.”

  Shit…Jondhru. I couldn’t see him like this, I just couldn’t. But he’d given me an order and there was nothing to do but follow it. I stopped only to dry the juices that still flowed from my cunt, then put on a long skirt and blouse and set them to opaque. It was bad enough I felt like a slut, I didn’t need to advertise.

  * * * *

  The walk down the flux corridor to Jondhru’s office never seemed as long. Unlike the last time, the door opened as soon as I arrived. I had wanted a moment to prepare myself before entering, but that wasn’t allowed me. Drawing a breath, I entered. I had never been more frightened.

  He watched me but said nothing. His face displayed no inkling of his intentions, which did nothing to ease my discomfort. A trickle of sweat slid down the side of my face.

  “Why, Luna...are you afraid?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He walked around the desk until he stood only inches away. I backed up until I felt the wall behind me. He stopped moving. I didn’t understand why. I tried to edge away, but something had grasped my wrists and ankles. I looked down. Several pale hands jutted from the wall, holding me in place. I struggled but wasn’t strong enough to break their grip. More hands emerged. They held my arms and legs perfectly still. There was no escape.

  Jondhru closed the distance between us. He removed a laser knife and started to cut my clothes. I gasped when my shirt fell open, revealing my breasts. He’d seen me naked before, but this was very different.

  “Sir…what are you doing?”

  “You’re a very attractive woman, Luna.”

  This couldn’t be happening. I tried to keep calm.

  “You never found me so before, Sir.”

  “It is my opinion, Agent Luna, that never is a woman more beautiful than when she is terrified. Wouldn’t you agree?”

  He cut the skirt from my waist, and just like that I was completely naked. I sobbed. He laughed.

  “Please. It wasn’t my fault.”

  “What wasn’t your fault, Agent Luna?”

  I wanted to tell him but knew I couldn’t. I remembered too clearly the pain.

  “I didn’t betray the agency.”

  “But you did, Luna. You allowed that thing to touch you. Allowed it to enter your mind. And you failed to strand it. Do you know what happens now?”

  “No, Sir.”

  He slid a hand down my naked body. I tried to cringe, but it wasn’t allowed. I could only attempt to struggle, while he stroked my body gently, repeatedly.

  “Please, don’t...”

  I was already so horny I wanted to die, yet I couldn’t let him have me—not Jondhru. He continued to stroke my body, drove me mad with wanting in spite of myself. I’d like to think I fought, but at that point I was his for the taking. There was nothing I could do. My own juices betrayed me. I could feel the wetness leaking down my thighs. Jondhru had to be as aware of it as I.

  “Please, don’t do this to me.”

  “Why Luna? Why shouldn’t I do this? You’ve failed. Now you will pay.”

  I sobbed again then moaned, thrusting my cunt toward him as best I could. He laughed.

  “Is Luna a horny girl?”

  “No, please!”

  “What’s the matter, Luna? You can tell me.”

  “Please stop. I’m so hot.”

  “Oh, I know you are. I’m counting on it. It will make your taking so much more satisfying. I’m going to give you one chance to survive, Luna, and one chance only. I’m going to release you and then I’m going to fuck you. The moment you cum, you die. If you can resist, I’ll spare your life.”

  “Oh God.”

  At his thought, the hands released me and dissolved back into the wall. I sagged and he caught me. I tried to struggle, but he dragged me to the desk.

  “You’ve failed, Luna. You’ve betrayed not only the agency but all humanity. And you will pay.”

  I wanted to argue but knew he was right. Whatever happened to me I deserved. Still, he’d given me a chance to survive, yet it was a double-edged sword. The very act of resisting orgasm turned me on fiercely. That I couldn’t cum was the biggest turn on of all. And Jondhru was doing his utmost to take advantage of my weakness.

  Already he had my nipples in his fingers and he rolled them back and forth. Then he lowered his mouth, still pinching one, while his lips attacked the other. He sucked, and I squirmed and moaned, hoping he would never stop, knowing if he kept going I would pay with my life. I almost couldn’t bring myself to care.

  His hand slid from my breast and started down my body, slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. He grabbed my nipple with his teeth and pulled, gently at first then harder. I felt the cum build inside me and started to cry, for I knew it was only a matter of time. That Jondhru knew it too humiliated me.

  By the time his fingers fou
nd my wetness, I could barely breathe. I moaned and panted and writhed on his fingers. He pulled away from me to watch my face.

  “That’s it, Luna. That’s a good girl. Sign your own death warrant. You know you can’t help it.”

  “Oh God. I need to cum so bad.”

  “I know that, Luna.”

  He thrust his fingers hard inside, and I screamed with the pleasure of it. My juices leaked over his hand. I’d never been more turned on in my life. I felt my orgasm build and tried to hold back, but the more I tried, the hotter I got. Soon, I wouldn’t be able to control it.

  He laughed and lowered his head.

  “Please, Jondhru. Don’t...don’t do this to me.”

  “Don’t you want me to lick it?”

  “Yes, yes, but please don’t. I’ll cum if you do.”

  “I’m counting on that, Luna. You’re going to cum so hard for me. And then you’re going to die so good.”

  “Oh my God!”

  In a matter of seconds it would be over. I needed release so bad, there was no price too high to pay. Not even my life. I tried to fight for a moment longer before I felt it start. Jondhru’s laughter made it that much hotter.

  I screamed with the force of my orgasm and my cum gushed like a waterfall. At that moment, I didn’t care that I was about to die. Only the sensation, the waves of pleasure meant anything.

  Jondhru laughed. “That’s a good girl. Cum so good for me. Cum so hard. Cum for the last time in your miserable life.”

  I kept cumming until I thought I would pass out. I wanted to die then, to fade away, to escape this humiliation, but it wasn’t allowed. I was still panting when the office door opened.

  “Jerico!” I shouted.

  He was no longer an android, yet I was the only one who knew it. In his right hand he held a blaster leveled at Jondhru. The head of the Time Police removed his fingers from me and turned to face his adversary.

  “So, she has betrayed me in more ways than one,” said Jondhru.