Hot Doctor Erotica Story Collection

by Lucie Lickstaff

  “Speak!” He drawled in a deep voice.

  “A fresh group of Earth’s bid has arrived.” The announcer went on. “You are free to choose one or more for your own from these ten lovely maidens.”

  Galina stared at the lone figure shrouded in shadow before the assembled women. Ogden Maalox must be a pretty powerful warlord to sit all by himself in a makeshift throne room, or a very poor one, she thought. She glanced at the other women; every one of them shook with fear.

  The room was dimly lit, stifling and hot, and yet the women shivered. The metallic announcer introduced each one of them to the warlord, giving him a brief description of their backgrounds and skills. He sat as still as a statue, only his cold, languid eyes regarded them one by one. Galina knew this was her chance. When her name was called out and he looked at her, she made eye contact, unlike the others who stared at their feet. She felt his gaze intensify as their eyes locked. She went a step further and ran her tongue seductively over her lips and narrowed her eyes.

  Ogden Maalox’s dark eyes remained in her, even as the next girl was introduced. She knew she had him. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, exaggeratedly pushing her curvy hip outward. As he raised his large hand for the announcer to stop, Galina closed her eyes and smiled. She had won him over.

  “I choose her.” He pointed at Galina. “The rest may leave.”

  As the other women hurriedly exited the stuffy room, Galina ignored them and walked up slowly to the makeshift throne. Ogden’s eyes remained on her, his grim lips slowly curving up in a smile.

  “A willing one I never did see, so far in my twenty two years in charge of this place.” He said, rubbing his chin.

  “Have you had many women from Earth then?” She dared to probe.

  “Every five years, that’s Earth years, they send us a fresh group, to barter for resources.” He sighed. “Sadly, I have found none to my liking.”

  “What happened to them?” She looked at him apprehensively, still unable to discern his face in the dimness.

  “I killed them all.” He snarled, cracking his knuckles for emphasis.

  “What?” A cold chill seized her entire body.

  His laughter was loud and booming. He waved his hands and the room began to grow brighter and even warmer.

  “Do not be alarmed, little one,” He leaned forward. “I am merely jesting. All of them are well and wedded to others. Women are rare here on Mars, and thus that gives the Earth leverage over us.”

  She stared at him, unsure of herself. She could see his face a bit better now and the rest of his body. His head was clean shaved and he was pale of skin, almost white with a greenish hue. She understood that the hostile Martian environment required the humans to evolve that way, over the last two hundred years. Other than that he was just as human as she was. His huge muscular body and powerful limbs emanated a feral strength she had rarely seen in the men back on Earth.

  “Now you, young Galina Delarosa, of the American North Sector S-659.” He stared into her wide eyes. “You intrigue me. And I am impressed by your lack of fear and your daring spirit.”

  “So you’ve chosen me as yours?” She braved.

  “Oh yes, it’s about time the supreme warlord of Hagar Mills had a wife to rule beside him.”

  “Why are you a warlord?” She raised an eyebrow. “Are their wars going on here all the time?”

  His laughter boomed out again. “No, we are a peaceful settlement of miners, harvesters and traders. We call ourselves warlords because we are on Mars, the planet of war.”

  Galina shrugged. “What then would they call those on Venus… lovelords?”

  “I wouldn’t know, but love…” He looked at her appreciatively. “I can be good at it too.”

  “And why is it so hot here?” She ran her hand over her brow.

  “It’s the byproduct of the artificial air we need to create.” He replied casually. “You’ll get used to it. Now enough talk, show me why I chose you. Undress and let me feast upon your beauty.”

  “Really, am I just supposed to parade myself before you in the nude?” She cocked her head, glaring at him.

  “Yes, you are mine to do as I please.” He leaned back on his throne as if to enjoy a whore.

  “And what if I refuse?” She folded her arms over her chest.

  “You have no choice.” He shook his head from side to side. “And didn’t I pick up signs that you are here on your own free will.”

  “Yes, but that was before I knew you’re a king of a barren world, without even a palace or a proper throne room.” She challenged him.

  “Is being insolent to your lord and master a thing prevalent on Earth this century?” His lips curled in a smile but his eyes were grim.

  “May be, but you’re not my lord and master.” Galina examined her nails.

  “Oh, I am…” He grinned. “You are mine, by seal and contract. Now strip.”

  Galina knew he was right. The moment she had agreed to this arrangement, she knew that she would become no better than a slave, a property owned by an Alien. Yes, indeed, by being away from Earth for so long, the humans themselves had become the very Aliens they had sought for most part of the 20 th and 21 st centuries.

  The heat had begun to make her feel uncomfortable and the idea of dropping her body hugging suit felt like a good one. She had nothing to hide from Ogden. Sooner or later he would be making love to her anyway.

  Ogden waved his hand again and strange pipe music, haunting and yet sexy, floated all around her. She sensed it taking over her mind, almost hypnotically. Her hands rose up and she swayed from side to side almost as if in a trance. Her body began to undulate like an exotic dancer, and her hands began to caress herself. She knew what she was doing, completely aware of herself, yet unable to control her own body.

  She slowly began to peel off her containment suit, undoing the complex fasteners and many buttons and straps. She had else nothing on under it, and when she peeled it all off, she stood naked as the day she was born before his cold, appraising eyes. The sickly heat in the room felt clammy on her naked skin and yet she was covered in Goosebumps.

  “Marvelous.” She heard him whisper. “A most desirous creature indeed.”

  She looked at him and her pulse raced. He was still sitting on the throne, watching her, his eyes drinking in every sensual aspect of her young naked beauty. She wondered if he would take her right there in his makeshift throne room, but he still sat there like a block of stone. Her body began to move again, without her telling it to, and her hands caressed her nakedness as she danced for his pleasure to the most haunting music she had ever heard.

  “Satiate yourself for my pleasure.” Galina heard his deep voice; it seemed to echo inside her head. She had no power over herself as her hands lazily roamed all over her shivering body, making her moan. She held her succulent breasts and squeezed the warm flesh, pushing them out toward him. She heard his breathing rise. Her slender fingers teased her nipples, tweaking them to rise up and poke out. The rich brown little nubs stood out proud, pulsing painfully. She moaned again and rubbed her naked thighs together. Dampness spread over her inner thighs and she massaged her swollen clitoris, as she lowered herself to her knees and spread her legs wide. Exposing her wet pussy to the unobstructed view of the smiling warlord, Galina slipped her slender fingers over her aching pussy and reluctantly began to masturbate herself. Her breathing was sharp and ragged as she stroked herself with passionate abandon.

  “What am I doing?” Galina thought frantically, she wanted to stop but her body was beyond her control. It seem to have a mind of its own, and she felt a cold chill run down her spine, Somehow Ogden had the power to control her. It must be a Martian evolutionary mutation, she concluded. She was in full coherence of what she was doing and tried to fight it at every moment, but she felt completely helpless.

  She looked up at Ogden, he was watching her intensely, and his dark eyes had an eerie glow to them. She felt a thousand impulses come alive a
ll over her at once and her body gave in. An intense orgasm ripped though her, making her shudder and curl up on the floor before him. She could sense his wanton lust for her inside her mind, mingled with the explosive colors of pleasure flooding her.

  “Well done, my lovely.” She heard his voice calmly say but she couldn’t focus clearly on it; her mind felt heavy and lost in rapture. She didn’t even know where she was. Then everything went black.

  When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in a cool, dark place with an open skylight. She could see the stars twinkling high up in the thin atmosphere of the red planet. She was wearing a translucent material that wrapped around her curvy body like a sarong.

  “Where am I?” She asked in awe.

  “On Mars.” He replied patiently.

  “No, I mean… where on Mars am I?” She looked around the strange looking room they were in. It was a semi-spherical dome like structure and the walls were studded with sparkling stones of all shapes, sizes and colors.

  “This is the Quarra Loa Dome. When we stand here to take the oath and consummate our union, we are officially wedded.” Ogden said solemnly.

  “Wedded?” She was confused. “But we are the only ones here.”

  “Yes, on Mars, a wedding is a very private affair.” He took a deep breath.

  “Really? And how will everyone know…” She searched his face.

  “On the holographic viewer that I as Warlord can transmit this wedding trough to one and all.”

  “You mean everyone gets a peep show?” She was aghast.

  “Yes, and they pay well for it too.”

  “Then how is it private?”

  “It’s on a private network.” He laughed.

  “I don’t believe this.” She shook her head. “This is so freaking crazy.”

  “On Mars we make the best of everything we can.” He nodded grimly.

  “So that’s why you need all the women from Earth.” She spat.

  “Yes, and also for the procreation of our species.” He said. “But all that matters little to you, here you have a better life than on Earth… as the warlord’s woman.”

  “Sure, that sounds good, but I wasn’t prepared to star in a sex movie for Martian pervs.” Galina pouted.

  “You have nothing to lose and everything to gain.” Ogden sounded solemn.

  “I suppose you’ll be using your mind control thing on me again, like you did to make me masturbate for you.” She glared at him.

  “No, this time, you will be in control of your senses.” He assured her, spreading his hands and bowing slightly.

  “And if I refuse.” She turned her nose up in the air.

  “That’s not an option, but a struggle will increase the ratings.” He grinned from ear to ear.

  “This is crazy.” She stamped her foot.

  “You better believe it.” He laughed. “It’s all or nothing here on Mars. What will it be, my lovely?”

  She glared at him for a while, her mind unsettled, but she instinctively felt she connected with him. It also excited her that she would be watched by several thousand horny Martians. Back on Earth she would be lucky to get even one person to appreciate her.

  “It will be ‘all’,” She said defiantly. “But you’ve got to make me want it. Are you man enough to do that, Martian?”

  “Ah, the infamous North American spunk that I heard so much about.” He rubbed his jaw. “I thought they stopped making women like that a century ago.”

  “Well, I broke the mould.” She sneered. “And now I am here on Mars to set a new one.”

  “We shall see, wont we?” He rubbed his hands gleefully.

  He was beside her in a flash, grasping her slender hands. She gasped at the speed he had taken a hold of her. A strange odor filled the room, followed by the hypnotic music she had heard before. She wrenched her hand free and slapped his across the face. He grinned, licking at the trickle of blood on his split lip.

  “Brilliant, my dear.” He whispered. “Let’s put on a real hotter than hell show.”

  “Here’s to money in the bank.” She snorted and kicked out at his groin.

  Ogden was too quick for her. His massive frame moved out of her way and he grabbed her again, spinning her around and throwing her face down across his raised knee. She felt the breath leave her as she slumped over this tree trunk like thigh. She realized he was naked. She hadn’t even seen when he had removed his suit.

  “You have insulted the great warlord of Hagar Mills, woman of Earth.” His voice boomed. “You shall pay for your effrontery.”

  “Do what you will, you brute.” She screamed, struggling against his superior strength. “This girl can take it and then some.”

  He ran his fingers tenderly across her back and sexy rump, feeling her smooth skin over the sheer material of the sarong. His fingers dug in and he ripped it off her in one motion. She felt the material sting her soft flesh and it excited her. She reached down and clawed at the underside of his muscular thigh, not quite able to reach his freely swinging genitals.

  “Your wish shall be granted.” He said in a deep voice.

  She felt his hard fingers caress her naked buttocks, kneading and pinching the soft silky skin. She winced and then jerked up as his hand came down hard across her rump, stinging sharply. Welts formed instantly, she felt the heat and ache as the marks swelled up. Galina bit her lips, stopping herself from crying out. He struck her again and she gasped, her body quivering under the assault. The pain was more pleasurable than it hurt and she began to get aroused.

  “Is that all, O great conquering Warlord of Mars,” She goaded him, fighting back her tears. “That’s all you can do to a frail little Earth gal like me?”

  “Be careful what you wish for, little one.” Ogden said softly, but his hand came down hard.

  Her head jerked up, her back arched and she raised her knees up under his dense leg. He was an incredibly strong man to keep her slung over his thigh and spank her like that. She heard him spit in to his hand and then felt another sharp sting as he brought his hand down again. Her buttocks burned as his saliva smeared over the welts and bruises. If he continued this way she couldn’t sit for a month, she thought.

  But begging for mercy was beyond her; instead she continued to goad him on. Her body shivered violently, her face was wet with tears, but she didn’t cry out, even though her smarting buttocks screamed for reprieve. And yet she had never been more turned on in her life. Her pussy was dripping wet, dribbling her juices down her thighs and over his leg as well. Her heart thumped hard against her chest and her breath came in short excited bursts. She felt his organ rise up under her and press against her thigh. She still couldn’t see it or reach for it, but she knew she would soon enough.

  “Oh, are you getting uncomfortable treating your dear wife in this way?” She purred. “I can feel your discomfort rising up against me.”

  “Oh, you haven’t felt anything yet.” He countered, cracking across her stinging butt again. “I’ll soon have you begging for mercy more eloquently than your reckless goading.”

  “Oh, yes… yes.” She sniffed. “Punish me, Great Warlord, for making fun of you in front of your entire dukedom of six people.”

  “Oh, I’ll drive the sauciness out of you if it’s the last thing I do, wench.” He roared, yanking her up like a rag doll and walking towards the wall.

  He then fastened her wrists to a pair of shackles on the wall, and her ankles to the floor. A protruding platform pushed at her belly, making her rump stick out for more punishment. Ogden stood back and admired her quivering sexuality and his handiwork on her soft white flesh, nodding his head in satisfaction.

  “What now, my lord.” Galina panted, hanging her head down. She couldn’t see him at all now with her facing the wall.

  “Now you will feel the wrath of Martian love on your tender Earthling hide.” His voice had an edge to it, as if he was in pain.

  “Oh, master.” She moaned. “Punish me; ravage me till you’re happ
y.”

  “You got that, woman.” His voice was a hoarse, savage snarl and she heard the buzz of something electrical charge up the air.

  The incessant hum of the device he held in his hands made her anticipation forget about the pain from his brutal spankings. She wanted to see what it was but couldn’t and that heightened her excitement. Then suddenly she felt something strike her protruded buttocks again. It was warm and metallic, and stuck to her smarting rump as if it had suction caps on it. A tingling buzz emanated from it, jiggling her soft flesh gently.

  “Do you know what this is?” He barked. “This is the brat breaker, this will have you sniveling and screaming for forgiveness in no time… it’s my own hand held version of something called a Symbian used back on Earth long ago to satiate wild women like you.”