Dark Doctor

Part One

by

Sabrina Lonewalker

He stood there at the control console, a man of average height, wearing a black frock coat with dark trousers, a pearl grey waistcoat and cravat. He had chestnut curls that brushed his shoulders. His elegant poet's face looked benign but his blue eyes were not. They were hard, cold and the aura around him was evil. His smile was chilling. He thought back on his previous excursion on Earth. Thanks to that stupid gun battle he had walked into, he had had to regenerate into this form. Then there had been that stupid female physician. Some surgeon she had turned out to be, costing him a regeneration because of her bungling. "Well," he thought, smiling evilly, "I took care of that."

The smile on his face was postively malicious now. Oh, he had fun with her, teasing her, letting her hear his twin hearts, playing with her before he took what he wanted from her. He smiled in grim satisfaction, remembering having her in her bed, making love to her with his whole dark nature, feeling her quiver beneath him, both in fear and in desire. He was not a gentle lover although he could be when it suited his purposes but right now, he had no desire to be gentle, not with this one. He took what he wanted and yes, he had wanted her, wanted her with all the animalistic side of his dark nature. He was rough, as rough as he wanted to be, listening to Grace moan and cry out as his hands moved roughtly over her exquisite body, forcing her to revel in how he was making her feel, making her want him no matter what he did to her.

When he found her clit, she threw her head back with a loud cry of passion and he smiled. His hand continued massaging her down there and he heard her breathing becoming more and more laboured as she came closer and closer to the edge. Then, he grabbed her hands and pinned them to the bed above her head as his mouth fastened on hers hard and demanding, his body rubbing against hers. He let himself tease her down there, touching and rubbing against her then pulling away when she tried to get him into her. His lips were against her ear as he whispered, "You want me, don't you, Grace? You want me inside you."

She moaned and whispered breathlessly, "Yes, yes, I do, I want you, Doctor, I need you, please?" She was squirming beneath him and he laughed, a cold, cruel laugh then, his voice was hard, "I'll decide when you get me, Grace, remember that. I'll decide, not you." He pressed himself against her, letting her feel his erection against her thigh. She groaned. It was hard for him to not take her right there and then but, he had a plan in mind. This one was going with him. He had been alone too long and he needed her to come with him. He thought of Ace fondly. She had been a match for his previous self and he had truly grieved when she had died protecting him. He had really loved her but now, she was gone and he needed another.

He knew how easily he could dominate this one, her mind was so simple and playing on her insecurites and her past would make this so easy. He fastened his lips on hers, taking her to the point where her lungs were almost bursting with their need for air, his hands roaming all over her body. He pinched her nipples, drawing more moans from her. When he finally released her lips, she was panting, dragging air into her lungs and he smiled. Now, she was begging him to take her. That was what he had wanted to hear. Now he had her and he knew it. He pulled out a cord and tied her hands to the headboard of her bed then, he moved down and she gasped as she felt his mouth on her vagina.

She uttered a strangled cry as his tongue pressed into her, licking her clit, sending shivers throughout her slim body. She moaned as his tongue pressed in furthur, deeper, licking her, tasting her as his hands caressed her pelvis and between her legs. He smiled as she unconscioulsy spread her legs farther apart to give him better access to her. He was enjoying this one more than he had any other since Peri in his Sixth incarnation. She had been good to him and for him. He had gotten angry with her though when, after that stupid trial he had been put through by the Time Lords, she had left him for King Yrcranos. Then, he had found Ace. Now, he concentrated all of his attentions on this one, on Grace and she didn't stand a chance.

Grace was lost in what she was experiencing. She had never been loved like this before. She had never met a man like him before. Something about him had captured her and all she wanted was him. She wasn't thinking about the hospital or her patients or even how angry she had been with her ex, Brad. All she saw and heard was what this man was doing to her now and she wanted more. He finally raised his head from between her legs and loomed over her. Suddenly, she was afraid, afraid of him but, she still wanted him.

He looked down on her, his blue eyes intense. "You want me, you want to be mine?" He asked in a soft voice that held undertones of both passion and menance. She looked into those eyes and her will was no longer her own. "Yes," she whispered, "Yes, I want to be yours." He smiled, he had her right where he wanted her. Her mind was ready for him to take it, to mold her into what he wanted her to be. He positioned himself between her legs. "Grace, Look at me." He said in a soft, persuasive voice. She did and then, he was inside her, pumping hard and fast, thrusting into her deeply as his mind took over her, permeating every corner of her thoughts. Going into places she had kept hidden for years. He raped her mind as througherly as he ravished her body. She cried out once and then, she was his. She looked up at him as he remained inside of her, quivering and probing inside of her willing body.

"My Grace, my sweet Grace." She whispered back, "I'm yours, love, all yours." He smiled, "Then, when I leave, come with me, please, I need you to come with me." He caressed her body, finding those places that made her shiver in delight. She moaned as he continued probing inside of her. He began pumping again, thrusting deep into her now, not being gentle but more demanding as he wanted all she had to give to him. She pulled him closer, calling out for more and he smiled. Then, with a triumphant cry, he emptied himself into her , straining against her, pushing her down into the mattress as his mouth found hers again. Then, he pulled back and she looked up with one word, "Yes."

As he stood at the console, he savoured all of that. Grace was in her room now aboard TARDIS, asleep where he had left her. He threw the main lever with a laugh, sending them all spinning into the vortex. He didn't care what they thought about her disappearance. She was never coming back anyway. He looked at the central column and told his machine, "You know the rooms to keep her out of now, remember?" His machine hummed in understanding and agreement and he nodded. "Now," he muttered to himself, "Where to go now and see what havoc I can cause?" He thought back on how all of this started for him. He had been like most others of his race, until his third self, the one the Time Lords had exiled. Then, he had changed and it was all their fault.

TBC