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Mark Gets What He Deserves
by Looney (address withheld)

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Mark screws the wrong woman. (MF, v, bd, tor, cast)

***

She first saw Mark in the resort bar. She had taken 
this trip to get away from everything, including her 
consistently unlucky love life, and on the first 
evening had decided to go downstairs for a drink. 
Nursing her wine glass and glancing around the room, 
she had seen him. 

Mark was tall, dark-haired, tan, well built, incredibly 
attractive, and dressed to show off his attributes: 
tight white turtleneck sweater, tight blue jeans, and 
black thong sandals. To her surprise, he noticed her, 
and came over, oozing charm. They exchanged first 
names, one thing led to another, and they were back in 
her room fucking. It had been fantastic, almost too 
good to be true.

And it was. She didn't know that Mark was not only the 
ultimate egotistical womanizer who used and abused 
women like yesterday's tissue paper, but that he had an 
almost pathological need to score a different woman 
every night. To accomplish this, Mark would say or do 
just about anything. 

Once the deed was done, he had no problem forgetting 
about the last conquest, and in fact usually spoke of 
the women he'd been with in disinterested and 
unflattering ways. The women would never notice Mark's 
vapid cruelty until it was too late. 

She didn't know this yet. But she would.

The next night, she again saw Mark in the bar. This 
time he was wearing a tight black turtleneck sweater, 
tight white jeans, and his black thong sandals. She 
couldn't believe how hot and sexy he looked... until 
she saw he was with another woman. She remembered 
seeing the woman during the day checking in to the 
resort. 

Mark and the woman were sitting in a place where she 
could see and hear them, but they couldn't see her. She 
heard the woman ask Mark self-consciously about other 
women in the resort. Mark laughed and told her he cared 
nothing for any of them, "like the one I met last 
night. She was a cow, if you know what I mean." Mark 
said this with no hint of any feeling but dumb 
contempt, and both he and the woman laughed. 

She struggled to hold back the tears, and rushed back 
out to the lobby. After a few minutes, Mark and the 
other woman came out of the bar, and went to the 
elevator together. She gathered herself up, went over 
to the front desk, and talked to the clerk about 
leaving a message.

The next morning, the phone in Mark's room rang. He had 
just gotten back from the other woman's room. Mark was 
very pleased with how the week had been going, and 
looked forward to yet another woman that coming 
evening. He picked up the phone, and heard the voice of 
the woman he had been with the previous night. She 
asked if they could get together that evening. 

Mark was used to this sort of thing, and made up some 
of his usual excuses about his schedule, all of which 
were insulting in their obvious and simple-minded 
dishonesty. However, she started talking about how he 
was the greatest lover she'd ever known, how she wanted 
to be with him just one more time. Mark's ego, which 
was even bigger than his cock, couldn't resist that. He 
agreed to go to her room that evening, but told her he 
would only be able to stay a short time. She agreed. 
Mark hung up the phone, took off his clothes and went 
to sleep.

That evening, Mark went to her room. This time, he was 
wearing a tight red turtleneck sweater, tight black 
jeans, and his black thong sandals. This happened to be 
Mark's favorite outfit: the bright red color of this 
turtleneck made sure to call attention to him, and 
these jeans were the tightest he owned. 

He planned on getting a blowjob or maybe a good fuck 
out of her and then he'd go back to the bar to score 
his next conquest, which he knew wouldn't take long 
given how he was dressed. 

He knocked on her door. She was waiting for him. Once 
inside, she offered Mark a glass of wine. He took a few 
sips, felt the room start spinning, and passed out.

***

When Mark woke up, he was in his own room, strapped 
down to the bed, tied at the wrists and ankles, and 
tightly gagged. He was wearing only his bright red 
turtleneck sweater and his black thong sandals. He was 
too groggy to notice his black jeans on the floor, or 
the shreds of his black Speedo next to him on the bed. 

Mark was still groggy as he saw her come towards him 
with the knife. She grabbed his cock with one hand, 
exposing his sack. As the knife pierced one of his 
testicles, then the other, Mark tried to scream. The 
pain grew exponentially as the knife worked its way 
through his sack and moved to his cock. Mark's pain was 
extraordinary. He began to feel something happening in 
his brain as he again passed out...

Mark was found the next morning by some very 
unfortunate maids. He was laying in his bed, still 
wearing nothing but his red turtleneck and black 
sandals, knife in one hand and the remains of his 
Speedo in the other. There was no sign of of the woman. 

His cock and balls had been mutilated beyond 
recognition. He was also babbling and drooling. The 
examiners came to the opinion that Mark had suffered a 
complete mental breakdown and had done it to himself.   

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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