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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, 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 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 the ultimate egotistical womanizer who used and abused women like yesterday's tissue paper. 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...and this time, he was with another woman. She remembered the woman from the night before. 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 about her, "the woman you were with last night". Mark laughed, said she meant nothing to him, and added that "anyway, she's a cow, if you know what I mean". Both Mark and the woman laughed at that. 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, but the woman 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 having a quickie with her--she wasn't bad looking, for a fat chick, and she'd been a decent lay--and then going 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 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. There was no sign of bondage. 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 all to himself. |