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Mark’s Journey, Taming Shrews

Author’s Note: This story follows along the Mark storyline arc, which begins with “How I Tamed Your Mother.” Reading the first story isn’t necessary, but will provide context for this story.

Update: Just fixed a few text issues.

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Mark had plenty of time to mull over his father’s revelation. There was something about the relationship between his parents that always seemed a little off. But he chalked that weirdness to the fact that every family had some sort of dysfunctional quirk. However, as Mark thought about what his father had shown him, it began to explain so many things.

On the rare occasions when his mother would mess up food, his father would be so angry that he drove her to tears. She was deferent in every way, and Mark hadn’t once stopped to think about that, to realize that his classmate’s mothers weren’t the same way. Until now.

At this point, Mark couldn’t ignore it. He kept dreaming of the version of his mother before she met his father. There weren’t many pictures of her younger self around the house, and now Mark understood why, but from those pictures he had seen, she was hot.

Mark felt guilty about having those thoughts, but it didn’t stop him from having wet dreams about her, stripping out of a thong bikini and waltzing over to him.

Mark looked up into his mother’s eyes, the clear blue eyes with that fire his father had talked about. She had blonde hair, just as she had described it to him. And, while her breasts were smallish, only about a B-cup, she had the hips to contrast with her thin waist, giving that perfect pear-shape that he’d always known. Of course, he’d always seen her shape through the outfits she had worn as a mother. This Aubrey was an entirely different girl.

“Hey Baby,” Aubrey purred to him, it was her voice, but with something seductive underneath it. “You keep coming here an’ lookin’, but you haven’t even once asked for more. Don’t you think I’m hot?”

As Mark’s mother whispered to him, she reached behind her back and untied her bikini top, letting the pink-and-white striped piece of cloth fall to the stage.

Then she leaned in, breasts swinging slightly beneath her, and engaged Mark in a passionate kiss before he could even protest. Within the first moments of the kiss, Mark’s conflicts seemed to melt away. He was just kissing a girl, a hot girl.

However, when Mark had woken up from the dream, with a tell-tale dark spot on his boxers, the dream flooded back into his consciousness, rather than fading as would normally happened. He hadn’t kissed and groped just a girl, he’d done all of those things with his mother.

Mark had decided to walk to the gym today. He wasn’t intending on using it, the school gym was free. He finally had a target in mind, someone to test these powers his father said he had.

The decision on who would be his first victim wasn’t an easy one. He certainly did crush on Allison Reid, but he was hoping to persuade her love the old-fashioned way. There were plenty of girls breathing down his neck, but none of them jumped out to him.

Someone else did, however.

With his hands shoved in his pockets, Mark strolled up to the window of Bond’s Gym and peeked inside.

It was a decently busy day, with most people on treadmills, but a few men were weight-lifting. All told, he figured there were thirty or forty people in there, but there was only one that concerned him. He found her utilizing one of the leg abductors, which, given his dreams of late, and his plans, was bordering on indecent.

Samantha Tucker was one of Mark’s classmates, but he barely knew her. What he did know was that she wasn’t one of the seemingly countless number of girls trying to get his attention. She was in regular classes, while Mark’s classes were all AP-oriented, so he rarely saw her save for lunch or in the halls.

It wasn’t exactly a secret that Samantha was a bit of a tomboy. In fact, with her t-shirts and jeans, along with her muscley build, it was only Samantha’s hair that gave any indication to her gender. Long, honey-blonde locks that were well-cared for.

At the moment, as Mark watched her, she was wearing a tight-fitting gym outfit in dark green and white. It was much easier to appreciate just how muscled Samantha was through the thin, tight garments. Mark moved on before his peeping could be considered creepy, and walked in.

All Mark had to do was flash his school ID as he walked in. As an athlete of the school, Bond’s gym was free for him, in case he wanted to use some of their higher-end equipment that his high school didn’t have. However, he made a bee-line for Samantha, the rest of the gym left behind him without even a moment’s thought.

“Sam?” Mark asked, as though unsure. Though he knew it was her, without a doubt.

The blonde girl continued to push against the resistance of the machine with her legs, and only when she relaxed did she take a moment to look over her shoulder.

“Oh, hi Mark.” Samantha smiled, Mark couldn’t remember if he’d seen her smile before, but it was very pretty. “What’s up?”

“Umm, well... I was just wandering around, looked in and saw you. Figured I’d say hello.” Mark grinned.

Samantha’s brow furrowed for a moment, but then she grinned as well.

“Mission accomplished, then.”

Mark chuckled, while, inwardly, his thoughts began to circle as he tried to formulate a plan to get Samantha out of the gym without causing a scene. In fact, he hoped to get her out of the gym without anyone noticing. He didn’t need questions leading back to him.

“I figured- well, all of my other friends are busy. Halloween parties and such. Lame, but, maybe you’d come with me to the Shake Shack? Burgers, fries, milkshakes? Before everyone gets wild?” Mark posed the question as neutrally as possible, appearing casual, even though his heart had begun to make itself known as it beat furiously against his chest.

Samantha blinked, he’d certainly caught her off-guard with that one. Good, he needed to keep her off her feet. If she suspected for even a moment- well, Mark didn’t want to find out. It wouldn’t do to get involved with the ubiquitous UGA before he’d even came of age and registered. The way that Mark’s father had described the agency, they had spies everywhere, eyes everywhere, and they often knew when things would happen, before they happened.

“I’m sorry, Mark.” Samantha began, and he did note something different in her gaze, “But I really have a lot more to do with my workout. I’m sure you’ll understand.”

Mark nodded and smiled, trying to keep up with appearances.

“Oh, great! Well, I suppose I’ll just head over myself. Happy Halloween!” Mark replied, perhaps a bit too brightly, but if Samantha noticed, she said nothing.

What went wrong? Mark dwelled on the failure of an entrance as Samantha turned back to stare ahead while she worked out. Mark wondered if he had sounded desperate, but he didn’t think that was the case. Could Samantha see through him, see that he wasn’t really all that interested in sharing burgers and milkshakes with her? No, not unless she was a Gifted, and, even then, his father said he would be able to know when another Gifted had touched his thoughts.

Mark’s father was a big believer in practical experience, so he invaded Mark’s mind first, to give Mark an understanding of the sensation. It was like a little itch, but the itch was in his brain, beneath his scalp. He imagined that, if he had to endure it for long, he would go insane, but no such thing happened. Almost as soon as his father had entered, he retreated.

It was unlikely that Samantha was Gifted.

Far more likely was the lack of command in Mark’s voice. He’d kept his tone casual and friendly, which was usually enough for most people to do what he asked, but that was without controlling them. If he needed to control someone, he was going to have to practice the command voice better.

Stop, Samantha.” Mark said, and he felt the deeper reverberations in his voice.

Without even the slightest bit of resistance, Samantha stopped what she was doing and relaxed, the machine spreading her legs wide. Mark stepped around the piece of equipment and looked at Samantha. Her eyes were wide and bulging, and he suspected he knew what she was thinking. However, Mark didn’t have to suspect, he could know.

Mark closed his eyes. His father had been able to invade Mark’s mind with his eyes open, but had said that was something which only came from practice. Closing one’s eyes helped to focus, eliminating one sense while activating another.

It was a strange sensation, opening up and reaching out with his mind. Mark could hear hushed whispers all around him. They weren’t frantic, but the fact that there were so many made the sounds busy and hurried. Mark focused as his father had taught him. His mother had been the subject for everything his father had shown him. When he searched her thoughts, he sensed fear and pride. She thought things about Mark’s father that he’d never wanted to know.

As Mark focused, one of the whispers became louder, and clearer. It was Samantha’s voice, and he could just barely make out: No, no, no, no... He concentrated even more, singling out Samantha’s voice. More whispers came from her. She was afraid he was going to rape her, or humiliate her, or worse, kill her.

None of those things were in Mark’s plans and his stomach plummeted as he realized what he was doing. He was violating a girl, a classmate, Samantha. There was something insidious about it, he had become enthralled by her thoughts, pulled even closer to the draw of his powers.

Mark explored those thoughts of Samantha’s that weren’t on the surface, but were related to him. There were very few, to say the least. Nevertheless, he pursued them. There had been a crush at one point, back in middle school. There was a time when they’d bumped in the hallway and he had forgotten to say sorry, he could hear Samantha’s thoughts as she thought asshole in his general direction.

Was he an asshole? Mark was certainly crossing a line, one that he’d never even known existed, and, now that he did, he wasn’t sure what crossing it meant. He could, in theory, do anything he wanted to Samantha. He could simplify her thoughts to that of a little girl, he could simply make her want boob implants, or he could cause her crush to return, make her infatuated with him.

Those weren’t really “good guy” attributes. But they also weren’t what he had in mind. Mark slipped out of her thoughts.

Samantha was still sitting there as he opened his eyes, still frozen in the awfully lewd position of her legs being spread. He smiled at her, but that didn’t seem to give her any comfort.

Go to the changing room, change back into your outfit and meet me outside.” Mark commanded, and he could hear the command in his voice.

At once, Samantha got up to obey. However, a realization hit Mark sharply.

You are not to talk or communicate with anyone.” Mark added, “and you will look relaxed, you’re about to have a good time.

The relaxation took a little longer to appear on her features, but soon her eyes were their normal size and she appeared just as she usually did. Mark caught only a glimpse of it, as Samantha quickly turned as she headed to the back of the gym toward the changing room.

Mark didn’t linger, he headed out of the gym as casually as he’d entered. As far as anyone in the gym could have possibly noticed, they’d had a short conversation and then each went their separate ways. Mark snuck around to the side of the building, watching cars sweep by down the main road.

It didn’t take long for Samantha to reappear. As expected, she wore some jeans with a t-shirt that told anyone reading it where they could shove something. Mark smirked a little. Samantha looked around, trying to find him, and Mark found himself enjoying the little game as she began to panic.

He didn’t make her wait long though. After half a minute of torturing Samantha, Mark stepped out and revealed himself. There was no relief on Samantha’s face, but she also didn’t have the appearance of fright or anger, so his command was still holding. Emboldened by his success, Mark pressed on.

You want to hold my hand.

And so she did. Mark reached out for Samantha’s hand and she curled her fingers up within his grip. In spite of the outward show of calm, Mark was certain he could sense the worries and and fear that still simmered beneath her consciousness. He might have been controlling her superficially, but that was it. It had seemed so effortless when watching his father. However, it was clear that his father’s ability came from years of practice. It still bothered Mark, his competitive nature stirred like a waking beast.

If Mark was a Gifted, then he was going to be the best. He would train, practice, as often as he could until he surpassed his own father’s ability.

Samantha was his first target, but that didn’t mean he would be proud of what he’d done. Mark would change her until she no longer reflected the Samantha that everyone else knew.

Mark dwelled on those thoughts as they walked. HE was surprised by the time they arrived at the Shake Shack, stopping abruptly. Samantha kept walking, only to be yanked back by Mark’s lack of movement. He shifted his gaze over to his classmate. She was pretty, in her own way. True, her shoulders were broad, her chest was small, but she had a trim waist and a tight bubble bottom. Her face, she had hints of beauty there as well, with high cheekbones, a tapered jaw, and a straight, pert nose. Just a little makeup would bring out her features in a way that no one had likely ever seen before.

Closing his eyes, Mark attempted once more to delve into Samantha’s thoughts. It was easier this time, like squeezing through a tight opening that stretched lightly in memory of him. Her thoughts were muted now, restrained. It was likely due to Mark’s order, it was difficult to remain calm if the frenzy of one’s thoughts continued to race around their mind. Mark searched for her memory of all that had happened since he’d found her at the gym, then, with a mere thought, sent it scattering into the abyss of forgotten memory.

Which gave Mark an idea.

He scrolled through Samantha’s memories and began to remove them recklessly, he had to tear apart who she was in order to make her different. The savagery with which Mark took to the task surprised him slightly. There was a strange sense of satisfaction that often came with destruction. He felt like a kid tearing through a room full of toys, kicking them, throwing them, causing chaos as far as the eye could see.

When he was ready, Mark removed himself from Samantha’s mind. He looked around, frantic for only a moment that someone had seen what he had done. It was a fleeting since of guilt, quelled by the realization that, at worst, it would have looked like he was dozing on a date.

Samantha was staring at the table. For a moment, Mark assumed she was still coming out of some sort of trance from his venturing into her mind. However, Samantha didn’t come out of it. In fact, she didn’t stir. She stared and blinked, drool was forming in the corner of her mouth.

Fuck.

What did he do? What hadn’t he done? Then it struck him. He had wiped out her memories, but hadn’t put anything back in. Stupid. Mark closed his eyes and slipped once more into Samantha’s consciousness. There was no resistance this time. However, as he glanced around the barren remnants of the landscape of her mind, he realized that he would have to create a whole new personality for Samantha. Mark had never created a personality before.

So he went with what came to mind first. Samantha had always sneered at the cheerleaders. They were athletes too, but not in the same way as Samantha was. Track and Field had been Samantha’s thing, but she was often in the locker room with the cheerleaders after practice. It happened that Mark was pretty friendly with most of the cheerleaders. Then again, he was pretty friendly with everyone. Samantha could do with being a bit friendlier.

Mark did his best to try and frame a personality in his mind. He borrowed heavily from what he knew of the cheerleaders, Kelly, Harma, Lexi, Diane... if he made her like one of them, it would be too obvious. But bits and pieces of them? He hoped he could pull it off.

All in all, Mark felt like he’d done a good job as he retreated once more out of Samantha’s mind. Fortunately, they’d had their food ordered and served, though Mark was certain that the server had probably been by a few times to ask how they were doing, and they’d given no response. It would have looked like they were simply staring at one another. Which was awkward enough to imagine, let alone experience.

The first thing Mark saw was Samantha blinking her eyes rapidly. She looked around, as though confused. Mark simply watched her, one hand rubbing his leg, but remaining silent as the girl across from him at the table. Samantha’s confused expression didn’t flicker, recognition never dawned. Instead, as though bored, she finally settled her gaze on the person across from her.

Eyes that had been crystal clear blue were now slightly glassy, reflecting the light away from a vacant soul. There was an emptiness that had replaced her fiery passion. It was evident in not only her eyes, but also in how she composed herself, and the way her lips quirked in a perpetual smile.

“Sammi?” Mark asked, using the name he had implanted in her memory.

“Mmmm, yes?” The new Samantha, now Sammi, asked. She batted her eyelashes in a distinctly un-Samantha-like manner.

“Did you want to go somewhere, um.... more private”

Sammi gazed at Mark with a confused look. Her blue eyes were distinctly doe-ish. Mark couldn’t help but notice her wet lips, her distinctive, beautiful features which had previously been masked by a sardonic, haughty attitiude. He felt himself getting hard, his cock squirming at the thoughts of what he could do to her.

“Leave.” Mark said slowly, as though talking to a child. “Go somewhere with... less people. Just you and me.”

Sammi squealed. “Oh! Yay! Yes, I’ll go with you.”

There was a vapid sort of giggle as Sammi rose from her seat and offered her hand daintily to Mark. He took the offered hand, squeezed it, let his eyes wander Sammi’s body in a way he never would have dared before. The Amazon-like build was as evident as ever, that would take time to go away, but Sammi’s exercise from this point forward would only consist of sex.

It didn’t take long to find a private spot behind the Shake Shack. Without Mark even asking, Sammi launched into a teasing, suggestive strip show. Her loose, blue t-shirt was the first thing to come off. She pulled it up and over her head, revealing the torso of the tight, full-body unitard underneath.

Sammi’s jeans were next. Baggy and loose, they gave her a much larger presence, but, with a simple undoing of the buttons, the jeans collapsed to the ground in a puddle of denim.

With the rest of the black, full-body unitard revealed, one could see how it clung to Sammi like another layer of skin. In spite of her muscled appearance, the hints of a feminine figure were still evident on Sammi’s body. The unitard followed her waistline closely as it narrowed, and then flared with her hips and down an impressive set of toned, well-sculpted legs.

At this point, Sammi turned back to face Mark, who stood there with what he imagined was a ridiculous spaced-out expression. However, if that was the case, Sammi didn’t seem to notice.

Biting down on her bottom lip, Sammi took a step forward, then, placing her hands in the neckline of the unitard, began to shimmy out of it. The slight, but suggestive motions caused Mark’s cock to throb, reminding him of its hardness. He stepped forward as well.

Rip it off. All of it.” Mark whispered with a tone of growl in his voice.

There was no hesitation on Sammi’s part to comply. Her now-vacant eyes flared up with the fires of lust and she began to claw at the unitard, stretching it to its limits as she tried to hurry out of it. However, even with her strength, the durable fabric of the unitard held. Nevertheless, the speed with which the garment was removed, and the extent of its stretching meant that it would likely never fit her so tightly ever again.

Mark could have had Sammi undress him, but that would have taken more time. And he wasn’t entirely certain she would know how. So, while watching the show, he also slowly removed his clothing, letting it collect in a pile beside him.

With both of them now nude, the heat radiating off of their bodies could be felt. Beads of sweat had already begun to form, before Mark even lunged at Sammi. He lifted the dumb bimbo up by the waist and hoisted her onto his dick. It was a fluid movement, as though he were a porn star who did this sort of thing multiple times a day.

Pressing Sammi into the stone wall behind her, Mark fed his shaft deep within her with a single, painful thrust. Sammi gasped and Mark winced, regretting the decision for only a moment before relaxing and realizing that Sammi was already incredibly wet.

Mark settled his hips and began to rock back and forth, his hands now supporting Sammi from her tight, round bottom as she wrapped her legs around his torso. As he slid out, he could hear Sammi’s panting, the longing for the return of his cock.

The pressure around his dick lessened, leaving Mark with a burning urge to bury himself in Sammi once more. Still, he waited, sliding out more and more. Sammi whimpered.

“Oh... oh...” She breathed out quietly, her legs tightenining. “Please... please...”

The sweet begging gave Mark the cue that the time was right and he thrust into her once more. Sammi’s tight little cave was almost certainly unused. Mark didn’t feel her cherry pop in either thrust, but it was clear that she hadn’t engaged in regular sexual activity. He briefly wondered if she masturbated, but her gasps and moans, the neediness with which her body applied itself suggested otherwise.

It didn’t take Sammi very long to climax. Mark felt it a moment before he heard her moan, the tighter constriction of her clenching pussy walls brought him ever closer to a climax as well. As Sammi felt it, he could feel her shudder, hear her moan. She tilted her head as far back as she could given the wall behind her.

Clench. Unclench. Sammi was massaging Mark’s cock at this point, as if coaxing it to give his seed, attempting to milk the semen from him. He felt himself getting ever nearer, slowly, steadily. When Mark knew he didn’t have much longer he pulled out, abruptly.

Sammi’s soft whimpers and exasperated cries weren’t even close to subtle. Her orgasm had continued all the way through, but now, the thing which was giving her that orgasm was gone.

But not for long.

“Get on your knees.” Mark grunted. No command this time, but Sammi obeyed anyways.

As soon as Mark let go of her, Sammi was on her feet, but only for a moment before she quickly knelt before him. Sammi needed no further encouragement, she opened her mouth and began by licking the tip of Mark’s cock.

Mark shivered, the light, wet touch of Sammi’s tongue was stirring sensations that he could not coherently describe. Then her lips were wrapping themselves around as he fed his dick into her mouth.

There were no sharp thrusts here. Mark had instilled in her personality a love for cock-sucking, but he hadn’t been able to give her much training in technique. For the moment, she was still relatively new, and he had no desire to have her teeth clench down on reflex.

The climax which Mark had been approaching was starting to fade. His cock even grew a little limp. However, he continued to gently bury his dick into the wet depths of Sammi’s mouth, and was rewarded when his cock began to stiffen again, and the force of Sammi’s sucking began to milk his shaft almost as effectively as her pussy.

It didn’t take long to make up for what had been lost. Even in her inexperience, Sammi’s tongue was swirling around Mark’s cock in ways that made him feel weak in the knees. He did, however, find the strength to remain standing.

Then he came. Mark felt the rush of release as he pumped his spunk into Sammi’s mouth. Most women would have made a face, or, perhaps, spat the semen out. Sammi, however, was too stupid to know what to do with it, so she simply swallowed. Still, there was an awful lot of cum, and it came all at once. So, when Mark pulled out, a string of semen connected his cock to her mouth and some of his spunk gathered at the corner of one lip.

Sammi gazed up proudly at Mark, as though she had just won a contest. Her eyes were devoid of the life and bitterness that had danced in them before. Her smile was vapidly bright. No one looking at her would be able to tell that she was the same Samantha they’d always known, save that her body was so distinctive.

Shit.

Mark realized that, whether or not she was easily recognized, she was still Samantha Tucker. People would figure out that something had happened to her, and he hadn’t exactly been spending the day with her in private.

His father would know what to do. Mark just hoped he wouldn’t be too angry.