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Subject: {ASSM} Mirrored Reversal (Chapter 6)
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Date: Mon, 28 Mar 2016 11:10:03 -0400
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Mirrored Reversal (Chapter 6)
 
    Feeling warm as I  walk around the gym to cool down after my workout at 
the World Gym, just north  of Poughkeepsie on Route 9.  My eyes moving to 
the windows disclosing the  outside world.  
    The splatter of  rain, beating on the large store front panes of  
glass.   A flicker of lights  and then the ragged streak of light in the night 
time sky.  The wandering  sound of thunder concussions against the eardrums.  
The storm not really  abating.
    Even inside a  building, my body tensing as the storm arouses it with 
growing heat.   Smiling to myself as I look around the gym.  The storm has 
kept many  away.  A smattering of people working the bikes and treadmills and  
steppers.  Few at the body machines.  And only a select few at the  actual 
weight benches.  
    Having already  completed my treadmill and bike work and now working my 
upper body on the  machines, looking to the far corner at the free weight 
area with the weight  benches.  Seeing three men going through their sets.  
The enclosed  area still echoing a sort of thunder from the impact of the 
barbells striking  the floor.
    My eyes continuing  to watch the men as they work.  The sweat beading 
on their almost naked  bodies.  The muscles flexing and stretching and 
contracting.  Moving  closer to the free weight room as I move to the heavy bag 
and work out with  kicks and kites and punches.  Feeling my arms becoming 
heavy as I pound  away at the bag.  The bag swaying with the impacts.  Taking 
breathers  between combinations.  My eyes drifting again to the men at the 
free  weights.  
    The sports scarlet  red sports bra tight to my chest, the tight black 
capris molded to my legs and  lower body.  Eschewing under garments and 
allowing the outer clothing to  show off the mostly firm lines of my body.  
Purposely waiting till my body  had been worked hard and the stretch of the 
clothing more pronounced as I finish  my work out with the heavy bag and then 
walking off the effort for a few  minutes; before heading to the showers.
    A have found that  what I do with one body, male or female, it is not 
reflected in the other  one.  So I am exercising more as a woman then a man 
and seeing the  difference as I watch the changes.  Working in my job as a 
man, and then  mostly relaxing after work as a woman and sleeping most nights 
in my womanly  flesh.
    Feeling the sexual  tension more deeply as a woman; then I ever did as 
a man.  My eyes  drawn to the trio of weigh lifters.  None of them what 
would be called a  handsome man.  Bunchy muscles and even a bit of a gut on two 
of the men;  but they could lift.  The third man is the one I am focused 
mostly on as he  lays on his back and bench presses.  His thighs straining 
pushing to the  floor as he takes a breath and pushes the weight from his chest. 
 One of  the other men standing as a spotter.  The third man now doing  
squats.
    The two men with a  little bit of an overhang, thankfully wearing loose 
tee shirts, cut off at the  sleeves of course and jogging shorts.  The 
third man bare chested and  wearing a tight spandex pants that molds to his body 
and shows every hard muscle  as he strains.  His package quite formidable 
as he has it well defined in  his tight pants.  
    Looking at his bald  head and then my eyes traveling down his bearded 
face and hairy chest to the  waistband.  Seeing beads of sweat on his six 
pack as he does one set and  then another.  Only realizing that I have stopped 
banging the bag and most  likely gawking as I have done on other occasions 
in the past week or two.  
    I can feel every  curve and not curve of my chest as my sports bra 
pulls it almost flat.  And  feel the tightness of my capris capturing the well 
toned legs and the pubic  bulge of my pussy.    
    Raising up as he  settles the weight on the upright bars and meets my 
eyAes staring.  Feeling  a flush of heat as he smiles and says something to 
his friends who look in my  direction.  Ducking my head and taking a couple 
of half ass swings at the  heavy bag.  Feeling their eyes on me, as I put the 
bag between me and the  weight area.
    A jog around the  indoor track as I monitor the weight lifters, trying 
to be unnoticed as they  work their way around their reps.  Two of the men 
doing curls as the third  man wipes himself down with a towel and walks to 
the men's locker room.   Tracking his movement and seeing him throw the towel 
in the laundry  basket.
    Not thinking as I  move to the laundry basket and pull the soggy towel 
from the rest of the  odiferous towels.  A soft whimper as I inhale the 
scent of his fresh  sweat.  Feeling a shudder course through my body as I stand, 
towel to my  face.  Not hearing the approach of footsteps, as I am 
partially dragged,  partially pushed to the door of the men's room and then into the 
"forbidden  zone" for women.
    Not even thinking  to scream, as the huge hands guide me into the maze 
of lockers and  benches.  Seeing the man sitting on the bench bent over 
undoing the laces  of his shoes as I am brought before him.
    "This lady seems to  have a fascination for your sweaty towel Fritz.  
She was sniffing it  outside the locker room."  His nasty laugh and his rough 
calloused hands  holding me in front of the man I was admiring a few 
moments  ago.
    Looking with fear  as I struggle to escape the grasp of the man behind 
me, not thinking to  scream.  My breathing increasing as is my heart rate as 
I watch the snare  on the seated man's face, as he looks me up and down 
with a slowly widening  leer.
    I can feel my  breasts and hard nipples pushing at the sports bra, and 
more so feel the  fullness of my labia, engorged beneath my capris.  The 
swollen flesh  pressing against the stretchy fabric.
    Wetting my lips,  the towel still in my hand, as I stumble forward with 
a shove and then feel  hands pushing down on my shoulders, to force me to a 
knelling position in front  of Fritz.  Taking a ragged deep breath, as my 
upper body struggle to escape  the hands on my shoulders.  Inhaling the musk 
or Fritz's body as my face is  forced forward.
    In spite of being  restrained and unable to escape, my lower body and 
inner core are reacting to  the closeness of the male scent.  Trembling as I 
body bends forward and my  face brushes against the raised abs and I feel 
the moisture of his warm body  against my cheek.  My tongue snaking out to 
lick at the salty dew coating  the hard flesh.  Whimpering again as I feel my 
resistance crumble and my  tongue flattening and licks at the bare flesh of 
his lower  body.
    The hands holding  my shoulders now slipping down my biceps and 
forearms to hold my wrists and pull  them up, forcing my face into the bulge of the 
man's pants.  My head moving  side to side, rubbing against the swelling 
inside his workouts clothes.  My  cheeks flushing warm with my humiliation, my 
embarrassment and my  arousal.
    Feeling my braid  being curled in the fist of the man in front of me 
and my head yanked up hard to  look into his face.  
    "We saw you  watching us slut, and know what you want and like."  And 
his free hand  slapping my left cheek, stinging it with the open hand blow.  
My eyes  watering as my scalp is pulled tight as my hair is twisted and 
yanked  hard.  Eyes wide looking with terror into the face of my  tormentor.
    My breathing ragged  as I feel his hand reach down and squeezes my 
breast hard in my top.  Being  levered up and down by the man behind me as I 
feel my hair released and then  both of the small mounds of my breasts are 
mashed hard with the tightening of  the thick fingers.
    A combination of  whimper spaced with moans as he increases the 
pressure and then squeezes hard  and twists and releases.  My thighs pressing on 
the fullness of my lips in  my Capris.  Feeling the moisture leaking against 
the  material.
    Breathing open  mouthed as I feel the fingers now reaching beneath my 
sports bra and pulling it  up to my armpits, exposing the small, bruised 
mounds of my breasts and the  diamond hard tips of my nipples.
    The fingers again  clamping on my breasts and forcing a long moan from 
my dry throat.  My  hands grasping the thick thighs as his hands lift me up 
a few inches from the  concrete floor and then drops me onto my knees 
against with a aching sting of  pain.
    My head levered  down into the man's lap as he lifts up to pull down 
his pants and jock.   His hard cock popping free to brush against my face.  
The sudden release of  the pent up man musk, sending jolts of sensation to my 
core.  Mewling  softly as my mouth open and head moves to find the fat, 
partially uncovered  knob.
    Hands reaching to  the fleshy warm shaft, fingers curling around the 
veiny barrel as my mouth finds  the piss slit and licks around the velvety 
cap.   The hands squeezing  my breasts, now reaching to pull my head against 
the fat knob, and my lips  spread painfully as it is jammed onto the thick 
shaft.
    Gasping at the  sudden thrust of my head onto the hard prick.  Fingers 
twining in my hair  and holding my head as the man fuck my face with the 
movement of his hands,  controlling each stroke.  The pressure of the hands, 
keeping me from any  movement, other then swallowing the fat cock and feeling 
it jabbing into my  cheeks and throat.
    Sputtering as I  grasp for breath in brief moments of sucking in 
precious oxygen.  My lungs  burning as I hold onto his cock with my fingers, as I 
bob on the spearing cock,  unable to think other then when I can have my 
next breath of air.  Time  suspended as what might only be a few minutes, seems 
like it is lasting my  lifetime.
    Tears and snot and  saliva are coating my face as I sputter and choke 
on the bruising cock  head.  My cunt in spite of the abuse, is oozing my own 
thickly scented musk  to stain my pants.   
    Not knowing when it  has happened; but feeling my ass cheeks bare and a 
cock pressing between my  thighs as I kneel into my skull fuck.  A warm 
cock finding the warm wetness  of my needy cunt.  The head slipping against the 
fat cunt lips and   then sinking easily into my welcoming hole.  
    The awkward cock  strokes, slipping the swollen head between my 
grasping walls.  Bruising  fingers are pinching at the small button of my clitoris. 
 My lower body  writhing in pain and pleasure, as my lungs burn for  air, 
sucking noisily  through my nose for precious snorts of air.
    Both sets of my  lips, painfully taking a cock in bruising thrusts.  
The first glut of thick  cum, shooting into my throat, making me choke as it 
burns going down the wrong  pipe.  My hands digging into the hard thighs, as 
I fight for breath.   My cunt seeming to have no knowledge of my dire 
situation, as I clasps and  clenches on the cock buried in me from behind.
    My throat burning  as another glob of thick cream coats the back of my 
mouth, as the spewing  monster is pulled from my mouth.  Head lifted to look 
into the savage eyes  as another spurt of creamy white cum splatters on my 
face and hair.  The  cock head looking so huge as my eyes cross as I watch 
the small cum slit spread  and spurt a string of pearly white seed on my 
nose.  
    The laugher echoing  in my ears, as I close my eyes and feel the left 
lid coated with the elmer's  glue from the man teat.  My lips aching and 
sore, as the slimey cock head  is rubbed on my face, one more moisture coating 
my soft  cheeks.
    The slapping of the  groin of the man behind me on my ass cheeks now 
loud as I waver on my knees, not  held in place anymore.  My chest heaving 
sucking in gulps of air to my  burning lungs.  My tongue feeling swollen in my 
mouth as I try to lick at  the stickiness of my face and bumblee bee stung 
lips.
    Grunting with each  hard stroke pummeling my cunt.  Hands reaching 
around and holding onto my  breasts as he pulls me hunched back into his cock 
thrusts.  My body  trembling with sensation, pain and pleasure and then 
feeling a rippling inside  of me as my walls clash hard on the prick and milk at 
it as it drives in and  out.
    Legs weak and  barely supporting my body as I feel myself pulled tight 
to the man behind me,  his pubic hair scratching my ass cheeks and the backs 
of my thighs.  Loud  grunts as his fetid breath, washes alongside of my 
ear.  A load of thick  seed being deposited in my hungry cunt.  Grasping the 
thighs of the man  behind me and pushing back forcefully, my thighs and cunt 
walls squeezing hard  and holding.
    The semen leaking  out of my well used cunt as he pulls free and spins 
me around to force his cock  head in my mouth.  My cheeks sucking and tongue 
licking at the salty  residue and tasting my cunt and piss and sweat on the 
still semi hard  cock.  The empty pussy entrance, leaking more cum as I 
kneel on all fours,  shaking like a nervous mare, waiting to be studded.
    A wash of  conversation around me, as my mind is not registering the 
voices.  Then  looking up and seeing that I now have three men, all of the 
weightlifters  gathered around in front of me in a semi- circle.
    The new one  grabbing my hair and pulling me to my feet.  Wavering as 
his hand turns me  around and leads me back to the bench.  Hands grasping my 
top and pulling  it over my head and another set of hands pull my pants from 
my legs, to stand  naked in the men's locker room, accept for spots of male 
cum leaking from my  cunt and staining my face.
    Not resisting as I  am lead an positioned like a manniquin.  Laying 
down on the narrow  bench on my back.  My head on one end, feet straddling the 
bench, my  breasts flat to my chest as my nipples rise hard and aching from 
the dark  areolas.   The third man positioning himself on the floor by my  
head, kneeling and leaning to force his cock into my mouth as my head hangs 
over  the side.  His hairy ball sack swaying and slapping against my  nose.   
Eyes wide as he spears my throat and starts to slow fuck my  mouth.  
    Reaching to grasp  the sides of the bench, as I feel my legs raised up 
in the air and then pushed  back to my head.  The man impaling my face, 
grabbing my ankles and pulling  them back and wide apart.  My lower body rolling 
up in the air to expose my  sloppy cunt and ass hole.  
    The man who fucked  me from behind, shoving his cock into my cunt again 
from the front and fucking  quickly into my hole.  My walls spreading and 
then sealing around his  cock.  Then feeling him pulling out of my cunt and 
moving off the bench to  be replaced by the man who skull fucked me.  His 
cock sliding easily into  my cunt, already well lubed with my grease and semen. 
 
    My eyes closing as  the pubic hair of the man in my mouth, rubs the 
soft skin of my face.   Feeling the two cocks working me from each end, the men 
timing it so one jabs in  as the other pulls back.  Rocking on the bench 
speared like a piece of meat  on a spit.
    Eyes going wide as  I feel moisture on my ass crack and then a thick 
finger pushing into the  hole.  Not working it slowly; but steadily pressing 
forward.  My  sphincter squeezing to try to prevent the intrusion.  The 
finger sawing in  and out of my ass, as the other two men continue to fuck my 
cunt and  mouth.
    Choking on the cock  in my mouth as I feel the third man straddle the 
bench and then his blunt head  press on my ass ring.  My whole body 
shuddering and breaking into a sweat  as I feel him lean into the man in front of him 
and press his cock steadily  against my tight ring and into my bowels.  
    The two men filling  the holes between my legs, alternating their short 
strokes as the third  continues to tease my throat with the bloated head 
filling the opening.   Tears and spit and snob and slobber running down across 
my eyes and forehead and  into my hair, as I feel my mind shutting down and 
starving for  oxygen.
    My cunt or ass or  both squeezing the cocks and milking as they both 
continue to assail my nether  region.  The thin membrane massaged by the cocks 
so close to each  other.  My legs feeling like they are splitting apart and 
my insides so  full as the pounding continues till I feel the gagging 
release in my  mouth.  Sperm filling my throat and squeezing out my  cheeks.
    Then one man then  the other grunting, maybe both cumming inside of me 
at the same time.   Feeling my ass empty and vent and air fart and push seed 
down my spread  crack.  Then the other man pull free and my mauled cunt 
feeling mashed and  leaking more of the cream.
    The three cocks now  out of my body as I rock on the bench and slip to 
the floor, curling into a  fetal position, a low whimper escaping my lips as 
I rock on the floor of the  men's locker room.
    "Step away  guys.  Look at me woman!"  HIs voice a loud command, as I 
open my eyes  and look up at him.  His cock still long and thick; but not 
really hard as  I look up into his eyes.  "Tell me your name slut!"
    My swollen lips  opening, tongue and mouth thick with the salty cream 
as I whisper,   "Patrice."
    The words not quite  out of my mouth as the man let's go with a stream 
of warm piss.  The  suddenness of the stream striking my open mouth and 
sputtering as I  writhe  on the floor trying to escape the spray of hot urine.  
My whole body  becoming wet as the man holds his cock and aims it at my head 
and hair.   The other men joining him and wetting my body till I lay 
motionless in a puddle  of nasty smelling piss.
    Eyes glazed as one  man reaches down and slaps between my legs.  The 
wet splatter of my  cunt  juices and semen and piss, forming a small spray of 
droplets around  me.  My body jerking as I bite my lower lip to hold back a 
scream.   Another slap and then the man, looking into my face and taking one 
hand and  squeezing my cunt lips tight in his grip and lifting my lower 
body a few inches  from the floor, then dropping it into the puddle of piss on 
the  floor.
    The laughter of the  three men as they walk to the showers and I hear 
them joking and talking about  me as if I wasn't around.  Eyes closed as I 
lay in the puddle of piss and  sperm.  Half under the bench as they dress, 
trying to hide from them and  the person I have become.  
    "Patrice, clean up  your skanky body and maybe we will give you another 
three man fuck  tomorrow."
    Hearing the door  open and close and no more sound as I lay wrapped 
around one of the supports of  the bench.  Sobbing, feeling my insides shaking 
as I lay totally spent,  humiliated and pleasantly aroused.  My fingers 
rubbing hard against my  swollen clitioris.  Rubbing the piss and semen against 
my pearl.   Shuddering with a hard release as I roll on the floor in the 
throes of a hard  intense orgasm.
    Eyes opening to see  a strange man looking at me and then skirting 
around to a locker.  His eyes  showing shock.  
    Scrambling around  the floor for my Capri's and bra.  Pulling them on 
half-assed and wobbling  along the corridor to the women's locker 
room.....pulling the door open and  slipping into the room and finding a shower stall 
and letting the hard spray  bite deep into my flesh as I slowly peel the 
clothing from my  body.
    Working my fingers  into my pussy,  as I lean against the side of the 
stall.  Feeling the  slickness coating my fingers.  Moaning as I work myself 
into another  intense orgasm.  Whimpering as I slide down the wall and let 
the water  continue to soak my hot and fevered flesh.
    Finally pushing  myself up to turn off the water and stagger to a bench 
and pat my body  dry.  Trembling as my towel touches the hard pulsing 
nipples and the still  engorged labia and clitoris.  Clamping my thighs on the 
wadded up towel and  taking deep breaths to steady myself.
    Shaking to my roots  as I stand at home in front of my mirror, the 
bruised flesh mottling and  disappearing as I change again.  Always amazed at 
the total transformation  and lack of following bruising from one body to the 
next.  Then changing  back again so I might curl up in the bed and enjoy 
soreness of body and relive  the intensity of the experience.  Not even 
wondering why I did not scream  or protest to the rape.  My fingers rubbing hard on 
the sore flesh of my  labia and clit, as I slap the bruised sensitivity to 
life and a hard fucking  orgasm.
    
 
    
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