The Face In the Mirror by GJ Dear Readers: This story is a work of pure fiction. Any characters, locales , and descriptions, resembling real life are only coincidental. Enjoy The Face In The Mirror I lumbered to the bathroom. Looking at myself in the mirror, I was surprised to see all the bandages gone from my face. I had just gone through twelve operations, remaking my nose, eyes, jaw, and cheek bones, and implanting 32 teeth . The cost of my little encounter had been 123,000 smackeroos. I can still remember my Hispanic Amazon Goddess, Graceilla working me over. She was 20 years old, 200 lbs of pure muscle. She had 24" peaked, steel hard biceps, and 19" calves. Her quads were 31" of mankilling muscle. Her huge breasts and ass blotted out the sun. Her fists were so big that when she put them up to my face, her knuckles could break everything with one punch, if she so desired. Lucky for me, she enjoyed taking it slow, with controlled face- breaking punches. She was a natural woman, no deodorant, and no shaving. That was even more intimidating to see and smell. When she finally finished with me, she made me tongue bathe her entire body. It took forever, as she flexed her huge muscles breaking whatever she had started with her punching power. As I sniffed and cleaned her glistening body, I remember cumming for the tenth time during the course of our session. My nose was up her hard, yet giant, pungent- smelling ass. She was telling me to take deep inhalations with my ruined probiscus. Then I had to clean her to a showered state with my long tongue. I had to do the same for her hairy, sweat soaked armpits as well. God, she must not have bathed in three days. Her toes and feet were attended to next. They were dirty and needed much attention( especially between the toes). Her pussy, hidden in a forest of matted hair, took a long time to cleanse. Its scent made me actually gag. The very last thing La Chica Musculosa did, was to place my ruined face on her huge right bicep, the one with the tat that read, "CRUSHER". The she proceeded to flex up and down slowly. "Doesn't that feel good, my puny little man. Imagine I could pop your head and have all your brain juice squirt out all over this room. The liquids would drain out through your ears, nose mouth and even your ass and pinga." I shot out again, this time I was almost on empty. She had drained me, never having layed a hand or muscle on my cock. I felt my face being compacted for the last time and then nothing. Grace dropped me from her 24" Crusher. Then she took a set of twenty-five close ups, for her advertising brochure. These were the most graphic to date. She even made money from them, selling them on the internet for $50 a piece. After all what muscle-loving, beat down freak could resist seeing close ups of a jaw broken in six places, a destroyed nose hanging by a bloody strands strands of tissue, a set of bloody teeth, and crushed eye sockets. Then she put her camera on a timer and took pictures of her holding my gory face as she flexed her huge arms. Finally she turned to video mode, slo-mo and shot her flexing up and down as blood dripped from my ruined face. The camera zoomed in showing her huge peaks and then to my once-face with bloody trails slowy meandering down into a golden catch-basin. The viewer could hear the dripping as the blood river hit the bottom. A very nice touch indeed. She even sold my teeth on her website for $12000. So here I am thinking about all this, lost in the memory of my Ultimate Beatdown. Damn, I just came all over myself. Just then I heard a noise coming from the bedroom. Suddenly I was shocked out of my reverie. There standing in the doorway, blotting out the bedroom, was Graceilla. But how could she be here.... why would, she be here? I had a shocked look on my new face. Grace's fist shot out with one punch. It broke the entire left side of my face. Blood shot out covering the entire bathroom mirror, like an eclipse of the sun. As I slowly sunk to the floor, gore pooling there as well, think I heard my Muscle Chica say," My darling husband....every time you get fixed I will break you again. Eventually...there will be a time when there is nothing that can be done.......Then I will break all your bones.. pop your head into bone shards and put them in a small bag and then crush them with my huge foot, turning them to paste. Next time read the waiver that you signed more carefully. You never did catch the small legal clause binding us as Muscle Wife and Puny Man. It took eighteen more months until the doctors gave up on me, I was beyond repair. Now the widow Grace, owns everything I had. That being my condos, villa, cars, boats, and a ton of stocks and cash. She still gives beatdowns now and then. But these are for pure pleasure and sexual thrills.