Xxbigb0Ss1000Xx Pt 02

Oh hey, this is getting a lot of attention. Thanks for the likes I truly appreciate it but, genuinely do any of you specialize in, like, suing companies for butt-fucking them?

Har-har, guys you can stop commenting, every auto repair shop in America, you're making my phone a vibrator. Oh, and this is mainly for those genuinely asking, I don't know anything about the company. I've been here for around two months and I honestly can't piece together what kinda service they provide. The jet was unmarked, and when I entered the house it didn't have a number on it.

Nor did the staff that walked out of the house have any logos or patterns, just black clothing. I looked at the GPS on the guy's phone while he was driving to the house and it was just coordinates. I don't remember the numbers or letters, and honestly, I was trying not to look suspicious while Chess was eyeing me down, questioning if I remembered anything. It was the longest forty minutes of my life when she noticed me itching at my replaced Polo shirt. All I can say for sure is that we went up this long-ass snowy mountain.

Think Jack Nicolson's, 'The Shining'. Not a big hotel or anything but a medium-sized mansion, for like two families. I'm not sure, I've lived in small apartments my whole life, just know that the air was harder to breathe and there was a castle further up the mountain. My guess is this is a historical landmark. One final thing before I go, there is a town at the bottom of the mountain, a small town, and lucky for my fatass, a McDonalds with Wifi. Also to the guy who said, 'God I wish that were me', no you fucking wouldn't.

To keep track of the date for myself I am writing this May 16, 2020. Just so I don't have to look at the date I posted this on the site. I should've done that at the beginning but I just didn't think of it at the time. Anyways on with the issue. I was given this intricate-looking copper key and was told to maintain the current state of the house. Aside from that, I was allowed to leave the residence on weekends, and for supply runs. Gave me a truck and threw the keys at me, not even waving goodbye. :(

Aside from my aching ass,(still emotionally dealing with that) I felt awesome! They dropped me off on a Saturday and I took the time to look around the house. Ate, watched some DVDs and fell asleep on a comfy bed. I felt like a king! On Sunday I went to the town and bought myself some video games and a PlayStation.

From there I nabbed some of my favorite snacks and took the time to download movies and songs on my phone. Blah, blah, blah, and two weeks have passed. Still having a good time I started to develop a habit of just walking around the house naked, who's going to see me? Aside from cleaning the house and making sure to dust off bookshelves and desks I relatively kept to myself. The work week starts and I'm outside shoveling snow from the walkways. After a while, I go and open the door only to find it closed.

Confused as I never bother to lock it I try again, then again, I push and twist the key and pull my hand away immediately as I feel it burn hot, my ungloved hand left with red marks as I jump back, my nervous system responding faster than my brain as I jolted. Taking a moment, I go to reach for the key again to take it out and feel it has a normal temperature again. Unsure of what to think of it I move on and place it on the back burner of my mind. Days go by and I'm in the attic organizing some of the boxes and old paintings, listening to music to make it less creepy, wondering why the rock band I'm listening to has more screaming vocals than usual.

I swear they had weird traditions back in the old times because why does everyone in this family portrait look like they're yelling at me? Yes, I know. I'm an airhead. Coming back from a supply run, I roll into the driveway, looking into my rearview mirror to see the door close, I notice a face looking at me from my backseat. Seeing the corner of its downturned face, its eye achingly gazing into my own as its labored breath huffed with anger.

Frozen, it disappeared into thin air. For the first time, I'm filled with dread, panic, terror, pure fear. Whatever looked at me that day saw me and let me live. Clenching the steering wheel, I take the time to feel the rush of emotions go through me, staying in the garage for hours as I thought of the pros and cons of leaving. Opening my car door feeling woozy as I choose to stay.

I know, why, why the hell would I stay? I... don't have a life to go back to. Yeah, I know, bo-hoo, at least I would have a life. People in the world are starving and dying for something and I'm a loser on top of this hill complaining about seeing a ghost. Feeling the burning shame of not having it as hard as someone else and still complaining is not lost on me.

For most of my life, I took the convenient route, they say taking a shortcut is always the longest road and I'm a prime example of that. I'm thirty and have nothing to show for it, and by the time I entered the house again, I sure felt like nothing. I always thought I'd be somebody like my dad but. I think I'm just content he died so he wouldn't have to see me like this. I'm going to log off now. Peace out.

May 16, 2020(3 hours later btw). I'm back. Sorry, my last post ended on a sad note. I know you're not here for that. For the people psychoanalyzing me and theorizing in the comments, I'll end the argument here and say yes, I used to do sex work. I don't know how this company found out about that but Chess sure used every trick to get me around her finger.

Maybe she spoke to some of my past lovers? I'll have to ask her someday, also yeah, stripper having relationship and daddy issues? Theory confirmed. I'm going to go back to my glass-half-full self now, on with the story. Entering the house I managed to somewhat convince myself that what I saw was simply a conjured illusion my isolated self was imagining.

Being alone for a solid chunk of time will definitely do that to you, even when I was alone in the big city I at least saw and talked to people. Here? The closest thing to having a human connection was hearing the wind screaming. Masturbating in every room in the house and sleeping on all the furniture was when I realized that I might have started going crazy. Seeing things should have been the most obvious sign I needed help, no wonder I saw a creepy ass face staring at me.

However, that didn't stop me from thinking that it was real, at the very least it felt like it. I think it noticed my change in demeanor as I started to get a lot more jumpy after that. You notice when you look for it right? As days went by I tried to continue as normal, I'd hear small sounds that would erk me, things that were in a different spot than where I'd placed them, slamming doors. Until it intensified to where I'd start hearing and seeing things that were simply impossible like rooms being bigger or smaller, the wallpaper whispering sweet nothings as I tried to leave, just to bump into a wall where I thought the door was.

By the time Thursday comes around I'm in my room hugging one of the big teddy bears I found in the attic. Crying into its chest as I hear loud footsteps stomp downstairs, falling asleep from exhaustion.

"WAKE UP!" It roared in my ear.

Jumping out of bed I look around the room to find it empty, pulling myself together I blare every song in my playlist into my ears as I go out to do my duties to feel safer, neglecting them as I had spent the week terrified. After a while I took them out, my ears tired from the noise, exhausted. I rest in one of the guestrooms in the manor, as it seemed the ghost took a while to find me. From the small things I know from this ghost scaring the shit out of me I noticed that, one: it can somewhat control the temperature of objects, I'm not sure how far it goes, besides the key that burnt me. Two: it can make allusions.

Very creepy. Three: it can hit me. Which I felt when I abruptly woke up from the searing slap on my ass. Note that I still walked around and slept naked. Why?

I thought it would look suspicious if the ghost saw me all of a sudden padding myself with thick clothing and armor, acknowledging that it had power over me. More importantly, I wasn't going to let this thing boss me around and scare me out of the house(I didn't think it could touch me, at the very least it had not before). Which was now redundant after being a bitch for five days. I'm hard-headed. After that, instead of the manly yell, I thought I'd produce. My half-asleep brain gave this high-pitched sloppy whimper that turned into a girlish moan that I muffled into the pillow. Arching my back from the pain, my head groggily lifted up to look around the room, again empty.

I know I brushed over a lot of the horror over the past five days but honestly, I can't bother to describe it, nor remember well as I was sleep-deprived. Emotionally and physically tired because I was constantly scared and tense. Anyway, It's getting kinda late and I don't like driving up the mountain at night, for those who are still curious about where I am so they can recommend me, lawyers, I can't let that information out as my contract states I am to never speak to the specific location of my residence. However, I can say that I live in the U.S.A. Wyoming.

May 17th, 2020. After waking up it was finally the weekend, driving down the hill to get some firewood and burn time, I was in the parking lot going back to my truck as Chess came up to me. She wanted to check on me to ask how I was doing. I lied and told her I was fine and that I was enjoying my time at the mansion. After catching up, she gave me a side hug and left. It was kinda hard to not look at her as we both drove to the same empty McDonald's and headed inside.

Raising her eyebrows and opening the door in front of me she spoke, "Not a lot of places in town huh?"

"I don't like the diner, too many old folks wanting to talk."

"Yeah and everyone at the bar just wants to fuck without the talk." She said, closing the door behind me, at the counter she offered to pay. Politely saying 'I got this' she curtly pulled my hand out of pocket and said she'd pay. Not wanting to argue, I drop the issue.

"I'll get the McMuffin, big fry, and big Sprite. What do you want?"

"Um, ya, the same, small Pepsi though." Sitting down in the booth she peppered me with questions about my time at the mansion. After some generic answers, she asked me her real question.

"Why did they hire you?"

Taken aback I spoke. "Impressive resume I guess, weren't you the one that said I passed?"

She closed her eyes and took a moment before speaking. "They don't tell me anything, I'm bottom rung, and I don't like liars Nathan."

Feeling a little empty inside, I told her what I believed. "I'm really not sure why but my guess is that it's because I'm a loner."

"Loner." She seemed to ruminate on that fact, eyes glazed looking at the table, itching at her lip as she thought deeply.

"I'll go check to see if our order is done."

"Sure."

After we were done eating in silence she told me a few things before leaving.

"Keep this to yourself, don't make too many friends, and don't lie to me, I know you never turned in a resume." As she drove away I took a deep breath, she must've had a tracker on the truck. Although it makes me kinda uncomfortable I guess it's to make sure I haven't driven off the hill or stayed in the town too long, or the mansion. My heart feels heavy as it starts to get dark and I have to go back up the mountain, slowly I open the door, nervous to face another week in the mansion. Strangely, or normally enough, nothing happened for the next couple of days, matter of fact the house seemed warmer than usual and I started to begin to feel safe.

A few more days went by and everything seemed easier to do, it was easier to shovel snow, ladders felt more stable, and my bed even felt comfier, warmer. I'm not sure what the sudden change was about but I wasn't complaining. In the late evening, as I was doing dishes for the night, I felt the warm sensation smother my body, an encapsulating force that made the world feel heavier. As I got to the last cup I yelped in pain as I felt my torso being squeezed, my bottom getting warmer and warmer, I gave a heavy breath as I felt something grip my chest. Shutting off the water I walked away but not before I felt the same slap against my ass, knocking me over the chair, I stumbled to get on my knees as I felt the sudden oppressive force squish my body to the ground.

Pushing up slowly it felt like I was under a car, sweat pouring down my face as the heat got hotter and my breaths shallow. I was finally able to make it to my feet as the sudden pressure disappeared, looking around I walked away and went to bed. At night in my dreams, it was worse.

I was in this dark room, walls covered in mosaics, long windows of glass that showed the beautiful terrain of the snowy mountainscape, the light pouring in like towers of light hitting the stone floor. I wore a tailored suit of a butler and a pink bow tie, holding a charcuterie board of various cheeses and meat in one hand, a candlelight in the other walking towards a bed. My vision faded to black as I found myself kissing the underside of a fat stomach that served to hide my face from the thing, coming to my senses I backed away only to feel a large mitt of a hand grab the back of my head pushing me towards the gorging cock that would soon impale my throat if I had not dodged fast enough. Her thick musk was hot and heavy, dominating the air around me as I huffed on the side of its cock. I felt myself wince in pain as I felt its hand clenching my hair, smothering in the thick fat of her fupa as my hands struggled to push away.

I felt myself weaken, trying to huff in any air that found its way into this cavern of her thighs and stomach. I thought the only thing I could and begin to massage its cock. A soft moan emanated from it, and I felt it let go of me. My white-gloved hand rubbed up and down the veiny shaft as I saw it tremble.

"You..." It said with a soft voice. Carefully I began to kiss along, her smell was addicting as I found myself taking long drags of its cock along my tongue, my nose sniffing wildly as I felt it moan a little louder. Retracting from its crotch, I looked to find its face, only for it to abruptly shove my head, sniffing the tip of its cock. Its fingers applied an agonizing pressure to my skull as I hurriedly began to swallow its cock. Up and down I let myself get five inches in before stopping to go back, slowly I retracted as I felt my jaw slowly close, having conformed to its thick meat as a slick sound of saliva and precum popped from my mouth.

"Are..." A thick stream of goop plastered my face, falling onto my chest and crotch as I gasped for air. Blind with cum I try to wipe my eyes only to feel its strong hands fully grip my entire wrists and pull back. I saw stars as my nose was smothered again in her fat, all twelve inches of it clogged my throat and I began to give thin breaths that whistled out my nose. I felt myself get heavier, the world disappearing around me as its thighs were thicker than my torso closed in on my head.

I felt my stomach strain against my button-up shirt as it filled me with heavy cum. My arms tried to pull its legs apart but its strong grip held me tight as I felt its thighs clench with every wave of its ongoing orgasm. Soon enough the world went dark. I woke up in a hot sweat as I felt my sodden sheets get covered in my sweat and precum. Faint memories of being smothered and fucked permeated my mind as I went on to do my duties for the day, nights seemed to last longer.

The next day I woke up to feel myself on the carpeted floor sweaty, my cock shooting its load on the floor as I twitched, my muscles fatigued, feeling my emptying hole come back to its regular size as the ghost left a slick slime that trailed out of me onto the floor. Shuffling to my feet slowly as I raised myself by shoving myself up the wall, my shaky knees working to straighten my legs as I left to the bathroom to clean myself up, wiping the residue from my mouth. Watching a movie after a long hot bath I found myself struggling to stay awake to avoid its appetite. After a while, I managed to fend off the tantalizing feel of sleep as I went to distract myself, by playing video games. Laying on my stomach I got to do some missions in Metal Gear Solid 5, yeah, for those who don't play video games my gamer tag is referenced after the main character.

Because he's fucking awesome(I know I didn't need to add that but I never get to geek out). Again I started to hear whispers in my ear, moving away, I continued playing and felt the soft nudge against my butt, a hot feeling brushing against my ass. I quickly sat up. Crisscrossed, I continued. Occasionally I felt the oppressive pressure on my head, straining my neck I kept my eyes on the screen, taking deep breaths as I felt myself lose the battle.

Eventually, after a couple of minutes, the ghost must've gotten impatient and I felt all presence leave my body, happy. Panting from the stressful ordeal I got up to turn off the console, glad that it had lost interest for the night until my head hit flat on the carpeted ground, my lower back numb, I felt my prostate get vigorously teased as I squirmed on the floor. Trying to move away was a bad idea as I felt the rug rash burn my knees as it dragged me closer. I felt the hot air concentrate around my ass as I relaxed my butt to accommodate the pressure that entered me. I tried to control my breathing as I felt my bottom be molded and mushed, it massaged my butt as it began to flick my ball of pleasure faster and faster. Shirt bundled up my armpits, shorts practically handcuffing my ankles I lent limp as my hands pawed at the ground, my nose smelling the fresh carpet cleaner I applied a couple of days ago.

By now this thing had me in the diving position, almost levitating mid-air. I felt it carefully slide its fingers out as it started to use its thick tongue to finish the job. A long time passed as I tried to escape, uselessly kicking my legs in the air, after a while I passed out as I came hard, jets of cum painting the floor. But it wasn't done with me yet. I was in another dream, one more nightmarish as I rose on a bed covered in thick cotton blankets and furs.

Silk drapery hanging on the top sides of the bed. Still, like all the other dreams I was in a butler uniform with white gloves and a pink bow tie. Trying to get up I felt myself get tangled in the thick cloth as I began to wrench my arms away from the bed. Horrified as I felt it start to grip my form. A thick cotton blanket warped its way around my ankle, my shoes falling off as I began to stand up and shake it off.

I tried to wrench my free foot, but the blanket held firm, losing my balance. I grabbed onto one of the silk drapes that littered the top of the bed. Panicked as I saw it take a life of its own when It began to slither its way down my arm and restrict my shoulder movement. Taking a chance I threw myself off the bed, but the blanket wouldn't budge and I felt my ankle snap. The loud crackle made me want to throw up, the pain made me want to die as the blanket ratcheted my ankle out of its socket. My head at the foot of the bed I tried to still crawl my way off but felt the other thick fabrics begin to wrap around my torso and squeeze.

This wasn't much of an issue but as the other fabrics started to join in I felt it constrict around me, like it was getting stronger with every layer that covered me. It was hard to breathe as I tried to pull the furs down from my armpits, their conjoined efforts started to tire me as more silk dropped down from the top and thickly wrapped its way around my hands, I screamed in pain, and tears welled in my eyes as the dislocation of my fingers began to pop and crackle, all strength left my body as I felt it pull my joints to their breaking point, stopping only when it felt it could no longer hear the popping sound. The silk leaving, I was horrified by my floppy hands as they uselessly drooped from my wrists. Even more terrified as the thick silk found its new target, snaking down my back I felt it wrap around my knee. "No... please I'll do anything!"