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Dwight’s heart beat louder with every passing second, feet flying over the ground, eyes peeled on the gound for traps and ears seeking the life saving wind tunnel sound of the hatch. The trapper was hot on his tail, Dwight hit a fast vault and heard the clang of the killer’s machete hit the vault just barely missing him. And then he heard it. Oh god there’s the hatch he’s going to make! The burst of speed from the vault carries him that last distance and with the killer still rounding the bend dwight drops over the hatch— only to land on his ass. The cruel crunching sound of the entity blocking something echos in his ears and he looks down in horror at the cross hatched black entity claws barring the hatch underneath him. No no no no no. A mean chuckle breaks him from his disbelief and he looks up to see the giant form of the trapper towering over him.
"No escape fer you little rabbit." Shock leaves Dwight frozen in the wake of that deep rumbling voice, one he’d never heard before in all his countless trials. A huge hand reaches and grabs Dwight by the back of the neck, lifting him effortlessly like he weighs no more then a wet kitten. A whimper escapes him as he's brought level with the Trappers toothy mask. "Y’re mine now." The words snap Dwight back into action kicking and struggling futilely in the man’s iron grasp. "Flightly little theng. Struggling aint gonna do nothing. Y’re stuck here fer however long I fancy keepen ya." Suddenly Dwight is being held tight to the barrel chested mans body, legs and body supported by meaty arms and hands trapped between them. "All this and you ar’ a reward from the Entity." Dwight can see his face, but he can hear the proud smirk coloring his words and the fight drains from him all at once. He’s been in the trails to long for hope to hold any sort of flame long. If the entity is on the Trapper’s side in this then Dwight is along for the ride wherever it leads. If he lets it happen maybe it will be quick and maybe he can drift into fluffy buzzing numbness before the worst of it. Even so tears track silently down his face. "Good boy, makin it easy fer both o’ us." The words were rumbled almost directly into Dwights ear, sending a jolt through his body and his face to flush deep red. "I—
I— no— I— wha…" The trapper just laughed in face of his spluttering, jostling Dwight and causing him to reflexively cling tightly to the fist wrapped around his chest.
In front of them, a large house loomed. The map of this last trial was completely unfamiliar to Dwight, and he was now noticing as they had walked the generators and other trial structures had seemingly vanished. The house itself—that had been the main building—was in significantly better repair, and on the whole, the area was less gloomy and littered with obstacles.
They mounted the steps and the Trapper easily cradled Dwight in one arm as he shoved open the front door whisking them inside. The killer made a couple of contemplative humming noises as he strode through the house. The foyer opened up to a kitchen on the left and dinning on the right. The living room splayed out behind it in the back with stairs leading to a second floor and this is where the trapper stopped. "It’ll do" The gruff voice pronounced decisively and With no warning, Dwight found himself hurled over the arm of the couch, dizzy from being thrown around. The hulking body of the killer bent over him, a heavy presence against his back.
" What—what are you doing?! Stop!" Dwight scrambled to pull himself further up the couch, but his hips were pinned.
"Oh doll," The Trapper’s rough hand stroked possessively down Dwights face and neck with more pressure than ever could be misconstrued as a caress, the other dug into his hip reinforcing the pin. "Yer mine remember? I’ll do what ever I damn well please with ya and right now, I plan ta use that ass of yers." The mans voice once again rumbled directly in his ear, sending little spasms through Dwights frame. Panic rushed through him so quickly that Dwight's vision went spotty and the room around him spun again. His heart beat hammered so loudly in his ears that it drowned out any chance of strategic thought. Instead he cowered. "No no no nonononono—" His desperate begging was cut off by the Trapper ruthlessly burying a meaty fist in Dwight's hair and shoving him face first into the couch cushions. The Trappers sadistic chuckles sent worms crawling through his skin.
Dwight’s arms were so weak, he could do nothing under the Trappers combined weight and seemingly superhuman strength. He had never been a fighter not like David or Laurie or Ash or— he just couldn’t. No he was a useless coward. Tears wet the material under his face and Dwight let his body go limp, high keening whimpers built up in his throat while his lungs screamed for oxygen. "There’s a good boy." The Trappers voice reverberated through every inch of Dwight’s body held flush against him. The hand left his hair, instead grabbing him by the hip and pulling him down against the trappers hips and a solid heat Dwight’s brain circuted trying not to think about. A sob broke from between greedy gasps of newly accessible air. "Ya do what yer told and I’ll be gentle like with ya." The Trappers hands rubbed Dwight back and forth against himself, hips beginning to twitch. "Well, gentler." The Monster that had Dwight at his mercy gave out a huffing chuckle and bucked against him particularly hard. "I woul’n’t want to break ya to soon af’er all." One giant hand traveled from Dwights hip to his soft belly, rubbing gentle confounding circles that left Dwights head spinning. "By the entity’s will I’m gonna put a whelp in ya. We’re gonna make a family together you ‘nd I." It took only a seconds delay for the horror of the Trappers words to settle in Dwight's mind—rekindling the desperation for escape into a roaring flame—but it was too late. The Trapper’s hand on his stomach was gripping and ripping through the seat of Dwight’s pants before the first "No" left his lips.
Thick fingers groping blindly and sinking into the the wet folds of Dwight’s cunt. Dwight screwed his eyes shut and whimpered more as the hand froze. "Oh Doll," The thing crooned "Ye were hidden somethin’ from me. The En’ity promised I didn’t have nothin’ ta worry abou’ with breeding ya proper. I didn’t think she meant this." Shivers began wracking Dwight’s body uncontrollably sobs wrecking his attempts to even his breathing. "Whata perfect gif’ ye are." He couldn’t escape into his head. The Trappers growling words and the heat pressing against his back, the fingers pressing and playing between his lips wouldn’t let him. Trapped between rocking hips and hard digits, he sobbed as the friction began to burn through his body. The feeling making him want to claw off his skin and kicking his brain into the back seat. Forced to be present, but not in control as his hips started jerking, driving the first of the Trapper knuckles up into his cunt.
"Tha’s it lil’ bunny, you want ta be filled don’t ya." The rest of the thick digit drove into him, roughly fucking in and out of him. His whimpering swelled into cries and another finger was quickly forcing itself inside. To fast, to full. It burned and Dwight sobbed, foreseeing images of himself torn and bleeding, fluids he refused to label leaking from of his used and discarded body. The fingers in his cunt scissored back and forth remorselessly and a third finger pushed in. Dwight screamed. "Nnonono stop please no more." And then the fingers curled and a different sort of cry broke from him, and again, and again.
The burning tore through him once again. Intense and tingling like blood returning to a numbed limb. A groan behind him tried to pry him back to the horror of the larger moment, but Dwight’s brain went silent as his body throbbed for attention. Hips pushing back and cunt strangling the fingers trying to pull from him—a desperate whine left his lips, high pitched and drawling. "There ya go baby boy. Ye gonna be good when I shove my cock in ya? Take it nice and easy like? Ye gonna keep cryin’ for me sweet thang?" Fingers slipped out fully with a wet pop and a yawning chasm opened up in his belly in their absence. Dwight cried harder thrusting back uselessly into hips that drew away and a bruising grip holding him in place. "No no—Please!" The meaning of the words twisted and lost somewhere in the storm of mutated sensations.
A blunt heat kissed the cold fire of his cunt and Dwight mewled in relief. And then it was pressing in. Invading what felt like every crevas in Dwight’s body, hard and hot. Coring out everything "Dwight" and leaving a writhing thing made only for pleasure in his place. "That’s it Doll. Take it." And god, he took it. He never saw what now fucked up inside him but it felt huge and it felt so so good. He was being consumed by it.
Hands groped his hips, his sides, his breasts squeezing and leaving burning trails all over his skin. Hot wet lips sucking brands into his neck. The cock plunging over and over into his weeping pussy sent wave after wave of undulating pleasure through him. Moans broke upon his lips with every thrust. And pulsing growls kept time with them.
Then the rythme stuttered. Teeth clamped into the meat of his neck strangling a scream in his throat and sending spasms pulsing through his cunt. The cock within jerked and his belly filled with cum. Dwight unraveled at the seams, mewling and melting into the sensation of being pressed between the cushions and the body collapsing on top of him. Thick arms wrapped around him hugging him even closer, consciousness swimming in hazy bliss for only seconds, before slipping away.