Hello everyone this is IndigoWerewolf with a series of one-shots I like to call Finding Escape. This story will be about Dead by Daylight, and if you don't know what that is, these stories probably aren't for you. But for those who do, this story will be about the various Killers and Survivors having sex in different ways and at the different locations. Now, Dead by Daylight is not a game that is easy to make lemons out of, but I will do my best. I will have tags at the beginning of each chapter so if you see something you're not into, you can skip it. With that said, I do not own Dead by Daylight, let's read!
Tags: Hetero, Anal, Rough Sex, Meg Thomas/Trapper
*BANG* "Shit!" The redhead working the generator cursed, and desperately worked to fix her mistake before the… the thing that was hunting them came for her as her eye twitched. Meg Thomas couldn't tell how long she and the others had been trapped by the Entity, only that she had been forced to play its twisted game at least five times, and she didn't know how much longer she could take it.
She had barely gotten the last parts in place and gotten the generator working before she felt a jagged blade cut into her back, knocking her against the front of the device. Acting on instinct, Meg dashed to the left as quickly as she was able, trying to get away from The Trapper, her current tormentor. She dashed through the maze of ruined walls that littered the old mine, and indeed every other realm they ran through avoiding the horrors the Entity unleashed upon them. 'The MacMillan Estate.' She thought as she realized her location. 'The one where they found all the bodies.'
Meg didn't have much time to think as she staggered through the labyrinth of brick, trying to escape the masked creature that was chasing her. As she turned a sharp corner, she cried out as a searing pain went through her leg and she was sent to the ground by her own momentum, her ankle caught in a bear trap.
Meg choked out a sob as she struggled to get the trap open before the Killer caught up with her. It would seem that her actions were in vain however, as its eyes' red glow fell on her and the brute roughly yanked her leg out of the trap and threw her over its shoulder. As soon as it did, Meg went limp and started sobbing, begging the Trapper as it carried her to the nearest hook, "Please, please, just end it. Make this stop, I can't take it anymore."
Meg's pleas dissolved into incomprehensible sobs as the behemoth carried her. It had almost reached a hook when it paused, stopping in place as if in a daze. It stayed there for a moment as Meg continued to beg with it to end her existence before reversing its course and shambling through the abandoned lot. Meg didn't notice any of this until they had reached their intended destination, a relatively clean mattress surrounded by more walls.
The Trapper unceremoniously dumped Meg on the mattress, shocking her and snapping her out of her sobbing just in time to see her captor pulling off its overalls, showing that it didn't have anything on underneath. Meg's eyes widened at the sight of the Killer's flaccid cock, which was eleven inches in length and four in width, keeping in proportion with the rest of its body. As it approached her with its cock held in one hand, Meg stammered out, "Whoa there, I-I don't know what you think you're doing but I'm not that kind of-HMPH!"
The Trapper cut her off by grabbing the back of her head and forcing her forward, shoving its shaft into her mouth and making her gag as it started to thrust, its cock slowly hardening. Meg beat her fists ineffectively against its thighs to try and get away from it, but it didn't react, and she wondered if it could even feel anything.
Suddenly, the Trapper pulled out of her mouth, its now-erect cock wet with her saliva. Meg coughed as it withdrew from her, but didn't have long to rest before it picked her up and tore her jeans off with one hand, taking her panties with them. Meg's eyes widened as it set her back down, and she stammered out, "L-Look, I don't know what's going on with you, b-but-GAK" The Trapper cut her off by shoving its cock into her mouth again, this time shoving its length straight into her throat. She gagged as it reached down with its other hand and started to roughly grope her crotch, artlessly rubbing her pussy with its fingers.
Due to the suddenness of the situation she was in and the trauma she had been through during her captivity thus far, Meg hadn't realized what exactly was going on until now. But as the Trapper skull-fucked her with one hand and groped her with the other, it became clear to her that her pursuer intended to fuck her. If its current treatment was any indication, it intended to do so hard and rough. Meg was not a fragile person by any means, so she never objected when a couple of her previous boyfriends wanted to get a little rough in the bedroom. Even now, feeling the way it rubbed her, Meg could start to feel her pussy growing wet in spite of the circumstances she was in.
Still, Meg couldn't even bring herself to think of the Trapper as human, let alone something she wanted to have sex with. She knew that it was futile given the creature's strength and her lack of weaponry or escape options, but she had already been impaled, shocked, and torn apart by the Entity's minions. She was in no hurry to add fucked to that list, so she bit down on the shaft in her mouth as hard as she could, trying to get the Trapper to take it out of her mouth or at least enrage it enough to just kill her.
It was in vain, however. No matter how much she bit down, the Trapper refused to stop or show any signs of pain, and Meg decided to stop before she damaged her teeth. She groaned as the behemoth fucked her mouth, and started thinking on how to escape it. The more she thought however, the more she realized she couldn't. The Entity's Killers had proven themselves stronger than the Survivors on every occasion possible, and Meg was in no position to run away. She had no flashlight with which to stun the Trapper, and he had a strong hold on her. Tears welled up in her eyes as she wondered why the beast was doing this. Suddenly, she moaned as its fingers hit her clit, and she could feel her body slowly start to heat up.
Meg squirmed as the Trapper's fingers stimulated her, arousal starting to rear its head. A blush worked up on her cheeks and she desperately tried to pry its fingers from her cunt. She was unable to move its digits, and she groaned in frustration. But it would seem she had bigger problems, as she started to feel the Trapper's cock twitch in her mouth. It gave no signs of slowing down, and Meg renewed her efforts to escape, not wanting it to cum inside her mouth.
This only seemed to encourage the killer, as it pushed its cock forward and into her throat. Meg screamed in indignation as the Trapper fucked her throat. She sputtered and choked as it gave deep, powerful thrusts, desperately trying to escape it even as her body temperature rose and her juices dripped over the behemoth's fingers. Her eyes fluttered shut as her hips started thrusting into its hand against her will, and she moaned involuntarily around its shaft.
Suddenly, the Trapper thrust its cock as deep into her mouth as it could and held it there. Meg sputtered as it came into her stomach, its seed rushing down her throat. She felt her gut churn as it ejaculated into her, and it pulled out to let the last strings shoot across her face. She cringed, the sensation of its spunk on her face burning her skin. She then yelped, the Trapper shoving her back roughly and turning her onto her stomach.
The Trapper pressed its hand against her back, pinning her in place. Meg cried out as a burning spread through her lower back. She hissed in pain once it had abated, and she strangely no longer had to use the bathroom. Whatever magic held the survivors there had not robbed them of the need for food or drink, and they had constructed a rudimentary outhouse near their campfire. She was suddenly pulled out of her thoughts by the Trapper's fingers rubbing against her anus, its gloves roughly spreading her juices over her tighter hole.
Meg cried out in pain as it stretched her roughly, widening her anus with no regard for her safety or comfort. She cringed and squirmed in place, but it kept her effortlessly pinned with one strong hand. It shoved its fingers as deep inside of her as it could one last time before withdrawing them and shifting its hands to grip her hips. She tried to claw her way out of its grip, to squirm away, anything she could to not get fucked by this monster, but it was in vain, and she soon felt the head of its cock pressing against her anus.
"You're gonna rip me in half! Get off of me!" Meg shouted. The Trapper didn't listen, and pressed its gigantic cock against her. Meg tried to constrict her anus but it was too sore from it stretching her, and she screamed as it slowly started to penetrate her. She thrashed and squirmed but it held fast, sliding its cock into her rectum until it could go no farther. Meg trembled in pain as she felt the behemoth cock inside her, tears starting to leak from her eyes.
The Trapper only gave her a few moments before it started to pull out, Meg desperately hoping that it would withdraw itself and leave. Her wishes were in vain as it pulled out until only the head was inside before pushing back into her without waiting for her to adjust. Meg screamed as her rectum burned, the Trapper's cock stretching her painfully. She took deep breaths as it pushed as far as it could into her before starting to pull out again. The beast slowly started to fuck her ass, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise.
Meg took shuddering breaths and tried to relax her anal passage, having given up on escaping and now only hoping to lessen the pain. The Trapper didn't respond to her ceasing her struggles, maintaining an iron grip on her as it started to speed up its thrusts. Meg bit her lip, her cheeks growing red as the pain was replaced with pleasure in degrees. She had tried anal before, a few times in fact, and was no stranger to having her partners treat her roughly. This was on another level however, and she was worried about how much she was starting to like it.
Meg panted as she relaxed in the Trapper's grip, his hips pumping at a steady pace. Her eyes fluttered as the burning in her rectum abated, and she started to moan in pleasure. Those moans turned into a scream as it slapped the gash on her back, sending waves of pain running through her body that went straight to her pussy. She panted in pleasure-mixed pain, her frame trembling. Meg moaned as the burning and aching in her back served to enhance the pleasure slowly filling her body.
The Trapper didn't seem to notice as it pumped its hips. Meg had just started to think that she might enjoy her ordeal when it snapped its hips and buried its cock as far inside her as it could. Her eyes went wide as searing heat filled her rectum, the beast pumping its cum deep inside of her. She groaned in disappointment in spite of herself before it slowly started to resume its pace. Her cheeks reddened further, her cunt leaking onto the ground as the Trapper used its new lubrication to fuck her even deeper.
A now-pleasurable burn started to spread through her lower back as the Trapper stretched her even farther, the pain fueling the fire of her lust. Meg closed her eyes as her hips involuntarily started to thrust backwards to meet the Killer fucking her ass, but she screamed as it roughly let go of one hip to wrench her arm backwards. Meg cringed as it squeezed her forearm, the bones creaking under its grip. He held her arm at a painful angle as he increased his pace, now starting to fuck her rapidly as she tried not to cry out.
Meg shuddered as pleasure shot up her spine, even the sharp pain in her arm and shoulder now starting to feel like bliss. Experimentally, she twisted her arm in its grip. The Trapper instantly tugged on her arm roughly and she felt her shoulder pop out of its socket. She screamed as tremors ran through her body, her cunt pulsing as her juices streamed to the ground. The Trapper started to speed up its thrusts, making her legs shiver in pleasure. She bucked her hips and gasped in pleasure as it jerked her arm to the side. She felt the bones in her arm splinter and break, and the sensation sent her spiraling into another orgasm as it started to fuck her harder and faster.
Meg thrashed in the Trapper's grip, the Killer continuing to give her even greater pain and pleasure. She distantly heard the booming siren of the doors opening but paid it no mind, her tongue lolling as her bones were broken and pleasure pulsed through her body. The Trapper hammered its cock in and out of her rectum, blood starting to leak around it as she did everything she could to get it to hurt her.
The Survivor's eyes rolled into the back of her head as she felt her hip dislocate, and she screamed in bliss as her cunt squirted her juices onto the ground. She simultaneously felt the Trapper thrust as deep inside her as it could, almost punching through her abdominal wall as it filled her with hot semen. Her vision went white and she slumped bonelessly in its grip as warmth suffused her body. Meg vaguely felt it release her and pull out as afterglow made her smile in contentment and close her eyes.
When she opened them, the Trapper was gone and a Medkit was laying on the ground beside her. It was a simple basic medical kit, but it would do. She opened it and rubbed the ointment inside on her arm and leg, the bones mending and popping back into place. "Gotta love magic healing kits." She muttered, then shakily got to her feet. The Trapper didn't disturb her as she limped her way to the door, leaking cum and blood from her anus. Her aches vanished as she passed through the mist to find herself at the Survivor's campsite, her body and clothes intact.
Jacob Park grinned to her wryly from his place by the fire, all of the others sleeping or trying to. "From the looks of it, you just got your first treatment." He said. Meg's eyes widened. "You mean… That's happened to the others? Getting… Used like that?" She asked. Meg was the newest Survivor, while Jacob had been there the longest. He nodded as she sat down, and told her, "They do it every so often. No real pattern to it. They just seem to get… In the mood, right in the middle of their little 'hunts'." "Do you know why they do it?" She asked him.
Jacob shrugged and said, "The Entity makes them, we know that. It controls them. But as for why… Who knows? Incentive to not just go limp and not play its games? We haven't been able to figure it out." He looked to his shoes and remarked, "Although, if you want my guess, I'd say it's to keep us sane. It has enough monsters, doesn't want to make any more by just offing us over and over." Meg's lips pursed. She had died and woken up by the campfire more times than she would like, and had to admit that her experience with the Trapper had helped to bring something of a relief to her ordeal. "I'm going to sleep." Meg said, curling up in her sleeping bag to get some rest.
And there's the first chapter. I'll be doing all of the Killers and Survivors so stick around if you want to see more of this. Feel free to leave a review and let me know what you thought. IndigoWerewolf out!