The cold air bit at Catelyn's bare body as she sprinted through the forest, her nipples painfully cold as she ducked beneath branches and twigs. Her sopping wet pussy was chilled as the cold air washed over her orgasm ridden cunt. Her footing was soft as she almost pranced through the gods wood, her ass bouncing as she ran.

Jon was trailing behind, his cock bouncing alongside her. Despite the heightened severity of the situation and the likelihood of getting caught, Jon still couldn't help, but ogle the sexy lady's arse that was shaky and bouncing as they ran. His cock was already feeling a twinge as they neared the Broken Tower. As they rounded the corner and darted inside the tower, Jon felt his cock harden to full mast and smack his stomach smearing pre-cum on his skin. Closing the door behind him, he turned to Catelyn who was busy catching her breath.

"Milady…" Jon panted moving towards Catelyn only to have her snap at him and turn him back with venom in her voice.

"Not a word! This meant nothing! I will wait upstairs until night fall and you shall remain here. I do not wish to look at you," Catelyn snapped the Bastard, her eyes darting down to Jon's crotch and salivating at the thick cock he had regrown. Her pussy wetted as she gazed at It longing to feel each ridge and vein pulsing through her ass again, but she had come to her sense and deemed it too much. She would not partake in such betrayal again. Turning and leaving the room she stormed up the stairs, the cold stone stinging her feet as she made her way to one of the higher rooms.

It was only when she arrived in the higher room that she realised her folly. She was in the room that they had agreed Bran had fallen from. At least the ledge was just outside the window. Too embarrassed to return as suggest Jon should instead remain up here, Catelyn sighed and took a seat on the pile of rubble, upon which –unbeknownst to her- Cersei had pleasured herself and then fucked her middle child. The stone was uncomfortable upon her bare arse jagging into her soft flesh resulting in her rising to her feet once more and simply wandering to room. As she did so she noticed something rather peculiar.

A strand of hair lay on the floor. A golden strand of hair. Sliding to her knees and onto the uncomfortable stone floor, she inspected the hair. It was long and golden, an attribute that did not reflect anyone she knew in Winterfell. It must have been here a long time. No one had been in the tower for ages. Bran was the first person to be found anywhere near the blasted structure in years. It can't have been a coincidence that someone else was in the tower when Bran fell. Unless he didn't fall. Maybe he was pushed…

Jon sat in quiet contemplation. His hand absentmindedly sliding up and down his hard cock picturing the lady stark's dainty highborn hand playing with his enlarged cock. The woman had blindfolded him and he had to picture what she looked like sliding up and down in his cock, his thick dick plunging in and out of her tight norther arse. She was glorious. And now she was acting like it never happened. He almost didn't get to cum and she would have happily let him lay there as she walked away satisfied with herself, leaving him to finish himself. And now she wouldn't even be in the same room. She was a bitch.

Stopping his pleasuring, Jon looked to the stairs and smirked. She needed to be taught a lesson. A hard lesson. Jumping to his feet he crossed over to the stairs and stopped in his tracks when something caught his eyes. Rope… this would be fun…

Resting on her knees almost presenting her ass to whomever would walk in the door, Catelyn inspected the hair racking her mind for who would leave it here. The only people adorned with golden hair that matched the shade which was retained in the strand in her hand was… the Lannisters. Before she could finish her though she felt something wrap around her knees and tighten pulling them together. Then another slid around her feet and tightened. She tried to turn onto her back, but two hands grabbed her and forced her to stay on her front, pressing her nipples into the cold floor and grinding her breasts against the stone. Grunting in response, Cat shrieked in anger as her hands were wrenched behind her and bound. Before she could scream any further, she felt a rag fill her mouth and render her mute. The ropes binding her feet and hands were pulled together so that she arched her back and her hands and feet almost touched, pulling her ass and breasts from the ground and forcing her face to look forwards, where she saw him. The Bastard.

"Hush now, Lady Stark. I will do the talking now," Jon whispered pressing his finger to Catelyn's lips trying to get her to stop screaming into her makeshift gag, "You've been tossing me to the side and treating my like shit for too long. We have until night fall and I'm going to savour every single moment."

Screaming into the gag, Catelyn was quick to realise it was all, but futile and she subsided in her desperate attempts for saviour. Despite the situation, she was somewhat aroused. She had always had a thing for being dominated. Her sister was a very commanding person and in their… experiments she always played upon this dominative style, rendering Catelyn the submissive one. Even though she loved being used, Ned was always too noble to ever partake in such activities. Now that someone was taking control of her, she couldn't help, but submit, even if it was to this Bastard who she had to admit was a strapping young lad, despite her hatred for him.

"Now if you don't remain quiet when I take of your gag, I will make sure that you remain tied up here naked when the guards find you. Or I'll tie you up in the village in a place where the seediest of men live. They won't see you as a lady, but as a cunt needing a good fucking," Jon explained leaning forward and reaching around to untie her gag, "Now stay quiet, my little bitch…Not a word. Like you said earlier."

Catelyn was considering whether or not to scream. Yes she was about to be dominated like a little bitch, but there was something enticing about being tied up in some back alley and used like a common whore for the scum of the earth. Her mouth filled with cum and her ass and pussy gaping wide from a week of fucking from cocks of all sizes. Thick meaty cocks and thin piddly cocks. She would take them all. She wouldn't have a choice. Deciding to remain quiet, she let Jon take the gag out of her mouth and then hold her chin.

"Good… you're a good little bitch…" Jon said before sitting down right in front of her face and shuffling forward so that the tip of his cock smacked Catelyn's chin. She kept her mouth shut, trying to refrain from giving the bastard the satisfaction of her complete and utter submission, "Now, now… I licked your dirty cunt, only fair you suck my 'filthy bastard cock'. Do it yourself, before I make you."

Grimacing when faced with his cock, Catelyn jammed her jaw shut, defiant. Swallowing, she parted her lips opening her mouth slightly allowing Jon access. Not lowering herself and actually taking the cock into her mouth herself, Catelyn merely hovered above his cock, with pre-cum smeared across her chin. She felt Jon's hand reach around to her neck and pull her downwards. Keeping her neck rigid, she resisted ever so slightly, trying to keep up the façade of defiance despite wanting Jon to fuck her throat silly.

Smiling, Jon let his hand push her neck towards his tip. His bulbous head pressed against her lips smearing pre-cum across her lips leaving them glossy and shimmering. As she felt his cock slide across her lips and realised exactly what was happening. He began to force his cock into her mouth until his thick pulsing cockhead rested inside. Catelyn tried to look like she objected and put up a little bit of fight, but ultimately succumbed to what she really wanted. Jon was oblivious to the older woman's desires and saw this as submission.

Instead of forcing her neck further, Jon readjusted himself so he was on his knees and pulled his hips back, ready to push his cock into Cat's throat. Holding her head steady, Jon began to push forwards, his cock sliding into the woman's throat causing it to clench and spasm. Gagging and spluttering around his cock, she closed her eyes and tried to calm herself and take the cock just like her sister had taught her. Relentless with his intrusion, Jon managed to bury his cock inside the woman's throat. She refrained from taking the last few inches her throat clamping down and stopping Jon from continuing in further.

Taking this as a challenge, Jon wrapped both his hands around her neck and slowly pulled his cock out until only the tip rested inside her mouth. Gasping for air, Catelyn opened up her throat, gulping down what precious breath she could before she realised her mistake. Jon slammed his hips forward instantly burying the entirety of his massive cock in her throat. The tip hit the back of her throat and Jon forced her lips against his crotch. Holding her there, completely void of oxygen, Jon smiled.

Shifting his hips back and forth, Jon moved his cock in and out, easing it slowly backwards and forwards, never removing more than two inches from her mouth. He made sure she choked on his cock. She eventually managed to breathe through her nose, but the cock buried in her throat blocked the majority of the air. He gag reflex disintegrated and her throat became Jon's fuck hole. Looking down at the Lady, Jon saw tears in her eyes as he pounded her throat. He felt a little bad, but quickly remembered the brutality she demonstrated and began to pick up his thrusts.

Saliva was flooding from Catelyn's mouth and she couldn't help, but feel aroused. It had been too long since she had been used like this and she simply craved the submissiveness and domination she was subjected to. He pussy quivered with each powerful and dominating thrust into her mouth. Coughing into his cock, Catelyn felt, Jon reach over and firmly slap her soft bum, leaving a stinging red handprint on her soft northern flesh. Gasping around his cock, she spewed more saliva down her chin and onto the floor as a second slap hit her other cheek. She felt Jon's powerful young hands pry apart her ass cheeks and slip a finger into her arsehole. To his surprise she was relaxed and loose. She didn't even object to the intrusion.

"Naughty, naughty… You like it up your ass? I know you made me fuck you up the ass, but I thought that was so you could save you precious Ladylike cunt for father. No. The Highborn lady is a buttslut!" Jon exclaimed, causing the Catelyn to blush. Pulling his cock out of her mouth, Jon watched her cough and spluttering spitting the excess saliva across the floor as she regained her breath. Before she could speak, he walked around to her arse and knelt beside her plump rear. Smirking to himself, Jon used one hand to pull apart her cheeks and the other, her bunched into a fist.

Catelyn's ass had a significant gape to it from their prior activity. A gape that was large enough for Jon to be able to slowly wriggle his fist inside. It took her a moment to realise what he was about to do and she started to object.

"No! Don't you dare you…" Before she could finished her sentence, Catelyn felt her asshole slowly begin to stretch. Grunting loudly, she felt Jon's large fist start to ease into her arse. Three of his knuckles slipped past her arsehole and into her bum, quickly followed by the rest. Catelyn didn't have time to clench her arsehole before, Jon settled his entire wrist inside her. Her bumhole was wrapped snuggly around his wrist, much to his excitement, "…Bastard…"

"See how it feels? To have you ass split in two by someone's fist?" Jon smiled as Catelyn grimaced in pain and discomfort. Her face was scrunched up in agony as Jon rested his fist inside her ass. Her breathing was ragged and just as she calmed herself and adjusted her body to the thick intruder buried in her arse, Jon pushed his fist deeper into her asshole. Grunting in pain, Catelyn did her best to keep quiet and not give Jon the satisfaction, simply adding to her sweet arousal, "And I'm not even done yet!"

With a slow push, Jon began to force even more of his fist into Catelyn's arsehole. It took a minute or two, but eventually, he managed to force bulging muscly forearm inside her bum. Her tight arsehole stretched and flexed before fitting snugly around his arm. Just up to the elbow, Jon finally settled his arm, not moving any further.

"Oh no!" Jon said sarcastically, pretending to be genuinely worried, "If my arm is buried up your ass… where will I fuck you?"

Taking his cock in hand, Jon pressed against her sopping wet cunt causing her to protest loudly, "No! Don't you fucking dare! That's for Ned and Ned only!"

"Well Ned's not here so… I suppose I'll just have to take his place," Jon smirked pushing forward and burying the entirety of his long thick cock inside her pussy. Cursing beneath her breath, Catelyn closed her eyes and fell limp. Her body was weak and she couldn't help herself anymore. Succumbing to the pleasure, her body was feeling, she babbling nonsense. Pressing his hairy crotch against her soft plump bum cheeks, Jon used his free hand to freshen the hand print on her ass, by slapping her ass hard.

Pulling back, Jon began to pump hard into her pussy, pounding away at her pussy. His cock slid back and forth inside her pussy, spreading her pussy lips wider and wider with each thrust. Pulling his hand slowly from her ass, causing her to scream into the floor at the unbelievable pleasure and discomfort. Her ass was stretching and spreading wider.

Jon's cock was craving his orgasm and there was nothing her wanted more than to shower her in his cum. That would make him simply happy. Slamming back and forth as hard as he could, Jon grunted and groaned. Pulling his hand from her arse, Jon smacked her arse with both his hands before pulling his cock out of her pussy. Jerking furiously, Jon spurted his cum across her arsehole, drenching her with his cum. Exhausted, he fell to the side, looking at her gaping and wide holes, a smile on his face. Clambering to his feet, Jon crossed to the tied up woman and made to help her out.

Untying Catelyn, Jon strode towards the stairs to return to his room to remain quiet and ignore the tired and panting woman. As he ascended the stairs, cum dripping as he went, he heard the Lady call, "Jon!"

"What?" Jon snapped as he walked back down, still angry with the treatment she had given him in the past.

"I'm sorry… for how I treated you," Catelyn apologised clambering to her feet, shaky and wincing In pain, her asshole still gaping from Jon's brutal treatment, "I want you to know I enjoyed today. And would like to do it again. To try and make up for the way I've treated you."

"I'm sorry… what?" Jon said, entirely bewildered at Lady Stark's sudden change of manner.

"I still don't like you, but I think we can have a… mutual arrangement, we both benefit from… don't you?" Catelyn suggested extending her hand and gently toying with Jon's cock, teasing it back to an erect form.

"Okay…" Jon said hesitantly, groaning a low groan as Catelyn massaged him softly, "What do you propose?"

"Well… I've decided I'm going to head to King's Landing in few days to talk with Ned," Catelyn began her voice low and sultry, "And I would need a strong young man to protect me… and keep my bed warm at night… what do you say?"

"I would be honoured," Jon smirked finally catching onto what Catelyn was suggesting. Wrapping his hands around Catelyn's hips, he grasped at her arse cheeks, pulling them roughly.

"Well in that case… it's still a while till nightfall… perhaps we can go for round three. I promise I won't be as rough," Catelyn purred as Jon played with her ass, "And I implore you to not make the same promise."

The two rivals remained in the tower till nightfall. As they prepared to leave, lust overcame them once more and it was not until the moon was almost drifting beyond the horizon, that the two made a sprint for the castle, completely undetected.