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Katlyn Johnson28, 5'3", dark hair, slim build, 34D.


Katlyn Johnson was good. She was damn good! And that wasn't just her opinion either, no, she had been told that by none other than the news editor of the NY Times. As an freelance investigative journalist, she worked her own stories, her own angles, and she sold them to the highest bidder. Sometime a provincial paper, sometimes one with national circulation, and she made a damn good living at it. She took a position on whatever story she wrote, and she angled it, so that it was appealing. Not sensationalised, but close. Just enough to give it an edge, not enough to lose credibility.

She put her all into her work. There was no other aspect to her life - she had been married, briefly, but that had ended almsot two years ago, after a disappointing eight months. But the nature of how she worked didn't lend itself in any fashion to a relationship. She disappeared off the face of the earth for weeks, months even, so focussed on the story, she forgot all about the outside world.

For the past four months, she had been on the trail of one Scott Amundson. He was a 36 year old dot com millionaire, who had up and walked out of his company shortly after it had floated, very successfully on the stock market. Publically, he said he had put his heart and soul into the company and needed some down time, to "find himself" but she was certain that there was more. She had hinted at a misappropriation of funds, of drug and alcohol problems, and best of all, she had spotted him coming out of a kinky BDSM club, so she had mentioned possible sex addictions, and sex scandals in the few articles she had written.

She had tracked him half way across the country, he'd been on a harley, with a gang of rough looking bikers at one point, but now he was sequestered away in the mountains - one road in, and one road out. She had him cornered.

His cabin, a mear six miles off the "main" road, in the middle of nowhere. She would get her interview and get out of there, as it was starting to snow. She was worried about going in there in those conditions, but a heavy snow here might last months, and she was not willing to wait.

Scott Amundson had been away from the business life for a long time now, and he felt great, it was amazing to not care for work, just be free, not bond by rules or moral, just free and wild. He had been a successful millionaire but after a rather shocking sight of his girlfriend being willing getting gang-banged by a bunch of his stock holders and supporters he had bailed out after drawing all his funds and influence out of the company. Feeling so angry he had decided to release his anger through sex, never drugs, he didn't drink all that much alcohol and he only smoked a cigar once a month at the most.

He had wanted to release his anger, his fury at the betrayal of his so called beloved and had done so at a BDSM club where he had taken the girl who looked the most like her and had banged her up so much that she was a drooling puppy when he left her, stuffed with cum in her unprotected pussy. He felt wild, he felt power, in control of his life and he loved it, deciding to take his freedom to the max he left New York to travel the roads, enjoy the night life and any tight pussy for him to bang.

For a business man he had really developed a good body through harsh training and dieting, at a height of 7 feet with shoulders the size of a gorilla and an athletic body he was a gorgeous man with rough white skin and a tattoo of a shapeless humanoid raping an tied up and collared angel on his back. But the news had begun to gnaw at his nerves, a reporter had begun scooping around and developed nasty stories about him, theories about him being a drug taking biker, he had never been in a biker gang, he had never taken drugs, though the theory of him being a sex addict was true. So Scott is now holing up in a cabin owned by his family since the civil war, a two floor hunting cabin with a deep basement with a large freezer for hunted animals, he had a license for every kind of weapon that could involve hunting, he even had been approved as a long bow user by the Blackfoot Apache tribe.

Thinking that a couple of months alone in the mountains would help him tame the sexual urged beast inside Scott has stocked up on food, water and hunting gear to last him for a year, along with plenty of other needed items as the cabin had not been used since his father died at a hunting accident when a grizzly bear pushed him down a cliff.

The snow was begining to lay on the ground, when Katlyn knocked on the door of the cabin. Good. It was unlikely he'd be able or even willing to take off on foot in these conditions, simply to get away from her. She stood a good chance to get the interview she needed.

The door opened, and she was surprised to see him up close. She knew he was big, but God, he was a Giant, almost two feet taller than her.

"Mr Amundson. I am Katlyn Johnson, and, as I am sure you are aware, I am an investigative reporter, and I would like to interview you? Wouldn't you appreciate the opportunity to tell me your side of the story, what actually happened, rather than my suppositions?"

She pushed the door, and entered the cabin, which was surprisingly comfortable.

"Now, where would you like to begin??"

Scot t felt like hitting something, probably himself or the bitch who had gotten here throguh a fucking dangerous blizzard for some mudcake article, fuck he hated reporters, at least she was a looker or he would have kicked her out. Sitting down on a couch the former business man took a shoot of whiskey from the bottle he had put on the table, he had intended to watch some videos and just enjoy the solitude, so much for that.

"All right listen up here lady, I do not know why you wrote up those muck stories but I do not intend to let you just barge in here and demand me to tell you everything when you made up most of what you wrote. So I do not want any fucking editions or twistings of my words or I will sue your company, and believe me, I can, I may not be a business man any more but I still have influence enough to drain the coffers of every radio station from Alaska to Mexico." Downing the drink he shook his head as the rush of heat of the liquor brning through his body.

"First off, I have never taken drugs, I wouldn't even lick a toad while I was a kid when the older kids tried to dare me, I drink alcohol yes, but I do not drink it like it is water, I have not joined any bike gangs, I am not stupid. The reason for my escape from society is simple, my girlfriend and was to be fiancée Cecilia Werner cheated one me with not one but eight other men, who were all stockholders and supporters of my company. So I left, taking my money and influence with me." Downing another shot of whiskey the muscular man growled to himself in frustration, he didn't want to speak about his sexual desires, but if she did, then he would make sure she didn't write about it, he had enough shit on his name as it was with her made up slang stories.

"Amundson - not man enough!!" or perhaps "Amundson - one eighth of the man she needed!!" or "Amundson - unlucky in love!" or how about "Amundson, bested by eight"

The headlines flashed before her eyes. Sex sells! One of the oldest adages in the business, but still true. Turning to him, she flipped open her shorthand notebook.

"So, Scott, why do you think you were unable to satisfy your girlfried?? You wouldn't be a little "short" of anything, now would you??"

Another headline flashed into her mind's eye - "Amundson, a real prick, but just a little one!!!" Okay, she was in National Enquirer territory here, more so than New York Times, but what the hell. The salacious side of it paid pretty well too!!

"I'm waiting on your answer, Mr. Amundson - are you somewhat lacking in the package department??" She knew she was baiting him, but often, she got the best information when she really pressed for it, and it wasn't as though he was a criminal, or anything, he was a business man, she was quite safe!

Growling Scott threw his glass into the fire place and snorted. "No, I am not small nor do I lack stamina or size... my girlfriend... was a gold digger. She was draining not just my money but the stockholders and supporters asd well, though she paid them with sex, me? I never got a chance, she stated how she was, saving her virginity for marriage." He then heard a loud thump from the outside and stood up from the couch and looked out the window and pulled out a flash light and frowned when he saw that the house had been snowed in by a big collection of snow that had collapsed from the roof and surrounding trees, it was easily ten feet.

"Damn... this is just great... snowed in with a dirt sniffing reporter and the reports saidi t would be snowing for weeks. Just great." Dragging a hand through his hair he walked over to the couch andj ust slumped down. "You better hope you didn't rent that car, because when the snow comes out it will be a wreck from the frost, water and rust damages. And it will be even longer for it to be repaired, there's no workshop around for at least a day's walk." He got a sense of satisfaction at the woman's horrified expression, sort of reminded him of one of the women had played some rolepalying games with ,she had gotten too into character and become a frightened noblewoman being ravaged by a norseman warlord, it gave him a slight arousal thinking about it, and even more when he imagined the reporter bitch replacing the woman he had original had the fun with.

She could barely contain her glee. He was waiting on his girlfriend - she made him wait, saying she wanted to be a virgin on their wedding night, and then he found her gangbanging eight guys!!! This was priceless!!!!

Her face lost all professionalism, and she sniggered.

"Really?? She was into gang bangs, and you thought she was saving it all up for you?? You must have gotten some surprise!! I mean, she didn't even ask you to be one of the eight!!!! Ha!!"

He was seriously pissed, and she thought she needed to tone down her provoking questioning.

"So, you walked away, went on the road. Did you have a broken heart? did you need time for it all to heal? And did this happen before or after I snapped you coming out of the kinky sex club???"

There was a thud, and when he opened the door, she realsied that it had been snowing hard, and drifts had formed. She could barely make out the roof of her car, and loads had slid off the roof, blocking two thirds of the door way.

"Mmm, I dont think that car is going to get me out of here, so I'll have to ask you to be a gentleman, and take me down the mountain, in your truck! Otherwise" she added jokingly, "I'll be stuck here til Spring!! And neither of us would want that, right??"

"I don't have a truck. I only have my bike and it is in my garage, with no winter tires. And seeing how I wanted to be alone I have no telephones or internet, and cell phones have no connection in these mountains, the only type of communication I got is a TV and a radio for emergecies, and even then there won't be help with a blizzard like this, I doubt the signal will even get through the storm. Sorry there but it looks like you're stuck here unless you're willing to wander on foot down the mountain." Smirking a bit the former business man leaned into his seat and just waved a hand to the stairs. "There's a guest room to the first door to the left, do what you want but I am going to sleep."

Standign up Scott walked up the stairs and left the reporter to swallow the truth, she was stuck with him until spring, it made him oddly... excited. Hmmmmmm perhaps this wasn't such a badthing after all, he had come her to get away from sex, but it seemed that sex didn't want to get away from him, well then, he would give it and its avatar a real welcome, he just had to knead her a little.

Katlyn was fuming. No way was she staying here overnight, let alone until next Spring!!

He had rudely left the room, and marched off upstairs, leaving her on her own. She went to the door, and managed to push her way out. She took a couple of steps in her 5" high heeled patent leather pumps, and her pencil skirt which was doing a good job of hobbling her.

One more step and she had moved off where the steps were, and she fell into a drift, up to her ears in snow. Apart from being freezing, it was scary. It was still snowing, and she was now, to all intents and purposes, buried in the snow. Her white blouse clung wetly to her breasts, she had struggled out of her wet suit jacked, as it had pinned her arms.

She struggled some more, afraid that frost bite would set in soon, but she was unable to get her self out of the deep drift, into which she had fallen.

Panicking, she began to call.

"Amundson! Help! Help me please!! I'm in a drift outside the front door! Help, for God's sake help me!!"

She was terrified now, as the snow began to land on her head, burying her alive. Already, she was sure hyperthermia was beginning to set in.

"Aw shit, dumb broads who don't know shit about snow storms." He grumbled out as he hear the scream, walking down the stairs he opened the doorway to find the woman practically buried alive in the snow, probably cold to the bones already. Reaching down the man found a grip, her breasts to be exact, and with his large hands took hold of the big melons and peeled her out of the snow, they were a bit bigger then he was used to but Scott didn't lose my grip on the large milk bags. Lifting her up into his arms the biker carried her soaked body into the warmth, he could tell she was just barely awake, the hypothermia was quick in these cold winter nights.

After he got her in Scott took off her clothes and underwear, leaving them to dry by the fire place, the man then carried her cold and wet naked body to the master bedroom, it had the best heatings, and put her cold body beneath the covers. A wild urge grew inside him as he watched her shivering body lie there on his bed, naked and vulnerable, swallowing deeply he went to the wardrobe and took a pair of fluffy white leather straps. Peeling off his own wet clothes the man went over to the bed and as the bitch was in her state she didn't notice how Scott tied her arms above her head, smirking evilly Scott got inside the bed and pressed his warm body against her ice cold skin, her sweet lips letting out a loud gasp of delight as she felt his warmth.

He pulled the cover over them and began to slide his warm hands over her body, groping her cold curves, teasing them, his mouth suckling and nibbling on her breasts, spreading his hot breathe and saliva over the large mounds. Scott then slowly pushed his hips forward, his cock splitting the wet slit of her vagina before he pushed his hot phallus into her cold body, her spine arching in primal ecstasy as she felt the hot dick fill her womb.

She had been on the brink of unconsciousness, when he had reached down, and lifted her out of the snow. He carried her in, and striped her of her wet, and icy clothes, then he carreid her to his bed, and lay her gently in.

She drifted in and out of awareness, and then she came to, his warm body coverng hers, and his thick, long, hot dick driving heat deep inside of her. She arched, loving the sensation, not fully aware of who or what was delivering it.

She began to wake, to arouse out of her confusion, and she realised, with a shock, that the man delivering just what she needed was no other than Amundson.

"Get off me!! What are you doing!!" she shrieked, yanking her arms, to push him off, only to discover that she was tied to the bed, her body at his mercy.

"Shut it bitch, if you'd rather have died of hypothermia then I can easily throw you out again, if not then shut up. I am saving your from death and letting you stay here so you're going to repay it." Scott then pumped his cock rapidly out of her pussy, his hands gripping her full tits, his fingers digging into the full firm mounds like they were cookie dough, his mouth biting down on the nipples, hard, his tongue licking over the tip of the full teats as he grinded them between his teeth. His hips pumped without pause, the thick cock filling her again and again, the tip of the meaty pole splitting her uterus with every thrust, poking inside the chamber that lead to her fertile eggs.

Scott could feel her pussy's wet tight channel clench around him, begging for more and he chuckled and growled hotly against the bitch's full lips, nibbling on the lower lip in a teasing fashion. "You're loving this aren't you slut? I can see the headlines, tough nut reporter reveals her inner sluttish desire by bedding rich biker, waiting bastard child by the end of the summer."

Katlyn was shocked, not only at his words, and what was happening, but moreover, the effect it was having on her. She ought to have been repulsed, and she was in a way, not not to the degree she should have been.

Instead, she could feel her body responding to him, opening, creaming, easing his path. She arched, involuntarily under him.

"I hate this!!! I hate you!!" she cried, even as she felt the beginning's of her orgasm. She fought desperately to keep it at bay, to not give him the satisfaction.

Always, Katlyn was in control of her "relationships" if they could be called that. She would select a guy, fuck him, to fill her need, then cast him off. She was always in control, she used and abused others, she was NOT the reciepient, and yet, her body seemed to love being in this helpless position, she just hoped he did not realise how much she liked it.

She bit hard on her lip, her body shuddering hard, as she exploded and came, muffling the scream that wanted to break out, and, as he continued to ride her hard, she felt, to her horror, a second orgasm build rapidly on the heels of the last.

The sound of flesh slapping flesh echoed through the room as Scoot pounded into the sexually hungry reporter, her denial ringing falsely as he could feel her walls clench around him as she tried to hold back her orgasm, which broke when he pushed inside her one more time, her cries muffled as she bit her lower lip trying to keep it out. Scott kept pumping his hips, his cock filling her pussy, her cold body growing warmer and warmer from the rape, he mouth opened and he then silenced her protests by kissing her , his tongue teasing hers before he gently nibbled on it, his cock swelling up as he felt her body shake in another orgasm. Growling out he pressed down himself on her, her nipples poking into his chest as he flattened her large tits, his hips pounding with small rapid thrusts, his mouth still kissing her, his hands gripping her cold buttocks, he could feel her legs warp around him as they both lost it and he orgasmed ,his cock convulsing, thick splats of sperm filling her womb, flooding the garden that would be sown with the seed of his spunk, her body shaking in orgasm as he filled her.

Bad enough to have cum once, but twice, under the touch of her prey, was humiliating. She shuddered and quivered as she slowly came down, still tied to his bed, and he was still on top of her.

She wondered what would happen now. Certainly, her hyperthermia was gone, and she was warmed through, and glowing. Her body was still on fire, and her nipples were rock hard little points pressing against his chest, as he lay on top of her.

Deciding to take control, she unhooked her thighs from his hips, and bucked him, trying to shake him off. His weight and size relative to hers, however, made it useless. He wasnt' going anywhere, unless he decided it.

"Get off me!!" Get off right this instant!!"

"No." That was the only word he needed to say, he kept pumping his hips, not responding to her protests, remaining silent, letting her struggle as he won over her body, her mind would soon follow. His hips slapped against hers, his cock ruthlessly filling her again and again, the sound of her wet essence lubricating her pussy making suckling sounds as he pulled out sliding over their ears along with the sound of her hot sweaty buttocks getting slapped by a sperm filled ball sack, each hit making the sound of a hard hand spanking prime ass.

Licking her full tits Scott enjoyed the slut's body, rubbing her horny hot skin against his own, their sweat mingling with each other and he could taste it as he licked up every trail of salty sweat off her tits, teasing her nipples by swirling his tongue around them, scratching his teeth against the skin and playfully biting and nibbling on the orbs and the peaks. He was already building up his third orgasm and he had felt her own orgasm come and go for a while now and this next one would be big, he didn't speak he just fucked the slut, gave her what she desired, whether she wanted to admit those desires or not he would satisfy them.

On and on it went. He must have fucked her for hours, and she simply lost track of the number of times she had cum.

She rolled from one orgasm to the next, and he seemed to be able to last for ever. He came, and continued, and came again, and continued, and they were both totally sheened in sweat. He bit her nipples and abraided her skin with his five o'clock shadow.

She writhed, moaned, begged and pleaded all evening long, eventually feeling an enormous climax come crashing down over her, causing her to pass out completely!!

Scott kept fucking the bitch after she passed out, not letting her rest, her belly bloated with his sperm, leaking out from her pussy in a thick slow gush, soon enough he felt one last orgasm rush through him before he knew he was spent and went to sleep. He rolled onto his back, the slut's breasts pressed into his torso while her head rested on his chest, his left arm warped around her while the other hooked her left thigh over it and he gripped her knee, making sure his body had memorized the grips he laid down to rest, the winter storm howling like a monster from a primal horror movie.

Katlyn awoke early, feeling raw, bruised, and sticky. She also ached all over, and was still tied to the headboard.

Beside her, and partially over her, lay Scott Amundson. Well, whatever else she might have though of him, he was not lacking in stamina, that was for certain.

However, she felt a pressing need to pee. She yanked at her hands a few times, trying to work them free. Finally, she resolved that she would have to wake the sleeping beast next to her.

"Amundson, you fucker!! Wake up, and get off me, I need to pee!!" she said, punctuating her statement with two or three attempted knees to the balls, but none hit their mark. Finally, the great lump of a man stirred, and she kicked him again.

"Get up and let me go!! I need to use the bathroom!!"

Shaking himself awake Scott got out of the bed and stretched himself before he went to the bathroom and did his daily morning routine, pee, wash hands and brush teeth. He then returned to the room with a smirk and patted the ass of the reporter. "Well then let's get you to your toilet bitch." With strong fingers he grabbed her arms and swiftly unlocked the fluffy straps before putting them back o nafter reoving the mfro mthe bed post, she cold move her arms around but not enough to hit him or anything, plus the chain of the straps wouldn't let her chew through them either.

He then added a white fluffy collar with a chain around the slut's neck and yanked her out of the bed, but he didn't lead her to the bathroom but to the hallway. "Down on all four bitch." The man growled as he slapped her sensitive breats with a long riding crop, leavign a red whip mark on the beautiful tit, and when she didn't move he did it again. "I said, down on all four." She glared at him but a pair of rapid hits on her tender breasts made her whimper and submit to his command she got down on all four. He then opened the doorway and the harsh wind of the storm ran over their bodies and he yanked her out of the house and to the veranda where he pointed at the pile of snow she had fallen into last night by the stairs. "Do your business like the dog you are bitch." He hoped she would disobey, it added to the fun.

He could not be serious!! She was livid!! That stupid collar, and that ridiculous chain!! But she didn't fight too much as she really needed the bathroom.

He forced her onto all fours, and thought she fought it, the crop welting her tender breasts, soon changed her mind. She got on all fours, humilated beyond belief. What in the name of god was he at?

He led her along, making her crawl, and then, to her horror led her outside, into the near blizzard conditions, tellling he to pee outside, and with him watching. Either of those things on their own would have prevented her from being able to go, but he combination, and her muscles tighted up to the point of pain.

"I cant!! I am a person, not a dog!! Bring me inisde at once!!" and she struggled to her feet.

Growling Scott slapped her and she stumbled on her side into the cold snow. "You will speak when spoken to slut! If you can't obey then you will be punished." As she struggled up fro mthe snow, getting her left knee and hand on the veranda, he suddenly gripped her right leg and pressed her knee against her side, making her look like a dog raising its leg to pee, and without a warning thrusted his cock into her ass, ruthlessly fucking the shit hole loose with his cock while his fingers were teasing her urine filled little snatch. "You're going to pee bitch and you're going to beg for it." He growled at her as he pounded into her ass , his fingers pumping inside her pssy and teasing her peehole.

Katlyn was utterly humiliated, but she was also enraged!! How dare he treat her so??! She had fought him, kicking and flailing at him, but his far bigger build, strength, and weight doomed her before she began.

He grabbed her and forced her into that humiliating position. and then, added the indignity of driving into her ass!! She howled in pain, in fury. She had had anal sex before twice, a long time ago, but she also played with butt plugs from time to time, which was just as well, as Amundson had impaled her brutally, with no care or consideration or lubricant!!

The sheer size of his cock, driven into her was making it incredibly hard for her to hold off and not to pee. She squeezed her muscles tight, but that tightened her ass muscles too, increasing her pain, and enhancing his pleasure. His fingers continued to tease her pussy, and she knew she could not hold off much longer.

He pounded her, over and over, and then, to her horror, the first squirt burst out, and then the flood gates opened, and she was forced to pee, with his cock up her ass, and her leg lifted, as though she was a dog!! She hung her head in shame, and turned scarlet with embarassment, and moreover, she turned silent, for the first time she she had come outside, she remained quite, and cut off her stream of verbal abuse.

"Feels good doesn't it bitch?" He growls into her ear as she finally lets out her urine, the yellow spray coloring the snow yellow, his cock was being clenched around her tight ass even harder as she released her pee. And as she peed he began to feel his orgasm approaching, and he had anoher nasty surprise for her, keeping up the pounding he stroked and rubbed her thigh and pussy, staining his fingers with her urine and wetness. The cold wind drew over them and chilled their bodies, but it only proved to pleasure him even further and with one final thrust he released a thick wad of spunk into her rectum flooding her tight rear with a big amount of seed, and as he kept pumping his cock, forcing the sperm deeper and deeper into her rear, he felt his own bladder relax and he released the urine he had saved since yesterday into her bowels, filling her tight ass with sper mand urine.

Sliding out his stained cock from her stretched ass he forced a big rubber ball into her ass and yanked her up on her knees, her bloated belly showing how much he had filled her rectum. Yanking on her hair he forced her to look up at him, his stained cock hanging in front of her face, sperm and other fluids leaking off it. "Clean me off slut and I might let you empty your bowels."

Katlyn had never been so humiliated, so humbled in her life!! She felt tears of shame leak down her face, as he continued to pump her ass hard from behind, holding her, forcing her to maintain that dreadful pose.

Her tits were freezing, her nipples rock hard, and her now wet pussy felt the wind chill profoundly.

She felt him thrust hard and come, but worse, he remained lodged inside of her, and then she felt herself filling with a warm fluid, and she shrieked as she realised just what he was doing.

"Get away from me ,you disgusting, horrible creature!!!" she screamed, but she was held fast.

Then, pulling out he forced a ball into her opened asshole, plugging his cum and pee inside of her. She felt sick! She thought she would burst, the pain, and now burning form the acidity was intensely uncomfortable.

"Please dont do this! Please dont do this!!" she was begging, as he presened his disgusting cock to her.

"Clean me off slut and I might let you empty your bowels."

Katlyn cradled her distended stomach, and looked up at him.

"Never!!" she exclaimed, and spat at him.