** The following story is a collection of short pieces written by myself and, t.d.c. I can honestly say that we were more concerned about the world imploding because of our collaboration than the quality of these stories, but I have a feeling you will enjoy them nonetheless. Have fun! **

Everything in the capitol was too . . . Something. The chair I sat in was too soft. The food was too good. Even the trident I had been generously given from admirers had been a little bit too perfect for by preference. I felt completely numb; sure, I had plastered myself with a mask of triumph for the audience, but how should a 14-year-old boy feel after killing several other children? There is no glory in death. I can remember months ago - was it truly that recent? - that even when it came time to pull in the fishing nets, I couldn't help but feel a pang of remorse at ending the lives of those slippery, oddly beautiful fish. But nonetheless, my survival instinct to live will always outshine my pity for those who were lesser than me, if they tried to get in my way that is.

I missed the ocean; that is to say, I missed my home. I missed the tang of salt in the air and the grit of sand beneath my feet. But most of all, I missed my best friend. I wondered if I would ever see her again. I know that she didn't expect to see me come back alive, but thanks to my trident, I made short work of the only remaining competition - the career pack. I couldn't wait to see the look on my Annie's face when I returned to District Four.

But before I could even begin to dream about my homecoming, I had to focus on the present. I had been summoned to President Snow's personal chamber; apparently it was some kind of meeting about my victory. "Entirely protocol.

Two men dressed in dark suits opened the door and escorted President Snow into the room. He gave each man a curt nod and they retreated, giving me a final glance. I assumed that President Snow would take a seat in the chair across from me, but he casually settled beside me on a sofa. He suddenly fixed me with his small, snakelike eyes, and licked his lips.

"I see that you won my games," he stated, like I hadn't already noticed.

"Uhhh . . . Yes. I guess I did." Two could play at that game, bastard.

Snow paused a moment, dropping his eyes to the rest of me slightly distastefully from my sassy retort. They hadn't even let me change out of my arena clothes before rushing me here, and all I wore was a ridiculously shredded chiton-type robe. I had all the right in the world to be testy. I also reeked with the metallic stench of blood, but strangely, the president seemed to as well.

"You're a very good-looking boy, you know." Was it my imagination, or were the president's carefully creased slacks beginning to tent near the crotch?

"Ummm . . ." I couldn't say that I felt comfortable here, alone, in the president's mansion in the first place, but now I was thoroughly alarmed. I flinched as Snow's hand touched my knee, the deliberate pressure causing the hair on the back of my neck to prickle.

"What do you plan to do when you return home?" asked the president, with a squeeze. I shuddered.

"I plan to marry my love, and make a living as a fisherman." Why was it any of his business?

Snow leaned in towards me. "That's not a very beneficial plan."

"And why not?" I demanded. Who was he to say what I could or could not do?

"Because," Snow growled, glancing pointedly at my crotch but then turning his attention back to me, "You have so much potential."

I pulled away from him, desperate to escape his piercing gaze and cold, scaly hands. But the president just followed my motion and pinned me by the shoulders to the couch cushions. I could have thrown him off; I know I could have overpowered him, but the look on Snow's face paralyzed me just as effectively as a small dose of tracker jacker venom. "Don't be scared, all the attractive victors meet this fate," Snow purred, almost as though this could be a condolence.

"Wh-wh-what do you mean?" I somehow managed to enquire. The president's "tent" had expanded and begun to dig into my leg.

"Well you see, I operate a small organization, an incredibly wealthy one at that. You don't have to do much just do a few jobs for me here and there. I think you'll find that in the long run it's quite worth the payment opportunities. It will keep food on your table. I'm sure a sexy young man like you will have no shortage of suitors."

"What are you talking about," I practically growling ferociously at him.

"It's simple. All that's required of you is merely to satisfy several of those numerous, willing to pay, fan girls of yours. I wasn't particularly fond of the way he emphasized the word "satisfy." Complete dread then seized me as I began to realize exactly what President Snow was insinuating.

I think that's about the point that I began to struggle. "There's no way I would ever do anything like that! I'm going home and I'm going to get married to my fiancée Annie."

"Oh yes. Annie," Snow hissed. "You know wouldn't Annie quite appreciate a man with sufficient income."

"Annie would never want me to do any such thing, no matter what the price."

"Oh! Any price you say. Well let me make this perfectly clear then, so you know exactly what the situation you're in is," President stated heinously. "If you don't cooperate with me, then I'll guarantee there won't be any more Annie to concern yourself about."

"You can't do that, it would be illegal!" I screamed.

"Ha! You think laws, that I made, would have effect on me? Why you truly are a hilarious one aren't you," Snow guffawed.

I was at a loss for words.

President Snow smiled at my bewildered state. "The training facility is up in the mountains, an enjoyable little lodge, "Teivel and Genyon," - he nodded towards his two bodyguards - "will come and pick you up at your hotel around 7 o'clock. Be ready." Snow walked out of the room, followed by his two henchmen.

Then a woman walked in, a receptionist I figured, and said, "You're free to go."

The next day I paced my hotel room; trying to think of a way out of this mess. I racked my brain trying to find a solution, but the more I thought about it I realized there wasn't one. I would have to go with President Snow's plans.

Then I heard the phone ring, and I couldn't help but deepen my breathing, so it sounded as though I was about the open the closet with a serial killer inside. I picked up the phone with trembling hands.

"Hello?"

"You have a visitor," it was the desk clerk of the hotel.

Was that them? I was afraid I would start hyperventilating at any moment. "Thank you," I said before hanging up the phone. I took a couple of deep breaths before turning the knob of my room door, then heading down the hall, to the lobby. I almost fainted when I saw Snow's two bodyguards. One saw me. Then he walked over and told me to follow them. I was lead out to a new shiny black car, which I got in and uncomfortable sat in the backseat for over three hours through forest and mountain roads.

Finally the car came to the lodge in the middle-of-nowhere Snow had been talking about. The place was much bigger than I figured it would be. One of the guards opened his door for him and I got out into the somewhat chilly mountain air. I was then escorted to the giant wood front doors of the lodge and then one of the guards went over to the receptionist's desk. The receptionist was wearing a skimpy bellybutton-shirt and a tight red miniskirt, but she smiled sweetly and told me to sit at in the waiting area, made up of a few comfy couches circled around a coffee table.

I didn't know exactly what it was I was waiting for, but I decided to look around while I waited. The lodge was made up of the lobby he was in and then two large hallways that went to the right and one that went to the left. I figured that the rest of the lodge was down these two hallways. I couldn't see down the left hallway, but I could see down the right one. The hallway looked much like that of a hotel with rooms aligned all along the hallway. I saw one girl that was dressed similarly as the receptionist go and talk to her and then go down the left hallway.

Then I saw a boy dressed only in a pair of skintight jean shorts and an open dress-shirt. The boy was skinny but still well built, somewhat short (maybe 5'10''). He was good looking with a fairly cute innocent face. I saw him turn his head towards the door, so I also turned my head in that direction. A tall, tan, handsome man walked through the main doors. He walked over to the receptionist and got out a few bills and paid the receptionist, who then gave him a room key. The man walked down the hall and to the boy. The man started to put his hands all over the boy, who didn't really seem to like it but allowed the man to continue touching him and biting down his collarbone.

I felt sorry for that boy, but the couple quickly disappeared into one of the rooms.

"Mimi," President Snow addressed his head trainer, who was standing at his office door.

"Yes sir?"

"I have a new candidate coming in today."

"Oh, is that so," Mimi said with sexual curiosity.

"Yes, and I would like you to start his training."

"I'd be honored sir. Who is he?"

"He's the district 4 tribute of the last Games."

"You mean Finnick O'dair!" Mimi said with a girlish sort of enthusiasm.

"I most certainly do. I would like him to receive the special treatment."

Mimi was a bit surprised from this. "Are you sure sir, he's bound to be a gold mine; don't you think it would be in your best interest to train him quickly then reap the benefits?"

"That is true," President Snow acknowledged, "but he is special. I plan to use him for much more than clients' money you see. For the meantime, train him normally, but when the time comes, I'll be the one to deflower him.

"Understood sir," then she walked out.

The receptionist called me over and handed me a room key. "Second floor, first door on the left," she said and pointed down the left hallway. I took a deep breath then started to walk down the left hallway. I was happy I quickly saw the stairs that lead to the second floor at the end of the hall, because it would have been embarrassing to go back and ask where it was.

I got up to the 2nd floor then walked in front of the first door - 201 - then I looked down at the key I was given to confirm that this was in fact the right room. I unlocked the door then stepped in the room. It was somewhat small, with only a bed and table with chairs. It did have an amazing view of the mountainous countryside.

There in the room, sitting in one of the chairs positioned at the table was a woman wearing only a black bikini. She had long blonde hair; she was curvy with bulging boobs that couldn't possibly have been smaller than a D but given a second look weren't obnoxiously too big. Even though her boobs were big though, she had a small waist, complimented with her perfectly sized hips and thighs. She had almost a perfect hourglass; the only reason she didn't was because of her overflowing bust.

"Why hello there," the woman greeted. "My name is Mimi, and I have the great honor of being your trainer. I have to say I'm looking very forward to your progress here."

"Why are you here?" I said not bothering to introduce myself, or speak in an equally friendly tone.

Mimi smirked quickly before saying, "Oh relax. Today's the easy lesson."

"What lesson," I demanded.

"Your first sex lesson."

I gulped loudly and began to slightly panic. Mimi noticed my tenseness towards her words, so she got up and came over to put her hands on my shoulder, "I said relax."

With her close proximity I could tell she was a little taller than I was, but then as she walked away I noticed the 5''heels on her feet. She sat down on the bed and patted the spot next to her, signaling for me to take the seat. I stayed standing where I was then sternly commented, "I have no intention of being a part of any of this."

"Well that's too bad. I can't imagine how you would feel about the lover of yours back home. What was her name again? Annie, wasn't it?"

How did this woman know about Annie? My heart started to thump, was it possible I would have no choice? Would I really have to go through with this?

"Even though this might not be what you had in mind after you won the games, be aware that the president is ruthless," Mimi said in a more serious tone, "if you don't comply with his wishes then there's a good chance that girl of yours will wind up in terrible conditions, and you don't want that do you?" She then patted on the bed again, and this time I did sit down, even though not quite as close as she wanted. "Are you hungry?"

I was feeling a bit hungry, but then I thought about all the things they could possibly put into food and decided to answer no.

"Are you sure, a little wine might loosen you up a bit."

"I'm sure."

"Well then if that's the case, let's start your training."

"What?" I said hysterically.

"We have to remember."

"NO, no," I said before going to the door. I tried to forcefully open it, but it was locked.

Mimi tried to put a hand on my shoulder and say, "Come on now-,"

I quickly yelled, "NO!"

"Fine, but understand the consequences of your actions," she said before going to sit on the bed.

I stopped trying to open the locked door, and slid down to my knees. I felt I was almost going to burst into tears.

"I know it's hard," Mimi said sympathetically, "but it will be easier once you come to accept it. If you're compliant then you will be treated much better than if you're defiant. Now come on, the sooner you do this the sooner you can be done for the day."

It didn't seem like there was much else I could do, so I went over to the bed and sat down.

"Are you sure you don't want any of that wine?" Mimi said picking up his discomfort.

"Let's just get this over with."

"Whatever you say," Mimi said before sliding over to me and taking a seat behind me.

President Snow smiled as he watched Finnick and Mimi on one of the many screens in his office. The view of looking down on the two made for stimulating entertainment.

"Please do it quickly," I pleaded as Mimi took off my coat, t-shirt, and then went to unbutton and unzip my pants. I was lying on the bed, just trying to get through my first "lesson." She pulled down my pants then put her hand on the crotch of my underwear. I jumped at touch. She began to her palm against my ever-growing harder penis, while her fingers massaged my sensitive balls. After I'd gotten an erection, she pulled off my underwear. Embarrassed, I tried to shield myself with my leg, but she pushed it down then put her hand on my penis. I felt ashamed. Not only that this way happening, but because I actually had an erection, and I felt I was betraying Annie.

Mimi caressed my penis up and down for a while. I tried to let my mind go blank multiply times so I wouldn't have to think about all that was happening, but with no luck. Mimi then bent over and started to suckle on my exposed right nipple. The sensation was giving his body tings of pleasure.

Mimi bent her head over my penis and incased it with her warm wet mouth. "No," I weakly pleaded, but Mimi continued to bob her head up and down on my penis that started to pulsate as streams of saliva ran down from her wet mouth. She then just started to violently lick at the tip of my penis, dipping her tongue into the small indent of the hole. I couldn't help but arch my back at the sensational feeling her tongue gave me.

She brought her head up off of my penis, allowing me a few moments to calm down. I was desperately hoping that this was all for my lesson. My eyes popped out though and my hopes were dashed as I saw Mimi discarding her bathing suit and moved so her hips hovered over my cock. "Please, don't," I pleaded again as I shut my eyes and turned my head away from Mimi. Then my heart sank as a felt her pussy sheathing my penis.

I shed a tear and thought of his Annie. I remembered the day in middle school, right before I went off to the games, when Annie and I vowed that we would save each other. I was going against that vow now. My virginity could never belong to Annie now, I've betrayed her. I continued to think of Annie, my heart filling with pain at the thought of my disloyalty, as I felt Mimi bouncing on top of me.

"Can you feel that, Finnick?"

I didn't respond and tried to ignore my entire surroundings, but I could feel my cheeks turn red and my breathing shallow as I was hit with the pleasurable steady rhythm of her dripping pussy sliding along my cock. She was speeding up and I could tell I was reaching the edge. I didn't want to climax, but as she continued to ride me I was realizing I most likely wouldn't have a choice.

I was panting, just trying to keep from gasping out by biting down on my lip or tongue whenever her increasingly wet pussy tightened around me. It was getting harder to hold back as her pussy continued to tighten and her riding getting faster. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, when finally I groaned and warm sticky cum shot from his penis and into Mimi.

Only moments after my orgasm, Mimi got off of me, put back on her bikini, and left the room, leaving me there. How did she get the door open? I might have tried to escape this hell-hole, but I remained laying there completely exposed on the bed, filled with shame and guilt. Small trickles of tears flowed from my eyes and created a stain of moisture on one of the bed's pillows, as I cried myself to sleep.

"Nicely done," President Snow praised Mimi as she walked through the door of his office, his eyes still glued to the slumbering boy on the T.V. screen.

"Thank you sir."

"I believe that I'm going to have an awfully tremendous amount of fun with this one."