Author's Note: The second chapter! A fun one to say the least. I will be explaining my plans for the actual games soon. Needless to say, I am changing the format a little so that I can cram as much sex as possible into it because after all, that's what we are here for. And, at least in my opinion, having children hacking each other to death isn't exactly conducive for sexy times.
But before that, Katniss needs to get cleaned up on the Train to the Capitol, all with the help of a certain eclectic Capitol resident. Should be fun! Let me know what you think in a review or a PM. They really do help keep stories like this alive!
Enjoy!
Chapter 4: A Bath...
"Come, come, sit and relax. Make yourselves comfortable. The Train might be quick, but it is a long way to the Capitol," Effie beamed, guiding her two tributes into the main carriage, having to forcibly push them down into their chairs, their bodies stiff and unmoving, the shock and panicked reality of the situation setting firmly in. Katniss was hit the hardest, sitting with a vapid and empty gaze, whilst Peeta brushed his nerves behind a stoic glimmer of hope, his face stern, but soft as he tried desperately not to break down. At least not in front of people. Effie crossed over to the other seat in front of the two, a smile carved into her face unnaturally wide as she admired the two of them, "Look at you. Both of you. So young and... virile. You are going to see it all. The luxury, the grandeur, the magnificence of the Capitol."
"Is that before or after we start killing each other?" Katniss spat quietly, her gaze unshifting as she stared down between her legs nervously, her hands playing with each other as she tried desperately to calm herself, her nerves emerging in a bitter and spiteful burst.
"Well. As it so happens, I have been assured that the games shall be quite different this year. President Snow decreed that they should be altered to reflect our more... modern and evolved values. Seneca seems uncharacteristically excited about it all," Effie smiled, deflecting the bitter outburst from Katniss with elegant and nimble literary acrobatics. Sitting quietly, she squeaked softly as she settled herself, her posture unnaturally straight, her legs perfectly placed, and her arms folded in the prim and proper manner.
"So, when do we start? Training that is. Aren't we supposed to have an advisor? Haymore... or..." Peeta asked, eager to glean the slightest edge and advantage he could, completely of the mindset that he was going to be the obvious weak link amongst the Tributes.
"Haymitch... And I have been assured he will be joining us for Lunch. Which will be in an... an hour. Plenty of time to get you two washed up," Effie chirped, checking the time and rising to her feet, taking Katniss from her seat and guiding her down to the next carriage, "There is only one bath so I'm afraid you will have to take turns."
Guiding the young girl through into the next carriage, Effie pointed out their quarters, small rooms, but elegant in their design. They had no intention to remain on the Train long enough to require such rooms, but they were there nonetheless. A courtesy of the capital and their vast generosity. Pushing through into the next carriage, Katniss was met with a large open bathroom, expansive and frankly ludicrous in its design. There were white tiles lined with neat gold trim, counters laden with make-ups, soaps, cloths, different towels each with a slightly different design. A shower was placed at the opposite end of the room, with no curtain or dividing glass. Simply an open space and a plug to drain it all. And sitting in the center, the focal point of the room, a large golden bath, the water already prepared, steaming and plentiful, soft bubbles floating atop it.
"Come, come..." Effie said, taking the young girl towards the side of the carriage with clothes hooks and baskets for clothing. Still nervous and unsure, taken aback by the room, Katniss simply went along with it all, allowing Effie to position herself behind her and slowly begin to undo the back of her dress.
"I can... I can do this all myself..." Katniss argued, lifting her hands to breasts, catching the material before peeled away revealing her nude body. Walking around in front of Katniss, Effie smiled her usual smile before brushing Katniss's hair out of her eyes and hooking her fingers inside the top of her dress, gently peeling it downwards, trying to maneuver around Katniss's tight grip.
"Nonsense. You are a Tribute. The life of pampering and luxury is yours for a brief time. Enjoy it. Besides, they will wash you in the Capitol before the Parade and they are... far more formal and brusque. You should enjoy a more sensual cleanse whilst you still can," Effie smirked, feeling Katniss's grip on her breasts loosen allowing the woman to pull her dress downwards. The fabric came away from her breasts easily, her lack of bra letting her tits bounce freely almost instantly, Effie stifling a moan of appreciation as she was met with the girl's plump, round, pillowy breasts, begging to be touched.
Sliding the garment down her hips, Effie grazed her hands against the girl's soft flesh as worked the dress down over her full, fleshy bum, her panties remaining on her body, her only form of underwear. Dropping the dress, Effie neatly folded it and placed It in the basket before crouching back down to Katniss's panties. Hooking her neatly manicured fingers inside her underwear, Effie slowly peeled them away from her pussy, her eyes widening as she was revealed the forest that was Katniss's pussy hair, occluding the sweet avenue that was her hole. Tutting loudly as placed her panties to one side, Effie took Katniss by surprise with her reaction, "That will simply not do. No Tribute of mine shall have a jungle between their legs. Come, come..."
"I can... do this myself... I know how to shave," Katniss said, following the woman begrudgingly as Effie took her over to a small chair and sat the naked woman down before rummaging through one of the cupboards and retrieving all the implements she'd need to get through a mess like that.
"Clearly, not as well as you think," Effie retorted, collecting the things she needed and sinking down onto her knees in front of Katniss. Playfully slapping her thighs to make her spread her legs, Effie shuffled forwards so that she was sat between Katniss's thighs, a full, unhampered view of her pussy before her. As she looked down at Effie, Katniss averted her gaze, unable to believe what was happening in her life.
Smearing shaving cream across Katniss's crotch, Effie coated her hairs in the cream, smirking as Katniss gasped, the sensation of the brushes bristles grazing against her pussy startling her. Taking out a straight razor, Effie went to work, shaving the most obvious clumps of hair away, slowly, but surely cleaning the young girl's pussy. Grimacing, Katniss let the woman work, thinking that if she simply let it happen, it would be okay, and it would end quicker. Scrape after scrape, she waited for Effie to be done, only to have her breath taken away from her.
To shave her neatly and entirely, Effie reached forward shamelessly, planting her fingers on one side of Katniss's pussy and pushing her lips to one side, sending bursts of startled pleasure through her body as she unwittingly began to massage her pussy. Clenching her fists, Katniss felt small slivers of pleasure push themselves up through her folds, trying desperately to force a moan out from between her lips as Effie seemed to take years to shave a small portion of her body. She wasn't done, pushing her pussy lips to the other side, slowly shaving her hidden hairs and rendering her pussy almost entirely shaven.
Before Katniss could breathe a sigh of relief, Effie leaned forwards, her fingers slipping inside her folds and prying her lips apart, the older woman searching for more elusive hairs, wanting to make sure that her entire quim was rendered clean and prim. Sliding downwards, she checked down towards her arsehole but decided it wasn't worth the effort, surprising Katniss one last time as she leaned forwards and planted a soft brief kiss on the girl's pussy before leaning back and playfully slapping her thigh, "All done. Now, you might be considered somewhat presentable. How a woman can let herself drift into such untamed depravity, I'll never know."
"We weren't exactly equipped to have ourselves elegantly pampered back in twelve. The coal mines weren't exactly the place for shaven pussies," Katniss snapped bitterly, as
Effie guided her over to the bath, offering her a hand to get into it, but Katniss being Katniss declined promptly, sliding into the hot, pleasing water herself, doing her best not to moan as the water rushed over her aching and grimy body.
"One should call her delicates a quim or nothing at all. Such vulgar language shall not curry you favor in the Capitol. We are fine, respectable people and you should do your best to reflect such values," Effie monologued, retrieving a sponge and crossing back over to the bath, dipping it delicately in the water, and slowly starting to drag the coarse, yet surprisingly soft sponge across the young woman's arms, gently and elegantly making sure she was clean, Katniss begrudgingly allowing it, no longer bothering to hide her privates, flagrantly displaying herself for the woman to see as she slowly began to wash the young girl.
She took her time, slowly moving the sponge up and down her body, taking a century to gently caress a single part of her arm, having to glide back and forth across the same patch, again and again, to actually clean it of the grime. Breathing heavily, Katniss couldn't help but grow a little impatient. She had to stifle soft moans because the gentle massage was quite pleasurable, her pussy quivering between her legs as her skin softly tingled. However, it wasn't enough to curb her displeasure with Effie's slow and measured approach.
"Oh, just give it here!" Katniss finally snapped, grabbing the sponge and cleaning herself, picking up the pace at the sacrifice of the soft subtle pleasure. Taken aback by Katniss's sudden outburst and her frantic scrubbing of her skin, the young girl possessing a flagrant disregard for the preservation of her own youthful skin and young healthy glow. An attribute Effie would love to possess.
"Manners. Didn't your mother teach you any?" Effie scoffed, leaning backward and sitting beside the tub, watching the girl grind away her skin, the water beginning to clear and allowing Effie a glance down at Katniss's naked body. She was certainly gorgeous. Anyone could notice that. A bit rough, but she brimmed with natural beauty a rare quality in the faux saturated world of the Capitol. Smirking, Effie dipped her hand into the water, Katniss's attention focussed on scrubbing herself, "As you are so unwilling to indulge and be pampered, I shall move forwards to the end of the bath, as tradition dictates for those in my position."
Before Katniss could understand what she meant, Effie's hand dipped down into the water, finding Katniss's legs and slipping down between her folds. Lunging forwards, Katniss grabbed the woman's arm, moving to wrench it away from her folds, but found herself immobilized by her delicate touch, her fingers, gliding softly across her folds, dancing delicately through her sumptuous lips, running gentle circles across her sensitive flesh. Her mind fought her body's urges, desperate to retain some degree of modesty, but as the pleasure began to build, Effie's fingers applying more pressure to her folds, she slowly melted away, her hand dropping from Effie's arms as she relaxed into the water, savoring the brief moments of pleasure, Effie's smile widening as the young girl succumbed to her advances.
Sliding her fingers along through the young girl's folds, Effie traced her slit, exploring every hidden avenue of the young tribute's pussy. Resting her finger gently against her entrance, she teased and taunted the young girl, pushing forwards just enough to cause her to moan, but not enough to relieve the pleasure of the soft pressure. Instead, she gently massaged her folds, three of her fingers rubbing up and down her slit, bringing moan after moan to her lips, Katniss finally letting her head fall back, moaning to herself as Effie treated her to a delicate and pleasurable pussy rub. Or rather quim rub, so as to not offend Effie.
Sliding up towards Katniss's clit, Effie took a moment to explore her many folds in order to find her sensitive nub. Using Katniss's moans to find her clit, Effie smiled as Katniss gasped, pleasure surging through her pussy as Effie's fingers found her most sensitive area, adeptly rubbing circles across the sensitive portion of flesh, causing Katniss to arch her back, pushing her pussy forwards, trying to get more and more pleasure from Effie, instinctively gyrating her hips. Flicking her nub back and forth with her finger, Effie effortlessly continued to run a finger up and down her slit, her finger prying apart her folds whilst her thumb remained, milking pleasure from her tender button.
Running a finger down to Katniss's entrance, Effie applied a gentle amount of pressure to her entrance, sliding her finger deep into her pussy, surprised at the young girl's tightness. Usually, girls her age were looser having experimented a little, but Katniss was tight, almost like a virgin, clutching and clamping down around Effie's finger and she eased it in and out of her pussy. Sliding in up to the knuckle, Effie curled the tip of her finger finding Katniss's g-spot with adept precision, her fingers nimbly massaging the two most sensitive areas of the young girl's quim, causing her to writhe in the bath, the water sloshing around, progressively getting wilder as she moaned louder and louder, Katniss's pussy flooded with pleasure.
Katniss's hands clenched the side of the tub, unable to quite believe just how much pleasure she was experiencing from two skilled fingers. Normally, she'd need Gale to be inside her whilst she was playing with herself to elicit this much, but Effie managed to do it with one hand and the tiniest, subtlest of movements. Sucking in her stomach, Katniss bit her lip, trying to curb the constant slew of moans and meek whimpers as Effie reduced her down to a timid child, whimpering as each burst of pleasure sank inside her, the tingling sensations almost becoming too much as her eyes rolled back.
Groaning in relief as Effie's finger left her g-spot and instead eased itself in and out of her pussy a few times, those few strokes of lesser pleasure giving her just as much relief as the focussed attention to her sweet spot. The building pleasure of her clit and g-spot was becoming too much, so a couple of simple strokes in and of her pussy relieved that mounting pleasure deliciously, giving her a brief respite from the waves of sumptuous pleasured sensations that were coursing through her body. Groaning softly, Katniss was plunged back into the realm of pleasure as Effie's hand performed some miraculous acrobatics, slipping a second finger inside her.
Her thumb continued to massage her clit, whilst one of the fingers inside her pussy found and focused on her g-spot, all the while the new finger that was introduced to her pussy was sliding in and out, attacking her quim on every front and bringing pleasure surging through her body, Katniss's moans silenced as she processed the unbelievable pleasure tingling through her body, her arse pushing upwards to try and mine more pleasure from Effie's hand. Growing up in the Capitol, Effie knew how to please herself and other important women. Getting through the cutthroat politics and social classes was a challenge best faced with a cocked hip, seductive smile, and a skillful hand that knew its way around both a quim and cock.
"Up, up, up," Effie ordered, plucking her fingers out of Katniss's pussy, denying her the pleasure of her building orgasm. Startled by her command, Katniss quickly did as she was told, rising to her feet in the bath, standing in place as Effie circled around her, admiring her from each angle, before settling behind her, face to face with her plump, round bum cheeks. Planting her hands onto Katniss's soft cheeks, Effie pried them apart, marveling at the soft fleshy behind of her Tribute. As she pulled apart her cheeks, Effie saw her tight flexing arsehole, winking at the older woman as she admired the girl's back entrance.
Confused as to what she was doing, Katniss quickly found out as Effie leaned forwards and planted her lips firmly on her asshole, gently snogging her back door. Gasping, she felt Effie's tongue dart out from between her lips, dancing back and forth across her hole, tracing every wrinkle and delicious crevice she could find without dipping into her hole. Moaning, Katniss felt her knees start to go weak, her stance shaking as her body was flooded with a completely new avenue of pleasure. Biting her lip, she felt Effie wrap her arm around her waist, holding onto her stomach, keeping her upright whilst simultaneously pulling her bum back onto her tongue, affording her deeper access to her tight backdoor as she slowly loosened up.
Pressing her tongue against Katniss's asshole, Effie slowly pushed inside, surprised at just how loose the young girl was in her back entrance. Being born in District 12 and having a distinct lack of condoms meant that if Katniss wanted to indulge with Gale, she had to either risk a baby or have him fuck her tightest hole. Thus, she was obviously looser in the back entrance, a fact that Effie reveled in. Pushing her tongue deep into her hole, Effie wriggled her slick muscle further and further in, dancing the tip of her tongue up and down her delicious hole, making sure to inch deeper and deeper with each delicate and purposeful lick.
Katniss had never thought to have someone lick her there. Even when experimenting in her younger years. It was obvious that people enjoyed being licked on their pussy, but their ass. That was a whole new experience of pleasure, one that she was relishing deliciously as her body began to move and gyrate, pushing backward onto Effie's tongue trying to push more of the slick intruder into her arse. Every tiny advance the digit made inside of her was pleasurable and Effie seemed keenly aware where the most sensitive parts of the young lady's body were. Even with her hands, she was gently massaging her bum cheeks, reaching around dancing her fingers across Katniss's belly, eliciting soft moans with the simplest of grazes.
Yet even with her diligent tongue working hard, buried deep within Katniss's arse, Effie wasn't bringing her as quickly towards her orgasm as she would have liked, prompting her to plunge Katniss into yet another realm of brilliant pleasure. Dropping the hand that was moving across her belly, Effie returned it down between the girl's legs, sliding her hand back into its place beforehand. Pressing her thumb on Katniss's button, she slipped two fingers back inside her, Katniss's mouth hanging open as she slid one finger up against her g-spot and sawed the other one in and out of her, pleasure attacking every part of Katniss's body and silencing her moans as her mouth simply hung open.
Bending over at the waist, as pleasure surged through her body, she steadied herself using her hands to clamp down on the side of the bath, as Effie's fingers began to move quicker, moans and groans of pleasure dribbling down from Katniss's lips. The new position pushed her bum back onto Effie's face, her tongue plunging deeper inside as her cheeks were spread wider, simply by her stance, inadvertently spreading her arsehole wider and giving Effie more delicious access to her backdoor, access she quickly capitalized on by wriggling to deeper depths and bring Katniss to gasp, "Oh fuck... Fuck... Fuck yeah... Oh..."
Taking her crude outburst as encouragement, Effie quickened her hand, massaging the most sensitive spots in Katniss's body, her wetness beginning to dribble down her thighs as Effie continued her diligent movements, Katniss writhing and arching her back in response. Her pussy was tingling on the verge of orgasm as the pleasure built inside her, growing bigger and bigger, threatening to burst at any moment. Focussed on making the young girl cum, Effie abandoned the intricacies of her fingers and simply began to slide three fingers in and out, clumsily shaking them and stretching her pussy as Katniss squealed with pleasure, her pussy tightening and clenching around her fingers as she rode down her incredible orgasm, her pussy spasming in faint bursts as her heart raced, "Yes!"
Sliding her hand away from Katniss's pussy, Effie dipped her fingers into her mouth, silently relishing the taste of the young girl before walking around to her front. Offering her hands to Katniss, she helped her out of the bath before wrapping a towel around her, the soft fabric unlike anything she had ever seen. Guiding her back towards their quarters, Effie smiled, "Dry yourself, get dressed and send in Peeta. Will give me time to change the water..."
Nodding, still breathless from her orgasm, Katniss ducked into her room and began to dry herself, still a little grubby in places, but much fresher than she was before. Opening the drawer, she found some frankly ludicrous clothing, pulling out a pair of panties that would be better served as a weapon than underwear. Fishing through all the clothing, she found the plainest pair she could, the edges still lined with sequins. Not bothering with a bra, she found a plain blouse and a pair of black trousers that suited her fine, before walking out and re-joining Peeta in the dining cart, a strange man with a wild mop of hair across his head, Peeta doing his best to dry and dissuade the man from guzzling down more whisky, "You are meant to be our mentor! Teach us how to win, how to survive!"
"I ain't got to do squat. Look, little miss lovebird's arrived. Why don't you scream at here for a while and give me a break," Haymitch growled, swigging the rest of his glass before staggering around to the drinks cart and pouring himself a brand-new glass of exotic liquor, the colored liquids frankly disgusting simply by the garish coloring.
"Effie wants to see you next, Peeta," Katniss said as he turned around sharply, his face flush having argued for a while. Sighing, Peeta slid out of his seat and offered it to Katniss, the girl swiftly taking her place before he leaned in a whispered into her ear.
"See If you can't bring him around, eh?" Peeta said, before striding angrily away to go and see Effie for his intimate bath, the young boy completely oblivious to what was going to go on in that carriage. Haymitch and Katniss sat in silence, Katniss staring him down as he lovingly gazed at his drink.
"He's right you know. We aren't going to stand a chance in there without your help. And you know that," Katniss said, gleaning his attention for all but a moment before he downed yet another glass of fiery whisky without even so much as a blink.
"Well, I can't help you, sunshine. See, they've changed the games. I don't know the rules for this year, so you have as much information as I do," Haymitch smiled, picking the entire bottle up from the cabinet and setting it down, chugging a mouthful from the bottle, forgoing the glass entirely.
"You must be able to tell us something?" Katniss asked, growing bitter and angry as she was simply batted aside. Reaching forwards, she wrenched the bottle from his hands, prompting him to simply take a second one from the trolley, grinning wildly.
"Let me tell you something. The Capitol is crazy. Crazy fucking lunatics who thought having children kill each other was a valid form of entertainment. I don't know what they'll come up with next. They are mad. But I suppose you figure that out when little Miss Muffet started to eat your ass out? Hmm?" Haymitch said, leaning across the table as Katniss looked at him bewildered, "How did I know? Because that's what they do. They fuck and shag their way through any problem they have. The Capitol is a bunch of rich, bloodthirsty, horny savages. The only time they pull themselves away from their orgies and sex slaves is to watch Tributes gut one another. I don't know what they have in store this year. But sunshine, you ain't gonna like it."
With that, Haymitch grabbed the bottle and his glass, retreating towards his quarters with both in tow, leaving Katniss there alone, unsure as to what she was to do. The Capitol was always just rich, money-grubbing old men to her. Haymitch's speech sparked a fleck of fear inside her. This Train was barrelling straight towards a new place, filled with new people that were completely foreign to her. They could be exactly like Haymitch described and Katniss was afraid of that. She and Peeta needed Haymitch on their side.
Getting up off her feet, she moved to follow the man, dipping into the next carriage and glancing down towards the bath carriage. The door was cracked open, giving her a brief look.
Peeta was standing in the bath facing away from her, Effie on her knees in front of him, obviously suckling on his cock, whilst he stood there, proudly relishing the sensation. But despite being disgusted by watching it, Katniss struggled to pull herself away. When she finally did, she turned to Haymitch's quarters and prepared to enter, the only thought lingering in her head being: Peeta had a nice arse.
Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed that. I realised half way through that this story is liable to be quite lesbian centred for a time. At least until the actual games, I suppose. I'm going to try and get Katniss fucked a few times (namely the next chapter) but who knows.
Please let me know if you enjoyed this. Reviews and PM's are really helpful in actually getting me to write more of the story. They spur me on immensely, so if you want to keep this story alive then please leave a review or send me a PM and we can chat a bit. It's nice to hear from people who actually enjoy the story.
One more chapter to go!