Author's Note: Hey guys! Hope you are all well and have not been waiting too impatiently for the next chapter. I do want remind people that this story will be updated fortnightly, so every two weeks. Hopefully I can make it more regular, but to give the people who don't accounts and who are just guests a reliable time to check back, I'm make it fortnightly. For those who were worried they'd have to wait another two years, have no fear!
However, this chapter sees Katniss finally arrive at the Capitol and it is revealed just how crazy they are. And of course, it's remarkably sex driven. Who would have thought it, considering the title of this story is innocent and harmless, eh? Enjoy and let me know what you think!
Chapter 7: Lunatics... Naked Lunatics...
The sheen of the Capitol could be seen long before they arrived anywhere near the actual city. And whilst Haymitch rattled of piece of fractured, drunken advice, the two Tributes found no solace in his words, their necks craned as they watched the city loom higher and higher in their sights, the impending doom readying to crash down on them. Katniss had been distracted ever since she saw the first spire, consciously ignoring their mentor's vital words about putting on a show and being liked amongst the masses. Peeta gleaned enough to keep the conversation alive, but even then, he was focussed more on what was about to happen, going so far as to rise to his feet and cross over to one of the windows as they pushed through the tunnel and began to glide through and into the station, the hoards of Capitol citizens waiting for them in their shared and eclectic madness.
They stood in their hundreds waiting for them, waving ecstatically as they came into the station. At first, Peeta's mind went blank in sheer surprise, before a smile etched itself across his face. The Capitol were a strange folk at least in the eyes of the Tributes from Twelve. It was strange enough that Katniss rose from her seat, not to greet and wave, but to simply get a closer look. When President Snow said that they were embracing their more modern sensibilities when designing this year's games, he wasn't lying. Nearly every single denizen of the Capitol was showing skin. Not an arm or a shoulder. But presenting their breasts, bum or otherwise intimate areas for all to see, and all with a flagrant disrespect for the notion of modesty.
Not entirely naked, what they wore was more akin to bondage gear, whilst not specifically clothed in leather. Although, some people had opted for such a material. But their dresses and eclectic suits were design so as to present their sexual assets as if on a pedestal. Dresses curved around women's breasts, showing them perfectly, some opting to adorn nipple tassels as if that somehow repaired their damaged modesty. Some people forewent clothing entirely, standing completely in the buff, their pubic hair matching the eccentricity of their actual heads of hair, often being woven into strange designs. Some people only splashes of paint and make-up across their bodies with others only adorning their manhood with a single gold ring wrapped around the base of their shaft.
And such lack of clothing wasn't frowned upon, but rather celebrated. The people who didn't have their eyes latched onto the train, waiting for the Tributes, were found lavishing each other, their hands gently squeezing and admiring one another's bodies, all through forced smiles. Whilst none were explicitly engaging in sexual activity, Katniss couldn't be a hundred percent sure, considering just how massive and writhing the crowd was, people shamelessly pressing their exposed or entirely nude bodies against one another, desperate to get close and see the Tributes. The people they would be watching with lustful eyes as the fucked and played with one another in the perverse playground that was the Hunger Games.
"I told you they were crazy..." Haymitch grumbled moving down the train and heading towards the entrance, followed swiftly by Katniss and Peeta, both of whom had their hearts racing, panicking and wondering just what would happen. However, their worries were quickly shifted to Effie who had incidentally excused herself fifteen minutes before arriving at the Capitol. She had changed her attire so as to better fit the sentiment of the Capitol and wore bright Pink band of fabric around her neck. Four strips of similar fabric rand down to her waist, attached to a second band of fabric on her hips. The thin strips of fabric hid nothing from view and were adorned with sequins and various other accoutrements of splendour. She had a skirt that flowed down over her hips, but curved away from her pussy and arse, allowing them to be fully in view of anyone who wished. Although, she had lain a strip of pink fabric across her quim as if to imply that was enough to cover it, her pussy lips folding around the fabric. Casting a quick glance at the woman, Katniss averted her eyes, Haymitch being quick to berate her, "Really, Effie?"
"I adopted the modesty of District Twelve during my visit, but now we are back in the Capitol I see no problem in dressing as I usually do," Effie said, straightening what little fabric she wore, before turning to Katniss and brushing her down, grasping her top and trying to pull it downwards and exposed her breasts, "Now, now... You are Tributes and the crowds will want to see you as you are meant to be."
Smacking her hand away, Katniss pushed away, retreating to Haymitch, who for once was being the voice of reason in the situation. Effie quickly darted over to Peeta, her hands fumbling around his crotch, massaging his cock to a hardened state before unzipping his trousers, trying to free his cock, "Effie! Now is not the time!"
"Fine, but if no one likes our Tributes, then I shall be blaming you. Smiles and..." Effie grumbled, before returning to her usual faux self, the doors of the train peeling apart, allowing the rambunctious cheers of the crowd to hit their ears at full volume, Peeta instantly smiling and waving back, Katniss a little more reserved. Slowly striding forwards, they followed a group of Peacekeepers who ensured that there was enough space for them to get to the preparation areas for the Tribute parade. Doing her best to remain stoic and unfaltering, Katniss was a little taken aback by the forwardness of the Capitol denizens, each one trying to lunge at her, one managing to grope her arse, getting a few good squeezes in before Katniss batted his hand away. Before she could retaliate with a deserving slap, Katniss had Haymitch grab her shoulder, forcing her away.
"Don't. This is a completely different world. And you need to be liked," Haymitch reprimanded, his drunken haze lifting, replaced by a stern and calm demeanour, one that filled Katniss with a small amount of confidence as they strode on past, Peeta quietly relishing the attention and the few subtle hands that found his cock and gently massaged it. One woman of a darker complexion, bald and wearing only gold paint, strutted seductively alongside Peeta, her hand fixed on his cock as she gave him sultry looks, purring in his ear and coaxing his hand to dip down between her legs. Plucking a small card from a tiny pocket that she wore on a thin string around her waist, she handed it to Peeta before bidding him goodbye.
"This is humiliating. It's like I'm being paraded as a show pony," Katniss seethed, an older gentleman reaching across Haymitch and landing on her breast. Moving to brush it away, Katniss was stopped by Haymitch, who did it for her, smiling politely to the elderly gentleman who backed away immediately.
"Well, that's your life for now. Until you win the Games," Haymitch said, the group rounding a corner to a small underground tunnel, a little seedier than normal, but entirely upper-class. It outshone even the grandest place in twelve. Buried into the side of the tunnel were shops, parading their wares which were decidedly perverse. One had a myriad of sex toys that went beyond Katniss's simply wooden strapon back home, intricate wires and metal frames creating ludicrous and frankly insane creations that were more akin to torture devices than pleasure. The next shop was a brothel, but it dispelled with the tiny fragments of privacy usual found in such establishments. Instead woman and men took their place in a seat, much akin to a barbershop, and were serviced by whomever they wished. The next shop was more disturbing as woman and men were bound in ropes, gagged, and with price tags. Sex slaves. Unbeknownst to Katniss, the people being sold were in on the operation finding pleasure in the notion and where wholly willing to be sold to simply be used.
Luckily, the group ducked into a small elevator, the doors sliding closed behind them and giving Katniss and brief moment out of the gaze and lust of the public, her body now simply in her own to control, Haymitch sighing as the elevator began to move, "Welcome to the Capitol. The land of lunatics..."
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPreparation was hardly any better. With such high standards for what they defined as beauty, the Capitol organised what they called Preparation. Each of the Tributes was given a small cordoned off area, a group of half-naked workers, washing and prepping them, ridding them of the filth that was their District. Marched in, one after the other, the Tributes had varying amounts of nerves, but Katniss was simply trying to process what was happening to her. Standing in her small cordoned off area, she was met with three people, two women and one man. They wore protective clothing, which was comprised of an apron and mask, behind which lay nothing at all. Standing their expectantly, Katniss received her orders from the confused people, simply saying, "Well... Strip..."
Biting her lip, Katniss bit the bullet, realizing that this was going to become all too familiar for her. Stating with her trousers, she quickly undid them, dropping them to the ground as the three people stood there ogling her as she revealed her soft and plump flesh. Standing in her panties and only her blouse having kicked her shoes and socks to one side. Hesitant at first, Katniss closed her eyes and pulled her blouse up and off her body, her plump breasts bouncing free, one of the women watching her raising her eyebrows in response, salivating slightly. Keeping the momentum going, she slid her fingers into her knickers and peeled them away, dropping them instantly and standing entirely in the nude and the mercy of the three people, the man taking charge and gesturing towards the operating table lying in the middle of the area.
Laying down, Katniss felt like she was a slab of meat on a butcher's table and the following procedures were hardly flattering. Washing her down with soap and a showerhead, she was quickly blow-dried and cleaned. Then came the pain. Her body was examined under a microscope, all three- people running over her with tweezers and removing every stray hair. Lifting and spreading her legs, they delved into every nook and cranny, her arsehole combed over and over again to remove even the slightest hint of hair. Due to her shaven crotch, the painful removal of such hairs was luckily left to the side, resulting in them dropping her body, prepped, soaked, shaven, plucked, pulled and presented perfectly.
It was then when the three people dropped their tools that they circled around the girl, running their hands delicately across her freshly prepared body, their touch more tender and far more sensual. Taken aback, Katniss could hardly refuse as one of them pressed their lips against hers, clouding her vision as the two other people went lower and lower. It was only now that Katniss fully eyed the people up. The man had a shaven head, with only an elegantly tweaked mustache, whilst the ladies were adorned in far more intricately. One had flaming red hair that was straightened, with red lipstick and blackened eyes. The other, a colored woman had a long snaking strip of white hair that went along the middle of her head before stretching into a long ponytail that curled around her shoulder several times. By Katniss's instant lust-filled haze, they were definitely attractive and in her defense, her body was paralyzed in sharp stabbing pains from her painful plucking. So, she could barely muster the strength to object to their advances, her mind instantly assuming this to be some perverse finishing ceremony.
The gentle caresses were like a delicate and purposeful massage to her prepped body and she barely recognized what was happening until her legs were spread and she felt two heads disappear beneath her. Her bum was lifted up from the table, her freshly plucked arsehole revealed to the two people down by her crotch. The woman kissing her continued to do so, pushing her tongue deeper into the young girl's mouth until finally, Katniss pushed her away, the woman seeing her feisty defiance as an admirable trait. Her hands moved to push the two people between her legs away, but the woman who was kissing her, the colored woman, captured her hands, pulling them up above her head and out of her view, stretching her body out. Before Katniss could figure out what was happening, she felt her fingers sliding through the woman's slick folds, her fingers prying her pussy apart as she used her hands to stimulate herself. Trying to tug her hands away, Katniss was once more pinned in place as the two other attendants lunged their tongues forwards, forcing the girl's lips open in a deep orgasmic moan.
She felt the man's tongue find her pussy, tracing expertly through her folds, darting back and forth as if he was already familiar with her most tender spots. It took him seconds to find her clit, his tongue wrapping eagerly around it and gently suckling on the sensitive nub. It took Gale a fair while to find her clit and took him days to do so without her constant guidance, yet this stranger found and attacked it so sensually without even batting an eyelid. A finger found her entrance and slipped deep inside, causing her to arch her back, pushing her pussy instinctively into his face, his chin working steadily through her folds as he began to slide his digit in and out, her slick pussy eagerly accepting a second finger with little hesitation, her body teeming with delicious pleasure that instantly clouded her judgment. Every logical bone in her body wanted to force her to get up
and storm away, yet she couldn't. And as more moans began to rise from the other booths, Katniss, comforted by the company of other pleasured teens, allowed herself a brief moan, a brief burst of pleasure. Her logic went out the window as she felt her hands move.
It wasn't that the black woman was moving them, but rather a lustful part of her mind took control, sliding her fingers up and into the woman's hole. Gasping, she grinned, pulling her apron off and revealing her gorgeously fake body to Katniss, who in her pleasure haze relished every inch of her perfectly proportioned body. Of course they were implants and if Katniss was thinking with any sense, she would have scoffed at them. But that haze pushed her to bite her lip in response, watching as the woman let go of her hands, trusting the young girl to be diligent in her movements and not retreat. One hand snaked around to the woman's bum, groping the taut cheeks, whilst the other easily slid a couple of fingers into the woman's cunt, making her moan softly. Spurred on by Katniss's engagement, the woman leaned down pressing her lips softly against Katniss's, the girl far more receptive to her advances this time around and parting her lips eagerly to allow her tongue to explore her mouth. The woman's hands found Katniss's breasts, gently squeezing and playing with them, enthralled by their natural shape and form.
The other woman down between Katniss's legs left the man to ravage her pussy, her tongue craving a far more delectable entrance. Leaning forwards, she traced her tongue along Katniss's arsehole, gently coating it in a thin layer of saliva, the girl's body almost instantly reacting to the skilled tongue that was at work between her legs. Pushing forwards, her well-used arse gave away almost instantly, allowing her to slip her tongue deep into Katniss's rear end, relishing and savoring her depths as her hands
spread her legs wider and wider. Shaking ever so slightly, Katniss's body was plunged into new realms of pleasure as the most skilled tongues she had ever experienced went at work to her lower holes, all the while she was trapped in a sensual kiss, her fingers probing a random stranger. The thoughts about how ludicrous and perverse this situation was escaped Katniss as pleasure clouded them, the tongues sliding in and out, up and down and all over her holes were eliciting moan after moan from the young girl.
Plucking her lips away, the colored woman took Katniss's hand and pulled it away from her pussy, a lustful smile on her face as she took it by the wrist. Her other hand took Katniss's fingers and rolled them in on themselves, forcing the young girl to clench her first. Giving her fist a small kiss, the woman then lowered it between her legs, Katniss's eyes widening. She wasn't going to do what she thought she was going to do, was she? She was. Pressing Katniss's knuckles against her pussy, the woman wriggled back and forth slightly, trying desperately to adjust to the fist. It took some time, but eventually, her folds parted, and Katniss's fist slowly began to slip inside, the young girl's eyes widening as her own pleasure was lost on her, instead replaced by vapid curiosity as to what was happening. Wriggling a little more, her pussy gave away, Katniss's fist carving through her hole like butter and sinking itself all the way up to the wrist inside her, the woman barely wincing, instead grinning wildly. Slowly, she started to squat more and more of Katniss's forearm disappearing inside her, until she reached her limit, the woman gently shaking her hips as if to boast at her abilities.
That was the straw that broke Katniss as her pleasured haze was broken by bafflement. Suddenly, she came to her senses, her orgasm just around the corner. Yet her principles remained unfaltering, Katniss pulling her fist a little roughly out of the woman (not that she cared, the same wide grin plastered on her face regardless). Her hands pushed the two people between her legs away as she rolled off the table, a little shaky on her footing. She grabbed a hospital gown that she was sure she was supposed to wear, a big twelve emblazoned in the front. Wrapping it around herself, she turned to face the three attendants, all of whom wore massive smiles as they simply said, with chuckles following, "She'll be the first to die."
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINext to her in a separate booth, Peeta was in heaven. Being the baker's boy from twelve he hardly indulged in the sexual promiscuity that seemed to rampant in the Capitol. Walking through the Capitol streets was terrifying, yet he could hardly ignore the throbbing erection that was pushing against his trousers. He had always thought he'd remain a virgin for a fair while, but having become a Tribute, he had been treated to the sumptuously skilled lips of Effie and was now receiving his own special treatment at the hands of his attendants, though was far keener than Katniss to see it through to the bitter and pleasurable end.
His treatment and prep were much the same as Katniss's. Having previously been shaven by Effie, he avoided the most painful aspects, but still had every inch of his body combed for unwanted hairs before his three attendants circled around them, the similar sultry glare in their eye as they did so. Luckily for Peeta, all three of them were woman, meaning he wouldn't have to indulge in any perverse action with someone of his own gender. Yet at least. Two of them were identical. Twins. Their hair was a myriad of colours each one brighter than the next, combed into wispy shapes. The last had a shaven head, the thin bristles that remained being blue, her face caked with silvery and deep blue hues.
Their hands ran along his body, massaging him. Whereas Katniss was simply caressed, these three were massaging, their hands pushing into his skin deeply, forcing grunts of pleasure from him without even touching his rapidly hardening cock.
"Turn over..." one of them smiled, reaching beneath the table and unhooking a small portion of it, a small circular hole appearing beneath him, the implication clear. Whilst he was taken aback by the forwardness of the Capitol, the raging hormones inside him could hardly turn down something as appealing as a blowjob from a pair of seductive twins and their gorgeous friend. Doing so swiftly, he slid his cock through the hole, his head being placed dangling over the edge of the table as their hands ran all over him. One of them continued the massage whilst the other two sought more sensual means to derive pleasure from the young and frankly handsome boy.
One of the twins slid down onto her knees, clambering beneath the table and biting her lip as she came face to face with his cock. Peeta didn't know it, but his shaft was longer than average. Standing at ten inches, it was the prize in the eyes of the young woman as she reached forwards and wrapped her hand daintily around the base of his cock, slowly milking the first bead of pre-cum down and onto her eager tongue, relishing the salty taste as Peeta let out a deep and pleasured moan. Gently jerking Peeta off, she leant forwards, her tongue flicking across his tip, pre-cum pouring out of the adolescent boy, his second ever blowjob being one of immensely pleasurable proportions. Then again, he didn't have much to compare it to and being able to give a decent blowjob in the Capitol was the equivalent of being able to count. Wrapping her tongue around his tip, she wiped away the rapidly produced pre-cum replacing it with slick saliva, her lips slowly parting and enveloping the head of his cock.
Meanwhile, as his cock was being subjected to a skilled tongue, the other twin stood at his side, her hands gently roaming across his taut and toned bum cheeks, gently prying them apart to reveal his freshly prepped rear entrance, as yet untouched by tongue, toys or even cock. Not that it would remain that way for very long. Licking her lips, the woman leant in, pressing a soft kiss on each of Peeta's bum cheeks before gently running her tongue across his hole, causing him to thrust into the table, arching his back in pleasure. Taking this as a good response, she held his cheeks firmly in place, running slow and delicate circles across his arsehole, bringing constant moans to his lips as she did so. Slowly, he relaxed his hole loosening enough for her to press the tip of her tongue against his entrance, and plunge her slippery muscle deep into her clutching arse, silencing him as his moans became quiet an unheard. Wriggling deeper and deeper, her tongue explored the new avenue of his body, pre-cum dribbling rapidly into her twin's mouth, the girl moaning around Peeta's shaft.
As Peeta thrust downwards in response to his ass being probed by a skilful tongue, the woman eagerly lapping at the head of his cock decided to plunge him truly in to the realm of pleasurable heaven. Arching her neck, she angled her throat upwards and slowly slid her lips up and along his shaft, her throat eagerly swallowing and allowing his cock deeper into her well trained and used throat. Peeta's breath was once more taken from him as every inch of his cock plunged deep into her throat, a feat that Effie couldn't mimic with such precision and deft ability. Suddenly, he felt her lips pressing against his shaven crotch, her throat convulsing and spasming in a controlled and immensely pleasurable way, making him twitch, his cock readying to explode, all the while the other woman continued her massage, acting as if there was nothing happening and simply relieving the tension in the boy.
Feeling his ass close once more, the woman's tongue leaving his entrance, Peeta's eyes widened as he realised exactly what was coming. A finger rested itself against his hole, her tongue having loosened him enough to make it easy for the woman to plunge her digit inside him. Opting for a more slow and sensual approach, she used her other hand to spread him as wide as possible before wriggling the tip of her finger into his unprobed hole, silently wishing that she could spear him gorgeous little butt on her fist or better yet a strap-on. Or watch him bounce on another man's cock. All those fantasises came to the woman's mind, hoping desperately that she could watch him doing such perverse and intimate things during the games. Settling for a single finger, she slipped the tip inside him, easing it slowly forwards until she was buried up to the knuckle, Peeta grunting in pleasure as his bum was filled with a single finger, something that would seem so paltry in the weeks to come.
Peeta's cock was throbbing and twitching in the woman's mouth, her tongue dancing delicately around the base, even stretching to run along his balls whilst her throat tended to his shaft. He was on the verge of cumming and judging by his rigid body and flexed fists, he was desperately trying to stave of the end, wanting to savour the pleasures for a little while longer. The twins had no such plans, their bodies moving in tandem. Pulling her lips back along his cock, she eagerly plunged them back on his cock, just as her sister curled her finger, the tip of the digit resting against his incredibly pleasurable prostate. Gently tickling the sweet spot, she unleashed his orgasm, the tidal wave flooding her sister's eager throat, as strand after strand of copious cum spurted into her mouth. Keeping calm and composed, she swallowed it diligently, having experienced far larger cum shots. Making sure, she milked every last drop, she slowly let his softening cock drop from her lips and shuffled out from beneath the table, Peeta breathless and rolling onto his back to face the three ladies.
Wiping her lips, the blowjob twin smirked, blowing him a kiss as her twin took the finger that was lodged inside him and dipped it in between her own lips, smiling lustily as she did so. The other woman, who looked disappointed that she didn't get an opportunity was holding his gown, the number twelve emblazoned on the front. Smirking, she gestured towards a door and smiled, "Your Stylist is waiting..."
Author's Note: Hope you guys all enjoyed that! Let me know if you did. I wasn't sure exactly what I wanted to do with this chapter, but it worked out in the end. Next chapter is the stylist meetings and I wonder just what sexual promiscuity might be happening there.
I just wanted to remind people of a few things. This Is a fortnightly story, so will be updated every two weeks and always on a Monday. There will be gay content in this story so be wary of that. I will include warnings at the beginning of chapters if there Is gay content so that it can be avoided, but just to let you know.
Apart from that, I'll see you all in a couple weeks time!