Author's Note: Hope you guys are all well. I know every two weeks is a bit annoying, but I'd rather keep to a schedule I can definitely keep rather than overextending myself. If I kept all my stories to weekly updates, I'd be incredibly stressed, and I'd probably start to hate it, meaning I would ditch the story. Also, I'm going to be trying to make these chapters a little longer to make up for it. Hopefully! Hope you guys understand!
I'm starting to plan the actual games and what's going to happen in it, so I would appreciate suggestions, otherwise it'll just be stuff I'll think is kinky. So, if there is something you want to see in the actual games, let me know and maybe your fantasy will be a reality. I love reviews regardless, so let me know what you think.
Otherwise, enjoy the stylists and the Tributes parade mixed into two! Might be a little longer as a result (score for you guys!)
Chapter 8: The Fires of Twelve
Katniss sat twiddling her thumbs nervously. Her folds were still slick from the treatment the attendants had given her and despite her best efforts, she couldn't deny the desire to slip her hand between her thighs and finish herself off. She was wholeheartedly against what had happened, but that didn't stop the fact that she had been rendered incredibly horny and aroused, left desperately in need of an orgasm. It didn't help that she had been on the edge when she bucked up the courage to push them away. Her hand instinctively twitched towards her folds, wanting to just quickly rub one out for the sake of her sanity, but knowing that at any minute, the door could just swing open and her stylist and god knows who else would see her. Not that it mattered, they'd all be watching her fuck and play with herself anyway during the Games.
It was that final note that finally convinced her, Katniss glancing towards the door as if she could see through it before, sliding a hand beneath the hospital gown she wore and gently tracing her hand down her stomach. Moaning as her fingers glided through her folds, she felt her slickness almost immediately, her arousal laid bare before her as her digits were instantly coated in her juices, pleasure tingling in her cunt as her previous orgasm began to swell. Biting her lip, she committed, reclining backwards and using the wall to support herself as her fingers pried apart her folds and found her clit, her finger gently rubbing it back and forth, sending bursts of sumptuous pleasure tingling through her body, her back arching in response. Running circles across the sensitive nub, her other hand slipped up towards her breast, gently grasping the mound and softly squeezing it, running her thumb across her nipple and moaning deeply at the subtle amount of pleasure it elicited.
Deciding that the gown she was wearing was more a hinderance than a help, she untied the strings at the back and peeled it away, crumpling it up and tossing it to one side, her pussy laid entirely bare. Lifting her legs up to the table, she spread them wide about in line with her shoulders, her folds slick and glossy and spread apart entirely, her deep and virgin hole on view. Sliding both her hands down to her pussy, she threw her head back and let her hands go wild. Rubbing her clit with her entire palm, she felt her body start to grind forwards, begging for more as she played with herself, craving the release of another orgasm. Her other hand slipped a couple fingers inside her pussy, easing them inside herself and moaning loudly as she did so, her hands becoming coated in her juices as she rubbed and played with herself, wanting to cum. Debating whether or not she should slide her fingers a little lower and indulge her arsehole in a little toying, Katniss was once again interrupted, her orgasm on the brink of shuddering through her body, when the door swung open and someone stumbled in, politely turning surprised by the sight, the timid voice of Peeta sounding loudly, "Oh god! Sorry, I didn't know."
"Bloody hell, you couldn't have knocked?" Katniss snapped, her face flushing red as she lunged for her hospital gown and pulled it over her body, tying It tightly around herself and fixing herself up, her face flustered and hair all over the place. Casually propping herself up, she looked at him judgementally as he staggered inside, hesitant to look at her as he kept his eyes closed.
"I didn't expect you would be... doing that. Sorry, are you dressed? Can I?" he stammered nervously, hanging on the door as Katniss looked at him furiously, blaming him wholeheartedly for the embarrassing affair, despite it being due to her indiscretion entirely.
"Yeah, you can look. What are you doing here? I thought Stylist meetings were meant to be on our own?" Katniss asked as Peeta opened his eyes and closed the door behind him, shuffling nervously into the room, silently trying to hide his half hard cock. Finally managing to dissuade his shaft from hardening any more, he took a seat on the table and watched as Katniss walked towards the sink, her bum unwittingly on full and complete view for the young and horny teen to ogle to his heart's content.
"Apparently they want us together. I don't know, I'm not really up to speed with all this," Peeta explained, trying his best to avert his eyes, but being entirely unable when presented with such a nice, plump rear end. He had casually glanced at it on the train when she was dressed, and he was silently pleased to see it in it's entirety. Washing her hands of her juices, she cast a look over her shoulder and saw his lustful gazes towards her arse, thoroughly offended at the gross implication of his vapid gaze.
"Can you please not stare at my arse? I'm having a hard- enough time as it is trying to come to terms with the fact that millions of people are soon going to be staring at it. I don't need to see it actually happen," Katniss snapped, turning around and drying her hands, sighing as she took her seat next to Peeta, the boy bowing his head embarrassedly and blushing a deep red, a red only matched by the one of Katniss's face.
"Sorry. This is pretty messed up though. I knew the Capitol were some messed up people, but this is something else," Peeta said, trying to make casual conversation as Katniss kept her quiet and stoic gaze focussed forwards and on the wall ahead, trying to keep herself calm and composed.
"Maybe the fact that they were putting in a sex competition would have given it away," Katniss replied bitterly, Peeta a little offended by her tone, but keeping his tongue curbed on the topic, the pair both obviously nervous in a multitude of ways.
"Yeah, to be naked in the streets. Doing... sex things in front of people. Its so... kinky..." Peeta said nervously, Katniss finally turning to him with a bemused smile as the word 'kinky' came from his lips to describe the people in the Capitol. 'Deranged' was a more apt and fitting description.
"Kinky? Really? I'd hate to see what normal was for you," Katniss berated, a smile coming to her lips as Peeta chuckled, the pair finally getting on for the briefest of moments as they laughed at his foolish choice of words, their faces slowly turning back to a normal shade of pink.
"Well, you know what I mean. The attendants out there. They just started... putting their tongues places. That stuff never happens to people like me," Peeta remarked, the forwardness of the Capitol denizens not only taking him by surprise but giving him a perverse sense of courage and pride. They were lusting after him. No one lusted after him back home. It was all dry smiles and handshakes.
"It's humiliating. Empty sex with empty people. It's all insane," Katniss said, once again twiddling her thumbs as she kicked her feet back and forth, "Suppose we have to get used to it. We're a part of it for better or for worse. Put fake smiles on and get rutted against like animals for the whole world to see. Lucky, lucky us..."
"They might not have to be fake smiles?" Peeta said meekly, his intention subtle, but direct enough to draw Katniss's attention. However, before she could part her lips, the door once again opened, and two figures walked in. Two completely different figures. One, was a man, coloured and decidedly plain. Well, that was in comparison to the rest of the Capitol. In Katniss mind, she was the most normal man she had seen so far and wore modest, rather plain clothing. A direct opposite to the other person. A woman and of coloured skin, her hair was a bleach blonde, with pink and black make-up. And where the man was conservative and modest, she was flagrant. She had a single curved piece of fabric that hide her pussy, slide between her legs and hid simply the crevice of her arse, still flashing the very top of her bum and showing most of the flesh. The fabric was hung with a thin piece of string around her waist. Two simple curved nipple tassels hid her nipples with concentric rings of black pain painted on her pert and small breasts. She had other adornments, but nothing that would constitute as clothing. It was a striking comparison between the two and took Katniss and Peeta by surprise.
"I'm liking it already. You two. That was incredibly brave what you did with your sister. I commend that. And we, we'll I'm here to help you in anyway possible. Namely, first impressions," the man smiled, pulling up a small stool and sitting next to Katniss, almost entirely ignoring Peeta and focussing on the young girl. Normally, such intent would have disturbed her, especially in the current situation, but his bearing was calm, almost amicable, whilst the woman was almost... hungry, "My name is Cinna."
"And I'm Portia. Though I'm mainly here to help you, handsome..." the woman interjected, her hand resting on Peeta's shoulder, peeling a small bit of his gown back to look at his skin and biting her lip, hoping that no one would notice her. There was a clear disdain in Cinna's eyes as he turned back to Katniss.
"I thought we were meant to be split apart. I mean... when it comes to the stylists," Katniss said, warily watching as Portia dropped her hands from Peeta, still eyeing him up and namely looking for a bulge to grow between his legs, hoping for an early preview.
"Normally, that's the case, although this year, since all the rules for the Games seem to be out the window, we'd thought we'd try something a little different," Cinna explained, returning to the door and pulling out two hangers, each displaying a rather dark black leather outfit that was surprisingly concealing in regard to what she had seen before, but Katniss was quietly happy about that, "Instead of designing costumes separately, we designed them in tandem. Instead of selling you guys as singular, we sell you a pair. United?"
"And, of-course we need to celebrate your natural forms. That's what the people want to see. Boobs, butts and... well the rest," Portia smiled, her eagerness for the plain clothing being incredibly surprising. Seeing such a... lewd woman lavishly celebrating clothing that would hide all the things she wanted to celebrate was peculiar.
"Yeah. Listen, I know the rules are messed up, but we have to play their game," Cinna sighed, Portia slapping him on the shoulder as he said so, the woman openly thrilled about the sexual aspect to the games, "And most of the other stylist are going for subtly. Leave the audience wanting more, showing little hints of what they want to see. We? We are going to go from one to a hundred, right in front of their perverted little eyes."
"What do you mean? Not to be offensive, but if we are trying to get people to root for us based on our bodies, a black leather jumpsuit isn't exactly going to be doing us any favours?" Peeta pointed out as Portia held the outfit up, modelling it, alongside the flame flared cuffs and legs.
"Trust me, it'll work," Cinna smiled, already warmed with the smile he gave her. Despite her reluctance, there was something in his eye that made her trust him. Nodding quietly, Katniss inspired Peeta to do the same, curbing his critical tongue and nodding stoically along. Hanging the outfits up, Cinna turned around struggling to find the words, "We have till sundown to prepare, so... if you wouldn't mind, getting... getting..."
"Naked. Strip please," Portia interjected, Cinna blushing as she so crudely explained, Peeta clenching his fists and standing upwards, Katniss's eyes widening as Peeta was emboldened by a perverse sense of courage. Right before her eyes, she watched as he untied the back of his gown and slowly peeled it away from his body, revealing his nude and rather pleasing form. For all her skepticism and distaste for the situation, she couldn't pluck her eyes away from the boy as he stood there breathing heavily, his body exposed for both her and Portia to ogle; the former taking some glee in lavishing the body of her subjects with her eyes, licking her lips as such a delectable Tribute was sat before her. Peeta was short, but that didn't diminish the allure he still had. Rather toned despite the hunger and lack of food in Twelve, he was very well-formed, the hints of abs stretching across his torso. Not to mention rather strong arms. But that wasn't what drew Katniss and Portia's eyes in particular. Katniss didn't crane her neck to try and gawk at his cock, which unfortunately remained entirely soft, the nerves of the moment getting the better of him. Instead, she was presented with his rather pert and delicious-looking bum.
Delicious? What kind of word was that Katniss thought, turning her mind instantly to Cinna who had bowed his head in respect, but was duty-bound to eventually look at the pair. He and Katniss shared a look, one that bled with an apologetic sigh and she was finally confident enough.
Confidence wasn't exactly what she would call it, instead more force of will. Standing up, she ripped her gown off like a band-aid, not even caring as the strings snapped rendering the gown unwearable, standing naked in the room as Portia gazed over at her longingly. Peeta was unable to not glance, quickly turning his eyes as he saw her breasts and her folds that were still glossy and slick. Gesturing for the pair to sit down, they did so, quietly waiting as the two stylists prepared, the two Tributes being awkwardly close on the small bench, their arms and legs touching as they did their best to cover their bodies more out of instinct that out of necessity.
Portia was quick of the mark, sinking down to her knees in front of Peeta and playfully smacking his thighs so as to make him spread his legs, something her did whilst blushing. Sure, he had indulged in a few pleasures since being naked Tribute but being inspected in front of Katniss was decidedly embarrassing. Spreading his legs, he pulled his hands away from his crotch and let Portia examine his softened cock. It wasn't entirely small, but it looked a little pathetic when not hard. He was definitely a grower, his cock lurching forwards immensely when it was hard. Reaching forwards without hesitation, she collected his cock and balls in her hands, Peeta gasping loudly as she did so and scrunching his face up, dissuading the moan that was coming from his stomach, begging to groan in front of everyone. He fought the urge, but Portia was so intimate with his cock, jerking the softened form back and forth in her hand, peeling back his foreskin and running her fingers along every inch of his softened shaft, before smiling up at him, "Nerves getting to you? Not to worry, we'll sort that out..."
What came next took Katniss by surprise as she had by slying watching her fondle his cock out of the corner of her eyes, perversely curious about what was happening. Leaning forwards, Portia angled his softened cock towards her mouth and eagerly took his shaft deep into her throat, sliding her lips all the way down to the base as Peeta gasped and clenched his fists, his hand brushing against Katniss's thigh as he did so. Turning sharply away, her gaze met Cinna who was equally put off, but realised that it was a necessity for the design they intended. Slowly, but surely, Portia felt his cock harden into her throat, his flesh expanding and fitting her clutching gullet perfectly, the horny and lustful stylist grinning around her cock, her tongue eagerly tracing any flesh she could get a hold off as her hands groped and fondled at his balls. It quickly became more than simply getting him hard as her hand crawled up his stomach, finding his pecs and gently grabbing them her thumb rubbing and tracing his nipples as she started to gag and splutter around his shaft, even her deft sexual abilities not enough to swallow his cock entirely gracefully.
"Do... Do they have to do that here?" Katniss asked as Cinna turned around to her, respectfully starting with her hair and gently brushing it, starting to braid it into the required design that they wanted, trying her best to ignore Portia's eager and horny slurps, slobbering and slavering over his cock as Peeta began to blush a deeper red than before, Katniss perversely curious to see what his cock looked like when fully hard. Unfortunately for her, Portia seemed keen on not relieving her throat of his thick and bulbous length, wanting to savour every delicious inch for as long as possible. When it was revealed that her Tribute was Peeta,
she was definitely excited to get to work. A cute boy from the outskirts of District Twelve. That had sexual opportunity all over it. And even she had to admit being forwards enough to deepthroat his cock this early on was a little bold, but she wanted to dig in as quickly as possible.
Slowly, Portia pulled her lips back along his cock, slowly but surely plucking his length from the pleasurable depths that were her throat. Peeta wasn't sure where to look, glancing down at his Stylist and instantly being met with hungry and eager eyes, forcing him to look elsewhere. Glancing to his right, he saw Katniss sitting naked; and once more was forced elsewhere. Pulling her mouth away from his slick cock, Portia let her hand glide up and jerking her prize slowly, before leaning in with her tongue and letting it dance around the young boy's thick and throbbing shaft, all the while starting to moan loudly, the vibrations adding to Peeta's unwanted pleasure. Had they been in a private room, there was no doubt that he would have loved the lavish blowjob the woman was given him, but when in the company that he was in, he found it extremely awkward, his face turning a brighter red than before. Her other hand found his balls, gently massaging them and passing them back and forth in her hand before she dropped her mouth to the sensitive handful, her lips opening eagerly to envelop them with a lustful hunger that was somewhat scary.
Unable to stop the moans any longer, Peeta let out a deep hoarse groan of pleasure, Katniss rolling her eyes as she glanced at his pleasure ridden face, the boy desperately trying to hold it together. There was something about the contorted pleasured face that made her folds a little slicker, not that they weren't already soaking, a detail that Cinna was quietly dreading bringing up. Coating each of Peeta's hairless balls with saliva, Portia pulled her lips away and used her hand to roughly massage them, the firmer hand causing Peeta to seize up a little bit, but that tension was quickly relieved by her lips which wrapped tightly back around his cock and slowly slid themselves down to the base of his shaft, her tongue and throat dancing sensationally around his shaft, her hands continuing to massage and pull at Peeta's body, sending waves of pleasure crashing over his body as she deftly and diligently pleased the young boy. Portia felt her own folds start to slicken between her legs, somehow hoping that she would be able to get away with mounting the young boy and bouncing herself to her own pleasurable end. Yet somehow, she knew that Cinna would swiftly stop her should she try and fuck Peeta so openly. There was plenty time for all that later.
Groaning loudly, Peeta felt his orgasm building in his core and as much as he didn't want it to happen, he was worried that he would unload right there and then, completely nullifying the ludicrous reasoning for the blowjob in the first place. It was helped by Portia's hand finding his hand gently guiding it to her head as if to imply he may use her tight throbbing throat for his own end, something that the sexually inexperienced Peeta had a perverse desire to do. Pulling his hand away as soon as she let go of it, Peeta was yet again surprised as Portia's hands lifted his thighs up, his asshole coming into view. Dipping her finger into her mouth, she wriggled it against his rear entrance, threatening a cheeky finger deep inside the young boy, Peeta half wanting her to plunge it in and half wanting to shrivel into non- existence from the embarrassment of the situation. His hole was tight, and Portia had to slide it back and forth, gently warming him up as she pulled her lips back and forth across his cock, feeling his tip starting to throb, readying to explode down her throat as she slowly wove the digit inside him. Unfortunately for her and bizarrely fortunate for Peeta,
Cinna stepped in, coughing loudly, "I think that's plenty, don't you think Portia?"
"Kill-joy..." Portia purred as she pulled her lips away from his cock and slid back up onto her feet, allowing Peeta a moment of relief and a moment to breathe. Taking a towel, Portia wiped down Peeta's cock and brought a can and sprayed an invisible liquid over his cock, explaining, "This will keep you nice and hard until the parade. Don't worry, it wears off eventually."
"Right, as much as this is not in anyway appropriate, I'm going have to move on to your breasts," Cinna smiled, finishing the simplistic, but elegant make-up that brought Katniss to life. From the neck up, she was stunning. Perfect and preened, yet still surprisingly reserved. It was like the usual Capitol madness, but was enough to blend in. It was elsewhere that was really going to win the Capitol over.
"Erm... Okay, yeah, sure. Whatever... Whatever you need," Katniss smiled, awkwardly pushing her chest forwards and presenting the man with her breasts which he tentatively reached out and held in his hands. Others would mistake it for groping, but the way he looked at them was hardly out of lust and more critical in any endeavour. Pulling and moving her flesh around, Katniss had to swallow her bottom lip and cross her legs. Her orgasm still begged to be unleashed and even the slightest touch to her breasts was making her pussy quiver. Trying to silence the urge to touch herself, she closed her eyes and allowed Cinna to work, the man taking up a brush and starting to apply some delicate body paint, the insignia of a fire surrounding her nipple. Gasping, she stifled the beginnings of a moan, a meek whimper escaping her lips the brush touched her nipple, her thighs growing wetter and wetter at the simple almost teasing touch, "Sorry! They're a bit sensitive. I'll try and keep quiet."
"Please don't... I love a screamer," Portia smirked, having taken her position back down between Peeta's legs, a similar brush in her hands as Cinna, slowly painting a similar design around the base of Peeta's cock, the flames inching slowly up his shaft which she had readily and eagerly hardened, her hand subtly continuing to jerk the top of Peeta's cock off, despite the spray making it difficult and near impossible to cum, edging and unwittingly torturing the young boy with the promise of relief, without ever being able to follow through.
"Portia! Please..." Cinna growled, frustrated with her desire and lust for the more promiscuous nature of the Capitol. Quietening herself, Portia returned her gaze to Peeta, trying to lock eyes with the boy as he stared elsewhere. Turning back to Katniss, Cinna smiled softly, "That's alright. You can... finish yourself if that'll make things easier. But we don't have much time."
"Eh... Right here?" Katniss said nervously, glancing once more at Portia whose ears had pricked up at the subtle suggestion that Cinna was implying, the woman's eyes turning to Katniss's obviously slick and sopping pussy, silently wishing that she would be invited to devour the young girl as she had done to Peeta.
"We are on a bit of a time schedule. And we're running late, so as much as pains me to say, I'll have to keep working, but you can... if it'll make you more comfortable; do your... thing," Cinna said heavily implying what she could do, much to Portia's delight. Clarifying in an attempt to comfort the young girl, Cinna said, "I won't look."
"Okay..." Katniss smiled, a little perturbed by the hungry looks that Portia was giving her. Spreading her legs slightly, she avoided Cinna's gaze which seemed focussed entirely on her breasts, neatly painting as if he were an artist. It was quite intricate to watch. She could feel the cold air biting at her glossy and slick pussy as she spread her legs, her creamy thighs dripping with the arousal of several attempts to cum. It had been an hour in the works and despite every single logical bone in her body telling her that she shouldn't, she couldn't ignore that perverse urge that just wanted to quickly rub herself and work out that tension. Another part of her argued that she needed to get used to doing that kind of stuff in front of people. Despite all logical reasoning and the call to modesty that she felt she needed to embody, she still felt her hand creep down her stomach, her legs begging for a gentle rub. That was all it was. She was just rubbing herself. It was like rubbing her arm. Nothing weird about that. She did that all the time in front of people. How was this any different, she thought?
She wasn't as convinced as she thought she might, but let her hand slide down between her legs, gently resting atop of pussy, not moving, but just touching it. She could feel the heat emanating from her entrance, her hand growing wetter and wetter, her hips starting to move back and forth, begging for her to be more forceful with her movements, begging her to play with herself. Finally, she succumbed, her index finger bending and pushing through her folds, gently gliding up and along her slit. She kept her hand over her hole in an attempt to hide it from Portia, knowing that the Stylist was watching her eagerly. Running her finger across her slit, she breathed, not moaned, slight relief building in her cunt as she gently rubbed herself. However, she quickly realised that wasn't enough. The hints of pleasure coming from her slow running finger and Cinna's brush darting across her nipples every now and again was not enough to satisfy her. Whilst that initial primal urge had been satisfied, she needed to cum and she needed a far more forceful hand than what was gently tickling her pussy.
Breathing deeply, she pulled her hand away from her pussy, Portia sneaking a glimpse as her sodden hole before Katniss used both hands to peel her folds away, the Stylist almost moaning at the sight of her glistening insides. Finding her clit, Katniss rested her fingers against it, starting to run her fingers in circles, rolling the sensitive nub back and forth, moaning softly as pleasure came to her body. Deeply satisfying pleasure. Her other hand dipped down between her folds and found her entrance, the young girl resting the tip of her finger against her hole before pushing it deep inside herself, her stomach sucking in as she hunched forwards. Cinna pushed her back, silently reminding her that he was working, causing her to blush and slow her movements. Deciding to pull her hands away entirely and simply give up on the endeavour, Katniss found a hand holding her wrist, continuing to guide her fingers across her clit, ensuring that pleasure continued to ripple through her body.
It was Portia. Of course, she couldn't resist. Her other hand was delicately working with Peeta's cock, the young boy looking the other way to avoid any and all embarrassment, allowing Portia a unique opportunity to start playing with Katniss without anyone noticing. Smiling up at the young girl, Portia pulled Katniss's hand away and replaced it with her own. Moving to lift her hands of her stomach, Katniss had them quickly pinned there, Portia implying that Cinna would be pissed if he found out it was her and not Katniss playing with the young girl's shaven quim. Conceding, Katniss decided she simply wanted to cum and spread her legs allowing Portia to do as she pleased. And oh, did she do as she pleased. The Stylist was a remarkable multi-tasker, her single hand being able to deftly play with Katniss's cunt to a more pleasurable effect than the young girl could achieve herself; all the while continuing to skilfully and delicately paint Peeta's cock.
Keeping a straight face, Katniss felt a finger dip inside her pussy, gently fingering her back and forth for a couple moments before a second finger eagerly joined. The two digits slid deep inside her, one curling upwards and resting instantly against her g-spot, Katniss openly gasping as Portia found it without even thinking. As that finger gently rubbed her soft spot, the other began to thrust in and out of her, fingering back and forth, in and out, all the while Portia was angling her thumb downwards. It was a stretched, but she managed to rest the tip of her thumb against Katniss's arsehole, gently rubbing the constricted and puckered entrance. The older woman could feel Katniss opening up, biting her own lip as she realised which hole Katniss preferred to be fucked in. Not wanting to move all her efforts down to her tighter hole, Portia settled for her thumb, gently pressing into her bum and watching eagerly as the young girl's eager and pleasure ridden arse gave way. A moan broke through her lips at this point, Katniss plunged into a wave of pleasure, her pussy tingling in two ways whilst her arse was toyed with in a gentle a timid way. It was sensational. Incredibly sensational.
Katniss let her own hand slide slowly back down, a finger stretching towards her clit and gently starting to rub it, Portia grinning to herself as the young girl finally caved into the desire and joined her. It was at that moment that Portia slid her fingers out of Katniss's pussy, her hand pulling Katniss's back into place, the young girl forced to slip two fingers back into herself to mimic the pleasures that Portia now robbed her off. She wasn't done. She wanted to watch the young girl writhe and spasm around her fingers; she wanted her to be forced into a turbulent and pleasurable orgasm that would shatter her composure and cause her to start to shudder uncontrollably. She could feel the young girl on the edge, her pussy quivering and rippling with pleasure about to unleash a wave of sumptuous brilliance on the young girl's body. Smiling, Portia slid her fingers downwards, towards the girl's eager and well-trained ass.
Removing her thumb, Portia felt Katniss groan, felt the young girl's sigh of disappointment as the older woman pulled her hand away leaving her to her own devices. However, she was very wrong. Taking the two fingers that had been lodged in the girl's pussy and were now soaking in her juices, more lubricated than they could ever be, Portia pressed them against her arse, the young girl's relaxing her muscles and pushing her body downwards, begging to be impaled on the two digits, something that Portia was all too happy to accommodate. Easing slowly into her bum, Portia revelled in the young girl's looseness. It wasn't like she would be able to fist her, but she was loose enough for her fingers to easily carve their way inside. And even then, her ass clung to her fingers tightly, her hole almost elastically tightening around her fingers. It as a rare and lustful talent.
That was all Katniss needed, the young girl inadvertently whimpering before a squeal of pleasure burst through the room, Cinna pulling away so that Katniss could shudder and orgasm in peace, the man turning his head respectfully. Peeta had no such filter, turning to look at his fellow Tribute as she came, his cock twitching as he watched her face contort majestically. Most people had a horrendous face when they orgasmed, but she looked perfect, looked glorious even. Portia grinned madly as the young girl's arse clamped down around her fingers, her body writhing as she wriggled the digits deeper and deeper into her bum, moaning quietly to herself as the young girl hit her climax, pleasure coursing down through her body as she fingers and played with herself until completion. Breathing steadily, she finally cleared her head, Katniss opening her eyes and looking around, suddenly crashing back into reality, watching Portia lick the fingers that had just been inside her.
Embarrassed, Katniss bowed her head and blushed, simply murmuring, "Sorry..."
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIThe Parade was as alienating and bizarrely perverse as Katniss could have imagined. Being marched into the small annex at the start of the Parade, Peeta and Katniss were given their first look at the other Tributes, all of whom were getting prepared in their various skimpy clothes. Most of them had gone for surprisingly modest outfits, keeping most of what the Capitol would describe as 'the good stuff' hidden, their Stylists wanting to build intrigue rather than bombast. Only a few people had their tits on view and as far as Katniss was aware, the Tributes from District Eleven were the proudest with their rear ends, their costumes design to flaunt and push their arses out. What surprised her the most was how young their female Tribute was, reminding her of Prim and giving Katniss a stern reminder that this wasn't just older teens, there were younger ones as well.
Cinna and Portia were waiting by their carriage, smiling as their Tributes marched out in their incredibly restrictive clothing. Their tight leather jumpsuits, hid everything from view, but as Cinna had explained that wouldn't be the case. From zero to a hundred. Katniss put what amount to blind faith in the man, ignoring the disdainful looks from other Tributes as they strode out in such peculiar clothing. Mounting the chariot, Peeta and Katniss stood there, Cinna handing her a button and telling her to press it half way down the route. Nodding, she turned ahead and waited, the Stylists retreating and leaving only the Tributes and their chariots, all of them waiting to begin. Calming herself, Katniss's zen was interrupted by Peeta nervously elbowing her, his brow beginning to sweat as he panicked.
"Katniss? I think the spray has worn off..." Peeta stammered, the girl looking at him confusedly, the boy gesturing down to his crotch. The bulge that had been painfully straining against the leather had disappeared, replaced with a flat and comfortable curve. Even that wasn't enough for Katniss to clue in.
"What? What spray?" Katniss asked, looking back forwards and watching the first chariot lurch into action slowly parading down the vast channel, flanked on either side by massive crowds of naked and half naked denizens of the Capitol. Luckily for Katniss and Peeta, each of the chariots got half way down the channel before the next one was set of, meaning they had a fair while before their turn in the spotlight.
"The spray on my... on my cock... It's gone soft," Peeta stammered his hands flexing nervously as he moved to touch himself, trying to spur it back into life, but being unable, his nerves getting the better of him as he was afraid to even grope himself in front of the young girl. Katniss gave him a look of confusion, wondering exactly what his point was before Peeta finally broke, "I can't go out there with a limp dick. If the Capitol see that, they won't be rooting for me. I'll look pathetic! Can you please... please help?"
"What? Me help? Why are you asking? Can't you do it yourself?" Katniss said, blushing as she tried to keep looking forwards. Glancing to her side however, she was broken by the sheer look of panic and desperation on Peeta's face as tears almost began welling in his eyes. Breathing in deeply, Katniss conceded. Today had already been a roller-coaster in terms of sex, she might as well not stop now. She needed to get used to being sprung with sex and this was practice she could hard denounce. Sighing, she turned to him and told him, "Get It out then..."
By Portia's design, there was a small zip at the crotch of his outfit, primarily in case she decided he needed some additional prep. Unzipping it, Peeta pulled his cock out, the soft shaft falling limply between his legs, not by design, but by the sheer nerves of having it paraded around in-front of millions of people, including his family who was no doubt watching at home. Moving his hands away, he allowed Katniss to move hers in, the young girl spurred on by the rapidly closing distance between them and the actual Parade. Wrapping her hands around his painted shaft, Katniss did her best to massage to soft shaft, her hand moving back and forth, her thumb rubbing itself pleasurably across the tip of his cock, pre-cum seeping out and covering her digit. He was aroused, just not hard, a problem that Katniss wasn't entirely sure as to fix. Dropping her other hand to his balls, she gently passed them back and forth, keeping her eyes fixed on his shaft and not daring to look Peeta in the eye as he stifled a groan of pleasure, the orgasm that Portia had built up with he delicious blowjob rearing its pleasurable head.
Half the chariots had pulled away, Katniss glanced towards the opening of the Parade and hearing the crowd go wild. Rolling her eyes, she bit the bullet, sliding down onto her knees much to both her and Peeta's surprise. Pulling his foreskin back, Katniss pressed the flat of her tongue against his head, circling her tongue around the sensitive tip of his cock, finally eliciting a full-blown moan of pleasure from the boy as his hands tightened around the rim of the chariot, using it to steady himself. Flicking her tongue back and forth, she felt his tip start to swell, his cock slowly hardening in her hands, her hand moving more easily along his semi- erect cock. Dribbling a mouthful of saliva down his cock, she started to slowly jerk him of, the slick lubrication smearing the delicate art-work that Portia had so elegantly applied. Neither of them cared as Katniss was plunged back into a familiarity. Her tongue lost it's rigidness, her eyes rolling closed as she imagined she was back in District Twelve, her tongue lavishing Gale's cock, or running circles across the strap-on that she had bought for her and Prim, the young girl eagerly sporting the thick wooden shaft, a horny look in the young blonde's eye as Katniss sucked her fake cock with hungry lips.
Breathing heavily, Peeta watched as Katniss slowly wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock, slowly pushing her lips further down his length, her tongue continuing to dance around his shaft as it was enveloped in a tight, warm and delectably wet mouth. As each inch pushed inside, Katniss felt Peeta's cock continue to hard, turning rock solid in her mouth as she lavished it with her tongue, coating it in a thin layer of saliva. Nearing the half way mark on his cock, she felt his tip prod the back of her throat, begging access to the depths of sumptuously tight and slick gullet. Absorbed in
her fantasy, Katniss did so, ignoring the fact that he was already hard, and her work was, for all intents and purposes, done. Gagging as the tip pushed into her throat, Katniss quickly steadied herself, relaxing his mouth and slowly easing downwards. Taking a couple more inches into her clutching and spasming throat, Katniss found herself at her limit with four inches of Peeta's delicious length remaining untouched by her slick hole.
Moaning around his shaft, Katniss used her hand to jerk the remaining four inches of whilst her lips began to move back and forth, gently bobbing up and down his length, eagerly swallowing the build up of saliva and pre-cum, the young girl moaning as the taste hit her tongue. Peeta was in heaven. Sure, it wasn't his first blowjob, but it was by far the one he enjoyed the most. Watching Katniss gag and splutter around his cock was intimate and sensational, his tip spasming and twitching, readying to cum. It was only then that Peeta turned to look ahead, his eyes widening as he saw District Eleven's chariot pull away and speed down the Parade, their chariot being the next to move. Watching nervously as the chariot ahead reached the halfway mark, Peeta turned to Katniss, "Katniss? We're moving..."
She didn't hear him, being far to enveloped in the task at hand, her eager slurping causing a dribble of saliva to roll down her chin, her hand tenderly massaging his balls as the threatened to explode down her throat. She was imagining her and Gale in the woods, her head in his lap as she plunged her lips up and down his cock, waiting eagerly for his cum to fill her mouth so that she could swallow it. She could feel him on the verge, yet suddenly, she felt her head get pulled of his cock, the young girl gasping for air. Peeta had pulled her away, but not in time. They had travelled across a fourth of the Parade, people clapping and cheering as they watched the intimate blowjob between the two. The crowd then proceeded to explode with excitement as Peeta subsequently came. She had pushed him over the edge and several long strands of cum spurted from his tip landing across Katniss's face, the young girl suddenly realising just what was happening. Rising to her feet, she felt the cum starting to drip down her face. She wanted to wipe it away, but Peeta grabbed her hand to stop her, reminding her that this is what the Capitol wanted. Even if she didn't.
They reached the halfway mark and Peeta leant across to hit the button, Katniss's nerve riddled hands not able to do it. Suddenly, their outfit's burst into flames, the crowds roaring loudly as they did so, fervently clapping as the leather outfits began to burn and peel away from their skin, revealing their entirely nude bodies, painted with flames and roaring fires, accentuated by the remaining real-life flames that danced across their bodies. The paint prevented them from burning, much to the crowd's excitement, the
people leaping to their feet to applaud the District, Peeta smiling widely as Katniss stared them all down with intent. She then felt a hand grab her bum, Katniss moving to slap it away, before Peeta told her the crowd would love it. Sighing, annoyedly, she let it all slip and lowered her hand to
Peeta's arse, the pair fondling each other to the Capitol's cheers.
Author's Note: Hope you all enjoyed that! Please let me know what you thought and any suggestions you have for the actual games and what you want to see. And any suggestions in general actually. Would love to know what you guys expect and chances are it'll become a reality!
In the next chapter we get a look at the Penthouse Suite of the Tribute's Tower at the Training Centre and learn more about the perverse lifestyles of the Capitol citizens. And Peeta and Katniss experiment with some of the... facilities they provide... Till next time!