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Chapter 9: The Penthouse Treatment
"And this is your room. Feel free to shower and get dressed. Or you can... you know? Stay like that," Effie smiled gesturing for Katniss to walk into the large open room. The young girl had her arms folded across her chest, hiding her plump breasts from Effie's salacious and eager view. Not that it did much as Effie had plenty to view otherwise and saw every immaculate inch of her during the Parade. As did everyone, their feat of showmanship, nudity and depravity being the talking point across the city. Surprisingly enough, her quarters were quite tame, though Effie had been almost giddy at the prospect of showing her and Peeta around the rest of the suite. Taking one last look at Katniss's plump arse, Effie was tempted to indulge in a soft squeeze, but prohibited herself and left Katniss to her own quiet thoughts and to get ready for dinner.
As the door swung closed behind her, it was absolutely brilliant. No eyes were watching her, and no one bar herself could indulge in her nudity. Privacy. Complete and utter privacy. It was something she didn't think she would ever have to savour, but it was something that she relished. The subsequent shower, whilst brief, was more pleasurable than any of the orgasms that day. It was relieving to rub and wash herself simply in the privacy of her own thoughts. She could feel herself growing slicker as the water cascaded over her, her folds becoming glossy with her arousal and the simple fact that she had the comfort of being aroused in peace.
Drying herself, she turned towards the chest of drawers, finding skimpy and pitiful excuses for clothing. She found a bra, that had tiny little holes to display her nipples, a bizarre piece of functionality. However, it was the only bra that didn't show more than just her nipples, so she conceded to wearing it. The only blouse was a cropped one that showed her entire stomach. Luckily the fabric was baggy and didn't accentuate her breasts to much. Panties were another problem. They were either tiny little g-strings that wouldn't be able to cover her nipples sufficiently or they were normal panties, but with a slip of fabric cut out to display her pussy. Conceding, she opted for the crotchless pair and managed to find a pair of incredible tight trousers that outlined her arse to excessive degrees. Pulling them on, she looked at herself in the mirror and came to the conclusion she looked horrendous.
Striding out to the dinner table, she saw Peeta, Effie and Haymitch already making their way through appetizers whilst they waited for her. Climbing up the stairs, she moved to take her seat when a woman, one of the servants moved in front of her, stopping her in her tracks. Smiling, she asked, "Male or female?"
"I'm sorry?" Katniss asked, not understanding what she was asking. However, she glanced behind the woman towards the back of the dining room. There were seven people standing there, their hands clasped behind their backs, their bodies entirely naked. Three women and four men, their bodies unhampered by clothing, bar from a simple silver necklace made of threaded chain, a symbol of sex slavery. Silver necklaces were willing participants, whilst the black chains were those that the Capitol forced into the work. Before she could answer, Haymitch did so for her.
"She doesn't want any of it. Sit down, Katniss, we need to go over a few things," Haymitch interjected, the servant girl bowing out of the room allowing Katniss to finally take her seat. As she sat down, her foot brushed an object under the table. Quickly glancing beneath, she quickly figured out what the servant girl had meant. A young girl was on all fours beneath the table, her head in Effie's lap, eagerly and skilfully attending to the woman as she ate the small and dainty appetizer, the pleasure barely registering in her body. The seven naked sex slaves at the back of the room had obviously been intended for the other three diners, but out of nerves and politeness, objected to the indulgence. Ignoring the occasional moan coming from the girl beneath the table, Katniss slowly began to eat, Haymitch laying out the plan going forwards, "You've got training tomorrow, which is... I don't really know what it'll be like considering the changes to the Games, but it is your chance to get the mark on your opposition."
"And pick your... oh... favourites," Effie added, her composure slipping slightly as the girl beneath the table eased a couple fingers inside her pussy, prying her folds apart and sinking deep inside the experienced woman's hole, "Naturally there will be people you'll want to make allies with. You get more points for engaging with others."
"Yes, thank you, Effie... There are usually four mandatory training sessions, which are basic survival. Even though you'll have heat chips that will stop you from freezing to death, you are still going to need food and clean water. But, you need to watch out for the Careers," Haymitch warned, reaching beneath the table and smacking a hand away, the girl that was eagerly devouring Effie's pussy growing a little too bold and went in search of a harder treat.
"Careers? Why would they matter? They've be trained to kill and not to... you know," Peeta interjected, having done a bit of research and having knowledge of the prior games. It was true. This was probably one of the fairest games in a long time. They weren't relying on brute strength, but instead more sensual and seductive means.
"They grew up in the Capitol's shadow. District 1 and 2 are almost identical. So, they know the game, how to win other's favour and more importantly having probably been getting intimate with each other for a long time. Chances are they will just stick together and rack up points," Haymitch explained, Katniss jumping slightly as the wandering hand that had moved to pleasure Haymitch found it's way towards her trouser leg, gently rubbing along her thigh, not daring to wander any further without approval.
"Not to mention they are gorgeous specimens. Not that you two aren't stunning, but they are... well...quite something," Effie moaned, setting down her cutlery as she gripped the edge of the table. The girl's tongue had found her clit and was circling it expertly, darting back and forth across the sensitive nub, making the older woman gently grind her hips downwards, moaning to herself as a third finger plunged inside her pussy. Leaning forwards slightly, her breath became a little ragged, the conversation in the room turning quiet as she rode the young girl's digits, moaning uncontrollably. The hand that was massaging Katniss's thigh left it and lunged above the table, grabbing Effie's breast, the Peeta and Katniss lurching backwards as they she did so. It took a moment, but soon Effie squealed in pleasure, her body shuddering wildly before calming down, the young girl beneath the table sliding out and joining the other seven sex slaves, her chin glossy and slick, her own pussy glistening with excitement. Breathing heavily, Effie calmed herself, "Oh, now, where were we? Ah yes, the Careers. District Two in particular is quite..."
"I think that's quite enough talk for now. It's been a long day and you two will need your rest. It's going to get tougher from here," Haymitch interjected, sliding out from the table and gesturing for the two Tributes to follow him to their quarters, only Effie had other ideas. Staggering after them, her thighs and pussy gleaming with her arousal, she grasped the two Tributes hands and pulled them towards another room.
"Not just yet. There is one feature of our suite that I want to show you guys. Just a quick look," Effie said, Haymitch sighing and following along as she led both of the Tributes towards a large set of doors. Pushing them open, Effie extended her arms excitedly, presenting a large open room to them all. It was insane. It was a sex room, but one that went beyond a simple bed. There was a wall that was laden with sex toys. Dildos, vibrators, butt plugs of every imaginable shape and design. There were fleshlights and plastic replicants of a woman and guy's arse so that anyone would be able to mount their preferred hole. In the middle of the room were a selection of beds, benches and places to lay and play with yourself. However, the most worrying portion was the opposite wall to the sex toys. There were various holes cut into the wall at different heights. From some there were cocks dangling out and from others their were pussies. All of them real and throbbingly virile. Further along there was a woman's ass and a man's bum presented from the wall. Others had mouths waiting to be used, all of different genders and positions. Every possible sexual act that could be conceived was made possible by a wall of very real men and women, presenting their bodies for the Tribute's pleasure, something Effie was disturbingly proud off, "They get swapped out every two hours so there is always something new to try out."
"Effie? Is this really necessary? It's been a long day for us all," Haymitch berated as Effie strutted over to the wall and wrapped her hand around a particularly meaty black cock, her silky hand gliding back and forth across it, as Katniss and Peeta stood in awe and perverse disgust at the room.
"I am simply wishing to display all the options the Tributes have at their disposal," Effie argued, sliding down so that she was face to face with the thick length, the shaft being almost comically large when compared with Effie's face, the cock almost appearing longer than her head entirely.
"Well, you've done that. Now, come on. Bed, both of you," Haymitch ordered, leading the two Tributes out of the room and leaving Effie to her indulgence, the sex crazed Capitol woman descending into more sexual depravity. It was mad. The whole of Capitol was mad and all of it was embodied in that room. It was utterly bizarre in Katniss's mind that such a thing could ever exist. It was demeaning, suggestive and downright perverted on every level. All those bodies at her disposal, their parts framed for her use. It was absurd. And yet, despite all her best efforts and all her disquieting thoughts, she still couldn't shake the thought of that room from her mind. Surely, just another look wouldn't be entirely horrible. Would it?
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISleep didn't come easy. Not after what she had seen in that room. Was it wrong? Katniss couldn't help but imagine the many avenues of pleasure that were offered in that room. Back in Twelve, the strapon she bought was considered the most exotic and naughty thing she had ever purchased or even looked at. But here in the Capitol, such simple indulgences were considered trivial. Almost facile. A strapon was hardly a kinky thing. And that was what kept Katniss up late into the night. The sheer eroticism of that room that Effie had shown her. She knew that it was wrong. No woman should be aroused and indulged by such a perverse indulgence, but... she just couldn't tear herself away from the idea of such a sexual room. Surely... one look wouldn't be too bad?
It was this reasoning that found Katniss back at the door to the sex room, her hand flexing against the doorknob. Breathing in deeply, she forced herself through, striding with a faked confidence into the room, her eyes once wider with a perverse glee. It was like an adult candy shop. Walking in there were so many options, so much to choose from that it was overwhelming. Not that Katniss had any intention of choosing. She was here merely out of curiosity, not out of necessity. She was just looking. At least, that was what she told herself. That was the lie she told herself. For as her supposed 'intellectual' observation of such a room continued, she felt her panties grow considerably damper. Not that that was any indication considering how the garment she was wearing was crotchless, but the sentiment was the same. Ogling the multitude of toys was enough to set her pussy afire, growing slicker and slicker by the second, her hand instinctively drifting towards her slit.
They hadn't had a chance to switch out the sex slaves, so Katniss was afforded a rather delicious look at the thick, heavy and black cock that Effie had savoured and lavished. It was still slick with saliva or whatever Effie used to get herself off. Turning her head away from that wall, Katniss instead looked at the wall of dildos and sex toys, her mind baffled by the amount and sheer variety of toys. She looked at simple dildos that bore a similar design to a cock but were in a variety of varied and distinct colours and sizes. Her eyes were drawn towards the crowning glory, not out of desire and lust, but out of sheer curiosity. Sitting atop the wall, astride all the other dildos, there was a massive cock, one that must have been sixteen inches in size, thick and deliciously long. It was comical in proportion, but Katniss still had the bizarre thoughts as to what it would feel like inside her. It would rip her apart. But there it sat. Ready to be used. She couldn't help but wonder who in the world would be able to manage such a length without exploding.
Then, she thought of Effie and her rather prolific outlook on sex and realised that a sixteen-inch dildo wasn't nearly as ludicrous as anyone would have thought. Running her hand along the wall, she picked one of the smaller dildos up, holding in her hand, the perverse urge to indulge taking over her. She had only spent a day in the Capitol and she was already tainted by their naughty way of thinking. Then again, she wouldn't be shamed into thinking this was naughty back home. Rushing back to the door, she closed it swiftly, a little annoyed that there wasn't a lock. Sighing, she went down to one of the leather benches and sat down, passing the toy over in her hands. It was about seven inches and was tapered into a beaded cone. It was a bright pink and was quite kinky in Katniss's mind. Then again, a wooden strapon was the extent of her sexual endeavours. Sliding her panties down to the floor, she reclined on the bench and spread her legs. She didn't want to use her pussy, as she was untouched in that regard. Remaining a virgin, she hardly wanted to break her form and have the first thing to pierce her pussy be a piece of plastic.
Lifting it to her mouth Katniss ungracefully dribbled a mouthful of saliva along the length, jerking her hand back and forth across the plastic to lube it to a glossy shimmer. She used one of her fingers to make sure that it was rubbed into all the nooks and crannies before dropping it down. She had to lay on her back to get a decent angle, but she eventually spread her legs in the air and dropped the toy down to her rear entrance, the young girl having craved a good play with her asshole all day. Sure, the tongue and fingering she had received was all well and good, but every now and again, Katniss liked to treat herself and indulge in privacy. Normally, she fingered her own arse, but today was lucky enough to have a toy to do it for her. There were bottles of lube in baskets, but Katniss was trained on using her own spittle as it was far more available than the pampered bottle substances that the Capitol smeared on their toys and cocks. She trusted in herself more than those bottles.
Biting her lip, she easily pushed the comparatively smaller tip of the toy into her tight, constricted hole, moaning as the thin plastic bead entered her ass. It was about as thin as her thumb, so was hardly anything new, but it still caused her body to ripple with satisfaction. Her head fell back against the bench as she spread her cheeks wider, pushing another tapered bead into her arse, this one a little wider, stretching her well-used arsehole deliciously. Gently, she began to saw those first two inches in and out of herself, building the pleasure that was turning her slit into a glossy and glistening shimmer. Sliding the third inch and bead inside herself, she groaned, her hole winking and stretching to accommodate the thickening length, her body shivering at the familiar sensations that were coursing through her young and gorgeously plump body. Her free hand found her breast, which was hidden behind a simple sports bra, which she was lucky to find. It was hardly sexy but did the job. Squeezing the soft mound through the fabric, Katniss decided she would do without entirely, through caution to the wind and not caring if anyone entered the room to see her naked and fucking herself.
Pushing another inch into herself, she let go of the dildo, confident that it would stay lodged deep inside her with more than half the shaft piercing her rear entrance. Lifting her back, she unclasped her bra, tossing it to the side and letting her breasts breathe, her hands latching themselves onto one each and softly massaging them, her thumbs rubbing back and forth across her rapidly hardening nipples. Moaning, she gently twisted the two nubs, before returning one hand down to her arse, easing another inch into her bum before groaning loudly. So loudly that she didn't hear the door to the room click open, an eager-eyed voyeuristic pair of eyes watching her intimately, having been offered a front row seat to the young girl's fucking of her arse.
Peeta had had the same idea as Katniss, silently wanting to peruse the sex room, but was too shy to admit it in front of anyone. Pushing the door open, he quickly doubled back after seeing Katniss lain bare before him but couldn't bring himself to leave her to it. She was gorgeous. He remembered seeing her all that time ago in the rain, her hair matted, but still as beautiful. And he was very well aware that there was a large chance that he would have to fuck her in the games, but Peeta couldn't wait that long to ogle her. Surely, she wouldn't mind if he watched. I mean, he's getting her used to being watched by millions, right? Dropping his cotton joggers to his knees, he fished his meaty cock out of his trousers, his shaft having been hard long before he had seen Katniss. Jerking himself slowly off, he moaned quietly, unable to believe that Katniss preferred to play with her arse rather than her pussy. To Peeta that was so incredibly perverse. In his inexperienced mind, the idea of anal was so naughty, so perverse, so taboo, that seeing her so openly fucking her tight arsehole made him almost weak at the knees.
Breathing deeply, Katniss sucked her belly in and slowly and continuously pushed the remaining three inches of the dildo into her arse, easing it deeper and deeper until she hammered home. Gasping, she smiled, moaning as the pleasure washed over her body, unwittingly putting on a more arousing and sensual show for her silent admirer. She took a moment to savor the thick cock that was spearing her arsehole, her eyes rolling closed as she pictured Gale, buried balls deep inside her asshole. Yet as she imagined him hunched over her, gently easing himself in and out of her rear end, she couldn't shake the image of Peeta, his soft features leaning over her and gently grunting as he fucked her ass, gently easing in and out. Katniss was so deep into the moment, that she gripped the base of the dildo and slowly began to fuck herself, taking the fantasy and running with it, relishing Peeta's sweat-glistened muscular body writhing and pounding her from above.
Moaning softly, she eased it quicker and quicker, in and out, her asshole becoming looser and looser. Her other hand dropped down to her pussy, peeling her folds apart and finding her clit, rubbing it furiously, imagining that it was Peeta's hand that was teasing her pussy, rubbing her folds. She couldn't quite believe she was fantasising about Peeta. It seemed a ludicrous idea, considering she was in contest with him and he was supposedly her enemy. And yet, the thought of imagining his thick, meaty cock fucking her arse made her pussy quiver, her folds whimpering at the thought. Slowly, she slid the toy out of her arse, imagining Peeta above her and that it was him pulling his own cock out of her. His hand guided hers as she rested the beaded tip of the dildo against her glossy folds, imagining his bulbous cockhead prying her folds apart. As the tip prodded her entrance, she moaned, before finally snapping out of it, pulling the dildo away, and sharply flinging it across the room, terrified that she was having such explicit fantasies about the boy. Sure, he was cute, but giving him her virginity. That was something that Katniss was vehemently against. Even in a fantasy. It was wrong.
Startled by the sudden dildo being flung across the room, Peeta ducked away, hiding behind the door before tentatively peering back inside, his hand still furiously pumping itself back and forth across his cock. Katniss slid onto her feet, retrieving the toy and wiping it down with a cloth before returning it to the wall. She had every intention of returning to bed to use her fingers to get herself off, however, she saw a box sitting on the floor. It was like a half-cylinder with the flat side resting on the floor, with a small pink dildo (around three inches long) sat on top of it. There was a ribbed piece of plastic affixed to the front and back of the dildo, presumably to rub against someone's clit. Alongside all that, a long cable stretched from the side to a small box with a series of dials and switches on it, presumably controlling some mechanism inside. A Sybian. Although, Katniss had no knowledge of the word as such indulgences didn't exist in 12 and thus she was perversely curious as to its functionality.
Picking up the small box, she twiddled one of the dials and watched the tiny dildo start to vibrate. Her eyes widened in curiosity as she looked down at the shaking toy, pushing the dial to the max and watching the tiny vibrator bounce back and forth wildly. Glancing over her shoulder, she failed to notice the open door and the brief glimpse of Peeta darting back behind it and decided she ought to give the machine a try. Turning it off, she straddled the box, deciding that the toy was small enough that she could put it inside her pussy without worry. It was no bigger than her fingers, so it was hardly a consequential decision. Sliding down onto her knees, she pressed the tip of the dildo against her folds and slowly pushed downwards, the toy easing itself inside her quickly. Moaning softly, she settled it inside, the tiny toy not being particularly pleasurable on its own, but she was confident that the pleasure lay in the vibrations. Grabbing, the box, she closed her eyes and prepared herself.
Turning the dial to the first setting, she gasped at the sudden movement of the toy, her folds parting as the dildo began to shift back and forth inside her rapidly. Biting her lip, Katniss began to steady her breathing, her hands gripping the front of the machine as the box with the dials slipped down beside her thigh. Grunting as she got used to the unique and pleasurable sensation, Katniss felt moans start to dribble from her lips, her pussy starting to quiver and brim with pleasure becoming slicker and glossier as time went on, the soft and frankly gently rhythmic pleasure being enough to make her moan, but not enough to consume her in the eroticism of the moment. It was simple a perverse oddity that was making her pussy hum gently. However, it was enough to cause Peeta to almost cum, his cock twitching involuntarily as he watched his sexual crush ride the Sybian, her body starting to shudder gently as she adjusted to the toy being lodged in her quim.
Reaching down, she twisted the dial up to the second setting, letting out a deep, hoarse groan as the vibrator kicked up to a decent speed, shaking rapidly inside her pussy. Hunching forwards slightly, Katniss started to gently grind her arse downwards, angling herself so that the ribbed piece of plastic was nestled against her clit. Rubbing herself back and forth, she gently fucked herself on the vibrating dildo, moaning loudly as she pawed and played with her breasts, the pleasure coursing through her body rapidly as she built her orgasm steadily upwards. She had half the mind to grab the dildo and lodge it back inside her arse, amplifying the pleasure, but decided that with three more settings to experience on the machine, she was better indulging in this. The loud hum of the Sybian drowned out Peeta's eager jerking, the boy standing in the doorframe, unashamedly jerking off in full view of Katniss.
Twisting the dial on the third setting, Katniss felt her pussy explode with please as the dildo began to shudder massively inside her, stretching her as it bounced off her inner walls. The ribbed pieces of plastic that were pressed against her clitoris started to vibrate as well, shuddering and shaking back and forth against her sensitive button, turning the pleasure up immensely as Katniss started to develop a thin layer of sweat, her body developing a golden sheen as she threw her hair back and started to ride the machine, her hands massaging her breasts in an attempt to curb the immense pleasure coursing through her body. Biting her lip, she tried to curb the erotic moans that were dribbling from her mouth as she felt her juices start to dribble down the sides of the machine, her thighs growing glossier as she grew more aroused, the young girl falling in love with the delicious pleasure the machine could provide.
Whilst she was content with the level of pleasure she was riding on at the moment, Katniss was perversely intrigued as to how far the pleasure could go. Looking at the dial, she saw two remaining settings and decided to go all out. Grabbing the dial, she turned it up to full, setting the machine at maximum and feeling her body go limp, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she moaned silent moans, her voice lost for a moment. The dildo started spinning inside her, continuing to vibrate as it drilled swiftly inside her pussy. The vibration settings were borderline excessive but immensely pleasurable as her clit shuddered with wave after wave of pleasure. Her orgasm hit her instantly, the girl trying to force herself of the machine, but finding herself unable as her body wanted to savor the pleasure. Falling limp, she felt her entire body shaking as she came hard. Leaning back, she felt her pussy start to spasm as she gasped loudly. Suddenly, she squirted, her cum shooting across the room for the first time ever as she gasped, startled at the sudden orgasm that hit her body. Unable to turn the machine off, she rolled off it and toppled to her side, the machine shuddering and shaking on the floor as she fumbled to turn it off, the young girl breathless as she fell on her back, her chest rising as a bead of sweat rolled off her forehead.
"Fuck me..." Katniss breathed as she tried to get a hold of herself, her pussy still tingling and reeling from the orgasm. Peeta was in heaven as he jerked himself off furiously. Having watched Katniss squirt, her body shaking and shuddering, her eyes lifeless as she went through a rippling orgasm, Peeta felt his own orgasm nearing. But as he was about to shoot, he saw Katniss start to turn over and was forced to dart back behind the door.
Pushing herself up onto her feet, Katniss found herself on shaky footing, but quickly steadied herself. Despite having just cum, she still felt a strange primal urge within herself to experiment. She was about to be pitted against other people, forced to fuck and suck her way to the top. She had walked into this room a tepid and meek girl and Katniss was desperate to not leave that way. Looking at the wall of sex toys, she grabbed the first thing she saw, a large strapon, thick and veiny and made of a shimmering silver metal. Sliding it on, she tightened it and turned around looking at the wall of sex slaves, her heart sinking slightly. This was wrong. Really wrong. Turning to put the toy away, she was suddenly stopped as she heard someone enter from the door.
"Oh, sorry... I didn't realise you were in here," Peeta lied, having pulled the sweatpants that he was wearing back on, hidden his hardened cock and strode into the room, hoping that in some bizarre turn of events, he could convince Katniss to have sex with him. Only, he didn't realise she had decided to try out a strapon.
"It's... No, it's alright. I suppose I have to get used to letting people see me like this," Katniss smiled, gesturing to her breasts and sliding down onto one of the benches, forgetting that she was sporting a rather fetching metal cock, something that had Peeta a little perturbed.
"Figured you'd try and get comfortable with this whole sex thing as well? I thought just by sitting in here it would make it all normal," Peeta said, sauntering to a bench and sitting down, not daring to sit right by Katniss, not wanting to freak her out, "Sorry, do you want me to... you know... get naked... like you? Seems a little weird you sitting like that and me like this."
"What? Oh, yeah. I mean if you want," Katniss blushed, a little taken aback by the provocation, but decidedly curious about seeing Peeta naked again, his cock being somewhat of a silent indulgence of hers. Standing up, he pulled his sweatpants down, dropping them and revealing his cock, slick with pre-cum and mid masturbation, something that caught her by surprise, but was to be expected. Why else would he be in the sex room? Stammering, she tried to kindle a conversation, "It seems weird that we are going to have to start having sex on TV, eh? I mean with people we don't know. And then if we don't have enough sex, they'll kill us."
"Yeah..." Peeta stammered, his heart racing slightly as she started that sentence, the suggestion of the two of them having sex taking him by surprise. It was a terrifying prospect. Especially having seen the competition. Peeta had had a look around and a lot of the opposition was quite attractive, and he found himself fantasising about them, but it was all a charade. All the sex in the games would be mindless fucking to entertain the masses. Breathing steadily, he said, "I don't even think I could have sex in private. I mean, unless it was the right girl, it just... I don't think I'd be the kind of guy to just shag girls left, right and centre. Not that I would nervous..."
"I'd be nervous knowing that millions of people were looking at my arse. Hell, my hearts racing a little knowing that you can see my tits," Katniss said honestly, glancing over at him and taking a slight peek at his cock, thick, veiny and meaty. A good sign. Not that she wanted it. It was just a nice dick and she was silently commenting on the fact that it was particularly... good. Not an indication she wanted to like... suck it. No. Bowing her head, "But I suppose if I could get used to you looking at my tits, it's not a ludicrous leap to put it all on telly."
"Maybe we should... Work together? You know? To get used to doing that sort of stuff?" Peeta suggested, his cock twitching at the prospect of getting a little more intimate with Katniss, something she seemed hesitant to simply leap into, but cautiously optimistic.
"What? Having sex? Down boy," Katniss smirked as Peeta blushed, the boy quickly reaffirming himself, turning and giving Katniss a full view of his thick and throbbing cock. It had a certain allure and looked quite delicious on his body.
"No, but... There is this room? What if we just did stuff? In the same room. I mean there is the wall over there where we could stand beside each other, and you know... do stuff?" Peeta suggested, gesturing over to the wall of sex slaves and suggesting that the two of them just had sex. Not with each other, but side by side. It was an interesting proposition and whilst it was a big step, it was a comparatively smaller one than the entire games presented.
"Okay. Okay, yeah. Why not?" Katniss said, rising up to her feet and feeling the metallic cock that was fastened between her legs, bouncing against her thighs, Peeta bowing his head away from the sight, a little startled by the sight. Glancing downwards, she turned to him and asked, "You don't mind me using this? Not on you, on...yeah?"
"Erm, yeah... definitely. Do you wanna, go first? I'm gonna take a moment," Peeta said, a little breathless at the prospect, silently worried that he wouldn't be able to perform. Nodding to herself, Katniss strode over to the wall, looking across the many holes she had at her disposal. There was a pair of arses right in front of her, one male and one female. Deciding that this would suit her and Peeta's needs, Katniss took her position behind the man, assuming that Peeta would prefer to indulge in the woman rather than the man. Although, knowing her luck, he might just prefer it the other way. Dribbling a mouthful of saliva down onto her strapon, jerking it back and forth to a lubed shimmer, her heart racing as she inadvertently shifted towards one of her fantasies. As soon as she bought that first strapon back in twelve, she was actually planning on using it Gale, having always wanted to turn the tables on him. However, fate decided that it would be some random arse suspended on a wall. Katniss was excited nonetheless, dribbling a mouthful of saliva onto her fingertips and gently massaging it into the anonymous hole, the man shuddering slightly at the touch before pushing back against the wall, his cheeks spreading wider and wider for the young girl's pleasure.
Pressing the tip of the metal cock against the anonymous arse, Katniss slowly and steadily pushed forwards, his hole giving away with a trained and expert ease. She heard a soft moan from the other of the wall and continued to thrust forwards, her hands planted firmly on the wall as she gently began to inch forwards, sliding herself deeper and deeper into the man's ass. Moaning quietly to herself, she found a perverse pleasure in dominating the man and whilst she was averse to the wall between them, the idea of having a man bent over and taking it like a woman from her was something that made her pussy quiver with excitement. She imagined that it was Gale or even Peeta bent over and moaning like a common whore as she buried her thick cock inside their clutching arses. Perhaps she would be able to find a strapon in the Games and use that to her advantage. It would certainly detract from the demeaning nature of having to bend over and get fucked by other Tributes. It was certainly an arousing thought.
Eventually, her crotch bounced against the man's ass, a deep guttural grunt of pleasure coming from the other side. Savouring the idea of having someone impaled on her cock, she glanced around behind her and saw Peeta watching her readily, his hand fighting the urge to stroke himself off. Curious as to why he wasn't taking his place beside her, Katniss turned back and began to gently pull her shaft backward, easing it out of his rear end, marvelling at how his asshole stretched and flexed to accommodate her thick length. It was quite enthralling and gave Katniss an understand of why Gale was always so fixed on watching his cock enter her rear end, slowly but surely prying her arse apart. Being on the other side of that was quite exhilarating. Building up a slow and steady rhythm, she slowly started to fuck the mysterious hole, gently fucking back and forth, rutting against his arse.
Growing some courage, Peeta rose to his feet and walked over to Katniss, offering her a brief nod before standing behind the plump ass of a mysterious woman. Her folds had begun to glisten as she heard the soft and gentle smacks of Katniss hammering into the man next to her and she was silently begging for someone to mount her from behind. A lustful want that soon came to fruition as Peeta took a step closer, his cock sliding up against her cheeks. Angling his tip, he brushed down over her asshole and nestled the bulbous head of his cock against her folds, prying them gently apart and clumsily seeking her entrance. Finding it, he bit his lip, trying to push forwards and penetrate her, but finding himself unable. Standing there frozen, he soon caught Katniss's attention as he turned around to look at him, confused as to why he wasn't hammering into the helpless young arse. Suddenly, he pulled back cursing beneath his breath, "Fuck, I can't do it..."
"It's alright... Take your time. There's no hurry," Katniss breathed, working up a sweat as she pounded back and forth, hammering harder and harder into the eager hole, the mysterious arse's moans becoming louder and louder as Katniss flung her hips against the wall, her breasts getting squished as she hugged the surface closely.
"No... I just can't... It's wrong, wrong for me to do that. At the moment. It just feels wrong," Peeta explained, dancing around his true meaning as his cock continued to throb, begging for attention, begging for some form of relief. Turning away from the wall, Katniss saw the worry on his face. Pulling her cock out of the wall, she walked over to him and slid down into a bench beside him.
"How come?" She asked, the glossy shimmer of her fake cock unsettling Peeta slightly as he kept his head bowed, stoically, still respecting Katniss enough to not ogle her body parts as she flagrantly got used to displaying them like it was nothing.
"I'm a virgin, okay? And I don't want my first time to be with some random woman pressing her ass up against the wall," Peeta admitted, looking up at the wall, feeling his cock throb and twitch just by looking at her ass, but finding himself decidedly unable to muster the desire to walk up and fuck her.
"Well, you're going to have to get past that soon. I mean it's not like we have a choice anymore. You are just going to have to bite the bullet and get on with it," Katniss said, decidedly uncertain and unhelpful in the situation, her advice being a little brusque and forwards.
"It shouldn't be like that. I should be able to choose my first time. Do it with someone I like, someone like you..." He said, almost instantly regretting the words as they came from his lips, turning sharply to face Katniss whose eyes widened as she rose to her feet, breathing sharply and heavily. Taken aback by his announcement of his feelings, feelings that came about after a couple of days of knowing each other, she turned and sharply walked away, almost staggering as Peeta called silent words after her, unable to stomach any actual sound.
Author's Note: Hope you guys enjoyed that. If so, let me know. I was going to make it a little longer, but I've run out of time, have spent the week ill and don't want to leave you guys without some form of update. So, some feedback would really be appreciated as I have been fighting an uphill battle to get this done!
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UPDATE: I forgot to address my comments about Katniss being a virgin. I have intentions to go back and rewrite the first two chapters. In the story, Katniss still considers herself as a virgin as she hasn't had sex in her vagina. And so that is what she means by being a virgin. Just wanted to clear that up!
Next time, we get to see the Training Segment of our Tributes preparation and Katniss get's some hand-to-hand combat training from an unlikely rival. Till next time!