"As per the new rules of the Games, Training has subsequently been adapted. There will still be four mandatory Training exercises that must be completed. Basic hand to hand combat, basic food and water management, standard sexual orientation and Games Rules. These will function as brief demonstrations that will all in all take an hour. You will then be left to do as you please, training and preparing yourself. You will of course have access to multitude of training stations and it has been asked that unless you make it explicitly clear and consensual to the training experts, you may not engage in sexual intercourse with any of the other Tributes," Atala explained, the Tributes gathering and listening patiently to her, all the while glancing at one another, admiring and analysing their opponents and picking out the definitive favourite. Katniss had to ignore the glances she was getting, particularly from some of the previously discussed Careers, "Now you have all been provided with suitable clothing for Training. Said clothing will be found in your locker in the changing rooms."
With that everyone traipsed to the back of the room, slipping into the changing rooms for men and women. Lifting her chin, Katniss tried her best to ignore everyone else, a little unnerved by the fact that some of the girls were a little younger than herself, namely the Tribute from eleven who was strikingly close to Prim's age. Reaching her locker, she opened it, her eyes widening as she saw what their clothing entailed. It was a simple band of stretching fabric with a large twelve emblazoned on it. Glancing to either side, Katniss was met with a sea of flesh, the other girls stripping down. Most of them however, were much like herself, hunching over and hiding their breasts and pussy.
The Careers however, were eagerly stripping down. Clove and Glimmer. Katniss remembered them from Haymitch's briefing that morning. Clove's hands moved across her own body, rubbing her pussy to glossy shimmer before pulling her 'outfit' up around her waist, the simple band of fabric emblazoned with a one being all that she was wearing. Not that she minded. She glanced over and caught Katniss's gaze, offering her a wink and a devilish grin.
Bowing her head, Katniss quickly began to strip down, deciding that confidence was the key to making an impression. Pulling her top of, she dropped her bra into the locker, her breasts bouncing free. Quickly doing the same with her trousers and panties, Katniss slid the belt around her hips and closed the locker. Turning to her left, she found herself with no where to move, the blonde and gorgeous features of Glimmer right in her face. The girl had propped herself up against the locker, her breasts, pussy and arse now proudly on display, along with a sultry smirk of admiration as her eyes wandered up and down the young girl from Twelve. And then came the slap. Clove had snuck behind her, admiring Katniss's decidedly perfect arse before lifting her hand roughly slapping the plump globes of flesh, biting her lip as she sauntered into Katniss's line of sight.
"Fuck me... That arse is even better in person," Clove smirked as she folded her arms and admired Katniss up and down, the girl from Twelve turning and facing her down with a stern upper lip. She couldn't help but run her eyes up and down the two girl's bodies, not admiring them per-say, but taking note. Clove was incredibly athletic, her body reflecting that. She had the thin lines of a six pack, with her arms and legs being deliciously toned. Her breasts were ample, each one capped off with a nipple and whilst Katniss couldn't see her arse, Clove had taken great care in forming and shaping her rear end, so that it was perfectly round, yet deliciously full. Glimmer was the opposite. Whilst her body was thin, the girl had focussed on her more sexual aspects with her large plump tits taking centre stage. They jiggled deliciously with each step but weren't so unwieldy to be sagging. They hung perfectly on her body. Her arse with thick and juicy, rolling off her curvaceous hips and slim, toned stomach. A beauty icon If ever Katniss had seen one. Clove smirked, relishing Katniss's obvious discomfort, "Fancy a quickie before we go back?"
Not even acknowledging that with a response, Katniss moved to push between the two girls, but was immediately forced back, Clove's hands lunging at her breasts and gently massaging them as Glimmer's hand grabbed her arm, the other snaking down to grope her arse cheeks, her fingers curving in between her cheeks and running along her arse hole, the blonde girl's eyes lighting up, "Oh my... is that how they do it in Twelve? Up the ass?"
"That's how girls in Twelve make their money. Leaning up against shanty doors as dirty old men rut at their arses, spanking and pulling at their body. Fuck, you must have been worth a pretty penny," Clove sniggered, prompting Katniss to lunge at her, her body pushing Clove backwards. However, before she could swing, Glimmer's hands grabbed her arms, tugging them roughly behind her and pulling her body backwards. Using her feet, the blonde forced Katniss's feet apart, spreading her legs for Clove to admire.
"Mmm... You know, I watched the Parade back last night. And watching you suck pretty boy Peeta. Mmm, I couldn't help myself. Those lips..." Clove moaned softly, the girl having taken a liking to Katniss's plump and delicious form. Secretly, she had played with herself that previous night, watching a looped portion of the parade, watching her guzzle Peeta's cock. Running her fingers up to Katniss's lips, she pulled her bottom lip out, smirking as if to imply a kiss. Katniss wrenched her mouth back, almost threatening to bite Clove as she admired her face, "And the way he painted you with his cum, oh... it set me going..."
"Let me go or I swear..." Katniss began, before feeling Glimmer silence her with a rough spank to her rear, her arse cheeks glowing a little redder than before. Grunting, she grimaced, watching as Clove lowered her lips, her hands grasping Katniss's soft, plump breasts.
"Or what... You know... We'd make a good pair. What do you say to us teaming up in the Games?" Clove suggested, her lips lunging forwards and capturing one of Katniss's nipples, the girl gently suckling on her soft teats, bringing them to sharp and erect peaks. Her tongue curved and wriggled across her areola, shivers of pleasure coursing through Katniss's body. She could feel Clove's other hand snaking lower, her fingers dancing across her freshly shaven crotch, threatening to dip deeper inside, threatening to play and to tease her. A primal, carnal part of her wanted it. Wanted those fingers buried up to the knuckle inside her.
"Fuck you..." Katniss said simply, causing Clove to pull her lips away, her thumb smearing the fresh coating of saliva across her nipple, dragging streaks of glossy spittle across her sensitive flesh, all the while Glimmer eyed them up with a sultry grin, biting her lip as her own pussy was set on fire, the blonde begging for the attention that Clove was offering, a part of her just wanting a fuck.
"Oh... How rude. You know it's double points? We could give them a good show? Imagine, late nights. Writhing together, our fingers slipping inside each other, each orgasm only another hurdle in endless nights of pleasure. I reckon they'd let us both live at the end. We'd have to go on and do some creepy pornos or something. Maybe we could invite Glimmer? A trio of us, licking, fingering, fucking... We could win every Game from here to end of time," Clove smiled, the tactical logic being increasingly sound. However, Katniss far from trusted her and as she watched Clove's tongue trail lower and lower down her body, she could feel the brunette's breath on her glistening pussy, her tongue millimetres away from her folds. Giving Katniss one last devilish grin, she gave her pussy one long lick from bottom to top before rising to her feet. Lowering her palm, she gently smacked her folds, the wet slaps echoing through the room as Glimmer let go of her and she and Clove strode away, their arses gently wiggling as they went, "Think about it Twelve!"
And with that the two girls left, chuckling to themselves. Breathing heavily, Katniss grabbed her t-shirt and cleaned herself up, removing the saliva from her nipples and trying to quench the arousal between her legs, before following them out. She saw Peeta amidst the crowd of Tributes, all of them waiting for her to get out. Finally, their compulsory Training could begin. Hand to hand combat was pretty trivial, mostly covering the basics. It was clearly there to allow for Tributes to get out of unsavoury situations, much like the one Katniss had just endured. Food and water management was embarrassingly simple, with most of it coming under common sense. What was more interesting, was the basic sexual orientation.
"When inside the arena, you will be implanted with a monitoring chip that will monitor your orgasms, so you need not fear about smaller and inconsequential orgasms. They will still be registered. As well as that you will be implanted with a tracker and you will also be sterilized so as to prevent the need for any contraceptives. Sterilization lasts two years, although, for most of you, that won't be a problem," a rather imbittered man explained, lifting up three injections, each one an example of what he just described. Most of the follow details were simple basics, primarily aimed at the younger ones who had no clue that women and men had different things between their legs. It was quite humorous if anything, with the Careers stifling sniggers throughout. Next however, was the most interesting part.
"Now, since the announcement of the Tributes, the rules for the Games have expanded to allow for more options and means to acquire points. I hope I do not need to remind people that starting two weeks into the Games, the person with the lowest points will be eliminated daily until only two remain. And by eliminated, I will be explicit and correct myself: you will be disintegrated," Atala explained, several people grimacing as she clarified exactly what would happen to people. A rather grim and foreboding end. She continued, "The points table is as follows. It will pay to memorise this, so we will keep it up on the screen throughout your time here."
Masturbation 5 Points
Masturbation w/ Toy (Points x No. of Inches above 10 – 10 [11 eleven inches = x1]) 8 Points
Oral Sex (Traditional) 10 Points Oral Sex (Rimjob) 15 Points Vaginal Sex 20 Points
Anal Sex 25 Points
Strap-on Sex (Female x Male) 30 Points Strap-on Sex (Female x Female) 20 Points
Group Bonus (Plus 5 points for extra person beyond two. Mutual Orgasms required) 5 Points
Lesbian (Any points awarded are doubled if performed with someone of the same sex) X2 Points
Homosexual (Any points awarded are doubled if performed with someone of the same sex) X2 Points
Forced (X3 points for the forcer and X2 for the forced) X2/3 Points
The additions were a little jarring to Katniss, particularly the last one. Although, she had been filled in by Haymitch that the peculiar kinks of the Capitol would undoubtedly bleed into the scoring system. Hence a focus on more hardcore and excessive acts. It was a little disconcerting to be afforded a multiplier for being forced to an orgasm, but it was hardly worse than anything Katniss was being forced through. As far as she was concerned, it didn't matter by what means she won, she just had to win for her family.
"Right. You've completed the mandatory modules of Training. You are free to train how you wish. Remember the rules and keep to yourselves unless you make it explicitly clear. The Peacekeepers won't hesitate to have you removed for violation!" Atala said, the Tributes all peeling away and going to do as they wished. It was a strange thing to watch everyone just amble over to intricate sex machines.
The Training Room was essentially a more intricate and plentiful version of the private sex room up in the Penthouse. There was a wall of dildos, butt-plugs, strap-ons and vibrators; their variety being even more vast that the sex room upstairs. There were also various Sybians each with various attachments and some with dials that went beyond the ones that Katniss had experimented with. There was another wall of Sex Slaves, there being more than enough to satiate the needs of all the Tributes. Over to the left there were large leather embossed metal frames with mechanised apparatus attached to them. Confused as to what they were, Katniss watched as the Tribute from Five, a young redhead with a budding chest and subtly rounded arse, walked over and lay down on one of the machines, her legs being propped up and open by several padded rests. She comfortably adjusted herself, her eyes lifting up just enough to catch Katniss's eyes before turning away. Her face was soft and... fox-like. And surprisingly cute in Katniss's eyes. However, in an attempt to hide the fact that she was watching, Katniss approached the wall of toys and plucked down a rather unimpressive dildo and sat down on one of the leather benches, her eyes watching Foxface.
Watching out of the corner of her eyes, Katniss found herself unbelievably intrigued as the young redhead lifted a small box, similar to the one on the Sybian and flicked two switches. Turning the dial, she readjusted herself and lay back, calmly waiting. Two metal arms extended from the base, between her legs, curling and lifting around to her holes. Two long metal dildos pushed out of the arms, the metal limbs adjusting their height until they rested snugly against her rear entrance and her pussy. The young girl breathed in and gasped audibly as the two dildos slowly drilled their way inside her holes, gently starting off. They seemed to twist and pull, pounding in and out of her body, her soft moans being drowned out by the various other moans and groans of pleasure that were coming from the rest of the room. Whilst Katniss wanted to turn and get to her own training, she found herself enthralled with the redhead's body, watching as she writhed with pleasure, a thin layer of sweat glossing over her body as her folds were pried apart by a heavy metal cock, gently thrusting inside her. The angle wasn't good for seeing the other dildo, but Katniss didn't care, feeling her own folds grow slicker and glossier, she rubbed the tip of her dildo along her quim, watching as Foxface lowered her hand to her pussy, furiously rubbing her clit.
A loud squeal came from the girl as she orgasmed, several people turning to watch her. However, she didn't turn the machine off as Katniss expected, instead reaching for the small box and twiddling with the dials. The two cocks pulled out of her and adjusted themselves, the metal dildos bulging and growing thicker and longer, only by a couple of inches. Katniss watched as the lowered themselves back to her holes and began rhythmically pounding away, sliding in and out of the young girl. She was training herself. Loosening up. That was what most of the Tributes were doing, with the younger teenagers using the dildos and toys to get themselves into a decent position. Katniss finally pulled herself away from Foxface and turned towards some of the more survival orientated stations; the typical and somewhat normal stations. It was here that Peeta was, delicately painting his arm. Katniss was going to go and talk to him but heard a series of wolf whistles from across the room.
The Careers. Glimmer had obviously taken a liking to Cato, the young girl having been flung on her back on one of the benches, the muscular brute of a boy hunched between her legs, running his cock along her eager folds as she grinned and winked at Katniss. Sliding deep inside her, Cato hunched over the girl, Glimmer burying her lips in his neck and nibbling at his ear, the loud and heavy thrusts echoing through the room. The slapping of flesh and their moans dominated the soft and subtle yelps from those experimenting with dildos, most people glancing over to them and giving them a watch. Glimmer was obviously one for theatrics, her moans being exaggerated and almost embarrassing. However, the pair rolled back and forth, each one fighting to be on top, until Glimmer finally won, throwing her hair back and running Cato's hands along her plump and buxom chest, letting the boy pull and play with her flesh before burying his face between her cleavage, giggling at his eager lips.
Scoffing, Katniss turned away, but not before seeing the person who had originally wolf-whistled. Clove. She was sauntering over to the wall of slaves, now adorning a thick and rigid strap-on which she lovingly stroked and caressed, dribbling spit down to lubricate the length. Striding past several suitable targets, she settled on a plump, fleshy arse. When compared to the other options, it was obvious why she picked that one; it being the one that most resembled Katniss's delightful rear. Stepping up behind the framed arse, Clove ran the tip of her thick strap-on along her glossy folds before directing it towards her rear entrance. Slowly, but surely, the toned girl eased her fake cock inside, her lips folding in on themselves as she simulated her sex faces, constantly winking and biting her lip in Katniss's direction as she eased in and out, slowly and sumptuously fucking the mysterious arse. As Katniss moved to look away, Clove sped up, hammering her hips back and forth, the smacking of her cock filling the room, echoed by her eager and sharp spanks, which instantly deterred Katniss.
"Don't watch them. Remember what Haymitch said? Focus on your own stuff," Peeta said, breaking her attention and drawing her closer, letting her look at the intricate art-work that he was placing on his arm. It was baffling that he bore such skill and such a calmly deft hand. It was so enthralling, that Katniss didn't even notice the boy's cock rapidly hardening as she bent over, inadvertently flaunting her chest at him. It was a subtle indication of where Peeta's desires lay; where he could look upon a room of naked people and not even have his cock twitch. Yet ogling Katniss set him rock hard.
"That's incredible," she breathed as he moved his arm and rested it against a tree, the outline blending in, his cock bouncing between his legs and finally drawing Katniss's attention. She did however, avert her eyes and curl a strand of hair around her ear.
"I used to take care of the cakes down the bakery. I suppose it's quite the transferable skill..." he smirked, starting to wash it off, preparing to do something else, "This is insane, isn't it? I never thought something so sexual and unashamed would be so... disconcerting."
"Yeah it is quite bizarre..." Katniss sighed. However, suddenly, to their right a commotion started. Glimmer had obviously cum alongside Cato, cum dribbling down her belly as she lunged at the boy from District Six, bellowing that he had stolen her dildo.
"Where the fuck is it?" She snapped at him, her hands lunging at him and flipping him over her shoulder. Sinking down on her knees, she straddled his face, her pussy glistening and dripping with arousal as she sank herself downwards, rubbing her folds across his face as the boy struggled against her grip, "What? Of course, you don't like pussy. Why else would you steal a dildo, gay boy? Clean up Cato's cum like a good fucking slut!"
Finally, two Peacekeepers lunged forwards and dragged her off of him, Glimmer fighting free of their grasp and sauntering back to Cato, Marvel and Clove, the four Careers all glaring at the boy as he staggered to his feet, wiping his mouth. Laughing at him, their attention turned towards Katniss, Glimmer and Clove offering her a wink before going about their business. Furious, Katniss's attention was drawn to her side as Peeta nudged her and nodded upwards. Confused, Katniss glanced up and saw a net of rope that was strung across the room, there to educate Tributes on climbing should they wish.
Nestled in the netting was a small figure, a salacious and cheeky smirk on her face. It was the girl from District Eleven. Rue. The one that was an incredibly similar age to Prim, her youthful body being incredibly reminiscent of the young girl back at home. She had a soft budding chest, with the beginnings of a pair of breasts bulging from her chest, each capped of with a delicious chocolatey nipple. Her pussy was slick and shaven, curving deliciously outwards and her arse was somewhat flat, but had a gentle bounce to it. However, what was most interesting about the girl was what she was gently easing in and out of her mouth, her lips wrapped tightly around the tip of an eight-inch-long silver dildo: Glimmer's dildo. Rue opened her eyes just enough to see that Katniss was watching before rolling onto her back, her bum pressing against the netting as she lowered the dildo between her young and shapely legs, keenly aware that she had an audience.
Nestling the dildo against her slit, Rue pierced herself on the rigid toy, plunging it easily inside her with a deft ability that had been nurtured through practice. Grasping the base of the dildo, she worked it in and out of herself a few times, before plucking it from herself. Instead of taking it with her as she clambered down, she tossed it to one side, the shaft landing in Katniss's hands still slick from the young girl's glossy quim. Clambering down from the netting, the young coloured girl disappeared, leaving Katniss with the slick dildo in her hand. She didn't know why, but every instinct in her body wanted to lift it to her lips and taste her juices. However, she fought instinct and set it to one side, deciding it would best to focus on her own training, knowing full well that there was a wealth of things that she could improve upon.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII"Now it's important not to let the other Tributes get the measure of you. You want to entice, but not give everything that you have away. So, take it easy. There isn't anything that you will be able to learn in three days-time. Stick to survival and veer away from the sexual aspect."
Those words lingered in Katniss's mind as she fumbled around with a couple pieces of wood and some string, fastening them together to form a lure. It was pretty good. She managed to figure most of it out naturally from what her father and Gale had managed to teach her. The words lingered in her mind, spoken to her by Haymitch and constantly reiterated again and again by the man every morning. He didn't know how difficult it was. Katniss was hardly the most provocative of people, but it was had to spend an entire day in a room full of people, fucking, moaning, grunting and groaning. Every time she looked up, she was met with a new sight. People impaling themselves on dildos. The Careers displaying their sexual prowess. Or younger contestants overestimating their abilities and lodging something far too big inside themselves. And then there was Rue.
She was mischievous. Darting back and forth, always trying to get Katniss's attention. She had a way off sneaking around the complex that made the Peacekeepers panic, constantly thinking they had lost a Tribute, only to find that she had snuck into a small alcove to play with herself, always trying to catch Katniss's eye. It was quite exciting and quite funny. She always found her way where she shouldn't be. And it was a welcome sight to break apart the monotony of watching Glimmer lavish Cato's cock like a hungry slut. She and Cato took to each other a little quickly, the girl being somewhat infatuated with him, deepthroating him with ease and skill, their eyes always finding Katniss. She had a target on her back. She didn't have to entice anyone as most people were already fixed on they path when the Games started. Katniss was the prime target for good pussy and she knew it.
But that didn't stop it from getting on Katniss's nerves, primarily when Clove was involved. She made her intentions very clear and whenever Katniss glanced around, always found her eyes latched onto her. As she looked up from her snare, she found Clove in the same place she had been for half an hour: on her knees between the creamy white thighs of one of the mysterious slave girls. Her tongue was buried deep in the mysterious woman's pussy, her folds glossy and slick having been attended to for countless orgasms. Fingers were slapping in and out of her pussy, gently drilling into the mysterious hole, all the while her eyes were latched onto Katniss, undoubtedly imagining the slick folds in which she was buried to be the girl from Twelve. Watching for a moment, Katniss saw the girl pull her tongue out, her hands planting themselves on the mysterious girl's thighs and pushing them upwards to reveal her tight bum hole. Plunging forwards, Clove dipped into her tight entrance, lavishing and lapping at the girl's rear entrance, finally turning Katniss away, Clove grinning wildly before leaving the woman's pussy and ass alone, leaving the wall, but not before roughly slapping the girl's sloppy pussy.
Luckily training was over for the day only minutes later, meaning that Katniss could be free of the sexual situations and pleasure herself back in the comfort of privacy. That and she could stop being ogled by Clove. Going into the changing rooms, Katniss unfortunately had to wait a moment, the room being full of changing women. Taking her time, Katniss managed to get into her panties and bra. Reaching for her trousers, she felt her hand get wrenched behind herself, pushed up her back as she was forced against the locker, "Fuck..."
"Good to see you, sweet cheeks... Trouble was... I spent so much time today fantasising that I didn't get a chance for relief. Care to help me out?" Clove murmured in her ear, Katniss looking to the left and seeing the room empty. She felt Clove's other hand unclasped Katniss's bra, the garment falling to the ground before she grabbed her panties and worked them down around Katniss's knees, her fingers dipping down between her thighs and furiously rubbing Katniss's pussy. Unable to stop herself, Katniss gasped loudly, instinctively pushing her arse back into Clove's fingers, the toned girl grinning as Katniss's body reacted to her attack. Slipping further along her folds, Clove's fingers found Katniss's entrance, her pussy lips peeling apart with the slightest touch. Being in a room of people fucking and pleasuring themselves all day had left her a little horny and a little sensitive. So, she was unable to stop Clove's advances based purely upon the fact that she desperately needed relief, "That's right. Moan for me sweet cheeks... Moan for me... You fucking love it don't you?"
"Ah, fuck..." Katniss groaned as she flailed with her other hands, Clove grabbing both her wrists with her other hands, completely restraining Katniss as she slipped a couple fingers inside her clutching pussy, the girl's breath turning hollow, Katniss gasping and biting her lip to stop the moans. It was hardly a calculated and sensual attack, but it was incredibly pleasurable. The rougher and firmer grip she her with her pussy was incredibly. She felt Clove push her lithe body up against hers, nibbling at Katniss's neck as she pressed her small breasts against her back, using her thigh to drive her fingers deeper into Katniss's cunt. She was moving her hips back and forwards, pushing against Katniss as if she was fucking her, her own pussy slick and glossy between her legs.
Finally, Katniss mustered the strength, pushing her arse back and knocking Clove off balance. Staggering backwards, her fingers left Katniss's pussy, glistening with her juices. Turning around, Katniss expected her to back off, but was met with Clove lunging at her, pinning her wrists up above her head as Clove's lips pressed roughly against hers, begging for access to Katniss's mouth. Katniss could taste the juices of the sex slave of Clove's tongue as she roughly and passionately pressed her lips against hers, her tongue licking and lapping clumsily at her face, before sliding down her body. Doing her best to free herself of Clove's grip, Katniss found herself once again paralysed by pleasure, the young girl's eager and hungry lips latching onto her breasts, unceremoniously suckling on her nipple. Her teeth took the sensitive nub in between them, pinning it in place, biting softly down; enough to make Katniss breath sharply inwards. Moving across to the other nipple, Clove made sure to leave slick saliva marks across both her breasts, her nipple turning a dark red from the suction of her lips and the painful pleasure of her nibbling teeth.
Once again, Katniss pushed her away, freeing her hands and planting them firmly on Clove's chest, pushing the young girl away and inadvertently fondling her breasts. Clove offered her a sultry wink, pinning her own nipple in between her fingers before lunging at the girl. Using the rudimentary hand to hand skills, Katniss was able to stand her ground for a moment, before the athletic and nimble girl outmanoeuvred her and swept her legs away, knocking Katniss to the ground. Crashing against the floor, she found herself in between Clove's legs, her slick and shaven pussy lingering above her, the same sadistic and salacious grin on the thinner girl's face. Katniss's hands tried to push her away, but she was pinned between her lithe thighs, the girl's athletic frame being a guise for her surprising strength. Lifting her hands, she tried to push against the girl's thighs, but found the slow and steady sinking of her weight to be too much. Reaching her hands higher up, Katniss found them wrenched from her control, Clove grasping and forcing them to her breasts, moaning at Katniss's touch, even if it was short lived. Pinning her hands to one side, Clove dropped her hips, her pussy colliding with Katniss's unwilling and closed lips.
Moaning loudly, Clove gently began to move her pussy back and forth, dragging it across Katniss's face and smearing his lips, nose and chin in her juices, moaning as the submissive girl's nose dragged across her clit. Rubbing her pussy against her face, Clove smothered Katniss in her folds, waiting for the sumptuous moment, waiting for the moment when Katniss couldn't hold her breath and had to part her lips. It was coming. No matter how hard Katniss tried, she couldn't hold it off, her lips parting and Clove sinking further down, Katniss's tongue unwilling plunging deep into Clove's pussy, causing the girl to lean forwards, moaning loudly and erotically as she rode Katniss's face, pleasure cascading over her body. She let go of Katniss's hands, Katniss pushing at anything she could to try and free herself of Clove's undeniably delicious pussy. It was hardly the worst situation to be in, but it was demeaning and that was something Katniss couldn't stand for, not whilst her own pussy was brimming with the need for satisfaction, satisfaction that Clove so tauntingly offered before seizing it away.
Shifting herself back and forth, quicker and quicker, Clove slipped a hand down between her folds, rubbing her clit feverously, whilst the other hand massaged her breasts, pulling and plucking on her nipples her nipples. Dribbling a mouthful of spit onto her hand, she massaged her tits, lubing each one to a glossy shimmer as the layer of sweat coating her body gave her a sumptuous glow, a glow that even Katniss couldn't deny as gorgeous. She was hardly the most ugly girl and was quite beautiful in her own boyish sort of way. But she was freak. A sexual deviant hell bent on making Katniss her plaything. For all Katniss knew, if she partnered with Clove, she'd end up tied to a tree for her pleasure, used like a piece of meat for the entirety of the games, fucked and rutted against like an animal. That was what the other Careers wanted at least. Clove seemed far more dogmatic and possessive. As if Katniss was her toy, her present, her conquest, her obsession.
Her orgasm was building in her core. She had spent the day training her lips, working with pussy and cock. Whilst she was deft with her tongue, she was trying to show of her skills towards the young girl from Twelve. A part of her wanted Katniss to come around, but another part loved the thrill of the hunt. It was never any fun if they just rolled over. Moaning loudly, she increased the rate of grinding, pushing harder down on Katniss's face. Her hand left her breasts and leant backwards, sliding down between Katniss's wriggling thighs and running along her glistening slit. She collected her juices on her fingers and dipped them between her lips, savouring the taste of her pussy, lavishing it with her tongue. Moaning audibly, she felt her body seize up a little, her orgasm cascading over her and her body starting to shudder. Squealing rather loudly, she afforded herself a moment of weakness to enjoy the sensation, a moment which Katniss quickly used to her advantage.
Sliding her hands along her own stomach, Katniss readied three of her fingers. As Clove writhed through her orgasm, oblivious of Katniss's subservience, Katniss rested the three unlubricated fingers against Clove's unwitting arse. She could tell from a simple rub that Clove was unexperienced in the anal department, making her stealthy attack all the more cathartic. Plunging the fingers deep into Clove's arse, Katniss simultaneously, pushed upwards, knocking the girl onto her back with a quick push, Clove yelping angrily as her arse was unceremoniously penetrated. Katniss could have left it there and grabbed her clothes and fled, but she wasn't one to be outdone and used.
"You like licking pussy? Enjoy..." Katniss seethed, rolling onto Clove's face and sinking her pussy down onto her tongue, the thinner girl unable to put up against Katniss's weight advantage. Trying to swing a few punches, Clove found herself unable to free herself. Trying the same trick as Katniss, she only served to pleasure her more as her ass was far more receptive to the digits. And try as she might, she was unable to unlubricate her slick fingers. Conceding, despite it not being in her agenda to do so, Clove decided that this was one way to worm her way into conquering Katniss. Make the young girl writhe with pleasure so much so that she can't live without the sumptuous sensation of her skilled tongue. There was no question that Clove overestimated her abilities and was heavily deluded, but such was the nature of the Careers, their minds warped by the society they were in.
Her tongue slipped inside Katniss's pussy, taking her by surprise, a loud moan coming from her lips as her breath quickened. Darting back and forth, Clove attacked the most sensitive spots of her pussy, curling upwards and resting on her g-spot. The girl was experienced enough to be able to find it with ease, her tongue lapping at it before sliding as deep as she could inside Katniss's quim, her juices dribbling down and coating her freckled face. Breathing heavily,
Katniss wiped her lips and mouth, smearing Clove's remaining juices along her arm. Her hands went instinctively towards her breasts, massaging and squeezing the handfuls and coating her breasts in Clove's saliva which lingered on her nipples. Running her fingers across the sensitive nubs, she groaned, gently starting to ride Clove's tongue, her body denouncing any agenda beyond simply wanting to cum. She didn't care how it happened, she just needed that relief and needed it now.
Thankfully, Clove was fully onboard with that end, three of her fingers working their way between Katniss's plump arse cheeks, the digits plunging deep into her rear end, Katniss leaning forwards and groaning, the duality of the two pleasures being almost unbearable. Her pussy had been quivering all day, begging for more than just a passing rub. She had tried to sneak in a couple fingers every now and again, but ultimately just left herself hungering and longing for more, begging and lusting after a proper orgasm. Everytime she was tempted to just go and impale herself on a dildo or one of the exotic sex machines, she was reminded of Haymitch's words, reminded of the advice. But now she could let loose, her pussy smother's Clove's eager face, the girl sneaking gulping breathes whenever she could as her face was pinned against Katniss's sweet and sumptuous pussy. It was just as delicious as Clove imagined and she fantasised about having Katniss restrained, her legs permanently spread so that she could feasts and fuck as she pleased. Oh, the toys she would use, the strap-ons... She would ruin the pretty little slut entirely.
Katniss didn't take long to be brought to her orgasm, her self-enforced denial only serving to amplify the pleasure she was receiving. Her pussy clenched and spasmed around Clove's tongue, her body shuddering and writhing as she slid her quim back and forth across Clove's face, the girl retracting her tongue and using Katniss's quivering body as a chance to escape. Staggering to her feet, she let Katniss roll to one side, her hand dipping down between her thighs and rubbing herself, riding her orgasm slowly down. Clove lunged once more at Katniss, her hand finding her throat and starting to choke the young girl, "You are mine. In the Games, you will be mine..."
Grunting for air, Katniss put up a show of defiance, Clove finally letting her go, sauntering away and leaving her with one last slap across her breasts. Breathing heavily, she panted and staggered to her feet. Fixing her panties in place, she turned around and started to dress herself once more, her heart racing, but her pussy satisfied.