Chapter 11: For The Sponsors
"You must have something, some talent we can work with? Anything at all? These guys are creeps, they'll leap on anything that is remotely interesting," Haymitch groaned as he slumped down in one of the many cushy chairs, looking over at Katniss as she shrugged her shoulders in discontent. They were in the penthouse suite, having commandeered it for the night as Effie and Peeta went over other business. The centre of the lounge area was taken up by what looked like a large, thin stage, upon which several poles were erected, for whatever lewd purpose. Apparently, the climate in the Capitol was such that having stripper poles in the middle of your living room was considered completely and utterly normal.
"Unless the sponsor want an arrow through the head, then there isn't much I can do. I don't know what else you want me to say. I grew up in a place where you had to hunt, mine and fish to get by. There wasn't a girl in twelve who knows how to act sexy," Katniss groaned, joining Haymitch and slipping into a chair next to him, folding her arms and legs as the man groaned angrily. He had a glass of whisky set on the arm of the chair, which he turned to and readily drank from, wiping his face down.
"Katniss... This isn't the Hunger Games. So, you can't get by with a bow and arrow. And trust me, if you just walk into that room tomorrow and flash them your arse, they aren't gonna buy it. The careers will be doing god only knows what, and the others will all be doing the kinkiest shit imaginable. There must be something you know how to do. Something sexy. You can't honestly expect me to the believe you spent all your time in twelve being frigid. I know plenty street corners..." Haymitch smirked as he swigged back half of the glass, only to have it wrenched from his grasp and flung to one side by Katniss.
"If I had some sexy trick up my sleeve, do you not think I would have mentioned it by now? And if you want me to take this seriously, then no drink for you," Katniss snapped, tossing the expensive whisky on the floor and setting the glass down on a nearby table.
"Fine, fine, fine... Right... Let's... Let's start basic then. Get up on the stage," Haymitch suggested, sliding his chair back so that he had a full view of the pedestal. It was about two metres wide and six long, with three poles set into the wooden top. It was a relevantly recent addition to the quarters, as Haymitch had been happily drinking himself into a stupor here the past year, only to arrive this year to find an exotic burlesque stage sat in the middle of his favourite drinking lounge. Katniss did as she was told, clambering up onto the stage and turning to face him, folding her arms and waiting, "Really? Come on, you are trying to sell the masses on your sex appeal. Are you really going to do that with crossed arms and a thousand-mile glare? Cock your hips and accentuate yourself..."
"I'd like to see you try that..." Katniss growled, only to concede moments later and flop her arms to her side. Doing as she was told, she cocked her hips, balancing slightly higher on one leg. Pushing her chest forwards, she tried her best to present her breasts in the most alluring way possible, only to see scowls of disapproval from Haymitch.
"No! Not like your swinging bags of sand around. Look sexy! Come on. You're a teenage girl, there must have been some bloke you tried to flash your knickers at? Sexy. Look sexy,"
Haymitch groaned, leaping to his feet, as Katniss clenched her fists in annoyance.
"I... Can't... Isn't there some way to win the sponsors over without flashing myself, or grinding up against them? Surely..." Katniss breathed resuming her stunted position of folded arms and a stern glare, much to Haymitch's supreme annoyance.
"What? With your glowing personality? Trust me. You've not got much going for you. Right. Let's start even simpler, shall we? When you walk into the Private Session, you will have a couple dozen sponsors watching you. You'll already be naked, so don't bank on being able to strip-tease them, though judging from the way you hold yourself, I doubt that's an option. You'll then have access to a whole bunch of toy, gadgets and kinky capitol sex game stuff, so let's start there," Haymitch rambled on and on, pacing back and forth as he did so, before finally turning towards her and concluding, "Take your clothes off then..."
"Charming... Thought you'd never ask," Katniss growled beneath her voice, kicking her boots to one side before sliding the loose fitting trousers down and along her legs, revealing the thin and skimpy thong she was forced to wear. Her shame had been somewhat mitigated and so she barely even blushed as she dropped the thin piece of fabric and exposed her shaven pussy to the lecherous man, whom despite his role of authority, couldn't help but stare at her delicious folds, hoping that in some lucky twist of perversion that he would end up being ridden by her creamy thighs once more. Tugging her top off, she dropped her bra and stood entirely naked in front of the man, a little put off by his incessant leering. Folding her arms across her breasts, she had hoped to hide her plump tits from his view, but only served in giving him a more erotic and suggestive one as her pillowy mounds bulge around her folded arms, her flesh trying its best to spill out form behind the thin cover she had, "What now, Haymitch?"
"Er, what? Ah yes. You'll need to surprise them and impress them with something. Your skills so to speak. You'll have access to the Capitol sex Avoxes, so I suppose you can do stuff with them. Shall we list them off? Are you particularly good at handjobs?" Haymitch said, realising the sheer ludicrous nature of the words only moments later and bowing his head with a subtle twinge of embarrassment.
"Never had any complaints," Katniss responded dryly as Haymitch once again shot her a dirty look, annoyed with her seeming lack of a sense of self preservation. Truth be told, she was just as frustrated as he was, and had no desire to stand there and list of her sexual acumen. It hadn't quite hit her the entire reality of the situation. Whilst she had come to terms with it, the idea of having to actively seek out people to fuck on national broadcast seemed like a distant pipedream and not a rapidly approaching reality.
"Work with me, Katniss? Work with me... You could dance when we were on the train! We can work with that! Right, do some dancing. Sexy dancing. Hell, you were pissed at me when I said you couldn't be sexy. Prove me wrong!" Haymitch said with a burst of euphoria, leaping forwards and clapping his hands together as he did so.
"You can't just clap your hands and get me going. The only reason I did it on the train was because I had to get you to help me. It's not like a switch that I can turn on and off and become sexy," Katniss bemoaned, leaning against the pole as she murmured.
"Well, you have to change that. In the arena, when a career forces you up against a tree and shoves their dick inside you, you don't get to wait for the switch to turn on Katniss. You can't fight. You have to push your arse back on him and make a show for the camera. That's all it is. It's a show. And if you can't figure out how to turn the switch on and off, never turn it off. Do whatever you have too, to get it on and never switch it off," Haymitch stated, leaning forwards, his head lingering by Katniss' knees as he looked up at her, a rare and fleeting moment of emotion bubbling in his eyes. Katniss looked down and felt it. Saw what he meant and saw what she had to do. She was so focussed on her district mindset that she neglected to play the game. Just as she tried to sway Haymitch with her body, she needed to sway an entire nation. After all, she knew how to dance a little bit, right. Nodding, she watched Haymitch clap his hands and turn around, moving toward the room of sex toys, "I know what will help you out. Get you in that mood. That mindset." "I'll do your dancing, but not some kinky fu..." Katniss called after him, watching as he came back holding a pair of black panties in his hands. Tossing them across to her, she passed them around in her hands, a little confused as to why he was getting her to put more clothes on.
"They are vibration controlled. They'll get the blood pumping, get some rhythm and build the eroticism? Trust me?" Haymitch said, walking over to the drinks counter and pouring himself a glass of water, a rare and unique choice. Nodding, Katniss did as she was told, pulling the garment up and onto her body, sliding it into place around the curves of her arse. The panties were a little heavier, with vibrators set periodically around the seams on her hips and thighs. There were three more pressing against her pussy, one nestled against her clit, another against her entrance, and the third towards the base. The underwear also seemed inclined to slide up her arse crack, and it was only when she pulled it in between her cheeks that she realised why. Another vibrator was now lodged firmly against her arsehole, no doubt to add an additional level of sublime pleasure, "I've never used a pole, before."
"Just do what comes to you. Level one," Haymitch said, twisting the dial on the remote and watching Katniss seize up for a moment, before silently moaning. The vibrators burst into action attacking her in a slow and mellow way. It was quite the strange sensation as most of the humming beads weren't positioned on innately pleasurable places, with only four of them stimulating her pussy and ass. The others were almost like massage pads, tickling and rubbing her in the most sensual way. And then there were the ones that were placed against her sensitive spots. The bead pressed against her clit was the most intense, with the shuddering vibrator causing periodic bursts of unquenchable pleasure to build between her folds. She could already feel herself getting slowly wetter, with her nipples hardening almost instantly. The one nestled against her arse was perhaps the most interesting. It wasn't intense, but it built slowly. The more it rubbed against her constricted hole, the more she loosened up and the deeper the fabric cleft between her cheeks became, until the vibrator was almost resting inside herself.
Breathing slowly, she almost felt her hips beginning to move of their own accord, the pleasure causing them to sway back and forth, almost as if she was grinding on an invisible surface. Just as Haymitch imagined, he had flicked the switch on the young girl's salacious persona, and as her eyes rolled closed, she started to dip more and more into the moment, her moans struggling to push through her lips. Her hands began to move, clumsily at first, but slowly passing along her skin as her movements became more sexualised. Swinging her hips back and forth, the momentum caused her breasts to jiggle back and forth, their weight giving them a glorious look as she bounced on the stage. Haymitch grinned as he slid into his chair, watching as Katniss descended into a depraved and sexual pole dance, her body perfectly accentuated and her occasional meek murmur of pleasure being divine.
Turning around, she flaunted her arse, her cheeks pinched delightfully by the pair of panties she was wearing. Grabbing the pole, she began to attempt some form of sexy dance, sliding around and gyrating as much as she could. Although it became increasingly clear that she was completely off. Not wanting his private show to finish so quickly, Haymitch turned the dial up to level three, watching as Katniss stopped for a moment, her body shuddering as the intensity between her legs amplified. Suddenly, bursts of quivering pleasure tingled through her body, her panties becoming dripping as she folds became glistening, her arousal multiplying. The desire the simply relish the sensations bursting through her body was great, but eventually, she snapped back into the moment, realising what she was supposed to be doing. Her eyes opened, and she glanced over to where Haymitch was sitting, only, in her sex addled mind, she saw something completely different.
Instead of the lecherous old man, she fantasised someone else. Prim. Her petite and lithe naked body was sat on the chair, her hand buried between her thighs as she masturbated to Katniss' stunted tease. Even though she wasn't really there, that reminder was all the Katniss needed, and her instincts kicked in. Grabbing the pole, she continued to slide around it, pushing her arse out and continuing with the dance, her eyes rolling closed as the pleasure built between her thighs. She could feel a dribble of her arousal creep down her thigh as she did so, her dance becoming more exotic and more erotic each time she slid around the stripper pole, spurred on by the lustful gaze of her younger sister.
After all, it would be Prim's face that she would be imagining every time she was forced to her knees or rutted up against a tree. It was somewhat calming to imagine that the personal and intimate dance was only being displayed for the pleasure her Prim, and it was even more encouraging to watch the young blonde furiously rubbing herself as Katniss teased and titillated her with her body, pushing her tits together, and sliding her hands across her bum, gently prying her cheeks apart just enough to flash the corners of her asshole.
Slowly, a wry grin began to emerge on Katniss's lips as she grew more involved, her hands slowly running up to her breasts as she lay back against the pole. Gripping her nipples in between her fingers, she gently twisted and toyed with them, tweaking and rubbing them for her own amusement, whilst giving herself a reason to moan lustfully. Biting her lip, she slowly and tentatively slid her hand down and along her stomach, hooking her thumb into the front of the pair of panties and peeling them down just enough to flash the folds of her pussy, before letting the fabric ping back into place, all whilst she smirked. Her hand than slipped into her underwear, her finger curling and slipping down through her folds. Whilst she was a little frustrated to miss the delicious pleasure of the writhing vibrator, the single digit slipping between her folds was somewhat comparable.
Gently massaging the fringes of her pussy, she leant against the pole, softly writhing against the cold metal as she massaged her breasts. Her eyes parted for brief moments, only to continue her fantasy of being watched by her little sister and not her lustful mentor. Whilst what she saw was Haymitch gently stroking himself off, watching her passionate performance, she convinced herself it was Prim gently rubbing her pretty pink pussy, slipping her small fingers between her glistening folds, the two sisters both pleasuring themselves for the other's amusement. A part of Katniss wished it was real but knew that it just wasn't so. That didn't stop the fantasy from making it easier to descend into the sexual depravity of the situation. And imaging her sister there once again pushed her to be even bolder, even more salacious.
Sliding her finger out of herself, she lifted it to her lips, Katniss suckling on the digit and tasting her choices. A deep groan of approval came from Haymitch, briefly breaking her fantasy, but not enough for her to stop. Instead, she doubled down, dropping down from the stage and striding confidently over to the chair, once again picturing her little sister in Haymitch's place. Leaning over him, she dangled her breasts above his face, gently swaying back and forth as his arousal got the better of him and he began to fondle them, gently squeezing and playing with the rather bountiful handfuls she was presenting him. Pulling back, she turned around, once again flaunting her arse to the man, before sliding her hands backwards. Hooking her fingers inside the hem of her panties, she slid them slowly over her bum cheeks, making a show of wriggling the fabric out from her ass crack, all before dropping them to the ground and sliding them off her feet.
Continuing along this train of thought, she pushed her ass backwards, planting it down onto Haymitch's lap, his cock sliding through her cheeks and gently rubbing against her asshole and eliciting a horny moan from both of them. A little taken aback by his hard, erect cock, Katniss adjusted her fantasy, glancing back at her imagined Prim and seeing the young girl wearing the rock hard wooden strap-on she had bought from the hob. Grinning lustfully at the prospect of being fucked hard by her sister, sporting such a thick and rigid length, Katniss began to grind her ass up and down, pinning Haymitch's cock between her cheeks and his belly, using the friction to continue to get him off, all to his salacious glee.
Bouncing playfully up and down, she continued to wiggle back and forth, doing her best to stroke Haymitch's cock off with her ass cheeks. She felt a few dribbles of pre-cum prod against her asshole, causing her to smirk at her success. The eroticism of the moment led her to slip a hand between her legs, her fingers slowly rubbing her clit and providing her some sense of pleasure. Having removed the panties, she was running of pure lust alone and that was not a good thing for her. The tickling of her clit was the thing that drove her to continue, writhing and moaning as lustfully as she possibly could, her hands rubbing her body as she seductively flung her hair back over her shoulder, shooting lustful and sexy looks back at Haymitch who was grinning madly as she tended to his cock in a provocative lap-dance. A part of him wanted to reach out and fondle her, her pert and pretty nipples begging to be rubbed and tweaked, but he held off, much to his glee as she turned around.
Facing him, she slid back down, replacing her ass cheeks with her pussy. Pinning his cock against the folds of her cunt, she slowly and lazily slid her lips back and forth, dragging them salaciously across his cock, lubricating his length with her arousal, all the while moaning like a common whore. She went one step further, completely abandoning any sense of shame. Grabbing Haymitch's hands, she planted them firmly on her breasts, letting him go wild on her lush, plump mounds as she stroked him off with her vagina. His fingers immediately grasped her nipples, teasing and tweaking them, bringing them to even stiffer peaks as she bit her lip in response. Almost hungrily, and stewed in incredible amounts of whisky, he lunged forwards, wrapping his lips around her nipple, biting down and nibbling on the sensitive teat.
Katniss moaned happily, opening her eyes for a fleeting moment and seeing Haymitch's grizzle jaw replaced with Prim's softer features, the young girl happily suckling on her nipple and playfully squeezing the other one. Content with this fantasy, she slipped her hand down between them, rubbing her clit once more, her orgasm starting to build inside her core. Her other hand, now free, slid down to her ass cheeks. Slipping between them, she wrestled her fingers up against her asshole, easily slipping two of them inside and sending her body into a feverish twitching spasm as the multiple sensations crashed against her body. Switching nipples, Haymitch used the saliva on the other one to gently massage her breast, coating it in a thin shimmering layer before working diligently on doing the same to the other one, his cock shuddering towards an orgasm, similar to Katniss. Only Haymitch wasn't content with a cock-tease and wanted nothing more than to be submerged deep inside her tight, wet, clenching cunt.
"Shall we take this a little further, eh?" Haymitch smirked, reaching down and angling his cock up just enough that he almost pushed inside her, however, the building pressure at her pussy brought her to her senses and caused her to leap back, staggering out of the salacious mindset and returning to the shy, defensive one she wore so bitterly before, "What?"
"Sorry... that was... inappropriate. I don't know what came over me. I should go..." Katniss breathed, lunging to grab her clothing, only to have her hands grabbed by Haymitch and her attention pulled towards him and his almost euphoric grin.
"That... was incredible... I'm not just talking as bloke, I'm talking as a sponsor. You show that of tomorrow and they'll be slavering for you. A little passionate, a little intimacy. Not too much sexual stuff, but enough to tease. Those guys are used to bend over bitches and blow and go girls. Something a little more sensual will remind them why the Capitol became creepy in the first place," Haymitch grinned, grabbing her the side of her head and kissing her on the forehead, "Don't apologise for that, replicate it. In the arena, think of that. That mindset you got into, that's the key. Wear that like clothes, because that's what it'll have to become."
"Really?" Katniss smirked, a little proud in a perverse and naughty way that her dance had that effect. She rarely acknowledged the need to be sexy, more out of a lack of necessity. She kind of fell into the arms of her sister and Gale, with sex becoming natural and decidedly unsexy. It was fun and didn't hold that erotic subtext. But now that she needed to embody that, it was nice to know that she had it in her. Even if she still found it inherently demeaning. Not like she had a choice.
"Yes. Now, don't suppose you'd mind finishing what you started?" Haymitch suggested, gesturing down at his hardened cock, dripping with her arousal and on the verge of exploding across her. Seeing his erection almost annoyed Katniss for a moment before she realised that she was solely responsible for it. A part of her wanted to contend how unprofessional and sickening the fact that he would even suggest that was, but she knew it was wasted breath. They'd argue for a few moments before she'd concede and let him fuck her. Besides, she was considerably horny and upon retreating to her bedroom would likely masturbate until morning. So, what harm would there be in a quick fuck to set them both straight.
"Fine. Get on with it then," She said begrudgingly, secretly relishing the fact that she was about to get a good fuck. There was something about practicing on the Avox sex slaves that was a little disingenuous. It was nice to have such large and thick cocks at her disposal, but nothing beat the raw eroticism of someone's hips crashing into her arse as they pounded her from behind. Bending over the stage, she presented her arse for Haymitch who leapt on her like an animal. Slipping his hand between her thighs, he rubbed her pussy for a moment before replacing his digits with his cock, prodding her entrance for the briefest of moments before Katniss stopped him, "Not in there!"
"What? Why?" Haymitch groaned, feeling the warmth of her entrance emanating on his cock, her juices dribbling along his hardened length, his tip throbbing and begging for some form of relief. Wriggling out of position, Katniss adjusted herself so that his cockhead was rested against her asshole, her chosen hole of preference.
"Because... Just... I've never... You know. I'm a virgin... In... In there at least. It's supposed to be special... Just, fuck my ass and be done with it. Come on, I need to get some sleep," Katniss stammered, ultimately pushing her ass backwards in an attempt to impale herself on his cock and get on with it, her pussy quivering with anticipation.
"You realise you've not got much of an option? Better get used to if before your first time ends up being with some git from District One," Haymitch retorted, a rare moment of genuine advice that emanated with Katniss. It was like a ticking impending clock, and her options were disastrously limited.
"I know... Just... Just put in my arse, and fuck me..." Katniss groaned, growing impatient. Not one to argue with such a suggestion, Haymitch spread her plump ass cheeks and nestled the head of his cock against her loosened hole. With a little wriggling, he slipped half his shaft inside her, the two moaning in unison as he slid the rest inside, his crotch bouncing against her rounded cheeks. The satisfaction of being filled once more flooded over Katniss, and she slipped her hand immediately between her thighs, gently rubbing her clit to add to the sensation. Feeling Haymitch's balls smack her pussy also made he groan, the satisfying slap filling the room as he took a hold of her hips and slowly began to drive himself in and out of her, gently fucking the young girl's arse to the chorus of grunts and moans, all the while watching her soft and supple breasts bounce and jiggle in response to his steady thrusts.
Katniss groaned as his cock slammed softly in and out of her ass, and she felt the pleasure beginning to build in her core. She forgot the simple pleasure of being fucked from behind, with the ripping feeling the forced itself across her glorious ass cheeks was quite delicious. Her eyes rolled closed and her fantasy once more consumed her, with the thick cock plundering her arse becoming the rigid wooden one of her sister and hers shared perverse toy. Prim's lustful face stared back at her as she pounded her sister's rear, pulling Katniss back onto her slow and steady thrust. Her fingers threaded themselves through her own pussy as she played vigorously with her clit. Despite having been extensive anally fucked, she still had a tendency to play with her clit, the dull and continuous ache from having her rear end hammered being mitigated by the sharp bursts of intensity her clit provided.
Even as her fantasy continued, she imagined her sister growing rougher and rougher, with Haymitch's more lustful and hungry thrusts playing into the slow perversion of her younger sibling. A misguided spank from the older man didn't shatter Katniss's lust, but instead amplified it as Prim became a sex-driven maniac, spanking and slapping her older sister's ass as she commandeered her ass. Suddenly she wasn't having sex with her sister, but being claimed by her, forced over and hammered relentlessly by the little girl, made to be her proverbial bitch as the young blonde fucked her without mercy. Though she was far too sex addled to consider these fantasies, Katniss couldn't help but entirely submit to them, moaning like a lustful street-whore as the innocent reflection of her sister began to hammer her harder and harder, in tandem with Haymitch's erratic and clumsy thrusts forwards. The innate desire to be bent over and claimed played on Katniss as she whimpered meekly under her sister's hands, but she never addressed it any further. There was no reason to. She had to be strong for her sister. Even if that meant being bent over and ridden like a prostitute, having her holes degraded into simple fuck slots for others to use at their whims. Even considering that, Katniss couldn't ignore the erotic twinge between her legs that rose from such a fantasy. Maybe the games wouldn't be that bad. Not that bad at all...
Finally, the build up of the panties, her fingers, the sexual grinding, and Haymitch's constant steady fucking, rose to it's peak. Katniss's pussy tightened as she was sent into an orgasm, her body shuddering and twitching as she writhed against the stage. Her ass clenched around Haymitch's cock and she firmly pushed her ass backwards against the man's crotch wanting to entirely full as her orgasm shuddered through her body. The tightness of her orgasming ass was not enough to set Haymitch off as well, as he managed to stomach a few more laboured thrusts into her exceptionally tight hole before cumming hard inside her, spraying her asshole with several long strands of cum. A few more slow and weighty thrusts milked the last few drops out of his cock before he staggered backwards and collapsed on the chair, reaching for his whisky only to have it snatched away by Katniss and tossed away.
"Not a chance. You getting to fuck my ass means you don't get to drink," Katniss smirked as cum dribbled down her ass crack, rounding down into her thighs and making its way steadily along her leg. She didn't even acknowledge it, simply letting the sight arouse a second erection from Haymitch as he gazed lustfully at the young brunette once more, hoping her could sway her into a round two.
"Sounds like a fair trade... Any chance of a..." Haymitch began, only to be cut off by Katniss shaking her head and turning to walk away. Not bothering to continue his sentence, he simply ogled the way her ass bounced as she strode away, his hand moving instinctively towards his crotch in response to it, the man rolling his eyes closed as he descended into a fantasy to get his relief.
"Katniss Everdeen..." the metallic and droning voice announced, lifting Katniss's head as she stared at the ground in front of her. Without a second word, she rose to her feet and turned away, completely unashamed of the nakedness she was presenting to Peeta, even as the horny teenager watched her butt as she strode away. With confidence and purpose in her stride, Katniss walked boldly into the room, glancing up to where the Game-makers were sat, all of them engaged in conversation, or leering lustfully at the chosen Avoxes that had been designated for after assessment entertainment.
She glanced over at the arrangement of things that had been left for Tributes to use to accentuate their skills. There was a rack of dildos, all of them grotesquely large as if the Game-Makers didn't value anyone who could take anything less than twelve inches inside of themselves. That or they simply weren't impressed by any less. There were also a number of Avoxes and sex slaves that were there for use, although there were some of them that proved a little disturbing. There were a couple with rosy red cheeks, obviously spanked, whilst others leaked cum from every orifice, with several men having been dominated and bent over by god knows who. There was also one Avox standing upright on a rack with her back whipped and torn to shreds in a grotesque manner. Katniss shuddered to imagine which of the Tributes were responsible for that but didn't have to think long before a few names came to mind.
"Katniss Everdeen! District Twelve!" Katniss called out as she watched the Game-Makers turn suddenly towards her, suddenly interested in the new naked object they had been presented with. Their fatigue was obvious, and it was clear that having spent a day watching various candidates for the games demonstrating their sexual prowess, they were a little worked up. Pent up sexual passion. A few of them casually and lazily pawed at their crotches through their trousers, watching as Katniss stood almost aimlessly in the room. Glancing around, she began to panic. There was no pole. There was nothing for her swing around and flirtatiously flaunt herself in that seductive, yet reserved way. There was nothing she could do but sway her hips and try to look sexy.
The reaction was immediately obvious as she started to slowly and clumsily do just that, he sexual instincts not kicking in just yet. Breathing heavily, she could feel the eyes burning into her, and as she turned around to flaunt her arse, she heard the first stifled sniggers from the Game- Makers. Turning back, she watched them as they turned back and leered at the new Avox that had been brought in, hogtied and spread for their amusement. Laughing lecherously at them, the Game-Makers crowded around, leaving Katniss to her pitiful display. Until she noticed a pole. There were several stripper poles fixed into the Game- Maker's stand, not intended for that use, but almost as supports. Hot rage bubbled to the surface as they ignored her, and a burst of anger and sexual frustration took over her. She wasn't going to keel over and be ignored.
Rushing over to the Game-Makers stand, she clambered slowly upwards, managing to go unnoticed until she staggered up onto the platform. The Peacekeepers lunged forwards with their guns but were bade of by Seneca who was undoubtedly intrigued by the boldness of the young girl. As soon as she lay her hands on the pole, the Game- Makers became enthralled. Writhing and twisting around the metal pole, she used it to flaunt herself, once more letting her eyes roll closed as she imagined it wasn't horny old men, and instead other faceless shapes. Continued to gyrate and grind, she bit her lip lustfully, mimicking the previous night with Haymitch and performing the same routine, blow for blow.
But then she felt it. Hands grabbing at her bum, pulling softly at her tits, gently groping and squeezing the supple flesh she had on offer. One of the Makers grabbed her hips and pulled her arse back onto his crotch, his hardened throbbing cock pulsating through his trousers. Opening her eyes, she noticed the crowding men around her, all of them leering at her as the fondled her softly. Keeping the soft smile on her face, she began to wonder just what was about to happen. She noticed several of them fishing around in their trousers, freeing their cocks and starting to stroke themselves off. Their heads glistened with pre-cum, all of them incredibly horny and close to exploding at the sheer sound of her soft gyrating moans.
She felt something smack against her arse. Turning back, she saw one of the Game-Maker's slap their cock against her bum cheeks, groaning as he did so and unloading himself across her ass. Several long strands of cum painted her flesh as he milked himself on her rear end, with several of the other Game-Maker's following suit, jerking themselves off to slowly shower her. Another guy's load hit her thighs and she quickly realised where this was going. Breathing heavily, she began to panic, before that feeling set in once again. That comfort, that calmness that she experienced the night before. And before she could even realise what she was doing, her hands shot out to either side, wrapping themselves around the two nearest cocks. The simple touch of her hand was enough to set them off, with their cum spraying along her hands, arms and legs. Smiling happily at their contribution, Katniss watched as two more men took their place, sliding their cocks into her waiting hands and happily moaning as she slowly tugged them off.
Seneca was the next person to escalate the situation, with his hand planting itself on top of her head and pushing her down to her knees. Unwilling to resist, Katniss did just that, expecting him to feed her his cock. However, he instead held her head in place as he stroked his cock, groaning loudly as he spurted several long, thick strands across her face. Scrunching up her face, she begrudgingly took the load, feeling a few dribbles slip down her chin and spatter her breasts. Letting go of her head, he staggered backwards, allowing for the next guy to slip into the circle. Keeping her eyes open as long as she could, she saw the circle tighten around her, with several guys jerking themselves off, readying to cover her in copious amounts of cum. Some of them went as far as to rub their shafts along her skin, using the friction to get their relief.
The next fifteen minutes were a complete blur as guy after guy strode up and unloaded. She felt cum land on her ass, her back, her breasts and face, with each Maker spraying her with more and more cum. She quickly began to feel like a mess, with cum streaking across her face and hair, her breasts becoming slick with the substance. Several strands landed on her lips, with dribbles slipping inside her mouth, her tongue tasting them and almost being convinced to open her mouth for a few of the men. But she decided against it, knowing that she would surely drown in their seed were she to offer that. Soon enough, the last stragglers made their way up, proudly depositing their contributions before walking away, admiring their handiwork.
Eventually, the last guy left, and Seneca stood watching the young girl as she rose tentatively to her feet. He quickly ordered the Peacekeepers to escort her to the showers out of sheer pity for the state she was in. No doubt he would have found pleasure in having her walk back to her suite in such a state, but he decided such a thing would be frowned upon. As the Peacekeeper grabbed her arm to guide her away, she managed to part her lips just enough to murmur, "Thank-phew phor... yowur considewation..."