Chapter 12: The Interviews
"I think she should at least show a little more skin. I mean, at least a nipple," Effie suggested as they crowded around Katniss, faffing around with her dress. Cinna brushed her hands away, forcing the half-naked woman to simply turn her head and scoff. For the interviews, Cinna had gone far more conservative with showing of Katniss's body. She wore a simple, sleek black dress, strapless and cut low enough to flaunt her cleavage. The curve of her arse winked out from beneath the hem of the dress, her lack of underwear incredibly apparent. Completely unnerved by the slutiness of the outfit, Katniss couldn't believe that Effie thought this was too modest. Peeta got off easily with a simple, trim black suit, hiding all of his more private areas. Though, Portia opted to rob him of a shirt, meaning the jacket was all the hid his chest away. Ceasing her huff within seconds, Effie turned back to offer more criticism, "This is our chance to make an impression, and she's dressed like she's going to church!"
"She's already made an impression. They've already seen it all. Now, we take a more reserved approach," Haymitch interceded, stepping into the small dressing room and eyeing up both Peeta and Katniss. With the finishing touches, both the stylists pulled away, letting them stand free of their wandering hands. Feeling idiotic, Katniss dared not move, worried that even the slightest movement would cause her to burst out of her dress.
"Are you done staring?" Katniss sneered at Haymitch, the man smirking as his eyes were forced away from her steep cleavage and buxom chest. It was true, they drew the eyes more than they would if they were simply bouncing free. Cinna knew his stuff.
"That kind of attitude needs to go. You can't rely on your body for this. Not entirely. They've seen you naked, now you need to prove there is a shred of personality behind those tits. Now, listen closely," Haymitch retorted, grabbing a nearby remote and flicking the TV on. The pre-amble to the show had begun, with cameras sweeping across the cheering crowds, people gearing up for the interviews. The sea of flesh and glitter and gloss was as garish as ever, yet Katniss curbed her comments, "This isn't going to be some lowball interview. He's not gonna ask you your favourite colour. Less first date talk and more what's your most intimate fantasy. Play it up. The crowd doesn't love a prude. It's only a couple minutes. Act sultry, bat your eyelids and say you have a thing for anal. Simple stuff."
"Yeah, you're not the one who has to go out there. Also, why is there a hole in the back of my dress?" Katniss asked, pointing out the spherical hole that had been perfectly cut into the back of her dress, in line with her arsehole and flaunting her plump cheeks.
"That's standard. Let's say that Caesar's interviews are more interactive. You'll be fine. Watch the other interviews and get your bearings. Now is not the time for frigidity," Haymitch replied, pointing out the similar hole cut into Peeta's trousers, doing a similar job to Katniss's one.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Katniss breathed, only to be hushed by Effie, the bubbly woman clapping as the camera worked it's way over to the stage, revealing the silhouette of the two chairs, a figure sat on one of the them. Breathing slowly, Katniss prepared herself, having heard rumours and stories about the Capitol's favourite TV personality. Nothing could have prepped her for what was about to happen however. Suddenly, the lights burst into action, revealing the grinning host of the show tonight. Katniss's eyes widened, and her jaw hit the floor as she watched the man stand up. He was entirely naked, save for some golden straps and bands that adorned his arms and hips. Though his nudity was not what took her of guard. Instead it was what was between his legs. It was massive. Ludicrously massive. Grossly massive. It was thicker than a log and dangled to below his knee. His cock was incredibly impractical and seemingly adorned his body as more of an accessory as opposed to a means for sexual pleasure. Astounded, Katniss exclaimed, "Fucking hell... That's grotesque..."
"That! Is the biggest cock in the business... Isn't it glorious," Effie giggled, enamoured by it, to the abject disgust of both Peeta and Katniss. It was so gargantuan that Peeta didn't feel embarrassed in comparison. The two of them droned out the words the man was saying as the proverbial club of a cock smacked from leg to leg.
"You don't get to be the biggest TV personality in the capitol by personality alone. Everyone's got to have a gimmick," Haymitch grimaced, watching as the man on the TV clapped his hands together, welcoming the first of the guests, "Now listen up. And pay attention. This is what a completely rehearsed interview looks like. She'll have been practicing since the day she could crawl."
"Ladies and gentlemen, I shan't bore you with any more trifle. It's time for you to meet your tributes for this year and really understand what makes them sing! So, without further ado, please welcome..." Caesar bellowed, his innate talent for showmanship explicit upon his face. It was clear where the audience's attention lay if not in his eyes, though not for much long. His hand shot to the left side of the stage as he introduced the first guest, "The female tribute from District One, Glimmer!"
Despite their animosity towards the Careers, even Katniss could deny just how gorgeous the young and bouncy little blonde was. She strode onto the stage with those delicious, slender legs, creamy and toned, propped up by high heels and climbing up towards her tight-fitting underwear. The outfit she was wearing was skimpy. Incredibly skimpy. It consisted of a silvery bra and panties made of a delicate satin, with thin see-through mesh dangling from the seams to offer a little meek coverage. The blonde waved as she walked on, shaking Caesars hand and leaning in for a kiss on each cheek, her eyes lingering on the man's cock for a salacious moment before she slid into her seat, beaming widely as she gripped the handles of the chair. Taking his own seat, Caesar grinned in response, "Such an entrance. It's good to see you showing a little more skin after a rather modest parade outfit. I must say, it suits you."
"Aw, thank you. In my experience, less is more. Unless we're talking about the obvious. In that case, bigger is better," Glimmer giggled, reclining into the seat as the man laughed in response. His hand plucked a small remote from the side of the chair. The sight of it made Glimmer giddy; a faux giddiness.
"I see you're familiar with the Caesar Seat. What shall we start with, Glimmer? Any particular favourites? Caesar smiled as he ran his thumb across the remote, toying the many buttons that were adorned across the surface. Biting her lip, Glimmer thought a moment, unable to decide, "Indecisive? Well, with so many options, I'd be a little uncertain. How about we start simple?"
"Okay. But... Silly me. I think I've worn the wrong panties..." Glimmer smirked, lifting to her feet and examining the rear of them. Sighing in an overexaggerated manner, she slipped her fingers into the waist band and pulled them down and over her feet, revealing her slick and aroused pussy, her pubic hair carved and etched into an elegant 'one'. Laughing, Caesar watched her arse as she bounced towards the front of the stage and pinged the underwear into the crowd, turning around and ensuring the crowds got a good look at her pert, supple and perfectly toned ass. Where Katniss had more girth and bounce, Glimmer had immaculate roundedness, well-shaped and defined. Slipping back into her seat, she grinned, "They were just getting in the way!"
"Well then! Let us not waste any time!" Caesar chuckled in response, theatrically pressing a button. The audience fell silent in anticipation, the silence clinging the large open room. Suddenly, a low and audible vibration filled the room, Glimmer's glossy pink lips falling apart, a soft moan slipping from her lips as she gripped the side of her chair tightly. Letting her eyes roll into the back of her head, she grinned lustfully, pleasure beginning to grip her body. The chair on which she sat, the famous Caesar Seat, was specifically designed for interviews such as this. Built into the base were two retractable cocks, each perfectly positioned and manoeuvrable so as to rest up against the ass and pussy of whomever was in it. There was even an extendable vibrator that could be nestled up against the cock of a male contestant, allowing for all purpose pleasure. And of course, each metal cock was fixed with several vibrating pieces, all of increasing intensity. Not to mention a few other surprises Caesar had built into the chair, "My, oh, my! Look at that sex-face! That'll melt your heart!"
"This is just the beginning... Oh, fuck... Oh! Sorry... How uncouth of me. It's just, oh... That's... that's right up, there... Oh... It's nice, Caesar, but... Well, I'm all for toys, but I prefer the real thing," Glimmer giggled, slowly starting to grind her ass down onto the seat as the extended cock pierced her pussy, sinking deep into her tight, clutching little pussy. Moaning softly and constantly, she made sure that she offered up several salacious looks to the audience, all before beginning to gently lift her hips up and down, softly riding the cock that was extended from the seat. Glimmer knew that she had to impress. She was the first out on stage and liable to be the person most people saw. So, in her mind, there was no such thing as overboard. Riding the metallic cock, she gently began to bounce up and down, throwing her hair over her shoulder and giggling.
"Ha-ha! Too true Glimmer, too true. Though I suspect you'll have your pick of the boys once you're in the arena. Just between you and me... Are there any you have your eye on? Any ones you want to have a test-ride with?" Caesar asked, watching eagerly between Glimmer's legs, watching her folds peel back and forth across the thick, rigid cock lodged into her pussy. The fluid grace with which she rose and sank was practiced and drilled into her, the woman exuding sex appeal through the subtlest of moans and twitches. And the way she bit her lip. It made his cock twitch and throb. Sinking down onto the toy, Glimmer leant forwards, thinking for a moment, before gasping sharply, "Sorry Glimmer... I couldn't resist. You seem like the kind of girl who prefers a dual approach."
"Oh, you are a deviant... A deviant, but not wrong in the slightest. As for anyone in particular? I couldn't possibly say that. It would be improper," Glimmer smirked, groaning as the second toy pushed up against her arsehole, nudging her constricted entrance, pushing firmly against her rear.
Wanting it inside of her, she pushed herself downwards, relaxing and allowing it to plunge deep into her tight asshole. Self-lubricating, it allowed itself to drill inside of her, pushing into her depths, until the young blonde yelped with delight, wiggling her ass with a giggle. Slowly, the two toys began to thrust in and out of her, one moving in as the other moved out, pushing up and down, all the while vibrating in the most delightfully pleasurable way. Glimmer had expected to have to come out on stage and fake her orgasmic pleasure but was pleasantly surprised as the cocks grazed and teased the most intimate parts of her.
"Oh, but there is someone. Come on. Don't keep us on edge. He must be quite something to catch the attention of a girl like you," Caesar smirked, leaning over her shoulder and subtle hinting at a camera. Sliding around, the camera zoomed in between Glimmer's legs, the blonde catching on and subtly spreading her legs as wide as she could, flaunting the sight of her pussy being rhythmically carved in two.
"Truth be told, it's not that he's a catch, but simply that it's something a little new. The boy from Eleven... Th... Thresh, is it? What can I say? I've never had a black cock. A girl
get's curious!" Glimmer laughed, her hand slipping down between her legs and gently rubbing her clit, the added pleasure managing to push her over the edge. Katniss couldn't tell whether her orgasm was unbearably tense, or exceptionally fake. Her breathing deepened, her breasts rising and falling as she leant back, vigorously massaging her pussy as her holes were gently pounded, each one subjugated to an intense massage of humming, thrumming pleasures. Her moans grew in pitch until she filled the room with squeals of pure delight. Flopping back, breathless, she swept her hair back, playfully blushing as Caesar leapt to his feet, joining the audience in applauded the young girl. Rising to her feet, she bowed, before prancing off the stage, her thighs glossy and the chair slick.
"The female tribute from District One, everybody! The wondrous Glimmer!" Caesar bellowed, the audience cheering and squealing. Katniss however, watched on the TV as Glimmer disappeared of the other side of the stage, her bubbly free demeanour shifting into a purposeful stride, the woman eagerly accepting a towel to wipe herself down and hide her body with.
"Do people actually fall for all that? She's so unbelievably fake," Katniss commented, folding her arms as Caesar beckoned the next Tribute onto the stage, Marvel strutting on in nothing more than a glorified loin-cloth, his cock already hard beneath it, poking against the fabric and pitching a tent.
"She, just won over the entire Capitol. It's amazing what a smile and a couple moans can do, Katniss," Haymitch smirked, nudging her, causing the brunette to take a step out of reach of him, begrudgingly watching Marvel as he brashly and boldly dominated the stage, flaunting himself in the most hideous of ways.
"Does he actually use it? Caesar that is. His... You know?" Peeta suddenly asked, breaking the silence and drawing everyone's attention. Both Portia and Effie smirked, blushing somewhat as their obvious infatuation bled into the room. Katniss stifled a giggle, whilst Peeta continued to look, astounded by the length.
"The record is fourteen inches, Peeta. A Capitol trader was on the show a year ago and she took the challenge. Managed to get a good bit in before she broke down... Fourteen inches..." Effie scoffed, a smile etching across her face as her thin, see-through panties began to grow even more see-through, her arousal seeping into the fabric, "Childs-play. I could get at least eighteen... Twenty if I had the time..."
Turning their attention back to the TV, they watched as Marvel strolled off the stage, proudly showboating as he did. A stage-hand rushed on to wipe down the chair between uses as Caesar ambled onto bringing on the next Tribute. Clove. Katniss's attention turned to her immediately, latching onto her with a passion; part fury, part curiosity. She despised the lithe and athletic young girl but couldn't deny the cute boyish charm she had. Not to mention, her choice of outfit was simply... sultry. It was a leather number, thin and skimpy in all the right places. The bra was composed of thin leather straps that didn't cover her breasts, but simply curved around their contours, pushing them outwards and making them seem all the larger despite their pert, supple size. Her lower half was equally revealing. A leather belt was fastened around her waist, down from which dangled thick strips of leather, which hung loosely as a sparse and revealing skirt of sorts. Her pussy was on display, neatly shaven with only a thin landing strip leading down to her prim and delicate pussy. Taut and muscular, her ass was very toned, matching with her overall athletic stature. Her breasts and bum were hardly the finest in the competition and yet she exuded an almost athletic arousal, her body at the peak fitness. It was this point that Katniss understood; Clove was the only Career that was geared more towards the traditional Hunger Games and was somewhat alienated by the sexual twist of this year's show. That didn't stop the soft and delicate smile on her lips as she proudly strode up there. It may not have been her game, but she was horny and ready to play it.
"My, my! What an outfit Clove. Truly... Kinky," Caesar grinned, gesturing for her to take the seat, which she did with a curt and uncharacteristic smile on her face. Adjusting herself, she crossed her legs and waited for the man to continue the conversation, her smile fluttering slightly, "I know for a fact, my audience loves a bit of leather. Isn't that right? Can we expect more of this in the arena?"
"Of course. Let's just say that the moment I lay my hands on a strapon, I won't be taking it off," Clove smirked, retaining her boyish charm. Less sparkly pizazz and sultrier suggestiveness. Of course, the crowds loved it. Katniss was far more of a tomboy than her, but Clove wore it better.
"Is that so, well, I am certainly looking forward to that. Does that mean the boys will have to get used to, how should we say this, being little spoon?" Caesar smirked, lifting the remote of the chair and flicking the switches into high gear, the two cocks plunging up and into Clove's body. She had spent the time in the changing room sufficiently stretching and lubricating herself so as to make the initial penetration almost non-existent. A brief grunt came from between her lips, before the two drilling shafts got to work, the young woman wearing nothing but a smirk of satisfaction on her face, "My... I see you are well-versed in this sort of thing. Shall I turn it up a notch?"
"Just keep turning the dial until you can't turn it anymore. And about the boys, yes... It is worth more point after all," Clove replied, the crowd breathing sharply in as she showed her feigned ferocity. She wasn't playfully viscous, she was plain viscous. The act of her being catty was just another act. Caesar turned the dials to max as the young girl had bid him and subsequently took Clove by surprise. Her confidence had betrayed her and as the vibrations whirred into effect, the piston like cocks pounding and hammering into her with increased tempo and speed, Clove's lips fell open along with her eyes. She never expected the maximum settings to be anything more than simple, playful tickle if anything. She had spent the majority of her time using the Sybians in her district's personal sex-toy room and had mastered reacting very little to the highest settings of that. But Caesar's Seat? It was high-intensity to say the least and she certainly didn't expect it.
Clove was unable to resist and felt her eyes roll closed, a constant barrage of sweet sexual moans escaping her lips as the fake cocks hammered relentlessly into her pussy, thrusting harder and harder, the pleasure only intensified by the constant vibrations. The thrusts were so quick and fast that there was only a split, miniscule second in which the cock was not thrust inside on of her holes, the force with which they were impaling her causing her to shudder up and down, her small, rounded breasts jiggling erratically as her moans became hums and fractured groans. The wet sloppy slapping of her pussy getting rattled filled the room as the audience members relished the sight of the girl being rendered delirious by the sumptuous pleasure flooding her body. Realising that she had bitten off more than she could chew, Clove decided to embrace it, realising that she wasn't going to be able to formulate any form of coherent answers to any of Caesar's questions.
Instead, she reclined in the chair, spreading her legs as wider as possible for the camera, letting her moans be heard proudly across the entire room. One of her hands swept down to cup her breast, gently squeezing the shaking flesh and sharply pinching her nipple, the soft burn of pain standing in immediate contrast the pleasure between her legs. Her other hand slid along her toned belly and threaded between her pummelled folds. She didn't care how loose she was being rendered as she had no intention of ever
being fucked in her pussy or ass during the competition. She meant what she had previously said about the strapon. Even if Marvel and Cato pinned her to the ground, she find some way to jam a thick strapon up one of their arses as opposed to ever submitting herself. The thought made her quiver, her fingers finding her swollen pulsating clit and rubbing it furiously.
She felt like centuries had past; like time had chugged onwards endlessly. Yet, in truth, only two minutes had passed since the toys jammed themselves inside her, plugging her holes in an endless cycle of pleasure. She felt her body coming to an orgasm, her pussy clenching and spasming. Unable to hold back, she let herself cum, squirting across the stage as she milked herself dry with her fingers, her digits dripping in her arousal as she rubbed her clit endlessly. The audience cheered and clapped, the fake cocks inside of her grinding to a halt and allowing her to stand up on wobbly legs. Staggering forwards, she took a bow, before disappearing off stage, the show cutting to commercials in order to clean up the mess she had made, "Your two careers have stolen the show. That's what we're looking for. Something unique."
"So, what? You want me to drench the stage with piss or something?" Katniss asked, unwilling to admit that Clove's display had aroused her terribly. Her pussy was drenched and had she been wearing panties, they would have been sodden through. Her sneering silenced the room and they continued to watch the cycle of Tributes. Cato was as predictable and boring as she would have imagined. The crowd seemed to love it as he sprayed his cum across the stage, standing proudly before him as he spurted a measly load onto the ground. It made Katniss feel embarrassed for him, depositing something that small, yet the crowd were rowdy at the first drop. She'd never understand it. They were all for ludicrous sex and intense sensations but would lose their shit at the first sight of a simple dick. Even if he did have a rather sizable cock attached to him.
With the careers out of the way for the most part, Katniss was able to enjoy the less rehearsed interviews and get her bearings on the others. The girl from Three, Presta, had almost as much disdain for the whole process as Katniss did, dutifully being fucked by the chair of pleasure before marching off, trying to ignore the urge to sneer. The boy from Three was nothing more than a randy teenager, giddy at the thought of being in some sexual competition. However, he won the crowd over with his enthusiasm, recovering from blowing his load thirty seconds in by proving his stamina and cumming twice. No one addressed the fact that he was quick to cum even the second time, with the crowd simply thrilled at the sight of more slick and sticky white seed. Things got interesting once more when the girl tribute from Four came on stage, the final Career and one of the few people Katniss genuinely believed wanted to be there.
She acted as if she was finally on her favourite show, all grins and disbelief. Not to mention, that of all the Tributes, she was one of the... fuller, women. She was definitely the Career in which Katniss found the most innate sex appeal. Whilst Glimmer was bimbo-blonde-beautiful, and Clove was an acquired taste, Alba from Four was definitely hot. She walked out on stage in what amounted to fishing net, tailored into a dress with thin swathes of blue fabric to hide her nipples and pussy. Her breasts were round and plump yet hung well on her body without a hint of sag. Her toned stomach rolled down into curvaceous hips and a juicy arse, her thighs being thick and full. Her pussy was trimmed in such a way to reflect her district, with thin tendrils of seaweed trailing up from her hidden slit. Her brunette hair was curled into a bun, with her smile exuding a strange sexuality. Katniss had focussed on many of the other Tributes, with the primary Careers taking precedent. However, she quickly found herself interested in Alba, "Oh my god! I can't believe I'm actually here. This is like a dream come true."
"Well that is excellent to hear. Come, have a seat my dear," Caesar beckoned, sliding into his own chair. Alba, however, teetered near her seat, before stopping and turning towards Caesar. Unsure as to what she was doing, Katniss got her reaction from Portia and Effie who exclaimed with glee, the two realising that they had their first contender of the evening. The first tribute brave enough to give the other seat a go.
"I'm only going to get one chance at this, aren't I? Chances... Well, the odds, say that I may not get another go, so... I guess what I'm trying to say is that... Well... I'd like to give it a go. I'd like to take the challenge," Alba announced, Caesar feigning shock and surprise, turning to the audience and eating up the screams and cheers from them. Even Effie and Portia couldn't help themselves as they clapped, grinding to a halt after collective glares from Cinna and Haymitch.
"What do you say then folks? Shall we give her wish?" Caesar incited, knowing full well that he was going to let her. Whilst the crowd cheered and screeched, Katniss watched with acute interest as to the logistical means by which Caesar would be able to fuck anyone. With both his hands, he held his thick and heavy cock upwards, the massive length hardened and erect, yet still flopping as if it were soft. Alba giggled as she pulled her dress clean off, standing completely naked on the stage with a complete disregard for those watching her. She just wanted to enjoy the moment, "Right... Fourteen Inches is the record. Be careful not to ruin yourself before the games. We need you tight and ready to play. Facing front or back?"
"I'm used to taking it from behind so, we'll go with that!" she said excitedly, turning around and presenting her gloriously round and plump ass the TV presenter, who in turn made sure the cameras got a long close look. Lifting the head of his bulbous cock up to her folds, he held himself in place and allowed Alba to adjust herself accordingly. The mere brushing hint of his cock up against her pussy was enough to make her shiver, her pussy tightening instinctively as such a thick intrusive object threatened to split her in two. Secretly, she had practiced for this since she was a young girl, having fallen in love with the show in her early teens. Her pussy wasn't exactly loose, but she could remember finding the largest objects and dildos she could find and plunging them inside herself, wanting to stretch and prepare herself. That was part of the appeal of becoming a Career. In amongst the rigorous combat training, you were treated to luxuries often reserved only for the Capitol. Which meant the most exotic sex-toys you could imagine. And thus, Alba made sure that she was In that position, so she could bounce along twelve-inch horse-cock dildos in order to get her ready for the challenge of a life-time. It was incredibly clear that she was the definition of a size queen; a girl after bigger and thicker cocks. And now, she had the biggest of them all nestled up against her teenage cunt, ready to plunder her tight, clutching depths.
Even the slightest brushing of the thick, massive length against her pussy sent shivers through her spine, but with a glee and excitement that was quite enthralling, she gently shuffled backwards, getting herself in a position where she could apply pressure to herself. Grasping the head of the man's cock, she rubbed it along her folds, glossing it over with a thin layer of arousal, all before nestling the thinnest part of his head against her entrance. With a little work and a little stretching, she slowly managed to ease herself backwards, forcing her folds to stretch a little bit more, peel a little bit wider, until finally, it popped inside her. Her eyes flew wider open, her jaw hitting the floor. The audience looked on, enthralled, engrossed and ready to see how much the young girl could take. She froze entirely as that first gorgeous inch breached her pussy; and as she hovered there, motionless, she let out a deep, orgasmic moan of pure and utter satisfaction.
"Oh yeah..." Alba groaned, the audience cheering her outburst. She let go of his cock, letting her hands slide around to her ass cheeks. She kept the perfectly spread, knowing how much the cameras liked a shot of a girl's rear. Even though she was currently relishing one of her major fantasies, she still knew how to put on a show and made sure her tight winking arsehole was flashed perfectly on the screen. Moaning, she began to gently ease backwards, her eyes rolling closed as she slowly felt her pussy get stretched beyond belief. The first inch was the thinnest of all the inches and as she sank herself backwards, she felt it getting wider and wider, her pussy contorting more and more. Even as she thought she had stretched as much as she'd need to, she somehow felt herself prying apart even more. And she had barely taken all of the second inch of his cock. That second inch was the challenge. The first one would slip into anyone, but the second one would test vaginal skills of the challenger. Alba moaned contently as she worked her folds over the head, peeling herself apart a little more before continuing to inch her way backwards. It was a peculiar fuck to say the least. Never before had she been forced to walk backwards in order to get fucked. Normally it was as simple as bouncing back and forth on the spot, yet here, she was gently shuffling her rear closer and closer to the chair, moaning and grinning like a schoolgirl. The audience loved it, yet Katniss couldn't help but stare at her pussy, watching the folds get torn apart, spreading wider than she thought possible. Slowly, the grotesque nature of it all bled away and she found herself peculiarly aroused by it all. Not enough to give it a shot. After all, she was an anal girl through and through, and she was definitely not mental enough to let that thing anywhere near her arse. But she was curious about Alba. Enough to note her name down. Maybe she'd be worth an encounter in the arena.
Stopping herself suddenly, Katniss realised how she was thinking, how she was using this to plan her time In the arena. The fact that she had succumb to it was baffling to her, yet she couldn't focus on it for much longer as Effie piped up again, "This is the tricky part. See... Most people try to just sit down onto his cock. The angle isn't right. You need to get up on the chair and straddle it. So, you are sinking down, not onto. Fourth inch is always the difficult part. But... Look at her go..."
The fourth inch disappeared inside of Alba and she got close enough to Caesar that she didn't need to walk back. Just like Effie said, Alba attempted to sit back onto the rest of the cock, Caesar's massive length folding slightly, making an awkward angle. Still, she continued, slowly guiding her ass down the rest of his shaft. It went surprisingly swiftly at this point, with inch after inch forcing it's way inside her. The hard work had been done, it was now simply a case of stamina and keeping the momentum. Yet, as she came to the ninth inch, she hit her road block. Grunting, she ground to a halt, her face contorting it a flinch of pain. Not wanting to concede just yet, she boldly lifted herself up and along the last few inches, bouncing a couple times along the man's cock, enough to receive a gasp from the crowd, whilst Katniss looked onwards, baffled. Building up a little rhythm, she then poured everything into one last push. Pushing a little to hard, she got ten inches inside her before yelped with pain, falling forwards and letting her pussy glide of the end of his cock, the man applauding her attempt as he helped her up and off the floor. Giggling, she bowed for the crowd, watching as the man slipped back into his seat. She wasn't done just yet however, as she slid onto her knees and lifted the head of Caesar's cock to her lips. Planting a soft and purposeful kiss on the head of his cock, she pulled away and muttered into the camera, "For good luck..."
The audience cheered and Katniss feigned disgust, masking the arousal she felt towards the woman. Watching as she swept up the tatters of her meek dress and bounced of the stage, her ass jiggling as she went, Katniss watched as Caesar welcomed the boy from four. He was young; about the same age as Prim. Katniss could see the inexperience on his face, the uncertainty as he sat down into the chair. He became almost unresponsive as the chair switched into high gear, the boy only able to give out brief responses, his cock twitching and spurting cum out of his cock in a long and constant stream. The way the boy talked about girls was like a teenage boy first discovering that he liked them. He called breasts, boobies and talked about girl's cunts in a way that elicited laughter from the audience. Yet no one could deny that he didn't make an impression on him. Though Katniss knew the audience were like horny voyeurs, hoping that the young and innocent boy was degraded and ruined by the games. None of them even caught his name; Core.
Then there was her. She took Katniss by surprise, just like with Alba, but for different reasons. She saw a lot of herself in the young redhead and as she walked on, dressed in a rather nice dress, flaunting little to no skin, she made an impression on the brunette. She was playing it like it was a normal Hunger Games. Katniss didn't know if it was because she didn't have much to offer sexually, or whether it was simply a tactical play. And yet, Katniss was enamoured. More so than the audience who rolled their eyes at the fact they couldn't see the girl's nipples. Even as she answered the questions courteously, smiling all the way, moaning softly as she was penetrated from below, the audience didn't sway. Katniss was however. Maybe that was her plan. She wasn't winning over the audiences, but the other tributes. Katniss gave way to such ludicrous speculation that she didn't catch the girl's name, branding her as 'Foxface' for want of a better name.
Regardless, the rest of the show was rather tawdry by comparison. The girl from Six confessed that she was a lesbian and found no interest in men, no doubt a ploy to try and acquire more sponsors, but ultimately putting a target on the back of her head for the careers who would take great personal pleasure in ensuring that the blonde was convinced otherwise. Forcefully. The boys maintained a rather boring dichotomy. Either they were horny teenagers, or shy horny teenagers. Nothing entirely special. Regardless, Katniss had her eye on the ladies. She had more experience on that front and found them to be far less taxing than the boys on offer. Birna from Seven revealed she was a virgin, again a ploy for popularity by unwittingly making herself a target. Serene from Eight rather expertly deepthroated a twelve-inch dildo, making the audience immediately fall in love with her, whilst also making her a rather popular choice amongst the rest of the Tributes. Not that the Careers paid much interest. In their minds, it didn't matter if someone was talented or not. With enough persuasion, everyone can deepthroat a twelve-inch dildo. Amara and Hela from nine and ten respectively, were rather unremarkable despite being decidedly cute. They weren't that young on the scale of tributes, yet they had a certain childlike look to them. It made them popular in a quiet, shy sort of way. And once again reminded Katniss of Prim. Though none more than the girl from eleven: Rue.
Having taken a leaf out of Katniss and Peeta, Rue's designers had opted for the young girl to walk out on stage dressed in nothing at all. Her small frame was completely exposed, her body almost entirely identical to that of Prim's only with black skin. The small, perky little breasts, round, cute little ass. Flat, clean shaven pussy. She made Katniss's heart melt. The thought of her sister being in her place destroyed her, but to see someone of similar age and build in the competition? Not only did it annoyingly arouse her, but she definitely felt something for the young girl. A protective nature? Perhaps. Or perhaps Katniss had been away from Prim to long and her arousal for her sister was bleeding into her judgement. However, Katniss barely paid attention to Rue's interview, instead focussing on the young girl's soft features, the moans that escaped her lips as the chair activated, the cute little giggle she gave when asked about boys. It was Prim all over.
It almost distracted Katniss from the pressing and looming fact that she was about to go onstage. After Rue disappeared, Thresh came on and immediately wowed the Capitol audiences over. It was rather pathetic of them, that seeing a muscular black man with an admittedly sizable cock fulfilled their fantasies and stereotypes. To them, he was the exotic character. The one that piqued their interest in a foreign manner. It sickened Katniss, however, her indignant defiance of Capitol norms was short-lived as Effie thrust her out of the door and into the long hallway that led to the massive auditorium. Frozen in place, she expected someone to walk with her, but she was on her own. Nervous and about to step out on stage in front of a hoard of lecherous, sex-crazed lunatics. Sex-crazed lunatics that expected her to be something she wasn't. Not only that, but hey, had sat through twenty-two people being who they weren't and were either inevitable tired or expecting far more than Katniss would provide. Still, she stepped towards the entrance to backstage and was immediately ushered forwards by stage-hands. They were dressed properly, briefly giving Katniss a modicum of comfort before stealing it away. She saw the stage, the chair, the man himself and his gargantuan cock, looming between his thighs. She saw the crowd, the audience, the roaring masses, all of whom were stood beneath giant screens, all of which would be displaying her confused and startled face in a moment. Pushed towards the side of the stage, she watched as Thresh waved and walked off, the clean-up crew coming to wipe the chair clean as Caesar vamped for a bit, all before rising and walking to the centre stage, making her inevitable arrival all the more climactic.
She didn't even hear her name get shouted out. All she felt was someone prod her out and up onto the stage, her blank and listless stare stretching out across the crowd as they roared and screamed violently at her arrival. Confused, she glanced down at herself instinctively, thinking that there was something wrong with her outfit. Then and only then did she realise that her dress had hiked up just enough to flash her pussy proudly, combined with a juicy view of her arse which was proudly displayed on the massive screens. Moving to fix it, she stopped herself and continued to shuffle onto the stage, Caesar guiding her by the arm and leading her to her chair. Sitting down nervously on the chair, she looked out at the raging crowd, blissfully unaware that their cheers were quietening down, and that Caesar had begun to ask her a question, "Katniss? What are your thoughts? You look a bit star-struck."
"What? Yeah, oh... Sorry... Is it real?" Katniss blurted out dumbly, her thoughts a mess and pure instinct taking over.
She felt as if someone had taken over her body as she stared at the man's enormous cock, the man laughing as the crowd joined him.
"Naturally... Well, it's been enhanced a little. Price you've got to pay for TV stardom!" he laughed, the crowd chuckling in response as Katniss suddenly snapped back into. Reassessing the situation, she giggled, brushing her hair out of her eye and deliberately uncrossing her legs, all before trying to appear flirtatious.
"You'll have to give me the name of your surgeon. I know a few people in dire need of some... enhancement," she smirked, the crowd laughing in response as she blushed. Wiping her face, she smiled, "Sorry. It's a little bit of a shock. Crowds and all."
"Yes, it can be for first timers. I imagine nothing like this has ever happened back in twelve. Tell me, is it true that people in twelve still wear underwear? I mean, for practical use as opposed for stylisation?" Caesar asked coyly, Katniss giggling despite the obvious dig at her district. She knew she'd have to play up the self-deprecation a little in order to win the crowds.
"Well, take a look at me. A true Twelve girl through and through... And well..." She smiled, adjusting her legs a little further for the cameras to peek a glance up her skirt and reveal her pantiless crotch, her folds slickened primarily due to the previous interviews as opposed to her own. She wagered she'd have been bone dry if she hadn't watched a few of the other Tributes, "And not everyone in Twelve is a prude. There are certain illicit corners..."
"And do you frequent these... illicit corners? Do tell. I can imagine they are quite different from the illicit corners of the Capitol. Frankly, the most illicit corners of the Capitol are the ones where everyone is still dressed. Scandalous!" Caesar beamed, the crowds agreeing.
"I've been to a few. Truth be told... There was a small corner of the black-market in which I bought my first ever sex-toy. A wooden strap-on. I brought it straight home to use with my..." Katniss began to ramble on, forgetting herself. It was almost as if she had to battle herself to stay true to the Twelve Katniss and this oversexualised fantasy of a woman that she was playing at the moment. The sudden memory of her sister caught her off-guard and whilst she tried desperately to not mention it was her sister, she found herself murmuring her name by accident, "Prim..."
"Prim? Ah...The little sister... Incest, Katniss? My, my... You're sounding more like a Capitol girl by the minute. I do have to admit... Well, it melted my heart to see you volunteer for your sister. And that was before you truly knew the extent of the games, no? You were still saving your sister from a frightful fight for her life as an opposed to the new sexual extravaganza that game makers have designed for us this year. Quite heart-breaking indeed," Caesar murmured, turning serious for a moment as Katniss pondered her sister for a moment. The glitz and the glamour of the situation often clouded exactly why she was doing this... And it brought a smile to her face to think of her sister, "Well... How does that make you feel?"
"Confidant... Because I'm going to have to win now, won't I? I'm going to see her again, so to me it's pretty cut and dry as to what's going to happen in the games," Katniss said boldly, the man smiling as the audience fell silent for her. Reaching out and shaking Katniss's hand, they awaited the applause of the crowd to die down before Caesar suddenly burst into life once more.
"Oh, dear me! We got so caught up in conversation that I completely forgot to activate the Seat. I'd be a hack if I didn't give the audience a glance at the Girl On Fire having even more ecstatic fun. What do you say to a little pre-show for the audience? I'm sure we can squeeze a couple minutes out?" Caesar smiled, lifting up the remote and receiving a cheer from the audience.
"Of course. It wouldn't be right to leave without giving a little tease. Why don't you crank it all the way up to max settings? Seeing as we are pushed for time?" Katniss said boldly, having to curb herself as she realised exactly what she was agreeing to.
"Really? Are you sure? The last girl who made that decision was rendered near catatonic instantly," Caesar asked, wanting to reaffirm Katniss's decision to go all the way. Whilst even she wasn't sure, Katniss couldn't back down now. Not with a lecherous, leering audience glaring at her, expecting fireworks to burst from between her thighs and ass cheeks.
"Of course. Girls from Twelve are a little more robust than those from two. Give me all you've got," Katniss smiled, curling her fingers around the edge of arms of the chair, her nails digging into the plastic already, before she had even had the pleasure of the first penetration. However, Caesar willing allowed her the full and unadulterated treatment, the young girl fretfully fidgeting as she felt the two metallic cocks slide into place. The first one nestled itself up against her pussy, the bulbous head prying her slick folds apart and nestling perfectly up against her entrance, prepared to plunge into her at a moments notice. The one thrust up against her ass was lubricated enough and she knew she would have no problem or trouble with it thrusting hard and fast into her tight, clutching rear. She had experienced enough anal back in Twelve to be able to accommodate the toy with ease. She only hoped that Clove had been exaggerating the exceptional pleasure she was feeling. Not that Katniss was entirely averse to immense pleasure, but she certainly hoped she'd be able to maintain conversation and be able to walk off stage rather well-composed.
Slowly, Caesar began to twist the dials of the device, slowly building up the pleasure. The dildoes began to move, driving into her in unison. Easing in at first, they buried themselves deep inside her, taking her by surprise. She expected them to be small three to five-inch cocks, but they thrust all the way up to eight, sliding deep into her holes and eliciting a moan of pure orgasmic pleasure. Breathing steadily, she kept herself composed, even as they picked up speed, reaching those that she would comfortably be fucked at.
The dials were only at half, but what came next caused her eyes to roll closed. Flicking a switch, the cocks began to vibrate deep within her, the most pleasurable moments being when the one in her pussy pulled back and her sensitive folds shuddered with the motions of the cock. Returning his fingers to the dials, he began to turn them all the way up to max, the speed pounding her hard enough to almost lift her from the chair. Forcing herself to remain seated, she moaned gently, knowing that she would be able to keep herself together if she tried. They were moving at speeds that Katniss would never be able to be fucked at. Faster than anyone would be able to move. However, she quickly realised that Clove's discomfort and immediate reduction into the realms of pleasure were due to her lack of anal abilities. The one inside Katniss's pussy was pleasurable and bearable, hell, even subtle enough for Katniss's likings, whilst the one in the arse was the one that would cause the most trouble. Had she not grown up on the pleasures of her rear entrance, this would have been unfoundedly intense and would reduce her to a mere babble of incomprehensible words. Moaning, she kept herself firmly seated, her eyes bursting open as Caesar began to speak, "So tell us more about your encounters with your sister? I have no doubts that the audience wish to know more."
"We'd fuck almost every morning..." Katniss moaned instinctively, prioritising her continued conversation as opposed to being candid. It didn't even cross her mind that there would those at home watching the interviews that would see this. Opening her eyes, she found herself unable to stop moaning, but she continued to talk regardless, even as her tight, slutty little holes were hammered, the wet slaps of her pussy and ass being fucked filling the auditorium, "She'd have night terrors and... We started to kiss one night to relax her and... Then... Oh fuck... We began to fool around and play with each other. Then... When she'd get night terrors, I'd have sex with her and calm her... Mmm fuck... Then she'd start pretending to have night terrors just, so I'd eat her out..."
"I can hardly blame her... And what did your mother say? Or did she..." Caesar smiled, his cock throbbing at the sight of Katniss. He wasn't supposed to have favourites, but there was something about the girl from the sexually repressed District Twelve turning out to be a flagrant slut. That and he always had a fondness for those who could withstand the intense pleasures of the max settings. Gave him hope that they'd be able to take more of his cock than most. Not that he'd spring such a thing on her. Instead, he watched with glee as the cocks pounded up and into her, slamming harder and harder, her breasts shaking free of the tight- fitting dress. The vibrations and rough pounding thrusts knocked her dress away, her jiggling breasts bouncing free, her nipples rock hard and incredibly pinchable. Luckily for Caesar, Katniss was of the same opinion, lunging a hand to her breasts and lightly squeezing her sensitive teat, plucking on the pink nub and moaning as a result.
"Nothing... She never knew... I don't think so at least... She never saw us... Though... I... I... I saw her once. We only have one bed and she... she lay upon it... She was naked... Thin and athletic... Her small... perky... Oh, my... She was masturbating... And... I heard her moan my name..." Katniss spoke, remembering the evening well. It drenched her pussy and she couldn't help but play with herself at the sight of her mother spread-eagle and rubbing her pussy, moaning a chorus of her name. She debated walking; walking in and joining her. But things had never been that good between them and adding sex to the equation only promised to complicate things.
"Sounds like a family I'd like to meet. Well, I'm sure the audience will join me in wishing you good luck. I think we hope for the sake of your sister that you win and get home. No doubt the bed will be awfully cold without you..." Caesar smiled, watching as Katniss approached her orgasm. She wondered how he knew, but the answer was obvious. Not only did she wear her orgasm on her lips, but he had seen enough people writhing around on his chair to notice when they were about to cum.
Moaning loudly, she began to shudder, the most intense orgasm she could imagine taking hold of her and sending her body haywire. She was thankful that Caesar had ended their conversation then as she wouldn't have been able to hold herself together long enough to respond. Her pussy tightened, and her ass clenched, her back arching as she squealed with delight. Much to her surprise, and the audiences, Katniss's orgasm caused her to squirt, her pussy spraying her orgasm across the stage in a wide and delicious arc. She heard the crowds clapping, as she rode down her orgasm, Caesar slowly lessening the intensity of the dildos and clapping as well. She felt them pull out of her ass, retracting into the chair. Breathing heavily, she opened eyes, instantly knowing that she couldn't be vapid and exhausted. Faking energy, she rose to her feet and bowed politely, waving briefly as Caesar guided her off stage. Walking straight and with a bounce, she made sure that the cameras had left her before collapsing into Cinna's arms at the side of the stage, her body exhausted and unbelievably tired. Effie and Haymitch helped her to her feet, finding her a seat to recuperate on.