The Hunger Games: A More Sexual Story

by lionfootball

The Hunger Games, but brimming with sex. Katniss is gonna fuck her way to the top, but will her pussy and arse be enough? Sex in every chapter, pure smut, and a twist on the actual games! Warnings: Graphic sex, anal, ass licking, m/f, f/f, m/f/m, pussy licking, strap on (Pretty much perversion under the sun!)

15. The Cornucopia

The helicopter ride over to the arena was unbearable for a multitude of reasons.

There were large and rather sordid injections to prevent pregnancy and to keep track of all of them, not to mention the distinct tension between the Tributes, all of whom were slowly coming to the gradual realisation that this was the day. Katniss sat there, sick to the stomach, trying to hold back her breakfast as she was bombarded with the second most egregious annoyance. There were large screens above each of the Tributes, blaring out the rules and the assigned scoreboard for perverse and sexual acts. Not only was it completely dissuading and disheartening, but it was completely pointless. Katniss had memorised each of the entries on the scoreboard, could recite the rules down to the tee, and could do all of that backwards in her sleep. Having them displayed on bright neon screens was hardly a help at this stage, and frankly, anyone who hadn't memorised them was a fool.

The Seventy-Fourth Annual Hunger Games rules have changed. No longer are contestants to fight to the death, but instead engage in sexual activities with one another in an attempt to accrue points. After an initial period of two weeks -in which no eliminations will be served-, the Tribute with lowest score will be eliminated and executed by the Capitol. Each subsequent day following that initial elimination will see the Tribute with the lowest score eliminated and execute by the Capitol. Points will be awarded as follows:

BASELINE POINTS:

Masturbation: 5

Masturbation w/toy: 5 x No. of Inches Over 10

Oral: 10

Rimjob: 15

Vaginal Sex: 20

Anal Sex: 25

MODIFIERS:

Group Sex: Points x No. People

Same Sex: Points x 2

Double Penetration Of Singular Hole: Points x 5

ORGASM:

Forced Orgasm: Tribute Loses The Number Of Baseline Points Earned

Facial: 10
Swallow: 20 Outstanding Display: 50

Haymitch had told Katniss that the very last entry on the scoreboard had been added at late notice, the man joking about how it was added to reflect her outstanding performance in her assessment and that the Game-Makers were obviously hoping for her to repeat her previous... feat. She smirked at the thought she made such an impact, but she brushed it from her mind. The helicopter swiftly landed, and she was bundled out rather forcefully and led into an underground area. The Tributes were all marched around a circular corridor, every so often one of them getting picked out and pushed through a door marked with their gender and District Number. Counter to the majority of her experiences with the Games, she wasn't last and was pushed rather swiftly through her corresponding door, staggering aimlessly into a small room, her eyes widening with glee as she met eyes with Cinna. Lunging at him, she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him tight. They didn't need to say anything. Anything that could have been said would have been pointless and completely without place. However, as they pulled apart, Cinna gestured to a coat- hanger on the wall, causing Katniss to break the silence, "They expect me to wear this?"

It was completely impractical. Completely and utterly impractical. It was rather conservative for the Capitol and she took comfort in its simplicity. It was a simple black cotton pair of panties and bra, each of which had been emblazoned with the number twelve across both her nipples and her crotch. It didn't stop the fact that she was expected to wear underwear in what could possibly be a frozen tundra. She expected that she wouldn't be thrust out into the beginning of the games wearing less underwear than she currently had on. However, she was quick to realise just what had been leading up to this moment. There was very little in this world to suggest that she would be wearing anything remotely sensible. Smirking, Cinna interjected, "Unfortunately, I had no say in the design. However, as a means to encourage... nudity, the Game Markers injected you with a micro-warmer. Heats the blood up if things get cold. Wouldn't recommend going without a fire for too long, but you won't freeze to death with your bits out. Would you like me to give you a moment?"

"No. No point. You've seen it all and you'll see a lot more soon enough..." Katniss sighed, pulling of her clothing rather unashamedly, simply dropping her t-shirt and bra to the floor, being quick to get entirely naked, all before simply pulling on the bra and panties, letting them sit naturally on her hips. Turning to face Cinna, she stopped suddenly and reached behind her, gently pulling the fabric up between her ass cheeks, letting it pinch her bum a little. Turning back around, she flaunted her flossed ass cheeks with a smile, "Better? More Capitol, eh?"

"You've paid attention. You got a minute..." Cinna chuckled, gesturing towards the tube. Katniss's heart sank as she saw it. Suddenly, the playful banter between friends seemed quite sombre. It wasn't like she was marching of to her immediate death, but the Game Makers made it explicitly clear that they would die if they lost.

There was no surviving the Hunger Games, even if they did bend over backwards to change the rules. It was just as deadly, just with a different dressing. And she was still about to march out into hell. Breathing deeply, she entered, the small chamber, turning around to face Cinna as he offered up one last smile, giving her a warming nod that she took as best she could. Again, there were no need for words. At least not real or meaningful ones. Neither of them were particularly good at them, or even wanted them. The last thing Katniss would have wanted was a soppy farewell. She took that nod as a sign that he understood her. Understood that.

Suddenly, the cylinder closed, and she was trapped. Panicking, she instinctually lunged forwards and planted her hands against the glass, only to feel the floor beneath her begin to rise. Breathing heavily, she glanced back at Cinna, calming herself as he slowly moved out of view. The slow push upwards gave her time to think; time to conquer her claustrophobia and actually make a game-plan. She had formulate so many plans with Haymitch and none seemed like the best option. In the normal Hunger Games there was a very real and viable strategy. Abandon the initial bloodbath as it was statistically the most likely way you would die. Yet here, there was genuine reason and actual value to engage in it. She had debated about simply grabbing a bag, ensuring she had a dildo and leaving for the forests, but it didn't seem that profitable. There would be people like Cato, Marvel and Clove who would stick their dicks in anything that came by them, indulging in the pure perversity of the initial outburst, and yet there would be the people who would be too furtive, more reserved. In the end, It was less about gaining points in that initial push and instead about making an impression. People would be more interested in the secret contender who disappeared into the woods, than the average person who found a dildo and went for it. The points would all come later. It was about catching the Sponsors eyes. Before she could even comprehend or come to a conclusion; a conclusion she had been sure she had come to dozens of times over the past few days, yet somehow, she was once again debating it all. Yet here she was... About to face the Hunger Games. The roof peeled apart, and the sun shone in; and before she knew it, she was standing atop her podium, facing into the circle, her half-naked body exposed to the cameras and the twenty- three other boys and girls in an identical position to her.

Breathing heavily, she watched as several of the contestants swiftly and unashamedly pulled their underwear off, throwing it to their feet and making careful effort to not toss it into the mine-field. All the Careers, including Alba from four did so, exposing themselves early and without hassle, knowing full well that their plans were to just dominate in these first few moments. Strangely enough, both Foxface and Hela were quick to drop their own panties and bra, joining Peeta in getting naked instantly. Panicking, Katniss decided that there was some merit in doing so, but only managed to shirk her bra before the countdown began to blare out over the sound-system, echoing through the forest. Glancing down at the cornucopia, Katniss was met with surprise at just what there was. There were racks upon racks of dildos, ranging in sizes; from large to obscene, and even further. Not to mention there were intricate strapons and other lesbian orientated devices as well. The strangest objects were the number of Sybians that were sat around the small building, making Katniss question the Game- Makers intentions. They could hardly expect them to simply just wheel a massive sex machine out into the forest, could they? Ignoring that, she noticed there were a handful of pre- packed backpacks that made for Katniss's focus. She would grab one of them, see if there was an outlier in the initial outbreak and hopefully engage with them. If she could get to Peeta, she could easily fuck him, but she debated whether or not that would be lighting the match too soon. There were a number of people waiting to see the two of them fuck on camera, so much so that the wondered if blowing that proverbial load to earlier would only serve to completely and utterly alienate their hopes of winning. These thoughts all bombarded her head, right up until the moment that the countdown hit zero, at which point, everything disappeared; the panic, the fear, the doubt. All of it flooded out of her head, becoming replaced by passionate power and desire. She saw the cornucopia and knew exactly what to do, "Three... Two... One... Go!"

The initial flurry was difficult to describe as always. Coined as the initial bloodbath whenever played by the standard rules, it was to be expected that this year would be similar, only different bodily fluids would soak the grass this time.

Katniss rushed off of the podium and immediately began to run for the centre, surprised by just how many people followed suit. In fact, only four of the Tributes made a b-line straight for the forest, including the small girl from eleven, Presta, the boy from ten and the boy from five. Ignoring them, Katniss watched as Clove immediately tore away in front of everyone else, using her smaller nimbler frame to outpace everyone and to be the first to grab at the new armoury. It was no surprised what she went for, immediately grabbing the largest strapon she could find, a whopping twelve inches of thick, ribbed plastic, modelled in black and exceptionally thick. Her weapon of choice. Turning to face the amassing group, she made no attempt at reservation and instantly ran to tackle the nearest person. The unlucky, or lucky, Tribute, was the blonde from District Seven, Birna, who was taken aback by the sudden pace at which Clove sprinted at her, and was instantly taken to the ground, crashing onto her back. The fight or flight response took over her body as she rolled onto her belly and immediately attempted to crawl away, a futile display of weakness upon her part as Clove leapt forwards and planted herself firmly on her back, pinning her in place as she looked down at the blonde's plump and juicy arse. Moans flooded from Clove's lips as she brought the head of the strapon to her lips, gently suckling on it for a moment, before drizzling saliva down into the young girl's ass crack.

Nestling the head of the toy up against Birna's tight little asshole, she let a grin stretch across her face. Every bone in Birna's body tried to tell her to relax and simply enjoy it; the penalty of being brought to a forced orgasm being quite severe, yet like a couple of the other Tributes, Birna wasn't well versed in the world of anal and the prospect of being impaled on a thick, throbbing strapon, right into her clutching ass, was a little more than she was able to readily stomach. Especially so soon. That and Clove was not a considerate lover, caring very little for the girl's disposition towards anal. All Clove cared about was the fact that she needed to display her ferocity and fire, with the best way to do so being to shove the largest cock she could find up the first arse she laid eyes on. She'd half hoped it would be Katniss squirming beneath her, yet there was plenty time for that.

Without a single thought to haste, Clove slipped the dildo deep into the writhing, clutching arse of the girl beneath her, Birna letting out a squeal of pain and pleasure as she experienced one of the largest objects, she had ever seen piercing her arse. Clove didn't let up, thrusting the strapon deep into Birna's ass, not even bothering to put it on properly, but instead simply using it as a dildo, worrying about actually slipping it on later. Letting out deep and lustful moans as she pushed it inside, Clove used her free hand to rub her clit furiously, embracing her animalistic demeanour and becoming near savage in her desire for pleasure, all in all making a distinct impression upon anyone who saw her. Birna gritted her teeth and calmed herself, swiftly beginning to murmur to herself. Under other circumstances, this would have been a completely different situation, however, this is what she was here to do and if she wanted to win, she didn't just need to succumb, but she needed to enjoy it. As the last few inches of the plastic toy eased themselves inside, Birna felt a flicker of pleasure; a flicker of satisfaction fostered from the feeling of being full of cock. She let out a meek moan but realised that if this orgasm was going to count for proper points, she needed to bring more pleasure into her body.

She wasn't sure how the Game Makers judged what was forced and what wasn't, but she made every effort to make it seem as if she was gagging for it. Pushing her arse upwards, she arched her back, the newfound position not only making it seem like she was pushing into the cock, but it also allowed her to thread a hand down between her body and the ground, slipping a finger up against her clit and rubbing it softly as Clove claimed her ass as a plaything for the foreseeable future, intending to make sure that her ass remembered each and every stroke of the thick, bulging cock. The only thing that would have made the positioning and her first sexual encounter of the Games even better would have been if she wasn't relegated to playing with herself.

Noticing the small ribbed plastic and the small pair of dildos on the inside of the strapon, she adjusted herself so that she could rub up against them, not daring to alleviate the pressure she was using to pin Birna in place. She would put the strapon on in a moment, but she didn't want to give Birna a chance to escape or a chance to turn the tables. Clove may have been tenacious and well trained, but her body was built for speed and nimbleness, not strength. If she was flipped onto her back by Birna, there was a chance she'd be able to overwhelm the lithe little teen and have her way with her. Something that the proud and dominant mistress Clove wouldn't be particularly happy with. She hated being bent over by men to be used, and much preferred being the one to bend men over.

As Katniss approached the Cornucopia, she ground to a halt, stalling just shy of Marvel and Cato, who leered around the building like a pack of wolves. They were scanning the advancing Tributes for their chosen targets, having picked out who they were going to fuck first long before the Games even began. They glossed over Katniss for the same reason that Katniss was uncertain about Peeta. The Capitol Citizens wanted Katniss to be properly fucked; good and proper. Giving them what they wanted instantly would be a bad move. Instead, they searched for their targets, immediately meeting their eyes and setting fear inside them. Marvel set his eyes on the supposed lesbian, deciding that he would test her true desires. Running straight for her, Luna immediately buckled, knowing what was about to happen. Instead of running, she stopped in place and simply extended her arms, welcoming the challenge, something that felt unbearably wrong, yet would have to become second instinct if she was to stand a chance. Pushing the young girl to the ground, Marvel watched as she happily spread her legs, threading her fingers down through her folds so as to open her nice little hole to him. Shooting him a look as if to say, 'get on with it', Luna simply waited for the inevitable first thrust. She was a lesbian; truthfully, but she had come to terms with the fact that she was going to be getting a significant amount of cock stuffed inside her whether she liked it or not, and thus she took to the first instance of that with great ease and indifference, almost flaunting how little she thought of Marvel and his brutish physique, paired with his rather sizable cock. She had hoped to get her hands on Serene but wasn't going to struggle against Marvel. If he wanted to fuck her, he was more than welcome to. She knew she stood no hopes of fighting him.

Conflicted, Marvel quickly decided that he would have to fuck her. The fact that she was so willing and open changed nothing. He was still going to, in his own deluded way, be the one to turn that lesbian whore into a cock-loving sex-toy. As he slid down to his knees, an idea crossed his mind, one that would allow him to properly make her eyes widen not In pleasure but in distaste. If she was a lesbian and she was willing to be fucked by guys for the Games, maybe she wasn't entirely aware of how many of her holes guys could fuck. Moving towards her pussy, he made a pass over it, quickly straddling her breasts and holding his cock above her lips. Her eyes widened as she realised what he wanted. She had hoped he would have settled for her cunt, but she couldn't help but want to slap him as he looked down at her with that stupid grin. Begrudgingly parting her lips, she allowed him into her mouth, repulsed by the taste of cock and pre-cum, but forcing herself to gently suck on it as best she could. Wrapping her pretty blonde hair around his hand, he grabbed her head and forced it upwards, thrusting downwards in tandem with the motion and sinking half his cock into her unexpectant, untrained throat. Gagging immediately, her eyes widened, her body shuddering with disgust. It wasn't that she was being forced, but she absolutely hated it. Each inch pulsated and throbbed in her throat, her gullet in turn fighting each push his cock made, despite her having little to no means to stop him for slowly easing forwards, teasingly taunting her as he sank into her throat, jamming every inch of his thick cock inside of her. Resting her plump, delicate lips up against his crotch, Marvel adored the way she looked speared on his shaft, saliva dribbling down from her stuffed lips, her face already becoming a little dishevelled and messy. Without even waiting, he drew his hips back and began to roughly pound her tight, spasming throat, submerging his cock in a slick and sloppy throat, her lips stretching to accommodate it as she dribbled all over herself.

Luna wasn't going to simply be throat-fucked without doing something of her own.

The beautiful thing about the change in rules meant that the Careers were no longer feared as much as they were before. At least, not if you really thought about it. And thus, Luna, who would have fled an encounter with a Career if the rules hadn't changed, grew bold enough to lift her hands around and behind Marvel. With his mind flooded with the pleasure of her throat, Marvel was oblivious to the young blonde peeling her taut, muscular arse cheeks apart and nestling three fingers against his asshole. It wasn't until it was too late that he realised what she was doing. As she thrust her digits deep into his ass, not even waiting to get a go ahead and simply plunging them in as deep as possible, Marvel grunted, grinding to a halt. It really wasn't the fact that it was his ass, but rather the lack of lubricant and build up to it. As a Career, training for this year, he had taken it up the arse rather liberally, all in preparation, yet he couldn't have prepared for the suddenness of Luna's push. Looking up at him, through watery eyes and a sloppy face, she smirked around his cock, starting to drill her fingers in and out of his ass as he began to pound her throat mercilessly, doing his best to properly destroy him after what amount to disrespectful insubordination in his mind. And thus, Marvel and Luna were locked in a strange battle of trying to out- discomfort the other by forcing themselves into one of their entrances, all without the knowledge that they were both willing participants. Ultimately, it boiled down to being a perverse hate-fucking of sorts, but upon equal ground.

There was no equal ground in Cato's target, however. None at all. Cato didn't care for the Career tactics of pacing oneself and not giving the audience what they wanted. Well, he did, but not in this case. When it came to his choice, there was so much that could be done, so much that could be brought from the world of sexual perversity, that if it was only him and his chosen fuck-slut left at the very end, he would still have weeks of kinky torment he could unleash upon him. And whilst there was a sea of gorgeous, stunning women int the open field, one thing was on Cato's mind. Points. And it was double points if the ass he was fucking belonged to a guy.

And who better to ruin with his thick, juicy cock, than the young boy from four; Core.

[GAY CONTENT]

As soon as their eyes met, Core turned and attempted to make a break for it, however Cato was on him like a hound. With one arm wrapped around the boy's waist, Cato dragged him towards the Cornucopia building tossing him instead and standing, hulking over him. The boy made several attempts to try and sprint past him, but was shot down on every attempt, trapped in place, crawling back and away from Cato.

Drizzling one mouthful of saliva into his hand, Cato began to slowly stroke himself off, making sure that each long firm jerk made his cock nice and hard. He didn't lubricate it entirely, leaving the saliva spread thinly across his length, making for a rough entry into Core's ass when that time came. Much to Core's dismay, Cato was intent on making sure this was as long and drawn out as possible. Unbeknownst to him, Cato had plans for the Games, and Core was a big part of them. With the arena spreading many miles across, why try to hunt people down when you can have your own personal little fuck-sluts, bound and at your disposal. Just one of the many ways Cato was going to degrade the young, impressionable Core.

Grabbing the boy by his curled hair, Cato tossed him onto the ground, the boy unwittingly presenting his cute little ass as he tried to crawl away. Sinking to his knees, Cato held the boy's hips in place, smacking his thick cock down and between his young, juicy little cheeks. Gently massaging his cock with the boy's ass, Cato dragged it out for as long as possible, wanting the boy to truly fear the moment he was impaled. Swinging his fists behind him, he futilely attempted to fight Cato, only to have his wrists pinned together and held in place behind his back with only one of Cato's hands, leaving the other one to guide his thick, pulsating cockhead towards the young boy's little ass. His asshole, untouched by actual cock was the perfect little cock-sheathe.

Unbearably tight and virgin; just how Cato liked his boy- toys.

Cato bore no preference towards men or women, but instead had preferences for each of them. And Core ticked all the boxes. Easing the head of his cock slowly inside of Core's tight little hole, he wrestled with his puckered entrance, trying to find the perfect angle that would give him the depth and access to the boy's young arse.

Almost losing himself in his own preamble, Cato let out a deep and husky groan as the boy's ass gave away and the first three inches of his glorious cock sank into Core's sumptuous depths, delivering Cato into a moment of pure joy and pleasure that he would milk for all it was worth. Just as he would use Core's ass to milk himself.

That first enveloping push was all it took for Core to buckle and instantly submit. It wasn't that it was pleasurable or that it was far too painful, but the simple fact that he had been bent over and claimed was enough for him to relinquish all control. Unable to find any pleasure in it, he simply gritted his teeth and succumbed to being used as a hole for Cato's pleasure. Slowly, the blonde drove forwards, savouring each inch of the boy's ass and indulging in the immense pleasure the young boy could offer. His eyes watched his puckered hole stretch and wrap around his cock, right up until the moment his entire shaft was lodged inside of Core, his heavy cum-laden balls smacking up against the young boy's shrivelled cock. Groaning loudly, Cato relished the depths of the boy, letting go of his wrists and letting his hands fall limply by his side. That first push was nice and slow; gentle even, yet Cato had made an unspoken promise to those watching the Games at that moment. A promise that he was going to defile the boy and degrade him into the filthy fuck-slut that Capitol wanted him to be. So, with one long and delicious pull backwards, he savoured the slow and tender pace for the last time, all before jack-hammering forwards and submerging the entirety of his cock deep into the boy's ass in a matter of seconds. Filling the Cornucopia with the audible smacks of his crotch colliding with Core's cheeks, and his balls smacking firmly against the young lad, Cato unleashed his unrelenting, merciless thrusts, hammering into the boy without stopping and without a second thought beyond wanting to see his ass flooded with cum. A meek whimper escaped Core as his ass was used as a toy, and rather shamefully in the young boy's mind, he felt a flicker of pleasure each time Cato's cock dragged back across his prostate, sending a brief moment of actual pleasure into his body. It was brief and could do nothing to combat the immense pain that came from having such a large cock forced into his ass again and again, with little to no lubricant and the firm power of Cato's muscular body behind it. Little did Core know that by the end of his time in the Games, Cato would have drilled into him so often, that he would succumb to the pleasure of it and become transformed into the ideal butt-slut. The Career's crowning glory and achievement.

Soon enough, the meek whimpers of the young boy were completely drowned out by the jack-hammering thrusts of the stronger, more built man. Hammering and pounding into his flexing arse slowly began to weary him, his cock beginning to twitch and throb closer to simply exploding in a flurry of his seed. The sounds coming from Core's lips were ultimately what drew Cato closer and closer to his cock unloading, so he was exceptionally thrilled to see the boy from three -Tryll-, the last of their decided Careers joining him. Cato had no opinion of the boy with his inclusion in their group being solely as a result of Glimmer insisting. She was yet to say as to why, but no one pushed her, deciding that it was better to have more options. If worst came to worst, Marvel, Cato and Clove would have him bent over at their whim for a couple hours each day. Stooping down to join Cato, the boy had no shortage of holes to claim around the Cornucopia, yet his own personal tastes –a silent affection for the male anatomy- drove him to move towards the young boy from District Four, his cock twitching at the thought of driving home inside the young boy's young and supple lips. Reaching over Core's back, Cato grabbed him by his hair, yanking his head upwards to reveal his plump, soft little lips, the firmness of Cato's thrusts and the sharp pulling of his hair forcing his lips to part in a permanent grimace. As he saw the boy from three approaching, he groaned, realising exactly what was about to happen. Pinching his lips together, he denied any access, but it was all futile, with the boy from three being exceptionally eager and Core being decidedly inexperienced in fending of a barrage of horny men desiring to be balls deep in his sumptuous, as yet untouched holes.

Thrusting the head of his cock up against Core's soft lips, Tryll immediately let out a deep moan. Wrestling against the boy's clenched lips, he finally breached his mouth, sinking himself deep into the young boy's unwitting throat. It took a little work, but eventually he gave into the entire length of the man's cock, his lips pressed firmly around the base of his shaft, his heavy balls smacking up against his chin as saliva flooded from his lips. It didn't matter to Tryll as his desires had gone elsewhere. Secretly gay, he found immense satisfaction in watching the chiselled lump of muscle that was Cato drilling his thick, sumptuous cock in and out of a tight little twink like Core. It satisfied Tryll in ways he never thought possible. The only thing he could imagine being all the more pleasurable was if he were to replace Core in being the one being fucked. Whilst he had bought his way into the Careers via Glimmer, it was Marvel and Cato that his eyes were on. He intended to fully capitalise on the double points for gay stuff, by happily serving as a power bottom for any cock needing a sheathe. Of course, he didn't want to be overzealous. He was after all, meant to be one of the proud Careers; not some cock- swallowing, cum-guzzling bitch-boy that was to be tossed around like a slab of meat; despite his body wanting nothing more than that.

The combination of the glorious sight and the perverse thoughts running through his mind led Tryll down to a swift orgasm, his unloading of his seed beginning to fall in tandem with the growing desire to cum in Cato's body. Not happy about having to end so soon, Cato knew he couldn't resist for much longer, despite his best efforts. It was what Tryll did next that cemented his orgasm coming so soon and so violently. The boy leant over Core's body, laying his hands on each of the young boy's cheeks and spreading them nice and wide for Cato. He then proceeded to lay his head in the small of Core's back, looking up at Cato, challenging him with the smile and moans coming from his lips to spray the boy's face with cum. It was quite the sight, and despite Cato's alpha male mentality and distinct distaste for making gay sex something more than a physical interaction, even he couldn't deny how hot their positioning was. So much so, that the next thrust he drove deep into Core's arse sent him over the edge, spraying a massive creamy load deep into the young boy's clutching ass, pumping him full of cum for the first of many times. Tryll couldn't help but think that it was an incredible waste to have such a virile, delicious load get drained into someone's ass when he would have happily indulged in tasting and savouring it all. However, as his own cock twitched and spasmed in the young boy's throat, he was happily rewarded with Cato pulling out of Core's ass and spraying his awaiting face with a couple stands of cum, making him a sticky, but all-around satiated mess. Collecting a few dribbles with his tongue, he moaned at the taste, once again becoming envious of Core as the young boy dribbled his copious amounts of cum down and onto his chin. Pulling out of the boy, both Cato and Tryll let the boy slump to the ground, exhausted and completely used, his body drained and without energy. There were no hopes of him attempting to move at that point and time, his body completely shattered from the vigorous treatment.

[END OF GAY CONTENT]

Cato x Tryll (Male: District 3) x Core (Male: District 4)

Tryll and Cato both left the small Cornucopia building, intending to watch the various people who were inevitably shagging in order to restore their vigour.

However, they were quick to learn that the Capitol injections were far more extensive than they imagined. Not wanting to give the women of the competition and unfair advantage in the Games, they allowed the men to be injected with a substance that allowed them to maintain their erections under certain circumstances. The explicit details essentially were that the drug lowers the barrier for arousal and allows men to replenish their natural offerings far quicker. So, whilst they could grow soft when it came time to sleep or eat, they would instantly be able to restore their erection whenever the need arose without question or effort. Essentially evening the odds and allowing for more perverse and kinky action; a necessity given the situation and circumstances around which everything was presented. If there was no sex, there was no Games, something that simply couldn't stand. Not in a world such as this.

Katniss had been able to escape the majority of the initial splurge, instead weaving her way through the people, watching as Core was dominated, before rushing to grab a back-pack for herself and stopping in front of the giant rack of dildos. Not even beginning to debate whether or not she was able to fit any of them inside of herself, she grabbed a fourteen-inch dildo purely because of the points modifier.

Stuffing it into the back-pack, she turned and was immediately thrust up against a girl with a similar idea to her. It was Amara, the cute little redhead from nine.

Without even thinking, the girl lunged at Katniss and planted her lips firmly against hers, pulling the brunette into a rather deep and lustful kiss, the girl draping her arms around Katniss's neck and pulling her into the embrace, their soft breasts pushing against one another as their tongues began to battle out of instinct. Before she knew it, Katniss felt the innocent looking girl's hand thrust itself between her thighs, three fingers instantly plunging into her pussy and driving right up to the knuckle. Gasping, Katniss had her breath stolen away from her, her lips falling away from Amara's as the redhead grinned lustfully, expertly demonstrating the mentality that was going to get her far in these games. She didn't have much of a chest, ass or any looks beyond her subtle cuteness, but she was going to lunge at any opportunity.

And being buried between the Capitol's favourite's legs would be a perfect way to get some attention. Fortunately for Katniss, Amara wasn't the only one with thoughts such as this. She had half expected to have to work for her points, but it seemed as if they were being simply thrust upon her in an orgasmic haze of lustful desire. The kind of desire that had claimed the senses of the majority of the Tributes, turning them into slavering sexual beasts, hell-bent on securing as many points as possible as well as currying favour with the public.

The boy from nine was in a similar vein of thinking to Amara, only he knew he would never be able to wrestle the redhead away from Katniss's pussy. As the girl slipped down onto her knees between Katniss's thighs, the boy realised it was foolish idea to attempt to get control of that entrance. Luckily for him, more perverse sexual activity would be rewarded, and the cameras would love the first Rimjob of the games. Sliding around behind of Katniss, he took her by surprise as his hands groped and pulled at her soft, squishy arse, gently pawing at the sumptuous curves the woman was boasting. Overwhelmed by how easily she had become target, Katniss momentarily worried about who else had their eyes on her, before succumbing to the dual pleasures of two talented oralists, the two Tributes having readily practiced upon one another during the build up to the Games. District Nine lucked out this year with two salacious and pleasure-hungry whores, desperate to milk whatever they could out of one another. They had even started to share the same bed after the first night in the Tribute Tower, simply waking up and beginning to practice their tongue work on one another, Amara delicately learning how to make a man's cock spurt within minutes of enveloping it and how to make anyone truly squirm via only their ass. Her work on pussy was relegated to the Training sessions, but with a tongue as swift and precise as hers, it was never a question of difficulty when it came to any hole in question.

She'd work and claim anything.

Both of the people between Katniss's thighs and ass cheeks moved in tandem, tracing their tongues across their respective holes; Amara slipping her slick muscle through each of the brunette's folds, searching for the sweet spots that truly made Katniss tick sexually. There were the obvious ones, but Amara focussed on them in their own right, eventually trailing her tongue up towards her clit and running concentric circles around the pulsating bead, proceeding to then coax it out from its small place amidst her folds and beginning to lavish it until it engorged ever so slightly, becoming an easier target for the redhead's fluttering strikes. Her fingers moved to spread Katniss's juicy and meaty folds apart, allowing the young pussy-eater more access to Katniss's cunt, and allowing her juices to flow more readily, drizzling down over her tongue and proving to be a delicious treat for the work she was doing. Moaning into her pussy primarily out of a drive to make an impression on camera and also out of pure delight, Amara made sure that every inch of Katniss's slick pussy was traced over with her tongue, her juices licked clean and replaced with the slickness of Amara's saliva, strands of the substance connecting the two of them as she dragged her tongue up and along her pussy, wriggling it into all the nooks and crannies so as to drive as much pleasure from her young busty body.

Katniss's lips fell permanently apart, the woman dropping her bag to one side as she breathed sharply inwards, savouring the pleasure of the tongue dancing across her folds whilst another tongue steadily worked her asshole and made her truly writhe with orgasmic pleasure. Katniss hoped there was never a day that a delectable Rimjob ceased to make her properly moan with satisfaction.

Tracing each of the delectable wrinkles of her rather loose hole, the boy from nine was rigorous in his attention to her asshole. Constantly flicking and curling back and forth, darting up and down whilst lathering her hole with saliva, meant the he was constantly giving her some form of pleasure, using Amara's firm approach to pussy-licking as a backboard as well as a proverbial spring-board in order to one-up her. Eventually, with Katniss's ass well lubricated and about as tended to as it possibly could without the inevitable plunge inside, the boy drew his tongue back into his mouth, savouring the taste of the brunette before leaning back in, forcing his tongue to a state of rigidity, all before slowly easing forwards and into her tight, clutching hole. Like most people who ever interacted with Katniss's asshole, he was taken aback by the sheer eager delight with which it drew his tongue deeper, her hole being incredibly loose for a young girl. Her unknown proclivity for anal was an asset to her in most respects as she was able to be fucked and pounded in her ass more readily, and thus in this particular situation, earned points with greater ease.

Though, she never imagined it to be this pleasurable. Two tongues working in tandem, slipping in and around both her holes, attacking her on two fronts. She could only imagine the pleasure derived from having two cocks in each hole, but that was an idea for a different day. At this point and time, she was simply focusing on the rising, tightening pleasure within her core, her body beginning to tingle as an orgasm built in her pussy and in her ass. She could barely control herself when under the pleasure of both the tongues, yet it was the sudden and immensely pleasurable addition of a finger deep in each her holes that truly caught her off-guard, silencing her moans and reducing her to a silent guttural expression upon her face, once that was paired with a flood of immense pleasure cascading over her body, flooding through her various extremities and causing her holes to spasm and clench erratically. Lingering long enough to drive her through her orgasm, the two from district nine glanced at one another with the familiar lecherous smiles they had seen so often before. The boy leapt at Amara, gliding into her pussy with ease, leaving Katniss to sink down to her knees in order to catch her breath.

Looking up, she was met with the rather strange sight of the open fields of the Cornucopia, various people descending into new levels of depravity all for the sake of points and the camera. Marvel had flipped Luna onto her front and roughly speared her pussy on his cock, not caring for the degradation and simply wanting to fuck someone silly. Alba, the Career from four was on her knees, busying her lips with the thick, black cock from District 11, the young girl slurping on the veiny shaft like there was no tomorrow, completely and utterly indulging in the cock and all its ridges and pulsating inches. She was taking to this like a bird to the air, eager to go to any lengths possible to cram as much cock and cunt into her mouth; all the while making it explicitly clear that her lower holes were all on offer to anyone passing by. There were a couple boys from unremarkable districts who were playing it safe, or rather, shyly, not entirely sure if they should be bold and just stick themselves somewhere, and thus simply watched from the outskirts, lightly pawing at their cocks as the action unfolded before them. Cato and Tryll had descended upon an unwary Serene, who had busied herself trying to stuff as many of the dildos as she could into a back-pack, only to have herself yanked up and off her feet, dragged towards the openness of the clearing so that the boys could have their way. Despite Tryll desperately wanting to indulge in Cato himself, he was more than happy to simply join Cato In stuffing themselves into Serene and her gorgeously juicy arse.

Knowing how the points worked, they went for the bold option of double stuffing, primarily for the modifiers, and partly because Tryll wanted to grind his cock up against Cato's. And through what better way that sharing Serene's tight little cunt.

Fighting wildly, Serene found it impossible. Even the largest movements she could make were easily quelled. It was worthless trying to struggle, yet she tried to do so anyway, hoping that she wouldn't be giving the Careers any modicum of satisfaction.

The worst part was watching as Cato grinned, the sick pervert almost relishing in his victims fighting against him. He struck her as the kind of guy who would have wanted her to throw a few punches or even break into tears, as it was those things that made his cock truly twitch with satisfaction. However, she kept herself relatively reserved, still trying to escape right up until the moment Cato pushed his bulbous head right up against her folds. Her grinned at her as he pulled her down onto his cock, sliding each thick and massive inch into her tight clutching cunt, claiming her as another toy for his collection. Falling limp as she was used mercilessly, she immediately regretted her inaction as Tryll adjusted her position, pinning her between the two of them and slowly guiding the head of his cock towards her pussy.

Serene was by no means a slut, and whilst she was somewhat talented, she, like Katniss, had only lost her vaginal virginity days before the actual beginning of the Games and had only been fucked in her tight little cunt twice, meaning she was unbearably tight. The thickness of Cato was almost too much, yet with the looming threat of Tryll's slightly smaller, but equally engorged cock, was enough to cause her to writhe and spasm, trying desperately to free herself, only to incur Cato's wrath. One of his free hands latched itself around her throat, clasping it tightly between his fingers and robbing her of her breath as he grinned maliciously into her eyes, "You will take our cocks how and when we say, bitch. If I have to knock you unconscious to pound you mercilessly, I will. You should feel blessed to have two of us inside a tight, filthy little whore like you..."

A single tear slid down the corner of her eye as she gasped for air, Cato finally relinquishing control of her throat and rendering the young redhead completely limp.

Even Tryll felt somewhat bad about continuing after that, yet the prospect of being tightly wrapped in a heavenly pussy, thrust up against a cock like Cato's was too good to miss out on. Pushing himself up against her folds, he gently eased himself inside, feeling every inch of Cato's cock and Serene's pussy as he drove himself right up to the hilt, his balls smacking against her pussy as he sandwiched himself in one of the single most delicious pockets of flesh he had ever experienced. The pulsating nature of her spasming pussy, paired with the throbbing weight of Cato's cock, made it immensely satisfying, so much so that it almost felt like a crime to even begin thinking about unsheathing himself from those depths for even a moment, even to fuck her. Yet, Cato set the pace, somewhat spiteful of her unabashed attempts to free herself. With the girl steadily held in place, he pulled back, only to pummel his cock into her cunt, burying himself right up to the hilt again and again, pounding and beating into her cunt, working up a thin glossy layer of sweat as he did so. Moans escaped his and Tryll's lips as the former began to slowly pull back and forth, gently beginning to fuck her at a more intimate pace, simply because he was worried about blowing his load far too early when enamoured by such intense pleasure.

Not to mention, the sight of Cato's chiselled muscular form, etched with glistening, glossy sweat, made him almost weak at the knees. It was enough for him to begin to moan at the grunts and defeated groans from between Serene's lips.

Nearby, the most curious sight was unfolding as Glimmer targeted her chosen slab of meat. None other than Peeta. Pinning him forcefully up against the wall of the Cornucopia, she closed the distance between their bodies, pushing up and onto her tip-toes so as to sit atop the top edge of the boy's cock, able to gently drag her folds back and forth across his cock, moaning subtly as she stared into his eyes, "Come on then big boy... Give Glimmer a good dicking. Show me why Katniss is drooling at the bit to have you up her snatch..."

"Fuck it," Peeta groaned as he grabbed at Glimmer's hips, pulling her towards his body, her breasts pressing up against his body. Turning around, he pushed her up against the wall, softly groping her breasts as Glimmer gently pushed him away from her. Slowly, she revealed why, lifting one of her long, slim and creamy legs upwards, stretching it above her head and standing on one foot, her already delectable little cunt being warped to new levels of desirability. Resting her ankle on Peeta's shoulder, she looked at him expectantly, the boy quickly catching on and stepping forwards, thrusting the head of his cock up against her folds. Her slickness was overwhelming, his cock spilling pre-cum across her folds as he searched for her entrance. Having previously fucked Katniss, the building sensation of being about to fuck someone made his cock quiver, right up until the moment he found her hole and pushed inside of her.

The position allowed for a new kind of depth, the boy being able to drive himself right up to the hilt, whilst also being able to push right into her spread folds. His balls smacked gently against her pussy, the slick slap being enough to make them both moan. Glimmer looked into his eyes with such intensity, such passion, that Peeta almost wondered if there was a double-meaning to all this. Putting that out of his head, he simply focussed on drawing his hips back and forth, knowing full well that all he need to do was fuck her until he came. Sure, he felt somewhat obligated to bring her to her orgasm, yet that was decidedly counterintuitive by the rules standards. Still, he built his thrusts, nice and steady, still unable to comprehend the fact that he was fucking such a gorgeous blonde bimbo, his cock being balls deep in her tight clutching little cunt, her moans and whimpers being so delicate and subtle. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her legs bending to allow even the firmest of strokes forwards. Slowly growing bolder by the second, he quickly began to strengthen his thrusts, realising that Glimmer was hardly a virgin when it came to rough poundings. She was a natural cock-slut and could take cock hard, fast, and in whichever hole there was on offer. She adored the act of lesbianism, but she found her satisfaction in men. Cock and their abilities to lick pussy. That was why she insisted on bringing Tryll into the group of Careers. He was a gay, but his tongue was built for better things than gagging on cock. He may not find personal enjoyment in it, but he could devour and eat pussy till the end of his days. So, him, combined with a more sensual and frankly enjoyable fuck from Peeta, she was slowly building her means to win the games. Marvel and Cato were good an all, but they were dumb muscle. Hardly the most intimate and engaging shags in the world.

Driving harder and harder into Glimmer's cunt, Peeta continued to feel a build in his cock, his balls tightening and churning away as he drew closer and closer to cumming and cumming soon. Glimmer however, showed no such signs of weakness, her own body barely showing any reaction to each of his thrusts, with the only sign that he was having any impact being the salacious and pleasure-driven moans.

Unlike Glimmer, Peeta wasn't well-trained in the art of sex and perversion, meaning that as he pounded away, he began to feel a distinct chill in his body, the thin layer of sweat gleaming across his muscular form bringing about a small shiver in him. Glimmer however, barely increased her breathing, simply sinking into his cock with greater glee. The only other reaction was a slight build in the slickness between her legs, with her juices beading and rolling down her thigh, her cunt growing wetter and wetter. Moaning harder and harder, Peeta did his best to hold of on cumming to early, wanting to bring an orgasm to her body, but feeling quite unable. The wet slapping of his balls against her slickened flesh only added to the satisfaction, with the sound being able to bring him closer to cumming with every second. It didn't help that he was fucking her in such an arousing position, but he did his best. Knowing that he was about to cum prompted Glimmer to be a little more proactive, waiting for the tell-tale thrust that signalled he was about to go over the edge. Just like all the other Careers, she was especially conscious of what acts garnered points, and she knew very well that the majority of contestants would be losing valuable opportunities for points by not paying attention to the orgasm points. Most would be too caught up in the heat of the moment to even think about where they were cumming and Glimmer knew that she was going to maximise her chances of winning. If she had but a single cock, she would be swallowing every last sumptuous drop. If she had multiple, she'd be batting for those fifty points by committing a true act of depraved perversion. She took it mean that she needed to be bathing in the stuff for those points to register.

With his cock on the verge of exploding, Glimmer made sure to force him to pull out, pushing him backwards and watching him topple to the ground on unsteady feet.

Diving after him, she plunged his cock deep into her throat, pinning her lips against the base of his shaft and dropping both her hands to his balls. Steadily massaging them, groping and pulling on them, she worked his throbbing sack until his balls finally unloaded, sending a torrent of cum up and out of his spurting tip. Every strand flooded into her well prepared throat, the girl able to drink the droplets down with complete and utter ease. Moaning as she did so, she intended to set the precedent that she was just a cum- hungry little slut, with hopefully the cameras playing special attention to just how much she seemed to love drinking it down.

Working his cock until it was dry, she popped the softened shaft out of her mouth, parting her lips to show her sticky cum smile, the woman making sure that she held long enough for the camera to both find her and zoom in. They couldn't see the camera, but she trusted in her estimates, then closing her lips and dutifully letting the rest slip down her throat. Peeta, upon seeing that, had his softened cock rapidly harden once again, with Glimmer grinning madly. She knew they wouldn't let the guys go soft and was thus thrilled to see that. Without waiting for Peeta to respond, she straddled him, knowing full well that he was in her hands.

Grabbing his cock, she once again went for full points, knowing full well that there was no need for any sort of spectacle now that she had invariably gotten some attention and proved herself a true, cock-hungry, salacious minx. Resting the head against her asshole, she nestled in the nook of her ass and immediately slammed down, pummelling her tight hole mercilessly. Gasping loudly, Peeta watched as she worked her ass relentlessly along his cock, pounding again and again, destroying her tight hole as if she didn't even like herself. But moans flooded from her lips, deep and hearty moans that were amongst the most aroused and erotic Peeta had seen in his short sexual career. She was slamming herself down at the pace that Cato had pounded into Core to try and break him. It was not only incredibly pleasurable, but incredibly erotic to witness someone brutalising their own asshole and enjoying it.

Not to mention that the position allowed for Peeta to see her breasts bouncing and flailing, shaking back and forth as she moved. She moved with such speed, such power, that once again, Peeta had to fight to keep himself hard. It was difficult as his cock was hyper-sensitive following the orgasm he had just experienced. He half expected himself to just explode upon touch, but fortunately, he had the distinct pleasure of self-restraint. For around a few minutes until her arse milked him dry once again. Not bothering to pull out until she herself had finally cum, she simply wiggled her ass against his crotch until his cock stood proudly inside her ass once more, all before beginning to pound away, becoming slowly frustrated with how many orgasms he was getting from her, all without her managing to squeeze one from him.

Nearby Hela had abandoned any and all of the nearby cocks and cunts, deciding that she had her own tactics and plans. If someone was going to win the Games, they needed to play smart. Sure, they could grab a guy and get maximum points from anal and swallowing, but they disregarded the fact that by doing so, they gave points to someone else, ultimately meaning that you weren't gaining a massive lead. And thus, she was focussing on toys. She had stuffed the biggest dildos she could find in her bag, grabbed butt-plugs, vibrators and thrust them into her backpack, all with the hopes that she would able to find a quiet corner and play with herself constantly and without any interruptions, this gaining the maximum points for herself. However, as she planned to sprint into the forest, using her un-remarkability as a way to go unnoticed by the more virile and alpha contestants, she came across one of the Sybians. She wouldn't be able to lug one of them with her. Not in a million years.

Yet as she looked around at the various people fucking, she quickly began to realise that she would be able to capitalise on this. Dropping her bag to her side, she straddled the Sybian, figuring that she could simply try and milk herself as close to exhausted as she could go, all before sprinting away. The Sybian would provide more pleasure, faster, than she ever could. Sinking down onto it, she clicked the button to half-way, knowing that pushing it to max would make her more uncomfortable than pleasurable. It was better to find your balance, rather than going for the max. The same idea that was behind the perfect cock-size. You'd be foolish to think that fucking a twenty-inch could would give you more pleasure. It would be more liable to tear an inexperienced girl in two than to make them cum. So, you find the perfect level, the perfect shaft and the perfect balance between size and pleasure. The same with vibration levels. If there was one thing that Hela understood, it was vibrators.

With the Sybian vibrating way beneath her, she gently began to rub her clit, knowing exactly how to work herself to an orgasm. The vibrating plastic deep inside her bounced from wall to wall, sending waves of immense pleasure driving through her body. The gentle rubbing of her clit added to it. Knowing her own body like the back of her hand, she reached behind herself and sank a single finger into her asshole, burying it as deep as she possibly could, thrusting it as far and as in as possible.

Curling it ever so slightly, she gasped as she felt her first orgasm take over herself. Glancing up at the massive scoreboard etched into the sky, she saw her place begin to climb. The sensitivity of the first one, pushed her second one into hyperdrive, her body shuddering quickly. When it came to swiftness of orgasm, she was every guys dream. However, most people couldn't make her cum as well as she could make herself. The reason each orgasm was one after the other, flooding across her again and again, was because she was attacking the sweetest spots she had, the spots that had taken her years to figure out and even longer to figure out to capitalise on. If anything, she was being precise, and factoring in everything, whilst everyone else simply bashed their genitals together and accumulated points. However, her smart approach was short-lived, as her remarkability began to grow. Finished tormenting her first victim, there were a pair of eyes that crossed the entire glade, finding something that she could make properly squirm. And who better than the person who was busy pleasuring themselves as opposed to engaging with someone else. And just like that, Hela unwittingly made herself a target to the most viscous dominatrix in the games; Clove.

Appearing behind Hela, Clove jerked her newly sheathed strapon back and forth, relishing the way that Hela was positioned. Seeing how high the young girl had set the Sybian made her disappointed in the girl. She should be able to take more, Clove thought. With one hand, she grabbed the control, and the other, she held Hela down and on the Sybian. Dwarfing the girl, Clove managed to pin her in place with a single hand, even as she thrashed and fought the Career's control. Flicking the switch all the way to max, Clove threw it out of the reach of Hela, watching as the young girl's moans turned to deep vibration riddled groans. Her body began to shudder and shake as she felt the pleasure intensify beyond her ability to deal with. Gritting her teeth, she felt it in every bone in her supple young body, her breasts and ass jiggling wildly. Clove moaned happily as the young girl was sent into overdrive. Luckily for Hela, the first few orgasms had loosened her up, meaning that the higher vibration was sending her into orgasm after orgasm, her body shaking and throbbing into several orgasms in a row. Unluckily for her, she was fighting to try and escape, with those orgasms counting as forced. Clove's eyes left the satisfying look of Hela and lifted themselves up to the scoreboard, where the young girl was slowly dropping, place after place until she crashed at zero, her body betraying her completely. Clove, however, noticed something that she was not happy with. It would seem her own points were at zero. She was ranked at the bottom of the scoreboard alongside the young little slut and several others. She hadn't orgasmed. She had focused on torment as opposed to pleasure.

Grabbing Hela, Clove threw her to the ground, allowing her to topple into the grass. Exhausted already from the sudden incline of orgasms, Hela couldn't even muster the strength to attempt to move, ultimately laying there as Clove straddled her plump little ass. Spreading those cheeks, she pushed into Hela's ass, only using the slickness from her previous victim as lube. Driving in with one swift thrust, she bottomed out instantly, her body being flooded with pleasure as the several dildos on the inner side bounced around inside her, tickling those deep, satisfying points of her body. Groaning happily, she made sure to apply a strong pressure to her downward push, knowing that the ribbed piece of plastic on the inside was grinding against her clit firmly. Slowly, she began to pull back and forth, realising that the strapon favoured deep and powerful thrusts, followed by Clove almost grinding against the young girl's ass. There would be time enough for brutal unrelenting pounding, but at this point, she needed to cum in order to place herself on the leaderboard. She definitely didn't want to have to relegate herself to the Careers predetermined strategy for if someone was low on points. If anyone was low on points, to the point of danger, they would be double- penetrated in the ass again and again, right up until they were amongst the Careers scores. She didn't mind the idea, she just didn't want to give Marvel and Cato the satisfaction of fucking her. They both took a unique perverse interest in fucking her. She boiled it down to them feeling the innate need to dominate someone who was more forceful than them. Fucking Glimmer, sure, she was hot and all, but she practically begged for cock with each blink she made. But fucking Clove, that was a challenge to be overcame. One that she despised having to sink to. So, she intended to be the highest amongst the Careers, simply so that she could stick her strapon up one of the guys' arses the moment they dropped too low to compete. After all, it was worth more points.

Not wanting to enjoy it worried Hela, as she knew that she needed to prove she was into it, give the impression that she wanted it so as to get her points back.

Unfortunately, the suddenness of all those orgasms rendered her somewhat weak, to the point that she was struggling desperately to try and push against Clove's deep and impactful thrusts, even as she found herself being brought to an orgasm by the young Career. Pushing herself up onto all fours, allowing Hela to continue, she was quickly forced back into place, with Clove placing a hand on the back of her head, forcing her to stay down as she pounded her little ass. Unable to push up, she was increasingly worried that Clove would claim yet another forced orgasm from her and render her in negatives for the scoreboard, something that would be devastating to come back from. Yet she could think of nothing else to do, nothing else she could do.

That was until a thought crossed her mind, one that made her groan from sheer embarrassment. It was humiliating to even consider such a degrading idea. Groaning helplessly, she gritted her teeth and forced the words to cross her lips, ultimately causing Clove to pause with pure astonishment at the fact that she was willing to say those words; ultimately having a much different effect to Clove than she had hoped, "Fuck me, mistress... Make me scream, mistress... I want your cock, mistress..."

Taken by surprise, Clove relinquished her control of the girl slowly, but kept her cock deep inside the woman's ass. Unsure as to what she should do, Clove drew her cock out and slowly walked around to the front of Hela's body, grabbing her head and lifting it upwards. Smiling, Clove had an idea flutter across her lips, one that made Hela gulp, completely and utterly concerned about what she had just said. In retrospect, Hela should have definitely simply taken the loss in points, because the immense pain and discomfort that Clove would exhibit with her would most certainly not be worth it in the end. Dragging Hela into the cornucopia, both she and Clove were not seen again during the initial fuck-fest, with the Career digging deep into the numerous toys at her disposal to render Hela truly at her mercy. If she was going to call her mistress, then Hela would have to act like a true and utter submissive.

It was not enough to simply say that and get away with it. By the end of the Games, Hela would come to regret every single word she uttered, all of them ultimately being vain to the reason she said them; she would never escape.

Elsewhere, Alba continued to bob her head up and down on Thresh's cock, his shaft being layered with slick saliva and reduced to a slick and sloppy mess. He had cum three times already, yet the young insatiable little cock slut refused to relinquish his cock. It had been in her throat for at least half an hour at this point, with the black man becoming more and more drained by the moment. As his fourth load drizzled down her throat, he collapsed backwards, his cock remaining balls deep in her throat as he reclined into the grass. And yet, she continued to suck. He wasn't exactly complaining about it all as he found her lips to be incredibly soft and delicate, her tongue being talented and immensely pleasurable. But he was under the impression that she would be doing this for the entire games and that he would sooner starve than she would let go of his cock. Deciding that if she wanted to suck cock, then she'd get to suck cock, Thresh grabbed the back of her throat, drew back and hammering into her, the young girl gagging for the first time despite his cock going no deeper. The suddenness of it all made her clit almost explode with pleasure, her pussy leaking and dribbling down her thighs as she was reduced to a filthy fuck-rag for a strong, dominant man. It made her moan like the little cock-slut she was, her throat being dragged along a thick, pulsating black cock. It was exactly like those videos she had spent all night watching in the Tribute Tower, finger-fucking herself to them. Now, she was actually a part of it, slobbering like a naughty little girl. Unable to control herself, she dropped her hand down between her thighs and furiously began to rub herself, moaning around his cock as his balls pummelled into her chin, pounding and hammering away at her throat as if there was no tomorrow, truly face-fucking her like she deserved.

Birna recovered from Clove just in time to stagger out of the way of Serene and the two men holding her. Staggering back and forth for a few moments, she eventually found her footing, bumping into one of the unsuspecting guys simply lingering around, unable to decide whether they should make a move or not. Falling back to the ground, in a haze of her own creating, she assumed it was one of the Careers, imagining that they had heard stories of the virgin girl and all she had done for Clove and had come to fuck her. In a deluded attempt to try and waive any abuse that was going to be laboured upon her, she lunged forwards and began to lavish and treat the cock in front of her, licking and kissing it fervently, completely taking the shy teenager by surprise. Moaning at her indulgent tongue and lips, he simply stood there, completely surprised by the fact that he was getting a blowjob. A real-life blowjob. The fact that that stood as a surprise to him was emblematic of what was going to be his fate.

But whilst it lasted, he simply stood there, allowing her to slurp and suckle on his cock, her blonde locks falling over her cute freckled face. Impaling her throat on his cock, she pushed herself to absurd levels to please him, gagging and spluttering as her throat completely and utterly collapsed around his cock. She covered herself in saliva as she attempted to make him come, completely unnecessarily. The broken state that Clove had left her in rendered her completely deluded. She'd regain her senses soon enough, but luckily for her hapless Tribute, he was able to savour her in her delirious state, submerging himself in a sticky, saliva- soaked throat, his balls becoming a glossy, drenched mess. He could have filled a glass with the amount of saliva she left across his cock and her face, with the sheer sight being enough to throw him over the edge, cum flooding down into her throat and finally allowing her to pull away and run from what she assumed was a distracted Career. Fumbling her way to the forest, she disappeared from the initial fuck-fest entirely.

Uncertain as to her next move, Katniss grabbed her backpack and staggered away from the Cornucopia, breathing heavily as she looked around at the ensuing feast of pleasure. It was only as she glanced over at Peeta pounding away at Glimmer that she realised that she was in the Games and needed to act. If Peeta was getting points, so should she. With that in mind, she looked around haplessly, trying and hoping to find one of the other female Tributes so that she could properly indulge herself, but was ultimately only left with two of the shy, unmoving male Tributes that didn't know where to stick their dicks. Sighing, Katniss wiped the begrudging disdain of her face and rushed towards one of them, gesturing to the other to join them. Baffled by Katniss's movements, the boy made his way across to her and stood there, unmoving and generally unsure as to what he should do. Nothing annoyed Katniss more than an uncertain cock. If you weren't going to stick it somewhere, then what was the point.

Regardless, she took the reins and slid down onto her knees, wrapping her hands around the base of their cocks and gently stroking them off, working them back and forth as the two boys moaned, their bodies plunged into immense unflinching pleasure as they were given the most sensual experience of their life. Katniss knew that these lads would be amongst the first to go, simply based on their hesitancy. That was definitely going to be abused by the Careers, and there were only so many points and so much Sponsor favour that you could garner from jerking yourself off in the woods.

It was mainly for the sponsors that she was doing this as there were very few benefits to her just jerking of those two cocks and looking pretty. Even when she moved herself slightly closer to the boys, she was somewhat disheartened by their cocks almost bursting into orgasm without her getting some proper satisfaction out of them. Luckily for her, the boys only needed a brief push to descend into perversity, with the young brunette easily and swiftly becoming overwhelmed by the young boys and their prepubescent cocks; the two of them taking advantage of the supple young girl that was so willingly offering herself up.

Slipping one of their cocks into her mouth, she easily managed to swallow the entire length, pressing her lips right up against his base and causing him to instantly cum, pouring several thick, sticky and creamy strands right down into her throat. Swallowing dutifully, she ignored her impulse to berate the boy for his lack of stamina, and instead simply moved onto the second cock, completely letting the other boy go, with Katniss presuming that once he had cum, he'd take several hours to recharge. Little did she know that he would harden only seconds later and would take great offence to being abandoned for another cock; so much so that he decided, in his own bizarre and pleasure-skewed way, that if he was to share with this other Tribute, he would share properly. Pumping her lips along the second cock, she slurped and gagged happily, not daring to look up and at her points chart, knowing that she would be disappointed with her overall place. Instead, she worked on making sure she swallowed down the second boy's load, giving her a bank of points to stand upon for when she quite the Cornucopia and struck out on her own. However, much to her surprise, she found the first boy move back into her field of view, causing Katniss to slow her gentle bobbing down to a slow and anticlimactic crawl. The second Tribute was disappointed that she stopped, but quickly gave up on that idea as he watched his partner in crime slide right up next to him, their bodies pushing together so that they could get the proper angle.

Pushing his cock up against her lips, the boy grew bold, conquering his shyness by wrestling with Katniss's plump lips. Determined to keep her mouth filled with only one cock, she was quickly robbed of that desire as the boy peeled her lips apart and slowly began to push his cock inside of her, thrusting in alongside the other Tribute's cock, the two of them being subjected to the tight, saliva-ridden convulsions of Katniss's mouth. With two cocks in her mouth, her lips were stretched obscenely In order to compensate for them. Spluttering and gagging wildly, she struggled to contend with the two cocks, with her desperate flails to try and free herself ultimately being defeated by the combined strength of the two boys. Saliva dribbled across her lips, drizzling down and across her breasts, the young girl unable to swallow it all as her throat was beginning to bulge. As best they could, the two boys thrust forwards, attempting to breach her throat and sink as deep as possible into her gullet. However, their bodies simply didn't allow them to both get that close at the same time, with the two of them having to take intermittent thrusts deeper as they both lazily began to fuck her throat, at a rather gentle and manageable pace. Had Katniss had more say In the matter, it would have been liable that she would have actually quite enjoyed it, with the unique idea being intertwined with immense erotic potential. After her initial outburst to try and free herself failed, she gave up and simply went for it, deciding that it was better to simply subject herself to the decided perversity of their young teenage minds, as opposed to fight vehemently against them. It still didn't help that their heavy balls occasionally smacked her chin, with their groans and moans of satisfaction being somewhat irritating. She didn't like being dominated, but she put up with it for the points, silently revelling in the way her cheeks bulged, her mouth and lips being pushed to the limits of the amount of thick, pulsating cock she could take. And it turned out she had the capacity to fight quite a fair bit deep inside her cunt.

Before she knew it, Katniss was being embroiled in a deeply perverse and salacious group of cocks, with the shyer and more reserved Tributes slowly gravitating to the young slut as she appeared to simply be open for business, tending to any and all cocks that grazed against her lips. The boy from nine made a return, having abandoned Amara who had made a run for the trees, noticing how the Careers were slowly beginning to band together, abandoning their single fucks and forming a pack. Not wanting to be descended upon them all at once, she made the rightful decision to bolt into the trees and disappear, whilst her male counterpart decided that he was owed a certain amount of pleasure and relief from Katniss, given how much he gave her with his diligent Rimjob. Stooping down behind her, he brought the head of his thick cock up against her asshole, the tip of which sat nicely in her glistening entrance.

Groaning around the two cocks in her mouth, she realised that she was about to be brought into a far more encompassing situation. No longer was she simply going to suck two cocks and leave, but now she was going to be fucked, completely oblivious of the group of Careers that were beginning to stalk their first piece of prey. Around this time, the majority of the Tributes began to bolt, leaving Katniss slobbering and slavering over several juicy cocks, her ass about to be plundered by a cock for the first time in the entire Games.t he first of what would be many times if Katniss knew anything about what was to follow. Lubricated not only by saliva and spittle, but by the juices of Amara, the boy from nine gently began to apply pressure to her hole, revelling in just how hungry and eager her little asshole seemed. She wanted it; and she wanted it hard; something that Katniss would never be willing to admit. But the truth was, when it came to anal, Katniss was always willing and eager for a hard butt-fuck.

Thrusting slowly inwards, the Tribute from nine quickly realised just how loose she was, with her ass wrapping around his cock within seconds, clutching and pulling him deeper into her. Moaning as his entire cock was enveloped and engulfed in her sumptuous depths, the tribute pressed his shaven crotch up against her ass, his hands sinking into her ass cheeks, pawing and pulling at the delicate flesh, the boy falling in love with the soft pliability of her fat and juicy bum. There was so much meat and weight to it that he was having trouble concentrating, simply getting lost in the delightful squishiness of her rear. Slowly, he began to feel Katniss pulling away from him, the boy panicking and trying to pin her in place, only to discover that it was because she was eager to actually get down to the fucking. Sliding his cock out of her arse, she then slammed backwards, the impactful thrust echoing throughout the entire clearing, his balls colliding with her dripping wet pussy, her cunt dribbling and soaking down her thighs. She had been transformed from the prim and battle-ready Tribute, into the slick and sloppy mess of juices, saliva and cum, her body completely glazed in those substances and a gloss of sweat. She couldn't help but let out a flurry of moans, the sounds reverberating through the two cocks in her mouth, the two Tributes there beginning to quicken their thrusts and movements, knowing just how into it the prize Capitol slut was. There was a distinct impression amongst the other Tributes that she was the fan-favourite, with the majority of interviews and press-reels featuring her prominently and with a great favour, and thus there was an obligation for people to either fuck her and glean some attention from being balls deep in the fan-favourite cunt, or for people to break her down and prove to everyone that she wasn't the prize whore that they thought she was. It was safe to say that all three of the cocks inside of her were opting for the former approach, whilst the Careers were dead-set on entertaining the latter one, wanting to break her down to her base desires and transform her into the bimbo fuck-doll that she was destined to be. Cato and Clove in particular had desires to see her defiled and plunged into the debaucherously salacious depths that they grew up in.

Bouncing back onto the cock stuffed up her ass, she began to build a nice pace, her attitude towards the Games beginning to change. She hadn't thought of the cameras once and for all intents and purposes had pushed the voyeuristic aspect of the proceedings out of her mind. All she was focussing on was the sex. Making men and women cum. She knew how to do that and knew how to do that exceptionally well. If she did that, then she had a chance of winning. It was those kinds of thoughts that drove her to bounce her arse harder and harder backwards, wanting to desperately make the boy behind her cum. She could feel the cocks in her mouth beginning to give away, their tips throbbing and pulsating, teetering on the edge of truly exploding, yet despite her talent for anal, she wasn't quite able to gauge how close men were to cumming simply from the act of getting ass-fucked. However, from the moans that were rising behind her, she could tell that her ass was ultimately working wonders on the cock, her tight depths once again proving too intense and too brilliantly silky for another man; a rising trend in her life. She could even feel her own orgasm beginning to tick into life between her legs which was exceptionally welcome, especially considering how most men came before even scratching the surface of her orgasm. She ended up chocking it up to the eroticism of the situation and just how horny everything made her. The open air and grassy glade reminded her of hunting naked with Gale, sneaking up to their tree to fuck hard, again and again, pounding and hammering away with the gentle breeze of the springtime air washing over them. There was really nothing quite like the first fuck after a long cold winter. They didn't have the guts to shag in the snow and thus were relegated to keeping away from each other. But once the snows passed and the sun began to shine, they were at it like wild animals. She disappeared for two days straight the last year, simply bouncing, sucking and savouring the cock in all the ways she could imagine. She was pretty sure that Gale spent an entire hour buried between her legs with his tongue, working through orgasm after orgasm, making up for all the lost time. Either that, or his family had run out of food and he was desperately in need of something in the way of sustenance. Even if it was completely hollow in the end. She missed all that. She missed him. Of all the thoughts in the world, why did this one have to come to her now?

Luckily for her, she didn't have to dwell on those thoughts for long as her body was brought to orgasm, her pussy shuddering and her ass clenching down on the cock submerged inside it. The additional tightness of her ass pushed that boy over the edge, his cock unloading several ropey strands of thick cum, deep into her asshole, the girl moaning even more; even louder, as the cum splattered against her insides.

Moaning loudly, she also managed to set the two cocks inside of her mouth of, both of them firing into her like cannons, draining two pairs of balls directly into her throat. Needless to say, her body didn't take well to this, with the woman spluttering and coughing cum for several seconds, right up until the two cocks slipped out of her mouth. Swallowing down as much of it as she could, she let the rest dribbling down her chin and onto her breasts, the brunette not bothering to wipe it away as she savoured the last shreds of pleasure that her orgasm brought her.

Slowly pulling his cock backwards, the boy from nine gave her ass cheeks on firm and purposeful spank, her flesh jiggling and shaking. As quickly as they had cum, the three boys sprinted off, leaving Katniss to collect her thoughts and gather herself together. Wiping away as much of the cum and spittle as possible, she did her best to clean herself up, grabbing her backpack and hoisting it over her shoulders. She wasn't sure what her next move should be, but she understood that food and a fire were necessities. She still needed to provide for herself, the basic fundamental survival requirements as there was a very real possibility that she would starve to death or become too dehydrated. Deciding that she would go for higher ground in order to gain an advantage and access the arena, Katniss moved to make a break for the forest, only to have her legs swept out from underneath her, her body toppling suddenly and sharply to the ground.

"Looks like the little cum-slut has had her fill... Shame. We thought you'd want to stick around and play a little more. There is plenty more for you to gorge your filthy little throat on," Cato snarled as he kicked her over onto her back, her bag flying of her shoulders and landing nearby. Slowly, crawling backwards, Katniss realised it was futile as she saw the looming numbers over her. Cato, Clove, Glimmer, Marvel, Alba, Tryll and Peeta were all surrounding her, the last of whom glanced back and forth with nervous eyes, not entirely wanting to force himself on Katniss, despite the other Careers seeming simply desperate to do so. Glimmer and Alba were gently threading their fingers through their own folds, simply ogling the young Katniss's supple body, wanting to devour it in so many ways. The boys however were focusing on her tight little cunt and glorious round rump, her soft plump lips looking equally inviting. After a week of overblown cock-teasing from her, now was the time that actually got to unrelentingly fuck her silly, pounding her into the dirt where she belonged and removing her as competition, rendering her a personal little fuck-toy for the true champions of the Games.

"I bagsy the first go on her cunt. Little whore like that will enjoy a real cock far too much. She needs a stiff metal treatment," Clove grinned, her hands jerking a back and forth across her strapon, pretending for all intents and purposes that it was entirely real, going so far as to moan deeply as she simply stroked her cock off.

It was hardly pleasurable in the same way it would be for a man, but it was all about the show. Sure, the bouncing dildos inlaid on the inside were quite deliciously pleasurable if she got up to speed, but it was an intimidation tactic to make Katniss truly fear the damage she could do with such a thick and rigid shaft. She'd be able to leave a stronger impact on a cunt like Katniss's than any of the boys could.

Because she was right. If Katniss was fucked by any one of those thick virile cocks, she was liable to enjoy it far more than she had any right to. No matter how hard and fast they tried to go; no matter how much bravado they poured into destroying her young little pussy. They'd never be able to properly get her pussy quivering in the way they wanted.

"No... I want to be the first. This slick little whore has been waiting for a thick, juicy cock all day, I expect. Would be criminal to not give her what she wanted. We can stretch that fresh little cunt nice and wide. Get it ready for all four of our cocks to push inside and fuck you. A whore like you needs four cocks to feel anything. You might moan and groan for the cameras, but we're going to prove that you are the loosest girl in Panem and that you need hefty cock to even feel a sliver of pleasure," Cato growled, slowly advancing on the woman, watching as she tried to crawled backwards, only to get pinned in place by Glimmer and Tryll, both of whom stood on hr wrists, pinning them in place as Katniss flailed her feet around, trying to connect with any of them, hoping and praying that she could strike Cato right in the nuts and inflict some real, proper pain. Peeta looked on, helpless, entirely unable to think of anything that could possibly be done to help free Katniss. He had to look after himself and staying amidst the Careers was the safest bet to a steady flow of points. Besides, he couldn't take all of them out. Even if he managed to take out both Cato and Marvel, Clove and Glimmer were well-trained and could easily take him down on their own. Thus, he was forced to watch as Katniss gritted her teeth and fought against their grips, trying to get herself out from this position and sprint for the forest. Luckily, however, Marvel was quick to suggest something that made both Peeta and Katniss breath a small sigh of relief.

"Wait! Cato... Surely, we should test Peeta's loyalty. Let him have first go. And if doesn't make her cry and whimper by the time he's through, we'll strap him to a tree for free use later on," Marvel suggested, all eyes turning to Peeta, the wild-card in their arrangement. Cato smirked and nodded, moving towards Peeta with a smile stretched right across his face; one that disturbed even Peeta, whom continued to keep a straight face, locking eyes with Katniss as the blonde boy whispered in his ear.

"If she doesn't scream this forest down in pain, I will make sure that you do.

Believe me, pretty boy, imagine the damage someone could do to your ass and then times it by ten. That will be what I do to you," Cato whispered, clapping Peeta on the shoulder before moving out of the way and allowing him to take centre stage, standing directly between Katniss's legs. Looking at each other with uncertain, unflinching eyes, they breathed heavily, not wanting to give away that they were silently trying to communicate. Figuring that if someone had to fuck her, it may as well be him. At least until he could come up with some way to free her.

Sinking down onto his knees, he stared her in the eyes as he forced her legs apart. Realising what was happening, Katniss quickly began to play the part of the dismayed damsel, wriggling beneath his grasp, despite being entirely okay with what was about to happen. She wouldn't exactly be able to justify it to herself, beyond feeling some friendly affection for Peeta. If he didn't 'prove his loyalty' it was likely that she and he would end up both as sexual prisoners for the Careers, something that wouldn't be beneficial at all. That and if she simply laid there and took it, she was liable to earn the ire of the group around her, with all of them likely to truly make her wince. Pretending to fight against Peeta's force, she lightly punched him, eventually having her hands grabbed by his and pinned above her head. It was a strange thing indeed, to have to pretend to force yourself on someone when both you and the person you are forcing yourself upon are in on it, and Peeta felt astoundingly awkward. Yet, it was necessary. He had no exceptional chance at winning the Games, so the Careers were his best shot. Grabbing the head of his cock, he eased it down towards her folds, watching as she gritted her teeth and prepared for the pleasurable insertion to pierce her tight pussy. It was then that Peeta recalled one of their previous conversations and had a momentary idea of brilliance.

Lowering the head of his cock down towards her arsehole, he elicited smirks of admiration from the Careers either side of him, with all of them appreciating him leaping straight for her tightest hole. A malicious act in anyone's eyes other than Katniss and Peeta's, as they both knew that Katniss had her ass strained rigorously.

If Peeta had wanted to truly hurt her, then pounding her pussy relentlessly would have been the way to go, but he wasn't trying to maim her; after all, in the spirit of the Games, it was all just a show.

Feigning pain and discomfort, shock and panic, Katniss yelped loudly as Peeta pushed into her arse, fighting the urge to let out a deep pleasured moan and instead gasping in pain, paired with complete fakery. To prove his malicious intent, Peeta powered his cock forwards fast and hard, his balls smacking against Katniss's ass cheeks as she was plunged into pleasurable heaven, her ass clutching, dancing and singing around his cock as it settled deep inside her. Going silent, she let her lip begin to quiver, her eyes stretching wide open as she pretended to be in shock, actively ignoring the constant drone of pleasure in her body and the fact that her clit was bubbling with sensational pleasure. Leaning forwards so that his crotch covered her glistening, slickened pussy, Peeta attempted to maintain the stern and austere face as he pulled back and began to mercilessly pound away at her tight arse, savouring just how her rear entrance clung to his cock, holding him in place and almost begging him to stay inside. Going limp and allowing her body to be dominated, Katniss wore a completely defeated expression, the building of her orgasm biting at her heels as Peeta drove into her again and again. She glanced meekly around at the group of Careers, watching as they all looked down at her, glaring at her as if she was some worthless fuck-slut, staring at her with genuine disgust, almost all of them thrilled to see her put in her place and being butt-fucked into the dirt, completely oblivious to how much she was enjoying the rough and rigorous treatment her asshole was getting. True, she didn't exactly think that she was being very convincing yet keeping silent and letting out beleaguered and pained grunts every few moments seemed to enthral most of them, with both Marvel and Cato stroking their cocks, aroused by the idea of the beautiful bimbo bitch being raped. It almost made her want to smile how hollow their enjoyment of her distress was.

Wanting to ensure that they believed his fake loyalty, Peeta began to intensify his thrusts, grinding to a halt for a brief moment as he readjusted his position, all before unleashing a completely, unending flurry of sharp and deep thrusts, trusting that Katniss had not overexaggerated her anal abilities. Her eyes went wide, though not in pain, but in pleasure. The beginnings of a moan escaped her lips, but she quickly curtailed it with a loud and piercing shriek of pain, one that elicited audible groans of pleasure from the two men, her gritted teeth and panicked eyes making their cocks twitch in their own perverse ways. Though, in truth, the only reason she had begun to grit her teeth was because her orgasm was bubbling closer and closer to simply exploding outwards. She didn't know what was wiser; to simply succumb to the looming threat and try to pass it off or to hold off for as long as possible, hoping that it didn't become noticeable. In the end, she succumbed, letting out a flurry of pain grunts to disguise her spasming body, the young girl masking her shudders of pleasure by pretending to lash out in an attempt to escape. Peeta held her in place, though his grip was decidedly weak. He felt her orgasm in its entirety, her ass clutching down around his cock and holding in deep inside. Peeta was forced to thrust through that incredibly tightness, maintaining his original pace despite the immense overwhelming pleasure that was about to be wrought upon both him and her as a consequence. A shallow sense of male bravado prompted him to last as long as he possibly could, not wanting to cum to early and be branded as a one-pump-chump.

Although the real reason he endeavoured and attempt to fuck her for as long as possible was the fact that he was the one relentlessly and mercilessly pounding her tight little bum, then she was at least saved in some respect from the brutality of the Careers.

Though, things definitely seemed to be spiralling more and more, with things becoming a lot harder to imagine escaping. Looming closer and closer, the Careers preyed on her limp body like wolves would a carcass, leering, waiting for Peeta to finish so that they could devour her and rip her to shreds in any sexual manner they could imagine. And whilst Katniss had to feign pain and discomfort with Peeta, there was a definite sentiment that she wouldn't have to pretend when it the hands of the Careers. However, despite wanting to prolong this for as long as possible, both to spare her from their brutality and to be balls deep in her ass for as long as possible, even Peeta couldn't last forever. Pounding away, he began to lose his breath, missing thrusts and grinding into a stunted rhythm. Able to feel his cock about to unload, Katniss almost flashed him a look as if to beg him to not cum yet.

Unable to make that promise however, Peeta thrust into her ass, spurting his load deep into her. Her eyes rolled wider as she felt him cum. Not because it was painful or unpleasant, but because it meant that it was over. That she was about to be handed over to Cato or Marvel to be properly put through her paces. Spurting several times into her asshole, Peeta savoured the moment, pumping his cock in and out, draining himself dry and making sure that he leaked every single bead of cum out of his cock and into her ass. Hoping that he'd be able to remain hard through it all and continue to fuck her as if nothing had happened, he was forced to bow his head in shame as his cock softened and slipped out of her ass, his cum trickling down his ass cheeks and onto the forest floor. Hovering over her, he loosened his grip on her hands and bowed his head, waiting and hoping that they wouldn't ask him to move. Unfortunately, the Careers weren't the type to ask for anything and frankly there was nothing that could have possibly stopped Cato from being the next person to fuck Katniss and properly make her whimper in pain.

"My turn! Let's see just how much this bitch's cunt can take," Cato snarled, grabbing Peeta by the shoulders and flying him backwards, sinking down into his place between Katniss's legs. Fighting back against the man, Katniss was quickly pinned in place, the blonde Career hovering above her with a malicious grin, salivating over, eager to rape her tight little cunt. The fact that he derived such pleasure from forcing it out of a girl was sincerely worrying, yet Katniss never imagined being in this position. Yet even as he forced the head of his cock up against her pussy, the only thing that crossed her mind was how she hoped and prayed that Prim wasn't watching at this moment. Of all the positions and situations that her sister had and would see her in, this was the one where she drew the line. She'd happily let her sister watch her get sodomised by the biggest horse-cock in Panem, but being raped?

Something about it just felt wrong. Hopefully her mother had swept her sister off to bed or had divined some reason to get her out of the house. Katniss didn't even care that she was about to be the getting...

Before she could even finish that thought, she was given her opportunity to escape. From high up in the trees, an object flung itself across the clearing with incredible precision, striking Cato across the head and sending him rolling off of Katniss. Groaning as he glanced around, he saw a thick twelve-inch dildo bounce across the clearing before grinding to a halt. Everyone's eyes flew over to the trees from where the dildo had come, all of them astounded and startled, only to be bombarded by several other dildos, all of which were launched in quick succession.

Staggering to his feet, Cato grabbed Marvel and thrust him towards the woods, bellowing to the Careers to act as more and more of the sex-toys rained down onto them. Rolling onto her stomach, Katniss rose to her feet, taking the opportunity and running with it. Grabbing her back-pack, she sprinted for the opposite end of the clearing, ducking into the foliage and disappearing into the forest before any of the Careers could even notice she had gone. Sprinting through the forest, she ignored the fact that the ground beneath her was remarkably soft for a forest floor with the sharp twigs and sticks seemingly folding beneath her feet. Darting from tree to tree, she eventually ground to a halt to catch her breath. Glancing around her, she found herself completely lost, unable to figure out which way she should go. Looking left and right, it all looked the same. Finding that there was a slight incline to her left, she decided to follow it, hoping that it would lead towards the hill that had been her original destination before the Careers swept up on her. Feeling cum continue to leak from her ass, she grabbed the tattered remains of her panties and wiped herself clean, dropping hem behind herself and brushing a bunch of leaves over it to hide her way. Standing completely naked, she made her way up the rapidly inclining hill, trying to put as much distance between her and the Careers as possible. At this point and time, she had very little in the ways of a strategy beyond simply escaping the Careers. If she was captured at any point by them it was a one-way ticket to being tied to a tree to be used as rutting post.

Staggering over a small ledge, Katniss felt her feet give away and her knees buckle, her body collapsing to the ground and tumbling down a short fall. Rolling past a couple bushes, Katniss felt herself grind to a halt, groaning as she pushed herself up onto her knees. Glancing up, her eyes widened as her breath caught in her throat. She wasn't alone. Staring back at her were the freckled cheeks of Foxface, the redhead as equally surprised by the suddenness of her arrival as well. There was a moment where they both stared at each other, like deer in headlights, unsure as to what to do, but neither one wanting to move. Katniss, rushing with adrenaline, turned and tried to bolt away, her mind cluttered in such a way that caused her to presume Foxface meant her harm and that by the traditional Hunger Games rules she'd be out to kill her. However, Foxface lunged at her, knocking her back into the leaves, the two rolling back and forth struggling somewhat, until Katniss finally managed to pin the redhead down, holding her wrists firmly into the ground. Breathing heavily, their naked bodies gently pressed against one another, the panic fuelled state that Katniss was in slowly dissipating as she remembered just where she was. Still breathing heavily, she snapped, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Foxface didn't even offer up so much as a murmur in response. Pinned beneath the weightier Katniss, she had no hopes of overpowering her, but that had never been her intention. Not in the slightest. Instead, she lifted her head and planted her lips firmly against Katniss's, the two softly letting their lips press together, the softness of their embrace melting Katniss's grip on her wrists. Startled, Katniss found herself immediately succumbing; the heat of the Games set into her bones and soon enough she was driven purely by lust and desire. Foxface had been one of those Tributes that had caught her attention early on and thus to have her so readily pressed against her body, eager to earn some points for one another. For the first time in the games, Katniss began to feel less of a compulsion and more of a desire.

It was less like she needed to fuck the girl and more like she wanted to. Then again, it was very possible that Katniss was prescribing a lot more meaning to a frankly ludicrous situation of heightened emotions. However, in the simplest and basest of terms, Katniss wanted nothing more than to be buried between the thin, lithe redhead's thighs, licking and devouring the first pussy she had had the pleasure of sampling since she had left Twelve. Or maybe the first that was worth noting. The haze of adrenaline and swinging of emotions rendered her placid in Foxface's hands and whilst Katniss was still atop her, pinning her against the forest floor, Foxface was very much freed of any immediate constraints. Whilst she could easily escape, she had no intention to. Like most Tributes, she was of the mindset that Katniss was a valuable person to be associated with, and her main reason for not engaging with the initial fuckfest was rather simple. She went in and got supplies before heading out.

Whilst the bombastic nature of the initial fuckfest was indeed a great spectacle, there would be far more attention given to a supple, intimate, one-on-one moment in the woods between two beautiful women. People were far less inclined to remember the unremarkable blowjobs at the very beginning of the Games. Spectacle was one thing, Foxface knew that in a sea of spectacle, substance would stand stronger than anything. And it was by pure luck that Katniss stumbled upon her in the forest. In fact, Foxface had been following after another Tribute, hoping that they would be her partner in that intimate moment, only to have the most high-profile Tribute land on top of her, slick and raring to go.

Parting their lips, they allowed each other's tongues to begin to explore their mouths, darting back and forth, weaving deeper inside. Freeing her hands, Foxface slid them down to Katniss's ass, sinking them deep into her soft and squishy flesh, moaning softly as she did so. Foxface may have wanted to present herself as an outsider in the Games, but even she was on the bandwagon of fantasising and ogling Katniss's ass and she was thrilled to find out that that time wasn't wasted and that her ass cheeks were as soft and heavenly as she had always imagined. Pulling and pawing at them, she elicited a couple moans from Katniss, the brunette's hands relaxing and moving down to the redhead's breasts, gently squeezing the meek handfuls, pinching her two puffy little nipples between her fingers. Biting her lip, Foxface pulled away from Katniss, allowing her to slide her lips slowly down, trailing soft kisses along her lightly freckled skin. It was like a switch in Katniss; one moment she was up in arms, the next she was caressing Foxface as if it was Prim, taking one of her nipples into her mouth and lavishing it in the most intimate and delicate way, curling and darting her tongue across the sensitive nub, gently nibbling it with her teeth and reducing the redhead to a stream of soft moans, her folds beginning to dampen beneath her unshaven crotch. As Katniss dipped a hand down to the young girl's pussy, she let out a deep and satisfying moan as her wriggling fingers were hampered by a nest of fiery red hair, the young girl adopting a style that Katniss had enjoyed for so long before Effie shaved it all away. After so much time spent looking at shaven crotches and hairless bodies, it was somewhat refreshing and reassuring to be met with a beauty int heir natural form. It set Katniss's pussy alight in a way she simply didn't expect, but one she wholeheartedly embraced with open arms.

With the revelation that the redhead was unshaven, Katniss felt a palpable urge build in her loins, an urge that was echoed by her movements. Abandoning the slow and subtle building of pleasure, Katniss slid right down Foxface's body, slipping between her legs, hooking her arms beneath the lithe girl's thighs and spreading her legs nice and wide, revealing her sumptuous fiery pussy. The sight was enough to make her salivate, the brunette unable to control herself any longer and lunging forwards with hungry and eager desire, wanting to taste her slickness swiftly. Thrusting her tongue up against the young girl's folds, Katniss was surprised how tightly pursed her lips were, with her folds needing some work to loosen up. Work that Katniss was more than happy to do, but not without thinking it a little strange. Still, carving her tongue along the girl's slit, she buried her nose in the nest of her hair, licking and lapping wildly at the redhead's pussy, tasting her sweet slickness and drinking it down in veritable bucket-loads. Katniss could already feel her juices beginning to trickle down her chins, coating her lips to a shimmering gloss and rendering her a sticky mess; just how she liked to be. Moans escaped Foxface's lips rather suddenly, the girl being extremely vocal and present with her moans. The simplest of pleasures appeared wholeheartedly intense upon her face, with the young girl biting her lip as she battled against the waves of pleasure. It reminded Katniss of what it was like to lick Prim's pussy, her young inexperience transforming into almost violent convulsions of pleasure as her body tried to comprehend and contend with the pleasure and all the associated sensations that were flooding across her. The sight of Foxface and the plethora of subtle and not so subtle movements she was making were enough to bring a moan to Katniss's lips, with the subsequent vibration being enough to drive a shriek of pure orgasmic pleasure from the redhead's lips. It was so sudden and unexpected that Katniss honestly began to wonder and think that she was true virgin; not one that was simply for show, but a real untouched and untainted virgin. It would explain her immense sensitivity and incredible susceptibility to the talent of an oralist such as Katniss.

Not only was Foxface submerged in the pleasure of Katniss's tongue, but she was also afforded the beautiful and glorious sight of Katniss's face buried between her legs, her gorgeous eyes looking up at her. Not only that, but Katniss had her ass pushed up and outwards, allowing Foxface to see the curve of her cheeks from where she lay, giving her plenty eye-candy to ride through the orgasmic pleasure with.

Finding the redhead's entrance, Katniss prepared to push her tongue inside, knowing full well that it would send her into a haze of incredible pleasure that would be unbearable to her virgin body. Slipping the tip of her tongue up and into place, Katniss gently worked her entrance wider and wider before stabbing forwards and plunging as much of her slippery morsel as she could deep inside of Foxface's pussy, sending the young redhead into a fit of unending moans. Her eyes flew open and her lips were stretched into a permanent smile as he moaned continuously. Arching her back, she pushed her hairy pussy up and into Katniss's face, wanting more pleasure, wanting it deeper inside her, and wanting that building sensation within her core to wash over her. Foxface was a virgin; a secret she kept close to her chest, knowing full well that had she wore it brazenly around she would currently be being fucked by an endless barrage of Careers, all of whom wanted to defile the beautiful young redhead virgin. So, to lose her virginity in such a delicate, albeit crude, way, was quite something, especially considering that she presumed it would be a rather unceremonious affair. Having Katniss's tongue lavishing and loving her in ways she would never have imagined possible was quite an explosive way to welcome in the Games and all their sexual perversity. After all, as kinky and naughty as some of the experiences had been that day, the rest of the Games would make them seem pitiful in comparison.

Suddenly, Foxface felt Katniss's hand lunge up and along her body, grasping her soft and supple breast, gently squeezing it, pinching her nipples. Taken by surprise at just how pleasurable that proved to be, Foxface brushed Katniss's hand aside and replaced it with her own, experimenting with the contrasting pleasures of pinching and Katniss's tongue. With her hand free, Katniss decided that there was only one place for it. Wriggling her tongue out of Foxface's pussy, she found the redhead's clit, gently rubbing and flicking it with her tongue, all the while bringing her hand up to the girl's cunt, nestling a single finger against her entrance. Without warning, Katniss gently eased it inside her tight and clutching depths, causing Foxface to writhe back and forth, the building pleasure from so many sources proving to be almost unbearable. Not only was she being fingered, but her clit was being attacked by Katniss's tongue, all the while her own hands squeezed and played with her nipples and breasts, the slightest brush of her fingers against her tits making for an immensely pleasurable sensation. Losing herself in the pleasure, Foxface began to feel it building inside her, twisting and bubbling to the surface in an incredibly explosive way. She had experienced orgasms many times before, having brought herself to countless orgasms with her fingers and a multitude of toys, but this one; the one born of Katniss's touch was proving to be infinitely more intense and satisfying.

Something about the nimbleness of Katniss's tongue and the sheer talent of the brunette's oral abilities. It was all compounding into one brilliant moment of pure ecstasy. And Katniss hadn't even been on the receiving end yet.

Writhing in the soft forest floor, Foxface felt her orgasm claim her, the sudden spike in pleasure causing her lips to part in a permanent gasp, no sound able to escape her lips as she shivered and twitched. Katniss felt her pussy tighten and clamp down around her tongue and fingers, prompting the brunette to be even more forceful with her movements, driving through her orgasm and continuing to pleasure her even as her hand attempted to push Katniss's face away from her pussy in a playful sort of way. In the end, Foxface was incredibly glad that she couldn't push Katniss away as her constant tongue movements and curling lips were amongst the most intense sensations claiming her body, with even the subtlest flick being amplified by the washing pleasure that surged through her body. It seemed completely endless, with every moment driving more and more pleasure into her body, until it finally subsided, her breath coming back to her as she gasped for air, lying flat against the forest floor, her cheeks flushed with red and her pussy a slick and sloppy mess. Pulling her tongue slowly away, Katniss playfully rubbed the young girl's pussy, almost proud at the state she left the redhead in. Sliding up onto her knees, she rested there, watching as Foxface caught her breath. At that point, Katniss wasn't even sure if she wanted the redhead to return the favour as she looked rather cute in such a state of exhaustion, but as she looked on for longer and longer, she began to feel her pussy throb, begging for something more than a few fingers. Whilst Foxface was sure she could do wonders with her tongue - despite her inexperience- she knew that she'd never be able to top what Katniss had just provided and thus decided she would opt for something a little different.

Pushing up onto her knees, she moved towards her bag and unzipped it. Fumbling around inside, she tossed out a couple sex-toys, showing off the small collection that she had garnered already. She had a small round vibrator that was perfectly designed to sit up against your clit as you wore panties, a bulbous butt-plug that was a little larger than the redhead thought she'd be able to use, a rather quaint silver dildo, and the most interesting adornment of all, a nicely sized strapon, perfect for a more intimate fuck. Katniss would have probably wanted a bigger one when it came down to it, but she was hardly going to complain as the young redhead slipped it over his slim legs and nestled it right up against her slick, dripping wet thighs. There were two small plastic dildos inlaid into the harness that Foxface felt slip into place, with the one angled towards her asshole requiring a little more effort to get inside of her. Luckily, her slickness had begun to dribble down her ass cheeks, lubricating her hole without her even knowing. Fiddling with the straps, Foxface began to show her inexperience with these particular toys as she found herself unable to properly fasten it. Smirking, Katniss crawled forwards and knelt in front of the redhead, gently grasping the base of the strapon's cock. Placing the head between her lips, she began to steadily bob her head up and down the thick length, lathering it with saliva and working it to a glossy shimmer. Foxface felt her breath get taken away at the tight, her hands dropping the strapon and watching it sink down her hips. Quick to act, Katniss grabbed the harness and whilst deepthroating the juicy plastic cock, reaffixed it to Foxface's hips, seamlessly tightening the straps and pinning it perfectly to the redhead's body, plucking her lips from the shaft and giving it one last sloppy kiss before reclining into the leaves and spreading her legs nice and wide, her fingers threading themselves through her folds and holding them open for Foxface to plunder, pound, and pummel.

Sinking down to her knees, Foxface prodded Katniss's entrance tentatively, trying to find the girl's entrance as she probed the woman's folds. It became increasingly apparent just how inexperienced the redhead was, with her timidity shining through as she struggled to find Katniss's entrance. It warmed Katniss to the girl and ultimately made her throb even more. Reaching up she grabbed Foxface by the neck and pulled her down and into a kiss, the two of them snogging deeply as their bodies closed together. Grabbing the strapon, Katniss angled it properly and groaned into the redhead's lips as it sank all the way inside of her, the leather harness pressing against her shaven crotch. Moaning in unison, the two of them savour the sensation of being balls deep inside of the brunette's cunt, with pleasure surging through Foxface as the two cocks seated in her holes began to bounce back and forth, pinging against her insides and sending shivers through her body. It certainly didn't match the sumptuous pleasure that Katniss was experiencing, but it was enough to keep Foxface engaged in a pleasure sense. Moans drifted from each of their lips as their mouths parted, the two of them pressing their breasts together as their eyes rolled closed.

Foxface was a little nervous to pull her hips back, afraid that she wouldn't be able to meet Katniss's expectations. Despite having trained a fair bit with strapons, all with the help of her trainer, she felt a little under-equipped and inadequate when pressed up against Katniss; both in experience and sex appeal. Her pert tits and somewhat flat ass could barely hold their own against Katniss's juicy tits and remarkably fat, rounded arse. She was the definition of Foxface's ideal partner and stood in stark contrast to Glimmer's abrasive traditional beauty. Katniss was far realer and more enticing in her relatable form. She wasn't a bimbo or a beautiful busty-broad. She was just a well formed, gorgeous teenager, with a sex appeal that made her absolutely insatiable.

Finally drawing her hips back, Foxface built a slow and steady rhythm, making sure to sink every single inch inside of Katniss's cunt whenever she thrust forwards.

Driving her cock deeper and deeper with each push, grinding her crotch up against Katniss's with every stroke. Moans dribbled from Katniss's lips as Foxface built a surprisingly good rhythm, fucking her slow and steady, in rather deep and orgasmic way. Reclining into leaves, Katniss stretched her arms out above her head, moaning loudly as she inadvertently pushed her breasts forwards. Presented with such a delectable sight, Foxface could hardly deny herself the pleasure. Burying her lips between Katniss's breasts, she kissed and suckled upon any skin and flesh she could, tracing her lips around to her nipples and gently beginning to nibble and bit on the sensitive teats, knowing just how sensitive her own nipples were and hoping that the brunette shared the same traits. Her thrusts became a little stunted as a result of her alternate priorities, but the additional pleasure applied to her breasts kept Katniss incredibly content, happy to be pounded away at by the young redhead.

Wrapping her legs around Foxface's waist, she tightened them to pull the girl deeper, using her legs to help maintain a strong and steady pace, pounding and thrusting away at her pussy. The wet slaps of their bodies colliding began to fill the forest, not so loud that the Careers would be able to find her, but loud enough that the audible sounds made both Foxface and Katniss moan in response. Slurping at Katniss's tits, Foxface became enamoured by their supple deliciousness, revelling in just how pleasurable it was to devour and bit at the creamy handfuls. Katniss was happy to simply lay there, slowly and steadily being fucked in a rather intense and intimate way, all the while having her breasts lavished and attacked with kisses and licks, her titties beginning to glisten and shimmer with the thin layer of saliva that had been lathered across them. Yet as she lay there, content with the pleasure, Katniss couldn't help but want more. The perverse side of her mind began to kick in and she developed a kinky, naughty little plan. After all, Foxface had pulled a whole plethora of sex-toys out of her bag and it would be a shame if they didn't go to good use.

Rolling Foxface onto her back, Katniss rolled atop her, keeping the strapon lodged inside her the entire time, groaning as the new position allowed for a certain depth of pleasure. Savouring the sensation, Katniss wasted no time at all in building a quick and shallow pace, sliding herself seamlessly along Foxface's strapon, moaning constantly as the young redhead continued her salacious attack on the woman's breasts, mauling and moaning into them as she bit and suckled on any flesh, she could wrap her lips around. Slamming her ass up and down the dildo, Katniss inadvertently began fill the forest with the sumptuous sound of her ass cheeks clapping together, her well-used and exercised asshole peeking out from between those cheeks each time she forced herself down onto the cock. Despite being relatively new to the world of vaginal pleasure, she was taking to a firm approach to sex rather swiftly, being able to slam herself down with incredible force, adding to the pleasure both she and Foxface were experiencing. It hadn't quite struck Katniss exactly how peculiar this situation as and exactly how strange it was that she had simply landed into it. The fact that she had so intimately engaged with the redhead, snogging her as if she intended to marry her one day, hadn't yet crossed her mind as something particularly out of place. The pleasure and passion of it all had clouded her judgement and, in her mind, this was all rather pedestrian and normal. Just more perverse sexual antics and nothing entirely new in her life. Had she been thinking straight, it would have probably dawned on her just how much of an influence the Capitol had become in her way of thinking. Alas, she was too consumed in the moment and the driving pleasure of the thick plastic cock currently plundering her depths.

Reaching to her side, she grabbed the butt-plug that Foxface had cast aside and dipped it into her lips, wrapping her tongue around the object as the redhead looked up with interest and intrigue. Seeing what Katniss was currently suckling on gave her a quiver of pleasure down below, her pussy throbbing at the idea that the brunette was about to seat that toy inside of herself. However, that wasn't exactly what she was about to do as Katniss was still well aware of the cameras watching her and she knew that the sponsors would be eating this situation up. Playing into their hand, she plucked the toy from between her lips and smacked them audibly, all before lowering the black, bulbous toy to Foxface's lips, the redhead eagerly and instantly wrapping her own lips around them, suckling and savouring the thick plastic, tasting Katniss's saliva on her tongue, all before popping it out of her mouth and planting one last kiss against the plastic. Biting her lip, Katniss did the same, kissing the tip before reaching around and behind herself. Seeing Foxface crane her neck to see, Katniss spun around, maintaining her position on the cock, but reversing which way she was facing. Leaning forwards, she presented her tight little asshole to Foxface who watched with abject glee as the brunette nestled the thick toy up against her ass, working it back and forth against her puckered entrance, trying her best to find that perfect angle. When she found it, an audible groan filled Katniss's lips as her hole gave away, peeling apart and enveloping the thick toy, swallowing it one gulp, taking it deep inside herself, with the plastic handle nestling tightly against her hole. Moaning deeply, Katniss let the toy settle inside herself, giving Foxface plenty of time to ogle it, all before spinning back around to face her. She could practically see the redhead salivating over the sight, the young girl lunging up and claiming Katniss's lips in a deep, arousal driven kiss, their tongues battling intensely within their mouths, darting back and forth with animalistic intent, delving as deep as they could, driving moans of pure satisfaction out from their throats and bringing them closer to orgasm through the sheer erotic potential of their situation. Their clits were humming with pure arousal, their bodies tingling as they both came closer and closer to exploding in tandem and in unison.

Beginning to ride Foxface once more, Katniss lunged towards the small vibrator, clicking it into action and pinning it up against Foxface's breasts. Gasping, the redhead fell flat against the forest floor allowing Katniss to guide the vibrating disc back and forth, circling around each of the woman's nipples, all before pinning right up against them, the shuddering plastic sending her into a fit of continuous moans, moans that were insatiable in their erotic desire. Gasping as it pulled away and moved lower, Foxface's eyes widened as she realised exactly what Katniss had in store. Before she could even moan with anticipation, Katniss had pulled the top of the harness away from her body, sliding a small portion of the dildo out of her cunt.

Holding the vibrator in place, she slipped it down and through the nest of fiery hair until it was nestled perfectly against her clit. Once it was there, she let go and pinged the harness back into place, the leather fabric pinning the vibrator perfectly against her sensitive bead of pleasure, the moans the followed being the loudest and most intense there could ever be. Writhing once again in the forest floor, Foxface abandoned her attempts to bring Katniss to a toe- curling orgasm, her body ultimately being claimed by immense pleasure. Unable to think about anything other than the intense sensations shuddering through her own body, Foxface allowed Katniss to ride the strapon, working herself to orgasm, something that Katniss was more than happy to do. There were the moments when Foxface thrust herself upwards, driving the cock deeper into Katniss as she twitched with pleasure. The butt-plug seated in her ass was a fine addition to the amount of pleasure she was experiencing, with the rise and fall of her hips causing the toy to be unseated within her, bouncing around her insides and sending flickers of pleasure through her young and supple body. She was beginning to wonder whether she should keep that plug as a permanent fixture inside herself. It would certainly make it easier to work herself to an orgasm when she need to, and it was more the likely to catch the eyes of the sponsors if she was venturing through the forest, exploring the thick jungle, all the while being impaled in the arse with a thick butt-plug.

Both Foxface and Katniss were riding closer and closer to their orgasms, both of their bodies tingling closer to the edge. Foxface had already orgasmed and thus her body was rendered all the more sensitive. Combined with the fact that she seemed to be getting bombarded on all sides by pleasure, and the redhead seemingly didn't stand a chance at surviving too long with Katniss. Katniss was simply brought to orgasm by virtue of being fucked for long enough. That and she was reminded an awful lot of fucking with Prim whenever she closed her eyes, with Foxface being somewhat inexperienced and almost child-like in her approach to sex. However, Katniss didn't have long to dwell on those thoughts as her orgasm swept over her, hitting her hard and hitting her fast, her body twitching and spasming atop Foxface, her pussy tightening and her arse clenching down. Luckily, Foxface was on the brim as well and was pushed into her orgasm rather swiftly after Katniss, the two of them moaning and squealing in unison, their bodies grinding together. Katniss flopped forwards, laying down against Foxface, their breasts squeezed up against one another, the two of them moaning constantly. This orgasm seemed even longer than the previous one with Foxface completely unsure as to whether or not this would end. All the pleasure seemed doubled in intensity and the erotic nature of the entire situations seemed endless.

Orgasming in unison with Katniss, their bodies pressed together, their bodies gleaming with a thin layer of sweat - enough to give them a delicious subtle glow-, their thighs rendered slick with arousal and their breath robbed from them. It was a sumptuous thing indeed and neither of them could last any longer. Lifting her hips, Katniss unsheathed the strapon from her pussy, rolling onto her back beside Foxface and beginning to catch her breath. Glancing to her left, she watched the young redhead slowly gather herself before looking towards Katniss.

Leaning forwards, Foxface claimed one last kiss before grabbing her bag and the dildo that she had thrown out and rushing off into the forest, disappearing amongst the trees and leaving Katniss to lay there, exhausted and satisfied. Smirking, it quickly dawned upon her that she had no idea what Foxface's name was. And as she pondered on it even more, she was almost certain that the redhead didn't utter a single word during that entire encounter. Chuckling softly, Katniss rose to her feet and grabbed her bag, slinging it over her shoulder. Taking a couple steps, she realised that the butt-plug was still lodged inside herself. Instead of pulling it out, she simply smirked and kept it inside. Before she set of however, she decided to take a look inside her own bag and figure out what random supplies she had been bestowed. Inside, she found a double-pronged dildo, an inflatable pump, an egg-shaped vibrator, some supplies to light a fire, some string, some rope and perhaps most curiously; a pair of crotchless panties. Holding them up, she sighed, completely and utterly baffled by their inclusion. Stuffing them back into the bag, she hauled it over her shoulders and picked a direction, deciding to set off and figure out the rest later.