Vanessa nuzzled into the ample flesh of her companions massive tits. The career tribute, Linda she had learned in between their sessions od vigorous fucking, had an amazing body and knew how to use every inch of it for pleasure in a way Vanessa wished she could but that was the difference between a career tribute and a tribute from a production district. Vanessa had only limited exposure to girls that wanted sex in her district, most preferred the guys and the entire district was more "traditional" in that way, but she enjoyed the few times she had been with another girl. Linda was so much more experienced but she didn't let inexperience hurt their performance. She did a great job guiding Vanessa as they had sex, her hands moved Vanessa's around her body and Linda's moaning helped her know what to keep doing especially with her newly enhanced tongue.
Linda stirred eyes opening to find Vanessa waking up, their busty bodies pressed together, both still glistening with the sweat of exertion from hours of sex, Linda's body more so thanks to her now constantly oiled look. One hand snaked downward to cup one of Vanessa's hefty tits, giving the melon sized orb a squeeze. The redhead groaned, opening her eyes slowly. "There you are." The blonde career said quietly. "We should get up." She said, she was met by a groan of protest from Vanessa.
"I can go a few more rounds." The redhead said with a naughty smile. Linda chuckled.
"You're such a slut, I'd love to keep enjoying that tongue of yours but we need to get back to the competition. The boys and their magnificent cocks probably left us." She said. Again Vanessa protested but slowly rose, pausing to take in the naked body of the career she just spent the day with.
The curvaceous beauties showered together, groping and making out before drying off and returning to the bedroom once again to find it neatly made up and their equipment in boxes on the bed like before, again like before they each found a vial along with their batons. They smiled at each other and drank the contents. Both women left together wishing each other luck and marching off in back into the arena as dusk was setting in. both women paused hearing a commotion on the other side of the Cornucopia, eyeing each other they made a silent agreement to investigate together.
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Allen made his way deeper into the forest, leaving the clearing and the cornucopia behind him. He'd spent the entirety last night fucking a blonde career while her partner fucked Vanessa. He found the guys name was Jon while her name was Linda. The two enhanced and incredibly muscular tribute studs bonded briefly while the two women were selected go back to the Cornucopia building for another round of crazy sex.
Allen carefully retraced his steps from what he remembered, trying to find his way back to where he was with Tanya before he was messaged to go "perform". He passed what he thought was the tree he fuck-climbed with his district seven partner to escape a pair of careers, the same pair of careers he and Vanessa fucked. He didnt have to look hard before he found his old outfit shredded and discarded against the trunk. Looking around he didn't see her. "Tanya." He whispered to the empty forest. "Tanya!" He said a little louder hoping she would hear him if she was close. A rustle of brush caught his attention, followed by a handful of grunts and a shout from what only could have been a female tribute came from off to his side. He charged off in the direction of the sound. Partially worried it was Tanya in a fight and partially trying to keep an eye out so he wasn't ambushed on his way to investigate.
He skidded to a stop by a downed tree trunk, peering around the fallen tree he saw Tanya in bad shape. Her enhanced bimbo body has shallow cuts in a dozen places and more than a few bruises clearly starting to show. She was on the ground, one leg stretched out and an arm held upward, a thick firm leg was pressed to her waist as another women held her locked on the ground. Allen recognized this one. Katy from district twelve, during the training leading up to the games she was pretty but didn't stand out, certainly not caring as much about her looks or presentation as the careers. She wasn't overly curvy at first, now the woman Allen saw was a full on bimbo, her new form stretched what was left of her outfit around the hips and chest, her fit midriff was visible, and her long thick legs were almost entirely exposed. Thick locks of long brown hair fell to the small of her back, disheveled after a fight she clearly won. Allen was tempted to go help Tanya but didn't, he wasn't sure why he hesitated to charge the girl from twelve, instead he only looked on as she brought her baton down on Tanya's exposed side.
With a grunt from her and a yelp from Tanya, Allen watched the girl from twelve claim her prize. Tanya's body shrunk, thinning, losing its curves and musculature. The tribute from groaned as her tits swelled and ripped her top, her hips widened, tearing her bottoms. Allen could see the arousal at her groin. His massive enhanced cock springing to life in moments, precum flowing freely from his cockhead. Visions of this girl on her hands and knees, screaming her pleasure as he thrust hard into her flooded his mind. Allen shook his head to clear himself and regain some sense of control. He didn't need sex right now. He had plenty of that not long ago. He tried to ignore his building lust, he was saddened by Tanya's elimination and wanted to check on her. His wrist communicator lit up with a message.
"Fuck her!" -C
'Right, the games.' He had to remind himself. There could only be one winner of each gender. Tanya was out, he was still in and if he wanted to survive to the end he needed the audience to root for him. He heard his mentors voice in his head, "sex sells" every day she said those words, he remembered her commentary during one of their sessions viewing some clips from previous games, "everytime you get the chance, fuck somebody, that gains you fans and fans become sponsors" she said. He didn't know how many "fans" he had, he knew sponsors meant gifts and gifts could mean the different between victory and defeat. He got that booster yesterday, who knows how expensive that was, he could always use more gifts like that. He reached down and gave his achingly hard cock a few pumps, letting the precum flow and start sliding down the underside of his prick. He reminded himself the crowd wants their males cocky and arrogant, he took one big step out from around his hiding place. "I thought I heard a couple sluts over here." He called out with a grin, letting his hard cock lead the way.
The woman from twelve looked up from the deflated Tanya, the moment her eyes settled on Allen and his seventeen inches of thick hard cock she grinned. "Just one slut." She corrected him. "Need a hole for that monstercock?" She asked. As Allen got closer he could see a backpack tucked to the side, he expected she'd been gifted that and whatever else was inside the bag.
"Depends, are you willing or do I have to take my pleasure from you by force?" He asked, getting closer and ignoring Tanya's body by his feet.
"I'm K..." she started to introduce herself but his hand shot up to cover her mouth.
"You're whatever I call you. Bitch." He growled, her eyes fluttered at his statement, her newly enhanced libido doing its work. One big hand grabbed her hair and he pushed her to her knees. "Choke on it." He ordered. The woman from twelve eagerly impaled her face on his cock. She struggled to fit his spongy head in her mouth and fought his girth every inch of the way. She pushed herself to take more and more of the iron hard man meat, throating inch after inch. She came to a stop a foot down, gagging and gurgling as his meat was lodged in her windpipe. "I said choke." He almost shouted, grabbing her head with one hand and forcing her deeper while thrusting his hips into her hard.
