Mentor Pt. 02

The two weeks of training had been hard for the district seven tributes. Every day Jay and Amara left for twelve hours of combat training, survival education, and sexual practice, then returned to their room to fuck each other under Allen's watchful eye. The victor and mentor from district seven making sure both his charges put on a good show for the capital, they had to make plenty of noise during fights and sex, especially sex.

The practice sex was showing some results, Amara gyrated and loudly moaned through every session, screaming her pleasure when she came. Jay had gotten more aggressive, choking and slapping Amara as he thrust with all his strength. They'd even last longer now, they could fuck for two and a half hours nonstop, impressive considering it had only been two weeks. Allen felt Jay still needed some polish but Amara was almost and expert, he felt she could fuck with the best of them if she for far enough in the games. She had an enthusiasm her partner lacked, definitely a mark in her favor when she got in the arena.

Tonight was the last night before the games officially began. Jay had Amara on all fours, hands gripping her hair and pulling it back as he slammed his hips home hard. "Oh god! Oh fuck!" She cried out. Allen watched the time, over two hours, solid for now. He hoped it would be enough.

"Oh shit, take it bitch." Jay growled, hands moving to Amara's throat to squeeze as his balls emptied in her belly.

"Fuck yes... fill me." She moaned, her hips gyrating as her lover came, forcing herself to another orgasm so both could cum hard together. Allen sat silent as they came down from their ecstasy.

"Ok guys, thats enough for tonight." His voice rumbled before they could start again. They'd keep going until one of them collapsed if Allen didn't stop them. At his instruction they untangled from each other and stood, still naked, sweaty, and dripping fuck fluids, they didn't have any issues with it now. Allen stood slowly, his full over muscled naked form a preview of what their futures could look like if they made it to the end. He smiled and placed a big hand their shoulders. "You both have done very well. Tomorrow the games officially start, remember to be smart and put on a good show. I can't help you if you don't win fans and sponsors so make an impression." He told them before sending them off to bed. They'd need their rest. The pair went together to the same room, they'd been sleeping together for the two weeks since the first day. Allen hoped they'd bonded to be a team, anything could happen when the starting gun sounded.

Morning arrived with fireworks and fanfare. Music and cheering assaulted the training tower. It was surprisingly calm and quiet inside the tower when outside the capital was in a chaotic celebratory frenzy. Allen was up especially early, his body covered in sweat as he slowly thrust into Katy's big and perfectly shaped ass. "Oh fuck." She sighed into the bed. "Fuck me." Her hands grasped and pulled against the sheets as every inch of Allen's giant cock forced her anal canal to widen and deepen. "Oh god, oh fuck, so big!" She moaned. Allen looked ahead, the huge mirror at the head of his bed gave him a perfect view of Katy on all fours taking his giant thirty two inch cock, the swinging movement of her huge firm tits testament to the power of his thrusts even at his slow speed.

He grabbed her hair and pulled her head up, forcing her to watch as he cored her out from behind. She shuddered, cumming hard at the view. On a bedside table his alarm went off signaling the start of his day. He growled and reluctantly and sped up, his thrusts faster, shorter, merciless, hands coming down to squeeze her hips tighter, forcing himself to completion, jerking himself off using her well fucked ass. It didn't take long, the tightness of her ass made even tighter by the pressure he put on the sides of her hips intensified the pleasure until his balls refused to be held back and unleashed the load with enough power to bruise Katy's insides.

"Oh FUCK!" She screamed. Body convulsing as feeling him cum brought on another orgasm that shook her body and curled her toes. Allen just held her in place as he pumped fat long streamers of incredibly thick ball batter into the one time tributes deepest recesses. When it was over he withdrew himself from Katy's ass. "Oh please, I need it." She moaned and whined, feeling empty.

"Later." He promised, breathing hard, he showered and got dressed. Allen's stylist had given him a full suit for today, bark brown color with leafy adornment's that some how looked natural against the bark pattern of the jacket and slacks, all of it custom made for his incredible size. He was amazed how comfortable the pants were when he slid his immense cock and balls into them.

Jay and Amara were quiet during breakfast, Allen remembered not saying much before his games too. "Remember guys, trust your training and instincts, you'll have an advantage in wooded areas and use that agility of yours to move quickly so they can't see you." He said hoping to give a few last words before they were on their own. The game makers came to collect them and Allen escorted his two as far as he could, he saw every other mentor doing the same, their faces a mixed bag of serious, excited, and calm, like they've accepted what was going to happen to their kids.

Every mentor was dressed in custom made finery, this was one of the few times the victors covered their bodies, only the women showed a lot of skin, their dresses had high slips and plunging necklines. The men all wore suits, only Anthony was without a jacket, his massive arms on full display, dark skin in contrast to his all white suit. The tributes were handed off and a one hour countdown began.

"You look snazzy." A female voice said. Allen smiled as he turned around. Mina's outfit was scandalous even by capital standards. Her mountainous tits were bare save for a strip of cloth that seemed glued to her body on the sides of her orbs, the dark fabric covered her nipples and a ran along the outside each ballooning breast to her back then ran down her spine to a tiny thong that rode high on her hips, a long strip of cloth fell from the front and back of her, the front between her thick legs and the back lost between the incredible fat cheeks of her ass. The drapes dragged along the floor as she walked toward him.

"Snazzy's a word for it." He replied uninterested in how he looked while his eyes feasted on the barely clothed body of his fellow mentor. He had to concentrate on keeping his cock soft, his special gift made it so he could control if he was hard or soft but the thirty two inch fuckmast would still harden if something aroused him enough. The almost completely exposed mega busty Mina was more than hot enough to make him hard. The much shorter mentor leaned into a hug and when Allen leaned down, kissed him deeply.

"Remember to work your sponsors, get your tributes gifts they'll need for the games." She said quietly. A bit of last minute mentoring for the first time mentor. He pulled her into another kiss and set her down with a smile. He'd give almost anything to fuck Mina right then and there but he had a job to do, hopefully one or both of his kids would make it out. Twelve attendants strode through the lounge, each carrying a case with the mentors cuffs inside, each case was adorned with the corresponding districts number. Allen opened his case and slipped his huge arm into the cuff.

As the start drew closer mentors roamed the lounge chatting with each other or the few higher class sponsors that managed to get invited into the victor only room. "Attention, attention, this years games are about to begin." The voice in hidden speakers faded and the twenty four screens along the wall lit up, each showing an empty platform in a mixed grass and dirt field. At this everyone who wasn't a mentor or staff hurried out of the room, now it was mentors only.

"Shit it's not a forest." Allen grumbled trying to piece together the arena around the cornucopia, obviously it wouldn't be in the woods, they change it up every year, last year was a ruined cityscape. On the screens a sixty second timer displayed and began to count down. When the clock it thirty five seconds the platform tops opened and the tributes quickly rose on the platforms. Allen quickly identified Jay and Amara. He held his breath. Three... two... one... BANG! Even though he expected it and watched the count down, the starting gun made him jump.

It was chaos. Twenty four tributes dashed for the opening of the cornucopia, wands in hand. A boy shoved a girl to the ground and ran on, another girl landed on the fallen tribute and slammed her baton into her unlucky victims belly. Allen saw Jay grab a backpack and sprint away, 'Good boy' he thought. His eyes slid to Amara's screen, she was fighting larger girl with deeply tanned skin, a field worker of some kind, Amara's arm was locked in a hold but she leaned to one side, taking the bigger girls weight and spun. She didn't have the balance to stay up but was strong enough to toss the girl over, both young women fell to the ground. Amara brought her baton around and pressed it into the other girls thigh.

"Damn." One of the mentors to his left muttered, Allen looked over, Archie from nine, grain. Twenty six inches, one of Vanessa's favorites to just fuck her throat for hours non stop, nice guy. Back to the screen Amara had bulked up and filled out. Another girl, a career by her build, came charging in and swung her baton low, Amara took a rolling leap to the side, her arm and leg stretched out to catch herself, a move all children in seven learned when dealing with possibly unstable trees, you never wanted the tree limb to break with you on it, you had to jump to safety. Amara tucked her arm and leg close and hit the found rolling.

"Ok, now run kid" Allen muttered out loud. Around him his fellow mentors chuckled, he ignored them. He grunted with satisfaction seeing her steady herself upright, grab the end of a long strap, and run off as fast as her newly enhanced body would take her, though empty handed besides her baton and a six foot long thin leather strap, no bag. Survival tools, food, and water were almost required, at least for the first few days of the games, those packs were filled with the much needed supplies.

Now that he was confident his tributes were out of immediate danger he couldn't help but watch the fights taking place at the starting area. Young men and women fought desperately for supplies, weapons, and each others bodies. Six more went down before the survivors backed off to take in the arena. One of the last to fall was a career girl from district one, Anthony laughed loudly as the much smaller girl from twelve tackled her and jabbed her baton into the careers belly. She came out of nowhere, she seemed to realize she could go unnoticed at the start, smart girl. Prina, he recalled her name, her older sister Katy was in Allen's games, now she was his personal fucktoy. "That's one to watch!" He said grinning, unbothered at his tributes elimination.

The girl already had decent muscle for her size and looked fairly solid under the thin one piece outfit the tributes wore. Now she was ripped, the sharp outlines of every muscle clear under the fabric as it stretched to accommodate her gains. She stood over her victim, her stance like a predator scanning for threats after making a kill. It was shocking to see, district twelve wasn't known for producing ferocious fighters, this one was rare. Allen eyed twelves mentor, Hayden was grinning like a maniac.

The blonde haired man was broad and bulky, he lacked the definition many male victors had but still had the muscle mass. He was dressed in solid black suit pants and coat only, his hard torso in full view behind his custom sized jacket. As one of only two sets of victors to ever come out of district twelve, he was one of the most experienced mentors here. He was clean shaven with his long blonde hair in a ponytail. He was packing a two foot long cock like many of the other male victors, but his balls were bloated and heavy, more like Allen's. He was a simple and to the point guy, honest and jovial to a self deprecating degree, he'd confessed he only pursued a friendship with Allen to get more access to the mans wife. Allen could only laugh hearing that. Vanessa almost jumped the man when Allen made the introductions. He could have her whenever Allen didn't.

With the tributes all moving away from the cornucopia the mentors took stock of who'd been eliminated. District one lost their girl, two had both still in, three lost the boy, four was already out completely, five, six, seven and eight had both still in it, nine lost the girl Amara drained, ten lost a boy, a girl from eleven, and the boy from twelve. Eight tributes down in the first few minutes. Allen knew his games was like that, he ran for his life away from it all but the melee happened every year, his games was no exception. He had watched his games back several times since.

"That's it for now, best give it a few minutes and chat up the sponsors." The ever alluring Mina said to him. She pulled him into a kiss, short but intense, then sauntered away towards the back of the room. The mentors were chatting with each other, congratulating some and offering apologies to others. Archie from four, made his way to the tables piled high with food and drink, less than ten minutes into the first day and his games were over. Allen noticed a small crowd gathering around Hayden and moved to join them. Anthony caught sight of Allen first.

"Both of yours made it out of the melee on your first games as a mentor, you're doing something right." He said with a smile. Allen thanked him and asked about his fallen tribute and why it didn't bother him. "That's just the way it goes, there are only two winners after all. Do it long enough and you'll accept that, sad as it is." Allen agreed it seemed sad to just accept your tributes were likely to loose. Then he thought about the girl from twelve that drained her. The pair joined the group around twelves mentor.

"I swear that girl had a chip on her shoulder coming in." The blonde mentor said. "When I met her she just seemed angry, quiet and shy on the surface of course, the usual quiet little coal miner, but behind it all was this rage I couldn't figure out, or even make her draw out during training." He explained.

"What did she rate yesterday?" Asked someone, the capital rated all tributes just before the games to help create odds for betting and lure sponsors to favorites. Allen was an eight his year, Jay was a seven and Amara was a nine.

"A three, if you can believe it. Lowest this year." That was astonishing. The higher your number the better you were expected to do, the lowest rated tributes were all but guaranteed to leave the games early on, only five in history made it past day two and none of them were victors. "I don't know about the rest of you but I'd watch out for that one." He chuckled with a toothy grin. Clearly enjoying how his tribute surprised everyone in the arena. After that the group started piecing together the arena. Rolling hills and flat patchy fields, from the camera angles they saw the occasional small lake surrounded by thick brush and a few trees, the rare mounds of boulders showed up making for shallow caves. It was obvious they meant for tributes to run in to each other looking for someplace to rest or gather fresh water.

"That's not a lot of cover." Nia the district two mentor commented. She was dressed in a slate grey dress that twisted around itself and squeezed her body as it descended from her throat to her knees. The outfit showed off her biceps, thighs, and left her abs open to the world. Her chiseled body was a thing to behold.

"Yeah, I don't think this'll be a long one." Claire from district three said sipping a flute of some blue liquid. The electronics industry mentor was thinner than most, her body no less curvaceous for it, her watermelon sized tits and ass looked like they were just bolted onto a stick figure made of twisted steel cords. She was lanky but absolutely ripped underneath it all. Her long dirty blonde hair had strips of hot pink throughout.

"I don't know, those little oasis' seem dense enough for someone to hide in and not be seen if they're careful." Offered Ruby, from district ten she had an hourglass figure highlighted with absolutely huge tits and hips wider than her shoulders with a massive ass. Her original muscle had been buried beneath ten tributes of astounding curves, even the careers her year weren't as built. Her long red hair, colored for her games to match her name, was tied in dozens of thin braids that fell down her back to her ass. She didn't look it on the surface but Allen knew from experience she was as aggressive a fuck as they came.

"I'm sure they'll figure a way to draw this out." Anthony said moving to a plush sofa. "They want their money's worth." He added with a grin. It wasn't long before mentors started heading for the back of the room to their elevators. Allen was caught up looking through the menu's on his arm device when he noticed everyone was heading downstairs. He jogged to his tube and down the platform he went. He was met by the flashing of cameras and dozens of fans wanting to talk to him. He just smiled and made his way to the district seven area.

Each district had a circular area sunken one step into the floor, the edge was lined with a wrap around couch, another circular cushion sat at the center of the depression for additional seating. Allen saw six of the twenty eight sponsors he'd met with over the last two weeks. He eyed the other districts couches, one and two were so full their mentors couldn't get in, half a dozen others had more the he did. He put on a confident smile and hoped for the best.

The first couple he'd met with originally were waiting for him. He thanked them for coming and hoped his tributes would entertain them. They wore similar outfits as the first time, blue in color today.

"So, how are they looking?" The man asked.

"I think we had a good start." Allen said truthfully. "They avoided the melee for the most part, you saw Amara got caught up but managed to get away."

"Yes, after draining that rather foolish girl." His wife added and Allen smiled in agreement, what was foolish about it he couldn't figure out but that wasn't important. Allen wanted to get something from them today, they'd been open to give gifts early and often if the tributes kept doing well. He thought quickly about what was needed. It couldn't be too much, he didn't want to have them commit to something only for it to go to a competitor. Jay was in good shape... that left Amara and he knew what she needed.

"Speaking of Amara, I don't have to tell you how helpful survival supplies are early on. Perhaps I could convince you to help her since she's already shown potential by draining an opponent and getting to safety..." Allen tried to hide his anxiety, he had no idea what he was doing. The gentleman listened quietly and thought for a moment before responding.

"Yes of course, we wouldn't want her to be weak at the start." He agreed with a nod. "What were you thinking?"

"She can find shelter easy enough, what she needs is food and water, maybe a few food bars and a couple bottles?" He thought that was a good start, small, cheap, and necessary for her. The man nodded and pulled a flat device from his pocket, a few presses and the cuff on Allen's arm chimed, three food bars, one bottle of water, and a message to the tribute. He'd take it, it was a good start.

"Tell her to win for us." He said grinning. Allen thanked them with handshakes and moved on to the next sponsor. He'd managed to get two sponsors to share the cost of a sexual encounter for a tribute of Allen's choice, but no one did that first night. Allen was moving to a section of couches with sponsors who didn't know what district they wanted to support yet. These undecided sponsors usually provided smaller gifts but they were no less important during the right moment. He was just introducing himself when the capital fanfare played, Allen had lost track of time, night had fallen in the arena.

Tributes would be settling down for the night, many watching the scrawl of who'd fallen during the days combat. Allen excused himself and stepped away, he saw Jay's locator had him tucked in a rock formation, Amara had made for one of the furthest oasis near the arena boundary. Allen selected the gift and included a quick message. 'Eyes open, stay alert, don't lose.' He told her then sent the gift. All across the arena small boxes would be deployed by parachute directly to the intended tributes. Allen tracked Amara's locator as the canister descended, making sure she received the supplies. His eyes turned to the screen as she opened her gift and immediately took bite of a food bar. "Thank you." She sighed gratefully as she chewed.

A cheer rose up from across the room, Allen looked up to see Hayden waving to applauding sponsors, but these weren't just his, he'd been joined by sponsors from district one. Anthony caught up and clapped his fellow mentor on the back. Someone called everyones attention to their screens as cameras switched to the male tribute from district one, Nate, and Prina from twelve. Their communicators lit up with a message Allen knew only too well, then their screens turned red meaning they were off limits for now. The tributes had been selected to fuck for hours and sleep safe tonight. The first night of the games and already the capital was getting a show, that never happened.

Allen watched envious as undecided sponsors descended on Hayden's area, everyone trying to get the mans attention. Allen was left with a single woman sitting patiently on the end of the couch. He walked over and introduced himself.

"Oh I know who you are, my sister and I love watching you." She said with a smile. Her name was Amber and Allen found out she'd sponsored a few different districts the last few games, never deciding on one to stay with. He didn't get anything for his tributes but he'd hoped he opened her up to the idea.

The first night came to a close as the tributes bedded down for the evening. Allen made his way to his room and Katy who was waiting for him. Instead of taking her to bed he fucked her in front of the wall sized screen in the main living area, Jay and Amara focused on small corner boxes while the main picture was the district one tribute fucking the girl from twelve, Katy's sister. Allen watched the action live as he enjoyed his personal fucktoy, promising she could watch everything back tomorrow. In the years since he'd won, Allen hadn't ever seen Katy as aggressive and eager as she was watching and hearing her own sister fuck.

The next morning Allen was up in the mentors lounge early, he was joined by three others, Claire from three, Steph from eight, and Hayden from twelve who was excited beyond words for whatever today brought. Allen confessed he was just nervous as the group chatted and was joined by the other mentors a couple hours later. Everyone was dressed, it was odd seeing everyone covered, Allen was used to seeing his fellow victors naked all the time. Today the men were in suits the women in tight fitting dresses. Every inch of clothing was custom made to highlight their incredible assets. All the mentors eyes were on their respective screens.

Jay and Amara got an early start, it looked like he was searching for a safe spot for tonight, wise. Amara was scouting her little oasis trying to decide if it was safe to refill her water bottle, having greedily drunk her gift last night. Allen was nervous but checked his cuff screen and saw no one was close, she should be safe for now. Jay was circling his rocky structure as he ate and started for an oasis he thought he was abandoned. 'Take your time.' Allen quickly typed and sent the message to Jay who received it with a nod to his communicator.

Looking at the map Allen saw a tribute closing in on Jay, she rounded the corner with her arms raised, ready for a fight, Jay did the same. Allen recognized the girl as the remaining tribute from district three. She hadn't taken anyone yet, her figure still on the thin side but with some curves, one of the lenses of her glasses had been cracked in yesterday's chaos. It was a tense few minutes, both expecting an opponent to come around the corner. When the partners never showed the tributes greeting each other and decided to travel together for now.

"Looks like our kids are teamed up." Claire said coming up beside Allen. The district three mentor was taller and thinner than average for a victor, her body was a collection of tightly packed muscle with huge round tits and ass giving her a tits on a stick look. Her pink striped blonde hair was falling over both shoulders, somehow blending with her dress so it looked like she was only wearing a skirt while her tits were hidden behind her hair. Allen liked what he was seeing, he had to concentrate on keeping his cock soft as his eyes feasted on her thin and fit body.

"It looks like." Allen said and pulled the smiling blonde into a long kiss, it had been a while since he fucked her. Claire grinned and giggled when their lips parted. A team up of tributes in the arena meant a team up of mentors outside of it. Allen and Claire spent the day together wandering the lounge and talking up sponsors. Together they managed to get their tributes small gifts of muscle. They watched the pair drink up together and change, making a show of admiring the others bulkier form. "Make it count." Was the message they both sent with the vials. Jay and Maxine, Allen learned, seemed to be fast friends and a solid team up.

By lunch time Allen had Claire bent over in his suite. "Oh god! Fuck me!" She cried as he grabbed her huge tits and squeezed, using them to pull her up against his hard body. His thrusts were long, hard, and deep. He drove into her insides like he was trying to bruise everything inside her. Beneath his hands and against his body he could feel her steel cable like musculature squirming in pleasure as he slammed home again and again.

Claire cried out her orgasms and shouted encouragement to her muscled lover. Anything Allen was going to say disappeared from his mind when Jay and Maxine stumbled on a lone male tribute. Jay easily overpowered the boy. Allen held Claire's head by her hair, facing the screen as he growled his orgasm, his mammoth balls emptying themselves into the lanky bimbo bodied mentor. "Oh fuck, you cum so much baby." Claire moaned and gyrated her hips against his.

"Oh wow." Maxine's voice was heard as she slowly inspected Jays new form. He'd bulked up enough for his body to start tearing the one piece outfit all tributes wore.

"Mmm, we should have them fuck." Claire suggested breathing hard. Allen could do that, he had that one session promised from last night, he didn't share that information yet, he felt guilty but he wanted to save it for a little later.

"We can go down together just like this and ask our sponsors." He said with a grin, seeing Claire naked and dripping his seed in a crowd was an appealing thought.

"Let's clean up first. But before that, I wanna taste my cunt on your cock. Fuck my face baby, fucking obliterate it." Laughing, Allen pulled out of her, spun her around and onto her knees, then shoved his cock in her mouth before grabbing her head in both hands and jackhammering her features with his arm thick appendage. He wasn't sure who came harder, her or him.

That night Allen sat in the sponsors lounge watching the end of the day report crawl across the sky in the arena. The only casualties were the boy from two, the girl from five, the boy from eight that Jay drained, and a girl from ten.

That meant ten was out completely. Allen had Claire leaning against him as they chatted up a mix of sponsors, Claire didn't have any trouble asking, more like begging Allen observed, her districts waiting sponsors and managed to get their session for Jay and Maxine, Allen used the session he snagged earlier to make sure Jay got his chance to impress the capital. The mentors spent the night in the district three suite watching their tributes fuck like their lives depended on it.

They weren't just watching, both mentors were covered in a layer of sweat as they met their tributes thrust for thrust for the four hours they performed for the Capital audience. When Maxine was on her knees, Claire was on her knees, when Jay had his lover pinned against a wall, Allen did the same. They kept fucking as their tributes rested, then picked back up mirroring the less experienced fuckers when they woke again for another round. It was actually a lot of fun.

Day three began unexpectedly, Claire shook Allen awake, her eyes wide and alarmed, she directed him to the wall sized screen of her suite. Jay and Maxine had finished their session and left the cornucopia. The capital had gifted them both enhancements, Maxine had size added to her tits, and Jay got a few inches in length and extra girth added to his cock. They were dressed in more revealing versions of the tribute outfit. Maxine had her arms and legs exposed, Jay was basically in shorts, no shirt.

What made Claire wake Allen up was a pair of careers, stalking the cornucopia early in the morning. Allen watched as they came upon the labor tributes, Maxine was thrown to the ground and in her desperation kicked out wildly at her attacker, she caught Jay in the back of the knee, dropping him to his back. She managed to scramble up and run away but Jay was too slow recovering. The boy from one and the girl from two moved like predators. Without discussing it, without needing to, they circled the rising Jay and attacked. Allen was helpless as Jay took vicious blows from one then the other, alternating who was striking and who was winding up for another hit, he put up a good fight but these were careers.

He managed to land a solid hit that knocked the boy on his back but in return he took a knee to the head from the girl and the boy was on him, in the blink of an eye Jay was pinned and the baton came down. Allen had a had to watch as his tribute shrunk, continuing to fight against the inevitable as his muscle and sexual mass was transferred to the district one tribute above him. The other careers laughter dominated any other sound coming out of the hidden speakers around the room. The boy from one held his baton against Jays chest until it beeped the completion of its task. His arms and legs had torn through his covering, he pulled at his groin, tearing the suit slightly to allow for more room in his now visibly larger groin.

The girl from two moved to kick the helpless Jay in the head but the boy caught her leg.

"Come on baby." She protested. "It's just meat."

"No, I'm done, we're done here." He said standing and moving away with his accomplice.

"It always sucks when careers team up." Claire commented from the bed beside Allen. She still looked freshly fucked from their marathon fucking yesterday.

"It's fair though." He replied. As unfortunate as Jay's fight was he had the same advantage when he drained his most recent opponent.. "Yours got away." He pointed out. Claire offered him a sad smile. Allen kissed Claire goodbye for now and headed up to his suite, naked and still dripping Claire's juices, he found Hayden and Anthony talking in the elevator, both big men were dressed in fine well fitting suits, they barely noticed when their fellow mentor strode in naked.

"Sorry see your boy go down." Anthony said.

"Yeah, two vs one isn't a fun way to go." Hayden added. He knew better than many how difficult those odds were. He almost lost his games in a similar fight. The district one tributes had stuck together the entirety of his games to devastating effect. He'd been herded to a clearing where he was ambushed by the pair. It was a desperate fight, he hadn't been doing well but a lucky punch knocked the male career out cold, leaving him just a career tribute who couldn't drain him. She watched as Hayden drained her partner and claimed his victory. Not long after the career was joined by her only remaining opponent, the female tribute from the other career district. Both girls beat each other bloody before the fight was decided. Hayden had no opinions on who he'd rather have as a wife so he just stood aside and watched, slowly jerking his rock hard two foot cock as the girls fought.

"Only one of each can win right?" Allen said smiling weakly.

"Yeah but seeing that happen to one of your kids doesn't make it any easier." Anthony offered his hand, hoping there was no bad blood between fellow victors. It had happened before with other first time mentors, Allen shook the offered hand with a sigh.

"It's ok, I was going to fuck your wife for three days after this anyway, might just make it a week." He replied grinning. Anthony's wife was Allens mentor during his games, a golden tanned skinned goddess that Allen fucked regularly. All three men laughed.

"You know what? For that I'm going to find a way to reward Axel for taking your boy." Anthony said with a smile.

"Get cleaned up and get downstairs, you still have one in the games." Hayden said before Allen could reply to his friend. He was right. Amara was still in it and he could now give her his full attention. An hour later Allen sat in the mentors lounge with his peers, all eyes on the various screens as mentors watched their tributes hunting, hiding, or cautiously making their way around the arena. Amara was kneeling by a pool at one oasis, taking a drink and refilling her water bottle. Allen watched her look around and get up to leave. Her wrist communicator chirped. 'It's a show.' She read, Allen had just been able to catch her before she got too far.

He knew she got the idea when Amara returned to the pool and started stripping. She took her time peeling off her suit, running her hands along her body, then slowly slipped into the cool water to bathe and refresh herself. She began masterbating, moaning softly as her fingers slipped between her legs. Allen overheard soft approvals from the other mentors around him. He hoped this would gain her fans and encourage sponsors. He was so distracted by the hope of sponsors he missed the other tributes closing in.

The first one he didn't see, the larger map showed a tributes tracker closing in on the pool. Allen looked desperately to see where the tribute was but they were too well hidden. The commentators must've been following along because a few other cameras were panning around in the same direction, across from the naked and moaning Amara, mentor and commentator looked hard but couldn't see the approaching tribute. Two more appeared, both girls, simultaneously hunting each other and looking for a water. Amara must've heard them, she was quiet and out of the water in a flash. Her dripping wet form climbing a nearby tree as fast as she could.

The girl from district six was looking around as she made her way to the waters edge, she was focused on her opponent and not in the bushes around her or the trees above. The girl from nine had made her unknowingly vulnerable, they'd been tracking each other across the arena to this small oasis. She should've seen the wet patches of grass and shrubs Amara left as she scurried out of site, closer inspection would've also had her find an almost pristine tributes one piece suit bunched up and tucked under a bush. The naked Amara clung to her tree, about ten feet above, pressing her body tightly to the trunk, hoping any dripping water ran from her onto the tree and slid quietly down the bark, instead of dripping onto something that could alert her hunting opponent.

It looked like Amara was judging the distance so could she jump or fall onto this girl and hit her with the baton. She was a little too far right now for it, Amara's best bet was to stay hidden and hope the girl left. She was a good head taller than Amara, broad shoulders with firm round tits as big as her head, her hips weren't impressive but her ass looked plump and firm enough. She was dressed in rags, her top was a mix of two shredded tribute outfits and at her hips was a similar fabric torn to be a pair of bikini bottoms. It had a feral jungle look to it Allen had to admit was appealing.

Across the pool the girl from district nine slipped from the bushes to the waters edge, six and nine locked eyes and froze. They shared a tense moment then the water in front of the girl from nine exploded. Prina from twelve lunged at her surprised victim, dragging her into the water where no one could clearly see the brief struggle but everyone saw the result. Prina strode from the water, not much taller but a hard statue of dense painfully detailed muscle. Her tits had grown to the size of volleyballs, the perfectly round orbs on her chest projecting out in front of her proudly. Her ass had swollen to equal her chest and looked equally firm. She dragged her shriveled opponent by the hair, leaving her on the beach.

Across the water Amara in her tree and the girl from six at the waters edge watched the ambush happen, both were surprised but Amara recovered her focus first, the girl from six took a couple steps back, then a couple more, 'if you're gonna do it kid, do it now!' Allen thought, then he watched Amara drop down, landing on top of the girl hard.

"Give me those tits bitch." She shouted.

"No!" Her opponent cried, then she had a baton on her chest. She tried to fight but she got weaker as Amara got stronger and heavier, her body bulking up and her tits and ass expanding. With a chime she knew she'd taken everything this girl could offer and let her fall to the ground. Amara grinned until she looked up to see Prina standing at the shore, legs spread, hand a blur as she fingered herself watching Amara.

"You and me seven." Prina called, her voice shrieking as she came. Allen watched with his jaw on the floor. He was both impressed and a little scared of his slaves sister. Who the hell was this girl? Amara moaned in return as her hands explored her new body, fingers slipping between her soaked folds. Both newly expanded tributes looked at each other masterbating to the sight across the water, challenging each other by trading orgasms.

"Well that's one way to do it." Nia from district two said as she strode up to Allen. Without thinking about it Allen wrapped a muscled arm around her narrow corded steel-like waist and pulled her against him. Their lips met furiously for minutes as they said 'hello'.

"That kids something else." She commented when their lips separated. Allen had to agree. "Yours is doing well too, maybe I could convince you to get her a night with mine? Couple sluts like that would definitely make for a good show." She said. That was an idea, get Amara away for a night, Allen knew even if she didn't have much experience fucking another girl the career would lead her, his wife Vanessa was always quick to share the story of her experience fucking her career competitor. She'd actually fucked the girl and guy from district one during the games, as usual they were heavy favorites to win, now they were Vanessa and Allen's sex slaves.

"Of course if we pair them up I'd only be too happy to take that fucking massive cock all night." That was incredibly tempting, Allen always enjoyed fucking Nia, as a career she could take it rougher than almost anyone else, Allen admitted he enjoyed not having to worry about hurting his lover. Even years later victor bodies were stronger than you knew. Their lips met again then Allen stopped and pulled away. He had an idea. He wanted to get Amara a pairing for the night but not with Nia's girl... he could use todays fights to help her, Jay lost to the Anthony's boy and Nia's girl.

"Stay wet like a good slut, I'll be back for you." He said in a quiet but commanding tone. Nia hadn't been expecting that, she was hoping his cock was doing the thinking for him by that point. Making him prone to her suggestion to give her tribute a leg up by way of sexually dominating the competition. Before she could respond he was gone. As big as Allen was he moved with a speed and grace even he was surprised by. He slipped and spun, dodging officials, sponsors, and mentors all moving around the floor he stopped when he found Anthony in his pit.

"Let me get this straight, you want to reward my boy for beating yours, by giving him a night to fuck your girl?" The big man was grinning as he spoke, it had to sound crazy. Sponsors had crowded around the pair of victors as Allen pitched his idea.

"If that helps sell it, absolutely." He waited a few tense minutes and Anthony considered it.

"Why not!" He said laughing then looked to his sponsors. "Anyone wanna see my boy go to work on Allen's girl?" Allen was jealous of how many sponsors answered Anthony. Offers rolled in for a night, then gifts increasing in size and potency. Poor Allen could barely find someone to sponsor Amara for the night. He spied Nia across the room, clearly figuring out what he was doing, she didn't look happy, maybe if he tried something else. He worked the room settling on Hayden, able to convince him to pair his Prina with Nia's girl for the night. The aggressive young women might put on a good show. Nia agreed and once again Allen was jealous of how many sponsors were eager to help his fellow mentors.

He was surprised to see Amber, the undecided sponsor from earlier sitting in his district seven area. He eagerly joined her.

"I saw how you're working the room. I'm impressed, you paired up two sets of tributes for tonight." It truthfully hadn't been his first choice, he hoped helping Nia would get her on his cock even though he didn't pair their tributes up. She smiled and pulled out her device from a hidden pocket of her dress. Allen's arm cuff chimed with a surprise. Amber had purchased two major enhancements for Amara. These were difference makers, they could almost guarantee her more fans and sponsors or put a huge target on her back if her opponents found out about them.

"I honestly don't know how to thank you." Allen was stupefied with his surprise.

"Just make sure she wins." Amber said then leaned in for a kiss, Allen kissed the capital sponsor long and fierce. He'd take her up to his suite if he could and fuck her senseless, he was so grateful, she'd have to make due with just the kiss, usually victors could be "rented out" by anyone in the capital who had the money, during the games mentors were off limits, even the ones whose tributes had been eliminated completely. Every mentor had to stay in the tower.

When she stepped away Allen went to move for Nia, the district two mentor was sitting in Hayden's lap, one arm draped around his neck as they kissed, the other guiding a hand along his pant leg, stroking his huge cock through his pants. Allen caught her wink at him, oh well.

"That bitch is a tease isn't she?" Anthony said strolling up beside him. "But that's part of our side of the games." He offered. Allen was given quite the education before he got on the train, tributes had their fights in the arena, mentors had theirs in the tower, they'd do whatever they could to influence other mentors in order to give their tributes an edge. As friendly as all the victors were, Allen felt he lost Nia as a potential ally. "Don't help anyone else except the mentor you're working with." Anthony's good advice seemed a bit too late. Allen's eyes met Anthony's for a brief moment. "And I'm not fucking you if that's what you're thinking." Both men laughed.

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Amara was breathing hard, she'd waited until the sun was starting to set, alert for any sign of that girl from twelve. She was dangerous, vicious, and how the hell did she just appear in the water like that? She'd reasoned there had to be some kind of cave system, that's how twelve had taken her opponent by surprise, and surprised the hell out of Amara and her prey too, that let her drain that girl and get these great new tits. After the little masterbory show across the pool Amara slipped into the bushes and crawled to a few boulders strategically placed to create a small cavern with a single entrance. Once there she was able to get a good feel of her knew body.

She felt a little taller, her arms and legs had bulked up slightly, she could feel the hardness of her abs beneath her tummy but couldn't see them anymore, her hips were wider, her ass a bit larger and so firm she didn't think it would bounce or jiggle when she walked, her tits were the big prize. Her healthy jugs had grown into fully round and firm melon sized tits. She rubbed, slapped, and kneaded them, enjoying their size and sensitivity. She could get used to this. She started to get dressed, having taken her old suit from its hiding place before she crawled away, she tried to slip into the garment, it didn't take long to determine her thighs were too thick and her tits had no chance of being squeezed into the one piece. She'd started tearing pieces off the suit to make something she could wear, when her communicator lit up.

"Congratulations on your successful fight, you have been selected to enjoy an evening of rest and sexual satisfaction. Please make your way to the cornucopia." The message ended and her communicators screen went from white to red. She breathed a sigh of relief and left her little cave, content to wander the arena naked.

She came to the cornucopia and found three others, two girls including that crazy girl from twelve, and one boy, he was massive, bulky and tall, he had tied a tributes suit around his waist but even then Amara could see the tip of his cockhead peeking out from under the fabric, by his knees.

Following the game masters instructions she entered the back of the cornucopia building to find a small sterile white room, a screen appeared on one wall with an opening that held a bin, she placed her baton inside and a second opening appeared, this one was a small shelf with two vials and a note card.

"Take one at a time and make them count! - A"

With a smile Amara popped open her gifts.

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Allen watched her drink the first vial, her eyes widened when, almost immediately, her ass started to grow, plump, wide, thick, round, firm. Her hips were as wide as her shoulders, her fat duel globed bubble butt pushed its firm fleshy mass more than an inch past her hips on each side. Allen had to admit, the Perfect Ass lived up to its name. The second vial must've had an enjoyable flavor as Amara moaned drinking it down. Her confused expression turned to excitement as her tongue unrolled from her mouth. The fat wide fleshy appendage hung eighteen inches from her lips and salivated profusely, fat globs of thick spit already dropping from its length to splatter at her feet. Victors Tongue was a new one, a foot and a half of tongue with the traits of the the capitals three favorite tongue enhancements, Allen knew several female victors who'd be jealous.

Amara strode into the bedroom, hands on her hips, doing her best to exaggerate her movements, she stopped cold as she saw her partner for the evening. He was powerfully built, looking very similar to Allen in definition but missing a lot of the victors sheer muscle mass, what he had seemed to fill his bulk to bursting, between his thick legs rose a monster of a cock, twenty inches long and as thick as his forearm, hanging below were a pair of balls the size of mangos. Allen chuckled, the boy came in hard and ready.

"Now that's a big cock." She said grinning.

"It'll feel even bigger when I'm breaking you with it." He growled in reply. Allen chuckled, slightly nervous Amara was getting in over her head. Amara's grin told Allen all he needed to know about how she felt. That grin stayed even as she was slapped and forced to her knees. "That tiny cocked friend of yours wasn't worth much." He spat at her. "Almost let my bitch break him open." Another slap, then another harder this time. "He was my opponent. You're just a set of holes for me to fuck." Arm, was his name, he grabbed her head with both hands and shoved his cock down her throat as far as it would go, ignoring Amara's gagging. "You're in for a long night you labor district cunt." He spat.