(One of two endings for this story, the other is available as a Patreon exclusive, furnish upon request.)
"Oh fuck!" Amara screamed, her body red from how hard she'd been cumming and how rough her lover had been with her. Allen watched them all night, proud she hadn't missed a beat. When Axel thrust in she threw her body against him, when he slapped her she grunted and moaned in pleasure. When he yanked her hair she screamed and came hard. As he slammed his hips against her face fucking her throat she coughed and gagged letting the spit and slobber fly freely.
Allen stood in his suite, one hand wrapped tightly in Katy's hair as he pulled her head up to face the TV. His hips slammed against hers, flattening her plump enhanced rump at a steady and relentless pace. "Oh god, fuck my ass!" She cried, Allen groaned as she tightened and squeezed her anal canal around his immense thrusting manhood. The screen in front of him was split. One side had Amara, his tribute, still taking a hard and brutal fucking from her career lover. The other had Katy's sister Prina, the district twelve tribute, and her career lover, both women's bodies were slick with sweat and girlcum. Prina didn't seem intimidated being paired with a female career for sex. She actually looked surprisingly comfortable.
"Your...sister...was...born...to fuck." Allen growled in time with his thrusts. He yanked Katy's head over to see the other side of the screen. He'd fucked Katy late into the night, no matter where in the suite he was, he made sure she could see the screen and watch her sister fuck. His sexslave seemed aroused by it, Allen didn't mind, maybe she'd win this and he could loan Katy out to be fucked by her victorious sibling while he watched.
"Cum for me you stupid whore!" Prina screamed at the district two tribute. Forcing her head down into the pillows with one hand and a locked arm as she was violently fisting the girls reddened pussy. They'd been competing for dominance since they started. Prina had been on top for the last hour, her partner screamed her orgasm into the pillows making the district twelve girl grin wickedly.
"Stupid fucking bitch." The male voice made Allen look at the other couple. Axel had Amara on her knees, pressed against a wall as he forced his monster cock down her throat. "This ends when I'm done or you're dead." He spat and slapped Amara across her face, the girl unable to move as she was anchored in place by his thick twenty inch cock. His hips started thrusting wildly, making Amara's head bounce off the wall only to meet his next thrust.
"She is a stupid bitch." Allen growled his aroused agreement. "But she's still taking that little cock of yours, haven't broken my girl yet." Allen grinned, proud of his tribute and her resilience. The suites doorbell chimed interrupting Allen's viewing. Katy moaned weakly as he pulled his rock hard cock from her gaping and well fucked ass. His thirty two and half inch length lead the way as he strode to the door grumbling and annoyed his fucking was interrupted.
He smacked the door control and was greeted by the biggest pair of perfectly spherical tits he'd ever had the pleasure of fucking. Behind them smiled a very naked Mina. The district six mentor was grinning at the taller occasional lover. Allen stood over seven feet tall to Mina's six feet. Her skin was the color of golden honey, her hair was a glistening reddish brown color that fell over her shoulders to the middle of her truly monstrous tits. Like all female victors she was fit with a muscular and flat tummy, her hips widened to support a big, round, firm, and perfectly shaped ass. A dancers fit and firm legs completed her shape, looking longer than they actually were on her shorter frame.
"Hey stud. Those massive balls still full?" She asked grinning.
"Always slut, you know that." He replied, immediately Mina dropped to her knees and started licking and mouthing his iron hard cock, her moans from tasting Katy on his shaft made him groan.
"I've been dreaming of your massive cock." She purred as her tongue circled his cockhead.
"Don't you have a tribute to look after?" He asked, he wasn't objecting to her sucking his cock but if she was here who was helping her tribute... she had her boy left if he recalled.
"Eliminated." She said slurping thick precum from his slit. "Ruby's boy went hunting when everyone slept, took mine by surprise." She managed to say while dragging her tongue along his veiny length. "I'm out and now I'm yours."
"Good." He chuckled. Allen grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet. He scooped her up in his big arms and carried her into the suite. Katy wordlessly dismissed herself, all sex slaves knew to leave unless specifically ordered to stay when victors fucked. She'd watch the rest from Allen's bedroom, while he fucked Mina.
Allen sat on the big couch, legs spread, letting Mina have unrestricted access to his monster cock and massive balls. Mina was one of the best cock suckers in Victors village. She was legendary for her mountainous and triple enhanced tits, but every male victor agreed the woman had a one of a kind passion for sucking cock. It was a shame she didn't get many oral gifts during her games.
Mina purred and moaned as her tongue traced every finger thick vein up and down Allen's mighty shaft. Her moist muscle played around his cockhead, teasing the fat glands at his head. "Mmm I'll never get tired of sucking your cock." She breathed at him.
"Good, any time you want a taste just get on your knees for me." He chuckled back.
"The best thing about this truly colossal cock is how I can fuck it with my huge tits and still choke on it as you fuck my throat." Mina said as she brought those one of a kind tits into play. The yoga balls sized chest spheres tightened around Allens shaft seemingly on their own as Mina flexed her muscles and squeezed his dick like a vice.
"That's right slut, you know how to worship my cock." He said sighing at the feeling of his dick sliding between her enormous tits. The enhanced tits squeezed and tugged at his iron hard length, massaging his meat while Mina sloppily sucked and mouthing his cockhead and the first foot of his dick. Any response was buried in sloppy wetness and moans as Mina spit, glucked, and gagged on Allens girthy manhood.
Each massive perfectly spherical tit pushed and pulled against Allen's stupefying cockshaft. Mina started moving each colossal cock pillow independently, I like she was jerking him off two handed, but with her one of a kind tits. She rose and fell, using her incredible tits for one thing, she had her hands jerking him off with wet twisting motions and her mouth slipped over his swollen cockhead. "Yeah, that's it." Allen groaned, reaching up to grab Mina by the hair and pulled her mouth down, her skilled mouth working his head a river of oral slop running down his length to her hands twisting along twelve inches of titanic dick, her tits alternating up and down motions with her capital gifted muscle control. It didn't take long before he was erupting. "Here it comes you slut." He sighed as thick jets of hot and super thick victor ball batter rocketed from his throbbing cock.
"Fuck yes, give me that fucking stuff. Cover me in your spunk baby. I love it!" Mina shouted, her body trembling as she came from just the feeling and experience of her victor lovers monster cock blowing its load. She kept moving, her hands and tits never stopping their motions as Allen kept cumming. She was determined to jerk every ounce of cum from his oversized and enhanced balls in this one orgasm, she'd jerk his soul out right through his monster cock if it would come.
Every blast came like a cannon shot, the long ropes of silvery white sticky fluid launching high into the air and arcing down to splatter all over Mina's incredible tits, her body, and Allen's lap. "Oh fuck, empty my balls you fucking whore. Get it all." He growled, head flung back as his orgasm powered on and on.
"Give it to me, give me all that delicious cum you big cocked bastard." She snarled at him even as her face was battered by three foot long ropes of fast falling fuck so thick they felt solid. Allen's orgasm lasted minutes, almost painfully extended by the rising and falling massaging squeezing monster tits of Mina. "Oh fuck I love it!" She moaned as she was still taking long hard falling ropes of the thick sticky white cream to her face and tits. By the time it was over Mina and Allen's lower half, looked like one semi solid mass of steaming hot spunk. Mina's tits hadn't stopped their tit fuck and Allen groaned lost in the pleasure of it.
Allen was still thrusting into the screaming and writhing Mina when the sun came up and his wrist cuff chimed an alert. The message was from the capital, the game makers were so impressed by the four tributes performances last night they were gifting them each an in demand enhancement. Allen looked to the screen and saw Amara and her district one lover still at it. Her head was pinned against the wall as he thrust hard, throat fucking her deep with his huge enhanced cock. Amara was taking the opportunity to put her new tongue to use, the thick slobbery muscle slipping out from her mouth to play along the underside of her lovers cock and lick and lap at his heavy balls right before they spasmed and she chocked and gagged on the incredible volume of cum he unleashed into her.
Allen watched her cough and gag on the thick man cream, her retching expelling mouthfuls of the thick ball slime all over her lovers groin and covered her front, her big round tits were completely covered in several layers of spit and cum now. The way she moved her body when she coughed told Allen that was intentional, it was something he reviewed with her one night after training. Jay sat and listened as Amara asked a dozen questions about tributes and victors taking oversized cocks down their throats and how to make it visually appealing for the audience.
"Oh that's fucking hot." Mina observed panting from the hours of nonstop fucking, Allen realizing he stopped thrusting to read the message from the capital and watch Amara's throat fuck performance. Allen pulled out of Mina's well fucked pussy, her body shivering it felt the loss of thirty two inches of cock and unleashed a river of molasses thick cum, and moved to stand while she slide to her knees to suck their combined fluids off his still hard cock.
On his screen Allen saw Amara was getting a newer enhancement called Aphrodite, from what Allen read this was a combination of a few older less chosen enhancements that would firm up and round her curves, give her skin a sort of glow, and alter her pheromones to drive everyone around her into a sexual frenzy. From the reading she could control the glow and pheromones like Allen could control his always hard cock. She wasn't the only tribute getting a gift, all four tributes that spent the last night fucking their brains out would be rewarded for their show. Amara's partner, Axel, would get Breeder balls, a pretty popular enhancement for the men, so popular it was considered a requirement for at least one male tribute every games. For the pair of ladies, Prina from district twelve was getting The Perfect Ass, a mirror of Amara's mouth watering plump round rump, and her lover would get Oiled Body.
Allen strode into the mentors lounge as Amara was kissing her temporary lover goodbye. Their kiss was long and filled with her moaning. "If you win and I don't, I'll happily be your slave if it means I get fucked like that again stud." She whispered loud enough for the hidden mics to catch. At this point all she was wearing was a minuscule thong that got lost in the globes of her ass. Allen wore loose pants and vest he left unbuttoned to show off his torso. Anthony was waiting for him with a grin.
"I have to hand it to her, your girl can take a serious dicking!" They clasped hands and the big man confessed it looked like Amara was playing Axel for the crowd. Allen agreed, she did look more in control than it seemed, at least from people who'd once been there. Downstairs Allen was happy to find more sponsors sitting in his area. Amara had earned a lot of support last night. He put on his most confident grin and was only too happy to answer questions. The couple that wore the same coloring were back, this time an identical mix of different shades of blue, they promised more gifts if Amara continued to do well.
Allen found he didn't have to work that hard, sponsors were coming to him with requests. "Does she need any supplies?" "Would you like a bigger ass for her?" "Maybe she'd like fanged teeth or the Snapper?" Allen was confronted with more than a dozen offers, some significant, most inconsequential. Anything from changing her skin and hair color to a second set tits or a boost of extra strong muscles. Fangs, tails, and even horns were offered though almost never given with how the capital wanted its champions to look human instead of some humanoid animal.
Amber, the undecided sponsor from the first night, sat firmly in the district seven seating. Did he really only meet her a few days ago? This time she was with a stunning woman whom Allen assumed had to be her sister. They could've been twins with how similar they looked, aside from the sisters glistening glittery skin that sent light from every direction away in a riot of colors. Diamond was her name, the name made sense. Allen sat comfortably between the two beautiful women and allowed their hands to roam his body and feel any part of him they wished as he did his best to be confident and charming.
They already had a gift picked out and we're just waiting on him to approve it. The sisters promised a vial of Second Wind, Allen almost fell over when they told him. That was the very gift that allowed him to win his games. No matter how tired you were from running, fighting, or fucking, Second Wind would leave you fully refreshed, energized, and alert. Allens experience with the gift happened when a break was called when there were only two men and two women left.
He'd spent almost a full day fucking the female tribute from district twelve before she'd been drained right in front of him, by his now wife, and her opponent. His opponent was bigger and stronger and his female partner from district one helped him fight Allen briefly. Allen would've lost if he'd entered the final fight drained as he had been. Allen had received several gifts during his games but that one did more for him than any other, he credited his win to the sponsor that gave it. It wasn't cheap normally and since prices went up as the games wore on, with less than half of the tributes left that had to cost a fortune.
Allen was in the middle of thanking Amber when her sister pulled his head around and their lips met. He was about to return her kiss with gusto, it was only polite to show his gratitude for their gift, when they were interrupted by a Game Maker, the capital staff member reminded the sisters Mentors are off limits until after the games. Crystal didn't apologize for it and Allen for the feeling Amber wouldn't either if she'd been the one to kiss him first. He did promise he'd eagerly accept a session with them after the games were officially over. He'd fuck them or fuck for their entertainment as long as they wanted.
The mood in the lounge was tense. Mentors watched as their tributes stalked and fought each other. Amara did a good job of keeping out of the way, especially when the two different girls came around her hiding place. She'd tucked herself deep in the brush of an oasis, laying prone in the grass. This one had a great body, slim with big tits and a big firm ass with thick thighs on her long legs. She moved like she was performing a seductive dance for someone, maybe the capital audience watching everything.
Amara looked over the girl and appeared to be thinking about ambushing the her when they both heard the other approach. The second tribute to approach was Prina, from twelve. She'd gotten a bit taller but gained a tremendous amount of curves and seemed to have almost no body fat anywhere other than her tits and ass, the girl was absolutely ripped. She didn't waste any time attacking the other girl and Amara watched as Prina viscously beat the first tribute until she was a mess then jam her baton between the girls legs and claim her prize. Any thoughts Amara had about fighting disappeared as she watched this unnervingly violent little girl from twelve drain her opponent.
When it was done Prina started looking around, Amara held her breath, doing her absolute best to stay perfectly still, everyone in the lounge held their breath and didn't move either, watching and waiting to see if Amara was noticed. Prina's head jerked suddenly and she was looking straight at Amara, eyes wide, her body tensed to attack.
"Shit." Allen said out loud. Amara was frozen in fear of this girl, she'd locked up. Prina leaned closer. This was it, Amara was out.
"Tonight at the cornucopia, don't disappoint me seven." She muttered and like a flash sprinted away. Everyone let out their breath at the same time.
"What the hell did your girl do to that kid?" One of Allens sponsors asked.
"I really have no idea." He looked over to the district twelve pit and caught Hayden's gaze. The man just shrugged, as confused as everyone else but still grinning and enjoying the show. Allen watched Amara get up and shake herself off after Prina had gone. A quick question to his group had Allen get a sponsor let him message Amara.
'Don't worry about her, move and stay alert!- A' they all watched as she read the message and took off in the opposite direction. Allen looked over the other screens following different tributes. Everyone was naked now, the guys tall and full of muscle with long thick cocks and huge balls between their legs, the girls were either muscled, voluptuous, or firmly in between. Not many left, four boys and three girls. His arm device flashed with the gifts he still had to send. He'd managed to get some more size for Amara and he had the ever important Second Wind. He wanted to save the refresher for the end but at this rate that wouldn't be long.
A shout brought all eyes to the screen with Axel, the district one boy, he was fighting the district eight tribute. It was fast and it was over with a sweeping kick to knock the boy down and Axel landed on him, baton out. One more down. Almost at the same moment the incredibly curvaceous Jan's district five boy had ambushed Ruby's district eleven offering. That's two gone in less than five minutes leaving only five tributes left.
"Attention, attention." All eyes turned to the screens but that announcement wasn't coming from the arena. The lounge lights blinked once. "All mentors please make their way to the mentor only lounge." All eyes fell on the five men and women with kids still in the games. One by one they made their way to their private lift tubes and up they went. Anthony was the first to step out and start stripping off his clothing. Hayden followed, then the incredibly curvaceous Jan, then the muscular Nia, then finally Allen.
He'd been told about this, when the Game Makers thought the games were ending they called all mentors to the lounge to watch the final fights. Allen looked to his cuff and quickly sent the gifts one at a time, and his last message, he wouldn't see it but a moment later Amara's communicator beeped an alert, then two parachutes dropped from the sky. Her device blinked as the Game Makers announced the break before the end. The first vial saw her tits and ass expand slightly and firm up nicely. The second came with the message. 'Save it for the fight and don't lose -A'
Vial in hand Amara found a nice spot to wait in peace, of course due to how much she'd been enhanced she quickly began masterbating and moaning loudly, still putting on a show for the audience.
By the time Allen had reached the other four mentors still active he'd pulled off his clothing to join them in their nudity. To one up his fellow guys, he made his enhanced cock rise to full hardness, he groaned as it hit its peak, painfully erected with large globs of precum forming at its tip. The other men chuckled, the women licked their lips. Anthony and Jan stood next to each other with Nia and Hayden waiting on Allen, guys and girls teams separate for the end.
A blonde haired woman in a sharp and well fitting suit came up to each group, she collected their arm cuffs and left the mentors to watch and wait. The main door for the lounge slid open and the other seven mentors strode in, each completely naked to show off their glorious and hard earned bodied, to join their friends, neighbors, and fuck buddies, in the victor only audience. Everyone stood behind the five still active, that is until Allen was joined by Mina and Claire. Both women coming up and sliding to their knees alongside him to "help him enjoy" the conclusion of his first games as a mentor.
Allen wasn't the only one, each defeated mentor moved in on an active one. Anthony was joined by the super voluptuous Steph, Nia was moaning as Mara was quick to dive between her legs, Jan was the lucky woman with both Archie and Thrust moving to slide both their cocks into the biggest ass in victors village, and Hayden was enjoying the company of Ruby from district eleven. Everyone settled in for the grand finale of this years games.
When the rest timer expired the five remaining tributes made their way to the cornucopia. Axel from one got their first, he looked every bit the over muscled career everyone expected, his cock hung soft but was past his knees and very thick. He set his back to the open end of the building and started jerking off while he waited for his opponent. Jan's tribute Rush, a giant of dark skin and bulky muscle strode into the open area. He had more muscle than Axel but his genitals were smaller, though not by much. The boys seems to have a silent gentleman's agreement to drop their batons at the opening of the cornucopia building then backed away to duke it out.
For the girls Amara came into sight of the cornucopia first but ducked into a nearby bush to hide. Allen could see the concern on her face, she was worried that vicious little thing Prina was her opponent. She was partially right. From opposite ends of the arena came Prina from twelve and Cara from two. The career tribute had more muscle then her labor district counterpart and ample curves to balance her body out, Prina looked to be almost salivating to take the careers body. Now or never, Amara popped open the vial in her hand and drank it down, waiting for her moment.
Prina and Cara charged, the more experienced fighter timing her movements better to slip underneath Prina and hook an arm under her to toss the smaller girl to the ground. A quick stab of her baton saw Cara gain a little muscle but Prina rolled away, furious at her loss. Back and forth they went, Amara knelt and waited. When Cara had her back turned after slamming Prina to the ground again, Amara charged. The career managed to turn just in time to avoid the baton hit her, a leg flying out to catch Amara in her side and send her careening away. Prina stood and checked her opponents, Amara got back to her feet, each stood ready to attack. The three woman free for all was on.
In the tower, Allen watched as Amara fought, again with the ambush tactics, he concluded she was a better hunter than he was when it came down to them or her. He groaned as his lovers made a meal of his cock. The busty beauties doing their best to make out through the steel hard thickness of his victor dick. Everyone watched the screens, moans and groans filled the room as the defeated mentors did their best to make the ones still in the games cum. It was worship, plain and simple. The defeated were using every bit of skill and experience they had to pleasure the still competing.
It was clear Amara was out matched against the more experienced Cara and more ferocious Prina. She spun this way and that, barely dodging blows that would knock her down or grasping hands that would pull her in to be drained. Prina and Cara figured it out too but neither were willing to team up against the easy prey with a tougher fighter right there. Punches and kicks flew, hair was pulled, arms yanked and twisted. Allen watched Amara take a hard kick to her groin and drop but kept a hold of her baton to jam it into the foot of an opponent. Prina cried out and kicked her in the head, the career Cara quickly capitalized on the distraction.
The mentors watched Cara land two quick punches to Prina's side and one to her throat that staggered her. Without warning the career leapt forward and tackled the smaller woman. Cara rained down punches to the head and knees to the sides, Prina was unable to completely protect herself from the vicious assault. Amara came in from behind but the career was keeping in eye on her and she took a hard kick to the stomach.
On the other screen both men were dirty and bloodied but evenly matched, Rush was clearly bigger but Axel was not only faster but a far more experienced fighter. He slipped holds and spun around punches that would've done serious damage, all while landing key blows. Back in the lounge Anthony said how his boy was playing the long game, counting on his opponent having enough stamina to go for a while but not be tough enough to take the punishment. It looked like he was right, Rush grimaced as he suffered internal damage and Axel was almost smiling as he fought.
Allen didn't see what happened but Prina was writhing on the ground and Cara was looking over a fallen and bloody nosed Amara. He looked on dismayed, this was it wasn't it? Cara kicked the downed woman a few times then dropped herself on Amara's torso. The baton came down between Amara's hefty balloon tits. It didn't take any longer then usual but to Allen it took an excruciatingly long time as he watched everything Amara had fought for and gained leave her and be added to the career pinning her to the ground.
Prina landed on the careers back and jammed her baton into the side of Cara's neck. The career threw herself backward in surprise, struggling to dislodge the smaller woman. She managed to force Prina to let go and both women dove into each other. Amara, an emaciated husk of a once glorious bimbo body, just lay lifeless on the ground as the other women fought.
Axel had gotten the better of Rush and the bigger man was out cold. The career casually made his way to where he dropped his baton and strode back to his fallen opponent. He placed the rod, almost gently and respectfully, to Rush's stomach and groaned as his body filled out to incredible proportions.
Prina had Cara doubled over, she was repeatedly kneeing the woman in the face. She was understandably focusing on the bigger threat when Amara came up behind her on weak shaking legs and slammed almost the full length of her baton up Prina's soaked pussy. The shock gave Amara a few precious seconds of strength and growth she desperately needed. She wrapped her arm around Prina's neck and held on for all she was worth. The once smaller woman screamed as she thrashed around desperately, trying to dislodge the increasingly strong Amara. The district seven tribute endured vicious elbows to her sides and stomach along with repeated headbutts that had her vision swimming.
Amara wasn't able to hold on through all of Prina's thrashing and lost hold of her baton as she slipped off the woman's back. Cara recovered in time to take advantage of the situation and pulled the district twelve girl into a bear hug, once she was held tight Cara forced leg between Prina's thighs to close the inside of her knee around the handle of the baton still buried in Prina's pussy. The career girl grinned as her body swelled with strength and curves from the smaller opponent.
Amara recovery quickly and took in the scene. Prina was stuck, her legs and arms flailing, her baton was uselessly trying to stab at Cara who had her bear hug locked in tight. The handle of the baton was closed tightly in the crook of her knee, Amara was amazed they worked like that, the career was supporting both their weights on a single leg...
Amara had to move fast, a punch to Prina's face fazed her enough to rip the baton from her hand. Amara bent down and spun around the pair. She rose behind Cara and jammed the baton in the career girls ass hard with one hand, yanked on her long hair with the other and kicked the one leg keeping everyone up. All three young women tumbled to the ground but Cara and Amara wouldn't let go. The fighting tributes struggled and screamed, Prina was being drained, what came from her was flowing into Cara who could just feel the strength and size on her body then it was immediately stolen by Amara to howled with the effort of holding the career in place.
By the time Prina had been drained completely Amara was far too strong and the career could only struggle against the inevitable as everything she'd gained was taken again. Cara's emaciated body steamed from being in the middle of that exchange. Prina's assets running through her and into Amara, the toll was concerning, the young woman curled up shivering from the mix of pain and pleasure she'd felt. Amara had just enough time to realize the fight was over when she fell asleep thanks to the knockout gas flooding the area.
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Back in the capital Allen and Anthony watched their tributes, now victors, drop unconscious to the ground as the knockout gas took effect. Both men stood before the entire collection of mentors for this years games. At their legs knelt two women each. Anthony had Steph and Jan, Allen enjoyed the ministrations of Mina and Claire. The pairs of women giving the standing studs the best tag team blowjobs they could manage. Showing their appreciation to the mentors who'd earned their place at the top of the mountain this year. Through coaching and well selected gifts given at the right times, and a bit of dumb luck if Allen was to be honest.
During the final fights as tributes were eliminated their mentors stepped away. Allen stood proud as Amara managed a comeback. Everyone was still slightly shocked and amazed by Cara's little knee maneuver, no one knew that was possible. They all thought you had to do it by hand, just like they'd been told during training.
"Attention, attention." The speakers hidden throughout the mentors lounge called. "Congratulations to our victorious mentors. Your victors will be collected, cleaned, and moved to the new victors complex on sub level twenty seven, please meet your new victors in their assigned rooms in three hours." Allen couldn't shake his grin, Amara did it, his tribute was a victor.
"Now what?" He asked, turning his head to the laughing Anthony.
"Now, we find out how many times we can cum in three hours THEN we go spend at least a day fucking our tributes brains out."
"Really stud, (slurp) you should've read up on it earlier." Mina chuckled as her tongue did loops around Allen's swollen cockhead.
"He was too busy fucking my ass." Claire said in Allen's defense. He chuckled and leaned down to give the aforementioned well shaped fuckable rump a loud smack with a heavy hand.
"And Mina jumped me afterwards." He added.
"You fucking bet I did. I needed this cock in me." She added, bobbing her head on the first foot and a half of Allen's girthy veiny dick. Thick strands of spit connecting his cock to her mouth as he head bobbed along its length.
"Save some for me you greedy bitch." Claire moaned and inserted herself into the wet and sloppy blowjob. By now the others were descending on each other, leaving the victorious mentors to be worshipped by eager mouths.
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Amara awoke with a start, the lights were blinding but eventually she was able to open them and figure out where she was. Her memory caught up and she knew she'd won, that final fight was intense, she jumped to her feet to examine herself in the mirrors. She looked incredible, she looked like some pornographic dream run wild. Every inch of skin glistened with an oily sheen but she didn't feel slippery at all as her hands explored her new body. Her face had changed slightly, it was fuller and softer then before, gone were the suggestions of the muscular tomboy she had been, she was staring at a face almost designed to be constantly twisted in overwhelming pleasure.
Her once thin lips were now plump cocksuckers, her eyes brighter, her dark hair thick almost like a blanket that fell past her enormous ass. Getting to that, her tits were monstrous, she'd seen smaller watermelons, and they were heavy and firm, standing proud on her chest despite their weight. Her waist narrowed then flared out into wide hips that bore an ass as big as her tits. Thick muscular thighs lead to toned calfs and dainty feet topped off her new body. She grinned, hands grabbing her fat ass and squeezing her massive tits, without thinking she slipped two fingers in her hairless snatch and started pumping herself.
Amara's legs almost gave out, she'd never felt pleasure like this, her pussy was so sensitive she almost couldn't handle it. Then she smelled it, her own scent, like flowers and citrus mixed with something she could only identify as her pussy, but a lot more intense, as if she was face first between her own legs. It made her incredibly wet, her body warmed with arousal and she soaked her own hand with her lust nectar. Every pump of her fingers felt like it would throw her over the edge into a massive orgasm, it was addictive. She managed to stay standing as she kept masterbating to the view of herself in the mirrors. She didn't stop even as the game maker was congratulating her on her victory and giving her instructions one what to do next. Her latest orgasm over Amara took a moment, took a deep breath, and strutted through the opened doorway into a lavish room full of huge furniture with the walls covered in pictures of past victors all fucking in one position or another.
She helped herself to a flute of some blue liquid, it was bubbly and refreshing as she sipped it, examining the pictures. She paused at one. Allen, he had a beautiful woman bent over a table, both of his hands were wrapped around her throat as he was thrusting in hard, both of their bodies were covered in sweat. She knew this slut to be his wife, Vanessa. She imagined it was her instead of his wife in the picture, then she mentally replaced every picture with just her and Allen. Amara's fingers slowly slipped back down between her legs as she stood looking at the picture of her mentor mid fuck.
"I've always liked that one." Allen said across the room. He couldn't help himself, he'd gotten caught staring when his mentor walked into the room after his games, he imagined he looked just as surprised as Amara did, he failed to hide his grin and chuckle. When he'd been summoned he strode side by side with Anthony, the other victorious mentor, accompanying Anthony was Nia, the district two mentor whose last tribute was eliminated during the final fight. Allen learned when a mentor and tribute are the same sex the mentor could choose a proxy, in this case Nia, for the new victor to fuck.
He felt unusually nervous before he stepped through the heavy double doors to the victors lounge, he wondered if Cynthia felt nervous when she was about to congratulate and fuck him. All he had to do was celebrate his victory as a mentor and and show his tribute, now victor, how good it felt now that she'd won. He chuckled to himself and opened the door, he immediately saw Amara's back turned, her huge delectable supremely fuckable ass giving him an amazing view as he quietly slipped into the room. He had to admit, the oiled body was enhancement he capital liked to give out during the games was one of his favorites. The way Amara glistened, her fat, round, and firm curves accentuated by the oily affect of her skin. It was enough to make him painfully hard, he grinned, keeping his cock under control.
Allen had seen a lot of reactions to what he looked like, most of it was a mix of awe and lust from people from the capital. From regular people from the production districts it was more of a distant respect and aversion, acknowledgment that you won a games but you also were a walking symbol of the governments power. From other victors it was friendly respect from the men, a massively built super hung brotherhood, and shameless lust from the women, as if they all wanted to get fucked by him every moment of every day, he did his best but there were only so many hours in a day and even victors had to rest some time.
One of the things a victor had to get used to was just how horny they were all the time, add on to that how quickly they got aroused, and life pretty much became nothing but sex. Allen saw some of that playing across Amara's face as she took in his entire naked form. She'd seen him naked almost every day before she went into the arena, before she had changed. He'd left his enhanced cock limp for the initial meeting, the massive limp shaft could've been a third leg, still thick and meaty even like this. His huge heavy balls bounced between his thighs and his fat limp cock, Allen could feel how full they were, his body anticipating the sex to come. Allen caught the scent of Amara's hair enhancement, Aphrodite, he thought it was. Basically it made it so your pheromones drive everyone around you wild, made them lose all control with how horny they were. It took a considerable amount of willpower to keep his cock under control, even with that the fat head started leaking precum in moments.
"Get used to it." He said with a smile, breaking the moment of quiet while Amara was taking him in and reacting to seeing him. Her body was heating up, anticipating the sex his presence effectively promised, an incredibly hard and relentlessly long fuck her body felt like it desperately needed. Allen could see the Aphrodite was affecting her too, her entire body was practically shaking with desperate need. She tried to ignore her body's signals, she could jump him right now, part of her needed to. Allen felt similar, his cock desperately wanted to get hard, his balls practically thrummed with how much cum they were making, feeding the need to empty himself in or all over Amara's bimbo form. He needed to fuck like he needed to breathe, he wanted to exhaust himself in her holes, Allen was just more experienced with it, he could hold back for a while.
"Used to what?" She asked trying to control her breathing and hide her flushing skin. She failed to do both.
"How horny you are." He said. "Or should I say, how horny I make you." He crossed the room in four great strides and, wrapping a muscular arm around her waist, pulled her into a kiss she returned with gusto. He felt her long and thick enhanced tongue start in but pull back and Amara broke the kiss.
"Sorry, I just..." she blushed. She was overwhelmed with her lust, he knew a solution.
"Shut up and get on your knees." He said to in a soft but commanding tone, smirking. "Put that slut mouth to use." Amara grinned and slowly slid to her knees, her body pressing against his, her tongue snaking out to trace his torso and play along the grooves of his hard cut abs. She paused to take in the absolute monster of a cock she was facing. They both knew she hadn't ever fucked something his size. She'd taken almost a full two feet during the games, but thirty two inches was something else entirely.
"It's fucking huge." She said awestruck.
"It gets bigger."
"I can't believe how fucking thick and heavy it is." She licked her lips. "I need it inside me." She moaned.
"It's the biggest cock in the world and I'm gonna make you take every inch of it." Allen growled. Amara's tongue started at the tip of his soft cockhead, the wet appendage tracing circles around his glands as Allen groaned at the feeling. It didn't take long for Amara to dive in to the most challenging blowjob she'd ever given.
Allen was impressed as he watched Amara slowly slide her lips and long tongue over his entire shaft, up to his root and back down to his fat lower head. One side and the other, slowly, slurping her way around his dick, moaning as he started to harden and more penile real estate opened up. Her tongue left a soaked trail as it followed every thick vein that wrapped his shaft. Fat dollops of slobber collected around her mouth and fell to decorate her huge, round and firm tits.
Allen couldn't help but groan as Amara's lips forced themselves over his cockhead, the massive apple headed tip stretching her mouth wider and wider before his glands disappeared with a wet pop. Their eyes met, her gaze was a forest fire of lust and begged him to fuck her throat, he understood. One hand grabbed her head and tangled itself in her long hair, he used his grip on her scalp to pull her head forward as he thrust in slow and deep. She moved and around his mouth filling hardness, he groaned as he pulled and pushed her along his length. A few inches at first, then expanding strokes, letting the generous flow of precum fill any available space in her mouth before she coughed and gagged on his size and volume.
Amara struggled with his size but Allen worked slowly, he helped to control her pace as she became intimately acquainted with every inch of vascular taught skin of his tree trunk cock. Half inch by half inch Amara swallowed Allen's colossal cock. His girth was a struggle but a groan of pleasure from him helped her determination and she powered on and along the impossible shaft. It took Amara over an hour just to throat half of Allan's cock, when she tried to push further she gagged and pulled back, a mouthful of slobber splattered over Allen's cockhead and down Amara's fit busty front.
"Holy fuck you're too big." She exclaimed. "I can't do it but I fucking need it." Allen just laughed.
"This is the biggest cock in the world, I'll make you take every inch of it." He promised with a grin. He pulled Amara up by her hair and forced their mouths together in a wild kiss. Without warning Allen hooked his arms under her legs and hauled her up so her groin was sitting in his mouth. Holding her up in the center of the room Allen made a meal of her soaked pussy.
Allen had never been the most adept at eating pussy, it was one of his weak points during sexual training before his games. Thankfully Allen had gotten years of practice, his own sex slaves from district one and a professionally trained pleasure slave from the capital, a gift from fans, not to mention the entire female population of Victors Village, taught him how to eat pussy like a master. His tongue lapped and licked, swirled and spun, delved into her depths and got to know every inch of her walls. Amara came again and again, victim to Allen's unending oral assault.
Eventually Amara was let down but yanked him into a frenzied kiss, thanking her mentor and lover, and eager to taste her juices on his lips. His face was a mess of her juices and she was drenched in sweat from the shuddering and shaking her body was doing she couldn't control. They walk/kissed around the room until Allen spun her and bent her over a table. "You're gonna feel it all little girl." He growled, his leaking cockhead mashing against her wet folds before forcing them apart and taking over her body as she spasmed and screamed her orgasm.
Allen started light and slow, inches at a time, but worked his way to foot long strokes, then sped up, longer and harder, he was pulling out twenty inches of thick cock and ramming in twenty one in no time. Amara screamed and begged for more, her body coming to terms with its new purpose. She'd spend almost every waking moment fucking like this, sometimes it would even be with Allen.
"I love your cock!" She howled. "Oh fuck! Yes, FUCK ME!" Allen grabbed her hair and yanked her head up, throwing his hips into hers hard.
"Take it bitch, this is how a Victor fucks." He growled and sped up again. His hips violently drove two feet of cock into Amara's overwhelmed and constantly cumming body. Allen only slowed to move them from one piece of furniture to another or change up positions. They had to stop at one point when Amara was bouncing on Allen's cock while he sat on a chair, she was trying to drop herself down his full length but her body couldn't handle all of him yet, he felt himself impact her cervix hard and she was suspended in the air with six inches of his cock. He rolled her over to fuck her on the floor for a while.
His first orgasm made her cum screaming with the sensation of being filled with so much ball batter then overfilled as it was just too much for her pussy to contain. Her eyes threatened to pop out of her head as she felt him keep cumming. Then she screamed again as he started thrusting hard mid orgasm, forcing his spurting dick deeper into her body. His second orgasm had him jerking himself off into her womb then pulling out and showering her in almost a gallon of thick cream.
"Oh wow." She panted and licked her lips of the pearlescent nectar. "You just don't stop do you?"
"Not for days." Allen bragged. "And you haven't talked my full cock yet, but you still have one more hole for me to fuck." She grinned wildly realizing what he was saying.
"Oh yes baby, fuck my ass, open me up and force it all in. I need to take it all." Allen dragged her to a wall sized mirror, her sloppy cum drenched front smeared the reflecting surface as he positioned himself. Lining up his huge cockhead with her enhanced and snare drum tight balloon knot asshole. Allen give her ass a few hard slaps as a warmup. "More baby, don't just tease it, fuck my ass, fucking break me in, ruin me for other men." He yanked her head back by the hair, forcing her to look him in the eyes.
"I brake everyone with this cock, you're no exception." He sneered, his body burning with those all too familiar feelings he'd been living with since his own victory, the need to fuck and the sensation of his balls being uncomfortably full, as if all he had to do was cum hard enough or enough times to feel empty and satisfied, he rarely ever felt truly satisfied. Allen knew every victor felt the same way, it was like an addiction that never truly satisfied you but felt like if you keep going it would.
"Make me take it. Force it in, I don't care how hard it is, rip me open with it." She moaned, and pleaded, skin flushed with arousal and panting with lust. Allen gave her a growl of acknowledgment. He sounded like an angry predator, angry and in heat. Amara somehow knew if he could Allen would fuck her to death, the idea made her body shake with orgasm.
If she wanted it hard, Allen was happy to give it to her hard. He took both sides of her hips in a death grip and shoved himself deep in her ass. A little over a foot and a half of thick cock forced itself in Amara's tight asshole. Her canal being widened against its will to accommodate the oversized anal intruder. Allen gave a single grunt of effort, Amara stopped moving, stopped breathing, stopped everything. The feeling of a cock that big, powering into her, not caring if it would actually fit, knowing it would force her body open with its size, all had her frozen, her body and mind overwhelmed by the sensation. Her eyes wide open in surprise, her mouth held open in a silent scream as her brain caught up.
"Oh fuuuuuuck!" She howled. Allen could only laugh as he pulled back and slammed into her again. She came hard, Allen knew she could cum harder, he'd seen it with other victor sluts, hell he'd been the reason for it. Inch by body stretching inch pulled back and jammed itself in again, Amara screamed, overwhelmed by the sensation and the pleasure she felt.
Allen drilled Amara's ass for hours, pushing his tree trunk cock deeper and deeper. Every time Amara came, which was often, Allen used her cunt lubricating juice to cram in another impossibly thick inch of his super enhanced victor cock. Around the one hour mark he'd managed to stuff two feet of his meat in her ass. He pulled her into the air, arms hooking under her legs to hold her in a full nelson, her front facing the cum smeared mirror to see how it looked. Amara came from seeing herself being held up by the godlike muscle stud. With a heave Allen not so much dropped Amara but threw her downward, spearing her ass with his thirty two inch long cum cannon. Twenty six inches, twenty seven...twenty eight... up and down, hard up and harder down, throwing her full body weight on his iron hard cock easily like she weighed almost nothing.
Treating her like she was just a bimbo bodied, cumming and screaming, sex toy, Allen walk-fucked and dragged Amara around the room. He sat down and bounced her on his length, he bent her over tables and chairs and broke them with the power of his thrusts. His wrecking ball balls cracked wood and dented steel supports with the fury of his hips, all so he could force those last few inches into Amara's depths. She screamed she couldn't take it, it was impossible, it was too much, he was too big. He knew she could, every victor woman could. He knew they're bodies could technically accommodate even bigger dicks but he didn't share that information, let it be a surprise when he fucked them, and when someone even bigger eventually came along.
Allen had Amara laying on a wide hip level table, his hands firmly gripping het at the hip and shoulder, throwing her body forward and dragging it back, reducing her orgasmically overwhelmed body to a toy, not so much fucking her as jerking himself off with her form. Amara didn't even register her hips were flattening against Allen's groin, his full length repeatedly spearing into depths she'd never experienced before, and wouldn't ever again unless it was with him. When she realized she was taking his entire thirty two inch length she screamed. Her ass clenching down along his length like a vice pusher Allen over the edge.
The big man planted his weight on her body anchoring the victor sextoy in place. He pulled back until two fat feet of his colossal veiny stood like a bridge connecting their bodies, fat ropes of liquid love stretching between them, falling from the impaling mass of manhood. Allens cock was a battering ram, his testicles were wrecking balls, his body an over muscled custom built engine designed, not to fuck, but to destroy. Allen let her see what was coming, the anticipation of it made Amara's body shudder.
"Now you'll feel what it's like to get fucked by one of us." He growled and as the words left his lips he slammed his full length into her. Over two and a half feet of bicep thick cock powerfully asserting itself, her body forced into waking up to its true purpose, what it had become during the games. While she'd been taking size and sexuality from her opponents, Amara had been transforming, her body now sang with the pleasure of Allens impossible cock stretching it, Amara screamed and howled orgasm after orgasm, unleashing an expletive laced rant minutes long that was just her begging for her him to never stop.
Her shouting was eventually reduced to savage primal sounds, grunts, groans, moans, and growls filled the space. Allen came again and again, doing his best to keep up the pace even with his spurting length filling her again and again. After years of almost constant sex even Allen got to a point where he couldn't take it anymore. Allen kept up until he felt enough time had passed.
His final orgasm flagged, his cock still rock hard, long thick drops of spunk falling from his engorged end. Amara lay in a pool of cum. completely covered in a thick white coating of spunk, two layers deep, her pussy and ass leaking the fertile fluid. Amara was half panting, half begging for more.
"Now this is a picture we'll have to re create sometime." He chuckled. Amara whined, realizing her massive lover wasn't slamming his cock back in one of her well stretched holes.
"That...that was...holy fuck!" She managed, panting, her body still vibrating from either the single un-ending orgasm or un ending stream of orgasms he'd subjected her to. Allen laughed louder.
"That was a preview of everyday for the rest of your life now, Victor." He said proud. "I do that to every slut back home, even harder with my wife." Amara began to stir, Allen helped her to her feet. Directing her to the doors he entered from. She'd find a room to bathe and a refreshment drink beyond. "Go meet your new husband." He instructed. Amara nodded, Allen grinned, watching the nearly perfect curves of her body, the bounce of her huge round tits, visible even from behind, her wide hips swaying, that massive firm ass jiggling just right as she walked, before she reached the door she stopped and turned.
"Who's my husband? She asked curious.
"Does it matter?" His answer made her think, he could almost see inside her head, 'no it didn't really matter' they were paired and they were going to be fucking a lot over the next year, and when she wasn't with her husband, Allen was always there. Allen gave her a confident wink and she turned to finally meet her fellow victor.
The train ride home was slow to allow the victorious mentors a chance to relax and watch the "First Fuck" of the newly crowned victors. Allen and Anthony were joined by Nia who subbed for Anthony, fucking the district one victor, each sitting in huge plush chairs. Everyone was naked and relaxed, between the legs of each a sexslave worked, their sloppy labor just background noise to their larger masters. Nia was growling as her slave, a bald headed beauty with a muscular body and tits that rivaled some victors, brought the district two champion to another powerful orgasm.
The two big men watched on as Nia's hands clamped around the head of her lover and mashed the woman's face into her spasming pussy. Both men agreed the way Nia's sharply defined abs flexed and rippled when she came was mesmerizing. Each man had their own bimbo bodied slaves working aggressively along their massive iron hard cocks. Each had cum once already, the expulsions creating a pool in the center of the train car. When they weren't watching each other cum, the mentors eyes would be focused on the wall sized screen at the far end of the car, there Axel and Amara were fucking energetically and hard.
Allen leaned back as Katy, his chosen slave for these games, slowly brought him closer to his next orgasm, already he could feel his balls roiling as her tongue danced along his veiny shaft. He thought back on his first games as a mentor, he'd come out victorious with Amara but still felt bad about Jay losing, he was one of the forgotten now, shrunk and disgraced...Allen jerked as Katy's tongue tickled up the underside of his shaft, oh well, only one of each gender could win.