Author's Note: And onto the main event. Let's rejoin Katniss and see how she is doing following the Cornucopia.

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Chapter 17: A Spot of Voyeurism

As soon as Foxface had bolted into the forest, Katniss, amidst heavy breathing and a racing heart, did the exact same, picking a direction that led away from the central Cornucopia and deeper into the forest. Running until she could no longer hear the Careers filtering their way into the trees, she ducked across a dirt hill and down into a small protected alcove, surrounded on several sides by a steep dirt bank. Sliding onto the ground, she caught her breath, using a tree to prop herself up. A little disorientated, she tried to count up the number of points she had accrued as a result of the events at the Cornucopia and with Foxface but found herself unable to remember the exact details. Confident that she wouldn't be ambushed by the Careers and pinned to the ground in order to be gang-fucked, she pulled the backpack she had grabbed off of her shoulders and unzipped it. A part of her honestly expected to find a series of survival tools and pieces of useful gear, yet she should have anticipated what was actually going to be stuffed in these backpacks.

The first thing she pulled out was a beaded butt-plug, tapered with three different widths and fitted with a crummy plastic jewel that would proudly flash from between her ass cheeks if she chose to use it. She also found an incredibly anatomically detailed ten-inch dildo. The ridges and veins marked along its side honestly tricked Katniss into thinking that there was a very real severed cock in her bag. Next came a bottle of lube alongside a small silver vibrator standing at six inches long. Most curiously, there was a set of frilly lingerie with hairy lining along the fringes and hems. It was so small that Katniss was confident it would snap if she tried to put it on. The fact that these were included at all was astounding given the fact that they were already prancing around naked through the forest. She then realised that this was ultimately to benefit the sponsors who no doubt loved seeing scantily clad ladies getting their lingerie torn from their bodies before launching into an intimate foray of sexual deviancy. At least Katniss could probably make use of the g-string in some form of animal trap. There was a second bottle inside the bag which Katniss pulled out and visibly sighed as she realised that a bottle of massage oil had been included in the survival pack. The final inclusion with a metal chain with what was presumably two nipple clamps fastened on either side. Again, Katniss was completely shocked and immediately planned to make use of It in some other way than abusing her sensitive nipples. It was safe to say that she had next to nothing to work with.

Regardless, she stuffed everything back into the bag, thinking that it would all hopefully be useful at some point. The only thing she didn't immediately put away was the small silver vibrator. Her ultimate plan prior to entering the arena was to find herself a toy that was both sizable and pleasurable and sequester herself away in some corner of the map playing with herself constantly. The points were measured by orgasm and whilst the big point scorers involved fucking someone else, if she could rack up constantly points from masturbating, she thought that she would be able to outpace the others that went for more traditional means. Hooking the back-pack over her shoulders once more, she rose to her feet and began to fiddle with the vibrator. Flicking it on, she didn't hesitate in turning it onto the max settings, watching the silver shaft shudder and pulsate in her fingers. Unceremoniously, she lowered it to her folds, sawing the length back and forth across her slit. Underestimating the intensity of the vibrations, Katniss clung to a nearby tree, breathing heavily as she continued to work the toy across her folds, the slickness of her pussy swiftly gleaming across the vibrator. Soft moans escaped her lips as she ran the toy back and forth, angling it towards her clit and gasping as a burst of intense pleasure surged through her body. She knew that she wasn't safe here with the Careers running about, yet she knew that she needed to rack up as many points as possible. So, it was on shaky legs, she began to stagger through the forest, clinging to tree after tree for support to keep her collapsing in a pleasure-ridden mess of quivering flesh.

Breathing deeply, she made her way from tree to tree, clinging to them whenever she could as she pinned the toy firmly against her clit. The vibrations seemed to grow more intense the more she pressed it into her flesh, yet she forced herself to maintain her position, weaving from tree to tree, her chest rising and falling as her toes-curled against the forest floor beneath her. There was a cool air in the forest that rushed across her body, flooding through her slit and causing even more satisfying pleasure to tingle through her body. With each step she took, her body seemed closer to collapsing. As she rocked the vibrator through the slickness of her folds, it grew wetter and wetter. As she cleared the first a hundred metres, she found the toy was gleaming and glistening with her juices, her arousal coating the surface of the shimmering silver length. The trouble with allowing herself to relish the sensations rushing throughout her body was that as she came to the next tree-line, staggering her way down a slight embankment on weak and uncertain legs, Katniss found herself unable to deny her body the satisfaction. Cursing beneath her breath as the pleasure rushed through her body, Katniss leant against a nearby tree, hearing the steady rushing of a nearby river. Comfortable that the river would hide the sounds of the vibrator, she made her way a little closer, working her way towards the flow of water, checking behind each and every tree for an ambush, until she was comfortable that small clearing in which she found herself was truly her own. To her surprise, she had kept her toy pressed against her pussy the entire time. A little perturbed by the fact that she didn't see the sense to abandon playing with herself as she sought to ensure her safety, Katniss ultimately ignored the pressing need for some self-reflective psycho-analysis and instead dropped down onto the ground, propping herself up against a tree and letting out a sigh of relief.

This was ultimately the first opportunity she had to relax. After the chaos of the Cornucopia and the countless orgasms she had experienced in that mad scramble; not to mention the rush through the wildness, Katniss felt exhausted. Her body gleamed with a thin layer of sweat, her thighs glistening with arousal as her body felt a little grimy. As she laid against the tree, her hand continuing to rub back and forth across her pussy, slowly guiding her vibrator back and forth across her clit, sawing it through her folds whenever she needed a brief moment of reprieve from the intensity of having it pressed against her most sensitive areas. Reminding herself that the abandoning of modesty was all for her ultimate survival, she continued to rock the toy in place, letting out soft, meek moans of satisfaction; all of them forced for the pleasure of those watching her on their screens. At least, that was what she told herself, yet as she glanced down, she was met with the reality. Her hand was drenched in arousal. Positively glistening. It was to the extend that her hand was more slippery than the toy. She had assumed the unwieldy slickness of the vibrator was all down to the rapidly wettened toy, yet it was her fingertips that were dripping with her gleaming arousal. It didn't stop her from moving the toy along herself. She was more pre-occupied with banking some points so that she could worry about gathering herself later. Right now, the priority was as many orgasms as possible within the short period of time. To that effect, she angled the toy towards her entrance and eased it inside, biting her lip as the overwhelming orgasmic pleasure of being filled with a rigid piece of perpetually shuddering plastic coursed through her body. Breathing wildly, she arched her back, writhing against the tree, keeping the toy sheathed as deeply inside herself, forcing an orgasm to burst across her body, pleasure climbing and peaking in such a way that she was forced to stifle an unbecoming squeal of delight out of fear she would be heard.

But she was heard. In fact, every single subtle squeak of pleasure that she had made after stumbling away from the Cornucopia, including the pleasure ridden moans that she had shared with Foxface, had been heard. Unbeknownst to Katniss, her every move was being watched and relished. The bounce of her ass as she worked her way from tree to tree, the wet slaps of her hand against her pussy, the soft jiggle her breasts made whenever she stepped down a slight incline; all those subtle details of her body were being watched, relished and enjoyed. And in particular, the writhing ecstasy of her current orgasm was being savoured alongside her voyeuristic stalker's own inclining pleasure. In the tree-line above, slightly further away from Katniss's current position, angled so that she had a complete and unrestricted view of Katniss's entire anatomy, the silent stalker watched. Spread across a couple sturdy bows, the lithe and limber form of the girl from Eleven laid, supported by the branches as she watched Katniss's body intently, adoring the rise of her chest and the way her ass was squashed and spilled across the forest floor beneath her. The girl's hand was buried between her lightly toned thighs, rubbing her tight dark-skinned pussy, coating her own fingers with her own slickness. It had been quite the struggle to maintain pace with Katniss through the trees as she rushed away from the central fuck-fest; yet it had proved to be completely worth it. Her own orgasm began to rear its head, her dark chocolatey nipples hardening in the cold breeze of the forest air. And it was in that moment, as her pleasure peaked that Rue knew that she had made the right choice in shadowing Katniss Everdeen.

Katniss wasn't the only one with the same plan of banking points. Both Rue and she were well on their way to using just that tactic to win. Not only that, but half a dozen tributes had already dipped into the forests and begun doing the same, with the cameras displaying rather proudly to the Districts and the Capitol, a compilation of all of them writhing in ecstasy, all driven from their own hands. Rue had a backpack stored on the branch she was resting on, her eyes locked on Katniss's writhing and contorting body. She was certainly and exhibitionist in this regard, taking no small measure in making sure it was known how much pleasure she was feeling. Rue couldn't help but enjoy the show the brunette was providing. With her own hand working its way through her folds, Rue felt her slickness beginning to bead and roll down the crack of her ass. Her fingers were already drenched, soaked from tip to knuckle with her arousal. Rocking her fingers back and forth, she rubbed them against her clit every couple of seconds before dipping them down to her actual entrance, moaning as she sank her petite little fingers into her cunt, pumping them back and forth. Her dark nipples were fully erect, standing proudly at the crest of her small tits. Her lithe body was surprisingly meaty in places, with her breasts being an ample handful, yet remaining small enough to work with her smaller figure. Playing with her pussy, Rue wondered if she should simply bite the bullet and drop down to join Katniss, however, ultimately decided against it. She and her mentor had devised several plans in order to gain attention and ultimately appeal. Rue would never win a contest decided explicitly upon sexual appeal. Whilst there were those amongst the Capitol who favoured her stature, she wasn't particularly voracious in sexuality, experienced or adventurous. So, her appeal was surface level. And so, her tactics had to be sharp. People were far more willing to pay attention to the lithe and limber young girl that followed Katniss Everdeen through the trees, masturbating to her every move and sharing in the Capitol's dogged obsession with the brunette from Twelve. It at least gave her a gimmick if nothing else. People would be far more interested in her first explosive sexual encounter with Katniss if it had a little subsequent build up.

And so, she fumbled around towards her back-pack, reaching inside for the dildo that she had found within. Feeling its juicy plastic girth, she pulled it hold, letting it flop onto her belly. Breathing heavily, she glanced down at it briefly. Ten inches: far, far bigger than the ones she had practised with. Of course, she had the unfortunate luck of getting a gargantuan toy. Regardless, her cunning and sharp mind suggested that the perverts of the Capitol would be more interested in seeing her trying to work that monstrosity into her thin body. Her cunt was certainly wet enough. Looking down, her pussy was drenched, gleaming. Her fingers too. So much so, that as she gripped the toy in one hand, the rigid plastic began to glisten itself, her arousal coating it after nothing more than a simple squeeze. Lowering the toy to her pussy, she grabbed it not by the base, but by the head, rubbing the bulbous tip against her folds, tentatively teasing her entrance, watching as Katniss slowly reclined across the ground, moaning with such intensity that the subtleties in her sexual expressions were as clear as day to Rue, who used them as encouragement to her sexual affairs, running the beaded head of the toy along her folds, steadily unfurling the folded nest that was her pussy. Moans escaped her lips; softer moans in comparison to Katniss, but moans nonetheless. Everytime she tried to push the toy inside herself, she winced, the head being thicker than she anticipated. Regardless, she continued to try and slip it inside, finding it more pleasurable each time she bottled it and pulled the toy back, letting the entrance to her untouched pussy slowly tighten once again, the flesh constricting in on itself, bringing moans of delight to her lips.

Finally, she felt her pussy give away, the very tip of the cock slipping inside. Looking down, she saw her pussy lips stretching to accommodate, the pressure of having herself plugged in such a manner causing her to breath sharply inwards. Fortunately, Katniss was too consumed in the pleasure of the moment to even acknowledge the slow tepid moans emanating from the tree-line nearby, instead focussing on the rutting animalistic fantasies tingling through her body. Easing the rest of the head inside of herself, Rue began to moan constantly, her pussy incredibly sensitive to even the slightest inclusions. There was an innate satisfaction in being slowly filled by a thick object, and whilst she had revelled in that sensation when it came in the form of the more manageable sized dildos she had experimented with, this was on a whole new level. Whilst Rue was definitely far from being a size-queen, there was something to be said for the level of increase in pleasure found with the satisfaction of probing her cunt with a cock of such a size. It wasn't anything incredibly pleasurable, but there was a profound niggle in the back of her mind telling her that there would be immense satisfaction in taking the entire length. Perhaps it was some desire to simply have it completely submerged for the sake of compulsivity, but it lingered there nonetheless. It may have lingered there, but it didn't make it any easier to weave another inch of the toy inside of herself, the plastic seemingly swelling and bulging to a new level of thickness the further it went inside of her. With her heart racing and her body thrumming with pleasure, she called it quits and simply began to rock the toy in and out of her pussy, fucking herself with the short three inches that she had mustered then and there.

Lightly fucking herself with the toy, she angled her head to watch Katniss more intently, her eyes widening with lust as the brunette rolled over onto her hands and knees, lust overcoming as the increased pleasure of the wildly throbbing vibrator drove her to wilder and wilder lengths to get that next delectable orgasm. Rue could definitely empathise with that desire. As she rocked the toy into her depths, plumbing her tight virgin pussy with the thick cock-head, she found the steadily increasing pleasure to slowly begin corrupting her supple lustful mind. Moaning softly, she dropped a hand to her clit, rubbing the sensitive bead with increased intensity, her eye-lids growing heavy as she watched Katniss play to her strengths. When on all fours, Katniss rested her cheek against the forest floor, not caring as the dirt pressed into her skin. She cared all about cumming. It got to the point where the impetus of her playing with herself -the points- became a distant memory for her. Katniss knew exactly how to get herself to cum and whilst she wanted to deny it to herself, not wanting to play her cards to early, she decided that the sponsors could go fuck themselves. She was prioritising points and points alone. Guiding the dripping wet toy from her pussy, she sawed it along the cleft of her ass, using one of her hands to pry her fat juicy cheeks apart and flaunt her tight puckered asshole to the camera that she knew was inevitable watching. If only she knew how much of an exhibitionist, she was being in that moment with all the additional eyes watching her play with herself, writhing around in the filth of the forest in search of an orgasm and some points in a wayward competition.

Angling the tip of vibrator towards her ass, Katniss let a deep and carnal groan as she began to ease the very head of the bulbous toy inside of herself. She had yet to enjoy the shuddering bliss of a max-setting vibrator being lodged inside her arsehole and with just the head stretching her entrance wider and wider, she found herself making such guttural and unseemly sounds as the insides of her ass was bestowed the thrum of a good vibrator. Moans streamed from her lips as they curled into a ecstasy fuelled grin; one driven by the innate pleasure of something new and her deep-found love for all her anal adventures. Inch by inch the plastic sheathed itself inside her, her voice becoming a mess of vibrations as her entire body began to quiver and shake. Her knees almost buckled beneath her ass she managed to ease the very last bit of the toy inside of her ass, loving the absolute heavenly bliss that powerfully rippling through her body. Her pleasure-sensitive ass boasted a myriad of sweet spots, all of which being absolutely destroyed and obliterated by the convulsing toy. Pushing in a little further, she tested to see if she would be able to let go of it and simply have it remain within the confines of her asshole. It took a little creative angling, but Katniss was eventually able to pull her hand away and simply enjoy the toy pulsating around inside her most sensitive hole. Astounded that her orgasm had yet burst across her body, she waited in anticipation as the intensifying of the pleasure drew her closer and closer and closer to that explosively culminative end.

Dropping a hand down to her pussy, Katniss went into overdrive, flattening a palm against his slick and gleaming cunt, rubbing herself furiously in circles, grinding her fingers against clit, folds and entrance alike, simply relishing in the heated contact of flesh upon flesh and the pleasure it provided; all of which was accentuated, amplified and all around intensified by the rod of shuddering plastic lodged so deeply inside her ass that it begun to feel as if a permanent pulsating fixture between rounded apple-shaped arse cheeks. Her moans were so wild and truncated by gasps and grunts that she barely had time to breath, each sound catching in her throat as her pleasure levels increased, surging up and up, twisting further and further, bringing so very close to the edge of her orgasm until it suddenly ruptured through her body, commanding silence from her delectable lips as pleasure incarnate seized her body. Every muscle in her body tense up, her hand continuing to rush back and forth across her spasming pussy as her ass clenched suddenly and swiftly, tightening around the toy and causing it burst out of her asshole and land several feet away, leaving her ass agape and winking, bereft of the intense pleasure she had grown so used to. However, that pleasure was replaced by the tingling sensation of an orgasm igniting each of her senses, causing her hairs to stand on end as every extremity seem to thrum with pleasure. Her moans finally escaped her lips as she made it explicitly clear just how much she adored and relished each and every moment of that orgasm. The hand fondling her pussy continued rhythmically on, becoming the steady support that she clung to for sanity, until the pleasure began to drain from her body with the only heightened sense of satisfaction coming from her hand and its movements, which inevitably ceased as she slumped down onto the forest floor, her eyes falling heavy and her body tired from the exertion. What she had hoped to be a steady fixture in the coming days and a constant stream of reliable points had become an exhausting wrestle with the forces of her body in search of an orgasm. She could only chock it up to the fact that she had experienced an orgasm so soon prior that it had dulled her senses to the pleasure. Or the heightened sensitivity following an orgasm had mellowed out into a dull miasma that need such violent sexual encouragement to elicit anything. Or perhaps those were simply the wayward thoughts of a steadily delirious girl laying face down in a forest.

The show was beyond enjoyed as Rue let out squeaks of delight, watching how the bustier girl writhed with pure ecstasy, such pleasure that seemed unparalleled. All from a simple plundering of her tightest entrance. It almost made Rue quiver at the thought. Almost. It did however prompt her to slip from her tightness the throbbing dildo and tuck it back into her backpack, instead reaching inside and plucking out a gleaming silver butt-plug; small and rounded, just the perfect size for her. Naturally, her experience of the anal variety was mild to say the least. She hadn't even touched that entrance in a sexual manner until her selection for the games, after which it became necessary for her to explore every possible avenue of her body as they would undoubtedly be explored regardless during the games. And it was safe to say, she got the appeal, if not enjoyed it immensely. Of course, she was able to use toys of her own choice back in the privacy of her own room in the Tribute Tower, yet here, she was limited to a massively over-sized dildo or a rather bulbous butt-plug. The choice seemed easy in her eyes, but in practice it was a little uncertain. A little shaky. But having seen such a delightful display from Katniss inspired her to say the least. Bringing the toy along her folds, she turned to look back over at Katniss, the girl propping herself up against the tree and casually rubbing herself to recuperate from her orgasm before moving on, giving Rue just enough to experiment a little with herself. Confident she had coated the toy in enough of her juices, she even drizzled a mouthful of saliva across the toy in order lubricate it, all without averting her eyes from Katniss and sumptuously plump body. Infatuated was a good descriptor for Rue's newfound obsession, even if it failed to properly describe it.

Lifting her leg up slightly, Rue rolled around onto her stomach, laying flat across the branches, her nipple catching on the twigs beneath her and giving her a twang of pleasure. Confident she wouldn't fall, she reached behind herself with both hands, one hand planting itself on her round and juicy little ass, prying it apart and allowing herself the access she needed to her asshole. Realising she needed more lube, she brought the hand back to her lips and spat into it, caressing her rear entrance with the saliva and even bringing a digit inside of herself to loosen and slicken herself. Finally, she spread her cheeks apart and nestled the bulbous toy against her asshole, moaning softly as she began to ease inwards. She found the tantalising pressure to be the most thrilling and pleasurable part, discovering that the initial plunge and the sensations that came before were the parts that got her throbbing. It was prolonged anal fucking that brought the pain and discomfort to the fore-front. Breathing slowly, she teased her entrance, lightly toying with her tight and puckered hole, worming and wriggling the very tip of the toy across her wrinkled hole. Finally, she found the angle and her arse began to give way, slowly stretching and rolling over the beaded tip. Her breath caught in her throat, her eyes rolling closed as the satisfaction of tenderly being filled from behind took control of her. She silently imagined what it would be like to have a cock doing this; quickly shifting her fantasy towards Katniss sporting a strapon, toying the entrance of her ass before plunging inside, rutting against her from behind. Moans flooded from her lips as she thickest portion of the toy stretched and gaped her hole. A flutter of pain filled her before the sudden almighty surge of pleasure took over her, the toy immediately sinking inside her and her asshole tightening around the thin handle of the toy, her asshole completely and utterly plugged with shining shimmering metal.

It was at that point, amidst a flurry of pleasure that she began to wonder what the purpose of a plug In terms of masturbation could possibly be. If felt good, but did she just lay there with the thrumming sensation of her arse being filled with an object? Breathing slowly, she reached back, thinking she would use it like a dildo, but found that her fingers couldn't properly get the angle to fuck herself with it. It seemed the only two states of the toy were either in or out. And so, she lay there, a little confused by it all, but pleasured nonetheless. It was only then that she realised Katniss had risen to her feet and grabbed her own backpack, making her way along the river bank. Cursing softly, Rue grabbed her own pack and clambered to her feet almost slipping forwards as she soon realised how a plug's pleasure properly affected her. It was by moving. The toy bounced around inside her, pressing against her insides, rubbing against the sensitive areas inside and general providing her with pleasure. A lot of pleasure. Pleasure to the point that her knees were shaking, and her legs felt as if they were about to give away beneath her. Of course, Katniss chose this time to move. Slowly, but surely, Rue began to walk along the branches, clinging to the trees for support more often than she normally would, shuddering and almost falling several times, her body beginning to glisten with sweat from the exertion, her thighs growing slicker as she moved, doing everything in her power to keep pace with Katniss, shadowing her from the trees. Where she was going, remained a mystery, but amidst shuddering levels of pleasure, Rue followed along, clinging from tree to tree, wincing with pain and pleasure whenever she had to perform some form of acrobatic leap from one branch to another, unsettling the toy from position and bouncing it around within the tight caverns of her clutching hole.

On the ground, Katniss made her way on shaky legs along the cascading falls of the river, staggering her way towards the large lake at the bottom of the creek. It was only after she had cum and her mind had become a little clearer, that she realised that she was in an absolute state. Sweat, arousal and dirt were showered across her body, leaving her not looking as appealing as she would have wished. She was contemplating simply putting up with it as she couldn't know which way the Capitol would lean. Knowing the sheer level of perversity going on in that city, there would undoubtedly be several people who wished to see her remain in such a state. Deciding that she would prefer to be clean, she made her way down to the lake-side, admiring the crystal-clear shimmer on the water, framed by the stunning emerald green canopy of the towering trees, mired amongst the bright blue sky. Were she not in unfavourable circumstances, she would have probably relished the beauty of the moment and savoured the fact it reminded her somewhat of home. Regardless, she stowed her bag by a nearby fallen tree and made her way over to the water. Testing it, she shivered at its distinct chill before sinking her foot into it. Slowly, but surely, she made her way further in, tentatively taking each step, the water igniting goosebumps across her rapidly slickening skin. When she got to waist-high water, she gasped suddenly, the cold water rushing across her burning pussy, the contrast in sensations being as pleasurable as it was startling. Still, she quickly sank into the water, letting it rise up to her neck, the cold of the water acting as a cleanser as she bathed in the waist-high shallows of the water, slowly growing accustomed to the icy depths, her body temperature slowly climbing, making it a more comfortable bath.

Sinking her head beneath the water, she drenched her hair before coming back up and letting it sweep down and along her back. Unceremoniously rubbing her hands back and forth across her skin, she wiped away any and all of the dirt and grime, cleaning herself up as quickly as she could. It was only then that she looked over to the opposite shore-line and into the trees. There was someone watching her. He was stood by the tree-line, his hand speeding across his cock as he watched her bathing. Her first and immediate instinct was to hide her body away from the lecherous pervert, but then reminded herself that this was the very impetus of the Games. It was only as she turned away from him that she had a thought. If he was getting such base enjoyment out of simply watching her wash herself, bathing in the lake, then perhaps she ought to make a show of it. From her browsing of the various porn channels that the capitol broadcast on the TVs in her room, It seemed that they were obsessed with oil, water and soap; essentially having people's body slick and wet. With that in mind, her haphazard cleaning of her body became a more slow and tender experience, running her hands across her body, sensually cleaning herself. She kept her breasts and everything that people wanted to see beneath the water, ensuring that the surface remained as disturbed as possible to ensure a teasing hint of privacy. Every few moments, she would let out a soft and delicate moan as if to imply that she was enjoying this, relishing it. One of Effie's tips resonated with her in that moment: Make it seem as if you are enjoy it as much as the people watching you are.

Slowly, she rose to her feet, letting her breasts rise above the water, gleaming and glistening with the layer of water coating them. Glancing back over to the mysterious masturbator, she took his increased pace as a sign that her salacious act was working. Lifting her hands, to her breasts, she allowed them to bounce in place, a splash of water cascading over them as she stood up, her nipples rock hard and standing pointed atop a field of goosebumps. Her crotch remained under water, yet the curve of her arse remained so very tantalisingly close. In fact, if she stood on her tip-toes, it would be revealed slightly. That teasing was what she thought would earn her more eyes. Her hands ran sensually across her body, running up and down her stomach and tits, occasionally dipping down between her thighs and under the water. Cupping her hands, she lifted some water above herself, letting it cascade elegantly across her gleaming skin, the spattering of the water colliding with the surface of the lake serving to maintain her modesty. Slowly, she sank back into the water, pushing over to the side of the lake so that she could sit on the bottom of the lake, keeping only her head and her shoulders above the water. Teasingly, she lifted one of her long slender legs, propping it up on the knee of the other, allowing her to run her hands along the length of her limb, the curtain of water that drizzled down from it splashing into the water. She had no idea if the cameras were even watching her at that moment; or rather, if it was being broadcast, but she knew that it was at least giving her some attention from the boy at the edge of the lake. Lifting the second leg upwards, she did the exact same, always bringing her hands all the way down to her crotch, angling her head backwards as she caressed her pussy, accentuating the pleasure she was actually feeling for intense dramatic effect. Especially given that the pleasure was dulled by the cold water surrounding her.

With a smile, she rolled onto her knees, lifting herself up just enough that the curve of her breasts was flaunted without displaying her nipples. Yet, slowly, she rose to her feet, letting the water flow down across her body, dripping across her anatomy and catching the glow of the mid-afternoon sun. Steadily, she revealed her pussy, slick and gleaming both from arousal and from the water; not to mentioned proudly displayed her round arse, a sight that captured the jerking boy's imagination immensely, to the point that his cock began to twitch and spasm, sending out a spurt of cum across the forest floor. Grinning wildly, Katniss slipped out of the water, content that her show had had at least done something. Marching back over to her backpack, she swiftly realised she had no means of actually drying herself, forcing her to essentially walk through the forest until she was dried off. Cursing, she hoisted the bag up onto her back, before deciding on her route. Glancing back across the surface of the lake, Katniss saw the boy leaning against a tree, catching his breath, yet further along the tree-line, her eyes caught a familiar gleam of fiery red hair. The swiftness with which the figure moved spoke to her identity, and whilst Katniss didn't get to actually see her face, the contrasting creaminess of her exposed, pale skin and her bright redheaded hair told Katniss that it was Foxface. Not only did she have the attention of the leering young boy, but also of Foxface. Smirking, Katniss decided that whilst masturbating in the quiet confines of her own company would yield points, it would be wiser to at least find someone to team up with. Even if it was momentarily. She had proven that she couldn't reliably and consistently masturbate all day due to how much effort it took to elicit a single orgasm, and if that was the case, having a partner with which she could fuck would significantly increase the points yielded, even if it meant she had to degrade herself in sexually lurid situations. As if she could roll her eyes at having to do that anymore.

Thinking along those lines, Katniss decided she would start after Foxface, hoping to find the redhead amongst the forest across the lake and river, yet she knew that given the girl's proclivity for rushing away, it might be difficult to track her down and convince her to partner up. As a result, an idea crossed her mind. The boy still stood at the opposite side of the Lake, leaning catching his breath. Perhaps… He was somewhat short, with dark hair, his physique that off a teenager yet to bloom. Thin and scrawny. Nothing exceptional. No Gale, Katniss thought, quickly brushing that from her mind before she decided what to do. The sun was slowly setting and there was no hope of stumbling into any form of sexual antics in the middle of the night. Well, not any that didn't involve Careers taking turns at butt-fucking her. And so, with little sense left in her, she made her way further up river to a part of the river-bank that she was able to cross with relative ease, all before doubling back and making her way down to where she last saw the boy.

Unbeknownst to her, her perverse lake-side show had been relished and revered by more than just the teenage boy and Foxface. Directly above where she had stowed her backpack, Rue was writhing with pleasure, having gotten used to the sensation of having an object lodged In her ass. An orgasm had already claimed her as she swung from tree-branch to tree-branch, making her way towards Katniss in the first place, but as she reclined in the trees, wildly rubbing her clit and lightly toying her asshole with the butt-plug, she began to feel herself climbing towards a second one. Had Katniss voiced her plans of finding a partner out loud, she simply would have let her moans increase to the points of loud and audible squeals, yet she was rendered oblivious to the pale skinned brunette's intentions, leaving her rutting against her hand as she fucked herself with the toys. She hadn't even noticed that Katniss had left, she was so consumed by lust and sexual thrill of the moment. With several fingers buried in her snatch, she let herself enjoy the satisfaction of a second orgasm, breathing softly as it rose before, she was forced to stifle a gasp and squeal, her slick thighs running even slicker. Pleasure thrummed through her body as she contorted in new and deliciously pleasurable ways; such sensations brought about due to the bulbous toy lodged in her rear-end. Yet, as the orgasm subsided, she found a small modicum of pleasure in the toy filling and stretching out her asshole. Glancing around, she noticed that Katniss had disappeared, quickly being able to note the tracks she had left in the soft earth. As they led up river, she watched the girl dip in the opposite tree-line. Clambering to her feet, Rue reached behind herself to draw the toy out of her ass, only to slowly begin to feel a distinct and unwavering… emptiness. Before she could explore it further, she tucked the toy away and made after Katniss, not wanting to lose her amongst the tree-line.

Author's Note: Hope you all enjoyed that lovely celebration of the Holiday spirit. This is a standardised message that I will be putting at the end of all the stories that got a wonderous update this Christmas day, so if you've read It already then feel free to go dive into another Christmas update.

I am well aware that I've not exactly been the most active writer this year, but that is largely due to the fact that I've not got that much time. I've got Uni and a job, which means that any free time I have is largely devoted to excessive alcoholism and making lacklustre financial decisions. Which means that I don't get much time to write these wonderful stories. However, if you are keen to support what I'm doing here then consider commissioning something. It really helps me out and alleviates some of the burden. And it means that I have more time to write smutty things not only when commissioned, but also free content. I know that sounds a little false given the fact that I've been writing commissions this year and have only uploaded updates for a couple of my stories a dozen times, but without those commissions, my upload schedule would be reduced to once a year. I.e. Christmas. So, if you're interested, please get in touch. It is £10 per 1000 words and you get your own personalised piece of smutty goodness.

That being said, I will be taking a break from both fanfiction and commissions and will return in the new year, hopefully to upload more frequently. With all that said, I hope you enjoy the holidays and all the smutty goodness that I have uploaded. Till next time!