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Mockery Jay	By : Fizzer Category: G through L > Hunger Games, The Views: 6127 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The move from District 13 to the Capitol was a long one, due to just how far away the two were placed. Obviously the districts went in order of distance from the Capitol, but since the district was long thought gone for so long after the original war, transportation wasn't a joy ride either. All train tracks were destroyed to keep anyone from reaching this far back. All we could get were worn down buses donated from a few other districts, and I sat on my own while mom kept Prim with her. And in the far back was Effie, still wearing that new Mockingjay outfit while any male with hormones had their way with her. She didn't seem to mind it, but I was surprised that Haymitch wasn't on the same bus as us. It likely had to do with the last time we interacted...

I try to focus on something else other than that horrible incident. But my mind has nothing good, nothing positive to focus on other than these new 'duties' placed on me as the Mockingjay. I'd swear I'd rather face death in the Games than have to spend the rest of my life becoming some pleasure toy for the public to use and humiliate. All because Coin wants to turn the Capitol into a tourist attraction. Good luck getting most people beyond District 8 to come out here. Then again with the way most people dressed I guess it could be argued that the lavish lifestyle of Capitol citizens already made it look like a theme park of some kind to an outsider like myself.

It's as I'm staring out the window, watching the scenery go by while the bus takes us on the road to the Capitol, my attention is taken away by someone sitting next to me. Unfortunately for myself, it's Joanna Mason. I don't know what's gotten into her lately, but since her 'goodbye' before the Snow mission consisted of her cumming on me and my return following that was to bring attention to my newfound 'status' I wasn't in the mood for talking with her. She, however, was.

“So, the people take the Capitol back, right?” she says with a smile on her face. “Good for us. It was about time Snow had what was coming to him.” I feel her staring at me, as if waiting for an answer. She continues. “I mean I have to hand it to you, Mockingjay, I thought that you'd have a bit of performance anxiety when I heard about it. But you did all right for yourself.” Still not giving her an answer. “So, I have to ask, did he use the extension on you when he was inside or-”

“I don't want to talk about it, okay?” I finally hiss at her. “This isn't a normal conversation for me, Joanna, and I'd like to drop it. I'm just, I'm not comfortable with this.”

I watch her eyes, their gaze not leaving my face. Then she shrugs. “It's hard to do that when you're going to be a key player in Coin's new plan, isn't it?”

“How did you-?”

I hear a snigger come from Joanna's lips as she pulls down the zipper on her jacket, pulling it to the side to show off the red Mockingjay pasty, the same one Effie wore before we left. I say 'wore' because I'm sure they've fallen off somewhere in the midst of her gangbang. “Yeah, not really all that shocking, is it, Mockingjay?” she asks rehtorically. “You walk off an elevator butt naked because you hated the outfit picked out for you on some stupid chariot showcase and the world decides not to let you forget it. Crazy.”

“I'm sure it is.” I say, rolling my eyes. “I guess they thought it suited you pretty well. I mean, you have been acting pretty daft these last few days.”

“Oh, what?” she asks, as if feigning innocence. “Just because I jilled off to that perfect little body before you went off on your crazy suicide plan?” She reaches out for my breast, groping it through my jacket. I choose to just let her have it, there was no point fighting it anymore. “It's because you're actually fucking hot, Mockingjay. Who knew under those layers and silly dresses you would actually have a smoking hot bod under there? And these implants, yum...” Her tongue sneaks out between her lips, running a circle around them as her hand continues to squeeze my breast.

“I just didn't like the attention you brought me is all.” I sigh. “This isn't me, Joanna, and you know it.”

“Well it's your own fault for bowing to Snow's will just to off him.” Joanna laughs. “Then again what other option was there, right? I mean I could've gone in and done it for you, but it's like I've said before; they have nothing to use against me. I have nothing left to give back. But you...you certainly have a lot to give.”

She giggles, leaning into my neck. Her lips plant themselves on my skin, and I moan as her tongue tickles away. “Joanna, no...” I say while trying to shove her off. “My family's here.”

“Well they have no trouble with what's going on with Effie back there,” she says, nudging back at Effie, who was now on the floor on her hands and knees as four guys were filling her holes with their cocks, “what's wrong with it being you?”

“Just mother issues,” I say, my eyes closing as Joanna reaches her hand down my pants. Her index finger rubs over my clit, and I start to feel hot. My blood flows into my vagina, as if it wants her to play around with me more. “I'm not...Joanna, I'm not in the mood...”

And I think to myself, she's not going to listen. She's going to keep being snarky with me while she tries to get me off. Instead...her hands pull away. She removes her lips from my neck, and sits casually next to me. “Okay, fine.” she says with a shrug. “You're not up for it. You don't want to feel an orgasm. Sure, that's okay.” I sigh of relief. It was refreshing for a change to say 'no' and not have my consent taken away from me. But then she moans, unzipping her jacket all the way. “But I have to admit, Katniss, I'm feeling pretty aroused right now.”

My eyes almost bulge out of their sockets, unbelieving that Joanna Mason was going to masturbate in front of me. “Can you do that anywhere else on the bus, please?” I ask. “There's plenty of seats you could use.”

“Don't be ridiculous, Katniss.” she replies, groping her own chest. “You're still new to all this. Just stay and watch me, I know you might learn a thing or two from this.” She winks at me, arching her body off the seat so as to remove her own pants. She showed to me her red thong, assigned with the Mockingjay pasties, then pulled those off as well. Her pussy was glistening wet, so much so that the sunlight bounced off the wetter spots, shining as a result. Her hand starts to caress her vaginal lips, and I watch as her face contorts when her fingers slide inside. Joanna puts two of them between her lips, the digits making their way inside of her. I just watch in awe as she breathes lightly, barely making a sound, and I look around to see that nobody is paying us any attention, which I'm thankful for. I'll be honest, I may not have much experience with self masturbation, but I think Joanna may be the person I want to learn from, unlike Effie, who I can still hear even with two cocks muffling her orgasmic cries.

I continue to watch, astounded with Joanna as I watch her teeth clench, her fingers clawing upwards as she buries them deeper inside of her snatch. Her free hand is placed on her chest, the space between her thumb and finger pushing upwards towards her throat. She looked as though she was wanting to choke herself, but the placement of her hand seemed to do her well. She lets out a heavy sigh, her eyelids opening up long enough for me to watch them roll, while her fingers thrust into her vagina. I cover my mouth to hide a gasp as I watch her take a third finger, easily slipping it inside of her pussy. I had recently taken a fist from Cressida, and that took some effort, but here was Joanna having no problem placing a third finger inside her. She didn't need adjustment, apparently.

As I watch Joanna playing with herself, it's only a matter of time before I notice something rubbing against my crotch, looking down to see it was my own hand reaching inside of my pants. I wasn't ready to pull out, I actually wanted to try and get myself off, masturbating alongside Joanna. I continued to stare at her as she continued to finger her own pussy, her lips curled into a smile even as her mouth was open to let out silent gasps. I bit down on my lower lip, my fingers rubbing away at the insides of my vagina. This was too good of a show to not do anything with, and I can't even believe I was thinking this, let alone doing this. I tried to convince myself that Coin or someone was toying around with that stupid remote control, but even I couldn't believe my own excuses. I was honest to god aroused watching Joanna get herself off.

I clasp my other hand over my mouth, not wanting any sounds to come out and bother anyone else. At this point I was still worried about my mom and Prim, not wanting them to hear myself masturbating. But the thought somehow made me hornier, and I felt myself reaching the brink of orgasm. Looking at Joanna, the way her fingers moved inside her at a faster rate, I could see she was ready to let loose as well. “Together?” I ask with a whimper.

“Don't make this weird, Mockingjay.” she grunts back. “But sure, together.”

She seemed annoyed by the suggestion, but that smile was still on her lips, even as her eyes shut and she created more friction inside her. I followed suit, my fingers racing as I push harder into my crotch, and within seconds I found myself climaxing, creating a wet and damp spot on my pants. Joanna, who was smart in removing her's, squirted into the back of the seat in front of us, and the splatter against the leather was quite loud. Even our silenced gasps of ecstasy weren't heard, but that did draw attention from the men and women still having their way with Effie in the back.

While Joanna had her sigh of relief, I could hear the footsteps moving towards our seat, the feeling people were coming over for another show. I nudge at Joanna, her mind starting to fade elsewhere, and I whisper to her, “Go somewhere else, I don't want their attention!”

Joanna lets out a laugh. “Oh, Mockingjay. You're still so innocent it's surprising. You're going to have to grasp that attention eventually.”

“Not here. Not now. Please?”

Joanna let's out a heavy breath, almost annoyed but understanding. I guess it helps me a little that I lead this new 'brigade Coin is investing so much in. In any case Joanna stands up, not bothering to dress herself properly, and turns to the group as they approach. I hear her say in a cheerful tone, "Hey guys! Who wants another Mockingjay to fuck?"

The group takes Joanna, who's more than willing to be the next fuckroy on this trip. As I hear Joanna begging for cock, I turn around to see Effie, collapsed on the ground like a ragdoll tossed in the air and forgotten about. There was a glazed over look in her eyes, her velvet skin covered in semen, her tongue being the only moving part of her body, and that was to lick up the fun stains around her mouth. She was still breathing, but ahe was an incredible meaa. Even her gorgeous hair was all frizzy, as if the sweat had turned it back to its original state.

I turn back around in my seat, but not before catching sight of my mother and Prim. Without making eye contact I can see my mother's eyes, crying as she holds Prim tightly against her, trying her best to block out all the lewdness going on around them.

It's too late though. This is the future of the Capitol, and they can't escape it so long as I play a role in it.

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After we arrived at the Capitol we saw the state the buildings were in following the bombing. Everything was a huge mess, with buildings destroyed and rubble on every street. The whole of the city was abandoned, as empty as an old forgotten amusement park could be. There were no more happy people with vibrant colors for skin or clothing, as they were likely put into a camp of some kind, at least for the time being. I watched from the bus as trains began to arrive, all of them from the Districts unaffected by the war. I could only imagine they themselves had some incentive to come here as well.

There were still some buildings unaffected from the bombing, enough to fit the rebels from the Districts for housing reasons. Most unsurprising to me was President Snow's mansion, which isn't a shock since I'm sure they knew I was making my way out of there just moments beforehand. And I guess if I'm going to live there I should be thankful it's still in one piece.

When we're transported over, my family and I walk inside with whatever belongings we have, as well as Prim's cat Buttercup. Everything was empty, from bedrooms to bookshelves. It was entirely spotless, as if nobody had ever lived her before. On Snow's desk I find a small envelope addressed to me, and upon opening it there was a letter that read "YOU'RE WELCOME. -H".

Haymitch, most likely. I smile just a little at the notion, knowing he cared. My only guess is he had them comb the place over to make sure I didn't find any disturbing surprises while I was here. It doesn't fully make me forgive him for yesterday, but it was a good start.

After being given a few days to settle in and allow the new government regime time to rebuild the Capitol, it was unfortunately time for me to begin my new duties as apart if the Mockingjay restructuring. I say goodbye to my mother and Prim, my sister saying goodbye but not giving me a hug while I'm wearing the new Mockingjay outfit to my new job. Mom just ignores me, continuing her dish washing duties. It was such an odd feeling, being home with my family, and yet none of it feeling like home or being with family. Prim I understand, we had our chat and all, but even then I knew she feels the same emotional distance as I do right now.

While I understood that the Capitol was a huge city, I never realized just how big the distance was from Snow's mansion to the government buildings. I had no vehicle (nor a license) and there was no public transportation I could take around me. I had to walk to the nearest train station in order to get to the building that was once the Hunger Games training facility, and that was in and of itself a long walk, especially in the knee high boots that were apart of the new Mockingjay. Even worse were the stares I would get from all sorts of people, some surprised to see me wearing the pasties and thong with little else to the imagination, while others recognized me properly as the Mockingjay, but whispered about how shameful it was to see me lower myself like I had. And yet when it came to me leading the rebels through a gruesome and violent war, they idolize me.

Life is weird like that I guess.

The downside to this new Mockingjay business is that not only do I have to go to work like this, but I also have to allow anyone to touch me or use me in any way they see fit, and I wasn't allowed to say no. This was annoying, especially when I'm trying to show up on time for my first day on duty. So if anyone wanted to cop a feel on my breasts, ass, or provide me with an anal fucking, I had to stand there and take it. And when I finally arrive on a train to take me to the facilities it turned into a show, with one guy using me for his relief, slamming his hips into my ass after pulling my thong down, while a few people from the bigger Districts would use cameras to record the incident. Suffice to say I wasn't thrilled, and I felt humiliated after I arrived at my stop, ready to sob after the experience. Again, this whole thing was going to take a lot to get used to.

Upon finally arriving at the building, I reported to the room where I first reported as a competitor in the 74th Hunger Games. It was eerie, coming back here and being treated less like a combatant and more like a street hooker learning and teaching other girls how to do the same. Yes, surprisingly, that was my task as the new Mockingjay.

Then I see just how big this brigade was going to be in scope. It wasn't just myself, Effie, or Joanna, but it seemed like they had a large number of recruits, all of them faces I was too familiar with, all of them wearing the same pasties and thong modeled after the Mockingjay armor. And that familiarity made it all the more surprising.

To me the biggest surprise was Annie, herself another Hunger Games survivor. She was married to Finnick, so her inclusion was the most jarring, in spite of the wink I'd receive from him a few days back. Second to her was Madge Undersee, my old friend and the daughter of District 12's former mayor. She was so pretty, and I was so jealous of her looks and attention. Seeing her among the faces made no sense, as she was a politician's daughter. Surely she had better things to do with her life.

There was also Cressida, who had a Mic piece over her ear. As a producer I had no clue why she would be here, but that's a conversation I'll need to save for later. Atala, the former coach that used to assist competitors in these very facilities, and was.much older than myself, was in this group as well. I felt terrible for her; granted she had a hand in all of the Games by being just a trainer, but I still think she deserves better than this.

The twins from my old brigade in the war, Leeg 1 and Leeg 2 as we called them, were seated together. They were holding hands throughout the session, and most interesting to me was that in place of one pasty was a chain with nipple clamps on either side, dangling between the sisters and connecting them together. Very unusual. But as equally unusual was the presence of Commandor Paylor, one of Coin's assistants. She had a very gorgeous body hiding under her usual command attire, but I would swear she deserves better than this.

There were others, such as Bristel, a coal miner from 12 that looks like she'd rather be back in the mines of our District instead of here, Leevy, Lyme, Jackson, and my former designers Fulvia and Octavia. Almost every woman here was worth something in their weight, be it miner, designer, or military throughout the war, and yet here they were, giving up those jobs to come here and show off their bodies. It puzzled me. Were they here voluntarily, or did Coin have something on them to keep them here the same way I was forced into it? Their bodies certainly had the same augmentation I had, some to a differing degree than others, but these were the women of Panem that were going to help make the Capitol thrive again in the filthiest way possible. I might as well accept it for now.

The girls are all sitting in folding chairs, all of them perfectly lined in two rows while a podium sits in front of them. That seems to be where I'm going to stand in order to pep them up for the job, but this doesn't feel right. There's nothing natural about this, and I can't really rally a group without that feeling of raw, pure emotion to lead them. So what was I going to do to lead these new Mockingjays into a world of welcomed debauchery? Could I even believe myself to be a leader to this exotic group?

I see eventually that all eyes are on me, eagerly awaiting for me to get up there and start everything off. I start feeling the cum in my ass dripping out behind me with every step I take, my thong holding it in for the time being. I stare at the podium, trying my best not to make contact with any of the other girls there. Then as I step up to the podium, I look down to see a few pieces of paper with some text on them. I'm guessing this was the briefing that Coin wanted me to give to the brigade, but whether or not they'd believe me and the words I spoke was another question altogether.

I clear my throat, and begun to read off the paper while trying to find the smallest hint of enthusiasm I could throw there way. "Hello, all you wonderful ladies," I said with a smile, and welcome to the first daily meeting of the New Mockingjay Brigade. I'm sure you're all excited for this program moving forward as much as I am, and today will feel like the first day of the rest of your lives."

That didn't seem to move them, but I continue to read the text as it was handed to me. "We are on the forefront of a new era for Panem, one that will reach new horizons following the war between the Districts and the Capitol. And with so many of you already being accomplished war veterans," I pause, looking at the faces of those that were formerly soldiers or played a part in the war, "I'm sure you're ready to once again help Panem in rebuilding the country. Only now, you will embrace the Mockingjay, much like I had done just recently since the war had sparked. But this won't be a Mockingjay looking to rally for war, but rather…for love."

My lips quiver, failing to hide the laughter I had from having to say that line aloud. Even the brigade wasn't buying it, themselves cackling in some form, save for Effie. I get the feeling she was actually buying that line of thinking when she signed up for this role.

I continued, "Yes, it's time for us in Panem to push for a more peaceful environment, where procreation is necessary. Many of the men and women following the war are starving for sex, but most of those soldiers are unwed or, most likely, now widowed following the war. That is where we will be coming in, filling a void that otherwise cannot be filled. But our bodies will be put on display for these soldiers, as well as the viewing public, as each of us will have a sector of the Capitol to oversee. A place where we will trot around like princesses, only we will allow our bodies to be used as the public sees fit, not needing our consent at any time. And hopefully…"

My knees suddenly buckled, my jaw dropping as I felt something vibrating against my crotch. The girls that were watching me give this speech looked at me oddly, wondering why I had paused. If I had to hazard a guess, I think the Mockingjay thong had been repurposed with built in vibrator functions, ones that were out of my control. So whoever had tfhat remote control was likely having a little bit of fun with me, not caring that I was in the middle of giving this speech. But I do my best to trudge on.

"…hopefully we can rebuild Panem together, with…with our bodies encouraging the men to be…to be fruitful. And for…the women, ngh…to be slutty. This way the population post-war can grow, and we can repopulate…repopu-…repooOOOOPulate Panem into more…than JU…just Districts!" The functions of the vibration were strengthening against my clit, bringing myself quickly to the brink of orgasm. I did my best to fight the feeling off, my body twitching in a variety of ways, spreading my legs apart, anything to avoid the discomfort that was being placed against my snatch. I was too busy between the speech and the vibrator to notice or care about the girls watching me, but I'm sure they enjoyed the sight of me jumping around like this.

"Pahaaaanem can have cities…states…s-s-so much more than just Districts! But we as…Mockingjays…have to stick…together…" My eyes tear up as I hold back my eye lids, continuing reading even as the vibrations intensify once more. "Aaand…act…like…a sisterhood…should…"

Sweat was forming on my skin, while trails if juices escaped my thong and started trickling down my legs. I was biting down on my lower lip, looking out at the crowd of this brigade, seeing their reactions. My face grew red, the humiliation setting in as I, an eighteen year old girl, was being forced into orgasm in front of an audience. But I was almost done with the speech, I had to try and beat this out.

"These…next few…DAYS…are going to…be…strenuous…as this weekend…we will be making…our official…debut. We will make our first ever…NATIONALLY…televised appearance…as hosted byyyYYYYY...Caesar…Flick…er…Meeeennnnnhhh…"

My hand immediately reaches inside of my thong, fingers shoved inside and thrusting hard and quickly. I couldn't take it anymore. I needed that release. Within seconds I'm wailing like a banshee, my juices gushing out as I create a puddle underneath me. It lasted a good ten seconds, but I was relieved, and the satisfaction from having that climax was wonderful. Most interesting was this brigade giving me a round of applause, as if they were impressed with that forced performance. I smile through my exasperation, knowing that I had their support, or so I was hoping.

I take a moment to catch my breath, finishing the speech. "So…we will be spending the majority of this week here in the training facility learning how to be proper Mockingjays, understanding our etiquette, and how to be the best Mockingjay that you can be."

The brigade begins to leave their seats, reporting to the designated areas of the training facility. Awaiting them were numerous training dummies modified with realistic looking cocks strapped on to them. The training was solely to teach these women how to take in the male genitalia, devolving themselves into something they never thought they would be. It was clear that some of the girls, like Madge, Annie, Paylor, or even the Leegs, didn't know what they were really doing or were too shy to perform in front of the brigade. Others like Atala, who was comfortable in training these women, or of course Joanna, were more than eager to show off their skills and show just how big of a slut they were.

I simply watched on, doing my best impression of someone who was encouraging these women to act like Coin wanted them to. My eyes glanced around watching Joanna squirt five times before Bristel, whose lean mining body showed in the skimpy outfits we wore, told her to finally give someone else a turn. Atala was very encouraging of Leeg 1 as she tried to stick a five inch shaft down her throat, trading with Leeg 2 while they were attached by the nipple. And Effie was oddly cute the way she acted like a cheerleader, rooting Lyme into taking one cock anally while sitting atop the dummy in an Amazon position.

As the other girls were making attempts to become better sex workers, my attention eventually turns to find Madge over at the bleachers, biting down on her knuckle as she watches shyly from the sidelines. I could see something was wrong, as she wasn't really up for performing in front of so many people. I let Atala continue to train the girls while I sat next to Madge for a talk, only for her to slide away.

"Something wrong?" I ask her.

Madge shakes her head. "I can't look at you, Katniss." she replies. "Not like that, anyway. I'm not even that comfortable looking like this either." Her gaze is definitely long and far, and she keeps her head looking forward instead of turning to me to talk about it, or even acknowledging her outfit.

“Madge, come on, you can tell me if something's wrong.”

“Everything is wrong.” Madge sighed. “I'm not even supposed to be here, you're not supposed to be here. Nobody should be here.”

“I agree with you, Madge.” I reply, looking to place my hand on her shoulder. But the thought of my hand touching her bare skin frightened her, and she flinches away from me. “Just...tell me what's bothering you. Please?”

“I can't. Just...please, Katniss, let me be.” Then Madge buried her head between her legs, sobbing. I knew there was no getting through to her, at least while she was in this state of mind, but someday we were going to have to have this talk. I'm the one in charge, after all, and I need to figure out how to make Madge happy with herself.

The same way I need to make myself happy first.
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