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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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One day away from Coin's big Mockingjay reveal, and I still don't feel confident being the person this new concept was being built around.

I studied from afar all of the other girls, who still learn the proper ways to fuck a dummy, and almost all of them seem to know their way around a hard plastic dick than I do. Sure, some like Madge were still afraid of going anywhere near the dummies and their devices, but others were certainly more willing to become Capitol fuck toys. Effie doesn't surprise me all that much, and I think she was thankful that she had that insane gangbang on the ride over. Joanne does, slightly, but that seems to be more she's willing to be a slut more than anything. I remind you that my first encounter with her involved stripping out of a tree costume.

Then again the Capitol girls aren't really the only ones I should be pointing the finger at. Even people like Coin's assistant or Annie knew their ways around the dong, although Annie's performances always struck me in a way, because she seemed to go down on the shaft in such a filthy manner. It baffled me since she and Finnick were married, and I was left asking myself what kind of kinky stuff they got into. Watching Jackson, however, was beautiful. She was so unfazed by the cock, though I imagine for someone of her height and stature she must have seen and done it all to not be worried about the position she sita at currently.

But then there was Atala. The woman could move better than any of us, shake her ass like a pro, and grind against a cock like it was nobody's business. Everyone stopped what they were doing just to watch this former Hunger Games trainer work her magic, as if she were doing a performance for the cameras (to which I wouldn't be surprised if there actually were any working at the moment). It was magical. She oozed a confidence all of us wished we could have, and yet none of us seemed willing to talk to her about it. Atala seemed to be on another level of existence compared to us. Considering her former status as a trainer, however, I guess that's to be expected. But I realized something; if I was going to lead this brigade of New Mockingjays, I was certainly going to have to have Atala's confidence levels. I was going to have to ask her how to work like she does.

I know, it's rather uncharacteristic of me to embrace this new sextopia Coin is pushing, but I will begrudgingly learn how to be a slut if it means I can still be Katniss Everdeen over fighting Coin and allowing her to bimbofy me into her perverted little fantasy and lose myself forever.

At the end of the training day, the other girls and I hit the showers, cleansing ourselves of the sweat and other secretions our bodies created. There were stalls for each of us, shampoo and soap provided. For reasons I'm not fully positive of, the soap was attached to a rope. I get the feeling someone thought they were being funny, but in a shower full of women I don't think the molestation would work the same way.

Walking from behind the group, I watch Atala take one of the stalls, then move into one of the stalls next to her's. I fiddle about with the valve for the shower, acting like it isn't working in the slightest. Faking frustration, I move into Atala's stall, knocking on the side of it to get her attention. “My shower's not working.” I told her, my hands instinctively covering myself up. “Could I share yours?”

She just stared at me, an eyebrow raised. I don't think she was buying it in the slightest, but I haven't been a great liar for most of my time appealing to people. “You need the shower that badly? Can't wait for a bit, Mockingjay?

“When you're trying to avoid the public and not get raped on the way home?”

“Good luck avoiding that after tomorrow night.” Atala cackles, letting her shower water drench her body. “But fine, you need it that badly step inside the office.”

I did so, removing my pasties and thong from my body and leaving them near her's. She steps to the side, allowing me under the shower head and soaking my body up in the water as it rains down on me. It felt good, rinsing the sweat off my body, even though I likely didn't do the same level of work that Atala just had. As I use the soap to lather my body, I catch glimpses of Atala, staring at her tall and athletic body. She was two inches taller than me, but she was definitely more prepared for a hard day's work, whether it was training children to murder or taking a good dick inside her. The physique certainly added to her sexual appeal. Her abs were incredible, a six pack harder than anything I had seen from the boys back in District 12. Not even Finnick could compare to something like that. And her dark brown skin, shining from the downpour of water, was glistening in the overhead lighting.

But my gaze was obvious, and Atala eventually looked up at me. I gasped, whipping my head away from her and staring down at the ground, pretending to continue to wash myself. There's a laugh coming from her, and I feel her hands, covered in shampoo, rubbing into my shoulder blades. “Silly little Mockingjay...” she whispers. “Your shower isn't broken, is it?”

“N-Not at all...” I reply, exhaling. Her touch is wonderful, rubbing into my skin.

“You just wanted a taste of what I have to offer.”

I shook my head, refusing to look back at her. “Not, not really a taste. I guess I want the whole cake.” She laughs again, and I'm prompted to turn and face her. “Atala,” I whisper, “I want you to teach me how to be like you.”

And as I expected, she laughs. “You think I can teach you all that in less than a day?! Child, that could take longer, maybe twice longer with your lack of sexuality.”

“I know, but if they want me to lead the Mockingjays, I need to have something.”

“Does surprise me they're building this new initiative around you.” Atala says, running her finger in a circle around my nipple. “Don't take this the wrong way, but you're good at combat. You've got drive under the right circumstances. You're passionate. But sexual appeal? Aside from these implants,” she pauses to flick my nipple, which I flinch at, “I can't see you having much to offer.”

“Then help me. Please.”

Again she pauses, but more to study my figure than anything. When she looks me in the eyes again, she says, “Get on your knees and say it again.”

Without hesitation, I do so, looking up at her from my kneeling spot in the stall. “Please, help me learn to be sexu-”

Unable to finish my sentence, Atala pushes my face into her crotch, my nose rubbing into her shaved pussy. I try to pull back, but hear her as she watches me struggle, “First thing's first, if you want to work to my level, you have to start at the bottom and work to the top. And the bottom is my pussy.”

My struggle stops, and I realize what Atala tells me. Cressida had played with my pussy before, but I honestly had never delivered it to any woman, that one instant being my only real experience aside from the mutual masturbation with Joanna. So I did what she was looking for me to do, and stuck my tongue out. Slowly it reached out for her vaginal lips, pressing into them as the water trickled down her body. It helped to slick my tongue up, flicking it against her lips as I hear a sigh come from above me. “Faster than that.” she says in a commanding tone. “Guess it doesn't surprise me the Mockingjay hasn't tried to eat pussy before.”

“And you have?” I ask, a bit offended.

“You're joking. I live in the Capitol, child. You see the type of people that are allowed to live freely. It might be an amusement park to you, sure, but freedom of expression was huge. Now get back to that pussy. And work for that juice.”

Nodding, my face returns to Atala's groin, my tongue reaching out for her lips. It flicks wildly against her, and the grip she has on my hair tells me that she likes the sensation it brings to her body. There's a taste that eventually comes from them mixed in with the water, salty yet tasty. I'm guessing that's what female juices taste like, and it's much better than the taste of semen I can still recall when Haymitch came on bimbofied me. There was something addictive about it, leaving me craving more from the former trainer. My hands latch onto her ass cheeks, and without her force I bury my face into her crotch. My mouth attaches itself to her pussy, and I suck the juices as they trickle out of her, my tongue burying itself within her. And the noises she makes as a result are anything but quiet.

There was no way the other girls didn't hear the moans from Atala, as they were quite loud, with little holding back on her part. I don't know if it was sincere or she was playing it up to make a fool of me, but she sounded like she enjoyed it to a degree. Her hips bucked into my face, her fist full of my hair pushing me against her even more than I had already done. She grinds into me, my tongue flicking about inside her pussy cave. I hear her seething, her leg lifting up as she rests her foot on my shoulder, giving me a little extra leeway with entry inside her snatch.

“Fuck, Mockingjay...” she says, forgetting a whisper. “Are you sure you've never had pussy in your life?”

I look up, shaking my head at her while I continue dining on her cunt, my mouth becoming more familiar with the taste of vagina. She seemed relieved with the way I was moving my tongue about inside her, my hands giving her backside a massage in the meantime. Despite her athletic build, Atla's backside was firm, but shapely. She certainly knew how to keep her butt healthy while maintaining her build. I almost wish I had something like her, but if Snow was anything to go by, I might already have some cushion down there.

Atala's crotch started to buck against me once more, and I think she was ready to cum. No words were said by her, just noises. And I eventually feel another torrential downpour, somewhat more distinguishable from the shower water that was raining down. She was squirting, and I pull my tongue out while keeping my mouth open, swallowing her juices as they came down on me. I was definitely going to need another shower after this, but I was okay with that. She sounded happy with the effort I put in, and showed me her affection by pulling me back to my feet and bringing me in for a long passionate kiss.

“Thanks...” I said, taken by surprise.

“No...thank YOU.” Atala said with a smile before giving another kiss. “Mockingjay, you're good. Surprisingly good. You've got the talent, but you just need the courage.”

Courage. That word stuck with me. I've had courage before, but this? This was different.

Then I started to hear moans come from other stalls. I think it's quite clear that Atala and I just created a chain reaction with what we just did. The girls were likely either masturbating to her dominance of me or they were equally getting to know one another on another level. We laughed over it, because there really wasn't much else for us to do but appreciate the girls getting together in some fashion.

##

After everyone had left the training center, Atala had approached me again. "Hey, you don't mind if I come to your place for the night, do you?" she asks, biting her lower lip.

"I can't, sorry." I replied. "I live with my mom and sister, and that place right now is sort of a haven to all of this."

"Maybe you can spend the night at my place, then."

I let out a sigh. "Atala, thank you for the offer, but I can't leave them alone for more than a few hours. But I appreciate the offer."

After we went our separate ways, I had a smile, trying to hide my flushed cheeks. I had just made the former trainer wanting me to eat her pussy out, she enjoyed it that much. I guess I'm more talented than I give myself credit for.

The train ride home was a little different compared to past days. For one, it wasnt quite so crowded, people likely out on a Friday night to discover the new ways you could get drunk in the new Capitol. But among the small handful of people I notice that the Leegs were traveling on the same cart as me. I don't know why they took this train today compared to all week, but I couldn't take my eyes off of them. Not for their beauty, but because they perplexed me in a way I couldn't describe. For starters, they were publicly holding hands, and they were still attached by one single nipple clamp chain. The two never showed this kind of display in our squadron, and it continued to perplex me why they did this. As I continued to gaze at them, the twins seemingly unaware I was even around, their hands separate, instead grabbing onto the other Leeg's bare ads cheek, giving their twin a good plump squeeze.

I cocked my head to the side, arms folded as I watch on. There's no reason for these two to act out without prompt, even if we're forced to walk around in these skimpy outfits. Especially around so many people. Sure, I was dressed as well, but I usually let someone make the first move. The twins were playing with one another, their hands moving from the cheeks to between their legs, fingers rubbing away at their pussies. They begin to moan, starting off quiet and soft, and over a matter of a minute growing loud enough that it caught the attention of everyone riding inside. I look about, embarrassed, though why I'm not sure. This was supposed to be normal for our group, wasn't it? The things I need to adjust to...

In a flash, Leeg 1 turns to Leeg 2, pushing her into a pole used for standing, and presses their lips together, Leeg 2's leg wrapping around her sister. This caught me completely off guard. For the short period I knew the two, they never really expressed interest in the other quite like this. Family is close, sure, I'm quite close with Prim, but this? This was a whole other level of family affection I had never seen before. I don't know if it was the freedom this new initiative gave them or what, but I don't even know if this was legal under Coin.

Then the dicks started coming out. The more affection the Leegs showed in one another, the more aroused their audience was. I squeeze my legs together, trying to avoid the urge to touch myself. I was in command of them, after all, and I needed to either set an example or take initiative. I decide on the latter, and leave my seat to approach them for a discussion I didn't think I would need to have.

“At ease, Leegs.” I say to them, a stern tone in my voice. This gets their attention, as the twins' lips separate once they realize I'm standing next to them. Suffice to say they're surprised to see me there.

“C-Captain Everdeen!” Leeg 1 says, standing at attention. “Hi, we didn't know you took this train!”

Leeg 2 nodded. “Yeah, we were totes just taking a shortcut home, no worries!”

...You know, in my whole time around them I never actually heard what either of the Leegs sounded like. I think they barely ever spoke up over anything. And now here I am, seeing why exactly that is. “And the both of you are putting on a show in the meantime, I see.” I nudge at the men around them, who are still jerking themselves off despite my interrupting the twins' good times. “I get that tomorrow night is the big reveal, I know we've been walking around like this all week, but I'm asking you two right now to wait until after tomorrow is over to get rolling. But keep this to yourselves as well. Please.” It felt a bit tact on, but I'd rather these recruits not immediately despise me.

“This? What, Leeg and I showing our affection?” Leeg 1 asks.

“That's SO offensive!” Leeg 2 shouted out as she grabbed Leeg 2's hand into her own. “You know, it's not like we're gay for each other or anything!”

After a confusing pause, I ask them, “Then why does it seem like you are?” Again my eyes look right at their hands, holding onto one another, then at the nipple clamps that keep them together.

“Maybe because you think we're like that!” says Leeg 2, the twins letting go of one another. “For shame, captain, for shame!”

I sigh, holding my head in my hands briefly before I address them again. “Just do me a favor, and try to hold onto that sexual energy, for one more day. The reveal is tomorrow night, and I need everyone to be laser focused on looking and feeling their best. Is that clear?”

“Yes, captain Everdeen...” they replied simultaneously, disappointment in their tone. I know they weren't happy, but at least I'm showing some form of leadership, even if it did sort of dilute the expression of sexual freedom. It didn't take much longer for the Leegs to arrive at their stop, and I sat by myself once more, eyes on me as a few men still had their cocks out. That was definitely not the part of all this that I looked forward to when we officially begin...

When I came home, I found the mansion mostly quiet. Mom had gone off to bed, while Prim was in the dining hall working on a puzzle. I could only guess either she bought it or it was something she found leftover from Snow's tenure. We talked about our days, Prim going first on how she tried to clean the whole place up herself while mom worked on meals and cleaning dishes. I reminded her this was a big place, bigger than the one that I lived in following the Hunger Games victory. I never wanted to hire any maids to tend to the place though; even for me, for this, that seemed too lavish a living.

Then I told Prim about my day, and to my surprise she seemed very interested. Not interested in the things I did or wanting to do them, of course, but just…interested. She cared about my day, laughed at some of the stuff I mention, even showing disgust in the Leegs being too close. It showed she really did care about what I did, regardless of the labels that were about to be attached to me. And I appreciated that about her.

I just hope I don't end up ruining this, because honestly she's the only person I feel I have left in my life that treats me like a person and not a sex object. And I really need to cling to that last bit of normalcy in my life…

##

Finally the day arrived where the Mockingjays' new role in Panem's society would be revealed. And yet despite all the training, the hours of wearing this skimpy outfit, the days walking from my new home to the training center, all this time to adjust, and I was still more nervous about what I was going to do than the first time I went out on that stage to introduce myself to the viewers of the 74th Hunger Games. Likely because this would change my life in ways I had never imagined before.

I was in a dressing room backstage while Effie and Octavia were adjusting my hair and makeup, assuring I looked my best when the festivities began. Though when I say festivities I simply mean I'm being interviewed by Caesar Flickerman, followed by a dinner that would allow the richest of Panem to get a first glimpse at what myself and the other girls are capable of. Somehow this felt like a Snow thing to do, but after that we begin resting for our first official day walking the streets of Panem, getting fucked by the public.

"Try not to worry, Katniss," Effie assures me, "you've done this many a time before, big speeches are normal for you by this point."

"Not when I'm the one in my underwear, Effie." I respond, my hands gripping into the arm rests as my body tenses up. "This is different from those other times. My life isn't on the line, and we aren't trying to stage a cancellation of some kind." Not that I couldn't do that, but Coin holds that stupid remote that could change me entitely, and I'd rather not see that side of me ever again.

"Nonsense!" Effie scoffs. "If anyone can get Panem behind this new initiative, it's you. And I think you'll enjoy it as much as I have so far." It gets a laugh out of me, at least. I get the feeling that Effie would shrug off a walk of shame if she ever experienced it. I'd almost swear she has, too.

Atala and Joanna walk into the room, passing by a security guard that have them clearance. Cressida followed behind them, wiping her mouth off and licking her palm. "You would think we would have access to meeting our star performer since we're on the same team, wouldn't you, girls?" Joanne sighs.

"Actually, I could have let you in at any time." The guard winks before shutting the door, much to Cressida's aggravation.

"Nice to see you guys here." I said to them, trying to fake a smile.

"We heard you were having yourself some jitters." Atala said, exchanging grins between herself, Cressida, and Joanna. "We thought we'd try to calm you down, and return a few favors."

I didn't even have to ask. I knew exactly what they were going on about, and I wasn't about to refuse it either. Whatever they could do to calm me down, make me forget I was about to expose myself to the larger public across Panem, I would gladly accept it. And these girls were certainly embracing the roles they were given. I just wish I could accept this reality as quickly as they have.

Cressida is first to approach me, standing to the side of me and leaning down for a kiss. I moan into her mouth, ignoring the looks Effie and Octavia were likely sharing about my makeup getting messed up. Atala and Joanna move to between my legs, kneeling before me and moving my thong off to the side. Their fingers slide so easily inside of me, and I bite my lip as I watch them kiss into one another. It was nice, having the girls pamper me in a way I hadn't expected. Normally I'm not one for so much attention, but this? This was heaven…

Peeling her thong off and letting it drop to the ground, Cressida steps onto the chair, a knee resting on the arm rest while her crotch meets my face, and I instinctively lap my tongue against her snatch. The producer lets out a moan before saying, "Fuck, Atala, you were right, I should have let her eat me out sooner."

Atala just laughs, her head soon turning to meet my cunt as well. Joanna pressed her lips into my inner thigh, and the two would exchange positions every few seconds, then turn to the other and share my juices. My hands gripped onto Cressdia's ass, bringing her in to meet more of my tongue as I attempt to slide it inside of her pussy. I hear a grunt come from her mouth, juices dripping down towards my face. I can imagine Effie was getting quiet upset, messing the makeup about more and more as my chin would be covered in pussy grool, but I hear a muffled shock coming from her. I'm guessing Octavia didn't want to feel left out in all the action, and as I open my eyes I see exactly that; Octavia holding Effie tightly while their lips were locked, Effie being pushed towards the sofa inside the dressing room.

After that I don't see what they're up to, as I'm too fixated on filling my mouth with the taste of Cressida's pussy, the producer letting out heavy breaths that indicate she's pleased with my pace. Atala and Joanna were flicking their tongues at my own snatch, their tongues moving so fast that I thought they were making out with each other at the same time. My clit was swollen by this point, and I was ready to burst on top of that. I wailed as my fingers rubbed frantically onto my clitoris, my juices splashing all over Atala and Joanna. It wasn't long after that Cressida started to gush, her own cum squirting down on my face. I hear Effie yelp, but couldn't tell if that was from Octavia or watching the juices drench my makeup and hair in the producer's fluids. Either way, I had to admit that I was feeling especially relaxed from such pampering.

As I find Cressida, Atala, and Joanna coming in contact with my lips, sharing fluids with me as they kiss portions of my face passionately, the door opens up with Madge walking in, nearly tearing up. The makeout session with the other Mockingjays comes to an abrupt end as I spot her, wondering what was wrong.

"Can I talk to you, Katniss?" she asks with a sniffle. "Privately?"

The other Mockingjays take the hint, leaving the room while Octavia pulls Effie by the arm to help her leave. With just myself and Madge, we sit on the sofa after I grab a towel to clean off my face and pussy. I had to wonder if this was about what I wanted it to be; ever since I asked Madge what she was doing in the New Mockingjays, she had been avoiding me like the plague, leaving me in suspense over what this could possibly be about. And after taking a deep breath, she finally tells me, "The reason I'm here is because my dad was blackmailed."

"Blackmailed?" I repeat, surprised by such an admittance.

Madge nods. "My dad was secretly helping the Capitol during the war. I don't know how, we weren't even that rich back in District 12, but Coin caught wind of it. And this was his bargaining chip out of being imprisoned for treason."

I sigh, not at all happy to hear that. "Your dad is pretty spineless if he's having you do the dirty work, then. But why tell me? I'm in no better a position than you are, Madge."

"I guess I was hoping for some sort of support." she replies, looking down at the ground. "I want an out to this."

"I'd love to get out of this too," I reply, wrapping my arm around Madge until she scoots away from me, likely still frightened to feel any sort of touch right now, "but I don't have it so lucky either. Coin has a remote on my ass, and if I refuse to cooperate, it's a whole new Katniss Everdeen."

"You too?"

For some reason I'm not at all surprised that was her reaction. I guess Coin must have dirt of all kind on each of us. Why else would war generals or producers become part of a new system meant to legalize public indecency or prostitution. All I can do is sigh and say with a smile, "We can make it through this, I promise." I think she believed me, because the next thing I know she clings onto me, sobbing. Her tears fall onto my shoulder, and I slowly return the hug, patting my hand onto her back.

After Madge leaves, Effie and Octavia come back in, once more attempting to doll me up for the masses. I look at the girl in the mirror, wearing barely anything that didn't cover up her private areas, her boobs fake and enlarged, and the forced Vaseline smile as she stares back. I know that's supposed to be me, but I've never felt any attachment to the woman I was forced to become.

Then it was time for me to get in position. The other Mockingjays make their way onto a setup behind the curtain, while I'm off to the right side of the stage, walking as Caesar Flickerman makes his way across the stage, wearing a prison outfit with his wrists and knees chained up. I guess it does make some sense; the man was quite heavy in helping to push the Capitol agenda, and he was the voice of it for so long, he might as well be in the same boat as the soldiers that fought for Snow in the war. But it was so weird to see this man, who had always looked so glitzy that some called him the second coming of Liberace, look so withered away compared to when I last was interviewed. His skin was pale and worn down, bags under his eyes, his hair a gray shaggy mess…it really was incredible how much work the Capitol can put into you.

Caesar still tries though, I'll give him that. He likely had a sniper bullet aimed for his head, but there he was attempting some self-deprecating humor at his own expense. He wasn't completely comfortable, but what else could he do?

After his monologue, he prepares to introduce me. With a big breath, I let out any remaining butterflies in my stomach, and mutter to myself, "It's showtime."

"And now," Flickerman begins, "the moment you've all been waiting for. Over the past four years you've watched her grow up from a little nobody in District 12 to a Hunger Games Victor, and from there a voice of the rebellion! But tonight, you are about to see a new side of the Mockingjay! Without further adieu, give a warm welcome to the New Mockingjay, Katniss! EVERDEEN!"

As the fanfare plays and the crowd stands for applause, I take that as my cue to come out walking in the knee high stilettos that have become part of the uniform. Even as the music plays the cheering dies down, as if most of the audience is still surprised to see this form of myself. Some of us have walked around the Capitol like this, but it's clear how big the city is that so many were still in shock by the appearance I was making on this stage. Even Caesar was quite shocked, though since he's met me twice before I couldn't exactly blame him. I do give the host a hug, pulling him in against my near naked body, knowing he wasn't able to really reciprocate nor touch me.

After I took a seat away from Caesar, my smile still as big and phony as the first time I ever did so, he says to me, “My Katniss, you've certainly grown up! Why I remember the days when you used to be the Girl On Fire. And now, I can only imagine you're going to be known by the Crotch on Fire?” He laughs. The audience laughs. I fake a laugh. Moving on.

“That might just be the case,” I respond, “it all depends on how much attention I get in one day. But we'll be going over that eventually.”

“And I have to say, it's incredible to see you undergo such a tremendous change since your appearance in the 74th Hunger Games. From being star crossed lovers with Peeta Mallark to being the rebellion's toadi-” I was as Caesar gets zapped, likely something implemented to keep him in line. “Sorry. The rebellion's symbol of hope and peace to...what is it you are now?”

I take a deep breath, my legs crossed as I go over the fake backstory that the other girls helped me come up with to avoid spilling the truth and Coin forcing my mind to go bimbo once more. “What happened was, Caesar, I had used my body to get to Snow after he had threatened to bomb our base. I seduced him, and he seemed quite infatuated with me. Then I used the nightlock capsules meant for suicide missions, and forced him to take it. And within seconds, President Snow was no more.”

And now to lie through my Vaseline covered teeth. "And as I started to wonder what I could do for Panem, this country I love so much, in the aftermath of this war, I realized just how much I loved being subservient to Snow, how much I enjoyed being his little sexual plaything. I almost didn't want that time to end, but we had a war to deal with after all." I try to laugh, although if I weren't forced to take this smile they'd likely see the disgust from recalling those few minutes with my mortal enemy. "It was then I decided, perhaps I should be tossing my bow and arrows to the side, and not make war with the rest of Panem, but to unite them in an effort of peace and love." I was so close to gagging on my own words. I felt like I was reciting a Ms. Panem pageant speech.

I continue, "And other girls, they were impressed with my skill, they heard what I had done and said, 'Katniss, we want to help you spread your message of love to all of Panem. We want to be just like you!'" Knowing what I do about Madge, that was far from the truth. "So I got together with our new President Coin, and I told her that Panem is just too big for me alone to spread that message of love. And here we are, ready to roll out the new wave of love and passion into the Capitol!”

As I continue to speak, I notice that Caesar has a very obvious erection growing from his loose prison outfit. It was surprisingly distracting, and I can hear some chatter from the audience that indicated I wasn't the only one that saw it. I'm not sure what was going through my mind, but I decided to have a little fun with it, try and adapt into this new alluring personality that was expected of the new Mockingjay. I stand up, strutting over to Flickerman, and sit atop his lap like he's some exotic Santa Claus. “And I have to say, Mr. Flickerman, I'm feeling massive amounts of love right now.”

With my body presented towards the cameras and the audience, I grind my crotch against Caesar's erection, hearing his moaning from behind me. My eyes are shut, as I try to imagine anything sexier than helping the host reach his climax. There were some audible shocks heard, but those quickly died down. Either they weren't as easily offended as I thought they would be, or they were quick to realize what my new role in the Capitol was going to be. Which I have to admit, is incredible that so many people are so willing to accept what was going on in front of them.

My thong rubs across his growing member, and I fake a moan as my hands rest on the chair. I would swear that his gaze is on my behind, watching the cheeks shake between the back floss. I continue to grind from side to side across his lap, looking back on occasion to see his surprised expression. His hands are quivering, tempted to grab at my rear end as I continue to tease the poor prisoner. I forget that I was supposed to actually talk about the new brigade, and continue. “So there will be a new Mockingjay coming out of the ashes of this war, one that's much more caring...mh, alluring...desirable to the masses. And all of you across Panem will be able to enjoy them only at the Capitol. We promise to take care of you, and...welcome you...”

I shook as I felt a vibration coming from my thong, someone likely activating it again for their own amusement. But as I realize that I'm still rubbing against Caesar's cock, I realize it's just an additional layer of teasing Flickerman while he can't do much else. So I make the best of it, grunting as I push my hips into his boner, and hear the loud moans from behind me. I glance back at Caesar's face, watching his jaw agape ans he loses his composure. “And in just a matter of hours, Panem will be allowed to...experience the, oh fuck...the joy that will be spread when the Mockingjays...show their...love and affection...HNNNNGH!”

I lose my composure as well, my pussy still sensitive from the act of cunnilingus Atala and Joanna performed on me not too long ago. I stand over Caesar, rubbing at the thong as I push it into my clit, and spray my juices out onto the stage floor. It feels like it takes forever, but the crowd is still quite astonished with the waterworks I provide, as if they were in awe of my performance the same way they were of Cinna's flames. They applaud the same way, and they cheer me the same way. It just feels so bizarre to have deja vu like this for something so perverted...

Caesar's hands finally grab my ass, and the instant he does he lets go, forced back to his seat by whatever it is that's shocking him. Readjusting my thong, I walk to the center of the stage, pussy dripping juices even with the thong covering it up. “And now,” I begin, fanning myself off, “without further interruption, I introduce to Panem...the New Mockingjay brigade!”

The curtain opened, pulling back to reveal the other girls that I was with. Applauding at first, only trailed by more shocks and gasps, as if most of the women posing seductively for them, wearing nothing but thongs and pasties with the Mockingjay on them, were a surprise to all of them. And it was a surprise to me we were even at this point.

It was official. The Mockingjay I once was is dead, and in her ashes stood something a bit more twisted and lewd. And there was little I could do to change that course.
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