The Humper Games

Before I know it, the plane lands and the guards guide us all to the tubes that will lift us up into the arena. We all rise slowly onto our designated platforms. The cornucopia is in the center of the platforms and Beeta is a few spots away from me. I can see him shaking his head as I consider going to get myself a weapon or a dildo or something. A digital clock on top of the cornucopia starts counting down to the point when we can all safely step off the platform.

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My heart starts pounding with anxiety.

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My pussy starts to throb from the injection I got.

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A buzzer goes off and I stand still for a moment as I watch the bacchanalian orgy start to unfold before me. Beeta jumps right into the mix and I curse him and myself for hesitating. Soon, I see my chance to grab a backpack with some provisions so I run for it, jumping over and around the bodies of the other tributes as they either fuck or lay dying.

I grab the backpack and one of the other girls tries to get me with a nipple clamp. I hold up the backpack and the edge of the clamp gets caught in one of the pockets of the sack. I quickly run into the woods and away from everyone else.

 

- 9 -

I find myself a reasonably secluded place near a flowing stream and decide that this is as good a place to hide out as any, at least for now. The drug we received on the plane is pretty constant flowing through my veins and it's undoubtedly making me want to find a way of satisfying my girlish needs, but I know that fingering myself is a death sentence so I grab a few bitter but not poisonous leaves and cover my tits in hopes of counteracting the control that the Capitol wields over me and my fellow surviving tributes.

That's when the cannons start. I glance up at the image of the sky over the dome we're enclosed in, and they project the images of the fallen tributes. One cannon for each person who's out. I count out the number of booms, and fourteen of my opponents are gone. Just like that. At least they died happy. After the cannons stop, I exhale deeply, thankful that Beeta is still out there, somewhere.

From here on in, it's not a given that we'll die from an orgasm and I begin to wonder if it's even worth it still to be alive. Riches and big tits will certainly be helpful, but still. I start looking through my pack and see that I can pretty easily capture an animal with the rope, so I tie it into a slipknot and grab some leaves to see if I can attract something. Soon, a rat comes running out and I capture it quickly. I start a small fire to cook it, but I'm very mindful of the fact that I can't let the fire burn for too long unless I draw attention to my location. So I cook the rat for about two minutes and quickly splash some water from the stream over the fire to put it out.

The rat tastes good, but I'm starting to feel hornier. I wonder if maybe there's something in the genetically modified bodies of animals and maybe even the plants we might find to eat, that might make us vulnerable. I nearly start to finger myself but instead, I decide to dunk my head into the stream and the need slowly subsides. It's time to move on anyway; I hear voices in the distance. Surely a few of the tributes are joining forces to try and take me out.

 

- 10 -

I'm slowly moving along with the stream when I'm seen by a group of six other tributes. I gasp when I see that Beeta is with them, and they're asking him how best to find me. I run and find a good tall tree to climb. I hustle my way up it as one of the tributes tries to follow me. I'd seen him before and he's one of those professional tributes. I think he's from District 1, but I didn't catch his name before. The other tributes are calling him Lay-to. I hustle higher up the tree as he starts coming after me. He's a good looking guy and reasonably well-endowed. If he reaches me, I know I wouldn't be able to resist him.

He grabs onto a branch, which breaks at his weight and he goes plummeting to the ground. I can't help but laugh.

One of the girls grabs her bow and starts shooting dildos up at me, but they all go sailing by me and I just let them fly past. They certainly do look tempting but I bite my lip and resist the urge of trying to grab one.

Beeta tells them to hang on and stop trying so hard, pointing out, accurately, that I'm going to have to come down eventually, so why not just wait me out?

The others listen to him and decide to camp out at the base of the tree. Great, so now I'm trapped. I feel a wave of exhaustion coming over me so I tie myself into a sturdy enough branch and take the time to figure out how best to escape them. I overhear Lay-to and a couple of others talking about taking out Beeta soon enough, so now I've got to find a way to tell him that they're planning on betraying him.

I doze off briefly and when I wake up, I look around and see Whoo from District 11 high up in another tree, giggling that no one knows where she is.

I smile at Whoo, who points to a branch a few feet above me. I gasp when I see it and look back over to Whoo, who makes a sawing motion with her hands. Hanging from that branch is a hive of jackerfuckers, which are genetically engineered wasps whose venom contains a boatload of testosterone and some hallucinogenic drugs. If I can get it to fall on Lay-to and his cronies, then maybe at the very least I can get them to disperse, if not take a few of them out.

I start to rummage through my backpack and I realize that there's a pretty sharp edge on the nipple clamps. I test them out on a small branch and it cuts reasonably cleanly. So I climb up to the branch with the jackerfuckers and I start sawing, hoping that I'm not going to get stung.

About halfway through the branch, I get stung. I smack my arm and bite my lip to will myself to keep sawing at the branch, but I know I've got to move quickly because once one gets me, I'm bound to get stung again.

And I was right. I'm starting to feel dizzy and horny and I know that I could lose the game right here and right now. But the branch starts to creak and it falls to the crowd of tributes below. I cling to the tree trying to will myself not to finger myself until after the jackerfuckers either die out or spread out. Looks like they got one guy and one girl suddenly she jumps on him and starts fucking him insanely. Her moans and howls echo throughout the woods. Lay-to, Beeta, and the others ran off in different directions and I didn't see where they went.

I lose my grip on the tree and fall to the ground. The girl had the bow and quiver of arrows, dildos, and other stuff, which she'd left on the ground so she could fuck this guy. I pick that stuff up and watch them for a moment. She's playing with her tits and moaning so loudly, you know she's about to cum.

When she announces, "I'm cumming!" I chuckle to myself. She yelps loudly and collapses on top of the guy who apparently doesn't care that he's fucking a dead girl. He grunts and groans before he has his own release. His head falls back, too. Then we all hear the two cannons fire. I run off and see Beeta who looks amazingly hot as I reach for his cock.

He pushes me away and asks me what I'm doing. I need to get out of there and find safety, or something. That's not what I need. I need his man-meat, not safety. He dodges me and runs away; I lose sight of him and consider playing a little with my tits when I pass out.

 

- 11 -

When I wake up, I find myself buried in a mud bath, the mud covering my tits and my pussy. The mud seems to be enough to keep my needs in check. I look around and I see Whoo. I sit up slightly and she smiles at me. "Good morning. It's good to see you up and about. You were out for a couple days there..."

"Anything happen while I was out?"

She tells me that a few of the people were out of the games. It's down to eight of us left. Flesh, the boy from her district, is hiding. I ask her about Beeta, and she chuckles. "Yeah, he's still alive, too. He realized that Lay-to was just waiting for the right time to get rid of him."

I'm relieved. She and I exchange some small talk and we agree to see about aligning with each other, keeping each other's backs. So we set out to get some food and agree that we can use the fuckingjays to communicate when we're separated. Basically if we whistle a short tune, the fuckingjays will repeat that whistle. Her district is the one where they do a lot of the logging so she knew that about communicating secretly with others from high in the trees. It works for me.

So we go around looking for food and strategizing against the others. As we're looking for food, I see the guy from District 2 coming straight towards us. He's got a spear with a dildo on the end, and that dildo apparently has a French tickler attached to it. I see him raise his arm to throw it and I instinctively dive out of the way. Seeing his exposed cock, I jump for it and begin sucking it hard. He's so caught off-guard by my move, that he cums in no time in my mouth, and collapses to the ground. The cannon reveals that I, no pun intended, pulled it off.

I wheel around and see Whoo. His spear missed me and caught her right in the twat, and she's flailing around on her back, the dildo protruding from her pussy. I leap back towards her to pull the spear out and she orgasms just as I put my hands on the wooden staff. She sees me and whispers, "You have to win."

I cry as her eyes roll back in her head. Soon, there's a cannon indicating that Whoo is out of the games.

Fuck! I hate this game. Fuck President Blow. Fuck Darkview. Fuck Sonofabitch Crane. Fuck this whole process! I wish I could bury her and give her a fitting funeral, but the helicopters will be here soon to take away her body.

That's when I hear a voice echoing through the speakers around the arena: "Attention tributes! The regulations requiring a single victor have been suspended. From now on, two victors may be crowned if both originate from the same District. This will be the only announcement."

 

- 12 -

So I'm on my own again and I go off to find food and just see what I can do to wait out the end of these games.

When I step on what appears to be just the edge of a mud puddle, it shifts under me and I nearly fall down. That's when I realize that it's Beeta, who had done an amazing job hiding by covering his skin so that it looks exactly like the ground surrounding him. I guess being the son of a baker, and knowing how to decorate a cake, has its benefits. He's very obviously wounded so I wonder what how best to help him out.

I'm overjoyed to see he's alive and, knowing we're being watched, I kiss him passionately. Play up what he said to Seizeher back at the interview before the games started. I help him move a little bit into a small cave where he can enjoy better protection than just painting his skin to look like mud.

Once he's settled, I go out and catch a small animal, cooking it into a soup for myself and Beeta in hopes of helping him regain his strength. He eats it slowly but I can tell that he needs something more than what I can offer. I consider pulling his cock out and sucking on it when a voice comes echoing through and across the arena.

"Attention tributes! There will be a feast at sunrise at the cornucopia. This will be no ordinary occasion. Each of you needs something desperately, and we plan to be generous hosts."

Beeta looks at me and tells me that I can't go. They'll be waiting for me there and they'll try to take me out as soon as I show my face there. I nod my agreement and tell him not to worry. I won't go.

He falls asleep with a low groan and a grunt and I can see that it's hurting him even to breathe. So I step out and decide to break my promise. He needs whatever's down by the cornucopia so I'll try to get it for him. And I'm a big girl and can take care of myself.

So I move under the cover of the trees until I'm close enough to the cornucopia to see what's there. There's a table with four packs on it, each labeled with a number representing the districts with surviving tributes. Fucksface comes out and immediately takes her pack before running off.

I look around and decide to run to get the pack with a 12 on it. I get it and get into a scuffle with the girl from District 2. After we roll around for a little bit, she has me pinned and I can't move. She taunts me, asking where my loverboy is. And then she talks about Whoo and speaks with a heartless glee about how she helped to kill her. "And now I'm going to kill you."

At that moment, I suddenly feel her weight lifted off of me. I'm confused by this until I see Flesh lifting that girl high into the air, asking her if she killed Whoo. She tries to deny it but he heard what she said as she was taunting me. With a smooth move, his hand comes down over her crotch and he fingers her with his fat muscular fingers. In an instant, she cums and he drops her lifeless body to the ground.

Flesh looks like he's filled with rage as he looks at her and says, "That's for Whoo." He turns to face me and says, "Just this once, twelve!"

I bring the medicine back to Beeta, who wakes up angry that I went off to get it. But when I rub the ointment on his wounds, it clears up quickly and miraculously. Damn, that Darkview medicine is something else. He and I review what we know about who's left: there's Lay-to, Fucksface, Flesh, me, and Beeta. And if we can have any say in the matter, it'll be me and Beeta at the end.

 

- 13 -

We go off looking for food and get separated briefly. In that short time, I hear another cannon and panic that it might've been Beeta, especially when I see some berries lying on the ground that I know have been designed to give you an uncontrollable orgasm within moments after you eat it. I call out Beeta's name and nearly run into him. I see the berries in his hand and knock them to the ground, telling him what they would do if he ate them.

We turn around and see Fucksface lying on the ground with a couple of berries still in her lifeless hand. I smile and look at Beeta. "Maybe we should take a few of these, just in case Lay-to doesn't know what they are either..."

We start walking towards a new spot where we can be safe. You can tell that Sonofabitch and the other game masters want it to end, because the sun rises and sets far more frequently than it would normally. As we're walking, we hear a cannon. We both look up and see that Flesh has died. It's unfortunate to think that we'll never know exactly what happened.

That's when these hounds start appearing, as they chase us back towards the cornucopia. Beeta and I quickly climb on top of the looming metal structure in hopes of getting away from them, only to find Lay-to, badly wounded and bloodied, waiting for us. He scuffles a little bit with me and Beeta pulls him off. Because Lay-to is bigger than Beeta, though, he quickly overpowers him. Beeta struggles and gives me a clear shot at Lay-to's cock. I grab my bow and take a makeshift pussy out of my bag, aiming it straight for Lay-to's smaller head. Lay-to falls over backwards and into the snarling beasts below. I hear his screams and decide to put him out of his misery by dropping a couple of the berries into his mouth. He moans and then falls silent. The cannon reveals that Beeta and I are the last surviving tributes.

We hug each other in triumph and joy, but our pleasure is short-lived when we hear a voice coming through the arena's speakers.

"Attention tributes. There has been a slight rule change. The previous rule change allowing for two victors from the same district, has been revoked. Only one victor may be crowned. Good luck, and may the odds be ever in your favor."

Fuck! Beeta steps back and raises his arms above his head. "Go ahead. You earned this. They've got to have their victor."

I shake my head and tell him that they don't. They don't need to have any victor. I pull out what's left of those berries and I drop a couple into Beeta's hands, keeping the same amount for myself. He looks at me and asks me what I'm doing. I tell him to trust me.

He asks me if I'm truly willing to do this and I look him in the eye and wordlessly tell him that yes, I am.

I lift the berries in my palm to just below my mouth and Beeta does the same with his berries. I look at him and I ask him if he's ready. He nods his head, so I say, "Okay. On three" and begin to count. One... Two...

Before I can say the word "three" another voice comes through the speakers, saying, "Wait! Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce the victors of the seventy fourth annual Humper Games!"

Beeta and I drop our berries and hug each other in relief.

 

- 14 -

Beeta and I are escorted out of the arena and showered with accolades. Soon, he'll be given the necessary drugs to give him a monster-sized cock and I'll get the drugs necessary to make my tits three times bigger. And we'll both live like royalty for the rest of our lives in District 12. We will also become much more adept at pleasing any lovers we may have. Our families will also never have anything more to worry about, financially.

But first, we have to go through the closing ceremonies, with another interview with Seizeher Fuckerman, with President Blow giving us a crown to symbolize our victory. Heybitch gives me some advice before going on stage. Apparently President Blow isn't happy with the little stunt I pulled there at the end, so I've really got to play up the star-crossed lovers part. To say that I'd just as soon die as live the rest of my life without Beeta.

Sinna makes me a nice simple dress to wear, but I ask if I could wear that fuckingjay pin again. He smiles at me and says that he wouldn't have it any other way.

So I take a deep breath and take hold of his hand as the two of us walk out on stage as Seizeher, in his deep and excited baritone, introduces us as the winners of this year's Humper Games. He starts asking questions about how we each felt at different points in the game, including how I felt when I found him, wounded, by that stream.

I say that I was the happiest person in the world, when we got reunited. The whole interview goes by quickly and is a blur. I recall at one point where Beeta mentions that I saved him and then I correct him about how we saved each other. We take each other's hand and both Seizeher and the crowd watching love it.

Then President Blow comes out and gives us each crowns to symbolize our victory. President Blow notices the fuckingjay pin and I tell him that it comes from my district. There's a strange look on his face and he makes me feel a little bit uncomfortable, but he says that it's very pretty.

The interview ends and we get our pills for larger body parts. They tell us to get some rest on the train, since by the time we get home, they will have nearly completely done their magic.

The train crosses the countryside, and Beeta and I just watch the country and all of the other districts pass by. As we get closer to District 12, Beeta stands up. We just stand there quietly, watching our grimy little station rise up around us. Through the window, I can see the platform's thick with cameras. Everyone will be eagerly watching our homecoming.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Beeta extend his hand. I look at him, unsure. "One more time, for the audience?" he says. His voice isn't angry. It's hollow, which is worse. Already this boy is slipping away from me.

I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go.