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Default Sex Kills A Hunger Games Type Story

Sex Kills, Part 1
By Mike3121

Disclaimer: Terms such as boy, youth, young girl and such are meant to be general terms and do note denote any specific age. It is up to you, the reader, to supply them as you see fit.

This is the second installment of a Hunger Games type story. The first being Queen of the Kill. It is advised that they should be read in order.

This takes place way in the future, the Hunger Games of Katniss and Peeta are long past. The games have morphed over the years and now emphasize sex over blood and gore. This world is way over crowded due to advances in medicine where people live longer, war is all but abolished and tremendous advances in artificial or test tube food now easily feed the masses.

And there are masses, huge numbers of people. Life is cheap. In order to channel humans aggressive tendencies pay-per-view Hunger Games now reign. Some are official government sanction others are local, put on by cities or even private citizens. Women and girls sit on and smother to death their victims both in and out of the arena. No one is ever charges with murder, it is an everyday accepted occurrence. Men, with erectile enhancement, stroke down the throat of their respective victim, eventually chocking them to death. These are socially accepted """sexual kills."""

Due to advances in medicine and gene manipulation many diseases common today were eliminated. Also, the human body has been manipulated to be almost perfect. One disadvantage though, during the time of the wars genes were modified so women gave birth to males two-to-one to females. Also, typical gestation was 7 months not nine. This resulted in massive number of young males roaming the streets ""' a dangerous situation for any society.

Kills are done in a casual manner with no thought to the victim. Sexual gratification during the kill is the only thing that matters. Though not all smothering results in a kill. The victims for their part are generally amiable and accept the kill. This arrangement had been going on for hundreds of years and was long ago ingrained in the culture. It was not uncommon to see mothers on sons, sisters on little brothers and fathers stroking down daughters. Actually there were all manner of combinations.

A Bleak Life

It was another cold wet morning when young Jerry awoke. He lived in the Outlands as they were called, far from the bright lights and comfortable lives of the Toffs. Jerry's older brother Matt began to stir. Across the bare wooden floor were his two sisters, both a few years older. The girls were covered in thin blankets, not much protection from the cold and damp. The youngest girl, Kim lay atop Little Greg in a 69 smother. Both Gayle and Kim used Little Greg as their own personal play toy and were constantly atop him, smothering him.

They had no father. Then again perhaps the children were the result of multiple fathers. Their mother, Candy, was always drunk and lived from one bottle or one good fuck to the next. "I got'ta see somebody. Stay out'ta trouble," Candy often said as she slammed the crooked wooden door hard and walked out into the gray dawn.

They had little food in their one room hovel so it was another day grubbing for survival. With a cold gray sky above them the boys left on their constant search for food. They skirted wide around Mrs Suggden's small hut. Mrs Suggden had a voracious hunger for small boys and was always atop one, slowly smothering him to death. Matt thought of her as "old" but in comparison to him she was old. She, in fact was a nice lady living off a small pension. It was to ease her boredom she acquired a substantial taste for small boys to smother.

Hours later they returned. All they could scrounge was some unsavory leftovers from a posh restaurant. The boys shared their meager days food with their sisters and little brother. Gale reluctantly let Greg up just long enough for him to get a bite to eat then once again he went under. Another day had passed in boring monotony.

Early the next morning Matt and Jerry awoke to the sound of a torrent of rain beating out what seemed like a synchronized rhythm on their thin corrugated metal roof. Dawn, such as it was, consisted of the cold dark gray of the night sky changing to a more lighter variation. To the brothers surprise the girls and little Greg were gone. In fact everything in the one room shack was gone. Only a crumpled note scribbled in their mothers almost unreadable scrawl was left. It stated in cold reality she was taking off with her lover to a new city. The note said she'd left some money and a bit off food behind. A quick look around showed the money and food were gone; their sisters had woken earlier and made off with everything.

The situation was dangerous now. A vacant shack would be an invitation for more aggressive interlopers. Word would soon spread so the boys made a run for it. Jerry and his older brother Matt wondered about, far from their usual territory. After a bit they came upon an open market.

The Market

The tempting smell of food waif-ed through the air. It was an exciting place. The smells, colorful stalls and colorfully dressed people; the young brothers were dazzled by it all. Amid the excitement and color lurked death. Most stalls were manned by women, mostly mother-daughter combinations. They spent most of the time sitting on the face of small boys. Every stall was equipped with padded wooden locker room type benches. The women would hike up their skirt, swing a leg over and sit on a victim's face. Now and then they'd make a sale and get up. The poor victim would gasp for air like a fish out of water until she resumed her seat on his face. In the ally, near the stalls were a few body's. Small boys that had been previously smothered and not picked up as yet.

Suddenly their was a commotion in the crowd. A tall middle-aged woman, her light brown hair done up in a bun was pushing a small blond boy along in front of her. "You little thief," she screamed. She led the terrified boy into her stall. "Steal from me will you," she shrieked and pushed the boy flat onto an empty bench. With a quick swing of her leg she straddled the lads head. Then, in a slow deliberated motion she sat on his face. Seconds later she pulled her long colorful dress over him and the boy vanished from view. "Ah," she said with a satisfied smile. A small crowd had gathered so she took advantage of the moment and began her well rehearsed pitch. Such was life and sudden death in the market. The brothers were terrified. The knew it wouldn't be long before they would end up on one of those benches.

Most of the stalls were of the same type, some more posh than others with blinking signs. Most were equipped with automatic vending type devices so the ladies didn't have to get off their victim to attend to a customer.

One booth, in the more or less center of the market stood out. It was all modern and seemed out of place amongst the more rustic booths. Their was a large illuminated sign above that proclaimed """Dr. Kline's Stroking Oils and Such. "A tall naked man, wearing only a microphone device walked about hawking his wares, obviously Dr. Kleine himself. The male stroking oils he was selling were to enhance the pleasure of the kill while stroking down the throat of a hapless victim.

He was middle-aged and was very handsome. What immediately got the boys attention was his huge erectile enhancement. It was enormous and glistening in the morning sun. In the center of his spacious booth lay a young girl. She lay flat on her back on a padded bench with her head overhanging the edge. She had bright golden hair that cascaded down in a profusion of sparkling curls. The young lass wore only a frilly pure white dress, not unlike a tennis dress. The boys guessed she was a couple years older than them. Young Jerry was enamored with her and immediately fell in love. Matt, his older brother was equally mesmerized by her beauty.

Slowly the man approached the girl. The lads cringed they knew what would happen next. Jerry wished he was some powerful warrior and could swoop in and rescue the pretty thing. The man lined up his huge erection with the girls mouth. She cooperated fully and helped him guide in in. Slowly he pushed with his hips and his erection slid, inch by inch deep down her throat. Finally in was in all the way, right up to the root. The girl was not bound and made no effort to resist. Suddenly he arched his back and gave a long sigh. Both he and the young girls bodies shook in unison. The girl made a feeble attempt at pushing him off - he'd cum into her. She had no alternative but to swallow.

Once that was out of the way he began a slow steady deep stroking down her throat. He then ignored her and concentrated on selling his products. One item seemed to be in great demand were video's of him working on various victims, stroking them to death.

Jerry was aware of a small dirty faced lad edging up to him. "Hi," the dirty little street urchin said, looking up. "Pretty ain't she." he said of the beautiful young girl being violently deep stroked. "Yea," Jerry said with a sigh. "He's gun'na kill her huh?" he added. "You stupid or what!" The boy said with a sneer. "That's her father, he's been doing this for years. They're a team."

Matt said, "What?" in surprise. "Yea, and don't let that pretty young thing get a hold a you. She's smothered to death lot'sa boys!" The small boy said, then vanished into the crowd. Jerry marveled at how death could come in such a beautiful form.

Life on the street was hard with each day a more desperate struggle for survival than the next. Every morning, aside from the rubbish, the streets and alley ways were strewn with the bodies of the booth ladies nightly kills. Some of the boys, less than 20%, were coughing and gasping for air as not all smothering result in a kill. Early the next morning young Jerry noticed the pile of Dr. Kiline and his daughter's daily kills, about six bodies. Their on the top of the pile lay the inert form of the grubby boy that had previously warned Jerry about the deadly dangers of the good doctors daughter. Jerry noticed that the dead boy had a smile on his face.

Matt

Time passed slowly and the daily struggle for food was getting more and more desperate. It was a typical bleak day when Jerry awoke. Jerry and his brother had found an abandoned large cardboard box to call home. It leaked, it was cold but it was home. Jerry's brother was gone! With desperation he looked about for him.

For some reason he was drawn to one booth in particular. It was a typical booth, selling vegetables and operated by a mother-daughter team. Both wore long colorful dresses which was spread out around them that concealed the victims they sat upon. The daughter was cute, several years older than his brother Matt. Her light brown hair was styled in a homemade way and adorned with a colorful blue flower off to one side. Jerry knew his beloved brother lay under her. He had gone out early and taken a desperate chance and was caught. Tears formed in Jerry's eyes. Their was no way he could save him. "Goodbye Matt," Jerry said and slowly walked away. Just as he turned away the girl let out a sigh of pleasure and ground down hard on her captive.

Two days passed and Jerry's hunger pangs grew. He was desperate. Perhaps he would give himself to the girl that had smothered his brother. Then again Dr. Kline's daughter was another possibility. It was midday and the market was, as usual, crowded with a milling throng.

Suddenly a loud gong sounded. Shoppers screamed. Some booths had automatic screens that were being activated . The booth ladies and daughters flew off their gasping victims and began to secure their products. The term "WILDING!” Was shouted. "WILDING!" a young mother yelled while gathering her young sons and daughters about her. The dark dirt and body strewn alleys were now escape routes for terrified shoppers.

Jerry was confused and looked about in panic. If Matt was their he would have known what to do. Then he saw them, hundreds of boys of all ages, mostly young. A mob of dirty street urchin types filling the market. They were knocking over carts and food stalls, grabbing anything they could get their hands on. A woman screamed when one tore her ornate purse from her hands. It was a mess. Right behind the mob of boys were serious looking black clothed and helmeted police.

Caught

Jerry turned to run but couldn't, he was hemmed in on all sides. A hand reached out, a policemen had caught him. He tried to explain he wasn't with the mob but was ignored. Hours later Jerry found himself in a huge auditorium with thousands of other boys. He'd been photographed and a computer chip implanted into his body. They did feed him well and he got to clean up properly. His dirty torn cloths were taken from him and was given only bright red shorts. Jerry was now classified as a Victim Type "A" and would be delivered to some woman or perhaps man's home to satisfy their smothering or stroking needs. Jerry was resigned to his fate whatever that might be.

So far it wasn't so bad. He was assigned the third level of a bunk bed with his own locking night stand. Also he overheard some lad nearby mention he'd been here 9 months so far. Some boys last out for years. He indicated he had been smothered and stroked by countless people. Type A class victims were the top level and not to be killed, unless of course by mistake. The boys around him even had books and were being educated. When beyond the age of a victim they would be given jobs and released back into society.

Their was a buzz about an upcoming Hunger Games as the boys were always in demand for them. It was a difficult time for most of the kills occur because of the games. People get a bit crazy and out of control during that time. The inevitable, Jerry was selected and joined a line of boys filing out of the building. While being led out Jerry heard, "Hey brother.""" To his total shock it was Matt. He had somehow survived the deadly smother by the booth girl. The didn't have time to talk. Matt waived his school books in the air. """I'm off to school. See you in about 6 or 7 days."""

Jerry was elated. The ride was uneventful and they soon reached a nice well kept suburban home. Their were eight boys. Most of his companions were about his age but 3 of them were quit young. None of the more experienced boys seemed nervous. After they were signed for the lads were led into the home. Before them stood eight ladies, all middle-aged or a bit older. Eight extra long mats were arrayed on the floor in front of a massive TV. The TV was off for now. The women were dressed in colorful short skirt type dresses, like tennis dresses. Two women, a bit younger than the rest, were completely nude.

One by one the boys were led to their particular mat. Jerry was chosen by a pleasant looking middle-aged woman. She was a bit short with her brown hair all done up in complex curls. She seemed anxious to start on Jerry so he lay down on the mat. Some boys, about half, were being directed to lay with their heads facing away from the TV. Jerry lay with his head towards the TV as directed.

A woman nearby, one of the naked ones, not bothering to oil up her victims face with smothering oil quickly lay on him, facing his feet for a 69 smother. Seconds later she was grinding down hard in a circular pumping motion. "Ahhh, yes, I needed this." She said with a smile.

The brown haired women that had chosen Jerry looked down at him and said, "Hi, I'm Diane." She then began to put a thin layer of warm smothering oil on his face, with particular attention to his nose. Jerry just smiled back up at her. From the corner of his eye he noticed most of the ladies were already mounting their victims in various smother positions.

Diane then swung over and straddled Jerry's head. He looked up to see her well oiled vagina towering above him, her dark brown pubic hair glistened from the smothering oil. In one easy movement she sat on his face, pressing his young nose deep into the intimate folds of her body. She wasn't a heavy woman but felt heavy to young Jerry. It seemed like all her weight was on his nose now deep inside her. Next she began deep hard hip grinding, massaging his nose all around inside her.

Jerry could just barely see out. His view was of her crotch, pubic hair, upper thighs and above him, the light coming through her colorful dress, like looking a stained glass on a bright day. The ladies were all now comfortably mounted on their victims. Jerry heard the electronic sound of a TV being turned on. An announcer said in an excited voice, """Welcome folks to the Annual Clove City Hunger Games."""

Gail Gets It

Young teenage Gail Strom lay nude on her stomach across her bed. Gail was a beautiful girl, tall with long flowing blonde hair. She had delicious blue green eyes and her young body was toned and fit from exercise. She often fretted needlessly over her thighs; perhaps she was getting fat. She was wearing earphones that beat out a throbbing clashing of sounds that called itself music. Under her, in a 69 position, lay her brat of a little brother, David. She was often on him, smothering him. The boy had his hands on her hips trying, however vainly, to pry her off. She ignored him. This was a most perfect moment for Gail, fun music, a delicious smother. She felt nothing should interrupt this quiet time. Then a knock on her bedroom door.

It was her father. "Come," Gail said, removing her earphones. He was naked with a massive oiled erection bobbing about. He had, as usual and prior to a televised Hunger Games, gotten a temporary erectile enhancement. Gail suddenly remembered, the Clove City games were soon to begin. She'd forgotten all about it.

During the games many parents seemed to well, go a bit crazy and Gail's were no different. Her father, usually a level headed practical man and loving parent would spend the whole game stroking down her throat. David would be sat on and smothered unmercifully by Gail"""s mother. Gail didn't care one bit for the Hunger Games. However, most of Gail's friends parents went equally crazy. This games were to last about six days. "Six days," thought Gail, spent mostly on her back while being deep throat-ed.

Gail climbed off poor exhausted David. His hair was a mess and his face all sweaty and red. Ringlets of Gail's pubic were pressed tight to his sweaty face. The boy, now exposed to fresh air the first time in hours, gasp for breath. He tried to sit up but was too exhausted. Just then Gail's mother looked in. "David, get a move on. The game starts soon. Clean yourself up," she added.

Gail was finally left alone to get ready, virtually throwing on tight brief shorts and a sports bra. She felt a slight twinge of sympathy for bratty little David, going instantly from Gail's smother to being smothered for the next six days. Gail's deep throating would probably last beyond the games. Erectile enhancements faded over time but since they cost money her father would want to get the full use of it.

It wasn't long before Gail lay on her back with a huge erection being stroked deep down her throat. Next to her, on the mat lay poor David, also on his back being 69 smothered. Their was a brief halt to the stroking when she heard the announcer on the TV say, ""Welcome folks to the Annual Clove City Hunger Games."

Disaster

Young Randy joked with his friends as they walked down a school hallway. It was an exciting day for the young lads. This was the day of the "Rite of Passage," as it was called. Young boys were to be selected by senior girls and sat on and smothered during a televised Hunger Game. All the lads were excited by the prospect of some sexy naked senior girl mounting them and smothering them for the next 6 or 7 days.

The gym had been set up to accommodate the smothering. A huge flat screen TV was in place as well as 40 mats. Food would be brought in and the gym closed to everyone except a few teachers overseeing the situation.

Each year a group of boys undergoes this rite of passage and today was the day Randy and his school mates were to undergo it. This rite of passage was not without danger as a number of boys might be smothered to death in the process. It was one of those things a young lad had to face. Out of a group of 40 boys 3 perhaps 4 might not make it; that was to be accepted. Neither Randy or his friends were worried. The thought of a sexy naked girl sitting on and smothering them during a televised Hunger Games was overpowering.

Randy was of average height and average looks. He always thought of himself as the class joker but none of his jokes were funny. He tried too hard to be liked. Randy could be smart if he applied himself but he was terribly immature for his age.

All 50 boys from his class now entered the gym. Up near the front were positioned a number of smother mats. Along one wall were a dozen or more smother straddle benches. To the boys delight a number of sexy girls milled about. They were high school seniors. They all wore very short skirts, like tennis dresses with nothing on underneath.

The lads had no time to gape at the lovely young ladies when an authoritative voice boomed out a name, a lad had been selected. He smiled, waved at his friends then approached the girls. A dark haired beauty quickly pulled him down and sat on him. The boy managed a quick wave to his companions. One by one names were called and similarly sat on. Suddenly Randy looked around him, their were only a few lads left. Then, much to his horror he realized he hadn't been called. "You boys not called have been rejected. Leave the gym immediately." the voice said in a deadpan cold manner.

Not accepted! Suddenly Randy's whole world collapsed. Their, flat on their backs on the mats were all his friends now being energetically smothered by beautiful young girls. Randy crossed the line now from the accepted to an outcast. Randy noticed the lads around him, they were the "goof's" or out casts. Fat boys, stupid boys, tall lanky boys with severe acne. Randy was now one of them, a goof. Tears welled in his eyes. He ran from the building.

He ran home, somewhere to seek solace but knew he would find none. While running he notice an empty playground usually populated with noisy boys and girls. Not now, a Hunger Game was soon to start and they had all been grabbed up. Randy felt so alone in the world. He knew his friends would abandon him. Any lad that has been rejected for the Rite of Passage lost all standing in society.

Randy pushed open the front door of his home. His mother and Randy's sister were situated in the middle of the living room both sitting on small boys. Both women wore shortie nightgown. Randy's sister, Kelly, was home from college for a break. She was pretty and generally got along well with Randy. Randy's father wasn't present but out on a sales trip.

The women looked at Randy in shock and obvious he'd been rejected for the Rite. This was no minor affair and would effect the families standing in the community. It would be hard for Randy to find decent work when he would have to leave blank the date and place of his Rite. "Oh god!" Randy's mother said in shock and inadvertently slid off the face of the boy she'd been sitting on. "No, oh no!" she stated putting her face in her hands. Once out from under her the victim gasped for air. He was a neighbor lad and Randy's mother had often sat on. Through gasps of breath he managed to say, "Randy the goof." The rest was muffled when Randy's mother slid back onto his face.

Randy ran out of the back door to seek solace under an old oak tree. He'd been rejected, he couldn't believe it. One minute he was part of the gang and the next a reject. Randy knew deep down why. He was too immature and irresponsible. Many of his friends were shaking off their youthful ways and becoming more serious. A few had even said, “grow up Randy.” Randy couldn't hold back any more and burst into tears. He felt a deep painful hurt. His whole body shook. He hopped beyond hope it was all a mistake and a call would come for him to return to school to be with his friends. No call would come. Randy looked up at the cold gray sky pleading for a solution, nothing. Only silence, then far off, thunder. Randy prayed lighting would strike him dead that second.

Meanwhile back in Randy's home a serious discussion was taking place. Randy's mother looked at her daughter Kelly, with a tear in her eye she said, “I can't. I can't do it. No, you'll have to. You've killed before. ”Kelly slowed her sensual hip grinding on her victims face. She had in fact killed before, 12 times. One while still in high school during a Rite of Passage. Some hapless lad had succumb to her deadly hip grinding. The eleven other kills happened while in college; a result of her taking a 101 class on boy smothering. With a sigh she agreed. After the Hunger Games she'd rent a hotel room and take her time smothering Randy to death.

Randy knew none of this, only the pain of rejection. “A goof, me.” Randy said out loud. He couldn't face his friends, no he would have to quit school. Then a thought, his sister. He'd ask her to smother him to death. For a moment Randy's thoughts turned to his lucky school friends, laying flat on their back, waiting for the TV announcer to say, “Welcome folks to the Annual Clove City Hunger Games.”

Pre Game Fun

It was now three years since Julie's triumphant victory in the Benson Corp Hunger Games. Much had happened since. She'd graduated from high school via correspondence. Because of her fame she'd become vastly wealthy. Julie even set her mother up in a wing of Julie's stately mansion. As for the mansion it had indoor and outdoor pools and impressive marble columns and a winding marble staircase. Money flowed into her hands by the bucket.

Songs were sung about her, posters sold, TV specials made, even a movie was in the works. She was a celebrity wherever she went. Life had been good to her so far. Her kill record now numbered in the 8,000 range. Aside from her daily delivery of choice young victims to smother at her leisure she'd enjoyed success in the arena as well.

In order to maintain her celebrity status she would have to keep entering various Hunger type games. Some were small private affairs where Julie would wrestle down small Fish while the guests, with drinks in their hands, would wonder about watching up close while Julie made her kills. Other games were of the more serious variety where she would face fellow Imperators. She'd almost died a few times when she'd got careless.

Julie sat alone at an outdoor table of her favorite coffee shop. She casually looked over the latest handout advertising her participation in a local Hunger Game. It seemed that almost every small town to large city had their own Hunger Game and vied for notoriety by having a few actual Imperators in attendance. Many used some gimmick to stand out from the rest. One city had an order of nuns to act as Imperators and hunt down and smother young boys. Others had well known movie stars to act as an Imperator. Their was no greater publicity draw than to have some sexy naked starlet atop a small boys slowly straddle smothering him.

Julie looked over the recently published flier. All 12 participants would be roughly the same age, give or take a couple years. A few were quit young and easy kills for her. This didn't bother Julie so much as she'd killed plenty of victims of all ages both in and out of the arena. “Hum,” she thought, it had Erectile Enhancements, or EE for the male participants. EE meant that the males were give an injection prior to the game that would enlarge their male member to twice it's normal size and keep it hard for days, even weeks depending on the dose of the shot. They would then make kills by violently stroking their victim down the throat until they chocked to death. “Lovely,” Julie thought. Most male Imperators elected to have the EE made permanent.

When signing up for this game she considered the difficulties involved. Aside from the possibility she could be killed then their were her own kills. It was one thing to make a quick kill of someone her own age or older in the comfort of her home. She had every convenience at her finger tips; heated smothering oils, a smothering bed that adjusted to enhance the kill and numerous other advantages. Out in some field she had to watch in all directions while she smothered a victim. Kills would definitely take longer, maybe all day.

PUBLIC NOTICE


This is to announce the Annual Clove City Hunger Games Beginning Pern Octave 215.

Watch it and enjoy, it promises to be a kill fest

We will have 12 young Imperators

Only ONE Imperator will survive this game

Here is a Partial List of Participating Imperators:

Young Donna: Donna Mason. Cute and pert with a healthy young body. Winner of her local Junior Hunger Games.

Teddy “The Bear” Winslow: Young and handsome and one of two Professional Imperators participating

Timmy Denton, or “Little Timmy.” He's a delicious looking young lad with big blue eyes and honey blonde hair. Yum!

The “Queen of the Kill” Herself, Julie Brown:

Not only a Imperator but a Special Imperator. It's been three years since her amazing win of the Benson Corp Hunger Games. Since then she's participated in three other major games, 10 city games and numerous private arena games. She's oh so hot and has accumulated a significant kill record.

All participating males will have Erectile Enhancements.

EE done by Webber Corp.

Tune in folks and pay the pay-per-view special fee to watch our very own Clove City Hunger Games. The game brought to you by Clove City Hunger Games Promotional
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Part 2

A Delicious Interlude

Julie sat alone at an outside table of a small cafe. In front of her was a large coffee thick with chocolate and hazelnut shavings topped with whipped cream. Julies laughed to herself as her favorite coffee hardly had any real coffee in it. It was a bright cheerful morning but the memory of last night overshadowed all her thoughts. Last night, in the quiet of her bedroom Julie had been a bad girl. She had sensually smothered to death a small frail young lad. Hour after erotic hour she ground down on him without mercy culminating in a momentous orgasm.

Memories of last nights kill were briefly interrupted with the approach of a middle-aged couple. They were both tall with magnificent bodies. Most everyone now had perfect bodies, the result of hundreds of years of genetic and DNA engineering. The couple were nude from the waist down, not a surprise in Julie's culture. The woman was tall, long legged with short cut blonde hair. Her man, perhaps her husband, was also tall, muscular and also a blonde. He had the full EE done and it showed. His large male member stood upright and huge, glistening in the morning sun. They both had a self satisfied look on their faces.

Between them were two small boys, both with dark hair, obviously the couples victims. Julie surmised they'd probably been at them all night as the boys had a haggard exhausted look about them. Julie also noticed the logo on the bright blue shorts the boys wore, Tip Top Victim Delivery Service. The logo was that of a small boy tipping a top hat, some ancient head wear of some sort.

Julie's contemplation of the up coming game was interrupted when a handsome man stood by her table. He had light brown hair and mysterious dark brown eyes. He was tall and somewhat muscular. Julie judged him to be in his late 20's to early 30's. She immediately thought he wanted her autograph and began rummaging in her purse for a pen. He smiled and asked politely if he could sit down. Julie nodded. Mysterious, he didn't want an autograph. She noticed a thin briefcase. Ah, yes, she thought, another pesky salesman.

“You're Julie Brown, the Queen of the Kill girl aren't you?” He said with a charming smile. Julie nodded steadying herself for the usual sales pitch. “Yup,” Julie responded and looking into his eyes. Usually, when she looked into some young man's eyes she usually saw fear for her naked body was the last thing many a young man or boy was to see. She saw pain in his eyes. #I've got an, um, unusual request of you.# He stated getting up his courage. “I ah, want you to kill me.”

Julie was taken aback by this statement. “Kill you?” she said quizzically. The handsome man produced some medical papers from his thin briefcase. “I'm Todd Gifford and I just came from the doctors office. You see I don't have long to live. I've got this tumor deep in my brain. It's either a slow painful death or a slow death all doped up with medication. I thought of a third more pleasant option. I'd like you to smother me to death." Something was wrong here. Medical science had progressed to such an extent that "everything" was operable thought Julie. She surmised it was money, he lacked the money to pay for the surgery. Julie had always wondered what with such an advanced culture as hers they didn't have some sort of universal health care.

Many things had happened in Julie's life since becoming a Special Imperator but not this; some cute guy casually walks up to her and want's her to kill him. Julie didn't need to think it over. "Sure." she replied happily. "Well Todd you are so going to get smothered."

It wasn't long before Julie had handsome Todd in her bedroom. Julie was by now totally at easy being naked in front of anyone. Todd stripped with uneasiness and even a hit of a blush; Julie thought that was cute. Next they attacked each other in sexual lust. Todd fucked Julie in every available hole in her body while Julie was all over Todd, kissing, biting and sucking. They went at it for two hours until they were both exhausted. After the pair showered together Julie led Todd to a special room where she kept her smother bed. Julie had wanted to spend a whole day enjoying Todd's sexual delights but she had a party to go to that evening.

He obediently lay on his back. Julie then climbed up atop him, straddling his shoulders. She spread her legs wide and looked down at his handsome face framed between her thighs. No words were spoken between them as she slid forward. Once again she experienced the most delicious feeling of having her victims nose pressed deep with her body. It sent an electric like tingle through her.

Next she began grinding her hips in a slow sensual manner, massaging his nose within her wet vagina. Wave after sensual wave swept over her, it even made her cry. Gradually it began to build until she was ridding a virtual wave of sexual pleasure. With an audible gasp she crested that wave. Her body shook from a massive orgasm. "Oh god, oh, oh," she mumbled over and over again. Gradually the feeling began to subside. Julie was selfish and wanted more and she began anew, furiously grinding down on her victim, working herself up into another orgasm, and another, and another.

Again and again she violently worked her prone victim and once again her young body shook from wave after wave of orgasms. She changed to a reverse straddle smother, squat smother and 69 smother. Furiously she smothered him in a sensual frenzy. Hour after violent hour until he could take no more and expired. Slowly Julie climbed off his inert body and staggered on wobbly legs to shower. When she returned to the room his body was gone, whisked away by her efficient staff. Nothing remained to remind her of a most intense sexual frenzy except some extremely pleasant memories.

Julie sensed she was becoming addicted to the smother. Many had, it was an inadvertent side effect of continuous smothering. Males had become addicted as well, having to have their enlarged erection down the throat of a victim on an almost continual basis. Well, thought Julie, if she was to get addicted she couldn't think of a better addiction. Julie had accumulated a huge fortune in a short period of time. She didn't really need to risk her life in entering Hunger Games. Yet she loved the thrill of the chase, the hunt, the danger and the victory. She might retire in a few years but not just yet.

A Party Favor

Later that evening Julie arrived at the party. It was a business party given by a large corporation. They hired Julie for an embarrassing large fee to attend. She was to be the center piece of the affair, quit literally. Julie arrived early and in a small room adjacent to the main ball room she stripped out of her clothing. There were some young males attired in the hotel's uniform more than willing to help her.

Next a small frightened boy was led into the room. The lad was placed on his back on a long black leather padded gurney and strapped down so he couldn't wiggle about. Julie climbed up and lay down atop his face in a 69. Once everything was in place the gurney with Julie atop her small victim was wheeled out into the main ballroom. The attending hotel staff then pushed it up next to a long table filled with buffet food. Julie and her victim were to be the main centerpiece of a buffet dinner. Other tables were maneuvered about so she was now in the center.

Julie laughed, she'd been many things but never a centerpiece. Distinguished guests all done up to the 9's now began to fill their plates. One thoughtful hotel worker filled one for Julie as well. The food was great and the money even greater. Her small victim had a most delicious nose that she slowly massaged about inside her. Hours later the meeting came to a close and in the small back room she finished off the cute boy. What a wonderful night but she had to get some serious sleep for tomorrow was the first day of the Clove City Hunger Games.

Fun and Games Begin

Early the next morning Julie was whisked away to Clove City by a city owned float car. Julie asked the driver to make a few passes over the arena area. She really couldn't see much from the air. Oh well, she thought, she'd find out soon enough. She did notice the area had been cleaned, meaning large rocks and branches were removed to facilitate body-to-body kills. Julie sighed, this would be a difficult one.

The craft landed and she and her fellow participants listened to the detailed briefing. During the briefing she got to look them over close up. Before the game Julie had been provided a pamphlet by the city covering each participant.

The Female competition, 5 in all, excluding Julie:

Donna Mason: About 2 years younger than Julie. The girl was of average build and height. Nothing really special about her. She had fluffy blonde hair and a rather vacant uninterested look about her. As for her great victory in the Junior Hunger Games; it was some trumped up local affair put on by her church. Probably an easy kill Julie surmised. Julie liked to give her opponents nicknames if they didn't already have one, it was easy to remember them. Julie dubbed Donna Mason, "Dead Donna."

Kimberly Young: Short, a bit stocky with short cut black hair. She looked like she'd be a handful in close-in fighting but not much of a runner. Her mother was an Imperator. Stretch the "was" as she was stroked to death by a male two years back. The loss had devastated her. Definitely kill-able but not the type for close combat. She was dubbed "The Wrestler."

Stacy Jess: Stacy was a cute young thing. A natural blonde with a peppy, "Let's get busy," look. Not much physically though. It wouldn't be long before she'd be flat on her back being smothered or stroked to death. She would be "Cheerleader" for short.

Heather Yavick: Nice build with dark brown hair. She was stocky and had known hard labor sometime in her life. Her bio showed she came from a poor farm area. The girl probably thought one successful Hunger Game under her belt and she could get out of her rural hell hole. Julie liked the look of her and decided she'd make a fine victim. She would definitely hunt her down. Yum, thought Julie, she'd make a great kill. Julie nicknamed her "Farmer."

Amber Dean: More Pussy food. A cute frail blonde with small delicate features. Julie wondered why-oh-why such a delicate thing would enter a Hunger Game. Her bio was vague as she hadn't accomplished much in life so far. Julie nicknamed her "AD" for Also Dead.

The male Competition 6 in all:

Teddy "The Bear" Winslow: Julie's only real competitor. He was tall and muscular with a thick crop of dark brown hair. He had a nice handsome angular face with intense dark brown eyes. The young man had two city Hunger Games under his belt. His career as an Imperator had been short but impressive. His Erection Enhancement or EE was made permanent as with most male Imperators. Julie had watched a video of him. He was fast and had a devastatingly hard stroking technique. Victim after victim, be they male or female, were soon choking to death under his fierce deep stroke. He gave Julie a chill. Here was her only threat and a formidable one at that.

Little Timmy Denton: He was true to the advertised description. The lad was short and a couple years younger than Julie. He had big bright blue eyes and soft blonde hair. The boy might as well had a sign around his neck that said, "smother me first." Any and all of the competitors would love to get their hands on him. Even Dean Dean the frail blonde could smother this boy. Julie was going to definitely hunt down cute Little Timmy.

Terrance Lovejoy: Terrance wasn't very tall or muscular. He had a lot in common with Little Timmy. Not much muscle development. In fact he had a permanent limp from an accident. Oh yum, like shooting fish in a barrel Julie thought. More pussy food for her. He was now dubbed PF short for Pussy Food.

Neil Dean: Wow, thought, Amber Deans brother. He was a male carbon of her. Short, frail and blonde. She' decided to call this kid just plain Neil. She was ecstatic. MORE PUSSY FOOD!

Wayne and Wyatt Wood: One description will be required here as they are twins. The twin boys were a good 4 years younger than Julie. Frail and shy looking they would be no match for any of the contestants. They were blonde's, the bright almost white variety. They lads had nice cute faces, faces that would be soon under Julie's grinding posterior if she came across them. Julie thought she'd just call them "The Twins." She figured they'd be down and under some contestant within seconds of the start of the game.

If it weren't for The Bear this would be a fun romp in the woods and a cinch match to win. Until he was killed she'd have to look out for him at all times. She figured he'd also done his own research and would consider Julie as an equal threat. Slowly Julie and her competitors entered the arena. As expected the whole setup reeked of hick town. The arena area was small and grassy. In the distance was a forest with many secluded places she could take her victims to work them. It resembled a park and may actually double as one when the weren't having a Hunger Game.

Without the audience their would be no Hunger Games. Some, not all of the public, craved the action, the kills and the pure sexuality of it all. It wasn't a real audience anyway but an electronic pay-per-view type. Millions upon millions of rabid fans tuned in to watch the kills in all their intimate detail. Spread throughout the arena were hundreds of cleverly hidden cameras to record every intimate detail of a kill and I mean every detail. Long ago a tradition had started that the viewers could sit on (or stroke if a male) a victim during the games. They could even kill them as long as was done in the spirit of the Hunger Games. No one cared as the poor old earth was over crowed anyway. Sometimes there is more deadly action off screen then on. For say an average kill of several Hunger Games participants there are many more tens of thousands that are killed off screen.

Game On

As they lined up no one wanted to look at each other but kept to their own thoughts. No-doubt a number of prayers were being said right now. Everyone was nude except for the sturdy sandals. Julie kept a eye on her closest competitors especially to her right. It was the delicious PF, young frail Terrance. To Julie's left was The Cheerleader, Stacy Jess the fluffy perky blonde. Nice, but Julie had her eye set on frail Terrance. Julie noticed the short stocky Kimberly Young "The Wrestler" also eying young Terrance.

During a quick briefing prior to the game it was explained that numerous fully furnished chambers were hidden throughout the arena. Each competitor could take their victim to one and work on them. They were well hidden and partially underground. The units were self contained and held plenty of food, running water and a small bathroom. Not much standing room but small and compact.

Suddenly their was a explosion in the air from a red flair signaling the beginning of the game. As expected the short stocky wrestler immediately went for the lame boy Terrance or dubbed PF for Pussy Food. He ran, or made an attempt to but the short muscular Kimberly Young was right on him. She had him down in a second and was leading him by the hand towards the forest to a nearby Kill Room where she could smother him in quiet seclusion.

Julie had other ideas. She circled around and stood blocking the path. When Kimberly approached with a terrified Terrance in tow she stopped. The girls eyes met. Julie could see the building rage and snarl on the face of Kimberly. They circled each other, each sizing up the other and preparing to attack. Poor Terrance was confused and terrified by it all. With his lame leg his only chance to survive was to escape into the woods and hide out while everyone else killed each other off.

Terrance didn't want to be in the games yet here he was, picked up by the local police out looking for willing or unwilling participants. Most of the other contestants were here for the same reason, caught in a police sweep. This whole fight business between the circling girls reminded Terrance of a nature film he'd seen. Two fierce lionesses fighting over the carcase of a recent kill. It didn't matter to him which one was the victor as he'd soon be under the victor's naked body being slowly smothered to death. Their was nothing else he could do so he sat down to watch the fight.

Kim was a tough and wary opponent. Slowly the girls circled each waiting for an opening. Just then another contestant ran by quickly, much too fast to see who it was. Julies was much more focused and didn't looks. Kim, on the other-hand, glanced towards the retreating runner. That's all Julie needed ##' she pounced. They wrestled about with each trying to gain an advantage. In the confusion Kim tripped over her own feet. She fell to the hard ground with a dull thud. Julie was on her, violently punching and kicking. Kim tried to resist but she knew she'd lost. Finally she lay still. Julie offered her a hand and hauled her defeated opponent to her feet.

Much to her pleasure Julie now led two victims to a nearby private smother chamber. Kim would be the first to die then Julie could take her time and enjoy the boy with a more relaxing kill.

Julie felt excited, two victims in one shot, what a lucky start. She leaps forward locking the chambers room door. Minutes later she mounted Kim's face working her nose deep inside Julie's vagina. Terrified Terrance sat in a corner and watched. He knew his time would soon come. "Your turn is coming," Julie says calmly to poor lame Terrance. With her victims safe and secure Julie took a moment and smiled at the camera installed in all the chambers for the hungry crowd to watch. As a professional Imperator she had a huge following of fans. A sexy pose now and then, faked orgasms and any other theatrical type device she could think of would endear her to her audience.

Kim, or The Wrestler as Julie had dubbed the twitching prey under her, suddenly lay still, perhaps preparing for what was to come. Julie spread her legs wide and forced Kim's nose up deep inside Julie's body. Next she began slow deep hip grinding motions, massaging her victims nose deep within her. Mindful of the ever present camera's monitoring her every move Julie smiled and faked an orgasm or two, "This ought to send some of the viewers into a sex frenzy, she thought.

Julie mounted upon Kim was blocking the exit and she was sure lame and frail Terrance didn't want to challenge Julie in an open fight. On and on Julie continued her delicious smother. Kim hardly resisted, Julie, in her vicious attack had taken all the fight out of the girl. Wave after wave of sensual delight swept over Julie; no fake orgasms now, it was all to delightfully real. Hours later she felt the familiar twitch as Kim gave up on life. Julie had claimed another victim for her ever growing kill record.

Julie climbed off her victim, ensured the door is locked securely and walked to Terrance. He was asleep. Perhaps it was merciful for him other wise he'd have to have watched closeup while Julie slowly smothered to death her victim and knowing all the time he would be next. Often Julie felt a thrill as her next victim in a Hunger Game totally beneath her feet, at her mercy. She leaned down towards him gently slapping his face to wake him up, there is no point if they don't struggle or beg she thought to herself.

With a still groggy PF slowly coming around Julie drug the inert form of her recent kill Kim out of the Kill Room and casually shoved it into some bushes. The ever present Arena Wardens or AW's would soon come alone and all traces of Kim, The Wrestler, would be gone.

While outside Julie looked about her. The shadows were getting long. She had lost all sense of time smothering Kim. This often happened. She must have been on the girl most of the day. Oh well, Julie thought. Now for the delicious PF. She couldn't wait to get his nose up tight inside of her.

When she reentered the Kill Room PF was fully awake. His eyes were wide with terror while she looked him over. "No please," he begged. "Don't kill me." The youth then crawled towards her and hugged her feet. Julie smiled down at him. "Yum," she said to the cowering lad. "I'm going to take all night and the whole of the next day killing you." "No, plea..." was all he managed as Julie silence the rest of his pleading when she squatted firmly on his upturned face.

She smiled at him looking into his cute eyes and said, "please don't take it personal, if it's not me it would be someone else soon. It's the food chain sweetie." She laughed as he started to cry in muffled noise into her, his tears ran across his cheek then onto her thighs as she locks them around his head keeping it upright, moving forward his nose slowly engulfed by her mound. Growing up watching glimpse of the Hunger Games, watching Julie making kills has always sent the shiver into his spine, he never thought of a day where he becomes a number in her kill record. His eyes were wide in a silent begging gesture. Julie was a top him now enjoying her new toy.
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Part 3
Kill Room Fun

In a different part of the forest young Wayne Wood was relaxed. Actually more than relaxed. He was locked in a Kill Room with his own victim. His Erectile Enhancement had created a most lethal male member. It was huge and thick and in a semi permanent state of erection. At that moment it was securely down the throat of a squirming victim. The sensation was overwhelming, such a nice tight fit and full in, right to the root.

Wayne had made a rookie mistake and not oiled his erection prior to forcing it down his victims throat. Each Kill Room was fully stocked with a nice assortment of lubricating oils. Without the oil it had taken him a full 45 minutes to force his erection down the throat of his victim. As for the victim under him in a 69 position it was his own brother, his twin, Wyatt.

At the start of the game Wayne had tricked his brother into the Kill Room. Once he had him inside it was easy to overpower him. Wayne giggled to himself at the surprised look on his brothers face when he forced him down. "No, no. You can't do this," he begged but the rest of his pleading were muffled when Wayne forced his erection down his brother's throat.

Wayne had been on him for sometime now, stroking hard. He'd cum a few time thus adding to the much needed lubrication. He was all relaxed and cozy yet he knew death and danger lurked just outside the Kill Rooms door. That Special Imperator Julie for one then their was the one they called The Bear, even some of the other contestants, especially the girls looked deadly.

Aside from the terrifying thought of the deadly Julie lurking about Wayne was quit comfortable. The constant stroking was delicious and he was pleased that millions of viewers were watching and sharing in his enjoyment. He kept it up for hours, deep stroking his now tame victim.

In another Kill Room The Bear was also deep stroking his catch. The game had started out fine for him then disaster. He had chased down Donna Mason or Dead Donna as Julie had dubbed her. They had struggled for a bit but the poor girl hardly put up any fight. Then disaster, The Bear or Teddy Winslow fell of a log when he lunged at the terrified girl. He managed to get her by the hair but sprained his right ankle in the process.

With each painful step he marched the crying girl to a vacant Kill Room. Once inside he oiled his erection up good. Poor Donna lay on her back, hair all disheveled and intently watched as The Bear prepared his erection. Once well oiled he sat high on her shoulders with his legs spread wide apart. Next he forced his enhanced erection slowly down his victims throat. The Bear knew millions of fan were intently watching so made it as theatrical as possible. Once fully in he began stroking hard while she wiggled and squirmed about.

Except for the bad ankle sprain he was quit comfortable. The Kill Room was quit cozy and well stocked with food. Somewhere out there in the forest lurked his most deadly competitor, probably the most deadly he'd been up against since achieving the distinction of Imperator. He couldn't go out aggressively hunting her, not with his ankle as it was. No, he'd lay low for 3 or more days and by then he might be healed up enough to go on a Julie hunt.

Out in the forest stumbled young pert Stacy Jess or The Cheerleader as Julie called her. She had poor terrified Neil Dean by the wrist leading him towards a hopefully vacant Kill Room. Stacy was bruised up a bit because of a tussle she'd had with another competitor over Neil. Stacy had come across Amber Dean in a small clearing squatting down on her brothers face, energetically smothering him.

The deadly Hunger Games afforded no room for sentimentality over family relationship; sisters killed brothers, brothers killed brothers, mothers killed sons. On it went with no regard for relationship. It was kill or be killed with survival as the only goal. The earth was hugely over crowded. Many diseases were eradicated, war was all but made impossible, advances in agriculture and test tube food made hunger a thing of the past. People still harbored aggressive tendencies and need a less destructive outlet. The Hunger Games were that outlet. Also, the casual approved smother or stroking of a victim was accepted, even encouraged. Many men and women developed this unique "hobby" of either having victims delivered on a daily basis or went out on the hunt, finding their own victim wherever they could. The Hunger Games as well as off game killing was necessary to keep the vast throng of a population down, especially the traditionally volatile males. People were a surplus in this world and the only approved way of reducing the population was the smother or stroke.

The fight over Neil was over quickly and Stacy led away the gasping for breath Neil. As they walked along in the forest Stacy noticed dark clouds gathering and that electrical feeling in the air. A violent raging storm was brewing. She needed to find a vacant Kill Room fast. With the storm building Stacy found a Kill Room unfortunately it was locked. "Damn," she muttered. Taking a chance she knocked and asked permission to come in. Their was silence then the door slowly opened.

The Great Escape

Heather Yarvick or The Farmer as named by Julie, sat leaning against a huge old tree. Coming from the rugged farm country she was closer to nature and felt early on the the signs of a building of a massive and violent thunderstorm. Heather welcomed it. She had concentrated on only one thing, escape. The violent storm would be an excellent cover to pull it off. Instead of out hunting for victims she scouted out the border. Since she was constantly watched by countless viewers she couldn't do anything overt.

Several areas had possibilities. The Clove City Arena where the game was conducted was nothing more than a large city park temporarily made over into an arena. There were several large trees with equally large branches overhanging the all encompassing and deadly electrical fence. Their was one problem, prior to the game she and all other contestants were injected with a small device that would give her a nasty shock if she approached within 10 feet of the fence. When the nurse went to inject her Heather tensed up her muscles and, as a result, the device didn't go in far. She could even see it just under the skin of her left arm.

Heather raided a vacant Kill Room and finding a back pack filled it with food and anything else that looked useful. The Kill Room looked nice and inviting, a perfect place to relax atop a squirming victim. Heather had to resist the temptation of participating in the games; she made herself concentrate only on escape.

Heather positioned herself so she had a straight shot run to a huge old tree with several overhanging branches. One quick run, an equally quick and easy climb, jump to the ground on the other side and she'd be free. Heather had previously faked an injury to her left arm. Carefully and as nonchalant as possible she dug away at the small pill shaped device just under her skin. Outwardly she had to look about her, as if in fear of a sudden attack by an adversary while all the while she dug away with her fingernails at the device. No one in the viewing audience and game officials should guess what she was up to. Heather doubted many were watching her as they were no-doubt paying close attention to participants working on their respective victims.

At last she removed the bloody device from her arm and smashed it with a rock. Now with a tremendous burst of speed she was up and running. The rain took that moment to burst forth from the sky. First Heather flung her heavy pack over the fence then began to climb the old tree. It was terrifying, the lightening and thunder crashed about her. With her arms outstretched for balance she walked across the tree branch. She could feel it bouncing in the wind and rain. Just below her was the deadly electrified fence. She'd almost made it when their was an ominous crack; the branch had broken.

Heather felt it going down so she jumped. To her joy she had landed just outside the fence. With a quick grab of her pack she was off. Running for her life being chased on by the wind, rain and thunder. She knew they would be after her, drag her back to be killed. Maybe, but for now she was free. She laughed and sang as she sprinted through the surrounding forest.

Back at Clove City Game Headquarters things were glum. Game officials shouted such things as "Fools!" or "Someone is going to pay for this," another added, "Hey it's not my fault. I told everyone we need to trim those trees." Another added. It was assumed by everyone that a search would be taken to drag the fleeing young girl back.

The Mayor, a wise old political dog listened then spoke. The room grew silent. "If we announce someone has escape and institute a search we'll be looked upon as fools. No, let her go. We'll say she was electrocuted and burnt to a cinder when she tried to climb the fence." The mayor's eyes narrowed and looked at the city's park commissioner. "Say Harry, you've got a a couple young sons don't you?" Harry gulped then nodded. What's the youngest ones name? The mayor asked with a sly smile. "Um, James, Little Jimmy." The trembling man stammered. "Make sure you deliver Little Jimmy to my wife, get that done as soon as possible." The Mayors wife had a well deserved reputation of smothering victims, she'd smothered tens of thousands over the years and Little Jimmy would be a delightful morsel for her. "Yes sir," the park official said in almost a whisper.

A Bit of Back Story

Young Wayne had been furiously stroking down on his victim, his own twin. Wayne was new to this smothering/stroking thing and was impatient to make a kill. He was actually quit bored then heard the thunder of an approaching storm. Flashes of lightening illuminated the Kill Room as there were perhaps a dozen small windows all located near the ceiling to let in light.

Aside from the storm his quiet world was now interrupted by a knock on the door and a female voice begged to be let in. It had taken Wayne a considerable amount of time and effort to get his erection full down his victims throat so disengaging to unlock the door would be difficult. Besides the mysterious female outside might attack and he'd go under her and be smothered. Wayne had a weakness for pretty girls though and reached for the remote and pressed, "Open Door."

Stacy shoved Neil, her catch, inside into the Kill Room. It happened none too soon for the sky opened up and a deluge ensued. "Wow, thanks," Said Stacy in obvious relief. Wayne, laying on the floor on his brother in a 69 looked up at her. She was naked except for her sandals, a real beauty. Wayne liked girls but they didn't like him; he was too inept around them.

Stacy immediately shoved Neil to the floor then put her knee into his throat chocking him. Once she had him down she began to converse with Wayne. Unbeknownst to Wayne the cute blonde with the cheerful smile was a deadly killer. He had sealed his own fate by letting a virtual demon inside his safe Kill Room.

Stacy sized up the situation. She'd charm and flirt with the smitten Wayne while all the while plot his death. She couldn't handle all three at once. No, she'd enjoy her present kill, young Neil and wait and watch for an opportunity to present it"s elf. Stacy removed her knee from her victims throat and selected an appropriate smothering oil, a vanilla scented one. She then thoroughly oiled Neil's face and her crotch. Wayne should have noticed how she'd oiled up in a professional manner as though she'd done it thousands of times before. No, the poor lad was bursting with youthful love towards the blonde young thing sharing his Kill Room.

Stacy Jess had come from a rough part of a large city. It was teaming with humanity, a perfect place for a young psycho like herself to hunt. She made her first kill when she was very young; enticing a small boy to her home then to lay on the old mattress on the floor. Her mother was so proud when she saw her daughter with her bare butt spread across the jaw of her twitching victim. He was the first, many more would follow.

Over time the numbers of young males, street urchin types, began to thin. Shop merchants noticed it and realized young Stacy was responsible. With theft down they began to donate small amounts of money and produce to Stacy and her family. The local police noticed as well and dropped off petty young thieves at Stacy's door for her to smother. Stacy's family began to prosper, not much really but they were able to rise up above the grinding poverty.

Though the sexual pleasure of the smother was overwhelmingly delicious it was the kill she craved. The moment of death when a victim, just under her body and intimately connected, would struggle then die. Stacy couldn't get enough of it. Eventually it was her success that was also her demise.

Stacy began to roam farther and farther from home to find victims. She inadvertently began to wonder into an area dominated by two sisters. They also had an arrangement with local authorities to "thin" the male population. Stacy was caught by the police and handed over to the Clove City Hunger Games Committee.

More Kills

Julie was reverse squat smothering young Terrance. He was a cute lad and tried to cooperate with Julies smother. Under normal circumstances Julie might keep such a cute victim around for a few days, enjoying him to the max. However she was in the midst of a Hunger Game and didn't have the luxury of that. Julie was on the verge of killing him when she heard the storm approaching.

The wind and rain assaulted her cozy Kill Room. Then, at the height of the storm she heard a loud crack of lightning then another sound of a huge tree toppling over. She immediately climbed off PF. He blinked up into the light and gasped for breath. Young Terrance was gradually coming around when the tree hit the top of the Kill Room. The room shook hard, like a giant had kicked it. The huge tree then rolled off the rounded slope of the Kill Room and bounced away. The sturdy structure had kept them safe.

This was no time be out on the hunt so Julie was content to keep working on her present victim. The storm raged all the next day and finally subsided. Julie killed off the exhausted PF in a very sexy and orgasm filled frenzy. She then drug his body out into the forest. In doing so Julie noticed the huge upended tree with it's tangle of roots now exposed. Refreshed after a delicious kill she struck out in a random direction.

In another Kill Room sat a gloomy Bear. He had hoped the frail blonde Donna might last but she expired during the storm. He was anxious to get on with the hunt but his ankle still hurt. Disregarding caution he also left the safety of the Kill Room looking for an easy kill.

Wayne had finally managed to kill of his brother, chocking him to death with his large enhanced erection by stroking down his throat. He'd never killed before. The sexual sensation was exciting to him and he came several times however the actual kill was disconcerting. He just didn't have that killer instinct. Oh yes, he'd kill for survival but only that. His companion Stacy, sharing the small Kill Room was adjacent to him, watching the kill as she lay on her victims face in a 69.

Wayne felt they had become friends, maybe more with the cute blonde. As they lay side by side during the frightening storm Stacy leaned over and kissed him on the mouth. She vowed they would somehow escape and live together. Wayne was enrapture upon hearing such words. He didn't notice an evil like smile on Stacy's face as Wayne finished off his brother, completing the kill.

Stacy needed some more time to complete her kill so Wayne went out on the hunt and promised he'd return with a victim they could both share. Stacy smiled a most demure smile for at that moment she was envisioning his young face positioned under her grinding hips. She had no love for the poor misguided Wayne, her only thought was of him as her next victim.

At that moment another contestant was about to re-enter the hunt, Amber Dean. She was dragging the body of her recent kill Little Timmy out to be collected. Once some distance from her Kill Room she tossed aside his inert form and went out on the hunt. Poor Little Timmy had been a most delicious victim and gave her many exciting orgasms. All good things come to an end and the boy died from her smother. She was no more than a 100 feet away when "dead" Little Timmy began to stir. He sat up exhausted and bewildered. Somehow he'd lived through the Dean girls vicious smother. He appreciated the feeling of a cute naked girl all over him but not the kill that would follow.

Timmy rubbed his blue eyes and set out in a random direction. Amber Deans smother, though ineffective, had been most vicious and left Timmy dizzy and disoriented. Soon he slumped to the ground to catch his breath. While taking in life giving air he noticed an ominous shadow over him.

Young Wayne, hot from a successful kill and madly in love with Stacy Jess, was in a happy mood. Up ahead he saw him, Little Timmy, the weakest contender in the whole game. He was slumped over, breathing hard.

Wayne went up to him, pulled his blonde hair back. He smiled down at his next victim. "Stacy is so going to love this one," he said to himself. Stacy might still be working on her victim and he didn't want to intrude. Wayne inserted his large enhanced erection into the mouth of poor Timmy. He then put both hands to the back of his head and pressed in hard pulling Timmy's face tight to his body.

Timmy was now on his knees with Wayne's erection full down his throat. Wayne began stroking, working his erection in and out of Timmy. Timmy was exhausted; he'd barely survived Amber Deans smother now this.

Wayne was relaxed and looked about him. The forest was still and quiet and had that wet clean smell from the recent storm. The shades of light and dark played across the forest floor. There were a myriad of dark blue wild flowers adding to the beauty. Wayne felt he could stay here all day, enjoying a most delicious victim amid the quiet beauty of the deep wood.

This idyllic situation went on for some two hours or more when interrupted by the sound of someone walking. They were approaching from behind him, just a slow steady walk. Wayne hated to leave his yummy catch but was afraid to face the approaching stranger. Maybe the deadly Julie or the terrifying Bear, he imagined. He quickly pulled his erection from Timmy's mouth and scampered off in the opposite direction.

He was fortuitous for him to run for the stranger was none other than Julie, a most deadly foe. She saw the exhausted Little Timmy slumped over up ahead. This was too good to be true. She quickly grabbed him by the wrist and led him away to the nearest vacant Kill Room. Once inside she oiled up his face. In no time at all she was on him, massaging his young nose deep inside the sensual folds of her female body.

In another part of the forest Amber Dean walked. She trod carefully for death and danger lurked behind every tree. "A tree," she thought and climbed a big old one that overhung a well used path. She sat their for some time enjoying a gentile breeze ruffling the leaves about her. Then she heard the telltale sounds of someone approaching. Amber steadied herself. Then she saw him, it was the Bear, or Teddy Bear to some. He was limping badly. Her first reaction was to pull back and hide. Then she thought. She'd had one successful smother of young Timmy and a wounded Bear looked like easy pickings. She steadied herself then, when he was right under her, she leap.

Their was a crash of naked body to naked body. The Bear was disoriented and swearing to himself. Amber acted quickly and went for his bad leg. She twisted it as hard as she could. They say his scream was heard several miles away. For good measure she twisted a second time. He withered about on the forest floor. Amber next began to drag him away, towards her former Kill Room. He was a heavy young man but she managed it.

Finally she got him inside and oiled up his face and nose. Amber then slowly sat on his face in a reverse straddle smother with the young man"s nose safely up her butt. Once comfortable she began tracking, enjoying a most wonderful smother. The Bear was in too much pain to realize the danger of his situation. Amber had him and was going to enjoy him.

Wayne, with joy in his heart returned to the Kill Room he shared with his true love Stacy Jess. Approaching the room he saw the body of her recent victim Neil Dean laying in the grass. He had a broad smile on his face. Suddenly Wayne felt an object, a rock, graze the back of his head. Then everything turned black.

He awoke, perhaps 15 minutes later with a female mounted atop him. She had him down in the standard straddle smother, furiously massaging his well oiled nose up inside of her. To his shock it was Stacy on him, killing him. He felt such a fool. This was the Hunger Game, no place for love or affection, just kill or be killed. In an instant he went from pure joy to dark despair. The cold hard realization hit him hard; she would kill him.

The forest was silent for now as the hunters were enjoying their catches for the time being. Julie on delicious Little Timmy, Stacy on poor misguided Wayne and a most unusual match, the frail Amber Dean atop an Imperator, The Bear. Long into the night and all the next day they smothered. Their were a few rare bathroom and food breaks but for the most part they stayed mounted on their hapless victims. Their were many sighs of joy and massive orgasms during that time and the Pay Per View crowd got more than their money's worth.

As was said previously all good things must come to an end and, one by one the girls completed their kills. Soon they would go out on perhaps the last hunt of the game. Just three of them: The psycho Stacy Jess, a manipulative and deadly killer, Amber Dean a young girl with a lot of spunk and courage to take on the Bear and finally Julie, a most fearsome killing machine.

The three ambled about all morning, just missing making contact with each other much to the frustration of the viewers. Then to their mutual surprise the all appeared relatively close together in a small clearing. The three young women circled each other warily, watching to see which one would strike first. Two float craft landed and AW's exited, anxious to witness first hand the deadly battle to follow.

Julie was first to notice it. One AW crew had wondered far from their craft leaving Julie and the other two combatants very close to it's open door. Just a short sprint and they could be inside. Julie looked each girl in the eye trying to send a non verbal signal. They looked at her quizzically then noticed themselves. Julie was the first, making a frantic run for the open door. The other two girls followed. Seconds later they were inside with the door closed. Their was pounding and cursing coming from the inept AW who's craft had been stolen.

Julie had sat in the co-pilot's seat on a number of occasions and had a vague idea of how to operate the craft. Once in the pilots seat she heard a desperate plea. "Please get this thing moving," begged a terrified Amber Dean. Stacy Jess was equally terrified. Seconds later Julie had the craft up in the air. She set a course for her home, they would be safe their. Imperators homes are almost untouchable. In-fact Julie herself and being and Imperator would not face any punishment. The flight was quick and soon Julie landed the commandeered craft onto to her spacious well manicured lawn. The girls barely exited the craft, now on remote autopilot, zoomed up into the blue mid-day sky. It made a 180 degree turn and vanished from sight.

Flush with success the girls each did their own version of a victory dance. Julie told her companions they were welcomed to stay at her palatial estate long as long as they liked. She had 5 acres of well manicured land, a massive home, a huge indoor and one outdoor pool, 3 lap pools and all manner of diversions. She could order them each a daily supply of delicious young victims to satisfy their smothering cravings. This would be their prison for the rest of their life. If caught by authorities they'd surely be put to death. The girls shrugged and accepted the inevitable.


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Very well written. My one comment would be to try to make events flow better and finish each story line. We never did figure out what happened to Randy. Other than that I thought it was a great story. Keep up the good work
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