Centuri pt2 (Patreon)

“Oh my god!” Cynthia screamed as Allen drove his two and a half feet of thick steel girder hard cock into her depths again. The naked pair were fucking out in the open in the arena and had been at it for hours. No one was going to disturb them, all the batons had been shut off, most of the tributes were in designated safe rooms specially prepared for these games. Cynthia was a mess of molasses thick ball juice, her golden skin completely covered from Allen’s non stop penile discharge. He hadn’t stopped cumming since he’d fucked her throat. Her enhanced tongue massaging his shaft, jerking him off in her mouth as he fucked her throat nearly raw thanks to his impossible size.

“This body is made for my cock.” He shouted.

“Oh yes baby, fuck me, you own my fucking whore body you fucking god of a man!” She howled as another orgasm sent her into convulsions. Allen had her bent over the table that held their brand new enhancements. Even the table was covered in Allen’s thick jism. His own hands squeezing her hips so hard they left impressions, were covered in his slimy ball batter. As he slammed his tree trunk fuck stick into her body Allen’s cock spasmed with fresh cum, he’d gotten used to the feeling of still fucking during an orgasm after his victory in his Enhancement games, now his orgasms didn’t stop. The increased sensitivity and the feeling of his balls emptying constantly made him slow his thrusts at first, now he pulled back and rammed home without interruption.

Harder and harder he smashed his hips into hers, the sticky cum connecting their bodies in thick drooping strands before spreading all over their bodies when his hips crashed in again. Over Cynthia’s orgasmic screaming Allen could hear the table start to shift and slide. They’d fucked hard enough to rip the table from the floor it was secured to, Allen didn’t know he was that strong, every piece of furniture he’d used since his games always held firm no matter who he was fucking. Using the fact the table couldn’t hold still anymore he tightened his grip in Cynthia’s hips and started pushing her away as he pulled back only to yank her backward as he thrust in even harder. “Oh my GOD!” She screamed, her pussy exploding with orgasmic juices in response to this even harder and deeper pounding. 

Every time their hips met the table shook, it started groaning then tearing itself from the ground. On one thrust it shifted suddenly, it was enough to alert Cynthia mid cum. “Huh…wh…what?” She asked panting.

“Shut up and keep screaming bitch.” Allen growled, on his next thrust he pulled her against him, slipped his arms around hers and pulled the inflated hypersexed bimbo into a standing nelson right as the tables supports finally gave in and the thing was hip checked clear off the platform.

“H…holy shit.” She said eyes wide seeing the destruction. “HOLY SHIT!” She howled being hefted up on almost Allen’s full two and a half feet of cock and slammed back down on the thick turgid length.

“I’m not done with you.” He said.

“Oh fuck! Never stop! Keep fucking me!!!” She screamed, not surprised if the entire arena heard her. Allen’s cock kept spasming and blasting cum into his partners constantly refilling body, it oozed down his legs in slow thick rivers to now cover the platform but Allen’s feet were planted firmly. He’d been feeling increasingly light headed for the past hour. He recalled his the enhancement that made it so he could keep cumming came with a warning, too much of it could hurt it even kill him unless he shut it off. He growled in frustration and mentally commanded himself to stop cumming all the time. The sensation was like shoving a stopper in his cockslit. Plugging himself up even as his balls ached with pressure and need to empty. Turning off that enhancement seemed to dull his sensitivity, fucking Cynthia still felt amazing but it the pleasure was muted. He’d have to remember that. 

An hour later he had his partner and lover bent against a wall. One of his big hands had her waist, the other was tightly wrapped in her hair as his hips slammed into hers. Her legs were spread enough to see the thick strands of mixed fuck slop pouring down from where his monster cock was stretching her tight pussy. He felt that ever familiar sensation in his balls. Allen was pleased knowing cumming the old fashioned way didn’t feel any different than it used to. He sped up his thrusts, the urgent crashing of his hips into hers sent waves of pleasure rippling through Cynthia. She screamed again as she came hard. Her new long tongue lolling from her mouth, licking her own drool from her chin, tasting the old cum still coating her tits, then wrapping around her neck to choke herself as her orgasm ran its course. They’d been at it a while now but Allen knew he had more fucking to do, Cynthia had one more hole to ravage. He fought the  building pleasure and slowed his thrusts. Letting go of her hair and body he stepped back, yanking his painfully hard cock from her well fucked womanhood.

“Give me your ass slut.” He growled, slapping her firm round bubble butt hard, then he grabbed her hips, pressed his thrumming and pre cum leaking cockhead to her balloon knot ass hole and threw his body into hers. Two feet of cock disappeared in her ass on the first thrust. 

“Oh fuck yes! Fuck my ass baby! I love it!” She cried out, her voice easily heard through the zone. In the capital cameras zoomed out and the feed switched to microphones in the distance of the copulating couple to hear Cynthia’s lusty howling. They were watched from a dozen different angles, and a handful of distances, highlighting the couple, individual body parts, each lover, and the overall picture of the pair fucking amidst a pool of thick still steaming cum. 

He threw himself forward and pulled her back as hard as he could. Every thrust pushing deeper and deeper into her ass. Cynthia’s holes were always tight, one of the things all female victors shared, they couldn’t stretch to accommodate the biggest guys but they always reverted to feeling like virgin holes after a few hours. The trick, Allan’s many neighbors had eagerly shared with him, was to just keep fucking. He only stopped when he’d been summoned to the capital, which was more often than he liked. His cockhead smashed and crashed through her anal canal, forcing her wide, she screamed and spasmed in his hands as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her, Allen didn’t stop.

They spent the night fucking like they were possessed out in the open for every camera and microphone to witness. They ran through dozens of positions before they stopped and fell asleep. 

Allen awoke to the sunrise and  Cynthia’s naked form pressed against his, her head was resting in his chest and her newly lengthened tongue wrapped around the top of his two and a half foot cock, the tip of her sloppy saliva coated tongue playing with the slit opening of his cum cannon.

“The taste of your cock will never get old.” She said in slurred speech, keeping her mouth open so her tongue could continue its play. “I especially love tasting myself on you.” She added, her tongue slid down to the middle of his shaft and started jerking him off.

“You’re a fucking whore.” He groaned.

“I’m your fucking whore baby.” She corrected. The sun was coming up and soon their implants and wands would reactivate, meaning they’d be hunted again, like all the others. They knew they had to keep moving, others, namely the careers, would be stalking anyone who wasn’t them and as veterans of their own games they knew how to track prey. Not to mention every other experienced victor still in and the game makers who had who knows what in store for their Centuri tributes. Already they’d experienced zones closing off to trap tributes in one area for a period of time and new special enhancements they had to fight over. 

A chirping caught their attention and descending from the sky on the usual parachutes were two gift boxes. Inside the boxes each found a new outfit to “contain” their assets. Allen’s was a glorified speedo that seemed to mold to the exact contours of his cock and balls, hiding nothing, but keeping any movement down there manageable. Cynthia’s new clothing consisted of a thong too small for her hips that gave her and highlighted very pronounced camel toe and a strip of matching cloth that hung around her neck and somehow adhered to her nipples keeping her huge bouncing breasts contained. They’d considered just going naked and dealing with the action of the games and their free swinging enhanced bodies, the clothing, while barely covering them at all, did help with the bouncing and jiggling of oversized endowments.

They condensed their supplies into one bag each and moved out. They started south, moving from the district two zone into district three. This town had an abundance of shops, doors slid along runners automatically, speakers spat static occasionally, lights flickered, TV screens replayed choice bits from yesterday’s fights and last nights couplings. Again Allen and Cynthia crept through the town, they stopped for a moment so Cynthia could admire how her tits bounced as Allen rode her hard. A long lusty kiss later and they were moving again. They scurried through the town finding and moving up a taller building hoping to get a good view, hushed voices caught their attention and they both hid along hallway leading to the roof. They’d settled in opposite rooms and waited, voices but no one was coming. Allen chances a peak at the open door at the end of the hall, metal steps going up but nothing else. Both listened intently. Cynthia recognized the male voice first. “That sounds like Maco.” She mouthed to her partner. Neither knew the female voice.

“The capital woman?” Allen mouthed his guess, Cynthia shrugged in reply. If the experienced Maco teamed up with the very in over her head Sapphire they’d might be a weak and easily defeated team. Hard thudding up the stairs at the far end, where they came from had them both hide, someone was coming and making no effort to be stealthy. Allen instinctively used his Condenser and shrunk himself to shimmy between two large cabinets. Both breathed slow and steady, trying their best to be silent. “Don’t find us, don’t find us.” Allen repeated in his head, sure Cynthia was doing the same. The heavy foot falls grew closer until Allen guessed they were right outside the rooms. He slowly sucked in a breath and held it.

The floor off to his right creaked, a visitor just stepped into his room, he waited, his body tensed preparing for a fight. More creaking told him his visitor stepped away and in to check out the other room, where Cynthia was hiding. A few very tense minutes later and those heavy steps were headed down the hall toward the open door to the roof. Quietly as he could Allen slipped from his hiding place, he needed to see who that was. He had to lean pretty far to avoid stepping on the creaking part of the floor and alerting whoever was hunting them. His eyes met Cynthia’s as she too snuck a peak around her doorway to check.

What Allan saw, or rather who he saw made him immediately have to concentrate on keeping his dick soft. Puffy curly white hair, slender shoulders and arms, tits so big he could see about half of them around her sides, narrow waist and hips the widened into a perfectly shaped ass he’d recognize anywhere, Jordan, district nine. Her build was deceptive, her muscle wasn’t anywhere nearly as defined as others but the woman was strong. She’d won her games by tossing six tributes, both male and female, in a pile. She then jumped in to the ensuing melee, still throwing people around with one hand while her other held her baton and jabbed at targets. Allen made a “shush” gesture to his partner. 

Jordan hadn’t discovered them yet and the two of them could probably take her down but there were two others on the roof, Crash whom Allen didn’t like the idea of fighting and someone they thought was the female capital tribute, no telling what shape she was in. For now they weren’t being quiet and Jordan was onto them. Allen watched that plump ass slowly take the stairs upwards. The roof conversation stopped. 

“Hey stud, have a big cock for me?” Jordan asked in a taunting voice.

“Sorry bitch, this monster cock already has a set of holes.” Crash answered loud and clear.

“Awe baby, it’s me though, I know you love fucking my tight pussy and I love how good you fuck my ass. Why not lose the spare and get a real woman to worship that mega meat?” Jordan was laughing a little, Allen guessed the capital substitute wasn’t much at the moment. Like the one Allen drained she probably wasn’t prepared and in way over her head. Cynthia’s eyes caught his, in the span of a second a conversation took place. They would wait and see what developed on the roof. Perhaps Crash wouldn’t let his current partner fight alone. He had no stake in which lady he teamed up with but he’d likely prefer the one who’d been a tribute before instead of some pampered capital citizen.

“Hey what are you doing?” The capital sub asked halt shouting. Jordan must be on the attack. 

“Giving him a better slut.” Jordan’s answer sounded like a shout, she was probably launching herself at her opponent as she spoke. Allen listened as a vicious fight took place on the roof. It sounded like someone was getting beaten pretty badly, probably that poor capital girl. Grunts and shouts of pain turned into loud crashing sounds and the occasional bout of deep voiced laughter, Crash seemed to be enjoying the show. The fight didn’t last long, it couldn’t have been more than ten minutes, not very long if you’re the one winning and an eternity if you don’t stand a chance. 

Quiet moments passed, they heard kissing and moaning above, Allen had the idea to ambush them if they went to fuck up there, exposed, easy prey. “Not here.” Jordan said…Allen wasn't THAT lucky. Heavy footsteps had Allen and Cynthia scrambling back to their hiding places. Crashes laughter followed his footfalls with Jordan’s right behind.

“That bitch was nothing.” She said.

“She was good enough to fuck a couple times.” He chuckled.

“Gods I can’t wait to try this new body.” She sighed before shoving him against the wall on Allen’s side of the hallway. They kissed frantically. 

Cynthia risked a peak around the wall. The passing couple were huge, Crash looked like he was bigger than his old self with a bulky body and shoulders so broad he wouldn’t fit in some doors. Jordan made Cynthia’s mouth water, those curves and muscle definition were incredible. She was a moving statue of deep cut a masterfully shaped marble. Her abdominal cum canals were cut so deep fingers would disappear, her arms and legs were swollen with layers of hard thick muscle, her ass hadn’t grown much, smaller than Cynthia’s spherical bimbo butt but it looked like it was all muscle from the way it refused to bounce as she walked, the real show was her tits. The mammoth mammaries were nearly twice her watermelon sized jugs and barely bounced as she walked. 

“Get that cock hard baby, I want you to fuck me out in the open as soon as the batons shut off.” Jordan announced. Cynthia caught movement across from her, Allen leaned out with the same idea. Their gazes met. They spoke with their expressions.

‘We should take them.’

‘No.’

‘They’re not looking.’

‘No!’

‘You get him and I’ll get her.’

‘NO!’

‘Come on.’ She urged but Allen refused to move and Cynthia was forced to abandon the idea. They waited until the pair of bigger tributes took the stairs to the lower floors and their voices faded. Only when they couldn’t hear the conversation or creaking of the floors anymore did they hazard a whisper.

“We could’ve had them.” She said.

“They’re too big.” He insisted. “We need a plan.” He had no issue with hunting his fellow victors but right now they had advantages he and Cynthia didn’t. “It’s about mid day.” He began. “We have a while before the game makers get involved.” He said hoping today would be like yesterday and those special gifts and safe rooms would be saved for the end of the scheduled viewing period. “And remember, they’re locking down these sections of the arena so we’ll get stuck if we’re not careful.” She knew almost everything he was saying but he needed to hear it himself and it would mean viewers back in the districts, and maybe sponsors. They both trusted Allen’s wife Vanessa to act as their mentor for the Centuri and from when he heard during her stint as a mentor, she could talk her way into a pile of gifts when she wanted to.

They crept up to the roof, not trusting the other tributes to have left the area completely. Sure enough the forms of Crash and Jordan were walking in to another building a few blocks away. The roof was a mess, it was clear where Jordan and that unfortunate capital tribute fought, she’d been collected by then but the crater she’d been left on was still there. They hunkered down and started planning. 

It was decided they’d head back to the wooded areas separating the zones and lay traps. They would wait for the even when time was running short then use themselves as bait to get one or both of the others to chase them. If they could run one into a trap and slow them down or separate the two bigger tributes completely they’d could drain one and move on to the other. They caught a glimpse of Crash and Jordan on another roof, they’d ripped off their clothing and Jordan was bouncing energetically on about three and a half feet of thick cock.

With those two occupied Allen and Cynthia hurried down and out toward the woods. It took most of the afternoon to cover the distance around the zones borders. They didn’t have the time to put intricate traps everywhere so they had to be smart about what kinds of traps they would set and where to put them. Simple, sturdy, and effective had to be their criteria. They waited for the sky to darken and the announcement for the special gifts was made. They decided to make their move then. One of them would “accidentally” be seen heading for the gift table and catch the attention of Crash and Jordan. 

Still naked and stilling fluids from an entire afternoon of ‘getting reacquainted’ the pair came into view. Cynthia put on her best acting, she’d gotten very good faking interest and orgasms with people from the capital over the years. She was careful to round a corner just in time for the other two to see her. The bigger tributes didn’t hesitate. The pair took off running for the smaller competitor. They ran past the table almost knocking it over, dirt kicking up as the feet left the ground. 

Cynthia was the faster on her feet between her and Allen. She felt confident she could outrun her hunters, Allen watched from his perch in the trees, Jordan was gaining on his partner. The newly sized up tributes strides were practically leaps in comparison to the voluptuous Cynthia’s hurried steps. He wanted to call out to her, Jordan was getting closer and closer but he couldn’t reveal himself until she’d been chased into the trap or she got caught. He whistled, the call of a Prowl Hawk on the hunt, a sound everyone in district seven knew, you were in danger, predators were close. Hearing the sound Cynthia sped up, her legs moving in a blur, her body’s curves were barely contained in her outfit and the custom clothing was worth every credit the capital spent to make it with just how it kept her tits out of her face as she ran. 

Crash was moving too, his powerful legs pumping hard but with Jordan recently upgraded he couldn’t hope to keep up. While Cynthia was leading Jordan in a serpentine pattern the big man had figured out where she was going and was making up distance by running straight for her presumed destination.

With the two pursuers closing in Allen pulled back deeper into the trees to take his position. Cynthia’s chest heaved with each breath, her stupendous tits barely moving at all with her skimpy top, if Allen could just focus on her he’d be impressed and so hard he wouldn’t be able to think.

Jordan and Crash had almost caught up to Cynthia when they hit the tree line. Some labor districts had an advantage in certain types of terrain, district four had far and away the best swimmers, district ten could move without disturbing most animals, district twelve were masters of anything involving caves. In the woods no one could move like those from district seven. You could practice and get proficient sure, but everyone from seven had a natural grace that couldn’t be learned. While she was slower than her pursuers, in the trees Cynthia couldn’t be caught. 

She lead the pair along with Allen leaping from tree to tree above hoping their noisy chase didn’t give him away. Most experienced tributes would immediately be suspicious of any clearing they came across, knowing that Allen and Cynthia set their trap in a tightly wooded area with plenty of uneven terrain. It limited what they could do with the space but as their prey ran headfirst into the preset snares the position paid off. Jordan’s foot got caught in a Trip Hole, a moderately deep hole usually used in batches and covered with leaves to hide them. She fell on an angle and right into a pair of Snares that tightened around her other ankle and elbow on that same side.

Seeing Jordan go down had Crash stopping immediately but he was already caught. Alien rugged a line and a backpack ripped over dropping leaves and rocks from above. Disoriented and trying to cover his head from the falling debris left him open for Allen to trigger an another backpack, this one weighted and on a swinging rope to knock the big man off balance. Allen charged just as he let the backpack go and he tackled Crash just after the rock filled bag hit him, baton in hand.

Jordan’s shouts filled the trees as Cynthia had jumped on her back and rammed her baton between the woman’s shoulder blades, the effect was immediate. On impact Allen had jabbed his baton into the bigger man’s ribs and his body flooded with size and strength. Allen and Cynthia struggled with their prey, having so much size already meant they could fight harder and longer then a regular tribute and twice Jordan almost shook Cynthia off, she’d wrapped her around around the other woman’s neck to hang on. Crash did get free when Allen caught an elbow to the head, thankfully he stumbled over some roots and the district seven victor had no trouble grabbing him again and laying him out with a blow of his own. Allen’s baton beeped the completion of its task. The once huge Crash now just an emaciated and barely moving husk of a man.

Surprisingly the custom clothing Allen and Cynthia wore didn’t tear as they grew, whatever this new stuff was it stretched with their expanding proportions. They looked at each other when it was over, eyes wild from the exhilaration, bodies almost visibly vibrating with the expansion energies. They tore of their clothing, cynthia ripping off her top and bottoms, Allen shredding his pants until they stood across from each other and took their partner in. They were both covered in sweat, not just from the chase or the fight, draining fellow victors felt different now, their bodies were beyond what they looked like after their own games. 

Cynthia’s hair had thickened, the shining silver strands now more a mane wild and long, falling to her knees now. Her shoulders had widened slightly and her arms had bulked with the muscle of a career. Her tits were truly monstrous, massive orbs now could be mistaken for exercise balls, her tummy was tight and now showing clear eight pack abs, her hips exploded outward to accommodate an ass now seemingly separate from her thick firm legs. The plump cushioned seat giving her lower half a perfect “P” side profile. She stood there with her legs apart, her thighs soaked with nectar and her pussy dripping her ample arousal.

Allen’s cock throbbed. He was taller, maybe half a foot added to his height and the breadth of his shoulders. His muscles had muscles, his body bulked obscenely, arms and legs almost as thick as his waist, his biceps bigger than his head even before he flexed. His abs now a deep cut twelve pack, each a brick like slab of concrete hard muscle. Between his legs hung a pair of balls twice the size of his head, a set of nuts that felt almost too heavy to move, hanging over the obscene oblong orbs was a shaft almost as thick as his thigh. The tremendous trunk hung down do his calf now. 

They looked toward each other, wanting to see what these new bodies could do, needing to fuck each other. In the distance the pillar of light flashed, the special gift wouldn’t be there much longer. “We should make our way back to the town.” Cynthia said, was she drooling a little?

“Yea…” Allen couldn’t finish his response, out of nowhere a pair of massive shadowy forms came from the trees on an angle and shoulder tackled him. He was knocked off his feet and carried almost twenty feet before they all fell down a hill. Cynthia ran after her partner but the shield wall went up as Allen and the shadows dropped down the hill and out of sight.