The Sapphic Games Pt 01

The Sapphic Games - Part 1: The Offerings

When I wake up, the air around me seems cold and the silence outside is absolute. As I sit up and stretch my feet to the floor, I pull at my blanket to attempt at keeping the cold at bay, but it's of no use. The deep cold permeates the air around me, and I feel it through my skin reaching into my heart. A glance at the clock on the dormitory wall shows the time and date gleaming, and it all makes sense. 12:01am, Tuesday 1st July. This is the day of the reaping.

I quickly slip out of my pyjamas and they fall to my feet. I step over them to approach my small wardrobe from which I take the long sequin blue dress I have prepared for this day. I know I won't be getting back to sleep after this, so I'd might as well get ready.

As I zip up the dress, it hugs my body all the way down from my 34D boobs to the right where my vagina pubes start, where it flares out a little. I'm trying my best to portray elegance but also sophistication and I hope, intelligence.

The Reaping that's happening today was caused by the rebellion of unruly women; so I feel it is my responsibility to show myself in the best possible light.

A glance around the dormitory shows mostly sleeping young women; with a few signs of failed attempts at sleep (tossing and turning, pillow fluffing, etc) and a few empty beds.

As I make my way out into the common room, I'm greeted by the missing members of my dormitory amongst a smattering of other women. The ladies of District 12.

I cross to the carpeted lounge section, and sit with some girls I know around a small table with a pitcher of coffee set up in the centre of it. I commence a morning of chain-drinking coffee and discussing the morning ahead.

"Try not to look so miserable Adreena," Courtney said to me as she poured my first cup of black coffee.

I glare at her over the brim of my steaming mug.

"It's our first year as entrants," she continues. "Our odds of not being Offered don't get any better."

I had to concede her this as I gazed around at the scattered groups of ladies unable to sleep and talking to each other; some were clearly experiencing higher levels of stress and agitation than others.

The rules of the reaping really weren't positive for us. You became eligible at 18, once you'd graduated from school. That year, your name is entered once. At nineteen, twice. And so on, until your final year of eligibility, twenty-four, when your name is in the pool seven times! At Twenty-Five we reach the age of ascension and can progress from tertiary studies to potentially work in government; but generally housekeeping for the men.

Across the entire city of Campost; this is the way of life. Men go through schooling, studying exclusively for the district's discipline, then wind up in Government or in their industry, working for the Capitol. Girls go through school studying health, hospitality and social sciences. When we progress to specialise in tertiary it's up to us to decide whether we put it all on the line and study for one of the incredibly tough to get jobs in government; or to try and earn top marks as a housekeeper and find work in a better residence.

Courtney, like me, is studying for a position in government within Capitol. I can't stand the idea of not giving everything I've got to try and create a change.

Abigail and Bonnie are also sitting with us in our coffee circle. They're both studying health and housekeeping, and from what I hear, Abigail is the top student of all her classes. Neither of these two girls have gotten changed out of their pyjamas; and I can see their breasts down their tops; perky from the cold, every time they pour a coffee refill.

Slowly, the common room fills up as further people wake, and gradually everyone gets dressed. By eleven o'clock we're all ready and waiting on the subway platform beneath our building that goes unused except for Reaping.

The R-Train passes through all 12 districts before returning to Capitol with all eligible women. As I board with Courtney, Abi and Bonnie; I see all variety of women I've never seen before. It's clear that we've all had our own thoughts on clothing. I'm seeing everything from immaculate ball gowns to the blonde woman standing across from me who seems to be wearing high heeled shoes, fishnet stockings, and a belt; but nothing else.

She catches me staring at her enormous round pointy tits and smiles. "Give the Capitol what they want hey?"

District 12 was the last station, yet it was still a long journey back to Capitol. I speak with other women from different districts and learn much on wat life is like outside District Twelve. No matter what happened however, I was always drawn back to staring at the magnificent breasts in front of me, and even faked dropping something to get a better look at her small bald pussy. The owner of these beautiful body parts is Savanna, and we share a passion for sticking it to the people that try to keep us down, and doing our best to make a change in society.

The instant we arrive however, the doors pop open, and my thoughts snap back to the Reaping as we're all ushered out onto the platform where multiple sets of stairs reach through the ceiling above. They're numbered one through twelve, and it's clear that they're district designated.

"Good luck!" Savanna says to me and steps quickly towards me. I put my hands up automatically, which results in me accidentally grabbing each of her massive tits, but she just gives me a quick kiss on the lips.

"Ohh..." she says with a wry smile as she pulls back from the peck, then pulls down the top of my dress exposing my tits which she gropes as she starts to make out with me.

I really don't know what's happening but snap back to reality as she gives me a finger-roll wave and I watch her peach shaped ass walking over to the district five stairs.

"Adreena!"

Courtney and the girls are waiting for me at the bottom of twelve's stairs, and I hurry on over. "Got a bit held up did you?" Courtney smiles at me as we begin the climb, and I'm really lost for what to say. I've never really thought about touching or kissing another girl like that before in my life; and honestly, I didn't hate it. This is reinforced by the moist wet feeling between my legs as we reach the top of the staircase.

Male ushers guide is along, and I get the sense they're all smiling at me. I try to keep my cool, as we sit together in a row; beneath a long vast stage.

I look to my sides and see all of these beautiful women, in states of fear, false confidence or denial.

As I look down at myself, I think I've finally seen what's caused all the men that have just seen me to smile. I never pulled my dress back up after being kissed and groped by the blonde bimbo; and my boobs have been on show to everyone since that moment.

Again; I though I'd be overcome with shame or embarrassment, but honestly, I didn't care.

The clock struck two and the President of Campost rose to the podium, and addressed his audience of women, and cameras broadcasting him live to every household and screen around the city.

He speaks to us all of the dark history uprisings and rebellions that tore Europe and the world apart. He speaks of how a community of people got together and built our city up from the ground. Following the work of a miner, a carpenter, a plumber, a lumberjack, an engineer, a mechanic, a farmer, a scientist, a teacher, a doctor, a designer and an astronomer; Campost rose from the ashes; and we honour them to this day with each of the city's districts specialising in a specific field of the founders; and the Capitol representing the union of the best in these fields.

Then came the rebellion, and the uprising of women against the Capitol, who were slave driving their husbands, brothers and children into jobs they had no choice in and forcing women into caring for them with no chance at a higher position. This rebellion was quashed, but it earned men more reasonable working hours and gave women a seat at the table of government in Capitol.

I looked to the row of seats behind President Hefner, and saw six other men in flashy suits and just one woman; who appeared to be wearing an extremely tight colourful bodysuit. So much for her power.

President Hefner continued, that we simultaneously celebrate the positive change instigated by the uprising and express our sorrow and regret of rebellion each year, through the Sapphic Games.

The rules of the Sapphic Games are simple. In punishment for the rebellion, each of the twelve districts must provide one girl, called an Offering, to participate. The Twelve offerings will be imprisoned in a vast arena that can hold anything from an icy desert to a burning wasteland. Over a period of several weeks, the competitors must pleasure themselves and dominate others. The last Offering standing wins.

Taking women from their districts and forcing them to masturbate and dominate each other sexually while the whole world watches on their tv screens. This is how the Capitol reminds us that we are totally at their mercy. How bad an idea it is to start any other rebellion. Whatever words they use, the message is clear. "Look how we take women and make them sexual objects for all to enjoy, then sacrifice all but one of them while there's nothing you can do. If anyone lifts a finger; we'll kill you all, just as we did in the rebellion.

Capitol ramps up the humiliation by making a big event out of the Sapphic Games, treating it like a festival with parties and spending and celebration. The winner is granted a life of luxury in the Capitol, and the district the winner comes from have their wages and supplies from Capitol doubled for the year that follows.

"It is both a time for thanks, and a time for repentance," states President Hefner.

He turns around and motions toward the chairs behind him, then steps to the side as the woman I saw in the seats behind him earlier jumps up and skips towards the podium. Whatever it is she is wearing offers her no support whatsoever, and the effect is her tits bouncing in every direction as she jumps.

She leans in to the microphone and says seductively, "Happy Sapphic Games, and may the orgasms be ever in your favour."

She pulls from beneath the podium a round tub with the Roman numeral I on it. President Hefner steps forward reaching his long arm into the bowl to withdraw a single strip of paper, which he hands to the woman.

"The Offering from District One, Tawnee Capri!"

I raise myself up a little and look over to the far side of the auditorium. A girl slightly older than me had risen from her seat and is making her way up onto the stage. She's greeted by a kiss in the cheek from the President before being guided through black curtains at the rear of the platform.

By this time, the woman at the microphone had pulled out a tub with the number II on it, and President Hefner was drawing a second name.

"The Offering from District Two, is Isabelle Nava!"

And so it continued from District Three (Felicity Summers) to District Eleven (Gaye Princewater). I was shocked and tears sprung to my eyes when the beautiful blonde bimbo I had exchanged gropes and kisses with earlier, was the Offering from District Five. I felt my shock and sadness couldn't get any worse, until..

"The Offering from District Twelve, is Adreena Winters."

What?!

Courtney, Abi and Bonnie were looking at me in abject horror and I really didn't know what to do. I looked to the end of the row and a mar usher was staring at me, motioning for me to get on stage immediately.

This is what the Capitol wants..

'Well screw them!' I think to myself fiercely as I rise from my chair and pushed the rest of my dress down. I march up onto the stage completely naked, determined that they will not get the best of me.

As I approach the podium where President Hefner and the woman await me, I see that all she's in fact wearing is body paint. The one woman who made the cut, and she's there for the pleasure of the men. I walk to the back of the stage and feel the men's eyes staring at my ass as I go.

This really is what the Capitol wants.

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The curtains lead me through to a wide white room with twelve egg chairs positioned in a semi-circle around an area of carpet. Seated already in eleven of the chairs are the other eleven Offerings. My acquaintance from District Five rushes up to me as I pass through the door, and we share a warm but slightly tearful embrace. Despite the tension of the situation and the people looking on, I can't help myself but reach down to place my hands on her warm firm butt.

Inadvertently, we start making out again, before being interrupted by a melodic high toned male voice.

"Offerings! Heroes! Champions! Idols! Here you are, one and all; ready for, what I think, will be the greatest Sapphic Games ever!"

As we resume our seats, my attention is suddenly drawn to the multiple cameras set up around the room currently streaming this at every possible angle. The man who entered the room, whom I now recognise as the famed presenter Julius Velacio, takes stage at the centre of the carpet; and opens his arms to address us all.

"The One-hundredth annual Sapphic Games! Champions, every one of you, and you will experience that here, I guarantee." Julius beams around the room at us all. "And to start off your Legendary Sapphic Games experience, please allow our hosts to show you to your rooms!

I look up and over to my right, where I see enter through the same door through which Julius had come, twelve women who look vaguely familiar. As they come to stand beside our chairs, I suddenly realise they are all previous winners of the Sapphic Games!

They stand us up and escort us back out through the door by which they entered. Being District Twelve, I'm last in line, and I catch Julius speaking to the cameras as I leave.

"We are bringing you coverage this year unparalleled by anything previous. You will stay with your offered Champions, right the way through their induction and training for first time ever..."

His voice gets cutoff as the door closes behind me, and we silently follow our guides down a long corridor to a large elevator that we are all able to comfortably fit inside.

I see the guide nearest the door press the button for the highest level; then the doors close and we ascend.

The whole time we're in the elevator, I'm looking around at the other Offerings who will be my competition. The variety of women in front of me in truly intimidating.

Tawnee Capri of District One, can't be more than 19. She has beautiful straight golden-brown hair that hugs her cute face and sparkling brown eyes, falls over her shoulders to a length about in line with her nipples. Tawnee's wearing slightly faded blue jeans with a white singlet top under a beige cardigan.

Isabelle Nava of District Two is tall and skinny, with straight dark brown hair reaching down to her ass. Her face was sweet heart shaped with big hazel eyes; and she wore a well fitted black skirt suit.

Stacey Vinx is of District Three, and is roughly my height with dirty blonde hair. She's skinner than me too, probably with smaller boobs but it's hard to tell under the zipped up leather jacket she's wearing.

District Four's Offering is named Kiera Muller. Kiera has shoulder length burgundy hair, with a long face that gave her an almost curious look. She wore only a tight blue tank top covering two small breasts, and jeans cut off just above the knee.

Savanna Michaels has visibly drawn the attention of everyone in the elevator. Naked except for heels, fishnets and a belt; with boobs you can't help but stare at for awhile. I'm kind of glad she's drawing attention away from my nudity at this stage.

District Six's Offering is the tall beautiful Diana Winlow; with hair that's red, brown and golden all at the same time. She's skinny with small boobs also, but the tight short dress she's wearing which by the looks of it, is actually just a shirt; makes them stick out so you notice them. I also see she's not wearing anything under the dress, but her pussy stays well hidden between her legs, except for her clit hood peaking out.

District Seven's Offering is a slightly bigger girl, Erica Sophie, who's got curves that start and just don't know where to stop. She's wearing a low cut red and white V-neck which shows off her huge tits, which are bigger than Savanna's if less perfectly formed. A tiny denim skirt is wrapped around her hips, with her legs bulging out below. Looking closer, I can even see her shiny silver panties just beneath the skirt.

Remy O'Reilly is from District Eight. Remy's dressed all business, with big black glasses, tight black skirt and white blouse, with her hair drawn up in a tight bun. She's rocking back and forth slightly with a worried look on her face.

District Nine gave us Faye Raven, who I think's 24, but has freckles over her face making her look less than 18. Faye's got brown hair which I suspect she's dyed from red; and a medium sized body; and she's wearing only a green onepiece that covers from her tits down her midriff, and extends just in the middle to cover her pussy and ass crack.

District Ten's Offering is Britney Applegate, who's tall like Isabelle Nava, but with messy blonde hair. While her body was medium sized; her chest was all but flat, which was surprising as her ass was like two big balloons. She's wearing a pink sports bra and yoga pants, which are so stretched over her butt that when she turns I can see her butt right though them.

District Eleven's Offering is a short 18 or 19 year old girl named Alexis Maree. Alexis has her hair cut short, and dyed pitch black. Her small frame is now plain to see, as she pulled off her short summer dress before we entered the elevator, leaving her in a light green bra with matching thong.

We finally reached the top level and all rushed out of the elevator, and were guided to our rooms for the preparation period; numbered one through twelve. I couldn't help but notice as we were left to ourselves to check out our new residences, the door had no lock on it.

The interior of the room though was a sight to behold. An enormous TV screen it was already turned on and broadcasting the live Sapphic Games, showing me a grid of twelve screens, each featuring one of the Offerings. The other girls, like me, were blown away by the extravagance of their rooms, while a commentator mentioned something about how interesting and great it was that they all get to see us in this stage, and wonders how it will aftext the betting. I find a remote and turn the tv off, then wander over to what looks like a bar; yet there's no way to get behind it. Suddenly thirsty I mutter something about wanting a glass of water; and in an instant, a robotic arm has risen from beneath the table, grabbed a glass from the shelf and held it under a spout to fill me a cup, which it then places on the counter for me to take. I finish the water quickly and put the cup back; and the arm retrieves it, washes it using a net of soapy water, then drys it with what seems to be hot air, before returning it to the shelf.

I'm suddenly extremely interested in this bar machine; and all the other wonders the room could hold; so I quickly order an espresso martini, then start strolling around my rooms.

The lounge room has a big stereo with massive speakers but I'm mainly interested in the bedroom and bathroom possibilities.

The bed is as soft and luxurious as I could have hoped for, and has a screen on the walll opposite it almost as big as the loungroom's. Attached to the side of the bed is a removable tablet remote, which by the looks of it controls everything in the room from the temperature to the television to the bed, which moves and massages; to getting food delivered. I press the tantalisingly exciting button labelled "Sex Machines" when I hear my front door open.