Katniss is pranked

It's been a few days since Rue and I formed our alliance. I was surprised that the Gamesmakers allowed us solitude without forcing us into conflict with other Tributes, but then I supposed my half-nudity was providing plenty of entertainment.

I stalk my prey through the undergrowth, taking care as to where I placed my feet. I'd always been light on my feet when hunting, but I found that going barefoot made me even more so. I'd instructed Rue to forage for some berries to allow me to hunt in peace. Not because she was noisy (she'd managed to sneak up on me, after all), but because I hunted best when I was alone. We made sure to stay within earshot of each other, just in case we needed to rush to the other's aid.

I re-adjust my grip on Rue's knife as I close in on the rabbit as my stomach quietly rumbles. I'd often gone hungry back home in District 12, but I'd eaten like royalty in the Capitol, and my body had become used to extravagant meals three times a day.

My concentration breaks when I feel something tighten around my leg, and before I can clock what is happening, I'm yanked into the air by my ankle. Looking up, I saw that whoever had set the trap had done their homework. The rope was latched around my ankle, and frantically wiggling my bare foot didn't loosen it. I manage to fold my torso up to grab hold of the rope, but my awkward posture didn't allow me the strength to untie it, and I soon had to flop back down. In the confusion, I dropped the knife, and despite stretching as far as I could, I was suspended a few feet too high for me to reach it.

"Oh, my, what do we have here? A little virgin, all alone."

Amidst my struggle, I hadn't heard the career pack approaching.

The girl from District 1 moves in front of me, and it's only then that I realise that my skirt has flopped over my stomach, revealing my bare crotch. I desperately try to cover myself, but the girl was getting an eyeful of my privates.

"My, my, you really are pure, aren't you?" she smirked. Pulling out her knife, she laid the flat edge of the blade against my slit. I stay as still as possible as she runs the cold metal over the thigh, calf and foot of my loose leg, and back down the other, followed by gently tapping my buttocks.

I instinctively recoil as the blade touches my bare stomach, and I feel her tracing the outline of my shoulder blades and cheekbones.

"You must be so cold wearing that!" she laughed. "But how will you get sponsors if your rack isn't out? Let me help you with that."

Sheathing the knife, she grabbed the sides of my top and pulled it down, so that my boobs popped free. Providing some assistance to get it past my head, she predominantly let gravity do the work, as the garment slipped over my shoulders and down my arms. I gripped it once it reached my hands, but she was able to easily free it from my grasp.

As soon as my hands were free, I slapped them across my chest, but the District 1 girl was busy yanking my skirt up my legs and working it off my one loose foot. The rope around my other ankle prevented any further stripping...but only until she pulled out her knife and sliced through the rope, and sent me tumbling to the ground. Winded, I was unable to stop her whipping my skirt off my bare foot.

I curl into a ball, but agonising pain shot through my skull as I'm dragged along the ground by my hair. I have enough awareness to close my eyes and mouth before my face is rubbed into the mud. I gasp for air as I'm pulled off the ground, before being dumped into a patch of nettles. I cry out in pain and manage to wriggle free...but right back into the arms of the Careers.

I'm flipped upside down, slammed against a tree, and lashed against it. My arms are wrapped around the trunk and tied together, and my legs are pulled as far apart as possible, completely exposing my secret. Leaves are stuffed into my mouth, which muffles my groans when I'm slapped between the legs. While one of the Tributes finishes tying off my ankles, the others fling mud at me, rub nettles over my already stinging body, and, after a few minutes foraging, cover me with berries, sap, and whatever other horrible juices they could find. As a final touch, another rope is tied around my mouth, preventing me from spitting out the foliage in my mouth. It also masks my giggles as someone begins tickling my bare soles and armpits.

"Such a child!" someone laughs cruelly as they attack my stomach. My pleading for them to stop is muffled, which means I can't tell them that much more of this and I'm going to wet myself.

Fortunately, they stop before that happens.

I'd never been particularly bothered about my appearance, but I knew that I must look disgusting. If Peeta had found me attractive before, he surely wouldn't now.

Wait, where was Peeta? Amidst the chaos, I hadn't realised that he wasn't part of the group.

"Oh, we ditched your boyfriend down by the river," the boy from 2 explains, correctly reading my expression. "I guess he'll never get to fuck you before he bleeds out."

Peeta WASN'T my boyfriend, and I definitely didn't want to have sex with him...but I didn't want him to die!

I struggle in vain against my bindings, which only results in another round of laughter.

"You just hang in there, virgin!" the girl from 2 laughs. "You must be BURSTING, so try and keep you legs closed!"

I glare at them; they've fixed me into a position which means I can't squeeze my bladder shut, and all of their tickling meant I didn't know how long I'd be able to hold it.

As their noises fade away into the woods, my eyes start to well up with tears.

This was SO embarrassing! I just hope Rue isn't too far away and can come to my rescue before something worse happens...