Serving the Dear Leader: Part 3

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Chapter 5 – Unexpected Encumbrances and Revelations

On the morning after she returned to her room, Hong Yong-Hee completed her shower as usual, playing with her new breasts with interest, marvelling at their weight and roundness and the large size of the nipples. Once dried she dressed herself in her uniform, the blouse now straining against her mammoth breasts. Then she returned to her bedroom and, to her surprise, Comrade Jun had a new item for her to wear.

“Yong-Hee, this item is mandatory for all members of the platoon to wear when in the presence of the Dear Leader Himself. It is necessary because if the platoon was infiltrated by Western imperialist lackeys, then they would be unable to harm Him.

The item was made of dark blue leather and had an attached collar. Hong Yong-Hee was ordered to put her arms behind her back, palm-to-palm and then, to her surprise, the item was fitted over them. It was some kind of sleeve and it was quite snug but not painful although it did restrict her from using her arms at all. Yong-Hee could see how it would stop an imperialist spy from harming the Dear Leader as it rendered the wearer helpless but wondered why she needed it as her loyalty to Him was never in question. Still, she knew to accept His wisdom and so meekly let Comrade Kim fit it over her arms and then attach the collar around her neck. Then came something most unexpected and unpleasant. Comrade Jun took some laces at the back of the glove, (which, as she pulled, she informed her charge was called a ‘monoglove’ because it made the two arms as one), which she then began to tighten. At first it wasn’t too bad as they merely forced her hands, palm-to-palm, closer together but as she moved up the arm it became more and more painful, causing her first to squeak with every pull and then, as she approached her elbows, cry out in real pain. Eventually Comrade Jun stopped with a tut and announced, “Hmm, that is enough for today although we are still a way off. Your arms need time to adjust.”

“Adjust to what?”

“The monogloves has to be fully closed so that your elbows touch each other. At the moment it is not so elegant and it does not correct your posture sufficiently.”

“My posture?”

“Yes, the monogloves is not only to keep the Dear Leader safe, but also to make your posture more elegant and ladylike. You are a peasant from Hamgyong Province and you walk like a peasant, not like an elegant lady such as all the members of Platoon 72 should. This monogloves will teach you to do that.”

“But it hurts Comrade? How long before I can take it off?”

“You cannot take it off Comrade Yong-Hee. As you can see, you can do very little wearing it which is how it should be for a member of Platoon 72. That is why I am here, as your personal servant. Every member of the platoon has one. No, you cannot take it off and neither am I allowed to do so. Platoon members wear their monogloves for most of their waking hours and at night too, even when the Dear Leader is not here for He has instructed that it is healthy for a girl’s arms to be restrained in such a manner for at least six hours each day. I remember well Comrade Yong-Hee when He came to our quarters when I was supervising my last charge and, after viewing the lacing up of a monogloves gave some of His immortal On The Spot Guidance saying to me, ‘Comrade, although these girls may find wearing these gloves difficult, it is your duty to ensure that they are fully laced for as long a period as possible for it is the last hours that do the good. The third hour does more good than the first and second taken together. The fourth hour does more for the habits than all three earlier ones. The fifth hour provides a more persuasive remedy than all four previous ones, and the sixth hour is the most curative of all those which have gone before. I believe and I recommend that you should bind your charge’s arms in this manner for at least six hours each day moving on to all day long unless they are needed for other purposes and, when she is able, at night as well.’ Dear Comrade Yong-Hee, that was the happiest day of my life when He spoke to me with such care and consideration for my duties.”

“I can imagine Comrade, but please tell me, what did the girl who was being laced up say?”

“Oh, she said nothing because she could not as she was wearing what I am about to put on you: a gag.”

And as she spoke Comrade Jun produced a white ball of plastic on a strap which she inserted into the surprised pioneer’s mouth and then fastened tightly behind her head. With it in there, her mouth was forced wide open so her jaws began to ache and the only noise that she could make was a muffled groaning.

“So silent and elegantly restrained!” exclaimed Comrade Jun. “Comrade Hong Yong-Hee, you do so remind me of my old charge, Comrade Han Jong-Sim, what a beautiful girl she was and such a favourite of the Dear Leader. It was sad for me the day that she moved on from us but I am sure that she is very happy in the home of General Kim Kyong-Hui. Now, how are you feeling? All ok?”

Yong-Hee wasn’t feeling that ok to be honest. Her arms throbbed painfully her mouth really ached. But helpless and silent as she was, she couldn’t express such thoughts to Comrade Jun and besides, even if she could, hadn’t the Dear Leader Himself decreed that Platoon 72 members wear such things? Whatever hardship she was enduring, surely it was nothing to what the soldiers at the front, the workers on the Huichon Power Plant and, of course, the Dear Leader Himself who toils ceaselessly for the good of the Motherland. Nonetheless, she would liked dearly to have removed both the gag and the monogloves and then, what was to come next.

“Please Comrade, come to the bed, kneel on the floor and bend over so that you upper body is lying face down on the mattress. Now what I am doing now may seem a little strange and shocking to you, but again it is on the personal instructions from the Dear Leader and so you are not to resist, do you understand?”

Yong-Hee nodded and did as she was asked. She bent over so that he newly-enlarged tits were squashed under her like two huge cushions whilst her arms were left up in the air like the mast of an old sailing ship. This done, then to her shock and dismay, Comrade Jun removed her panties and took out a small object made of white plastic which was shaped a little like a pine tree but with a wide base. “All the platoon members must wear a plug,” explained Comrade Jun, “for your rear hole may be used just as much as the front and so it needs to be stretched. Indeed, looking at the shape of your lovely bottom, one of the finest that I’ve seen, I don’t doubt that you will please Him far more there than in the usual way.”

This speech did not make much sense to Yong-Hee, but things began to get very clear when the hanbok-clad servant began massaging a lubricant around her bottom hole and then trying to force the plastic plug into it. “Relax your muscles, Comrade, don’t fight it!” instructed Comrade Jun as she worked it into a place where Yong-Hee had never even thought of having something inserted. Eventually it popped it and would not come out again, her sphincter muscles closing in around the ‘trunk’ of the ‘tree’ holding it in place.

“As I said, all platoon members are plugged and gradually those plugs are changed so that the stretching is sufficient. You are wearing the smallest now; there are four sizes up to go.”

The smallest it may have been, but it made Yong-Hee feel very full down there. Her panties were pulled up, her skirt patted down and she was declared ready to attend her classes. And so she left the room, full down below, her arms pinioned behind her and throbbing agonisingly, her enormous breasts thrust forwards due to her pulled-back arms and her mouth silent and jammed open by her gag. What on earth was Platoon 72 all about and what more would she have to endure for the benefit of the Motherland?

Links to all parts of the story:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

2 thoughts on “Serving the Dear Leader: Part 3

  1. I just hope to read the buttplugs gradually increasing to truly huge dimensions on the girls of platoon 72 ! Why ?
    Solely for the fun to read it 😀 Small asian girls (mostly?) sporting vastly implanted breasts and punishingly dildoed asses as well as mouths extremely “gagged to their eyeballs”… as they say.
    Maybe even some gauge increase of (some?) piercings and stretching imaginable ? Now that would be a treat :))

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