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Chapter 9 – Taken by the Dear Leader
“Comrade Pioneers, I have great news for you all! The Dear Leader is gracing us with a visit!”
The whole room erupted with joy. There were screams of happiness and claps all round. Well… there would have been had not all the members of Platoon 72 not been gagged and had their arms bound tightly in monogloves. Their minders however, did the job for them. Comrade Kim waited until the outpouring of joy and exaltation had died down and then continued with her announcement. “He shall arrive tomorrow after lunch and you shall all be presented before Him. Then He shall choose who He will grace with His favour. Remember your training Comrades and remember the Motherland!”
Hong Yong-Hee was filled with happiness. Although she had met Him before, she had never met Him as a member of Platoon 72, the most elite of all the Young Pioneer platoons, and she had never had the opportunity to serve Him before. But would He pick her? Would He even remember that shy young girl who once handed Him flowers? Her mind reeled with the possibilities. As she trained with Comrade Jun-Ae that afternoon she imagined that it was not her friend but the Dear Leader Himself whom she was copulating with, exploring with her tongue, serving in the most intimate way possible. She imagined lying on her grand bed with Him, arms around each other, indulging in the steamiest of passion. It took far less time than usual before their minders had to pull them apart from one another.
That night she hardly slept and in the morning, after her shower and dressing, unlike her usual visit to the pool, Comrade Jun laced her straight into her monogloves before then applying make-up on her face whilst another unnamed comrade styled her hair.
After lunch they were all taken to the gymnasium with the large portrait of the Dear Leader with His fawning pioneers. Stood in a line, ungagged and excited, they waited.
When He arrived, Hong Yong-Hee could barely contain her emotions, but she did so for she was scared that any tears would make her exquisite make-up run. The Dear Leader was not quite as she remembered, somewhat smaller and looking worse for wear, although that was only to be expected after a long journey and doubtless countless days of a lack of sleep and a build-up of tension as He committed Himself to the Motherland. He strode down the line purposefully, his shoes click-clacking on the hard floor, stopping at each pioneer, kissing her on the mouth and making a comment. When He came to her He smiled, took her head in His hands and kissed her on the lips, His tongue exploring the inside of her mouth. His breath stank a little of alcohol but Yong-Hee remembered her training and reciprocated. After awhile He withdrew, looked her up and down and then fondled her bulging breasts with His hands. “My, my, how the little girl has grown!” He commented with a smile, causing Comrade Kim to laugh sycophantically and Yong-Hee to blush with pride. “What’s your name again my lovely?” He asked.
“H-h-hong Yong-H-h-h-Hee, Dear Leader,” she stammered.
“So delightful, demure and virginal,” He commented. “I shall break her in tonight, Kim.”
“Yes, Dear Leader.”
Tonight! She would be given the chance to put into practice all her training tonight! She imagined herself snuggled up to that living man-god, arms entwined as lovers, entering a second heaven before sleeping in each others arms and almost swooned at the thought of it.
That evening, as He was having dinner, accompanied by the other pioneers, Hong Yong-Hee was showered thoroughly, oiled all over and then had her make-up reapplied. She was then stripped and dressed only in fine lacy lingerie, taken by Comrade Kim and led by her chain to the Dear Leader’s chamber, a room so sumptuous as to barely be imaginable. Soft music played in the background and wispy curtains blew in the breeze from the open doors which led to a balcony. She climbed onto the enormous bed where she expected to be told to wait. However, Comrade Kim was not finished with her charge. She attached cuffs around her wrists and then attached them to the top two bedposts. Then she did likewise with Yong-Hee’s ankles and the bottom two bedposts so that the girl was spread out like a starfish. Then she got a bolster and placed it underneath the pioneer’s bottom so that her beauty lips and the ring running through her beauty bud were presented prominently. Then she took the ends of the chain at each post and tightened them so that Yong-Hee felt pressure in every limb and could hardly move. Finally she took an inflatable gag, inserted it in her charge’s mouth and squeezed the bulb until Yong-Hee’s cheeks bulged and her jaw ached. “This is the traditional way in which the Dear Leader takes a virgin Pioneer,” explained Comrade Kim before switching off the light and closing the door behind her.
Spread out and exposed like that, Yong-Hee felt most uncomfortable, both mentally and physically. She had so wanted to demonstrate all her training to the Dear Leader, to please Him in so many ways yet like this she could do nothing and was more like an offering to some false god such as was common in the country before the glorious advent of socialism. Strangely, although she knew that she was being extremely honoured by the Dear Leader, at the same time she also felt degraded. This emotion did not make sense but she felt it nonetheless. ‘Never mind Yong-Hee,’ she thought to herself, ‘soon I shall be alone with Him and it will all be wonderful!’
But as with many other things, in this Comrade Hong Yong-Hee was mistaken. For when the Dear Leader did arrive, stumbling through the door a glass of champagne in one hand, she found that He was not alone for His other hand was draped around the middle of another girl, another Pioneer, Comrade Ju-Ae in fact. She was still dressed in her pioneer uniform with her arms firmly strapped behind her in a monoglove but she was ungagged and groaning in pleasure as the Dear Leader massaged and fondled her bottom. Seeing her friend offered up for sacrifice, Ju-Ae looked at Yong-Hee in a way which could almost be mistaken for pity had both not been so aware of how honoured they were to be in the presence of such a man.
The Dear Leader also saw Yong-Hee spread-eagled on the bed. He smiled and removed his shirt and underwear. Then he snapped his fingers and Jun-Ae dutifully knelt in front of Him, sucking lovingly on His penis in order to bring it to arousal. When fully erect, the Dear Leader pushed Ju-Ae roughly aware as if she were an unwanted rag doll and then climbed on the bed. He covered Yong-Hee with His body and then lowered Himself onto her. As He did so, Ju-Ae approached behind and started massaging his rectum with her warm tongue. Lost in pleasure, the Dear Leader slammed down onto Yong-Hee, breaking her virgin membrane and thrusting Himself deep inside her. It did not take long before He erupted His warm seed inside her and then rolled to one side. Then to Yong-Hee’s shock and disgust, Jun-Ae crawled up onto the bed and after sucking the Dear Leader’s now flaccid tool clean of her juices and blood and His seed, she then proceeded to do the same with her friend’s beauty lips.
By the time she had finished, the Dear Leader was fast asleep, using Yong-Hee’s enormous breasts as a pillow for his head, snoring loudly and dribbling champagne onto His devoted young pioneer.
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