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Chapter 10 – Taken Again
Two nights after her deflowering, Comrade Hong Yong-Hee was again summoned to the bedroom of the Dear Leader, this time Comrade Ju-Ae going with her at the outset. They were stripped by their minders, their bodies waxed and perfumed and then, to the pioneers’ surprise, their bottom plugs removed and a plug of scented solid fat, rather like a block of butter, put up there instead. At first this rather large plug stretched Yong-Hee’s bottom hole painfully, but as it stayed up their it slowly melted until her rear opening was greasy and slippery.
Once in the bedroom, they discovered that their sleeping arrangements, whilst different to the last time, were not to be the ones that Yong-Hee had fantasised about. There was a large bolster running across the middle of the bed which they were both told to lie over, face down. This forced their tummies up so that their bottoms were in the air, inviting the any man. Then a bar was fastened over their calves behind the knees so that they could not move back whilst their hands were unfastened from their monogloves and attached by means of cuffs to the head of the bed. Then they were left in the darkness for the man-god to arrive.
When He did arrive some thirty minutes or so later, the Dear Leader gave a cry of delight when he saw the two pioneers proffering themselves like mares in seasons. He came up to them and gave their bottoms hard slaps with his hands causing the flesh to quiver. Then he quickly undressed and positioned Himself over the girls, caressing the outer breast of each girl with his hands before nuzzling His face in their hair. Yong-Hee felt His member grow hard against her skin and then gave a gasp of delight as He reached down under her and started tickling her beauty bud ring. This caused her to involuntarily wiggle her bottom in excitement at which the Dear Leader chuckled and then got up. For a moment their skin did not touch and she wondered if he had abandoned her but then she felt a new sensation. Something was touching her well-oiled bottom hole trying to get in! After a split second of confusion she realised, it was His penis and He was going to take her there! Sure enough, slowly but surely, grabbing hold of her body for leverage, He forced His way in. It was painful initially, yes, but more than that, the penis of that man-god entering her in such a way made her feel so violated, so controlled, so helpless that she could not comprehend her own thoughts. Surely she should be glad to be honoured in such a way, to be able to serve Him who serves others so much in such an intimate way and yet somehow, inexplicably, this was simply too much.
Once fully in there the Dear Leader started rocking to and fro, thrusting in and out. “Clench! Release!” commanded the Dear Leader, slapping her buttocks hard with each motion that he wanted. Yong-Hee felt so used, so shamed and degraded and yet she tried her best, clenched and released in time with the painful slaps and somehow slowly, perversely, she began to enjoy it, to want more, to relish the manly, omnipotent thrusts up inside her when…
He exited. The hole was empty and gaping, pleading for more. But he had left her and instead had turned his attentions to Ju-Ae. By the motions of the bed and the little that she could see by turning her head, He was doing the same to the other pioneer now. Yong-Hee felt so insanely jealous of her friend now, so angry that she was pleasuring the Greatest Man on Earth, the Father of the People. She had wanted that honour; no one else deserved it.
But the Dear Leader did not stay inside Ju-Ae for long. Savouring His pleasure, He exited her and went back to Yong-Hee, but once again, just as she was beginning to enter the heavens, He exited her again and went back to Ju-Ae.
And so it continued, turn after turn, as the Dear Leader strung out His ecstasy and left His two pioneers unsatisfied. Eventually though, when He could take no more and He was pumping away at Yong-Hee, He exploded deep within her before collapsing on top of the both and nuzzling His face in their hair. Then He went to the bathroom and whilst He was away their minders came, unfastened them, put their arms back into monogloves and attached their leads to the head of the bed and left them with the Father of the People.
That night, with the Dear Leader’s head nestled in her ample breasts, Comrade Hong Yong-Hee felt a pride such as she had never felt before. He had chosen her to explode His salty seed into. She had served the Motherland well.
Chapter 11 – The Grand Ball
The purpose for the Dear Leader’s visit to His mountain retreat was to entertain the President of Pridniestrovia. To be honest, neither Yong-Hee nor any of the other pioneers in Platoon 72 had ever heard of Pridniestrovia before but Comrade Kim explained to them in a political education session the following day that Pridniestrovia was one of the Motherland’s greatest allies and was another country created against the will of the imperialist aggressors and loathed by them for its strict adherence to socialist principles. Not that Yong-Hee was listening much to all of this; for the entirety of the session she was more concerned with the ache in her rectum from the previous night’s exploits.
But they were being educated for a reason. The President of Pridniestrovia was flying in that day and they would be holding a grand ball in his honour and afterwards some of the girls may be called upon to entertain him. Both Yong-Hee and Ju-Ae were very excited at this prospect for neither had ever been to anything so thrilling as a ball before and they both dreamt of sweeping around the dance floor dressed in beautiful gowns, clasping the man of their dreams tightly as the sun set.
But this being Platoon 72, things were not quite as expected for the innocent young pioneer. When the time came, instead of Comrade Jun removing her pioneer’s uniform and monoglove and replacing them with a beautiful and elegant ball gown, she simply removed the uniform. “At the Dear Leader’s balls, all the pioneers are to be entirely naked except for their monogloves, as ever a necessary protection against the infiltration of the Western imperialist spies.” As with so many thing connected with Platoon 72, at first Yong-Hee struggled to fathom out the reason for this, but then Comrade Jun explained. “At the Dear Leader’s balls there are a great many guests apart from the Dear Leader Himself and His main guest which this time is the President of Pridniestrovia. Tonight there will be all the aides from Pridniestrovia and also many great figures from the Motherland, generals and party secretaries and the like. The Dear Leader insists that all of His pioneers are naked so that they look alluring and tempting but then puts the instruction upon all of His men that none of them may touch a pioneer except for Him and also His honoured guests. It is a test of their loyalty and will power, both extremely important qualities for serving the Motherland.”
Once again Yong-Hee realised that the wisdom of the Dear Leader was unending!
The ball that evening was a surreal experience. The main hall of the house, (which was usually left in darkness to save on electricity), was lit by glorious glass chandeliers whilst out in the gardens tiny lanterns illuminated everything. Music was provided by a full orchestra specially flown in from the capital and all the men were dressed smartly in dinner jackets or uniforms. The maids wore pretty black and white uniforms but all the pioneers were wholly naked save for their arms bound tightly in monogloves covered in black satin pouches. They stood together and giggled whilst the men milled around, drinking their lovely bodies in with their eyes but daring not to touch, except for the Dear Leader and the President of Pridniestrovia of course who came up to every girl, kissed them and groped or slapped their buttocks or breasts. It was most disconcerting for Yong-Hee, especially when the President enjoyed her company for she felt so uncomfortable being touched by one of another race when she had always been taught that the children of the Motherland were the purest, finest people on earth. It was one thing being touched by the Dear Leader but quite another by a foreigner.
What was also shocking is that they were not alone for it transpired that the President had brought along his own troupe of girls from Pridniestrovia. They were long-legged blondes and brunettes with elegant walks and fine figures. As the gentlemen were not allowed to touch the pioneers or the president’s girls, then the two sets of girls danced together and Yong-Hee talked to a few in the halting English that she had learned at school. They were all from Pridniestrovia and, unlike her, had not been picked by their leader but had been hired which seemed most strange to Yong-Hee’s ears.
As the evening progressed the music turned from classical strains to decadent K-pop which quite shocked Yong-Hee as she had always been taught that this was the worst music on earth although it sounded quite catchy. After her initial grope and kiss with the two great men, she wasn’t molested again but she saw nothing of Ju-Ae for the President of Pridniestrovia was most taken by her and spent the evening with her in his arms whilst the Dear Leader, obviously for the purposes of international solidarity and diplomacy only, had latched onto a red-headed Pridniestrovian. Into the night they partied until the lights went out late and Comrade Jun came to take her up to the Dear Leader’s bedroom. This surprised Yong-Hee since the Dear Leader was still firmly attached to His Pridniestrovian whom He had taken into the gardens, but when she got there, the reason became clear.
The bedroom was full of half of Platoon 72 who were all stood by the bed. Then, one by one, they were gagged and had their monogloves removed and were securely fastened to the bed, one face down, the next face up, horizontally, stretched to the maximum, their wrists and ankles firmly secured to the sides of the bed until they formed a new mattress for the Dear Leader; a moving, warm, inviting human mattress!
Sure enough, a few minutes later the Dear Leader entered with His pretty Pridniestrovian and they lay down on top of the bed of beauties and consummated their new relationship with a passion and vigour which astounded Yong-Hee. Then, tired and spent, they slept whilst the bed of girls lay there in silence, straining under the weight.
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