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Chapter 14 – Strangers in the Night
Three nights later Yong-Hee was sleeping in her bed, catching up on some rest after a hard day having the a ;politburo member’s piss squirted down her throat, when the light suddenly snapped on and a voice said, “Get up!” Startled, she wondered what was happening, for the voice wasn’t that of Comrade Jun but instead a male voice, a soldier in the People’s Army. “What is happening? What have I done?” she asked in some fear, scared that she might have displeased the Dear Leader in some way. She’d heard terrible stories about prison camps for those who tried to subvert the regime and she hoped dearly that she wasn’t being mistaken for some sort of a traitorous person.
“Put on these clothes,” was all that the soldier said.
The clothes were not her Pioneer uniform but instead the normal attire of a worker. As she put them on she felt dowdy and plain but at the same time was glad to be free of both gag and monoglove. Then, when she was dressed, she was led out of the room and then the building itself by the soldier and without a word, bundled into the back of a car.
The car sped them down the mountain and then, to Yong-Hee’s surprise – and some relief – the railway station. The time on the clock read 04:10 and the Departures board stated that the express to the capital was due to arrive at 04:20. So, she was not being taken to prison but instead to the big city, the place that she had heard so much about and dreamt about but never thought that she would be seeing. But the question was, why?
At 05:00 the train arrived and she began her long journey. Although the soldier did not travel with her, there were plenty others on board and she knew that the carriage attendant had strict instructions to keep her safe. So, she sat back and watched the scenery pass by her window. Seeing such a beautiful country, she was not surprised that the Imperialists had tried so hard to capture it, only stopped by the wise generalship of the Great Leader of course. However, what was more confusing was how devastated and broken everything looked. Yes, her home county was the same but she had always assumed from watching the TV that most of the country was a Glorious Beacon of Socialism.
At the terminus she was met by another soldier who commanded her to follow him and they circumnavigated the ticket barriers and ID checks and got straight into another waiting car. Then they sped along the empty roads of the great city up into the hills before passing in front of a vast palace which they then drove round the back of. Then she was ordered out and marched into the building, down lots of corridors and up several flights of stairs to a small bedroom. In the room was an outfit laid on the bed. “Shower and then get dressed in these,” said the soldier and then report downstairs, third door from the left, Room 42.”
Yong-Hee stripped and then stepped into the en suite shower. After washing away the dirt of the journey, she re-emerged and put on the outfit. She couldn’t believe it: it was a beautiful hanbok made of the finest materials in white, blue and pink with an exquisite decoration for her hair. Over recent days, perhaps because she’d seen Him copulating with an inferior foreigner, Yong-Hee had begun to have some slight doubts about the Dear Leader. How stupid she had been? Was not this proof of His love for all His people? She had been granted a trip to the capital and then dressed in the finest silks. Who on earth could match the Dear Leader for wisdom and generosity?
Dressed in the outfit, she felt like a real lady and loved the way that it swished around her as she made her way downstairs. There she found the room that the soldier had mentioned and entered it. It was empty but there was some sweetly-scented tea and half a dozen cakes. Hungry and thirty after her long journey, Yong-Hee grabbed a couple and then helped herself to a cup of tea. Then she waited. After about ten minutes later she heard footsteps approaching and two figures walked into the room. One was a beautiful lady, also dressed in a hanbok of stunning colours. She was about fourteen years old and was exquisitely made. Behind her walked a young girl of about twelve, also dressed in a hanbok. “Aha, Comrade Yong-Hee?” she asked. Yong-Hee nodded and they bowed to one another. “My name is Comrade Chu and I am in charge of you here. You are probably wondering what is happening to you, but do not fear. In His infinite generosity, the Dear Leader has decreed that you are to be blessed with some time serving Him in the cpaital as thanks for the excellent work that you did in Platoon 72 when He visited there recently. Hmm, looking at you, I can see why He was so impressed; you’re very pretty girl, very pretty indeed. However, first things first. Du-hyang, mittens!”
The young hanbok-clad girl bowed and then approached Yong-Hee with a pair of white silken mittens which she proceeded to fit on the Pioneer’s hands. As she did so, Yong-Hee noticed that Comrade Chu was also wearing an identical pair. When they were on, Yong-Hee discovered that they were padded and inside had some sorts of rods so that she could not bend her hands. They were tied at the wrists with pretty ribbons and it was clear that with them on her hands were merely two useless paddles and without outside assistance, she could not remove them. “Like with Platoon 72, we must be wary of Imperialist infiltrators here in the capital,” said Comrade Chu by means of explanations. Yong-Hee nodded gravely for she was fully aware of just how insidious the imperialists were. Then, her hands rendered useless like the older ladies, Comrade Chu gestured for her to sit and snapped an order at Du-hyang to feed them both a cake and then present dainty cups of tea to their mouths to sip. “Du-hyang is my apprentice,” explained Comrade Chu. “She will take over my role one day but in the meantime she must fulfil my every need.”
Over the tea and cake that following, Yong-Hee learnt that the Dear Leader had specially requested that she be sent down to the capital, primarily because of her “first-class sucking skills” and that He would be arriving that evening by helicopter accompanied by “a Platoon 72 member who comes from Pridniestrovia”. Her duties would now be to accompany Him whenever He did On The Spot Guidance and to service His needs when He needed them servicing. Generally she would wear the hanbok, but on days spent on “desk duty” she would have a different outfit.
The Dear Leader did arrive that evening and they all lined up to greet Him as He stumbled out of the helicopter, Valentina helping to prop Him up. Du-hyang handed Him a bouquet of flowers and then He lurched towards Yong-Hee, gave her a special kiss and then ordered her to accompany Him and Valentina to His bedroom. There both girls undressed (except for the mittens of course and Valentina’s monoglove), and He attempted to enjoy a period of congress with both but the sheer amount of alcohol that the Dear Leader had imbibed (and was continuing to imbibe), prevented this and within twenty minutes He was fast asleep, snoring loudly, as the two Pioneers caught up with each other’s news by His side.
Chapter 15 – Plagued by Reactionary Thoughts
After that first night – and the activities the following morning when the Dear Leader was far more able to enjoy congress with his pioneers – began a new period in Comrade Yong-Hee’s life which caused her to have strange doubts about her role and that of the Dear Leader Himself. Naturally, she kept those doubts to herself, sure that they were the result of being subconsciously affected by some imperialist propaganda or thought control, but nonetheless, they still bothered her.
Her role now was to accompany the Dear Leader wherever he went and then to service Him when He needed it. This duty she accepted eagerly, knowing full well how much He gave to the Motherland of His time and energy, tirelessly travelling the length and breadth of their sacred and embattled land giving valuable On The Spot Guidance to comrades in every province. When He was doing so, she would accompany His entourage, the only pioneer to do so as Valentina could obviously not be seen in public due to her inferior race. Then she would be dressed in a hanbok, arms unrestrained and would smile charmingly and then, when needed, would follow Him to a private chamber where He would ravish her, use her mouth as a receptacle for His seed or water, or simply caress her lovingly. This Yong-Hee did not mind, for it was her job, but what worried her was how rarely she did it. She spent a total of two months based in the capital yet she only went out with the Dear Leader giving On The Spot Guidance a total of four times.
Of course, Yong Hee was well aware that He had other duties to attend to and far more often she was dressed in her Platoon 72 uniform, arms in a monoglove, and taken to His spacious and beautifully furnished office where she had a little cupboard underneath His mahogany desk. Her face was then strapped to the opening and every so often, in between working, He would thrust His tool into it for her to have the glory of swallowing His sperm or water.
However, even these days could not have numbered more than ten during the entire two months and for the rest of the time she accompanied the Dear Leader as He lazed by the pool, played on His private funfair, went riding His horses, completed a round on His private golf course, watching porn films in His private cinema or indulged in a session in His dungeon where either she or Valentina, (or both at once), were whipped, stretched and tortured for His sexual gratification.
And whatever He was doing, she never once knew Him to rise out of bed before eleven.
But why all this bothered her more than anything else is that, in between her hard work servicing the Dear Leader, Yong-Hee continued her political education and every day on the news there were reports of the Dear Leader visiting factories and collective farms, army battalions and schools giving invaluable On The Spot Guidance yet she knew full well that, a few select occasions aside, He had not been doing that at all and instead had spent most of his time lazing about, drinking and using her and Valentina for His sexual pleasure. Naturally she asked Comrade Chu about this and the older lady replied in a blasé fashion that of course a lookalike was used most days. More worryingly still, after a while Yong-Hee began to notice that the few occasions when the Dear Leader did bother to fulfil His duties as President, were on outings when He would be most likely to meet attractive young female comrades. He never once missed an outing to survey a dance troupe or female university.
All of which caused her to awake at night with His tool flaccid inside her and wonder if, perhaps, He wasn’t such a superhuman saviour of the People after all. Indeed, on very dark nights, her bottom still throbbing from the assault on it earlier, she even wondered if He was in fact, not just a lazy, corrupt playboy who was simply living off the backs of the hardworking citizens of the Motherland. Naturally, the moment she had such thoughts, the more reasonable and rational side of her told her how ridiculous they were, how her mind was being addled by contact with evil imperialists and that it could even be Valentina’s fault since she was so very foreign, but nonetheless, they continued and Yong-Hee hated herself for having them.
Thus it was that, at the end of her time in the capital, she was almost glad when she was replaced in the middle of the night by another member of Platoon 72 and sent packing on a train – which stopped in the middle of nowhere for seven hours due to an electrical power shortage – back to the platoon base up in the mountains. At least there, maybe, she could order her thoughts and return to some sort of normality.
And let her poor body recover from the repeated assaults upon it.
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