A Day in the Life: Her Afternoon

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Part 4: Her Afternoon

Back in her room, she was seated and her pot mask was removed revealing her sweat-drenched and pale face which was immediately wiped and freshened with a warm flannel whilst she flexed her jaw with pleasure after hours of it being held open by the large gag of the mask.

Then it was lunchtime. Woakes fed her a ham sandwich with the crusts delicately cut off and a cup of tea. Then, for dessert, there was a rather delicious cream cake. All of this put her in a much better mood, especially since her lessons were over and her governess had sent message that today she hadn’t made a single mistake. No punishments and no lessons till Monday! And that mood was even further improved when Woakes announced that there were some visitors who wanted to meet her and were waiting with her uncle downstairs. They were the first of the guests for the soiree tonight, a small and most refined event in honour of her uncle’s birthday that she was most looking forward to as evening events with dancing meant time free of both her mask and monoglove. These three were Mr. and Mrs. Greenwood, close friends of her uncle whom she had met many times before and a Mr. Cavendish, a nephew of her uncle on his sister’s side who was twenty-three years of age and had just returned from a posting in Her Majesty’s Indian Empire.

To prepare her for the afternoon, a new dress was required. As the day was sunny, a light cotton one in white was chosen. After Woakes had removed her morning dressed, she tightened up the stays, reducing her waist by half an inch or so, partially to account for any “settling” which may have taken place during the morning but also to help accustom her to her ball stays which she would be wearing that evening and which were to be laced to an excruciating – yet supremely elegant – 14 inches.

Once the new dress was fitted her monoglove was replaced and a new cover – which complimented the gown – fitted over it before then the replacement of the mask with its attached gag. Thus, elegantly trammelled and completely incommunicado, she was helped to her feet and escorted downstairs.

The three guests were seated in the drawing room along with her uncle. The men rose to greet her when she entered the room supported by Woakes although Mrs. Greenwood stayed seated and still. Like her – and what she was told, all fashionable ladies – Mrs. Greenwood lived her life behind a pot mask to protect her flawless complexion and her arms were usually ensconced in a monoglove to ensure elegant posture. Thus it was that, although they had met countless times, she had rarely been able to converse with Mrs. Greenwood, although from what she had learned at soirees and the like when both women had been unmasked, it seemed that Mrs. Greenwood, prior to her marriage, had lived with her uncle for several years just as she did, her uncle rescuing her from the orphanage too after her parents had died. Many people remarked on how noble and charitable he was, taking in orphaned girls and treating them as his own until they were old enough to be married. Indeed, she had to admit that her own life would have been very different without his interventions although at times she wondered if, whilst she would have doubtless ended up poorer and less elegant, the freedom of a common girl may not have been more pleasant. With wealth and status comes duty and restriction.

Mr. Greenwood commented on how pretty she was looking, and that was echoed by her uncle who then introduced the fourth visitor, Mr. Cavendish. Through the pinholes of her mask, she had to admit that he did look rather a handsome young man and under the pottery she blushed when he congratulated her on being a “vision of feminine perfection”. Several years ago she would have considered such comments ridiculous as he could not see her, only her corseted middle and doll mask but her training and mode of life had by now knocked such thoughts out of her head: she was her corseted waist and her identity was the blank china doll that everyone saw.

After she was seated, tea was served – for the men only of course – who discussed matters of politics and the forthcoming soiree whilst the women sat still and silent as, of course, elegant women of fashion always do. Then, to her surprise, Mr. Cavendish stood up and announced, “Ladies and gentlemen, the day is glorious and yet we are sitting in here in the gloom. Why don’t we relocate ourselves into the garden which is glorious and sip our tea out there?”

“That is a capital suggestion, sir,” said her uncle, “but it presents a problem as the ladies are not attired suitably for the garden. Wearing their armbinders, they may trip and fall.”

“Then, and ladies, please forgive my imposition, may I suggest that they are removed and then you sir, can assist your lady wife whilst either our host or I can support the charming young lady here.”

“Well, it is a break in their training which could adversely affect their posture and so I am sure both ladies will be angry at me for saying this as they have dedicated their entire lives to being as feminine and elegant as possible, but I say, as it is my birthday, we make an exception today and remove the armbinders in order that we may all enjoy the delights of the garden.”

Hidden beneath her mask, she almost cried with joy and the handsome Mr. Cavendish was now seen to her as a veritable knight in shining armour!

Woakes stood her up and unlaced the armbinder. Thankfully the tight kid gloves from the morning had been left on her hands so they were protected from the sun’s harsh glare. Then a huge, wide-brimmed sun hat with a large red ribbon was affixed to her head. And then, to her delight, Mr. Cavendish put one of his hand around her corseted waist and took a gloved hand in the other to support and steady her as she minced outside on her en pointe boots with their spindle heels.

“I say chaps,” said her uncle when they had reached the terrace, “what say you to taking the ladies for a stroll around the grounds whilst I make sure the servants prepare us a new pot of tea and perhaps a small cake or two?”

“Capital plan!” replied Greenwood and so, to her delight, she now walked further with Mr. Cavendish only this time they were alone and out of earshot of the others. He guided her through the rhododendron bushes as they walked he said, “Forgive me for saying this Miss Witcombe, but I find you absolutely charming, I really do. Over the years I have met many young ladies of distinction and breeding yet none have reached the levels of feminine perfection that you have. When you sat there, so demure and still in the room, I was entranced by your beauty and walking here, my arm around your delightfully small waist, I long to know you better and learn about your life. Now, I know that you are securely gagged as all ladies of society should be, but if I ask you some questions, can you answer me yes or no by raising your right or left hand. Let us sit on this bench and do so?”

Beneath her gown her chest surged up and down, partly through the exertion of the walk but more from what he was saying. So, this was what it was like to be wooed and courted by a handsome young man! How glorious! Could Mr. Cavdenish be the one to take her away from her and make her a wife? Even though she had not heard a thousand words of his tongue’s uttering, she dearly hoped so.

He helped her to sit on the bench and waited as her breathing calmed a little. Then he asked questions like, ‘Do you prefer cats or dogs?’ or ‘Is blue your favourite colour?’ and she answered with her hands. Although non-threatening and superficial, such human conversation with a man thrilled her and her heart gave a flutter as he took her gloved hands in his and squeezed them. This was heaven, it was…

Then her reverie was broken by a shout. “Tea’s up! Can you make your way back to the terrace please!” It was her uncle’s voice.

“We can’t stay here now,” said Mr. Cavendish, “much as I would like to do. But before we return, I am going to be forward and improper.” And then, leaning towards her, her encircled her corseted middle with his manly hands and then kissed the pottery lips of her mask with his real ones.

“And tonight who knows, perhaps I shall kiss the real lips behind those painted ones?” he whispered after the kiss had ended. She didn’t hear though, as she had swooned right away.


The rest of the afternoon was spent on the terrace with the others. Although they were not alone and no conversation was directed towards her, Mr. Cavendish sat by her side and glanced towards her regularly whilst she returned those glances, drinking in his manly features through the tiny pinholes that her mask allowed.

Not everything was so pleasant though. The afternoon sun was hot and, despite her sun hat, her face under its pottery covering was getting overheated and streamed with sweat. What is more, she was feeling full down below as the tea which she had drunk at lunchtime had made its way through her. Consequently, whilst it meant being parted from Mr. Cavendish, she was actually glad when, at four Woakes came to take her away to begin her preparations for the evening soiree.

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Her Morning

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Her Evening

Serving the Dear Leader: Part 10

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Chapter 15 – A Night at the Opera

Back at the mountain retreat and life settled into a monotonous and strange routine for Yong-Hee. Every day she was dressed in her uniform complete with monoglove and, more often than not, gag, and forced to sit through endless sessions of political education interspersed with sexual training sessions with her new partner, Valentina. The political education, which had been a feature of her life since as early as she could remember, felt different now and distinctly more uncomfortable, a discomfort caused not by her monoglove either. As she watched the newsreels telling of how the Dear Leader was exerting Himself, going through great hardships for the glory of the People and the Motherland, then she felt somehow betrayed and cheated. Such feelings were unnatural and false of course, and she never repeated them to anyone, but she still felt them nonetheless. Had not she seen and heard ample evidence to the contrary during those months spent in the capital? All those times when the TV and radio declared that He was out visiting the Front or factories or hydro-electric power stations when she knew that it was his double or the story simply made-up and the Dear Leader Himself was instead thrusting His cock into her mouth or drooling over a famous actress, singer or sportswoman whilst watching hard-core porn films in His private cinema. Her mind battled with itself; half said that she must be wrong, that the impressions that she was getting were somehow misleading whilst the other thought the unthinkable: that the Dear Leader was the heartless, debauched corrupt tyrant that the Western imperialist lackeys made Him out to be. Such thoughts made her feel so ashamed as to wish she had never been shown such great benevolence by such a man.

Soon after her arrival, two changes were made to the usual life with the platoon of young pioneers. The first was that, in anticipation of the arrival of some important allied diplomats from Africa, the butt plugs that all the pioneers of Platoon 72 were to wear were to be upgraded to larger ones. By now Comrade Yong-Hee had been in the platoon long enough to know what this would ultimately mean and although, like everything else that was part of her life these days, she knew that it would be an honour to please a black man who supported the Global Revolution for Socialist Transformation embarked upon by the late Great Leader, the idea of having an enormous, throbbing black penis shoved roughly into her tender bottom, was not a pleasant one.

The second change was that Comrade Kim announced that all the pioneers would be enacting an opera for the honoured visitors from the People’s Republic of Tanganyika. Yong-Hee had always loved doing plays at school and so this change was one which she welcomed greatly.

The play however, whilst familiar in some parts, was, in other aspects, not quite so mainstream. It was a brand new one written by a great playwright from the capital and told the story of people overthrowing capitalist oppression. That was not unusual, and indeed every play, film or book that Yong-Hee knew about followed the same theme, and rightly so since capitalist and imperialist oppression is terrible, but none of the others did it in this way.

The story was set in the days when the Nipponese cruelly occupied and oppressed the Motherland. Called the Rape of Manpo, the storyline involved a new Nipponese commander taking over and systematically taking all the beautiful young virgins of the city for himself, keeping them in a prison where he would rape them and play perverse sexual games with them. Some were tied up, others raped simultaneously by several soldiers and so on. He also devised elaborate fetish devices and costumes which the poor young women were forced to wear. All the platoon was in tears when this aspect of the plot was read out to them, partially out of pity for the poor oppressed victims of Nipponese imperialist but partially also because, in acting the play, they would be dressed in similar costumes and devices.

However, all was not lost and the Great Leader came to the town, saw the suffering and, gathering a band of loyal socialist patriots, stormed the city and freed the women who then all joined the Glorious People’s Revolution in gratitude.

All the pioneers had a similar role, that of oppressed young Manpo virgins imprisoned by the evil Hitoshi Tanaka. In Yong-Hee’s case, she was raped by him in the first team, then in the second forced to couple with another Manpo virgin and then finally she wore an extremely strange costume indeed. It involved her having her legs and arms bound so that they were folded against themselves and then covered in rubber pouches. Similarly a rubber garment covered her whole body only having holes for her eyes, nose, mouth, breasts and bottom. Then she was covered in a brown fur costume with a dog’s head so that she looked exactly like a dog and could only see out of two peepholes. I say “exactly like a dog” but that is not entirely true, for her enlarged and firm breasts hung out of cut-outs so that it was very clear that she was woman, not canine. Inside it was hot and sweaty and the enormous plug in her bottom from which the dog’s tail protruded, she had to learn to wag. She was firmly gagged but had to make growling noises when, in one of the key scenes, Tanaka was taking her up the bottom roughly when the Great Leader bursts in and kills him. Then, thankfully, in the final scene, she had to wear a partisan’s uniform and joyfully march towards revolution with all the others.

Rehearsing for the opera was hard as all the scenes, including those of a sexual nature, had to be performed to the very exacting standards of the theatre director. Tanaka was played by a famous actor from the capital whom Yong-Hee had seen act in several films and had, she had to admit when she had been younger and more innocent, been the object of a teenage crush. Even so, that didn’t make the scenes when he was taking her roughly up the arse whilst she was dressed as a dog and barked for all she was worth, exactly pleasant.

Finally though, it was the big night when all the great and good of the nation were assembled as well as the Dear Leader’s honoured guest, the President of Tanganyika, an enormous black man who wore colourful tribal robes. Before the performance all the pioneers lined up to greet him as he arrived and then she was whisked off to get ready for the role. Despite the humiliating and degrading nature of what she had to portray, Yong-Hee did realise that this was only what her ancestors had had to put up with whilst suffering under the yoke of Nipponese oppression and so did her tasks the best that she could and at the end, as she stood there welcoming in the Revolution in a partisan’s uniform, the young pioneer felt both proud that she had performed so well that the entire hall was clapping like mad and also that she had, at least, seen the last of the hateful dog costume.

When the opera was over however, Yong-Hee found to her dismay that she hadn’t seen the last of the dog suit. President Umbago of Tanganyika had, it transpired, been very impressed with her acting during the doggie scene and asked that she dress in her suit again and accompany him as he met with the Dear Leader and talked about the glorious construction of socialism in his homeland. It was most humiliating being led everywhere on a leash and having the trot about on all fours but what made it so much worse was that she was a member of the most superior race on all the earth, the race which had spawned both the Great and Dear Leaders and provided the world with the Juche ideal, yet the man now leading her, patting her head and caressing her naked breasts was a negro, the most inferior of all races whom the imperialists had used as foot soldiers to rape her beloved homeland. How could the Dear Leader allow such an indignity to be meted out to a faithful and loyal pioneer of His select Platoon 72.

And it only got worse when, after a large banquet and copious quantities and champagne, President Umbago decided to turn in for the night and take her, still dressed as a dog, to his sumptuous bedroom. And once in there, rather than undress her and enjoy her in the usual fashion, (which would have been degrading enough), instead he merely fastened her leash to the headboard, removed her tail from her anus and then started lubing it with gusto. Terrified when she saw the enormous size of his member, easily twice that of the Dear Leader’s, she started to scream and plead with him to avoid what was to come but due to her hood and gag, these merely came out as canine-like growls and barks which excited the African so further so that when he positioned himself behind her his penis was rock hard. With a roar and a slap on her furry buttocks he pressed and pressed shouting, “Come on doggie! Come on doggie!” until her sphincter muscles eventually gave in and the enormous throbbing tool was thrust in. Never before had she felt so completely filled and so completely and utterly mastered and degraded.

And never before had President Umbago experienced anything like it.

Chapter 16 – The President of Tanganyika

The day following the performance of ‘The Rape of Manpo’ and Comrade Yong-Hee’s doggie humiliation, all the pioneers were given a day’s rest before being taken to their quarters where they were stripped, showered and then made-up since there was to be another naked ball held that evening, this time in the honour of the Motherland’s Eternal and Faithful Ally, the President Umbago of Tanganyika. Yong-Hee struggled to see how a king could be so honoured and close to a country that prides itself on being socialist and against such things as monarchies as being against the socialist ethos but, as always, she knew that whatever the reasons, it must be for the best if the Dear Leader decided it.

Whilst this was Yong-Hee’s second ball, to her surprise – and dismay – this one turned out to be quite a different experience. The president it transpired, had not yet tired of her charms and was as taken with her out of the doggie suit as in it and so he attached himself to her, (or to be more precise, the opposite way round, as he placed a collar around her neck and led her around by a lead), all night before finally taking her upstairs where he took her vigorously again, although thankfully, in the more usual fashion this time. This was most shame-making not only because of his inferior race but also because Umbago was incredibly corpulent and ugly. Nonetheless, the feeling was not mutual and the following day she was taken into the top-secret negotiations between the president and the Dear Leader and, to her horror, whilst the two men talked politics, she had to kneel under the president’s desk in her uniform, arms forced behind her in her monoglove and, most humiliatingly of all, her mouth kept open by a ring gag so she drooled continually.

After the men had talked business, she was ordered to suck and lick the penis of the President of Tanganyika whilst they both relaxed and Valentina provided the same service for the Dear Leader. Now relaxed, the conversation turned from minerals and armaments to personal pleasures.

“You know what, I really am impressed by your pioneers, Kim and especially this little cutie here. Back in Tanganyika I keep a full harem of exotic and beautiful women, from all over the world and they are trained fully by my eunuchs, but not one can suck cock like Yong-Hee here.”

“Platoon 72 are trained to the highest standards and have given me great pleasure over the years, although I have to say that at the moment I am most taken with this white girl here who was a present from the President of Pridniestrovia.”

“Ahh, he is a good guy, I have been to his place as well, and the women there are incredible! However, you can keep your white slut; I have several such girls at home, this little rascal here is more to my taste. I love what you have done with their tits, such massive breasts on a tiny frame, it is really alluring.”

“Thank you.”

“But have you never considered corseting them? Tightlace a girl to 40cm and then the contrast is all the greater, as too is her discomfort!”

“The idea sounds promising, I must order some. Yes, that will be a fun project! But what do you think of the monogloves?”

“A masterful touch, genius. I have never come across one before but now I am thinking of having some ordered for all my harem. Yes, I shall.”

“We can supply them, as a gift of course. And I have another gift as well. Can you guess what it is?”

“No, what is it?”

“Yong-Hee here. Take her with you. I am bored of her now and wish to make a space in the platoon in order to take a young pioneer I met whilst opening an apartment complex in Hyesan. Please, take her with you when you go.”

“Kim, thanks, that’s an incredible present, so thoughtful of you. How can I ever repay you…?”

But Yong-Hee never learnt how the Dear Leader could be repaid, for instead her head was reeling with a dozen conflicting emotions. She felt sick to the pit of her stomach. On the one hand she would be leaving, leaving the Motherland, her family and friends, leaving the Paradise of the People, the only land that she had ever known, for some hot desert to serve a corpulent African despot who already had a harem of women. Although she knew that she had a valuable role to fulfil in Platoon 72, she had always assumed that once she retired, she would be able to marry and live a normal life afterwards, with children and a loving husband. Yet how could she now, if she were exiled thousands of miles away, cast into a harem of abused women? And wrestling with the emotions that such thoughts bring were her attitudes to the Dear Leader. On one hand she was devastated: He had said that He was bored of her, bored! Had she not tried her best, gone through some traumatic experiences in order to pleasure Him and now He was just bored! Part of her wanted to shout and rage at the man whom she had given everything to and who now just tossed her to one side like a used tissue. Yet at the same time all those years of devotion, of almost worship to His name made her feel ashamed. Bored of her meant that she wasn’t good enough somehow. Even after all those weeks sucking Him off in Pyongyang and having the lies exposed: He wasn’t really at the front, He didn’t really exert Himself for the Motherland, instead He spent most of the day being pleasured by young pioneers and actresses, watching pornographic films, eating fine food and getting drunk. Yet even though she now knew the truth, that ancient, deeply inbred sense of devotion was hard to shake. She had bored Him; she had let the Motherland down. And then too there was an excitement and a sense of release. Knelt there, the throbbing cock of a fat negro filling her mouth, she realised that a life spent gagged, anally-plugged, sexually-frustrated and restrained, existing only to be raped by political leaders, that was no life at all, that deep down she was unhappy and lonely and wanted to escape. Well, now she would be escaping, starting a new life. But what would that life be like.

At that moment the President of Tanganyika erupted in her mouth and salty semen flooded her throat. Little did Yong-Hee know that her silent question had just been answered. That was what her life would be all about in Tanganyika, just as it had been in Platoon 72. Well, for as long as she pleased the president and then it would just be forced breeding and cast out to be a whore amongst his guards. No, very soon Comrade Hong Yong-Hee, the brave young pioneer from the elite Platoon 72 would realise that serving the Dear Leader was not such a bad role in life after all.

Fact or Fiction?

Some people may read this work of fiction as a veiled attack on the regime of the Late Kim Jong-Il, the Glorious Leader of the Democratic People’s Republic of Korea who shone the Light of Socialism brightly across the world and challenged the imperialists and their lackeys. This is obviously a false reading and the Dear Leader in this tale has nothing to do with that Dear Leader at all, despite their being some linguistic similarities. Kim Jong-Il after all, was not a debauched despot in any way whatsoever and instead His only concern was the welfare and progress of the Motherland.

However, there have been articles written, heinous imperialist propaganda no doubt, which describe debaucheries not dissimilar to those in this tale. They are, naturally, wholly false and this tale was written as a means of pointing out the inaccuracy of the Western viewpoint towards the Dear Leader of the DPRK. However, for academic reasons only, please check out these heinous articles which cast terrible aspersions upon the good character of the late Dear Leader.

DP

The Pleasure’s all the Dear Leader’s

http://www.atimes.com/atimes/Korea/MB23Dg01.html

Wikipedia page of Kippumjo

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kippumjo

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Serving the Dear Leader: Part 9

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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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Chapter 12 – A New Friend

The next morning, after the Dear Leader had enjoyed another bout of passion with the pretty Pridniestrovian and then a lengthy lie in, Yong-Hee was taken to her room for a shower by Comrade Jun and then dressed in her usual uniform. As the Dear Leader was in the complex and some pioneers would be needed to serve Him, all the usual political and sexual education was cancelled. However, to Yong-Hee’s surprised, she was called to Comrade Kim whom she found standing in her office with none other than the pretty Pridniestrovian. However, what was more surprising was that the Pridniestrovian girl was not dressed in her foreign clothes, but instead a Platoon 72 pioneer’s uniform complete with monoglove and gag and, what is more, she did not look very happy about it.

“Comrade Hong Yong-Hee, thank you for joining us. I have called you here today because of two reasons. Firstly, I have consulted your school records and it seems that you studied the decadent imperialist tongue of English whilst in Hamyong Province. Is that true?”

Yong-Hee nodded.

“And you achieved a reasonable degree of proficiency?”

Yong-Hee nodded again, less surely this time.

“Good. Now, as you can see, Comrade Valentina from Pridniestrovia has joined our platoon today in order to serve our beloved Dear Leader. Usually, as you know, Platoon 72 is for Children of the Motherland only, but on this occasion, our Dear Leader has wisely and graciously allowed an exception to the rule. Comrade Valentina has joined us but sadly your copulation partner, Comrade Ju-Ae has left the platoon. In the ball last night, the President of Pridniestrovia was most taken with her and used her for his pleasure and thus, in the interests of proletarian solidarity, the Dear Leader has granted her request to serve the President of Pridniestrovia permanently as his sexual servant in Pridniestrovia.”

Yong-Hee felt sorry in the depths of her heart for Ju-Ae having to leave the beloved Motherland and lie with a foreigner. How glorious was her contribution to the global proletarian struggle, but how hard also!

“Comrade Valentina does not speak our language so you must talk to her in English and introduce her to the platoon. I will remove both of your gags.”

Comrade Kim did this and Comrade Valentina let forth a flurry of angry Russian. Then Yong-Hee spoke to her. “Hello Comrade Valentina. Welcome you to Platoon 72 of Young Pioneer. Big welcome you! We happy here! You happy here!”

“What you mean, ‘Welcome Platoon 72’? I am go back my country today!”

“No, you stay here. You lucky in Platoon 72, big honour. Everyday you make happy Dear Leader.”

“No! No! I can’t! I must go back! What about my family? I only signed up for this for a week because the money was good. I need to go back to Tiraspol. I can’t stay here being fucked by that old pervert!”

Yong-Hee didn’t understand the word ‘pervert’ which was probably just as well. “No, you stay here. You Young Pioneer. You in bed make many happy Dear Leader. Everyday me you practise sex play so make Dear Leader maximum happy.”

At this point Valentina burst into tears.

Chapter 13 – The Politburo Conference

That afternoon the President of Pridniestrovia left and all the pioneers went to see him off, including Valentina who glared at him and struggled at her bonds which, for some inexplicable reason, made the strange foreigner roar with laughter. On his arm was Ju-Ae, dressed in a beautiful hanbok and looking very scared at what the future might bring. Yong-Hee’s heart went out to her.

Afterwards all the pioneers were taken to the gymnasium where they had their exercises and watched a short film extolling the virtues of the Dear Leader who cares for the People and the Motherland like a father cares for his children in direct contrast to the leaders of the imperialist nations, and then Comrade Kim explained that several pioneers had been honoured to be selected as Servicers during a conference that the Dear Leader was holding with His politburo following the important visit of the President of Pridniestrovia. The names of the lucky few were read out and to Yong-Hee’s delight, she was one of those picked.

She and the other chosen pioneers were then led to the dining room where they were fed a bowl of noodles with real meat in it and then, to their surprise, were stripped totally naked. Then each pioneered was had oil massaged all over their bodies and strange garments were brought out. They were all in black and made out of thick rubber and it soon became clear that they were some sort of all-encompassing body suits. Comrade Jun started to fit Yong-Hee’s. At first it was much as she expected, a suit that covered her legs, then her bum and body and arms but then she began to realise, with a degree of horror, just how all-encompassing the suit actually was. “You are all to be attending the Dear Leader and the great men of the Motherland and they shall be discussing extremely important issues of national security. Therefore, they cannot leave the room for fear of secrets being leaked to the Western imperialist spies and you must neither hear the negotiations nor see any confidential files, maps or images. Therefore, wearing these suits is absolutely necessary.”

To Yong-Hee’s – and the other pioneers’ – dismay, the suits continued up the neck and covered the entire head save for three holes: two tiny ones at the nostrils and one for the mouth. However, before it was fitted, plug were fitted into her ears which were attached to a small device which Comrade Jun called an i-pod and which were, apparently, popular amongst the bourgeoisie of the decadent nations, and this was then attached to the back of her head where her hair was also bunched up. Comrade Jun pressed a button on it and it started to play revolutionary songs and stirring speeches by the Dear Leader Himself. Then a large ring gag was produced and fastened around her head causing her to keep her mouth open all the time. Then the hood was fitted and Yong-Hee’s world went black and she was alone with the sound of revolutionary marching bands.

She stood there in her own cocoon and then her rubber-clad arms were bent behind her in the usual monoglove and a collar fastened around her neck. She was then led by this collar for a certain distance until having a hand pressed on her head so that she knelt and then the chain was attached to something and Yong-Hee found that she couldn’t move further than a few centimetres.

And so there she stayed, the wisdom of the Dear Leader filling her head, for a period of time that she had no idea about. Nothing happened except that after some time she detected the smell of tobacco which made her realise that the elite of the Motherland were probably all in the room discussing confidential and important matters. The speech finished, then music began, then there was another speech, then more music and after a while the original speech began again. It was all on loop.

Then, whilst she was listening to the Dear Leader talk inspiringly about grain production in North Pyongan Province for the third time, she felt her chain tugged and to her surprise – and disgust – a flaccid male tool was inserted into her ring-gagged mouth. Then, horror of horrors, slowly water began to trickle from it, gathering in speed until it was a gushing torrent of acrid urine hitting the back of her throat. Trying to combat the natural gag reflex, the young pioneer gulped it down as fast as she could feeling violated and humiliated and yet also knowing that it was an honour that she should be glad for as she was serving the Motherland and, who knows, perhaps the penis in her mouth was that of the Dear Leader Himself?

Once the flow had finished and she had licked and sucked it dry and it had withdrawn, she began to think about it and wonder as to what it all meant. And then she realised: had not Comrade Kim said that the men were not allowed to leave the room because of the machinations of imperialist spies? But what if the room had no sanitary facilities? How great was the wisdom of the Dear Leader she realised at this point to provide an alternative to using the toilet and how ingenious was His solution to the quandary. Of course, that still didn’t stop her feelings of disgust, but now that she understood why this was happening to her, it made it easier to bear.

And so it continued until Yong-Hee realised that it wasn’t just the Politburo members who needed to use the toilet for she felt a familiar build up in herself, no doubt due to the fact that she had endured two streams of piss jetting into her throat during her incarceration in rubber. But what was she to do? She tried to hold it in but soon it became unbearable and so she let flow. The pee, with nowhere to go, simply stayed around her, seeping between her skin and the rubber, making it even slippier than before. She felt it trickling down her legs and longed to clean herself but of course, it was impossible. Instead she was entombed in rubber, getting hotter and sweatier, having pee spurted down her throat from the tool of an unknown male whilst her own wastes swilled all around her and endless speeches on the construction of new apartment complexes for steel workers in Ryanggang Province filled her ears.

After some time, something else unexpected happened. Something different was thrust into her mouth. It was a tube. She sucked on it and soup came through. She sucked and sucked realising that it must be dinnertime and the Dear Leader had thoughtfully considered the needs of His anonymous rubber-clad pioneers. After the soup, some water was fed through which was so clean and refreshing after all the pee. But then came the afternoon session, more of the same, with her politburo member peeing regularly, no doubt due to him drinking lots of water as the pee did seem to get more diluted.

She herself was also peeing on a regular basis and the liquids sloshed about in her suit, warming her further. Then came the need for something else, which she tried to stop, but again it was inevitable and after some time her solid waste was also mixed up with the rest. Thankfully, it wasn’t long after that when she felt her chain being tugged and she was led, her legs aching terribly from having been kneeling so long, to her room where she was freed from the terrible rubber prison, cleaned thoroughly by Comrade Jun and then thankfully put to bed.

Not that her ordeal was over though. The conference continued for another three days.

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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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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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Chapter 8 – Comrade Ju-Ae

The daily sucking session was not Yong-Hee’s only interaction with Comrade Jun-Ae and indeed, it seemed that Comrade Kim had decided to specifically pair the two young pioneers together.

Each afternoon, after their lunch of noodles, the platoon would all be taken to a large gymnasium which was unusual in that one wall was decorated by an enormous painting of the Dear Leader totally naked, his member standing proud, (and looking larger than the rubber replica that Yong-Hee now knew so well), and several young pioneers knelt around him, their rounded buttocks showing underneath their too-short skirts and their bulging breasts straining at their blouses, all of them looking up adoringly at the Dear Leader’s erect penis. In that strange room their clothes and restraints would be removed. Then collars would be fitted around their necks which were attached to heavy chains which were held by their minders, Yong-Hee’s being Comrade Kim of course. Then the girls were paired up and, as I have already said, Yong-Hee’s partner was Ju-Ae. The girls were then made to kiss one another, not normally, a quick peck on the cheek or mouth, but in a different and more disconcerting manner. Comrade Kim, (who walked around inspecting all the couples), insisted they stick their tongues into each other’s mouths so that their saliva mixed and they explored each other’s cavity with their tongues. At first Yong-Hee found this quite embarrassing and even repulsive, but her initial resistance was punished by a sharp smack on her buttocks by the cane that Comrade Kim carried with her and so she knew that this, like many other services to the Motherland, whilst arduous, was a trial that she must endure. And indeed, once she had accepted that, she began to enjoy it. Ju-Ae was a very pretty girl and, sharing so much, after a few weeks the pair began to develop a close affection for one another. They were similar in age and although from different parts of the country, both came from outlying provinces and humble backgrounds. And the more she liked Jun-Ae, the more it seemed natural to express that affection through kissing in such an intimate manner and indeed, by the look in Ju-Ae’s eyes and her motions, it seemed that her new friend felt likewise.

Soon, they were not just kissing but holding one another tight and letting their hands explore as much as their tongues. Yong-Hee loved exploring Ju-Ae’s smooth back and rounded buttocks, caressing her similarly taut and rounded and artificially-enlarged breasts, rubbing their denuded crotches together and then, playing with her nipples which, like her own, had been pierced and ringed. As the two girls played with each other’s rings whilst kissing and grinding her crotch against her companion’s waves of pleasure passed through her body causing her to tremble with anticipation and excitement. Sweat poured off them as their movements became more frantic and then one day, about a week or so after they had first joined together in such a manner, Yong-Hee felt that anticipation, excitement and pure pleasure build up inside her to such a point that she was on the verge of exploding with bliss when…

“Stop!”

She was yanked away from Ju-Ae by Comrade Jun and her companion was similarly treated by her minder holding her own neck chain. As the feelings subsided, the two gazed at one another in regret and desire. Never before had she felt like this and although she had never previously been attracted to women, at that moment she could think of nothing better than being with Ju-Ae.

Comrade Kim was called over and when she saw what had happened, she smiled. “Good work girls,” she said, “that is what the Dear Leader desires. Gaze at His image on the wall and pour those feelings of desire into His personage.” Then, turning to their minders, she rapped, “Put them together again when they are calm.”

And so they did. When the waves of desire had passed, the girls were placed together and ordered to kiss once more and so they did until the tension built and built as it had the time before.

They managed to achieve that moment of almost-bliss everyday from that day onwards. Comrade Kim explained that on occasions, as an aid to relaxation and as a treat for his guests, the Dear Leader often enjoyed having members of Platoon 72 perform before him as a prelude to him honouring one of them or another platoon member with his body. However, whilst the displays must always be “stimulating” and “genuine” the explosion of pleasure that Yong-Hee had felt coming on must “never be allowed to take place” for to indulge in such a feeling is “an act of adultery against the Dear Leader and as such, a crime against the Motherland and the People”. Whilst Yong-Hee was a virtuous and good citizen and respected the Dear Leader with her very life, this command was one which she felt hard to bear for, after being brought to the edge repeatedly in such a manner, then she would spend the rest of the day in frustration, aching to be with Ju-Ae or just to touch her own crotch and rub it in order to bring on the feelings. But of course, as soon as the sessions were over, then her arms were laced behind her in the monoglove again and often she was gagged so whilst she and Ju-Ae could be together, there was no chance for any joyful copulation.

Not that all the sessions were so joyful mind. After a few weeks, instead of being ordered to kiss her friend, she was asked to suck and lick her crotch, similar to how she did during the sessions when Comrade Ju-Ae wore the replica of the Dear Leader’s penis, but this time her tongue exploring the Young Pioneer’s denuded cleft, it playing on the ringed beauty bud. As with the kissing, she could feel her companion tremble, sweat and get more and more excited until that dreaded and yet inevitable moment when their minders yanked them away from one another and they had to turn their attentions to the enormous image of the naked Dear Leader, imagining themselves to be one of those honoured pioneers kneeling at His feet. Then the roles were reversed and Yong-Hee was in heaven as her friend’s tongue explored and stimulated her, bringing her to greater and greater excitement until… “Stop!” Yank! Stare at the Dear Leader once more.

But after that things got really strange. Ju-Ae was ordered to bend down on all fours and her bottom plug was removed. Then she was commanded to approach her friend from behind, but her face into Comrade Ju-Ae’s bottom and explore her bottom hole using her tongue. This was not nearly so pleasant as the other tasks, but dutifully she did as she was told although she grimaced as she tasted her friend’s bottom juices. “Explore thoroughly and thrust your tongue up as far as it will go!” commanded Comrade Kim, using her cane on Yong-Hee’s own bottom, hitting her so hard that she gasped and Ju-Ae gave a small, ladylike fart into her face. Ashamed at how she may be letting the Dear Leader down by not displaying enough zeal, she exerted herself further and was soon rewarded by trembles and groans from Comrade Ju-Ae who obviously enjoyed the experience. And when the roles were reversed, Yong-Hee understood why, for whilst the action may be disgusting when performing it, when the recipient it was quite exquisite and it excited her almost as much as the other two activities.

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Serving the Dear Leader: Part 4

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Chapter 6 – Welcome to Platoon 72!

After being dressed, Yong-Hee was led to a large gymnasium hall full of extremely pretty girls all gagged and restrained just as she was. They assembled in rows just like normal pioneers and then Comrade Kim addressed them all, officially welcoming Yong-Hee to the platoon at which they all bowed to her.

Then it was time for Morning Exercises. This meant they all had to jump up and down, run around the gym, stretch and other such things, like normal exercises except that balance was now much more difficult with her enormous breasts now wobbling around in front of her and her arms pinioned behind her in the monoglove.

After that all the pioneers were fed a cup of water and it was time for the National Anthem which they stood up for whilst gazing at the Flag of the Motherland and the image of their beloved Dear Leader who loved them all so very much.

Political education next. There was a newsreel of the Dear Leader giving His famous On The Spot Guidance and then a rather difficult to follow documentary on Imperialist Aggression. So far, apart from the strange restrictions, this was not so different to normal pioneer activities, but then it all got a whole lot stranger. Another video was inserted into the machine but instead of depicting the glorious achievements of the socialist motherland, this was a film imported from the corrupt imperialist west and it showed an African man with an extremely large tool repeatedly penetrating a groaning blonde lady. They all watched the film in silence – and Yong-Hee in shock – and then Comrade Kim started to lecture them on what they had seen, but instead of offering criticism of Western decadence, she analysed the performance of the groaning blonde, ordering one of the pioneers to get up to the front and then, taking a large rubber doll, she ungagged her and released her from her monoglove and then asked her to replicate some of the moves, passing comment and judgement on her performance. Then the film was watched again, another pioneer picked todo similar practising and then the film was watched for a third and final time. After that it was another newsreel depicting the Dear Leader showing His great love for the People of the Motherland and then it was time to eat.

After their meal – which was spoon fed to all the pioneers like babies – Comrade Kim decreed a period of relaxation and all the girls were allowed to go out onto a terrace which overlooked a glorious mountain vista. There, their gags were removed although the monogloves stayed on, and they were allowed to converse with one another. All the girls flocked around Yong-Hee, welcoming her to Platoon 72 and kissing her on the cheek. Then she started asking questions about her new life. It seemed that the platoon was a special one dedicated to serving Him who has given so much to the Motherland and that all of them, although young and innocent, had actually been and shared a bed with the Dear Leader, an honour which bought tears to the eyes of several of the girls even in the mere remembrance of the great honour, and indeed, all were sure that Yong-Hee too would have that honour soon and that was why they had the lessons using the decadent imperialist pornography – of which the platoon had an enormous library apparently – in order that they may service His needs so much more more effectively. Yong-Hee could certainly see the logic in this and she understood that the changes made to her body may also help Him to relax and achieve contentment, but as she was still a virgin, the thought of sharing a bed with anyone, even a Man-God like the Dear Leader filled her with more than a bit of fear. She was going to ask about this with her new-found comrades but then a bell rang and all the young pioneers of Platoon 72 then lined up just in time for Comrade Kim and the others to come and refit their gags. Then it was back into the hall for more pornographic education and so it continued until bedtime.

Chapter 7 – Oral training

The next morning Yong-Hee found herself and another pioneer taken off to a small side-room by Comrade Kim straight after the Political Education.

“Comrade, one of the most important duties of members of the honoured Platoon 72 is to provide relief and relaxation for the Dear Leader and, if He desires it, to important diplomats from fraternal nations.  Do you know Comrade Yong-Hee how it is that we may help the Dear Leader relax?”

“No, Comrade Kim.”

The teacher nodded. “”Very well, then I shall teach you. Comrade Ju-Ae, please come here!”

The requested Young Pioneer came over and bowed to her respected teacher. Then, to Yong-Hee’s surprise, Comrade Kim removed the Ju-Ae’s skirt and fasted around her waist a strange belt. It was much like any other belt except that it had a third strap running from front to back going along Ju-Ae’s bum crack and on the front was a realistic replica of a rather small male penis. Ju-Ae, assisted in none of this fitting as her arms were firmly secured behind her in a monoglove, but she did not seem at all nonplussed by the strange turn of events.

“Kneel in from of Comrade Ju-Ae!” commanded Comrade Kim.

Yong-Hee did as she was bid.

“What your fellow Young Pioneer is wearing is an exact replica of the penis of the exalted Dear Leader himself. I am sure that Comrade Ju-Ae feels extremely honoured to wear such an item.”

Ju-Ae, who was securely gagged, nodded vigorously.

“Now, Comrade Yong-Hee, there is a lesson that you need to learn here. Look at this replica of the greatest male penis in the world. It may not be the largest it is true, but you must learn that size is not important. The Dear Leader is, after all, not the tallest or heaviest person on earth, but does that reflect on the almost divine wisdom that he shows and the expert way in which he guides our country from glory to glory?”

Yong-Hee shook her head solemnly. So did Ju-Ae.

“Good, and so it is with His penis. Small, perhaps, but perfect. Look at how beautiful it is and how the balls are perfectly balanced. When I see such male perfection I am almost reduced to tears of love for our Dear Leader.”

To Yong-Hee the rubber penis before her looked much like any other, albeit smaller. Not that she had seen many before; only those of her father and brothers as they came out of the bath, and of a couple of boys at school who she and some other girls had spied upon whilst they were changing for physical exercise. But nonetheless, she knew not to question Comrade Kim.

“The male penis is central to His whole being. It is with the penis that He provides us with children and that He receives pleasure. From now on the penis of the Dear Leader shall become your central preoccupation in life, as it is with Comrade Ju-Ae here.”

Again the gagged and bound girl nodded vigorously.

“Now, look at these testicles here. They are important to a man because they are where the seed is stored which is later ejaculated from the end of the penis here to make babies. Can you imagine Comrade Yong-Hee that within those sacred testicles of the Dear Leader is produced seed which can create copies of that almost divine personage. What an honour it would be to have that seed spurted into you in order that you may carry the child of such a man-god! Of course, that latter honour will never be yours for that is not the purpose of Platoon 72, but the former honour is likely, for you shall receive that sacred seed and in doing so become the envy of every woman in the land and billions more beyond.”

“However, there is a problem with how the male body works, that being that regardless of whether it is serviced or not, the testicles keep producing seed and, if they are not emptied regularly, then the man will become irritated and stressed. Oh how hard it must be for the Dear Leader whose only thought is the Motherland, tirelessly spending his days at the Front, giving On The Spot Guidance to the workers and inspiring us all, when does He have time to be serviced, to have His tensions lessened? It is a hard role for Him but He is up to it and blessed are we all for that! And your job is, when He does find a spare moment, to help relieve Him. And the first way we may do this is as follows. Please, take the penis in your mouth.”

A little shocked, Yong-Hee leant forward and put the rubber appendage in her mouth. Once this was done, Comrade Kim ordered her to start sucking which she did. Quite why this should be done, she really couldn’t fathom out, but she guessed that it must relieve that tension somehow and she felt saddened to think that the Dear Leader be burdened with stress in any way and honoured that she may be able to help Him in this.

As she sucked, Comrade Kim watched intently. She ordered Yong-Hee to change her actions, to lick the underside, to swirl her tongue around, to nibble gently with her teeth and then finally, the teacher took her pupil’s head and rammed it onto the rubber penis, taking hold with both hands and pistoning it back and forth until Yong-Hee was almost choking and gasping for air.

Then, all of a sudden, something happened. Strange salty good jetted out from the tip of the penis and filled her mouth, dribbling down her chin. Stunned, Yong-Hee coughed and tried to spit it out, but Comrade Kim held her head firmly. “Swallow it! Swallow it!” she commanded. The taste was disgusting, but Yong-Hee swallowed nonetheless. Then, when it was done, she stood up and Jun-Ae was ungagged and then ordered to lick her comrade’s face clean until not a spot of the salty goo remained. “That liquid is your reward for good work,” instructed Comrade Kim, “and you must always be grateful for it. You must learn to enjoy it, to crave it, to live for it. Your reason for being is to receive that liquid for whenever it spurts into you, either through that hole or one of the other two, then you have fulfilled your duty to the Motherland. Now, in order to emphasise that point, drink this.”

It was a small cup full of a similar salty goo. Yong-Hee drank it in one mouthful and grimaced. Then Comrade Kim took out the white ballgag and fastened it around Yong-Hee’s head. You shall wear this until mealtime. Do not swallow the liquid inside your mouth; I expect to find it still there when I remove this at the meal table. Instead savour the taste and learn to love it, just as Jun-Ae has been doing for the last hour. “Comrade Jun-Ae, here is another cup for you.” Jun-Ae drank hers and her ballgag was replaced. It seemed to be standard practice for all Platoon 72 members to have such liquid in their mouths.

And from that day forward, the exercise was performed everyday, an hour before each meal. Jun-Ae would wear the belt and Yong-Hee would suck her, before the roles were reversed and Yong-Hee had her skirt removed and Jun-Ae would suck her off. Then both were given a cup of goo which they kept in their mouths until they ate. From that day on, the taste of semen in her mouth became the norm for the brave young pioneer from Hamgyong Province.

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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?

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Chapter 4 – Modifications

Comrade Kim had said nothing more about the “modifications” save that they would need time to “heal” and after her interview, Yong-Hee joined the other members of Platoon 72 for a political education class. All the young pioneers sat in rows on the floor like little children and watched a video about the Dear Leader. In the film the Dear Leader was visiting soldiers at the front, giving On the Spot Guidance in factories and chatting with farmers about their crop. His wisdom and care for His people were emphasised as too was His total dedication to the Motherland and its socialist ideals. He braved any weather to reach out to His people and often went without sleep and food in order to help all that He could and in such He was a model to them all. Although the story was familiar to her, Yong-Hee never tired of hearing about the Dear Leader since she, like all children of the Motherland, knew how blessed they were to be guided by such a wise master as He and she was excited at the chance to be able to serve Him personally in some unspecified manner in a month’s time.

Then, after the class, there was a meal, an enormous helping of noodles which even had some bits of meat in them. Being accustomed to the meagre rationed imposed on the Motherland during the Arduous March when so many died of hunger due to the machinations of the imperialists, such a feed was blessing indeed and that night Yong-Hee went to bed both full and happy.

The next morning she was woken and showered by Comrade Jun but then, to her surprise, instead of being dressed in her pioneer’s uniform, a simple hospital smock was brought out and Yong-Hee was led down some corridors to a large white room with an operating table in the middle. It was clearly some sort of hospital but this confused Yong-Hee for she wasn’t in any way ill. She looked at Comrade Jun quizzically, but her minder just put her finger to her lips and said, “Trust in the wisdom of the Dear Leader.” Yong-Hee felt silly indeed! Of course she should trust in His wisdom and should never doubt that anything that happened to her was not for the best, for He always had His people’s best interests at heart. Consequently, upon Comrade Jun’s instructions, she climbed on the bed and then waited. Several minutes later a doctor entered followed by a nurse in scrubs. They both greeted her with a smile and then the doctor asked her to hold out her arm. She did so and immediately the nurse plunged a needle into it. Within seconds she found herself drifting off, unable to do anything about it.

When she awoke there was no one else there. Although drowsy she felt somehow different. She decided to sit up and see what had happened but when she tried she found that she could not for she was strapped down to the bed. As her head cleared she tried to make sense of things and see where her body was different. Slowly she began to realise that there were two areas that felt somehow affected: her crotch which felt tingly and inexplicably weird and her breasts which felt heavier.

Just as she was coming to these realisations, the nurse entering the room. “Hello Comrade Hong Yong-Hee, how are you feeling today?”

“Good Comrade, but what has happened?”

“Oh we just put you out whilst we conducted the first stage of your modifications. You’ll be pleased to know that they are healing well and so I have come to start on the next stage. Just relax, you shall only feel a small prick…”

And again she was injected in her arm and again her world went black.

This time when she woke up, Yong-Hee definitely noticed the difference in her breasts. They were heavier indeed. Her breasts had never been heavy at all, indeed, they had only just started to develop in the last year or so and, like all the women of the Motherland, they were destined to be small. But now, even though she was still strapped to the bed, she could look down at see two globes bulging from her chest. But why? Why make her breasts bigger? Such thoughts confused her until she remembered that it was the will of the Dear Leader and therefore there was no point in questioning; whether she could see the wisdom in it or not, it had been done in her best interests.

Now whilst she could see her breasts, she knew also that there were other changes that she could not see. At her crotch. That had felt funny last time but now it felt different again, as if something was in it. It was most disconcerting and confusing and Yong-Hee lay there for what seemed like hours wondering what it could all be about. Then, like last time, the nurse returned with another needle and she entered a world of darkness again.

The third time when she awoke she was not alone the nurse was there already as well as Comrade Kim. “Aha, you’re awake Comrade Yong-Hee!” explained her mentor, clapping her hands together. “My how you have changed, these modifications really do suit you!”

Yong-Hee wanted to ask just exactly what they were but the nurse came up to her with a cup. “Drink this,” she said. It was soup which was both warm and nourishing. As she drank, the nurse explained. “You have been out for three days and during that time you have been fed on a drip which is why you are not so hungry. In the three period when you were drugged we have made some significant modifications to your body as ordered by the Dear Leader Himself. The first is the one that you have probably realised: your breasts have been injected with silicone which has increased their size considerably. Previously you were a 70A[1] but now you have swelled to a magnificent 80F[2] and I must admit, they are quite dramatic. After your final session of injections your nipples were stretched and then pierced and so a ring goes through the centre of each one. Look, I shall play with them.”

The nurse put her hand to Yong-Hee’s left nipple and fingered it. A ripple of pleasure spread through the young pioneer’s body as the ring kept the nipple erect and engorged. This caused her to blush with shame which in turn caused both the nurse and Comrade Jun to laugh.

“There is nothing to be ashamed about Comrade Yong-Hee, that is why they were ringed! The Dear Leader wants His pioneers to feel pleasure just as He enjoys pleasure Himself.”

“He is so thoughtful,” murmured Yong-Hee at which they two ladies nodded enthusiastically.

“He is indeed which is why He has ordered such fine modifications for you. It is not just the breasts either. Your crotch may feel different too and so it should for we first of all had all your pubic hair shaved and them permanently removed using a laser. You will never grown hair there again and so will always be fresh, clean and inviting. But that is not all. Come, get up and look at what has been done.”

The young pioneer was helped from the operating table and supported – for her legs were weak and like jelly after days of inaction – over to a full-length mirror. There she saw her own image and gasped. The enormous globes projecting in front of her with the gold rings on each nipple was shocking enough but what had been done down below was even more so. Her beauty lips were fully displayed due to the absence of all her pubic hair but in the midst of them her beauty bud had somehow been teased out so that it was red and engorged and like her nipples, that too had had a small gold ring driven through it. “I must say, Comrade Surgeon Jap-Yong has done an excellent job on you and I am sure that you will come to enjoy that ring for it keeps your beauty bud constantly engorged and at peak sensitivity so that you will always be excited in a sexual way.”

Again the innocent young pioneer blushed and again the two older ladies laughed. “You need a bath, Comrade, so come with Comrade Jun here and we can get you back to the platoon. Congratulations Comrade Hong Yong-Hee, you are now a true member of Platoon 72!”

[1]               UK 32A; US 32AA

[2]               UK 36E; US 36DD

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