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 2

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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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Serving the Dear Leader: Part 1

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Prologue

The band played and the crowd cheered. Everyone stood in line, smiling and proud. It was hardly believable, the Dear Leader, the Great Father of the Nation, that man-god who had won the war against the oppressors and guided His people to a glorious future in which, due to His ideology of Self Reliance, they were the envy of the world. He, the man Himself, had chosen to bless their small town with His presence, to visit the local quilt factory and give some of His legendary On the Spot Guidance to its workers. And she, humble Hong Yong-Hee, from a simple working family, had been chosen to present Him with a bouquet of local mountain flowers. She felt like the Flower Girl from the famous film, meeting the greatest figure on earth in person.

“Quilts are important, for the weather in winter in Hamgyong Province is bitter and icy. It brings tears to my eyes when I see these fine quilts produced for the benefit of working people across the province. But please, remember, stuff each one fully with eiderdown, for cutting the corner just a little could result in the freezing to death of an honoured elderly citizen.”

They all gasped at such sage and invaluable advice. He truly understood them! He truly cared about them and their needs! And he was right, for with the power shortages occurring more and more frequently, due to the machinations of the evil imperialists, then without a warm quilt, folk could – and did – die. They clapped and cheered all the more and Hong Yong-Hee stepped forward to present the Dear Leader with his flowers.

He smiled as He took them off her, looked into her eyes and asked, “And what is your name young pioneer?”

“Hong Yong-Hee, sir.”

“And how old are you Yong-Hee?”

“I am fifteen, sir.”

“You are a fine and beautiful girl and your country needs great Pioneers just like you. I shall remember you always, Yong-Hee, I shall remember you always.”

Chapter 1 – The Visit

Around a month after the Dear Leader’s visit, they came to the door. They were dressed in Mao suits like all the other men but they all knew from their bearing who they were. “The girl is to come with us,” they said. “She has half an hour to pack.”

“But she has done nothing wrong!” protested mother.

“Wrong, no, she has not. She has done right, great right, and our Dear Leader, the Light of Our Nation has chosen to favour her and, by extension, you. She has been selected to join the elite Young Pioneer 72 Platoon and as such, your rations shall be doubled indefinitely.”

“But she is 16 in a week’s time and so ineligible for the Pioneers after that!”

“72 Platoon is a special platoon which relaxes the age requirement. Her services are needed by the Dear Leader and her age is not a barrier.”

“Oh, let us thank the Dear Leader for his kindness, wisdom and mercy!”

They all bowed before the portraits of the Great and Dear Leaders on the wall.

Half an hour later she left her childhood home forever.

Chapter 2 – Arrival

She opened her eyes and looked around her. She could not believe this place, the bedroom that she was lain in was bigger than her whole house before, with a fine king-sized bed, beautiful wooden walls and a large picture window showing the mountains and forests beyond. She got up and walked to that window. The view was breathtaking.

She had expected to be taken to the capital but instead they’d driven north, for hour after hour, through the dark unlit towns and villages, along the bumpy roads of the Workers’ Paradise. Then, in the dead of night, they had pulled up beside a large building deep in the mountains. Unlike everywhere else, it had an electricity supply. She was ushered in and shown her bedroom. Then she had fallen fast asleep.

Just then the door opened and a lady walked in. She was an older lady dressed in a beautiful hanbok. She bowed to Yong-Hee, introduced herself as Comrade Jun and then instructed her to come with her. She went through a second door and found herself in a beautiful bathroom. “Shower yourself thoroughly and wash your hair and then get dressed. As a Platoon 72 Pioneer you must always wear the full uniform whenever out of your room. When you are finished, come out and I shall attend to you.”

Hong Yong-Hee had never known such luxury. The water was warm and the flow steady. Never before in her life had she known either before. She lathered herself in gorgeous-smelling shower gel and then both shampooed and conditioned her hair. Oh how benevolent the Dear Leader is! Then she towelled herself dry with a thick, soft towel and used a hair dryer on her long black hair. Then she dressed herself. It was only after she had put the clothes on that she noticed the difference.

The uniform was the standard pioneer uniform. For her feet there were white socks with a blue trim that reached mid-calf and then a pair of black shoes; there was the pleated blue skirt with white trim and straps over her shoulders; there was the standard white blouse with white collar and short sleeves, also trimmed with blue. On its shoulder was her platoon badge – 72 – and around her neck, of course, the famous blood-red scarf. That was normal, but somehow the way they fitted was not. The shoes for example, usually they were flat but these had considerable heels, whilst the skirt did not reach mid-thigh, but instead only just covered her bottom. And around that bottom was a pair of silk pants that were lewd in the extreme, covering very little, being mere pieces of string around the waist and at the back. She felt exposed but supposed that they had merely made a mistake with her size.

Emerging back into her bedroom, the Comrade Jun bade her to sit on a chair and she brushed Yong-Hee’s hair until it shone before then putting it into two pig-tail plaits. This surprised Yong-Hee as she hadn’t worn her hair in that way for many years, it being the style of young girls but she was told that it was the standard style for Platoon 72. Then she was led out of the room, taken down some corridors and into a large room with tables and chairs in which other girls dressed as she was were sat. To her surprise, all were much older than the standard young pioneers, the youngest looking sixteen like herself but the oldest perhaps in their thirties. The lady in the hanbok announced her as Hong Yong-Hee, the latest recruit to the platoon and they all crowded round her and greeted her with kisses and kind words of welcome. Then she was led away to a room with a doctor’s operating table where she was, strangely and without any explanation save that the Dear Leader is concerned for the health of all His Pioneers, given a thorough medical examination including her private areas. Then she was led to another room where a second hanbok-clad lady was sat. Yong-Hee was asked to sit down and the lady began talking.

Chapter 3 – Platoon 72

“Hong Yong-Hee, welcome to Young Pioneer Platoon 72. Being chosen to serve in this platoon is a great honour for any girl as all members are handpicked by the Dear Leader Himself. I am told that He picked you after you handed Him flowers when He visited your province recently. That must have been a great day for you.”

“Yes Comrade, it was, the greatest day of my life.”

“Indeed. My name is Comrade Kim and I am your platoon leader. You will follow me and learn from me and thus become another successful member of this platoon. Platoon 72 was created by the Dear Leader Himself as soon as He ascended to power after the sad, sad loss of the Great Leader whom we all miss dearly. The platoon was established under His benign wisdom to provide entertainment and comfort to the Dear Leader Himself when he stays at this place which is His mountain retreat and also to foreign leaders and diplomats. Our existence is a secret for the Western imperialist dogs would probably use it in their propaganda but the job we do is invaluable to the Revolution. Therefore, you are to question nothing and only obey, is that clear?”

“Yes Comrade Kim.”

“Good. Tomorrow you shall attend hospital. The Dear Leader Himself has requested some modifications to your appearance which, whilst you may not like them, are for your best interests as He has suggested them.”

“I would never question the will of the Dear Leader, Comrade.”

“And nor would any of us. After your modifications have healed, your training shall begin in order for you to be ready for service when the Dear Leader returns here in a month’s time with the President of Pridniestrovia.”

“Do you mean that I shall be meeting Him again, Comrade Kim?”

“Oh yes, you certainly shall.”

“I feel so honoured!”

“You are Comrade Hong Yong-Hee, you are.”

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