I open my eyes but can see nothing—blindfolded. I can feel the earth and grass beneath me...

I open my eyes but can see nothing—blindfolded. I can feel the earth and grass beneath me. My hands and feet are bound. It's painful, like thorns digging into my wrists and ankles.

"You're not going anywhere," a voice whispers.

That sultry, unmistakable accent: geographically unambiguous. Kim Yo-Jong, I say to myself.

"The more you struggle, the tighter the ropes squeeze," she continues. "Not preferable... unless you like pain."

"Where am I?" I shout.

Yo-jong shushes me and removes the blindfold. We're in a small clearing surrounded by dense forest, the canopy sparse enough for moonlight to peek at the forest floor.

"Careful," Yo-jong says. She's at the edge of the treeline, circling around me. The pale light of the moon silhouettes her svelte, nubile figure. "The Kaesong woods are unsafe at night. You wouldn't want to wake up the beasties."

"Cut the shit. What do you want?"

"My, pushy aren't we?" Yo-jong circles back into view and flashes a toothy smile, her perfect white teeth hinting at a more sinister motive. "What do I want? Well, in a word: you. You see, I'm very hard to please, and when I get something in my head, I can't shake it until I have it."

"Well, if you're going to kill me, then just—"

"Oh, it's not your life I want, pet." Yo-jong's eyelids flap quicker as she approaches me and whispers, "It's your obedience."

I feel a slight flutter in my loins but I'm still unsure of her intentions. "I don't know what kind of twisted fantasy you've got in your head, but I'm not your guy."

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"Oh, but you are!" she giggles. "And you're going to do everything I say, you know why?" She motions toward a tree branch behind her. A cage hangs from its tip with a Korean man inside. "That's my pet, Jong-un—he's a murderous man, you see. Just the other day he killed that greedy rat Jong-nam. He thinks he's clever, but he's no match for me and Jong-un. Perhaps Song-thaek should have warned him before sending him after us. Anyways, sometimes even I can't control Jong-un. That's what the cage is for. Now, I don't take pleasure in violence... but no one gets between me and my desires."

"Listen, I don't care what—"

"Quiet," Yo-jong slaps me across the cheek. "You're mine! You're going to do what I say, and you're going to start now. First, you may not speak unless I give permission."

My cheek still stung; she had surprising power in her thin, slender hand. I don't know why, but I could feel my member beginning to grow. Still—I resist. "Fuck off."

Yo-jong stares at me in disbelief but gives a toothy smirk again. She moves her hands and the ropes tighten, their knots digging deeper into my skin. I grit my teeth as blood is drawn.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. What's that?" she taunts.

I want to remain defiant, but... I also want to obey.

She grins. "Good boy. Next, you will address me as Queen or Mistress. Is that understood?"

I exhale, completely at the mercy of Yo-jong. "Yes... my Queen."

She unfurls a maniacally sexy cackle and gestures towards Jong-un’s cage. "Final warning: you must do what I say." She holds up Jong-un’s leash and continues, "Otherwise, I rattle his cage. Jong-un really hates it when you rattle his cage."

The ropes shift once more, this time pulling my body into a spread-eagle position.

"Now, let's have some fun, shall we?"

The glee in her voice makes my groin tingle: I am her slave, and I must satisfy her. Before I open my eyes she's already pulled my pants down to my ankles, my now-fully engorged manhood standing at attention.

She gazes at it and exclaims, "I can feel it already, this is gonna be exciting!" She walks in between my legs, knees bending excitedly, and with both hands she firmly grips me. It feels better than I could have hoped—her slender fingers, a lifetime spent weaving the truth, were now weaving their way around my throbbing obelisk. "D'you like that?" she teases. "You may answer."

"Ye–yes, Mistress. I like it v–very much." With both hands she continues stroking me—I can barely speak without stuttering.

"Well, you're gonna love this." She produces an object, transparent and circular—I can't make it out in the darkness.

"What is that?"

Yo-jong slaps my shaft—the suddenness of the strike makes my entire body tense up, the rope knots digging into my wrists and ankles. "Did I say you could speak?" she says. I shake my head, but to my surprise I was starting to... like the pain. "If you must know, it's a chastity cage. I'm full of surprises."

She slides it down my shaft and wraps it around the base, now flaccid from her slap. In seconds my sphincter begins relaxing involuntarily, and my penis leaks seminal fluid. A look of excitement washes over her face. "Ohh, shiny!"

She quickly takes me in her mouth—the sensation is absolutely paralyzing. Her teeth gently skim my anus while her grating, stiff tongue follows. She's barely begun before I let out an impassioned moan.

"Are you close already?" she stops licking. "Answer."

"Ye–yes, please don't stop, Mistress."

"No," she says.

"But—"

Another slap sends a shockwave through my body, nearly pushing me over the edge of climax and unleashing upon my Queen.

"No cumming, else I give Jong-un's cage a good shake. I'll have you know, he likes to take his time when committing murder."

Without pause, she dives upon my quivering boy pussy once more and fingers it whole. I feel my sphincter loosen each time her fingers pass through.

I look down to see the arresting black eyes of my Mistress staring back. She pulls my tense, fluttering anus from her mouth, strings of saliva still attached to her tongue and flowing down like rivulets.

"I'm just getting started," she says.

She hikes up her pencil skirt and reveals herself, tight, hairless, and equipped with a pink strap-on: perfection. She lubricates her toy, now glistening in the moon light, and penetrates from my anus into the opening of my rectum. At this moment, everything feels out-of-body. As if I'm an Astral Spirit, I look down in shock as Yo-jong grabs onto my hips for leverage and continuously slams deep into my pink, virgin boy pussy. With each pump, she reaches deeper inside my rectum before pulling out to the anus. A thick, viscous slop begins frothing around the tip of my glans—a mixture of her drool and my sweet seminal fluid. Each time she penetrates me, the slop foams even thicker.

"I'm going to milk you fucking dry," she pants.

"Y–yes, M–m–mistress—" The paralysis of pleasure has completely taken hold.

"But not yet. I got a few tricks up my sleeve."

I can do nothing but stare, mouth agape as my Queen relentlessly impales me. Slowly, she is enveloped by shadow and darkness.

"Get ready for a surprise!"

I feel my narrow cunt grow even tighter around her shaft as she descends deeper into darkness. The inside of my walls press harder and harder against her strap-on—full-length penetration gets less challenging for my Mistress with each successive stroke. My legs are twitching, jolting, begging for release.

"You want to so bad, don't you?" she moans breathlessly. "You want to explode."

I grit my teeth and nod, holding it in. I cannot fail my Queen.

Finally, she leans in and delivers me from agony and torment. "Go ahead then," she sighs in my ear. "Cum for me."

As quickly as the last word escapes her lips, I erupt over myself. At this instant, we are the only two in the universe—Goddess and flesh are made one, joined together. Lustfully, sinfully in the moon-lit jungle, I empty myself in front of my Goddess. She yelps, the sheer force of my prostate orgasm taking even her by surprise.

Still, she leans in and wraps her arms around my neck, presses her head against mine, and continues slamming that wet pink dildo into my violently twitching boy pussy to milk my prostate. I shut my eyes—the sensation is unbearable; each stroke sends my body into convulsions.

Her relentless gliding inside my pulsating rectum summons volley after volley from my backed-up stores, the vigor and pleasure of each burst intensified by the chastity cage constricting my cock and her expertly tied knots binding me.

"My Queen," I moan, "It's... It's still c–coming out—"

"Good boy," she sighs into my ear. "Give me every drop."

At the peak of euphoria, I hear a sound. I open my eyes and see the words of a teammate, who'd stolen Jett from me in the draft:

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I want to rage—that should be me on Yo-jong. I belong to her. No one understands the Supreme Leader like I do—her curves... her delicate, sweet kinks... her perfection—yet this vulgar cretin has seized her Valorant counterpart from me.

So I activate push-to-talk and respond the only way I know how:

Yes, my Queen.

You Aussies never fail to post the best shitposts

shitpost? I'm just sharing what I want mommy to do to me once she becomes Supreme leader of the glorious Democratic People's Republic of Korea and reunites the Korean race.

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stop bro im fucking horny

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