Operation Red Harvest:- 1985 Phase One Infiltration

[pc305435632]

There are two old movies that are very classic
"One, Two, Three" (1961)
https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0055256/
"Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb" (1964)
https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0057012/

[Stormtrooper1990]

There are two old movies that are very classic
"One, Two, Three" (1961)
https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0055256/
"Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb" (1964)
https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0057012/

Thanks pc

I can remember the end credits of Dr Strangelove

The late great Vera Lynn with "We'll Meet Again"

Sings us out as the world Is blown up

[pc305435632]

I have a story about pretending to be an accident. For special victims, such as female police officers or soldiers. Protagonists can be female thieves stealing art or female spies stealing intelligence.

1. Cover two policewomen (with a police car) with chloroform cloth. Take off their uniforms and make masks. Tie them up and leave them in the abandoned warehouse.

2. Use their identities to do things.

3. Return to the abandoned warehouse. Drowned two policewomen in a bucket. dress the uniform back on the corpses.

4. Put the corpses on the police car and push the police car into the river.

The next day's news: The police car accidentally crashed into a river, and two female police officers were drowned.

[dummy76]

This is such a good idea! Or two soldiers?

I have a story about pretending to be an accident. For special victims, such as female police officers or soldiers. Protagonists can be female thieves stealing art or female spies stealing intelligence.

1. Cover two policewomen (with a police car) with chloroform cloth. Take off their uniforms and make masks. Tie them up and leave them in the abandoned warehouse.

2. Use their identities to do things.

3. Return to the abandoned warehouse. Drowned two policewomen in a bucket. dress the uniform back on the corpses.

4. Put the corpses on the police car and push the police car into the river.

The next day's news: The police car accidentally crashed into a river, and two female police officers were drowned.

[Stormtrooper1990]

I have a story about pretending to be an accident. For special victims, such as female police officers or soldiers. Protagonists can be female thieves stealing art or female spies stealing intelligence.

1. Cover two policewomen (with a police car) with chloroform cloth. Take off their uniforms and make masks. Tie them up and leave them in the abandoned warehouse.

2. Use their identities to do things.

3. Return to the abandoned warehouse. Drowned two policewomen in a bucket. dress the uniform back on the corpses.

4. Put the corpses on the police car and push the police car into the river.

The next day's news: The police car accidentally crashed into a river, and two female police officers were drowned.

That does sound really cunning, no-one will now the truth and our heroines are richer for it.

[pc305435632]

This is such a good idea! Or two soldiers?

I have a story about pretending to be an accident. For special victims, such as female police officers or soldiers. Protagonists can be female thieves stealing art or female spies stealing intelligence.

1. Cover two policewomen (with a police car) with chloroform cloth. Take off their uniforms and make masks. Tie them up and leave them in the abandoned warehouse.

2. Use their identities to do things.

3. Return to the abandoned warehouse. Drowned two policewomen in a bucket. dress the uniform back on the corpses.

4. Put the corpses on the police car and push the police car into the river.

The next day's news: The police car accidentally crashed into a river, and two female police officers were drowned.

Yes, you can also change "drowning" to "breaking the victim's neck", and change "the car fell into a river" to "the car hit a tree".

[Stormtrooper1990]

This is such a good idea! Or two soldiers?

I have a story about pretending to be an accident. For special victims, such as female police officers or soldiers. Protagonists can be female thieves stealing art or female spies stealing intelligence.

1. Cover two policewomen (with a police car) with chloroform cloth. Take off their uniforms and make masks. Tie them up and leave them in the abandoned warehouse.

2. Use their identities to do things.

3. Return to the abandoned warehouse. Drowned two policewomen in a bucket. dress the uniform back on the corpses.

4. Put the corpses on the police car and push the police car into the river.

The next day's news: The police car accidentally crashed into a river, and two female police officers were drowned.

Yes, you can also change "drowning" to "breaking the victim's neck", and change "the car fell into a river" to "the car hit a tree".

That might not work, seeing that during a car accident, a great deal of force is applied to the human body. So lacerations and blunt force trauma, usually to the head area, which can be the main cause of death in road accidents.

Usually the injuries can vary depending on whether or not the victims were Alive, asleep or even dead at the time of impact.

The broken neck, will be labelled as a contributing factor. Say your head hits the steering column,
fractures the skull, the force will also break your neck, but not fatally. Many have walked away with worse.

So it might be detected as pre mortem.

[Mr. Peaky Blinder]

I have a story about pretending to be an accident. For special victims, such as female police officers or soldiers. Protagonists can be female thieves stealing art or female spies stealing intelligence.

1. Cover two policewomen (with a police car) with chloroform cloth. Take off their uniforms and make masks. Tie them up and leave them in the abandoned warehouse.

2. Use their identities to do things.

I like these two. Keep them hidden for months. Use their ids and fingerprints to frame them. Then at the end, they are taken away in a prison van.

[pc305435632]

This is such a good idea! Or two soldiers?

Yes, you can also change "drowning" to "breaking the victim's neck", and change "the car fell into a river" to "the car hit a tree".

That might not work, seeing that during a car accident, a great deal of force is applied to the human body. So lacerations and blunt force trauma, usually to the head area, which can be the main cause of death in road accidents.

Usually the injuries can vary depending on whether or not the victims were Alive, asleep or even dead at the time of impact.

The broken neck, will be labelled as a contributing factor. So it might be detected as pre mortem.

You're right. I think drowning is better.

[FemaleSpy]

The concept of this story came about from discussions with Female Spy and Panpanchenchen( pc). I have to thank them for their assistance in making this story possible. Picture the scene, it's 1985 the height of the cold war. A soviet submarine lies off the coastal waters off of Miami, it's mission to deliver 5 young KGB operatives onto American soil. Their mission is to sow chaos amongst their capitalist enemies. This is their story...


She could see shafts of the moonlight light, piercing through the clear crystal water around her as she slowly swam towards the Miami coastline. As Codename Raven adjusted her oxygen tank, she reflected on the path that had led her here. Ravens real name was Comrade-lieutenant Irina Huntley, she was born to Natalya Pavlichenko and Donald Huntley. Her mother was Ukrainian, her father American, both were ardent supports of the Communist Party of America. They had both settled in Iowa, but spied for the KGB. They raised Irina to be just like an average American, she was even in the Cheerleading squad, but in truth they raised her in the universal truth of Marxism. When Irina was 18, her family was forced to leave their home, after they had been exposed as soviet agents. Irina remembered the night, when she was hurriedly woken up by her frantic parents, dressed in only her nightshirt, Irina had little time to pack anything. They feld their home with only minutes to spare, and made for the Soviet consulate in Junction City. From there, they returned to the motherland, where Irina was enrolled into a special new spy program called Red Phantom. A KGB initiative, to train young Soviet American Women like herself in the art of disguise and infiltration. Now her training was complete, and she was eager to take her revenge on the country of her birth. Now 22, Irina had high cheekbones, blue piercing narrow eyes, and an angular face. Her long black hair, flowed behind her in the water. She turned to her partner and best friend Diana Saunders, or Codename Wren, giving her an ok sign. Diana was born in Chicago, Illinois to a Russian Mother and American father. Her mother had been interred by the FBI for her activism, forcing Diana and her father to flee. Irina had met her during training and the two had formed a close bond. Now here they were, paving the way for their three fellow operatives. Diana was 21 with shoulder length blonde hair, shallow cheekbones, green eyes and a heart shaped face. They swam towards their first targets, two young female lifeguards.


From the sub K-834 that had brought the team in, they had identified a beach that would be suitable for infiltration purposes. There were five female subjects on the beach, three young women dressed in the typical garb of the counter culture and two lifeguards. They would serve as viable Infiltration targets. Raven and Wren's first objectives were to eliminate the two lifeguards, take their swimsuits, and ensure the arrival of the rest of the team. Then, they would eliminate the three young women on the beach, their clothing serving as suitable disguises for Operatives Mockingbird, Sparrow and Starling. Once the beach was secure, they could signal for their equipment to be brought ashore from the sub.

Lifeguards Vicki Hunter and Bryony Taylor, had thought they saw a glimmer of light just above the surface of the water about 200m ahead of them. They had both decided to swim out into the shallows to take another look. At 23, Vicki Hunter was a stunner with long light brown hair, slender cheekbones, pale blue eyes with a rounded face. She was attired in a deep red one piece swimsuit, with "guard" stencilled in white flashed across her C-cup breasts, a whistle on a blue cord hung from her neck. Her friend and fellow lifeguard Bryony was dressed similarly. Bryony was 22, with long ash blonde hair, high cheekbones and a heart shaped face, with blue eyes. " Are you sure, Vicki? You might have just been seeing things?" Vicki shook her head. " You can never be too careful, B. What if it's commies and they are preparing to invade?" Bryony laughed. " You actually believe that reds under the bed, crap? My dad says that once the reds that their asses tanned in Afghanistan, Gorbichov will sue for peace." She glanced book at the beach. " Come on Vikki, we better get back up there before the skaters tag the entire beach." Before they could turn back to the beach, they both felt the sensation of being pulled underwater, hands being clamped around their mouths, as they struggled for oxygen. They both desperately tried to pull the selves free of their attackers, but they were too strong. Both women slowly lost consciousness, as they were suffocated underwater.


Raven smiled and gave a thumbs up to Wren, they had just made their first kills in the name of Mother Russia. Holding the dead women by their hair, they stripped off their wetsuits and aqua lungs. Raven had selected the brunette, while Wren held the blonde girl. Holding their breaths, the two agents peeled the dead lifeguards out of their swimsuits, Raven glanced at the dead naked women, they were both toned and athletic, the brunette had well rounded, firm C-cup breasts with circular pink areolas with a small vulva crowned with a trimmed strip of brown pubic hair, whilst the blonde had smaller but more buoyant B-cups with rose petal light pink areolas and a fuller vulva crowned with a tuft of ash blonde pubic hair. The two operatives tied their wetsuits and aqua lungs to the dead women's feet, sinking the corpses to the sea floor, were they looked oddly peaceful in the moonlight, they then pulled on their stolen swimsuits over their naked bodies and waded onto the beach, hidden by rocks. " It feels so good to breathe fresh air again, eh. Irina" whispered her friend Diana. The swimsuit she taken from the lifeguard fit her well " I hate breathing that recycled air" said Irina as she signalled the sub, with her small flashlight cupping it to avoid detection. " Those American girls were soft, they went down to easily." Diana smiled, it was a lovely smile thought Irina. " Aren't we "those American girls" too?" She joked. Irina shook her head, she had always appreciated Diana's easy humour. " We were all born with Soviet blood, that what's makes us their superior." Diana gestured with her head towards the three skater girl's. " I feel really sorry for Nancy's group, they have to dress up in their rags. " Irina scoffed at them. " You know back home, those girls would have been conscripted by now. Given purpose and belief, instead they cling to their pathetic freedoms, so they can waste away. That could have been us if we stayed in this cesspit." Diana glanced at the water, seeing bubbles near the surface. " Here comes Starling."


Nancy Orimova and her team were nearing the coast, they caught site of the handiwork of Raven and Wren, two naked corpses of the lifeguards tied down to the sea floor, the moonlight glinting off their bare pert asses. Nancy Orimova was 19, was the baby of the group, with short auburn hair cut into a wavy comb over. She had sculpted cheekbones, almond shaped teal eyes and sharp but beautiful features. Born Nancy Rawlings, she hailed from Pennsylvania, a product of Andrew Rawlings , her American father and Lyuda Orimova her Russian mother. She took her mother's name, after he and her mother had been arrested by the FBI for membership in the communist party and spying for the KGB . Believing her innocent, the FBI had left her alone. That was a mistake they would live to regret, she immediately packed her things and went to the consulate in Pittsburgh. Nancy begged them to let her join the KGB, and now here she was a product of Red Phantom. Her codename Starling. She glanced at the other two in her team, her friends. Kelly Fordham was 20, codename Mockingbird hailed from New York, looked back at her with big brown eyes raised in a smile, her light brown hair done up in a ponytail at the back of her head. Her soft gentle features hidden by her respirator. Then came Sasha Harmon, the other blonde in the group, codename Sparrow. Aged 21, she hailed from Connecticut, born from a American Father and Russian mother. She had shoulder length platinum hair, born of her love for Blondie, with blue eyes, angular features and a slightly square jaw. The three spies swim past the naked corpses of the former lifeguards, as they waded ashore.


Nancy gripped the wrist of her friend and leader Irina as they came ashore, she was dressed in the one of the lifeguards swimsuits. " Irina good to see you, comrade-sister." Both women crouched behind the rock, looking at the skater girl's. " So there's our new clothes, this will be interesting." Nancy appraised them. One was wearing a white crop top, making no effort to cover her C-cup boobs, with denim shorts, her legs covered in black leggings, her feet covered in multicoloured roller blades. Her hair dyed red, hanging in pigtails down her shoulders. She had a smooth face with blue eyes, high cheekbones and a rounded youthful face, with ear studs in her small ears. She turned to Kelly. " She's your size, Kelly." Kelly peered at the girl. " I like her blades, had me a pair like that once." Taking that as a yes, Nancy glanced at the second skater. She was wearing a yellow numbered basketball top, with the number 69 on her back. With a pair of black denim shorts, and a pair of black roller blades on her feet. The girl had a sharp angular face with shallow cheekbones, and hazel eyes, with a nasal piercing and her hair dyed green on one side, red on the other, with ear studs embedded in her ears. She was pretty despite her atrocious look. " She is my size, the piercings won't be a problem. But her hair.." Irina pointed to a box of spray paint by their feet. " Use their paint, you can improvise a look. It's probably what they do, anyway." She said clapping her on the shoulder. Nancy nodded. " That could work." The last girl was wearing a long white t-shirt with 'erasure' splashed across her B- cup breasts, with long blue jeans, with black and white converse sneakers on her feet. Her short pxie style was dyed blue, and she was carrying a skateboard. She had a heart shaped face, with teal coloured eyes, and slender cheekbones, she had nasal, ear and, when she leaned up to tag a beach house, a navel piercing. " An Erasure T-shirt! I'am having that. Sorry comrades." Sasha went a shade of red, she was the teams expert on decadent western culture. Nancy turned to Irina. " So what's the play, comrade." Irina massaged her jaw. " Diana and I lure them back here, you three garrote them. Take them behind the rocks, strip them and we will sink their bodies down to join the lifeguards." Nancy smiled, she could see why Central had made her the boss.. The three operatives stripped naked, and readied their garrotes as Irina and Diana emerged from the rocks.


Terri Harper and her two friends Crystal Davies and Jenny Cutter, had come down to the beach this evening to piss off the skanky lifeguards, and to give this boring part of Miami a little taste of the counter culture revolution, all the while listening to cool tunes, their boom box was blearing out "Don't you forget about me." . Terri was 18, an high school senior, who bunked off more times then she attended, had her brown hair dyed red in pigtails. She laughed as her friend Crystal was 19, her spray painted blue, sprayed her third peace sign on the side of the beach house. " There, fuck you Miami." She whooped as her two friends laughed. And 18 year old Jenny with her hair sprayed punk style, shaved down one side. Blew a massive pink bubble, as she saw the two skanky lifeguards approach them. " Hey, look who it is queen skanky and her girlfriend." The three of them laughed as the brunette put her hands on her hips. " You three, come back here. I want you to explain yourselves." The three skaters eyed her and the blonde. " What's in it for us, skanks?" They wolf whistled the pair. The two life guards, eyed up the pair. " You can touch our boobs, we might even let you go further." The three skater girl's looked at each other, and laughed. " Alright were game. So will we do it here or what?" The brunette glanced at the rocks further down the beach. " Somewhere nice and quiet. We are all girls here, don't want the boys finding out." Jenny switched off the boombox, as Crystal picked up the box of spray paints, and Terri approached them. " I always wanted to fuck a preppy girl, lead on." The two lifeguards lead the the three skaters behind the rocks. As they put down their paints and boombox, they felt the sensation of wires being looped around their necks. They didn't have time to struggle, as their throats were crushed in one pull.


" That was a shame, I almost wanted to watch." Joked Nancy as the three agents knelt by the dead skaters and started to strip them. Nancy started by removing the dead girl's roller blades and body piercings, then flicking her arms up she pulled off the basketball top over the girl's head, exposing her well developed C-cup breasts, with perky slightly pointed light pink areolas. " Er.. Comrades mines not wearing any panties. She's gone commando." Said Kelly as gazed down on the small but firm B- cup breasts with rose petal pink areolas and shaved vulva. " Dirty, Yankee slut. No decency." Said Nancy as she pulled on her stolen basketball top. She turned away from Kelly, who was in the process of pulling off her victims !eggings. Nancy unbuttoned the black jean shorts, peeling them off the dead girl's hips and down her long legs, and freeing them off her body. " Hey guys, blue hair has nice underwear look." Came the voice of Sasha, Nancy could see the dead girl's matching floral pattern white bra and scanty panties. Nancy smiled at Sasha. " You always did have all the luck, Sash." Sasha grinned back as she rolled the corpse over, unclasping the bra. Coming back to her mark, Nancy whipped off the dead girl's black string thong, revealing a small pink vulva crowned with a thin strip of dark brown pubic hair. After finishing her observation, Nancy pulled on the scanty string thong then finished getting dressed in her stolen outfit. She looked over to see fellow agents had also finished getting dressed, even taking their victims piercings, Kelly had copied the red hairs pigtails. She glanced over to to see the naked corpse of the blue haired girl, with her small but firm B-cups with perky pointed roundel shaped areolas and small vulva crowned with thin strip of golden pubic hair. The three agents, walked up to the paint box improvising their new hair styles. Nancy had chosen the blue and yellow paint to match her top, while Kelly helped her self to shocking pink while Sasha had chosen the same blue colour as her victim.


When they were finished, Irina walked up to them, a huge grin on her face." You guys scrub up better then these Yankees. Their clothes suit you. Right, Diana and I will weigh these bitches down, you signal the sub." She called over Diana, as they ripped up the discarded wetsuits, tying the aqua lungs to the feet of the naked bodies of the skaters. They then dragged the bodies under the water, and sank them next to the naked bodies of the lifeguards. When they were finished, they surfaced to see a dinghy with two Soviet sailors, laden with their equipment, weapons and mask kits, row towards the beach. They saluted the two sailors as they walked into the lifeguards locker room. " Let's see if these Americans have any decent clothes." Their searching bore fruit, as Irina found a pink pastel top with blue jeans and white sneakers, with solid black matching bra and panties, there was also a white hair scrunchie. Diana had found a frilly yellow top with matching stonewashed high waisted jeans, denim jacket with patterned yellow socks and black pumps, with matching blue bra and panties, and a yellow hairband. " Seems these Americans had good taste." Quipped Diana. The two women stripped off their stolen swimsuits, then dried themselves. When they finished they dressed in their stolen clothes, Irina knotted up her hair in a long ponytail as Diana slotted the head band over her blonde hair. " Fits me like a glove,I knew that brunette was my size." Irina said as she felt her breasts beneath her pastel top. " Now we are dressed like Americans." Diana smiled as she pulled on her new denim jacket." They stashed their stolen swimsuits, in the locker. After applying a little make up they had found in handbags in the locker, along with some car keys, they looped them over their shoulders and walked out of the locker room.


" Well that's just great. We have to use spray paint, and these two get free make-up. Son-of-a-bitch." Laughed Nancy. All the group laughed as they regarded their equipment on the sand. " So this is it. Our guns, mini cameras and ricin ampules." Irina said as she glanced over to the departing Soviet dinghy, as rowed back to the sub. " Right, comrades. We meet at the safe house, Diana and I will load up on that pick up truck. I assume you three will arrive in style." Nancy looked around at Kelly and Sasha. " They will never see us coming, dressed like this." The five of them laughed, as Irina and Diana loaded up the lifeguards pick up truck. When they were finished, they got into the pick up and pulled onto the road driving towards the safehouse. Nancy hoisted the boombox on her shoulders, and switched it on. Soon the three agents were skating down the road, blowing pink bubblegum and listening to " Take on me." By Mortern Harket and A-ha! as they made their way towards the safehouse.

A very nice, exciting, fascinating and interesting story, I definitely liked it, but there were some small questions - since the rescuers suffocated in the water, does this mean that they were also undressed in the water and only then spies went out on land for the first time ...
Then clarification about clothes - Nancy, the youngest of the group, clearly made it clear that the girl was completely naked under leggings (which are called !eggins, very ambiguously, leggings and eggs at the same time, I liked this moment of sarcasm and comedy), but then where did it come from " black string thong", maybe I misunderstood or read something, but it looks like a sudden appearance, doesn't it? )

Otherwise, everything is more than clear and easy to read and consistent, thanks for the story

P.S. Apparently Nancy doesn't really like the idea, but I hope she gets sexy with the warm, sweaty leggings that are now hers ;D