Historines: Espionage [Commission]

Historines: Espionage [Commission]
Since the creation of government and foreign relations, suspicion of foreign lands have always been a concern of states. While also relying on rumours, citizens in foreign lands among other natural distributions of talks, placing agents in foreign lands to gather information about the ongoings in foreign lands, both public and secretive, have early on been important to ensure advantage over both enemies and allies.

However, the importance of espionage have especially grown important with the beginning of the industrial age. As international trade began growing more and more important on countries' prosperity, war became less and less a possible option, and to ensure quick victory in wars, spies became important for knowing the whereabouts of enemy armies as well foreign weaknesses.

Espionage especially reached its peak during the Cold War where NATO countries and Warsaw Pact countries would focus an intense amount of their budget on spying, as well stressing on its secrecy for its own population. But it was not only enemies that were infiltrated with agents, allies too were of concerns.

While spies generally was to establish a mole inside a private enemy area, they were sometimes commanded to execute orders, such as sabotage, spreading false rumours, bribe and even assassinations. With the growth and threat of foreign espionage, counter-espionage began growing in the same vein, looking for foreign elements within one's own borders. Today, spying has moved beyond just a tool of governments, with corporations taking participation too.


Togamau on
*looks at picture*
"Foreign elements within one's own borders..."
If you know what I mean~

again, couldn't resist.

Melissa on
Awww, Prussia baby! Don't pout, mommy's here. :3

anony on
The girls breasts always seem to be bigger when there's more than one P:

Yvonne on
As usual, this is amazing. And of course, the intel HAS to be hidden in someone's cleavage. ^^

hhgv on
What better place to hide top secret files then in their massive breasts.
@svip:www.dragon123@gmail.com is my use gmail. I sent you an email. By the way, this could've a short fiction story.

Bluh on
Cleverly, they're both disguised as hookers, posing as members of each others' racket.

Djoser on
We finally see a bigger Russia :P. Delicious girl. Also in my opinion, the ear muffs make her look even more adorable. But russian winters are no reason to laugh: ask Napoleonic and Nazi forces. Russia does have a powerful natural ally.

Svip on
@Djoser: Oh yeah, the Russia chick is an adorable girl.

@hhgv: Indeed, here is what I had in mind for a short story:

We were finally leaving our flat. It is almost painful waiting for time to go. Because it never seems to when you want it to. And I know I will sound like a broken record, but it is always running out when you need more. Still, at least our wait was over and we were moving into the lift. With breasts like the ones we had, a lift was a must. Not that we cannot walk stairs, but it tends to get slow.

Soon the lift reached the ground floor and we squeezed ourselves out in the street. Darkness had settled on the little town, and only street lights and windows were reminding us there were pavement and streets still. The street was almost completely empty, which is partly why we had choosen this time of day. We began walking down the pavement.

"Do you think will come?" I ask Prussia.

"She better come," she retorted without looking at me. "Besides, she wants what we got." Prussia lifted a document up from her cleavage to reveal our bargain, as she winked.

We walked close to one another, resulting in our breasts slapping and slamming together as each step continued the seemingly unstoppable shaking. This was the best part of walking with my flatmate. Slightly nervous about this deal, I stuffed my hands in my pockets, looking around at the lack of people.

Soon we came to a light post, that was placed near the houses rather than near the street as all the others. This was the odd one out. "This is the rendezvous," Prussia noted. "Let's wait here."

We stood without backs towards the light post, though our butts managed to touch one cheek against another. And likewise did our breasts. For a while nothing happened, and my flatmate was getting annoyed. She may not have spoken, but I could easily feel it. I decided it was time to waste the time more profittable than doing nothing, and slowly moved my right arm into her cleavage, to see if I could find anything other than the document.

Prussia did nothing to stop me, in fact, she began moving her left arm over into my cleavage. For a good while, we just stood there, hands deep in each other valley of softness, until a voice interrupted us.

"Digging for gold, gals?" France finally stood before us, looking cocky and clearly amused. "Must have taken many years for water and wind to create those massive canyons," she continued.

"It's not like your breasts aren't giant either," I noted at France's own massive pair of beachballs.

"Hey, I never mentioned I didn't like them," France began to move closer. "In fact, I'd like to get the feel of yours two," she said as her breasts mashed into ours.

"You got the package?" Prussia asked. France sighed, revealing the small parcel from her cleavage.

"You have the papers?" France inquered. Proud, Prussia revealed the document. "Then we have ourselves a deal," France continued as the items were exchanged.

Despite the deal being over, the three of us stood there for quite a while, enjoying the texture of each other's breasts. The softness, the sight. It's moments like these I wish would never end.

Bobby on
All right. You win. I can't think of a non-boob comment for this one.

hhgv on
@svip: A story well written my friend. :)

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