1. Eighteen Hours of Rain


    Date: 8/26/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: flytoomuch, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    Even Churchill proclaimed that any enemy of Nazi Germany was a friend of Britain’s. Jean had started out on the same side as those we later came to call “the good guys”. Black hat, white hat, you know how stories and “history” tend to be written. People are labelled and given convenient hats to wear. Continuing to play the role of “PhD student” during the cataclysmic events of the war seemed rather too pedestrian for adventurous young Jean. The student flexed his father’s high political connections. With his Russian language skills Langham was soon offered a sensitive post in MI6. At the stroke of a bureaucratic pen Jean became the personal assistant and right-hand man to William Gordon Stevenson. If you had security clearance at the highest levels you would know who Stevenson was. He was the head of British Security Co-ordination Eastern Front/Russia. This dapper official in tweed was the most secret and most senior British intelligence officer responsible for Russia. Jean was still rather naïve. Unknown to the horny young intellectual, his new high-level classified appointment had made him a target. Langham had become a most prized quarry for the Soviet intelligence apparatus Cheka. With seemingly little effort the well-pedigreed Jean began to swim in the most ethereal strata of Britain’s wartime society. Coming from the “right family” and well heeled, the handsome young spy-helper began attending glittering cocktail parties and very private orgies. He fucked alongside ...
    this lord and that earl. The young communist’s prowess with his prodigious cock was soon renown among the London glitterati, especially the women. The Soviets were not stupid people. They may not have known how to run a complex industrial economy, but they did know how to turn the screws on people. The commie’s understood human motivation. If it wasn’t money and greed then usually it was something else. Generally that something “else” was sex, or a twist having to do with sex. Sex and money, get it? For the Cheka operatives who had targeted him it wasn’t difficult to recruit Langham at all. Piece of cake actually: the guy was a horny beast with an insatiable nine-inch cock. Jean’s first “handler” in 1942 was Valeriya. Her Anglicized name was “Valerie”. Valerie’s Soviet cryptonym was appropriately “Honey”. Okay no jokes about “honey traps.” That really was her cover name. Jean at this time was a twenty-two year old hoping to complete his Phd dissertation after the war. Valerie was almost the same age. In selecting the dark complexioned sylphlike twenty-one year old Valeriya the Cheka team in charge of Britain had found the perfect bait to tempt Langham. The arrival of Valeriya on the scene was the precursor to a series of handlers in her archetype. The Cheka team would choose women for the role thereafter who were a virtual Valeriya clone. The Cheka kept a detailed file on Langham. Each year the file got thicker. Secret photos, reports, financial checks, background checks, his ...
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