Posing as an undercover citizen of Russia was a long-term commitment.

This was a mission unlike any Langley had ever given you before. You would not be breaking into a high-security compound to retrieve top secret intelligence from China. You would not be cooped up in a van outside of Seoul, hacking into the camera systems of a North Korean base across the demilitarization zone. You would not be repelling off the side of a helicopter into an active war zone on the streets of an Iraqi city. You would be doing something more dangerous and more complex than ever before... you would be acting normal.

Starting several months ago, your past identity was gone. Starting several months ago, you had become an ordinary Russian citizen living in an apartment block at the center of Moscow. You had mastered the language, and even perfected the specific dialect. You dressed like a local, walked like a regular, and knew thousands of irrelevant little details about your new cover persona. You could tell anyone the name of your mother and father, the date of your first kiss, and what you had for dinner six-hundred and forty-eight days ago. You had a job, a social media account, a group of close friends.

But, you took things too far, and you slipped up in the presence of those you should not have slipped up in. On one evening you attended a local theater showing of a ballet performance. This was an uncommon show at the Bolshoi Theatre, from a group called The Red Swan. These were Russian girls all, beautiful, talented, but far more intense than any ballerina you had ever seen. They moved like the inside coils, gears, and pins of a Kalashnikova rifle, with lethal accuracy. When for only a moment their eyes passed over the crowd, or passed over you, there was this instinctual feeling that you had been cut by some red-hot laser. However frightening they were to behold, they were still beautiful, and you enjoyed the length of the show.

This was not only a way for you to relax and 'wind down' but a way for you to further connect yourself to your undercover persona, and advance the cause of your mission, which was simple reconnaissance of a person-of-interest that lived across from your apartment building. However, when you stepped out of the theater and into a utility closet to take an encrypted message from your CIA handler, you were caught! No one could have expected that the women performing at this ballet were covert Spetsnaz agents! They heard a little of your conversation, deduced that you were an American agent, and then made it their mission to apprehend you for the glory of Mother Russia!

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NOTE:

This post is more of a general theme than a specific scene. I would like to play the part of a group of highly-trained Russian killers, who also happen to be very beautiful women. You would play the role of an undercover American agent who is unwittingly caught by my group of characters, and then captured and interrogated. The details of what happens after they discover you are up to you. Would you like them to immediately incapacitate you and take you somewhere? Or will they be more careful and covert in their mission to learn what you know, maybe employ some seduction? Let's decide!

I'm open to discussing kinks, but generally I'd like the following in my roleplay: rough sex, passion, teasing, foreplay, public sex, age gaps, group sex, soft or hard femdom, and more.

Take your time messaging me, make it long and detailed so I know what you want from this. I might not respond quickly since I am frequently busy, so don't wait for a response right away.