Ellana's Cultural Studies on Humanity Chapter 11:- On the Human Military Machine

[Stormtrooper1990]

I had enjoyed my time in Las Vegas, despite observing the worst of human behaviour. However, it didn't make me think any less of humanity in fact it only piqued my interest. I had experienced the joys of human culture, traveling the globe to experience carnivals, theatre and the ballet. But upon my acquisition of a US Army uniform during my escape from Vegas, I figured it was time for a change of direction. During the briefing from the Star Corps about the power of Earth's military, I was told that they were primitive compared to our military might. Since that point, it was always my intention to discover for myself if they were right. What I would discover was that the Star Corps was absolutely right. So it was that I found myself in the US state of Virginia, wearing the face and clothing of Corporal Millie Anderson. My first objective was to acquire the identity of a female with appropriate access to The Pentagon. As it turned out, my lucky streak from Vegas was still holding out...


Dr Ellana Xenoanthropological Society


Dulles International Airport, Virginia. Thursday 16th February 2024 06:00am



Having gotten all the information she needed from the brochures, having reread them during the 6 hour flight from Vegas Ellana dumped them into the nearest waste bin as she made her out of the terminal. I need a new identity. According to the brochures, I would need "authorisation" to get into the pentagon. And I doubt Corporal Anderson, would be allowed in. Uniform or no. As she walked through the deserted car park, Ellana noticed a young human female across the road operating a wall mounted machine. It looked like she was retrieving money. A curious device. I wonder what it is? Another means to acquire cash? Fascinating... As she turned around walking back to her car, Ellana appraised her. She was a beautiful specimen, with olive coloured skin, heart shaped features and sculptured cheekbones with almond shaped hazel eyes. Her long black hair tied into a ponytail. She dressed in a purple sweater, black skinny jeans with knee high dark brown leather boots. Dangling silver earrings, a locket dangling above her small breasts and dress watch completed her look. Her clothes, face and car will come in handy at least. Her home a suitable base of operations. But I don't suppose she has clearance... As the woman got into her car, Ellana quickly approached her.


As Julia Russo-Carter got into her Audi TT convertible, she looked up to see a young pretty redheaded army corporal standing by her car door. She looks cute. Just like my dear Katherine. I miss her so much... " Hello there Corporal...Anderson." she flashed the woman a friendly smile, reading her name. "You look new in town. Have you just been transferred?" Corporal Anderson nodded. "Yes. I have just flown in." Julia looked up at the pretty soldier. "You know I work at the Pentagon myself. Just a lowly shop clerk, mind you. I'am not a hero like you or my wi-" " You work at the Pentagon?" The corporal cut her off. For some reason, Julia felt a trickle of fear down her spine. Something was off base about this young soldier. "Yes? I do I run a small boutique." Corporal Anderson grinned. "So you have that authorisation thingy, right?" Julia flashed the girl a bemused look. "I do have clearance, a level 1. Are you alr..oh?" Julia let out an aroused breath, as the corporal stroked her cheek. "Very. You made my life way easier." Anderson said leaning in, planting a passionate kiss on Julia's lips which she returned. I love Kathy, I love my wife. I'am sorry... was her last thought before she slumped unconscious with a sigh into her seat. Ellana smiling with Julia's face opened the car door, gently laying her onto the road. "Julia Russo-Carter, 23, owner of Pentagon Fashion Boutique. She is married to a female soldier, a lieutenant named Kathy. She's currently deployed to the DRC. They both met when the Lieutenant went to her store to buy a new dress. They have been together for 3 years and Julia misses her terribly." Ellana said as she stripped off Corporal Anderson's uniform.


Kneeling naked beside the unconscious Julia, Ellana removed the woman's jewellery including her wedding ring putting them on before unzipping the leather boots pulling them off her feet. Then worked her purple scrunchie loose copying her ponytail. She unbelted the woman's jeans working them off her hips peeling them down her long tanned legs, before whipping off Julia's pink lace thong from between her thighs. Exposing her small clitoris crowned with a thin trimmed strip of black pubic hair. After pulling on Julia's panties and jeans, Ellana flicked up the half naked woman's arms pulling her sweater over her head revealing a matching pink lace underwired bra. Rolling her onto her side, Ellana unclasped her bra slipping it loose her firm buoyant B-cup breasts with puffy dark pink circular areolas spilling out. Taking the time to admire her slim tanned attractive form, Ellana quickly dressed in the rest of Julia's clothes. Straightening her stolen sweater, Ellana pressed the trunk release on the cars dashboard then taking Julia's ankles dragged her naked body to the waiting open trunk. Tipping her inside, Ellana found some duct tape using it to tape her wrists and ankles silencing her with a strip. After tossing in Millie Anderson's uniform, Ellana snapped the trunk shut. Getting into Julia's car, she looked through the woman's handbag finding cash, cards, makeup and all importantly her clearance pass. Excellent, sometimes I really think I have all the luck in the universe Ellana smiled as she used Julia's make up to spruce herself up, using the rear view mirror. Satisfied with her new look, she put the car into gear following the signs towards The Pentagon.



The Pentagon A Ring 07:00am


Ellana flashed the young male soldier a warm smile as she handed him Julia's clearance pass. "Thank you, Mrs Russo-Carter. Have a nice day." He smiled back as Ellana clipped the pads onto her jeans waistband. After parking the woman's car in a secluded spot, Ellana looped Julia's handbag over her shoulder and using her memories made her way towards the Pentagon department store in the A Ring. Finding the shop was simple enough but she found that the nominal opening time was 09:00am. She sighed as put her handbag on the counter. I knew I should have gone straight to Julia's home. No matter, I will grab a quick breakfast and do a little research. Within the last two hours Ellana had brought herself something called a panini, a curious toasted bread with cheese and ham from some unknown but tasty animal, and a styrofoam cup of coffee which was good but still not a patch on the coffee she had sampled in Rome. Ellana had also studied the security situation in The Pentagon. There were 8 rings A through H, each one requiring additional clearance. Currently, Julia's clearance wouldn't get her anywhere beyond the A Ring so she would need to acquire a new disguise. A woman with the appropriate clearance. To that end Ellana polished off the last of her hot drink and opened up the shop like normal. Okay, the trap is set. As father always said "You bait the Muklak and it will come.


An hour later


It was 10:00am and so far Ellana was bored. Not one female in uniform had come into her shop, there had been a couple of women who were pretty but had the same clearance as she. Will I have to close the shop and go hunting after all? Not the first time dad's advice has counted for nothing She sighed as sat behind the counter, twiddling her thumbs. Just as she was about to give up, the bell to the store tinkled. Ellana looked up to see a pretty strawberry blonde uniformed female with knotted hair, rounded features high cheekbones and pale green eyes. "Hi, welcome to Pentagon Fashion. How may I help you?" Ellana flashed with a fake smile as she regarded the woman's uniform, which according to Julia's memories was a USMC NCO dress greens, the three chevrons on the right sleeve indicating a sergeant. She wore a tight beige blouse, that emphasised her C-cup breasts, which was cinched at the neck with a black ribbon tie. Her surname was Dunlap according to her nameplate on the left breast. Olive green knee high skirt with black pumps completed the uniform. Her clearance pass marked with Level 2 A-C ring clipped on her skirt waistband. The sergeant flashed her a warm friendly smile."Hi there. I don't know if you remember but I came in here a couple of days ago to order a dress? You said it will be in today at the earliest. As it come by any chance, ma'am?" Ellana had no idea what she was talking about but sensed an opportunity. She surreptitiously reached her hand over to the sergeants outstretched hand, using her finger to lightly stroke her hand. When the woman let out a small breath of arousal, Ellana played her hand. "Of course Sergeant Dunlap. I have your order. If you would fellow me into the back, I will give it to you." The sergeants eyes glazed over as she smiled. "Yes, that sounds good. I will follow you into the back." Grinning Ellana led her into a small changing room.



Ellana pinned Dunlap to the wall of the changing room with a passionate kiss, holding her arm around the woman as the sergeant returned the kiss hungrily with a muffled aroused moan. Ellana's hand reached up loosening her tie as the woman let out an aroused rattle slumping unconscious in Ellana's arms. She smiled wearing Dunlap's face removing her tie before letting her slid down the wall. " Sergeant Victoria Dunlap, 25, USMC. The dress she wanted, she was to wear it for her fiancé. He is coming home tomorrow from deployment from the Yemen. She wants to propose to him as well." Ellana stripped off Julia's clothing then got to work on Victoria. She removed the sergeants ear studs then slipped off her shoes, before unbuttoning her uniform blouse, revealing a solid black plunge bra enveloping C-cup breasts. Flipping Victoria onto her slide, Ellana unzipped the skirt from the rear pulling the garment down her long athletic legs followed by her matching bikini shorts. Exposing her small clitoris crowned with a trimmed strip of strawberry blonde hair and tight pert buttocks. Pulling up the stolen underwear, Ellana slipped off Victoria's uniform blouse then unhooked her bra, admiring her well rounded C-cup breasts with circular dark pink perky areolas. Ellana quickly dressed in Sergeant Dunlap's uniform. Once she had finished copying the woman's hairstyle clipping on her pass, Ellana bound her with Julia's bra and panties before retrieving some duct tape from behind the counter. With Victoria secured, Ellana dragged the toned naked body of Dunlap behind the curtain tossing Julia's clothes on top of her. Walking out of the dressing room, she closed up the shop and using the woman's memories made her way to the sergeants post in the C Ring.



Pentagon C Ring 10:00am


As it turned out, Victoria was a secretary for a USMC colonel called Trumley. She knocked on the office door once. A curt "enter" came from behind the door, as Ellana walked through. Beyond the secretaries desk, which was set to the left hand side sat a bald man wearing USMC dress greens a flag of the USMC behind him. Ellana swiftly saluted him as she entered. "At ease sergeant. Did you get that dress you wanted?" He said returning the salute. Ellana approached him, pulling a disappointed face. "No, sir. She said it wouldn't arrive for another day at least." She lied as Trumley flashed her a sympathetic face. "Sorry to hear that sergeant. I'am sure your fiancé will be overjoyed to see you, even in camo. Why don't you keep yourself busy. I have a load of paperwork that I need to get through before lunch." Ellana quickly saluted him before taking a seat at Victoria's desk. "Oh skut me..." She breathed as she saw the colonel wasn't kidding about the paper. I just had to replace a secretary, brilliant work Ellana. I need to get a new disguise quickly, but how....


For the next hour, Ellana had managed not only to plough through the paperwork and take the colonel's calls but also did a little research into the USMC using the secretary's computer. It was the second oldest service in the US Military Complex, and held itself above all the other services. While they were a sizable force that recruited humans of both genders, they were nowhere near the strength of a Zenobian Marine Regiment. They wouldn't stand a chance if they were invaded "Sergeant? Can I see you in my office please?" The sound of Colonel Trumley's from the next room interrupted her thoughts. Rising from her desk, Ellana walked into the office saluting him. "Yes, sir? Is there anything I can do for you?" The colonel smiled leaning back in his chair saluting. " How are those reports coming along?" Ellana flashed a false smile. "All completed sir. It was no trouble." The colonel clapped his hands together. "Excellent work, Sergeant. I should put you in for a commendation." Ellana thanked the middle aged officer, but her attention was soon grabbed by a picture of a white house with a rounded front, on the office wall. "Begging the Colonel's pardon. But that house in the picture? What is it?" Trumley flashed her a concerned look. "Sergeant, are you feeling unwell? That's the White House, remember? We went there last month when the President awarded me with my Marine Services Medal? Do you want me to call the infirmary?" Ellana reacted quickly. "Apologies sir. Doing all that paperwork as left me a little disorientated. I will go and get checked up." She improvised as the colonel nodded his head. "Alright sergeant. Permission granted, go see the nurse. Dismissed." Ellana flashed him another salute before she swept from the office. Hmm? So that's where the Head of State for the USA, the President lives. This requires further investigation. That shall be my next destination .

11:00am

As Ellana stalked towards the checkpoint to the D ring and beyond, she searched for an appropriate woman with higher clearance to replace. However, all the suitable candidates like before had the same security clearance. After waiting for about five minutes, Ellana saw a pretty lithe human female wearing a blue uniform, that according to Dunlap's memories were US Air Force, emerge from the checkpoint. Ellana appraised her. Her uniform consisted of a short sleeve light blue uniform, cinched with a blue ribbon tie, shoulder epaulettes with a single silver bar marked her as a Lieutenant. The name tag on her right breast read "Kurisawa" a pair of wings pinned on the opposite side. Dark blue slacks with sensible black pumps. Lieutenant Kurisawa was an attractive specimen with short light brown hair cut into a bob, that framed an heart shaped face, slender cheekbones and slanted brown eyes. Ellana observed the woman walk into a nearby ladies bathroom. Luck favours the patient Zenobian Ellana grinned widely as she followed the lieutenant inside.



Lieutenant Hannah Kurisawa let out a relieved sigh as she emptied the contents of her full bladder into the toilet bowl, her white sheer lace thong down around her ankles. It's a good thing that I got here in time. Why the hell no-one as fixed those backing up toilets on the D-Ring is anyones guess? I have already sent my complaint up the chain of command. As she lent back feeling the last of her water clear her vagina, Hannah heard the bathroom door open and close. I hope that isn't Aircraftwoman Lang. The girl as been working a little too hard for me lately. Makes me wonder... Shaking such thoughts from her mind, the lieutenant wiped herself down then pulled up her trousers flushing the toilet. As she opened the cubicle door, Hannah briefly saw a flash of green and blonde as she was pinned to the toilet bowl by a pair of soft female lips. Hannah caught a glimpse of marine green straddling her, before the woman gently caressed the side of her face. The lieutenant let out a muffled sigh of arousal, as she returned the kiss hungrily. Being kissed by a leatherneck girl? Better then a footslogging army grunt... Was Hannah's final thought before she slumped unconscious with a sigh onto the toilet bowl. Ellana now wearing the face of Lieutenant Kurisawa smiled. "Lieutenant Hannah Kurisawa, 29, USAF Psyops. Believes her secretary, Lang as a crush on her. She as seen the looks the woman as been giving her. Hannah doesn't feel the same way, she prefers marines but doesn't make a habit of jeopardising regulations. Well thank you for the promotion, Lieutenant." She said as straddled the lieutenant, stripping off Dunlap's uniform.



Ellana removed Hannah's ear studs, inserting them before unlacing her dress shoes pulling them off along with her white lace ankle socks. Loosening the Lieutenant's ribbon tie, Ellana unbuttoned her shirt revealing small but pretty A-cup breasts covered by a sheer white lace bralette. Unzipping Hannah's trousers, Ellana worked them off the woman's slender hips peeling them off her long tanned legs. She then whipped off the lieutenant's matching white lace thong, exposing a small brown clitoris crowned with a thick trimmed triangle of light brown pubic hair. Getting off the bowl briefly to pull up the stolen panties, Ellana straddled Hannah's half naked body once more slipping off her uniform shirt followed by unclipping the bralette. This gave Ellana a good look at Hannah's bare breasts, with brown circular perky areolas and stiff nipples as she fastened on the bra. She quickly got dressed in the rest of Lieutenant Kurisawa's uniform. After clipping on the clearance pass to her trousers waistband, Ellana tore up Sergeant Dunlap's shirt binding the naked Lieutenant before gagging her with the sergeants ribbon tie. With Hannah secure, Ellana picked up the toned athletic body of the lieutenant dragging her into the attendants cupboard laying her down on her side behind a shelf of bleach tossing the remains of the marines uniform in with her. Taking the time to admire the lieutenants small but pert buttocks, Ellana closed the door on the naked Lieutenant then swept from the bathroom. Using the woman's pass, Ellana walked through the checkpoint with a smile letting Hannah's memories guide her to her office.



Pentagon D Ring 11:15am



Ellana walked through Lieutenant Kurisawa's door there she was greeted by a pretty young blonde USAF girl, who must have been none other than Aircraftwoman Lang. The girl stood up flashing a warm smile followed by an enthusiastic salute. "Greetings ma'am. Good to see you again. I trust your break went well." Ellana returned the salute as the girl looked at her like an expectant child. "At ease, Aircraftwoman." The girl blushed as she stood with her hands behind her back. "It went quite well, thank you." Ellana replied with a wry smile. I need to get rid of this girl, she will just get in the way while I search this woman's office. Aircraftwoman Lang smiled, completely missing the sarcasm. "Can I get you anything, ma'am?" She asked with a longing in her eyes. Sensing an opportunity, Ellana seized upon it. "Why yes. Now you mention it, I could use a nice cup of coffee. Make it a cappuccino. " The girl flashed an excitable salute. "Of course, Lieutenant! It's a pleasure to serve you!" Ellana returned her salute as the girl quickly left the office. Hmm? That's really quite cute. In a funny way she really does remind me of Kremm, except without the hammy movie lines. Poor girl, like Kremm, she has no idea that she is wasting her time. Ellana sat down at Lieutenant Kurisawa's desk to begin her research.



One Hour Later


Whilst she drank the hot coffee brought to her by a very enthusiastic Aircraftwoman Lang, Ellana had found out a surprising number of of facts about the USAF. It was the world's third largest air force behind the earth nations of Russia and China. But the youngest of the four branches of the US military., but still all of Earths air fleet combined wouldn't even equate to one Zenobian Fighter Carrier. What surprised Ellana was that the woman she had replaced had never flown a jet fighter. She was a desk bound officer part of what was called Psyops, which meant the lessening of the enemies morale. To Ellana it was dull boring work. I need a new identity, that will get me into the inner sanctum. The G-H rings. Finishing off her coffee, Ellana stood up and left her office. "Lieutenant? Ma'am? Where are you going?" Saluted a startled Lang. Ellana returned the salute, turning to the pretty blonde. "I'am going to the bathroom. Hold all my calls." Lang sat down in her chair. "Of course, ma'am. Um, take care." Feeling the young female's eyes on her rear, Ellana swept from the office.


F-Ring corridor 12:30pm


As Ellana made her way to the checkpoint that divided the F-Ring from the G-Ring, she scanned the busy corridor looking for a suitable candidate with the highest clearance possible, the level free. After a few minutes of patient waiting, Ellana saw an attractive latina officer with an impressive cleavage emerge from the checkpoint with an harried look on her face. The gold leaves on her shoulder epaulettes on her green short sleeve dress shirt, cinched at the neck with a black ribbon tie marked her as a Major of the US Army. The rest of her uniform consisted of a knee light dark green skirt with black heels, her level 3 clearance pinned on her right shirt pocket. Flores, according to her nametag, had diamond shaped features sloping cheekbones and bright hazel eyes. Her cut short in a dark brown pixie. Ellana watched as the woman enter a secluded file room. Yes, she will do . Grinning, she followed the woman inside.


Major Elena Flores entered the deserted file room, switching on the light. She was pissed. Of all the bureaucratic snafu that goes on in this place, they have run out of requisition forms for stationary in the G-Ring. They can put multi million Dollar drones in the air to kill targets from 15,000 ft. Yet they cant keep my office supplied with paper clips? Can't believe I miss Afghanistan. Elena had run out of paper clips and staples putting together reports for the drone strikes she was second in command of, behind Colonel Fuller. As she opened the filing cabinets that contained the requisitions forms, Elena barely registered the door opening and closing behind her. " So have you come for forms too?" She asked the new arrival. "Wait don't tell me? They have run out here to--oh?" Elena felt a soft female hand caress her forearm turning her around. She was facing an attractive asian USAF lieutenant named "Kurisawa" who smiled at her, caressing her cheek. "You should relax Major. Have a rest..." She said seductively planting a passionate kiss on Elena's lips. Feeling the woman's tongue stroke the inside of her mouth, Elena returned it. But I never even thought about girls like that before. Is this why I failed my marriage? Damn it I'am a married woman. I shouldn't fancy other women.. Before she could finish her thoughts, Elena's eyes rolled into the back of her head as she let out a low aroused moan, sliding unconscious down the row of filing cabinets. Ellana who was now spilling out of her USAF uniform, smiled with Elena's face. "Major Elena Flores, 30, US Army, 101st Airborne, Drone Ops. She used to model for Ms US Army back in the day but after two marriages, and one divorce along with an 8 year old daughter, put paid to that. She still maintains that wonderful athletic figure through daily exercise." She said stripping out of Lieutenant Kurisawa's uniform.



Ellana removed the Major's heels before loosening the ribbon tie, unbuttoning her shirt revealing a nude coloured lace one piece undergarment, enveloping large D-cup breasts. Rolling Elena onto her side, Ellana unzipped the skirt from the rear working the garment from her shapely hips pulling the garment down her long toned legs. Flipping the Major onto her back, she pulled up the woman up into a seated position slipping off the uniform shirt from her shoulders. Letting her body flop back down, Ellana gripped the nude lacy one piece by the straps peeling it down the Major's tanned athletic body exposing her well endowed D-cups with full puffy dark brown areolas and full clean shaven clitoris, with a well formed buttocks. Admiring the toned muscle definition of the naked Major, Ellana quickly dressed in her uniform. After clipping on her clearance pass, she tore strips from Kurisawa's shirt binding her then gagged her with the blue ribbon tie. With the Major secured, Ellana dragged her by her ankles towards an empty cabinet stuffing her inside, throwing the remains of the USAF uniform onto her nude body. Closing the door on the naked Elena, Ellana straightened her skirt then switched off the light leaving the file room behind. Using the Major's memories as a guide, Ellana passed through the checkpoint heading towards her office.


The G-ring. Office of Major Elena Flores 12:30pm



Ellana sat behind Major Flores desk, researching the US Army. She had already greeted Elena's secretary, a young redheaded female lieutenant named Cooper. According to the pentagon database, the US Army was the oldest(if you asked them) service in the United States, born from a war of independence from Great Britain in Earths 18th century. That reminds me, I must study Earth history. What I have already learnt is fascinating. Today, they boasted an impressive force of men and women under arms, with state of the art firepower. Still fascinating that they recruit females to fight. On Zenobia Prime, war is a distinctly male affair. but again their size was woefully inadequate. A Zenobian invasion force would overwhelm them in a day. As she continued her research, there was a knock at her door. "Enter." She said curtly looking up. Flores' secretary poked her head around the door, saluting. "Excuse me, ma'am. I have Lieutenant Jackson from Drone Ops. He says it's urgent." Ellana nodded returning the salute, playing along. "Send him in, Lieutenant." The woman nodded opening her door to admit a dark skinned human male in uniform. He saluted. "Ma'am. Colonel Fuller is requesting your presence in Drone Ops, immediately. We have the target in sight, but he needs your opinion before he commits to the strike." Ellana rose from her chair, pulling on Flores' uniform jacket. Well this sounds exciting. I wonder what their drone tech is like? "Thank you, Lieutenant. Lead the way." The man saluted her as Elena buttoned up the jacket, following him out of the office.



Drone Ops Centre 12:45pm


When Ellana entered the Drone Ops, her mouth hung open briefly at the impressive display of monitors that showed a satellite image of Southern Afghanistan. Another was monitoring a small little stone building in the middle of a desert with two men standing outside, a convoy parked outside. A middle aged uniformed colone!, with greying blonde hair turned when she entered. Elena saluted him. "Colonel Fuller, sir. You asked me for me sir?" Colonel Fuller flashed her a smile, returning the salute. "Good afternoon, Major. We have reason to believe thanks to our boys at Langley that Al Qaeda Commander Mohammad Al Saleem, is there. The White House as given the go ahead for the strike. But I would like your opinion, first." Ellana looked at the screen, hesitating. What? I don't know anything about martial stuff. And I don't want to kill a man, so dishonourably. Skut, I hate the idea of killing. Suddenly, she had a flash of improvisation. "Are we sure he's even in there, sir?" The colonel looked sidelong at her, folding his arms the light from the monitors making him look younger. "According to the spooks it's a 50-50 shot, Major." Ellana nodded, her mind going back to Vegas and how 50-50 was never enough. She put her hands behind her back. "I would keep on-site surveillance and delay the strike, sir. After all, we wouldn't want to spook if he's not there. He could go to ground." She saluted before anxiously awaiting the colonel's answer. Even the drone controllers and Lieutenant Jackson were watching them. You could cut the tension with a plasma blade. Suddenly, Colonel Fuller smiled. "Good call Major, I agree. Those Langley idiots tend not to think enough about the consequences of their actions. And they call themselves intelligence agents? Raze a building to the ground for a half chance? They call us brutes! Well done, Major. Your a credit to your uniform, dismissed." He flashed her a salute as Ellana chuckled under her breath at the irony of that statement. Returning it, she turned on her heel and walked out of the Drone Ops Centre.



The G-Ring 13:00pm


As Ellana walked away from the Drone Ops Centre, retracing her steps to Major Flores' office. She spotted a room with the plaque Joint Chiefs War Room There was a single male marine guard, wearing dress blues his yellow chevron marking him a Lance Corporal, standing by the double wooden doors. Her flashed her salute as she approached him. "Good Afternoon, Major." Ellana returned the salute. "Excuse me, Corporal. What's in that room?" She said gesturing with her head. The corporal looked confused. "Ma'am? That's the war room for the Joint Chiefs." Ellana flashed him smile. "Can I go in, corporal?" The marine shook his head. "Apologies Major, but you can't I'am afraid. Even I'am not allowed in. It's reserved for the Joint Chiefs and their aides. Their is a meeting here in fifteen minutes. And we aren't authorised." Ellana nodded she flashed him a salute. "Thank you, Corporal. Carry on." Turning away disappointed, Ellana walked into a nearby women's toilet to assess her options.



Ellana washed her hands, glancing at the stolen reflection of Major Elena Flores weighing up her options. I need to get into that meeting. I have a feeling that I will learn so much in there. But how do I acquire a suitable disguise? An aide? Or one of these "Joint Chiefs"? I hope some of them are female. As her mind raced with ideas, the cubicle to her left opened revealing a young dark skinned female wearing a white uniform of short sleeve shirt, knee length skirt and black heels. The four yellow stripes and star on her shoulders epaulettes identified as a Captain in the United States Navy, her nametag on her right breast read "Jackson." Ellana flashed her a smile, appraising her through the mirror. Captain Jackson was an attractive woman with angular features, high cheekbones and big almond shaped brown eyes. Her jet black hair tied into a small ponytail. "Good afternoon, Major." She said checking herself in the mirror. Ellana nodded. "Ma'am. You know there's a big meeting in the Joint Chiefs War Room, and they won't let me in." The captain took out some lipstick from her black satchel case. "Well it's a good thing I'am the aide to Fleet Admiral McDonough. You know the head of the Navy. We have a major meeting on the Red Sea Crisis in fifteen minutes." A smile spread across Ellana's face as she turned, eying up the woman. "You don't say? That's most fortuitous." Captain Jackson flashed her a confused look. "Is everything alright, Major? Why are you looking at me like that?" Ellana raised her hand, gently caressing the young Captain's cheek. She let out an aroused sigh. "Thanks to you, I'am getting a promotion." Ellana said as she planted a passionate kiss on Captain Jackson pouty lips, embracing her leading her into the toilet cubicle. Sitting the Captain onto the toilet bowl, Ellana straddled her as the woman returned the kiss. She felt her body shift, her skin colour changing from tanned to ebony as she assumed the Captain's appearance. Jackson slumped unconscious onto the toilet with an aroused sigh, Ellana smiled as she stripped off Major Flores' uniform. "Captain Sherice Jackson, 35, United States Navy. Was offered the command of a cruiser but turned it down, when she was offered the chance to be an aide to the Fleet Admiral. She enjoys her work, but sometimes regrets her choice. The paperwork is atrocious. Personally, I would have taken the ship."



Ellana removed Sherice's heels, taking out her ear studs before loosening her hair adopting her ponytail. She unbuttoned the Captain's blouse revealing a blue lace wonderbra, that emphasised her rounded C-cup breasts. Reaching around the woman's back, Ellana unzipped the white skirt working them off Sherice's hips pulling them down her long ebony legs followed by her matching blue lace tanga thong. Affording Ellana a good look of the Captain's full dark brown clitoris crowned by a thick trimmed strip of black pubic hair. Pulling up the stolen panties, she slipped off the captain's blouse from her shoulders then unhooked her bra exposing her well formed breasts with full dark brown perky areolas. Admiring the toned naked body of the captain, Ellana quickly dressed in her uniform. After buttoning up the stolen blouse, looping the satchel over her shoulder Ellana tore Flores' shirt into strips binding the Captain's limbs gagging her with the ribbon tie. Picking up the naked captain under her arms, Ellana dragged her to the attendants cupboard leaning her against the far wall. Tossing the remains of Major Flores' uniform on top off the captain, Ellana closed the door behind her. Walking to the mirror, she used the Captain's makeup to spruce herself up. Ellana smacked her lips together satisfied, she swept from the bathroom.



20 minutes later


Ellana walked back to the Joint Chiefs War Room, seeing a crowd of high ranking humans in uniform along with their aides, two of which were female. An elderly human in a white uniform, with golden epaulettes approached her. Ellana flashed him a salute. "Where have you been, Captain Jackson? We are already running five minutes late waiting for you." Fleet Admiral McDonough said angrily returning the salute. "Sorry, sir. I was a little tied up in the bathroom. Last minute nerves." Ellana smiled inwardly at her joke. McDonough shook his head. "Not good enough, Jackson. You have just shown the Navy in front of the footsloggers, the damn flyboys and heaven forbid the damn leathernecks! I expect better of you in the future Captain!" Ellana apologised once more, before following the group into the War Room.



Throughout the cause of the meeting, Ellana had played her part well handing pieces of confidential information to the Admiral leaning a surprising amount about the US Navy and US military deployments around the world. They still use a maritime Navy? How primitive. We converted to a space borne Navy centuries ago. The Zenobian Maritime Navy, is purely ceremonial. Ellana had learnt that the US and its allies where at war with a terrorist faction in a small nation called Yemen. Such use of force on a small threat? It seems dishonourable and excessive. Why not negotiate with them? As Ellana listened in for the next hour, she became concerned about the war like nature of the US military. Suddenly a klaxon sounded causing everyone in the room to look around. "What the hell!? That's the terrorism alert! Have we been breached?!" Shouted the Air force General, a middle aged woman. The double doors shot open, answering the General's question. There was a team of three marines in dress uniform, all armed. "Sirs and Ma'ams! We have a confirmed terrorist threat! We have been ordered to evacuate all principles and the entire Pentagon!" Ellana sighed as the group filed out Damn it! The MiB, predictable as always! They probably know me as well and be looking for my impersonating an officer. I will follow the group to the A Ring, then grab a new face.. Making sure sure was the back of the group Ellana ran out with them.




The A-Ring 14:30pm



21 year old Pentagon Analyst Amy Harrison looked around confused, as the A Ring was thrown into chaos. She had been on her way delivering reports to the USMC Intelligence Office, when the terrorism alarm sounded. Fearful, Amy had ducked into an alcove where there was a janitors cupboard. All the evacuation drills she had been through where forgetting through a mist of panic. She was an pretty girl, fresh from college. Amy had smooth rounded features, and big doe shaped turquoise eyes. Her head crowned with short combed over auburn hair. Amy was dressed today in a black suit jacket, matching skirt and high heels. Underneath she wore a red silk blouse with red stockings. As a black USN captain passed by, her hame tag reading Jackson Amy relaxed a little. "Excuse me. Captain? What's going on are we under atta--mmph!" She was unprepared as the Captain grabbed her around her mouth, stifling her cries. Amy then felt calm flood over her, as the woman caressed her cheek. "Shh! Don't fret, I really like your suit." Was all she said before planting a kiss on Amy's lips, leading her into the janitor's cupboard. Amy felt the woman encircle her arms around her, as she returned the kiss hungrily. I thought I liked guys. But this feels so natural.... Amy slumped unconscious in the captain's arms. Ellana smiled with Amy's face as she lowered the unconscious analyst to the floor. "Amy Harrison, 21, Pentagon Intelligence Analyst. Does yoga in her spare time, and as a hopeless crush on her male yoga instructor." Ellana said stripping off the USN dress whites.



Ellana removed Amy's jewellery putting them on herself before slipping off the high heels. Opening out the girl's jacket, she slipped the garment off one arm at a time then unbuttoned her silk blouse revealing a crimson lace bra enveloping cute B-cups. Rolling Amy onto her side, Ellana unzipped her skirt from rear pulling it down her long crimson stocking coloured legs. She admired Amy's tight pert buttocks covered by a matching crimson lace shorts, as she unclipped the stockings from the from suspender belt. Flipping Amy onto her back, Ellana peeled off the stockings one leg at a time followed by her lace underwear exposing a small clitoris decorated with thin trimmed auburn strip of hair. After pulling on the racy underwear, clipping on the stocks Ellana stripped off the blouse before unhooking Amy's bra, taking in her small buoyant B-cup breasts with puffy red circular areolas. Ellana quickly dressed in Amy's clothes, clipping on her ID on her jacket pocket. Tearing up Jackson's white shirt, Ellana bound and gagged the naked attractive body of Amy with torn strips. With the girl secured, she rubbed her hands together and exited the broom cupboard. As soon as she walked back into the corridor, a female marine in dress uniform spotted her. "Ma'am? Come with me. We are evacuating the area. A possible terrorist attack." Ellana held up a hand to her mouth in mock shock. "Terrorists? How my god! Please lead the way." Letting the woman lead her to safety, Ellana smiled wide as she passed Agents L & M enter the building behind her.



Arlington National Cemetery 14:45pm


In the midst of the confusion of the evacuation, the face of Amy Harrison allowing Ellana to slip out of the front entrance of The Pentagon and towards what looked like a human cemetery. Curious, on Zenobia Prime we cremate out dead returning their souls to the Goddess or fire them into a sun while in space. She now needed to plan for her visit to this White House. For that I need a new face, clothes, car and a place to lie low for a couple of daysLuckily, she saw a young blonde human female get of her car to lay flowers at a grave marker. Ellana strode towards her, appraising her. She was a pretty specimen with long ash blonde hair, angular features and big brown eyes. She was wearing a cropped stonewashed denim jacket with matching denim skirt, underwhich was a white tank top with the US flag flashed across her small A-cups. With red converse trainers with white frilled ankle socks. Her ears pierced with hoops, neck decorated with a crucifix pendant. As Ellana approached her she got up from her hunches. "Hey there. You work at The Pentagon? Is everything okay up there? I heard sirens." She said as Ellana looked her up and down. "Yes, everything's fine." She grinned mischievously, raising her hand. "That's a nice top." Caressing the girl's cheek, Ellana then kissed her on her lips holding the girl passionately on her lips. The young woman returned the kiss, letting a soft moan before slumping unconscious into Ellana's arms. "Kelly Sommers, 24, Ex US Army now maths student. Mustered out a Specialist, received the GI Bill and is studying maths to retrain as an engineer. Her parents haven't spoken to her in 4 years. Kelly doesn't care, she sooner make her own way." Ellana smiled with Kelly's face as she dragged the girl to her trunk, popping it open.



In five minutes Ellana had stripped Kelly Sommers of everything including her jewellery and undergarments, a cropped lace trim white camisole with solid pink G-string thong. Pulling on Kelly's jacket, she glanced at the naked body of Kelly Sommers laying on her side in her trunk, admiring her small but cute little A-cup breasts with rose petal pink areolas, clean shaven small clitoris and plum shaped tight buttocks. Her body athletic, toned. Snapping the trunk shut, Ellana got into the driver's seat. Gunning the engine, she drove out of the cemetery past The Pentagon still a forest of flashing lights. According to Kelly's memories, her student flat is not far from the White House in Foggy Bottom. A most curious name for a neighborhood. I wonder if it will be Foggy? Following the signs into DC, crossing the Potomac river. Ellana used Kelly's memories as a guide, smiling. She was looking forward to paying the President a visit and seeing why he lived in house coloured white.

[Stormtrooper1990]

ARMED FORCES NEWS

PENTAGON PASSES SNAP INSPECTION

By Corporal Megan Sanders


Yesterday The Pentagon was subjected to a sudden snap inspection by two agents from the Department of Homeland Security, who were reviewing The Pentagon's anti terrorism evacuation procedures, that were implemented in the wake of the 9/11 attacks 13 years ago. Apparently the DoHSS ordered the safety test without first notifying the Joint Chiefs to accurately gage the staffs response to a terror alert. And to measure the military response. Suffice it to say the two female DoHSS agents, who cannot be named due to national security reasons, where suitably impressed with The Pentagon's response.


The lead agent had this to say. "The Pentagon remains the second highest security building in the USA, behind the White House. From what we have seen, we have no doubts The Pentagon remains impregnable." The younger agent added. "Yeah, it's not like anyone will break into the White House anytime soon. Right?"


Armed Forces News would like to congratulate all the brave men and women currently serving in our armed forces. We all pray for a swift resolution to the Red Sea Crisis.

[meditions142]

Another spectacular chapter. Some great scenes.

I have to say the one I thought the sexiest was the scene with Victoria. Love that Ellana used the pheromones to render her docile and obedient so she could lead her out of sight into the dressing room. Also, thought it was really sexy the way Ellana actually started stripping Victoria while still putting her to sleep. Then after she removed the tie she lets Victoria just slide down the wall to the floor.

The scene with Amy was also really cool. Something fun about the fast action of hand over mouth, pull her out of sight and give her the knockout kiss.

And on top of that we have two classic "bathroom attacks" as well. A USB classic.

Thanks for another great chapter.

[Stormtrooper1990]

Another spectacular chapter. Some great scenes.

I have to say the one I thought the sexiest was the scene with Victoria. Love that Ellana used the pheromones to render her docile and obedient so she could lead her out of sight into the dressing room. Also, thought it was really sexy the way Ellana actually started stripping Victoria while still putting her to sleep. Then after she removed the tie she lets Victoria just slide down the wall to the floor.

The scene with Amy was also really cool. Something fun about the fast action of hand over mouth, pull her out of sight and give her the knockout kiss.

And on top of that we have two classic "bathroom attacks" as well. A USB classic.

Thanks for another great chapter.

Thanks my friend, I'am glad you enjoyed the chapter.


I agree, the scene with Victoria was my favourite to write. I wanted to add that variation to her kisses. Since she was in a private place, Ellana could take her time and have a little fun with Victoria before she sends the Sergeant off to the Land of Nod. While she is there in a scientific capacity, it doesn't mean she can't enjoy her work.



And it was done in such a rapid fashion, in the midst of a chaotic evacuation that no-one registered Amy's disappearance or the quick replacement. Like with Billie-Rae it shows that Ellana is quite skilled at these quick replacements, just as much as the longer scenes. The scene itself is a definite guilty pleasure. I'am pleased how it turned out.


I think the bathroom is Ellana's preferred hunting ground. Lots of hiding spots, plus the roll of convenient duct tape in the cupboard for all your binding needs. You can't really go wrong with a classic bathroom ambush, it's a classic USB staple.


And there will be more bathroom ambushes, to come for Ellana. Whether it's the standard or if a woman needs to answer the call of nature in a bush and Ellana just happens to be right behind them...


Next stop, the White House. Which will feature a uniform that I may have been foreshadowing in this chapter.


Thanks again for reading and your support my friend. It is much appreciated.

[meditions142]

I agree, the scene with Victoria was my favourite to write. I wanted to add that variation to her kisses. Since she was in a private place, Ellana could take her time and have a little fun with Victoria before she sends the Sergeant off to the Land of Nod. While she is there in a scientific capacity, it doesn't mean she can't enjoy her work.

Indeed, that scene was fun because it showed off just how much control Ellana has once she uses the pheromones. Not quite hypnosis but close. Victoria just does as she's told and he able to be lead to a nice private area.

[Stormtrooper1990]

I agree, the scene with Victoria was my favourite to write. I wanted to add that variation to her kisses. Since she was in a private place, Ellana could take her time and have a little fun with Victoria before she sends the Sergeant off to the Land of Nod. While she is there in a scientific capacity, it doesn't mean she can't enjoy her work.

Indeed, that scene was fun because it showed off just how much control Ellana has once she uses the pheromones. Not quite hypnosis but close. Victoria just does as she's told and he able to be lead to a nice private area.

Yep, it's the genetic birthright of every female Zenobian and gives them an advantage over their opponents. Through generations of evolution. All Ellana needs is a patch of skin (a cheek, forearm or in Victoria's case her hand) and the woman is all Ellana's. It's a multipurpose tool. More a case of suggestion through seduction by using chemistry. But just as fun as say Anna's hypnosis or the Veritas Serum used by the SI.

[meditions142]

Yep, it's the genetic birthright of every female Zenobian and gives them an advantage over their opponents. Through generations of evolution. All Ellana needs is a patch of skin (a cheek, forearm or in Victoria's case her hand) and the woman is all Ellana's. It's a multipurpose tool. More a case of suggestion through seduction by using chemistry. But just as fun as say Anna's hypnosis or the Veritas Serum used by the SI.

Indeed a wonderful tool. The woman is not hypnotized or entranced necessarily, but she is powerless to resist Ellana. And of course she is in a very aroused state.

[Stormtrooper1990]

Yep, it's the genetic birthright of every female Zenobian and gives them an advantage over their opponents. Through generations of evolution. All Ellana needs is a patch of skin (a cheek, forearm or in Victoria's case her hand) and the woman is all Ellana's. It's a multipurpose tool. More a case of suggestion through seduction by using chemistry. But just as fun as say Anna's hypnosis or the Veritas Serum used by the SI.

Indeed a wonderful tool. The woman is not hypnotized or entranced necessarily, but she is powerless to resist Ellana. And of course she is in a very aroused state.

Allowing Ellana to plant the merest suggestion into their heads, to get them to a quiet place away from prying eyes to begin the replace. And the woman is powerless to refuse, she is so aroused and taken with Ellana( regardless of orientation or marital status) that she follows her every command.



There are situations, where all Ellana needs is a uniform(say a police officer, Carabiniera or Marine) and doesn't need to use her pheromones. After all, we humans are hard wired to trust authority and believe what anyone in a uniform or a suit tells us. The fact its a woman, only makes us trust me. Which is why female/female uniform stealing and disguises work.