Ellana's Cultural Studies on Humanity Chapter 12:- On Human Government Palaces Part 1: The House Coloured White

[Stormtrooper1990]

Following my successful exploration of The Pentagon, the nerve centre of the US Military I had assumed the form of one Kelly Sommers a young student. Before my infiltration into the White House, I needed to lay low and wait for the investigation of my activities to blow over. To that end, I had borrowed the life of Kelly who was still secure in her car trunk. Over the course of the next days, I blended in attended her courses, wore her clothes and ate her food. Slept in her comfortable bed. I even had to put up with her annoying roommate Sam and her grating music. But none of this deterred me, I'am a patient woman. I checked on the sleeping Kelly regularly, to ensure that she received her oxygen. I knew this risked exposure but I made an oath upon recieving my Doctorate not to take a life. And we Zenobians take our oaths seriously. So it was on the third night of being Kelly Sommers, that I made my plan to enter the White House. Despite the goddess awful music...


Dr Ellana Xenoanthropological Society


Monday 19th February 2024 Foggy Bottom Student Flats Washington DC 20:00pm



Again with those unearthly noises? Don't make me come in there, Sam. Ellana thought as she sat on Kelly's bed trying to research the White House, only to be distracted by the goddess cursed music coming from the bedroom next door. According to Kelly's roommate, Sam it was by a "death metal" group called Njrvana. Why on Zenobia she had called it such was anyone's guess. There weren't any mention of metal in the lyrics or death. The laptop sat upon on the White House Website but Ellana couldn't concentration. She roared in frustration That's it! I'am coming in there! Getting up off the bed, Ellana shot from her room and stuck her head next door, getting a sight of Sam Kelly's younger brunette roommate jumping on her bed in her underwear. "What is that unearthly racket, Sam? Could you please turn it down!" She shouted raising her voice over the din of the music. Sam turned down her Stereo. "What the hell Kelly? I thought you liked metal. You did introduce me to it after all, remember?" Ellana held up her hand to her head. "I know Sam, but I have such a terrible headache and I'am not in the mood. Besides I have my project I need to finish. Look, just turn it down a notch okay or use those earphones." Sam pulled a concerned face. " Oh shit, I'am so sorry Kelly. Here..." She plugged in some earphones. " Don't forget the aspirin, Kelly. I hope you feel better soon." Ellana flashed her a thumbs up as she got back onto her bed. Retreating back to her room, Ellana resumed her research, clicking on the tourism information. Hmm? 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. Shouldn't be to hard to find, it's only an 30 minute drive away. Damn. They do tours but the tickets have to be ordered months in advance. Well that's never stopped me. Just find a woman with a ticket and take her form... Ellana smiled as looked at the layout of the White House. My exploration of the Pentagon informed me that the USA is one of the most important Earth Nations. I must conduct a thorough investigation for my readers. So they get a clear understanding of this country. Closing the laptop, Ellana moved to the kitchen. It was time to fix herself something to eat. She had a busy day tomorrow and she would need all her strength.


Tuesday 20th February 2024 09:00am


After calling Kelly's college, feigning a sudden stomach illness Ellana had jumped in Kelly's car and drove down to an underground parking structure just off Pennsylvania Avenue. She checked on the real Kelly, still naked fast asleep in her trunk, saying a quick farewell to the girl. Walking out onto Pennsylvania Avenue, Ellana could see the White House in the distance. First things first, I need a ticket and a change of clothes. As if on cue a young blonde girl in a British accent walked past her on her phone. "Hi Helen. I can't believe how lucky I was to get a ticket into the White House..." She said as she cut into an alley, Ellana smiling followed her into the alley. "...Tell me about it, sis. You know how tight the yanks are about letting in foreigners, even Brits..." Ellana appraised the girl as she closed the distance. She was a pretty little thing with long honey blonde hair that framed a heart shaped face with high cheekbones and big almond shaped blue eyes. She was dressed in a stonewashed denim jacket with matching denim shorts and a blue "Visit DC" tank top covering her B-cup breasts. On her feet were blue Adidas trainers with pink ankle socks. She was adorned with a heart shaped necklace with matching ear studs. A black leather handbag looped around her shoulder. Yes you will do nicely, my dear


Unsuspecting to her presence, the girl continued her conversation. "I would take pictures but you now how Americans can be-mmph!" Ellana had grabbed her around her mouth knocking her phone to the ground. Muffling her cry of surprise, Ellana caressed her cheek calming the girl who had let out a muffled sigh of arousal. Turning her head to the side, Ellana kissed the British girl hard on her lips dragging her behind a nearby dumpster. Ellana could feel her form shift and change to that of the tourist The tourist returned the kiss briefly, before slumping unconscious in Ellana's grasp, letting out a low rattle. Hermione Braithwaite, 20, Political Science student Oxford University. An aspiring politician and a member of the young conservatives. She hopes to follow in her mum's footsteps, to become a Member of Parliament. She thought lowering the body of Hermione to the tarmac, before walking towards her phone, picking it up. "Sorry, Helen. One of those damn bike couriers knocked the phone out of my hands. Don't worry I'am fine. I'am coming up on the White House now, so I have gotta go. See you later, sis." She said with Hermione's West London accent bading her sister farewell, Ellana walked back to the girls body.


After stripping out of Kelly's clothes, Ellana removed Hermione's jewellery putting them on herself before unlacing her trainers pulling them off along with her socks. Slipping on the footwear, Ellana leaned the girl's body next to hers slipping off her jacket from her slender shoulders. Holding up Hermione's arms, Ellana pulled the tank top over her head revealing a solid fluorescent pink low cut bra with bows on the straps, along with a love heart navel piercing. Taking out the girl's piercing, inserting it Ellana unhooked her bra from the front pulling it loose from her chest. Exposing her firm B-cup breasts with dark pink perky circular areolas. Once she had snapped on the underwear, Ellana let the slim attractive half naked Hermione flop back onto the tarmac before unbuttoning her shorts. Working them off her slender hips, Ellana peeled the shorts down Hermione's long legs followed by her matching G-string thong with a bow to the rear. Taking an admiring glimpse of the girls small pink clitoris crowned with a thin trimmed strip of golden hair, Ellana pulled on the panties and shorts. She quickly got dressed in the rest of Hermione's clothes, looping the handbag over her shoulder. Now fully dressed Ellana bound Hermione's limbs with the white lace underwear she had put on this morning, before tearing a strip from the Iron Maiden t-shirt she had worn, gagging the naked blonde. Dragging Hermione's body around the dumpster by her ankles, Ellana took time to admire the humans pert buttocks before tipping her inside, tossing in the remains of Kelly's clothes she had stolen. Snapping the lid shut, Ellana placed the tourists phone into her handbag switching it off as she walked out of the alley towards The White House.


10:30am The White House


Hermione's ticket had gotten Ellana into the White House with no problem. She had quickly joined a tour group around what was called the "East Wing." Apparently, this side of the White House was open to tourists and while impressive, walls lined with the various portraits of the presidents who came before, didn't afford Ellana much options. Curious, all their leaders were male? They haven't had a female President. No wonder they are warlike. They lack the guidance of a female hand. But I need to get into the "West Wing". According to the guide, that's were the government resides and we tourists aren't allowed in. I need a new form to enter this west wing. During her tour, Ellana had noticed marines dressed in similar dress uniforms to those she had encountered in The Pentagon patrolling the halls and guarding doors. A few of them were females. An idea came to her. I need to acquire a marines uniform and face. If my experiences at The Pentagon have taught me anything, it's that the right uniforms open the right doors. What worked there should apply here. Splitting off from her tour group, Ellana walked down a deserted corridor where there was a female marine in dress blues guarding a door at the far end of the corridor. Smiling at her luck Ellana walked towards the young marine, sizing her up.


Lance Corporal Melanie Baker itched the back of her left leg with her right, trying to get blood flowing into it again. Standing at parade rest, bored out of her skull. Melanie had be assigned to guard the Lincoln Bedroom this morning, from what was anyone's guess. Most likely Lincoln's ghost, if you believe the bullshit from the house keeping staff. Which I don't Honestly, Melanie wished she could at least something more exciting then being gawked at by tourists. She was a beautiful young marine who had enlisted to kick ass, not stand around in a monkey suit all day. Her smooth rounded features, slender cheekbones and bright hazel eyes were a draw to both men and women. Her short light brown hair tied into a curled ponytail under her white dress hat, the marine symbol pinned proudly at the front. The rest of her uniform, which itched from all the starch, consisted of a navy blue jacket, thst emphasised her amplebc-cups. Buttons embossed with the USMC sigil matching those on her collar, held up by a white leather belt. Her rank, a single chevron stitched on both sleeves in yellow and red hands covered by white gloves. Navy blue trousers with red piping on the seams, with black dress shoes. Damn it I'am so bored. Come on terrorists attack, it would be a damn sight more exciting.


The sound of footsteps from the right caused Melanie to look up. She saw a young tourist walk towards her smiling. Melanie flashed her a stoic look. "Ma'am? Were is your tour group? Are you lost? " The blonde just smiled widely. "What is in that room behind you?" She asked in a British accent that melted the young corporal. "That would be the Lincoln Bedroom. It's not very exciting." The girls curiousity remained undimmed. "Can I go in?" Melanie let out a chuckle. "I'am sorry but it's unauthorised for tourists. Look, you need to get back to your tour group." The blonde British girl cocked her head. "But if looked like you. I would be authorised?" Melanie blinked in surprise. "Ma'am? What are you--oh?" Melanie felt a rush of calm arousal as the girl caressed her cheek. "Let's go somewhere more private, corporal." Melanie nodded as she opened the door behind her, the blonde leading her inside planting a kiss on the marines lips. Closing the door behind them, the corporal hungrily returned the kiss as she felt her belt being undone. It dropped to the ground, as the tourist embraced her. I have always wanted to kiss a British girl. That accent, wow... Was the last thing she thought as her eyes rolled back into her head, slumping unconscious with a sigh in the blonde's arms. Ellana wearing the face of Lance Corporal Melanie Baker smiled. " Lance Corporal Melanie Baker, 24, 1st Marine Division, presidential security detail. She voted for Donald Trump in the last election and as no love for current President, Joe Biden. But she knows well enough to keep her opinions to herself." She said lowering the unconscious marine onto the four poster bed before stripping out of Hermione's clothes.



Ellana removed the woman's hat adopting her ponytail before unlacing her dress shoes, slipping them off along with the white cotton socks. Unbuttoning Melanie's dress jacket, Ellana opened it out to reveal well-formed buoyant C-cup breasts covered by white lace plunge bra with a little bow between the cups. After gently removing the corporal's jacket one arm at a team, laying the garment on the bed Ellana rolled Melanie onto her side unfastening her bra pulling it loose. Exposing the marines full roundel puffy pink areolas, which wobbled as Ellana flipped her on her back. Snapping on the bra, she unzipped Melanie's dress trousers working them off her shapely hips pulling them down her long toned legs. Sparing no thought for the corporal's modesty, Ellana whipped off the white lace thong from between the corporal's thighs revealing a full clitoris decorated with a small trimmed triangle of light brown fuzz. Ellana got dressed in the corporal's uniform, pulling on the gloves and fixing the hat on her head. Once she had fastened on the belt, Ellana tore Hermione's tank top into strips binding Melanie's toned naked athletic body silencing her with a gag. Dragging the naked body off the bed, Ellana rolled Melanie under the bed getting a glimpse of her tight peach shaped buttocks. Straightening her hat, Ellana swept from the Lincoln Bedroom. Using the corporal's memories to guide her to the west wing.


Near the West Wing 11:00am


"Corporal! What are you doing away from your post?!" Ellana hadn't got within a few metres of the door to the west wing near the press room, when an angry voice from behind her. She turned to see a middle-aged human male marine, a curious collection of chevrons on either side, marked him as a "Gunnery Sergeant" according to Melanie's memories. Ellana flashed a quick formal salute. "Sorry, Gunnery Sergeant! I just returned from the bathroom and was on my way back to my post, sir!" The sergeant returned her salute but got into her face. "Corporal Baker! You are guarding the President's house, not some back water embassy in whogivesafuck-stan! You go for a piss when I order you to! Understood!?" Ellana completely terrified flashed another salute. "Yes sir! Understood sir!" The gunnery sergeant clicked his tongue. "Go and stand guard near the press room, Baker. I will let this one slide for now, but see to it stays a one off. Dismissed." He flashed a quick salute which Ellana returned before she turned on her hell, taking position. What an asshole. Military types are the same the galaxy over she thought as she watched the sergeant stalk back up the corridor.



After 30 minutes, Ellana was bored stiff and to make things worse she could swear she was losing the sensation in her legs. I don't know how anyone could do this job. Well this is getting me nowhere. You just had to replace a low ranking female Ellana. I need a new form. From her position near the press room, Ellana could see a number of men and women milling around with curious "press" passes pinned on their jackets or skirts. Who are they? They seem to have more freedom then a uniformed guard. Perhaps one of these "press" passes and forms, will get me into the West Wing. Her chance came when a young ebony skinned woman walked towards her, with one of these passes pinned on her pinstripe jacket. Ellana appraised her, she wore a matching pinstripe knee high shirt with high heels and a silk blue blouse, that barely contained her ample D-cup breasts. Adorned with looped earrings and a pendant that hung above her cleavage. She was an attractive woman, with angular features, high cheekbones and big brown eyes. Sable coloured hair tied into a sensible bun. Ellana smiled approaching her. "Ma'am? Could you come with please?" The woman shot her a curious look. "What's this about? I'am due to speak with one of the White House spokesperson's, in 10 minutes. She's an old friend." Ellana using the authority her uniform granted her gestured to the room she was guarding. "I need to search your belongings before you enter the West Wing. It's a new security procedure, brought in light of the recent Pentagon security drill." The young woman relaxed. "Oh. I heard about that. Well you are only doing your job, guarding the President after all. Lead the way." Smiling, Ellana opened the door behind her. "Of course ma'am. It will only take a second." As soon as she lead the doomed woman into the well important state room, Ellana closed the door behind them. Before caressing the woman on her cheek. "Oh my...?" Was all she said before Ellana pinned her to the wall with a passionate kiss, which the woman briefly returned with a low moan. Feeling her form shift and change into the dark skinned woman, Ellana started to unbutton the woman's blouse before she slid down the wall unconscious with a low sigh. Ellana stripped off the marine dress uniform. "Gloria Younger, 30, CNN White House Correspondent. Ah, a journalist. That makes sense. Enjoys a stack of pancakes with maple syrup and a rashers of bacon. A Canadian breakfast. I wonder what makes it Canadian? She is happily married to her Yale sweetheart. Well that is interesting..."


As Ellana removed Gloria's jewellery putting them on herself then adopting her bun, she reviewed what she had learned from Gloria's memories. Gloria was indeed going to visit an old friend in the West Wing, a White House spokeswoman. They had been friends in college and where in the same sorority, whatever that is. Ellana slipped off the high heels then unfastened her suit jacket. The spokeswoman is new and is set to brief the press only because President Biden is on a state visit. All the other spokespeople are out of down. Thanks to their connection, Gloria as managed a meeting with her to get an exclusive. Well, I will make that meeting instead.. Stripping off the jacket from her shoulders, Ellana unbuttoned Gloria's blouse revealing a black lace plunge wonderbra boosting her impressive cleavage. Rolling the journalist on her side, Ellana unzipped the skirt from the rear pulling the garment down her long legs covered in black tights. Underneath which was a firm rounded buttocks covered by a matching lace thong. Flipping the half naked woman onto her back, Ellana gently peeled off the sheer tights taking care not to damage them following by the lace thong exposing a full brown clitoris decorated with a thick trimmed triangle of black hair. Pulling up the stolen underwear, Ellana slipped off the blouse before unclasping her bra causing her ample D-cup breasts to spill out, with dark brown full puffy areolas with perky nipples. After getting dressed in the rest of Gloria's clothes, looping her handbag over her shoulder Ellana bound the naked woman's ankles with the dress belt, her wrists with Melanie's bra and gagged her with the white lace thong. Tossing the woman over her shoulder, Ellana stashed her in an empty cabinet covering her with the marine uniform before closing the door. Making sure her pass was fully visible, Ellana swept from the room. She had an appointment to keep. Being a member of the administration should get me even better access and more freedom to explore.



The Office of Michelle Lin. White House West Wing 11:45am



Michelle Lin sat at her office desk, trying to memorise what she was going to say to the press pack during the press conference at 12:00pm but she couldn't focus. She was excited that she would finally get her shot. And to make matters worse, her oldest friend from college, Gloria now a journalist with CNN had managed to scrounge a meeting with her. God. I hope she hasn't found out about me and Michael back in college, that was 9 years ago. Or maybe she just wants to pump me information about the Nigerian visit. Well she's not fooling me. Taking out a bottle of Tequila from her desk, Michelle contemplated having a swig for a little dutch courage if nothing else. She caught her reflection in the glass. Michelle was a pretty girl of 28 with long chestnut brown hair tied into a ponytail, diamond shaped features slender cheek bones and slanted hazel eyes. She was dressed in an expensive blue pantsuit, with a white blouse underneath. A pearl choker enclosed her slender neck with matching dangling earrings and dress watch. As Michelle reached for the bottle her office door opened. Quickly stuffing the bottle back into her desk, Michelle rose to greet her old friend Gloria as the woman closed the door behind her. "Gloria! How long as it been since Theta Theta Kappa? 9 years right?" She said hugging her friend, Gloria returned the hug before pulling out. "What's a Theta Theta Kappa?" She asked as Michelle flashed her a confused look. "Our sorority? Don't tell me you've forgotten, Gloria?" The dark skinned woman smiled. "Well, I'am not Gloria." She replied raising her hand. "Gloria? What? I don't understand..oh?" Michelle felt a rush of calm come over her as Gloria caressed her cheek, her heart fluttered as her old friend planted a kiss on her thin lips, holding her in a tight embrace. Despite herself, Michelle returned the kiss, as Gloria's tongue probed her mouth. I..I had no idea Gloria was into women. I thought she and Michael were tight... Letting a low aroused moan, Michelle's eyes rolled back into her head as she slumped unconscious in Gloria's arms. With Gloria's clothes hanging off her new lithe frame, Ellana grinned lowering Michelle to the floor. "Michelle Lin, 28, White House spokeswoman. She broke her sororities rules and slept with Gloria's husband while they were still at Yale. They have kept it secret for all these years." She stripped off Gloria's clothes and jewellery including the wedding ring.



Ellana knelt by Michelle's body removing her pearl jewellery along with her dress watch before slipping off her heels and putting on her jewellery. After adopting the woman's ponytail, Ellana opened out her suit jacket slipping it off her shoulders one arm at a time.Unbuttoning Michelle's blouse revealed small A-cup breasts covered by a red lace floral bralette. Ellana unfastened the womans trousers working them off her slender hips peeling them down her long legs, followed by the matching red lace bikini shorts. Which exposed the woman's small clitoris crowned with a thick strip of trimmed brown public hair. Pulling up her stolen lingerie, Ellana rolled the half naked Michelle onto her side getting a glimpse of her small peach shaped buttocks, before unhooking her bralette. Flipping Michelle onto her back, Ellana pulled the bralette from her chest admiring her cute little breasts with rose petal light brown areolas. Once she had clipped on the woman's bralette, Ellana dressed in her pantsuit strapping on the watch. Tearing up Gloria's tights Ellana' bound the woman's limbs then gagged her with Gloria's thong before dragging the naked Michelle by her ankles to her desk, stuffing her underneath in a seated position. After covering her over with Glorias clothes. Checking her watch, Ellana noticed it was 5 minutes to 12:00pm. She quickly stormed from the office, making her way to the Press Room.




The White House Press Room 12:00pm


As Ellana entered the Press Room, she was confronted by an audience of suited men and woman who had immediately began to clamour for her attention. The noise deafening, not unlike Sam the roommates music. After getting behind the podium Ellana held her hand up, to quieten the baying journalists. "Hi everyone. Good afternoon. You have questions? Well I would !Ike to tell you that I think that naming a white house "The White House" is very unimaginative." There was hushed confusion among the press back, even a few sniggers from the back. What's up with these humans? Can't they take a joke Ellana rolled her eyes as she pointed to a young blonde woman in a cream suit who had held her hand up. "Stacey Beckett, NBC news. Is it true that the president is on a state visit to the UK?" Ellana thought about the answer before flashing the woman a warm smile. "Yes, of course he's on a state visit to the UK. Because he just loves to travel." The woman chuckled slightly before taking her seat. At the back row, another hand shot up this time a red headed human male. Ellana gestured for him to stand. "David Marshall, Channel 12. Really? He likes to travel you say? On the American taxpayers dime?" He asked with a smug grin. Ellana looked around then nodded. "Yes, of course he does. What a stupid question." The journalist didn't seem to think so as he nodded satisfied taking his seat as the other journalists laughed, giving the man a round of applause. What's going on? Why are congratulating
him? Suddenly, Ellana could feel a vibration coming from her jacket pocket followed by the Star Wars theme tune. She ran from the room, taking out the phone the laughter of the press pack growing fainted. The screen read Chief of Staff, sliding the green phone up Ellana answered it. "Hello?"


"What the fuck was that, Michelle?! Do you know what you just did? You made the President look like a complete fool in front of the world!" Ellana cringed in from the angry shreik in the man's voice. "Well I only answered their questions. I mean that's my job, right?" The man let out an exasperated sigh. "No! You idiot! Your job is to tell them only what they need to hear and make the President look good! Instead you get trapped so easily by a hack from channel 12, and drop the biggest of political hot potatoes! Trump is going to have field day with this!" Ellana rubbed the back of her head. "Um, sorry?" She said sheepishly. "That's not good enough, Ms Lin! The old man is pissed and he wants a world with you, as soon as we get to the White House! Go wait outside the Oval Office and pray he's in a forgiving mood! Or it's your ass!" With that he hung up, Ellana replaced the phone in her pocket. What a very sensitive human. Still this my chance to visit the President's inner sanctum. This all worked out quite well Using Michelle's memories and her own research, Ellana made her way to The Oval Office.



The Oval Office 10 minutes later



As Ellana sat outside the Oval Office, her mind warred with itself. What should I do? I mean I'am to meet the president and likely get fired. But his office is right there? I could just go in and have a peek before he gets here. Why not? I will be in and out, nobody will ever know and I will maintain my cover. Well until I find a new form. At least the others haven't been found yet. Her curiousity getting the better of her, Ellana quickly checked the corridor before walking into the Oval Office. Ellana's eyes widened as she beheld the Presidents sanctum, a rounded carpet with the US sigil lay on the floor. On top of it was a coffee table flanked by two sofas. At the far end was an antique desk lit by the light from the bay window, which according to Michelle's memories was called the Resolute Desk. An impressive office, indeed. One befitting a mighty ruler. Wait? What's that on the desk? Ellana saw a thick dossier sitting on the President's desk. She walked around sitting on the President's chair. Inching the chair a little further towards the desk, Ellana opened the file. Interesting, this is a security briefing on the Nigerian visit to the Kremlin in Moscow, Russia. They are having a summit with the Russians and Chinese. Another government palace? This time in Russia. I must return and investigate, this is my next destination. If I could tag along with the Nigerians, who have made a sudden visit to the USA before their summit, that would get me there. Suddenly, the sound of the door to the office opening interupted her thoughts. Her blood ran cold as a young woman entered the office. She was an attractive short haired auburn haired red, with slightly squared features, high cheekbones and piercing green eyes. She was dressed in a black pantsuit, underwhich was a matching waistcoat and white long sleeve blouse. Black sensible pumps. Adorned with a simple chain necklace and earrings studs. A handgun holstered on her left hip. A curious clear plastic wire inserted into her ear and there was a star shaped pin on her lapel.



USSS Agent Nancy Malone's eyes widened in shock as she saw Michelle Lin sitting at the Resolute Desk, reading a presidential dossier. "What are doing, Ms Lin? You were told to wait outside. You cannot be in here." The spokeswoman hastily shoved the file to one side. "Nothing, I'am just taking a quick peek that's all." Nancy shook her head, as she closed the door behind her. She approached Ms Lin who rose from the desk. "You do know this is his desk, right? " She grabbed the woman's arm. "I'am sorry, but I'am escorting you out...oh?" Nancy let out a low breath of arousal as Ms Lin, caressed her bare hand. "You really need to relax, Agent." Was all she said before planting a passionate kiss on Nancy's lips, lowering her onto one of the sofa's the spokeswoman straddling her. Her thoughts turned her wife as she hungrily returned the kiss tears in her eyes. I love my wife! I love my sweet Megan, I hope doesn't get back to her. Please forgive me my love... Nancy felt her eyes roll back into her head as she slumped unconscious on the sofa. Ellana now wearing the face of Nancy Malone, wiped her mouth. "Nancy Malone, 27, USSS Agent. Was a sergeant in the US Army Rangers before she received a gunshot wound to the shoulder from a Taliban sniper. Medically discharged she met her wife, Megan, a nurse during her rehabilitation. The two are very much in love." She said stripping off Michelle's clothes.



Time for a tactical change thought Ellana as she removed Nancy's jewellery putting them in before taking out her sidearm, unclipping the device she called an "earwig" then unlacing her shoes removing them along with her ankle socks. Unfolding the agents jacket Ellana slipped from her shoulders on arm at a time then unbuttoned the waistcoat, pulling it free followed by the agents blouse revealing B-cup breasts nipples straining against a white cropped lace camisole. Unfastening Nancy's trousers, Ellana peeled them from her shapely hips down her long toned legs exposing her matching hipster shorts. Whipping them off from between the agents thighs afforded Ellana a view of Nancy's small clean shaven clitoris. After pulling up the stolen underwear, Ellana stripped off the agents blouse then pulled her camisole over her. She admired the agents small well formed breasts with puffy dark red areolas as she got dressed in her clothes. Holstering the woman's sidearm, looping the earwig in Ellana then tore Michelle's blouse into strips binding the naked agents lmbs and gagging her. Grabbing the bound woman by her ankles, she dragged her toned athletic body over to the resolute desk stuffing her underneath the Resolute Desk tossing the remains of Michelle's suit onto her body before concealing her further with the President's chair. Creaking her neck, Ellana walked towards the Oval Office door.



As soon as she walked out of the office, Ellana felt her earwig crackle. Putting her hand up she pressed it listening in to a male voice. "We have a situation! Someone took out a marine and stole her uniform, we could have a breach. Eagle has been informed and diverted, Olympus is being locked down. Keep your guard up, and don't let any Marines leave the area until we have confirmation..." Ellana sighed Looks like I have outstayed my welcome. Time for a tactical retreat, I need to escape and find a new form then I can think about Moscow she put down her hand, using the agents memories Ellana made her way across the Hall of Columns. As she reached the front entrance, she was approached by an ash blonde middle aged human female wearing a cream suit jacket, with matching knee length skirt and red silk blouse. Nude coloured heels, clacking towards her. Her attractive but lined features regarding her with concern as she opened her mouth.


12:30pm White House Lawn


"Agent? What's going on? I heard something about a possible breach to Olympus?" Asked congresswoman Madison Huntingdon as the red headed agent nodded her head as they stopped by the front entrance. "Yes a possible security breach. We everything under control, ma'am." Madison put her hands on her hips. "Damn it. I was supposed to meet with the Chief of Staff to discuss the sudden visit by the Nigerians before they fly off to meet Putin. And now I have to meet a Nigerian aide for a quick farewell handshake on the Hill. Take me to my car, Agent." The agent flashed her a brief smile before holding her hand out. "Certainly, ma'am. After you." As she and the agent walked away from the front entrance, Madison found that the agent was leading her into some bushes off the White House Lawn. "Excuse me, agent? This isn't the way to my...oh?" Madison felt her hand being gripped by the young attractive agent, a wave of arousal come over her. The redhead spun her around before planting a passionate kiss on her lips, holding her in a lovers embrace. Madison despite herself hungrily returned the kiss. My, she's a much better kisser then my sweet PA Jessica. I'am sorry Jessie... was her final thought before she slumped unconscious in the agents arms. Ellana lowered her behind the bushes, wearing the congresswoman's face. " Madison Huntingdon, 44, Congresswoman for Virginia, Democrat. Married four times, divorced three times and has two teenage daughters in college. But she is currently having an affair with her aide, a young woman half her age. She's a closet bisexual and keeps this well guarded." She said crouching stripping off Nancy's clothes.



Ellana quickly stripped the unconscious Madison of her jewellery and clothes including her red silk slip with matching red silk panties. Crouching low over the naked body of Congresswoman Madison Huntingdon, admiring her slim attractive form with small but well formed breasts with circular perky dark pink areolas and small womanhood crowned with a trimmed strip of ash blonde pubic hair, as she got dressed in her clothes. After fastening on the jacket, Ellana bound the woman's limbs with torn strips from Nancy's blouse, gagging her with the hipster shorts. Then dragged Madison's naked body deeper into the bushes, tossing Nancy's suit over her. Leaving the bushes behind, Ellana walked towards the front gate. "Congresswoman Huntington, ma'am?" A male humans voice caused her to turn around. A young blonde haired male with a black suit walked towards her. "Pardon me but I have been ordered to evacuate you to Capitol Hill. The security level as been raised and we need to evacuate all members of both house out to safety. " Ellana nodded to the young man. "Very well, Agent. Its better to be safe then sorry. Lead on." She fell into step behind the USSS agent who lead her to a black sedan, opening the back door for her. Getting inside Ellana belted up sparing the White House a smile as the agent drove down the White House Lawn through the front gates. Now I just need to get on the plane to Moscow. The Nigerians should be of help there.



Capitol Hill 13:00pm


As Ellana lent into her car seat watching D.C shoot past the windows , she decided to question her driver. "Why are we driving to Capitol Hill, agent?" She asked him as he looked back at her through the rear view mirror. "Well you must know that the President is on his way back from his state visit to the UK, ma'am?" Ellana nodded her head, allowing the man to continue. "Well he was speeding back when he heard the Nigerian President was making a state visit, before their summit in Moscow. But what with the breach to Olympus, the security as been ramped up and the Capitol is going to be locked down too. The Nigerians have cancelled their visit and going straight to Russia, but not before one of their Presidents aides wants to meet you to apologise personally. I believe she is waiting for you in your office." She leaned back a smile on her face. Yes. According to Madison's memories, she worked with this aide a young female to bring the Nigerians here. How fortunate... As the car pulled up, she noticed another car with Nigerian flags on its front. A dark skinned human male standing outside waiting. After the agent let her out of the car, Ellana walked up the steps of the capitol building using Madison's memories to guide her as the agents car pulled away.


Chioma Abara, Aide to President Ndouma waited for Congresswoman Huntington to return from the White House. She glanced down at her watch sighing. The planes leaves in 45 minutes, I hope she doesn't take too long. It wouldn't do to leave without apologising first. Chioma caught her reflection in the window. She was an attractive young ebony skinned woman of 22, with heart shaped features, high cheekbones and almond shaped brown eyes. Her black hair done up into a braided cornrow bun. She was dressed in a smart black pantsuit, with a white blouse underneath and black strappy high heels. Looped silver hoops dangling from her ears. Suddenly behind her the door opened to reveal Congresswoman Huntington, who grinned as she regarded Chioma as she closed the door behind her. Rising out her seat she offered her hand to the older woman, who took it eagerly . "Congresswoman, I must apologise on behalf of my president for cutting short our vis...oh?" She let out an aroused gasp as Huntingdon caressed her hand with her thumb. "It's quite alright, my dear. But I'am afraid you won't be making your flight." She said as she gently sat Chioma back down into the chair, planted a kiss on her thick lips. Feeling the woman's tongue probing her mouth, Chioma was surprised as she returned the kiss. I had rumours of her...preferences but I thought they were only rumours. Oh my... She thought as let out a muffled sigh, slumping unconscious in her chair. Ellana now a copy of Chioma Abara smiled, stripping off Madison's clothes. " Chioma Abara, 22, Aide to the President of Nigeria. She is in love with one of the Presidents security team, but none of the staff are aware of their affair."


Using the chair, Ellana removed Chioma's jewellery including her watch putting them on before slipping off her strappy heels. She quickly stripped the unconscious Nigerian out of her clothing, including her matching solid white plunge t-shirt bra and matching tanga thong. As she got dressed in all of Chioma's clothes, Ellana admired the girl's small but well formed B-cup breasts with circular perky dark brown areolas and small brown clitoris crowned with a small trimmed black triangle. Her toned, lush body on full display. After copying her cornrow bow, Ellana tore up Madison's slip binding Chioma's limbs and gagging her then she picked up the naked aide under her shoulders. Dragging her over to an empty cabinet behind the congresswoman's desk, Ellana stashed Chioma inside, covering her with Madison's clothes before closing the door on her. Looping the woman's handbag around her shoulder, Ellana swept from the office. I have a plane to catch, next destination Moscow.


The Nigerian Presidents plane 14:00pm


Ellana accepted a cup of tea from a young Nigerian stewardess as she looked out the window down at the slowly receding Washington D.C I will see you again, America. You have been good to me. You still have so much more I want to see, but for now I return to Russia. As she leant back into her chair, she hoped that Russia had warmed up since the last time she had visited and that the women in Moscow would be as beautiful as the ones in St Petersburg.

[Stormtrooper1990]

WASHINGTON POST


PRESIDENTIAL SPOKESPERSON DROPS THE BALL



By Winona Gregory, Political Correspondent


The Biden administration was left embarrassed yesterday , after a White House spokeswoman dropped a big political hot potato. Ms Michelle Lin, 28, who has only been a White House Spokeswoman for a month, had said the president loves to spend the taxpayers money on travelling on state visits instead of tending to problems here at home. She was also observed ridiculing the White House. The President had to cut short his state visit to the UK after Nigerian President Ndouma had made an unannounced state visit, before his scheduled summit with Presidents Putin and Xi sometime tomorrow at the Kremlin. However, the Nigerians had to cut short their own trip after the White House was breached by a female protestor who ran onto the White House Lawn protesting against Climate Change. The woman who remains at large, is believed to be a member of Just Stop Oil.


In response to Ms Lin's gaffe a White House Spokesman as confirmed that she as been relieved of her position and had this to say. "I would like to confirm that the word's spoken by Ms Lin were taken out of context and were her own views. She as she been relieved of her duties. They do not reflect the views of the president or the policies of this administration. The President remains commited to fulfilling his oath to the American people and to maintaining our special relationship with the UK." According to the latest opinion polls, the Presidents approval rating as dipped sharply but commentators on the Hill say he can easily weather this storm. Republican party candidate and former president Donald Trump added. "It just goes to show sleepy Joe just can't get the staff these days. I never had that problem when I was in office."


For more on this story turn to page 5. Footage of Ms Lin's disastrous q&a has now gone viral.