Ellana's Cultural Studies on Humanity Chapter 8: The Wonders of the Human Ballet

[Stormtrooper1990]

My experiences at the carnival in Rio de Janeiro had left me culturally enriched. I had enjoyed immensely the colour, the lights and the sounds of the carnival, and the human street food, which was divine. Looking back, I wish that I had more time to explore the carnival it having lasted a further two weeks but the cursed MiB where on my tail so I had to flee. So it was with a heavy heart that I left the lights of Rio behind. Thanks to an inflight movie and a chance meeting with a Russian stewardess, who was kind enough to lend me her uniform and face, I had a destination in mind. I wanted to investigate this "ballet" further, what I had seen had impressed me. What I would soon discover was merely the tip of the iceberg. Ignoring the biting cold, which reminded me of Zenobia Prime's Northern Polar Reaches, I set forth. First things first, I had to acquire more warmer clothes, a local face and a bed to call my own. If my experiences on Earth had taught me anything, it was there were always a young human female around when you needed one...


Dr Ellana Xenoanthropological Society


Outside Pulkovo International Airport, St Petersburg Saturday 10th February 2024 19:50pm



After a grueling 22 hour flight, with a single stopover in a German city called Berlin Ellana found herself outside the Pulkovo terminal. She blow air into her hands rubbing them together to generate heat, her breath misting in the biting cold. " My it's cold. It must be winter on this side of the world, I should gone to somewhere more warmer." Looking up, she saw a billboard in Russian advertising Swan Lake, being performed by the Bolshoy Ballet. At the Hermitage Theatre Sunday 11th February Ellana smiled as she comprehended the script, called Cyrillic according to Ivana's memories. It seems that I'am in the right place, so kind of them to advertise. Right now that's not my immediate concern. I need a change of clothes, something warmer and a bed, I need rest after that flight. Ellana spied a young local woman, a pretty little thing carrying a paper bag of groceries walking towards her car in an alley across from the airport. Her heels crunching in the snow, Ellana crossed the street appraising her. She was an attractive girl with heart shaped features, slender cheekbones and big blue eyes. Her long black hair, tied in a braided ponytail under her curious red beanie hat with a pom-pom on top. She was dressed in a red fur lined flannel coat, with matching mittens and scarf, a hint of blue jeans and tan fur lined boots. Ellana grinned widely as she entered the alley.Her clothing looks snug and warm, her face pleasing. And some transportation to boot, she will do nicely.



Svetlana Tupulova, opened the rear passenger door of her VW Golf setting the bag of groceries on the seat. As she looked up to close the car door, she caught sight of a pretty blonde Aeroflot stewardess walking towards her without a coat on. She made out the name on her jacket, Ivana. "My god! Are you okay? Where is your coat?! You must be cold." She said with concern as Ivana approached her. The stewardess merely grinned, sizing her up like a cat would a plump mouse. "I'am okay, human. I will take yours..." Svetlana let out a squeak of fear, which was quelled by a feeling of calmness as the woman caressed her cheek. Instead she felt arousal. "...along with everything else." Ivana said before planting a passionate kiss on Svetlana's lips. Feeling herself being lowered onto the backseat, Svetlana hungrily returned the kiss as the blonde straddled her closing the door with a snap. But I don't even like other girls...do I? Was the final thought Svetlana had before letting out a muffled rattled as she slumped unconscious on her back seat. Ellana, now a clone of Svetlana stripped off her stewardess uniform. "Svetlana Tupulova, 21, performing arts student. She's a member of her local amateur dramatics group, who are putting on a production of Shakespeare's Macbeth and she will play Lady Macbeth. Interesting. Who is this Shakespeare and what's a Macbeth? This needs further investigation." She said, straddling the girl.


Now naked, using the cramped space Ellana removed Svetlana's mittens, hat, scarf and boots along with her white ankle socks before loosening her braid, copying her ponytail. Once she had pulled on her socks, Ellana unbuttoned her blue long sleeved shirt revealing a swell of B-cup breasts covered by white lace trimmed camisole. Unbelting Svetlana's jeans, Ellana worked them off her hips peeling them down her long legs along with the red and white striped thong that had protected a small womanhood crowned by a trimmed black strip of pubic hair. Pulling up the stolen panties, Ellana slipped the camisole off Svetlana's shoulders pulling the underwear down her lush slim body exposing her young breasts with puffy pale pink circular areolas. Straddling the naked body of Svetlana, Ellana dressed in the rest of Svetlana's clothing. After pulling on the hat and fastening on the coat, Ellana rolled the naked body into her foot well getting a glimpse of her pert peach shaped buttocks. I cannot put her in her trunk, it will expose her to the cold and that could kill her. She will be fine here, until I get to her home at least She then clambered ito the drivers seat, buckling up. Putting the engine into gear, Ellana used Svetlana's memories to guide her to her home.


Tupulova Residence Outskirts of St Petersburg 20:25pm


Ellana had reached Svetlana's apartment, a small but serviceable apartment on the first floor. It had been a tense affair carrying the naked sleeping body of the young russian on her shoulder. Lucky for Ellana, the apartments were deserted at this hour. Now the girl was sleeping soundly tucked into her wardrobe as Ellana took a look around her new temporary quarters. The first thing she noticed were tickets to the Swan Lake Ballet at the Hermitage theatre, on the girls coffee table. Ellana picked them up smiling. "Well well. Luck does favour the bold. Saves me having to buy some or steal some, thank you Svetlana." Putting down the tickets down, Ellana scanned the girl's collection of books with one in particular catching her eye. Walking towards the bookcase, Ellana took out a book called The Collected Works of William Shakespeare (Russian Edition) , and sitting down on the living room crouch started to read. On the whole she found the works fascinating, similar in style to the great playwrights of Zenobia Prime. She was particularly interested in Macbeth, finding Lady Macbeth to be a compelling if misunderstood character. Turning the book on its reverse, she found something interesting. "William Shakespeare was born in Stratford-upon-Avon, Great Britain. All of his plays are performed by the Royal Shakespeare Company, at the Globe Theatre London." She read aloud. This needs further investigation, London will be my next destination. I must see Macbeth for myself. Putting down the book, Ellana saw a programme for the Ballet, quickly flicking through it confirmed what she found out on the plan. In the centre folding, Ellana found a young woman dressed in a black swan outfit which identified her as the main character. "You are the main candidate. I will replace you and experience the ballet first hand." Feeling a little peckish, Ellana put down the guide making her way to the kitchen. After searching Svetlana's fridge, Ellana found a couple of microwave pizzas. Her experience with a similar device in Alessandra's kitchen, back in Rio was fruitful. So after fixing herself a couple of the Cheese and Tomato snacks, along with a can of Diet Coke Ellana settled down on the couch. Once she had finished, Ellana was still feeling the effects of what humans called "Jet Lag" she decided it was best to catch some sleep before beginning her exploration in the city in the morning. Laying down on Svetlana's bed, Ellana closed her eyes dreaming she was back in Rio de Janeiro at the carnival.


The Next Day


Waking up early the next morning, Ellana had fixed herself some of what the humans called "breakfast" a bowl of oats and fruit called muesli. Despite the unappetising name, she found the meal wholly appealing. During her meal, she had decided to explore the city and recon The Hermitage Theatre. The performance wasn't until 20:00 this evening, which gave Ellana the whole morning to get the lay of the city using Svetlana's form. After finishing her meal, Ellana grabbed Svetlana's car keys then pulled on her warm outer layers before locking the apartment door behind her.


Later that evening 18:35pm


During her travels through St Petersburg, Ellana had liked what she had saw. The city had history and it's people were proud if a little weary of outsiders. Ellana had driven past the statue of a bearded human male in the Hermitage Square near the Theatre, astride a powerful equine beast. He was wearing full military uniform and looked to be a great military leader. Ellana had asked a female police officer who this man was. She had looked at her as if she were a simpleton before answering. "That's Peter the Great. A great emperor of Russia, a military hero and father of modern Russia." Ellana was impressed and fascinated all at once. I will return here later, to study this fascinating history. It appears that Russians are more militaristic then the humans in Rio. Most interesting. Thanking the woman, Ellana drove on her way. After noting several museums that would be worthy of a visit, Ellana stopped for a quick coffee before heading back to Svetlana's flat to prepare for her ballet infiltration.


As soon as she arrived home, Ellana stripped off Svetlana's clothes running herself a pleasant hot bath using a strange human liquid called "bubble bath" that smelled of "Jasmine" according to the bottle, whatever that was. We don't have anything like this back home. It's a wonderful feeling to soak in bubbles, humans sure are ingenious After a 25 minute hot soak, Ellana moved to Svetlana's bedroom picking herself out a nice little black dress with black lace lingerie as she dried herself. "Thank you for the dress, Svetlana. Your bath is amazing by the way." She said to the naked sleeping girl, still slumped in her wardrobe as she pulled on the underwear, dress and strappy heels. As an afterthought, Ellana put on some of Svetlana's jewellery selecting a pearl choker and matching earrings. When she was finished, Ellana closed the wardrobe door on Svetlana before picking up the tickets to the ballet. Putting them in her handbag, Ellana looped it over her shoulder grabbed the car keys leaving Svetlana's apartment for the final time.


The Hermitage Theatre 19:30pm


Ellana presented her ticket to a pretty young uniformed human female, an usherette according to Svetlana's memories. "Thank you, ma'am. Please enjoy the show." She said as Ellana flashed her a smile, walking through the large wooden doors and through the concourse heading towards the stage area with the other attendees. I have no intention of watching this Ballet, I must find the Black Swan and become her. Hmm? As she stood mingling with the audience as they found their seats, Ellana noticed smartly dressed ushers and usherettes going through the backstage doors. If I acquire one of their uniforms. I can get into the backstage areas and the dressing rooms. Now to get a human on her own... Ellana spied a young blonde female usherette walk past her towards the concourse. Following from a distance, Ellana appraised her. The girl was an attractive specimen, with squared features, high cheekbones and big brown eyes. Her short wavy honey blonde hair had her red uniform pillbox hat perched on top. She wore a matching red double breasted jacket with gold brocade, trousers with black sensible flats and white gloves. Ellana noticed the woman had walked into a employees ladies toilet. Smiling, Ellana swiftly followed her inside.


23 year old Sasha Vingrodova, let out a long sigh of pleasured relief as she emptied her full bladder, her uniform slacks and white lace bikini thong down around her ankles. She reflected that in her 2 years as an usherette at the Hermitage Theatre, she had never missed a performance. Sasha often looked to the stage with pangs of nostalgia, having the urge to take to the stage once more but she knew her ballet days were long behind her. Finishing her piss, Sasha wiped herself down, flushed the toilet and pulled up her trousers zipping them up. As soon as she opened the cubicle door, Sasha saw a brief flash of long black hair, as she was sat into the toilet bowl with a kiss. Sasha felt the soft warm lips of another woman upon hers, as her attacked probed the inside of her mouth with her tongue. Despite herself Sasha briefly returned the kiss, letting out a low muffled moan of arousal as the brunette straddled her. It's been two years since Katya in the showers. I had forgotten what it was like... Sasha's eyes rolled back into her bead, as she slumped unconscious on the toilet bowl. Ellana smiled with Sasha's face as she stripped off Svetlana's dress. "Sasha Vingrodova, 23, been an usherette for 2 years. She used to to be a ballerina herself, but suffered a broken ankle aged twenty which ended her career. The injury healed but her confidence was shattered, but her love for the theatre never died."


Ellana straddled the unconscious Sasha, removing her ear studs and hat, putting them on before slipping off her shoes along with her socks. Ellana unbuttoned the woman's brocaded jacket, revealing a well rounded pair of C-cup breasts enveloped in a low cut white lace bra. Reaching around Sasha's back, Ellana unhooked her bra slipping it free of her chest exposing her firm breasts with circular pink areolas. Putting on Sasha's bra, Ellana unzipped her trousers peeling them off her hips, and down her long dancers legs before whipping off the matching thong panties, revealing a full clitoris topped with a small tuft of honey blonde pubic fuzz. Admiring the toned naked body of the former ballerina, Ellana quickly got dressed in her uniform. After buttoning up the jacket and slipping on the gloves, she tore Svetlana's dress into strips binding and gagging Sasha. With the naked usherette secured, Ellana dragged the unconscious woman under her shoulders to the attendants cupboard stashing her inside and tossing the remains of Svetlana's dress along with her possessions in with her. Closing the door on the blonde, Ellana swept from the employees toilet.


The Hermitage Backstage


Between her uniform and Sasha's face, Ellana got easy access to the backstage area's. Now she could begin her search for the Black Swan. Walking past busy stagehands who were preparing for the upcoming show, Ellana scanned the doors looking for the dressing rooms. After 5 minutes of searching, Ellana had found what she was looking for. She was standing before a door with Black Swan plastered on the door. Using her Usherette disguise, Ellana straightened her jacket, knocking on the door. It opened to reveal a young pretty brunette girl, with a rounded smooth face sculptured cheekbones and narrow blue eyes. Her light brown hair cut short into a bob, a silver diamond tiara worked into it and similar dangling earrings. She was dressed in a black plunged ridged leotard that hugged her slim small petite frame, a curious matching large feathered ruff around her waist. Her long legs covered with white tights and white laced shoes. The whole outfit was tailored to give the girl the appearance of a large bird, just like in the film she watched. The dancer flashed her a concerned look. "Is everything okay? Is this about the show?" Ellana smiled as she removed her right hand glove. "Everything's fine. I'am all ready to dance. May I come in?" She caressed the girl's bare forearm, releasing her pheromones. The Black Swan's eyes glazed over as she let out an aroused sigh. "Certainly, you're very pretty." Grinning Ellana, walked past the dancer as she allowed her entry. Letting the Black Swan close the door behind them Ellana took the girl into her arms, passionately kissing her on her lips. The Black Swan let out a muffled moan of pleasure as she returned the kiss, Ellana could feel her body changing, her uniform becoming tight around her new smaller body as she sampled the Swan's DNA. The girl then let out a soft sexy rattle as she slumped unconscious in Ellana's arms. Ellana smiling with her new face lowered the girl to the ground. "Tatiana Obolenskyia, 18, The Black Swan. "She worked hard for this coveted role, beating off stern competition from her rivals. Interesting, she is in a relationship with her male co-star who is five years her senior. It's a closely guarded secret, not even their families nor the Ballet Company now." Ellana, now Tatiana, said stripping off her tight uniform.



Now naked, Ellana removed Tatiana's tiara and jewellery putting them on before she unzipped the black tutu, pulling it down her slim body. A curious name for a garment, but that's what Tatiana called it. I wonder what the significance of that is? Unlacing the ballet shoes from Tatiana's small feet, Ellana rolled the unconscious girl onto her side unzipping the leotard from the rear. Taking the garment at the shoulders, Ellana peeled Tatiana out of it revealing small but youthful A-cup breasts with pink perky areolas and a womanhood protected by her opaque white tights. Flipping the half naked Tatiana onto her back, Ellana pulled the tights from around her slim waist down her long legs revealing a solid black G-string thong. Sparing not thought for the dancer's modesty, Ellana whipped the underwear off from between Tatiana's thighs exposing her small clean shaven clitoris. Ellana stood over the pleasing sight of Tatiana's naked form, admiring her as she got dressed in the dancer's outfit. After she finished lacing up the ballet shoes, Ellana bound Tatiana's wrists and ankles with spare tights she had torn up before gagging her with Sasha's panties. She took the naked girl by the ankles, dragging her over to the open wardrobe where she propped her up in a foetal position before concealing her further with Sasha's uniform. Closing the door on the naked girl, Ellana sat by her vanity applying some of her makeup to look the part. Then a knock came at the door. Sighing she walked over to the door opening it to reveal a young male human usher, his eyes scanning her new figure. "Excuse me Ms Obolenskyia, the performance will begin in five minutes." He said as Ellana flashed him a warm smile. "Thank you, I'am all ready now. Lead the way." The man nodded as he bade her farewell. Closing the door behind her, Ellana joined the other performers as they made their way to the stage.


The Main Stage, 20:00pm


Ellana took to the stage bowing before the audience hand in hand with the other performers. After an initial round of applause they all took their positions as the from the orchestra the opening movements played. Using her natural eidetic memory, a specialty amongst female Zenobians, Ellana recalled her observations from watching the movie on the plane to Rio. Using those memories, Ellana was more than able to hold her own as she linked up with the human male called Yuri, Tatiana's co-star and lover. Although the prancing jumps and the foot balancing put a strain on her ankles. I have no idea how Tatiana could do this. She must have been very skilled indeed. I know she has my respect. However, on the hour intermission Ellana had begun to raise some eyes with her poor form. Yuri had even got a little suspicious when she refused to kiss him, when her had pulled her away during the break to sneak an embrace. "It's nothing, Yuri. My feet are sore so I'm little distracted. Don't worry, I will make it up too you after the show." I have no intention of doing so. Foolish human, he doesn't realise if I were to kiss him he would be asleep for hours. That seemed enough to placate him, as they returned for the second half of the performance.



In the shoes second half, Ellana had finally found her rhythm and was vastly enjoying herself. She felt that she was in her element. Having taken dance lessons in her youth as part of her royal lessons on etiquette, Ellana knew that dance could often be used to tell a story and Swan Lake was no exception. Just watching the story isn't enough, you have to experience it to fully understand the message. I'am glad I came here... Ellana thought as she performed a leap which caught the audiences breath, only to be caught by Yuri. Half an hour later, came the climax but as Ellana got into position she could hear the sound of sirens outside, her superior Zenobian hearing picking up before the audience did. Oh no! That can't be good, it's the authorities. The MiB must have called them. Damn them to the moons of Xantha! She cursed in her thoughts as silence descended about the audience, followed by hush confused voices. Suddenly, the doors from the concourse burst open as a crowd of armed human troops stormed into the stage. They were dressed similarly to MiB guards all black jumpsuits, combat helmets and tactical vests, except they were armed with primitive projectile weapons and their tactical vests had "FSB" imprinted in yellow on their front and back. "Attention! All civilians must be evacuated immediately! We have reports of an immediate terror threat to the theatre! All civilians will be escorted to safety!" Said a male agent with a curious trumpet like contraption that amplified his voice. The crowd began to rise out of their seats as the agents fanned out around the theatre. Using the confusion, Ellana managed to slip off the stage using a backstage door. Curses! I must escape this place and for that I need a change of clothes and an escape route. Typical MiB, always spoiling my research and my fun.



As Ellana walked towards the rear fire escape, she heard a strong female voice call out behind her. "Excuse me miss. You can't go that way, my agents are locking down the street. Please follow me and I will take you to safety." She turned to see a tall but attractive female agent with strawberry blonde hair tied into a bun. Ellana appraised her, she had diamond shaped features with pale blue eyes. The woman was dressed in a black turtleneck jumper, dark blue jeans and zipped high heeled boots. Over her jumper she wore a "FSB" tactical vest that covered her ample cleavage and was armed with a human projectile weapons called a "handgun". Ellana approached her, pulling her best distressed human face. "Oh my god! Thank you officer! Please help me!" Her face full of concern the FSB officer took her in her shoulders. It's alright my dear, you will safe soon I...oh?" Ellana caressed her softly on her cheek before kissing her full on the mouth. The officer let out a muffled cry of surprised arousal, briefly returning the kiss as Ellana shifted into her form feeling her black swan outfit tear as she become taller and her breasts enlarged. Letting out a low moan, the FSB woman collapsed onto her side unconscious. "Nadia Basbuskina, 32. FSB Agent." Ellana said taking Nadia's ankles dragging her into a nearby closet. "Used to be military, where she met her ex-husband. She fell pregnant and was medically discharged. Her husband stayed in the Army, but divorced her because he was having an affair with another soldier, a female. Since then, she's a single mom. Using her FSB pay to keep a roof over her head for 8 year old daughter." Ellana panted as she dragged the former soldier into the broom cupboard.



Ellana stripped off the remains of Tatiana's ballet outfit before removing Nadia's tactical vest and unzipping her boot heels, pulling them off one foot at a time then copying her hairstyle. Leaning the unconscious agent against her, Ellana held up her arms pulling the turtleneck sweater up over her head revealing ample D-cup breasts enveloped by a white Nike sports bra. Unhooking the bra from the rear, Ellana slipped off the underwear from Nadia's chest exposing full puffy roundel shaped areolas. Letting the half naked woman fall back onto the floor, fixing on the bra Ellana unfastened the woman's jeans working them past her shapely hips, down her long legs. With only a matching solid white Nike hipster shorts protecting her modesty, Ellana whipped them off admiring Nadia's full pink clitoris decorated with a trimmed triangle of strawberry blonde fuzz and full peach shaped ass. As she got dressed in the FSB agents clothes, Ellana admired the full athletic figure of Nadia which she had kept despite childbirth. After fixing on the tactical vest, holstering the sidearm Ellana bound and gagged the unconscious woman with strips of the black swan outfit and tights. She then swiftly exited the broom cupboard, leaving the real Agent Basbuskina naked in the darkness.


Side streets near the Hermitage Theatre, 22:30pm


The form and clothing of Agent Basbuskina served in getting Ellana past the FSB cordon and away from the immediate danger of the MiB. She hadn't seen any seen of her nemeses and she wasn't going to stick around to find out. As she entered a side alley, Ellana weighed up her next move. I need to get to the airport and get out of Russia. London will be my next destination. I must learn all about Shakespeare and Macbeth. A change of clothes and transportation is in order. I'am way to conspicuous dressed like this. Ahead of her, Ellana could she a young woman straddling a motorcycle taking off a red crash helmet revealing a sweet attractive rounded face with shallow cheekbones and big grey eyes. Her auburn hair cut into a pixie style. Ellana grinned appraising her. The girl was wearing a black zipped up leather jacket, a red tank top underneath, matching tight leather riding pants and knee high leather boots. She also wore a leather choke and studded earrings. Yes, I like leather and she as a nice bike. She will do nicely. Grinning, Ellana walked up to the girl who looked up fear in her eyes.


FSB here? Oh my god! They have come for me too. Just like they did when dragged my beautiful Lyuda away from me. Just act natural, Alyona. Don't antagonise her. Alyona looked up at the blonde FSB woman who looked up and down the alley before returning her gaze to her. Alyona had the distant impression the woman was sizing her up. "Um, evening officer. Is everything alright?" She asked as she got off her bike, a little nervous. The FSB cocked her smiling. "Everything's fine, human. I say that's a nice bike." She said before she quickly pinned Alyona to the wall with a passionate kiss, gripping her shoulders. Alyona struggled at first but became more calmer and aroused as the agent caressed her cheek, letting out a soft moan as the blonde probed the inside of her mouth with her tongue. Alyona couldn't resist she returned the kiss, tears in her eyes as she thought of sweet Lyuda. I love you, Lyuda. This doesn't mean anything... Was Alyona's last thought as her eyes rolled back into her skull, sliding down the wall unconscious with a low aroused rattle. Ellana licked her lips. "Alyona Mikhailyova, 25 , waitress. Her girlfriend Lyuda is currently in prison for "protesting against the state" after the two attended a Pussy Riot gig. Lyuda was captured by the Security Services, but Alyona escaped. She feels guilty and fears greatly for her love. Interesting, what's a Pussy Riot?" Ellana looked down at the unconscious Alyona stripping out of Nadia's clothes, wearing the redhead's face. "Nevertheless, you have my sympathies Alyona. I hope you are reunited soon."


It took Ellana only a few minutes to strip the unconscious Alyona of her clothing, jewellery including a navel piercing and her matching solid red low cut bra and matching G-string thong. She admired the slim attractive naked figure of Alyona as she pulled on the girls leather jacket, her small but firm B-cup breasts with dark pink perky areolas, small clitoris crowned with a trimmed strip of red pubic hair and pert buttocks. After pulling on Alyona's boots, strapping on her choker Ellana handcuffed the girl's wrists then used Nadia's bra to bind her ankles and panties to gag her. With the naked redhead secured, Ellana scooped Alyona inner arms tipping her into a nearby dumpster before tossing Nadia's clothes in with her. Straddling the girl's bike, Ellana pulled on the crash helmet then revved up the bike. Using her own memories, Ellana drove back towards the airport.



Pulkovo International Airport 23:00pm



As she entered the departure terminal, Ellana looked up at the departures board. There British Airways flight BA2239 to London Heathrow. All I need is a is a passenger or stewardess that's on the flight and wait for them to answer the call of nature... Looking around Ellana spotted a group of young humans with a middle-aged female, a mixture of males and females. They all spoke with an array of accents, including British. Ellana got closer listening in. "How I'am glad where going back home to London. As much as I loved our trip to the hermitage, it's bloody freezing here." Said one boy to his male friend. The middle aged human, a teacher walked among them. "Alright the plane leaves in half an hour. If anyone needs the toilets, say so now or forever hold your peace." Ellana smiled as a young human female, a pretty pony tailed ginger with a freckled heartshaped face and pake green eyes held up her hand. "I'am sorry Mrs Burrows, but I really need to pee." She said with a curious sing song accent that Ellana had only heard once, back in the museum in Rome. Mrs Burrows sighed. "Too much Coke was it Clara?" The other students laughed before the teacher continued. "Alright but make it quick. Anyone else?" To Ellana's relief the others shook their heads, as Clara shot off to the women's bathroom. With Ellana following close behind.


Clara O'Shaughnessy sighed with relief as she emptied her bladder, her stonewashed black jeans and lace pink thong down around her ankles covered by black converse trainers. She also wore a dark blue sweater to ward against the Russian winter. Clara had enjoyed her university trip to the Hermitage Museum but much like the rest of her History class, couldn't wait to be back home in London. Well more home from home, I still miss my beloved Dublin Clara thought as she emptied the last of her urine into the toilet bowl. After wiping herself down and zipping up her jeans she opened the cubicle door. "For fucks sake! Don't do that! You scared me to death" she jumped as a pretty auburn haired russian biker girl stood smiling at her. "Er, what do you want?" Clara asked nervously as the girl cocked her head. "I would love to know what accent you have? It's beautiful." Clara blushed slightly before answering "It's Irish, but it's just attractive as yours...oh my god?" Clara felt a wave of calm overcome her as she regarded the beautiful russian who had caressed her cheek before advancing into the cubicle. Clara felt the Russian clamp her lips onto hers, seating her on the toilet bowl straddling as she snogged her. Clara briefly returned the kiss moaning with desire as she felt the girl's tongue probe her mouth. So this what being kissed by a lass feels like. Utter bliss... Clara felt her eyes rolled into the back of her head, as she slumped unconscious onto the toilet bowl with a muffled sigh. Ellana grinned as she pulled out, and still straddling the unconscious Clara stripped off Alyona's clothing. "Clara O'Shaughnessy, 18, History Student UCL. She hails from the Republic of Ireland. A fierce patriot she's a member of her University Riverdance club, and frequently dances at all the Irish pubs in London." Ellana said in Clara's beautiful Irish accent.


Ellana removed Clara's shamrock ear studs before putting them in, before unlacing her converse trainers pulling them off along with her pink ankle socks. Holding up Clara's arms, Ellana pulled off her blue sweater over her head revealing small youthful A-cup breasts covered by a pink lace push up bra, freckles decorating her slender shoulders and chest. Along with more surprises, a shamrock navel piercing and a medallion around her neck, called a St Christopher the patron of travellers. According to Clara's memories. After inserting the piercing into her own navel then looping the pendant around her neck, Ellana reached around Clara's back unhooking her bra exposing her barely raised breasts, with pale pink rose petal areolas. Putting on her stolen bra, Ellana unzipped the girls jeans peeling them off her long freckled legs, along with her matching pink lace thong which was protected a full womanhood, topped with a tuft of ginger pubic hair. Once she had pulled up the stolen panties, Ellana quickly pulled on the rest of the unconscious students clothes admiring her slim petite naked form. Taking out the girl's blue scrunchie, Ellana adopted Clara's ponytail before she tore Alyona's tank top into strips binding her limbs and gagging her. Then picking her up under her shoulders, Ellana dragged her to the attendants cupboard stashing her inside along with the remains of Alyona's clothing. After closing the door on the unconscious naked ginger, Ellana looped Clara's handbag over her shoulder sweeping from the bathroom.


Ellana smiled with Clara's face as she joined the student party. The middle aged teacher approached her. "Are you all done, Clara?" Ellana nodded as the other students laughed. "Yes, Mrs Burrows. I should be fine now. Ready to go home." One of the other boys guffawed. "That's until she goes through her fourth can of Coke, on the plane home. And spends the entire flight in the toilet, pissing." Mrs Burrows shook her head. "That's enough of that Michael." Suddenly, the sound of the intercom drowned out Michael's reply. " Flight BA2239 to London Heathrow now boarding at gate 3. Attention..." the female russian voice repeated. "Alright, ladies and gentlemen. Let's say goodbye to Russia." Ellana smiled as she fell in behind the group as they boarded the plane. I truly enjoyed Russia and the Ballet. But I wonder what England, what Shakespeare as to offer. I'am looking forward to it. As she found her seat, Ellana leaned back into it. Closing her eyes, she could still hear Tchaikovsky's score in her head.

[Stormtrooper1990]

SAINT PETERSBURG TIMES


FSB FOILS TERROR STRIKE AT THE HERMITAGE THEATRE


By Katya Pushkina, Security Correspondent


Yesterday Evening, our brave security forces foiled a suspected terrorist strike at The Hermitage Theatre during the Bolshoy Theatre's production of Swan Lake, and we are pleased to announce no one was injured. They believe that the suspect, a lone female terrorist had knocked out theatre usherette Sasha Vingrodova, 23, in the employee toilets, stealing her uniform to disguise herself as she planted the device. Two female agents from the FSBs counter terrorism unit where on hand to disarm the bomb and assist in the evacuation of civilians.


The FSB believe that the lone female suspect is most likely linked to the growing ultranationalist movement in Russia, who seek to undermine the rule of our beloved President Putin, a fan of the ballet himself. He has expressed outrage at the incident and as called for the swift apprehension of the female terrorist. His thoughts and that of this paper are with Ms Vingrodova and hed family at this difficult time.


The President as also praised the swift response of the FSB in dealing with this despicable plot against one of our nations finest institutions. Reminding the rest of the world of the efficiency of the Russian Federation's security services.