Ellana's Cultural Studies on Humanity Chapter 22 On the Human Olympics Part 1
Posted: Tue Apr 16, 2024 9:05 pm
Ever since I first played football in Munich I have been drawn to human sports and finding out more about them. So far my experiences of human sport as been restricted to football and tennis so when I heard of these "Olympics" the sportswoman in me had to investigate. In the form of Italian athlete Catarina Moretti I travelled back to Paris, a city I have many fond memories of, with the Italian team. It was on the morning of the opening ceremony I would have my first real taste of the Olympic games and nothing could have prepared me for what I would later experience. Nor would I have anticipated the fun that I would have, the things I would learn. But of course my old nemeses would be behind me every step of the way, still utilising their new tactics in a most amateurish way. The funny thing is I wouldn't have had it any other way...
Dr Ellana Xenoanthropological Society
Paris Grande Hotel 08:30am Tuesday 30th July 2024
After waking at 08:00am like the other athletes Ellana had a quick shower then found herself sitting with her new teammates at breakfast in the hotel restaurant. Having befriended the high jumper Giulia Verducci she asked her some quick questions about the games. "So how long has the Olympics been held?" Asked Ellana as she took a bits from her croissant, Giulia took a sip of her orange juice before replying. "Well Catarina, the Olympic games is about has old as Ancient Greece, but that was when only men could compete. But if you are talking about the Modern Olympic games then since 1894. It's at least 130 years old created by Pierre Le Coubitan right here in Paris." Ellana nodded as she took a sip from her juice finding it much too tart. "So it has multiple different sports. Not just the one?" She popped a slice of ham in her mouth has Giulia broke her croissant in half. " Yep over 400 events this year. But how break dancing got into the mix I will never know. You ask me it isn't a sport, it's a pastime." She scoffed as she took a chunk from her croissant chewing it before swallowing. "Surely you must been told all this at the training camp, Catarina?" Ellana swallowed her ham before taking up an apple. "Yes but I have been so focused on training that it must have slipped my mind." Giulia smirked as she looked over her shoulder. "I guess training wasn't the only thing you were focused on." She gestured over Ellana's shoulder with her head turning Ellana spotted a young attractive blonde female wearing a "team Italia" tracksuit. I recognise her from Catarina's memories, it's her lover Giovanna the physiotherapist. What might she need? Well I need to maintain my cover.. Ellana watched as the woman beckoned her with a finger. Saying a quick farewell to Giulia, Ellana approached Giovanna who took her hand in hers. "Not here, Cat...Somewhere more private." She said she lead Ellana around the corner, planting her small kiss on her cheek as she turned.
"Honey, I need to say something now we are actually at the games." She gently caressed Ellana's forearm before continuing. "I can't keep covering for you any longer. I love you but the coach is getting suspicious and you know how much of a chatterbox Giulia is, if she knows about us then the whole team will pretty soon." Smiling Ellana gently caressed Giovanna's face eliciting a soft purr of arousal from the woman, her pheromones soothing her heart. "Don't worry, my love. When I win it won't matter and I will remember that it was you who got me here." For added effect Ellana kissed her on the cheek the pretty physiotherapist seemed to relax. "That is why I fell in love with you, Cat. Your beauty and strength. Well I better let you get back to your breakfast, the opening ceremony will begin in half an hour and you will need your strength. Perhaps later after the ceremony I will come up to your dorm and give you a little something...special for tomorrow." She returned Ellana a kiss before walking away. When two humans show affection, it's fascinating to behold. At some point I will investigate love and relationships on earth. Right now though.... Still feeling the warmth of the kiss on her cheek, Ellana rejoined her new friend polishing off her breakfast.
The Seine River Procession
Ellana was surprised to learn that a part of the opening ceremony was all the athletes from around the world being placed on small boats, where they would sail down the river Seine to the Olympic stadium. How fitting i suppose. It seems I can't stay away from the water. While you couldn't fit the MS Island Princess in the river, the sheer number of boats on the water is no less impressive. In fact, has she leant on the railing next to Giulia waving to to the huge crowds on either sides of the bank, Ellana was reminded of the grand parades held back home as part of Unification Day the most important holiday in the Zenobian calendar. There are so many humans here! More than any other place I have visited on Earth to date. Granted the turn out for Unification Day is significantly higher but still I'am in awe! Next to her Giulia seeing the awed look on her face turned to her. "If you think the crowds jubilant now then it won't be nothing compared to when the great brazier is lit in the Olympic Stadium." Pausing in her waving Ellana turned to her. "What do you mean by that, Giulia?" The woman flashed her a bemused look. "You're still feeling those last minute nerves right? Its alright. The last torchbearer which happens to Isabelle Du Plessis the young up and coming 100m star, traditionally lights the brazier to announce the start of the Olympiad. Being that and the poster girl for the games, that must be a lot of pressure." Giulia said before she returned to her waving. As continued to greet the crowds Ellana had a brainwave. If she is the centre of attention than that's my target, it's an important role and I stand to learn more. Once I arrive at the stadium I will seek Isabelle out and assume her form. The rest of the morning and greater part of the afternoon passed without much incident. The procession having reached the Olympic Stadium at 18:00 in the evening. Ellana blended into the rest of the Italian team as they entered the stadium, keeping her eyes peeled for the torchbearer.
Olympic Stadium Paris 18:10pm
As Ellana walked through the stadium with the Italian she noticed a young human female standing near a door on the right hand side, looking nervous. Ellana appraised her. A pretty little thing with angular features, high cheekbones and piercing blue eyes. Her long raven coloured hair tied into a long high ponytail with a white scrunchie. She was dressed in a white tank top with the five Olympic rings splashed across her small breasts, matching shorts with white sneakers. "That's her. That's Isabelle Du Plessis the final torchbearer. She's quite the looker isn't she?" said Giulia turning to face her as the girl disappeared behind the door. Yes she is a looker indeed. I will enjoy being her. Hanging back from the Italian team, Ellana peeled off from the rest of the group, slipped through the door entering a locker room.
Isabelle Du Plessis was nervous as she bounced on her feet taking deep breaths. The eyes of France, no the world are upon me! Mon dieu I'am so nervous! What if I screw up? Drop the torch or something awful? Non! You can't think like that Isabelle! Just treat it like you are at just another race meet and nothing will go wrong. The sound of the door to the locker room opening caused her to whip around. "Hey you startled me. Wait you're Italian? Are you lost or something?" She asked the pretty Italian athlete with pigtails who had just walked in, the girl just cocked her head grinning as she approached Isabelle an odd look in her eye. "No but I'am here for the torch." Isabelle reared back as saw the athlete raise her right hand high. "No wait-ugh!" Isabelle let out a soft pained squeak as the Italian struck her on the side of her neck knocking her instantly unconscious.
"I think you need to sit this one out, Isabelle." Ellana said as she caught the torchbearers weight as she fell to the side, lowering her to the floor. After stripping off Catarina Moretti's tracksuit she took the unconscious Isabelle in her arms, planting a kiss on her soft lips assuming her form as she loosened the girl's scrunchie. "Isabelle Du Plessis, 20, French 100m runner and Final Torchbearer." Ellana copied the girls ponytail before unlacing her sneakers. "Could have been a ballet dancer like her mum but was pressured into an athletics career by her father, who's an old school athlete. She's not really bothered as long as she gets to represent France." Holding up the girls arm's Ellana pulled Isabelle's tank top up over her head to reveal her B-cup breasts covered by a white sports bra. Unhooking the girl's bra from the rear Ellana admired the girls lush well formed breasts with small circular dark pink areolas, then after letting Isabelle's half naked body flop back onto the floor she clasped on the bra. Kneeling Ellana whipped off the girl's shorts along with her matching thong exposing her small clitoris topped with a small trimmed black strip of pubic hair and tight pert buttocks. Ellana glanced over Isabelle's athletic naked form as she got dressed in the rest of her outfit. As soon as she finished lacing up the trainers, Ellana tore up Catarina's tank top binding Isabelle's limbs and gagging her then she dragged the naked Torchbearer over to her locker, stashing her in a foetal position concealing her with Catarina's tracksuit. As soon as she had closed the locker, the door to the room opened.
Two young attractive women dressed in the uniforms of Olympic officials entered the room. They were both dressed in blue short sleeve blouses with the Olympic rings stitched on the left breasts, navy pencil skirts and black high heels. They were both wearing ID lanyards around their necks. The left hand female had shoulder length brown hair, whose name was 'Gabrielle Giraux' while the right hand girl had her ash blonde hair tied into an elegant knot was a 'Monique Renard.' "Mademoiselle Du Plessis? Are you ready to represent France on the greatest stage on planet earth?" Spoke up Gabrielle as Ellana nodded in determination. "Yes, I was born ready." She fell in step beside the two women as they lead her out into the corridor. "Do France proud, Isabelle." Said Monique softly in her ear, Ellana turned to see a young man holding the torch running towards her. Bracing herself Ellana took the torch from him running out into a cheering stadium who let out an almighty roar as she emerged.
18:30pm
Feeling the excitement curse through her veins, Ellana grinned as she ran up the long staircase towards the olympic brazier feeling the weight of the occasion. Taking the stairs two at a time Ellana was just about to light the fire when she felt herself trip over her laces. "Oh skutting skut!" She swore out load as she watched in slow motion has the great torch fell from her hands tumbling down the stairs with an almighty clanging sound. Ellana's eyes then widened as she saw the torch roll towards a display of Olympic flags flanking a portrait of Pierre du Coubitan, catching the display aflame. Chaos and screams erupted from the assembled crowds in the distance Ellana heard sirens, feeling the heat from the blaze on her face. Oh Ellana! What have you done now!? Stupid laces, well I need an exit and preferably to escape with the athletes. I just need a new face. "Oh my god! Are you okay? Here take my hand." Ellana looked up to see a pretty young female crouching next to her with tanned heart shaped features, slender cheekbones and almond shaped big brown eyes. Her dark brown hair tied into a knot. She was wearing a red loose halter top, white jeans shorts red Nike sneakers with matching olympic baseball cap. A knotted metal necklace graced her slender throat, with looped earrings and a nasel piercing. She will do for now. "Well I will be taking your hand, along with everything else." She smirked as she raised her right hand quickly delivering a swift chop to the side of the confused girls neck. She let out a cute little squeak as she slumped unconscious onto her side. Reacting quickly Ellana took the girl's wrists dragging her to the privacy of a nearby storeroom.
After laying the unconscious girl on the ground Ellana stripped off Isabelle's outfit then knelt besides her. Taking the girl into her arms Ellana planted a hard kiss on her full lips, assuming her form taking off her baseball cap before removing the girl's jewellery and piercings putting them on. "Kalila Bensoussan, 21, sports science student. She is an aspiring distance runner herself and has tried out for the French and Algerian teams, for the 400m discipline." Ellana adopted Kalila's hairstyle before putting on her jewellery then unlaced her sneakers. "No luck so far but she's not giving up. Kalila idolises Isabelle as she is her inspiration." Ellana leaned Kalila against her stripping off her halter top from her petite athletic form, unclasping the solid red backless bra revealed the girls small pretty youthful A-cup breasts with puffy circular dark brown areolas. Letting the half naked girl flop back onto the floor, Ellana unfastened her jeans shorts working them off her slender hips peeling them down her long tanned legs then whipped off her matching red G-string thong from between Kalila's thighs. Exposing her small brown womanhood decorated with a little trimmed triangle of brown public hair and small pert tanned buttocks. Once she had put on the girl's underwear, Ellana got dressed in the rest of Kalila's clothes setting on the baseball cap then lacing up the trainers. Once fully dressed she tore up Isabelle's tank binding and gagging the naked Kalila. " Well Kalila you have definitely learned the meaning of your charming human expression; One good turn deserves another, farewell." Ellana quipped to the unconscious girl as she swept from the cupboard.
As she blended into the confused panicking crowd Ellana had noted with relief that the firefighters where getting a handle on the fire, although it was too late for the portrait of Pierre Le Coubitan and several Olympic flags. Good I'am glad. I would have felt awful had I destroyed this beautiful stadium and caused the humans unnecessary misery. Hmm? Ellana had also spotted several firefighters evacuating spectators and athletes alike, giving her an idea. If I could acquire a firewomans' form I can use the same tactic from the globe theatre in London. Although one of these days I would like to give firefighting a go. "Excuse me, mademoiselle?" Ellana turned to see a young pretty firefighter address her. Ellana appraised her. She was attractive specimen with rounded features, smooth cheekbones and soft blue eyes. Her hair hidden by her yellow helmet. The rest of her outfit consisting of a black flame retardant suit, with yellow fluorescent strips on the ankles and cuffs, matching oxygen cylinder on her back and black laced steel toe cap boots. Well it's not everyday a disguise just walks up to me. "Yes?" The young woman took Ellana by her shoulder. "I need to evacuate you for own safety, could you come with me please?" Ellana shook her head innocently. "Yes by all means. The fire is quite terrifying after all." The firewoman flashed her a kind smile as she lead her from the stands into a deserted tunnel. Ellana grinned as they neared a broom cupboard, she gave the firefighter a little caress releasing her pheromones. "Oh my...?" The woman breathed as Ellana steered her towards the cupboard. "I think we will be quite safe and sound in that cupboard. Wouldn't you agree my dear?" The firewoman nodded a dreamy expression on her face as they walked through the door.
Pinning the woman with the wall with a kiss Ellana pulled off the firefighters helmet, revealing short ash blonde hair tied into a short curled ponytail, as the woman took off her oxygen tank, passionately returning the kiss. Feeling her form shift and change, Ellana heard the woman slump unconscious with an aroused sigh, sliding the wall. "Lauren Desjardins, 24, firefighter. She enjoys a a baguette with ham and french mustard for breakfast, washed down with a snifter of cognac. Sounds delicious." Ellana said as she stripped of Kalila's clothes before unlacing Lauren's boots and stripping her out of her flame retardant suit then loosened her hair adopting her ponytail. With the first layer removed she held up the firefighters arms pulling her navy polo shirt up over her head, revealing C-cup breasts straining underneath a white lace trim camisole. After sliding the undergarment past Lauren's head Ellana admired her lush well formed breasts with circular perky light pink areolas. Pulling on the camisole she unfastened the woman's matching cargo pants peeling them down her long toned legs before whipping off the firefighters solid black bikini hipsters, revealing a full womanhood crowned with a thin trimmed strip of ash blonde pubic hair. Once she had slipped on the underwear Ellana got dressed in the woman's uniform, strapping on the helmet and tank. Now fully equipped she tore up Kalila's halter top binding the naked toned firefighter and gagging her. Now to find myself an athlete. She thought as she left the naked Lauren in the store cupboard retracing her steps back to the stadium.
19:00pm
Amist the confusion and chaos of the blaze which had shocked the British team 19 year old Kerry Sturgeon became separated from her team as hung about a deserted corner of the stadium. I should wait for a firefighter to evacuate me. One should be along in a minute. Well so much for the greatest show on earth. More like a shit show. This was Kerry's first Olympics, fresh out from Loughborough University. She was an attractive girl with freckled diamond shaped features, piercing emerald green eyes and her flame red hair tied into a tidy bun. Kerry was dressed for the ceremony in Team GBs dress uniform which consisted of a navy blazer with red collar and union flag on her left breast, white blouse underneath with a cream coloured pencil skirt and black heels. Silver earrings hung from her eyes. Kerry let out a sigh of relief as a female firefighter approached her. "Thank god! I thought nobody was going to come find me." She said in her thick scottish accent as the woman flashed her a sympathetic smile. "Everything's fine now, mademoiselle. I'am hear to lead you to safety." Kerry nodded as the woman took her by the shoulders. "Of course lead on." Kerry was lead around the back of the stands towards a nearby dumpster. "Um, I'am sorry but are you sure this is the right way out?" The woman merely smiled. "It's right where I need you to be." She said as she clamped a hand over Kerry's mouth muffling her cry of betrayal. "Shh! My dear. This will take only a few seconds..." Kerry started to whimper in fear as the fire fighter grasped her slender neck with her other hand. Her whimpering was abruptly cut short by a pained muffled squeak, as she felt the woman pinch both sides of her neck. Eyes rolling into the back of her head, Kerry slumped unconscious into her attackers arms with a low rattle of breath.
Lowering the unconscious athlete to the pavement, Ellana stripped out of the fire fighters uniform kneeling beside the girl. Taking her in her arms Ellana kissed her fully on her lips, assuming her petite lithe form. Her hair reddening as she removed the woman's earrings inserting them in. "Kerry Sturgeon, 19, Team GB 100m runner. She is not related to the ex first minister of Scotland, Nicola Sturgeon. Something Kerry is tired of telling her teammates. Not that this stops them from calling her "Nikki's daughter". She also hates being called Merida as well, on account she hates Disney." Ellana smiled as adopted the athletes bun before she slipped off Kerry's heels before leaning the unconscious athlete against her, unfastening her blazer slipping it off her shoulder. Unbuttoning the girls blouse revealed a hint of small A-cup breasts enveloped by a black lace wonderbra. Rolling Kerry onto her side Ellana unzipped her cream skirt from the rest pulling off the garment with one swift tug, affording Ellana a glimpse of a little well formed buttocks covered by a matching lace tanga thong. After whipping off the undergarment Ellana admired her small pink clitoris crowned by a merest tuft of ginger hair. Pulling up the stolen panties, Ellana unclipped Kerry's bra pulling it loose from her naked athletic form admiring her slightly pointed small freckled breasts with light pink full puffy areolas as she flipped the girl onto her back removing her navel piercing inserting it in. Ellana quickly got dressed in her stolen outfit fastening on the blazer slipping on the heels. When she fully dressed Ellana tore up the firefighters polo shirt binding and silencing the naked Kerry then scooping the girl in her arms, she tipped her body into the dumpster tossing the firefighters gear in with her. Rubbing her hands together as she closed the lid, Ellana walked back around the stands to the stadium.
Using Kerry's memories Ellana made her way to the front of the stadium but she suddenly felt a gloved hand touch her shoulder. " Excuse me, mademoiselle. Are you with the British team?" Ellana turned to see a young male firefighter. "Yes, my name is Kerry Sturgeon. I was just looking for them." She flashed him a smile which he returned. "There are at the front of the stadium being evacuated to the Olympic Village. If you follow me I can take you them, get you safely away?" Ellana nodded as she allowed the human to lead her to the front of the stadium where athletes from all nations were boarding their buses. The man lead her to a large white bus with a British union flag flashed on the side a large crowd of similarly dressed men and women boarding, two of them a young blonde female and a bald male wearing cream slacks grinned as they saw her. "Well if it isn't Nikki's love child. I thought we were going to have to send the SAS I after you." The blonde girl laughed as her the firemen jogged away. "Hell of a thing right? 130th anniversary and old Pierre goes up in smoke." Smiled the bald male. Ellana blushed slightly rubbing the back of her head. "Well I'am just glad nobody was seriously hurt." The blonde waved her hand dismissively as they boarded the bus. "The fire looked worse then it did. It's a dent in French pride which can only be a good thing. Let's get back to the Village get an early night." Has Ellana sank into her seat, her thoughts turned to tomorrow. Well despite nearly destroying the games, I'am looking forward to competing in many sports as I can. I need to do thorough research and have fun at the same time Feeling a jerk behind her navel as the bus pulled away from the stadium, Ellana took a deep breath full of anticipation.
Practice Running Track Olympic Village Wednesday 31st July 2024 10:30am
As it happened Ellana was in for disappointment since has a direct result of the stadium fire, the french authorities and the International Olympic Committee had decided to postpone the start of competition for a single day, so they could clear up the mess left in her wake. It's curious that they haven't found any of the women yet, they make no mention of it. Unless that's the point. And besides I didn't see the agents in the stadium last night. Well, if they weren't here now they will be here by tomorrow. So Ellana had decided to practice both her human interactions and her running, after all according to Kerry's memories she would run tomorrow morning. As her father always said "Practice makes all the difference between victory and defeat." She had befriended a young brunette relay runner called Claire who was enlightening her with all the latest gossip as they ran a lap of the practice track. Ellana now dressed in Kerry's tracksuit. "The rumour is that Isabelle was so distraught by what she had done, she ran screaming into the changing rooms stripped off all her clothes and climbed into her locker whimpering like a baby." Ellana smiled as she heard the flimsy excuse for a cover up. "You don't say? Maybe it was all the pressure she was under?" Claire stopped as she jogged on the spot. "I would agree. Either way they sent her home with a stern ticking off. It's a good thing really. She was the only real threat to you and with her gone you stand a good chance of winning." They resumed running along the track. "Any word on that missing Italian runner? Catarina Moretti?" Claire smiled wickedly. "Well the latest rumour is she probably skipped off with her lover the team physiotherapist. But she's quite beside herself with worry, claiming she saw Moretti yesterday morning. Personally I think she's lying." Ellana and Claire burst out laughing as they completed their lap. "Fancy another lap, Kerry? 20 quid says I can lap you." Claire smiled as she placed her hands on her hips. Ellana panted with exhilaration catching her breath before replying. "Your on!" She immediately started running as Claire called after her. "Hey stop! That's cheating!"
The Olympic Stadium Thursday 1st August 2024 11:00am
Ellana stood bouncing on her heels as she prepared to run Kerry's race, now dressed in a Team GB cropped vest her number "144" splashed across her chest, with blue briefs the warm french sun beating down on her. She had noted that security seemed to be normal, strange considering her little accident the other night. I don't like this. Something seems off. They must have found the women I have left behind by now. But not Kerry yet, otherwise I would be arrested. I wonder if the MiB are here like I thought. Storing away her suspicions Ellana glanced at her 6 competitors all from different nations and very beautiful, although Isabelle was conspicuous in her absence the lane next to Ellana empty. Has the judges signalled them to get into position Ellana crouched onto the curious metal pads, called starting blocks according to Kerry's memories. Why do they need these? It's just a simple foot race. We don't have these on Zenobia. Leaning into the blocks, Ellana found herself instinctively moving in line with the judges "On your marks. Set..." Then the bang of the starting pistol. Ellana lunged from the blocks as nimble as a bearcat pulling ahead her nearest rivals, a German to her left and South African to her right. Within 10.39 seconds Ellana had beaten all her competition her eyes widening as she releasing she had smashed the Earth World Record. All the other athletes out of breath collapsed on the track as a young official came running up to her. "Amazing! You just smashed the world record! Congratulations!" Ellana beamed with pride hands on her hips, she had barely broken a sweat. "Thank you! So do I win anything?" The young girl looked a little taken aback. "Um, well no. That was only your first qualifying round." Ellana flashed her an indignant scowl. "What!? So I won a race broke your- I mean the world record and I get nothing?! What a waste of bloody time." The girl taken aback by her reaction rubbed the back of her head. Er...well, please excuse me and congratulations once again." As soon as the girl left, Ellana retreated into the stadium. It looks like I need to update my look and try something new. Maybe I can get a medal at least. Coming up to a women's locker room, Ellana slipped inside.
Jamaican long jumper Sheridan Matthews sat on the bench lacing up her yellow sneakers, preparing for the event she had practiced for all through the summer. So much expectation weighs on my shoulders but I know that will carry me through and I can win the gold for Jamaica. I can finally earn my redemption. Sheridan was an attractive ebony skinned woman with angular features, high cheekbones and big brown eyes. Her long raven hair tied back in a ponytail dread. She wore the colours of her island nation proudly on her lean body; a team Jamaica cropped vest, coloured yellow green and black with "Jamaica" printed above her number "492" with green briefs that emphasised her pert peach shaped ass. As Sheridan laced her left sneaker she heard the locker room door open, paying it no mind. But before she could rise, Sheridan felt a hand clamp over her mouth muffling her cries then another grasp her throat. "So what's your event? No matter I will find out soon enough." Said the female Scottish accent as she pinched the sensitive spots on the athletes throat. Sheridan let out a muffled pain yelp as she slumped unconscious in her attackers grip, the final sensation she felt was being lowered to the bench.
After stripping off Kerry's outfit Ellana knelt by the ebony skinned woman and kissed her passionately on her lips, assuming her form as she loosened the ponytail dread. "Sheridan Matthews, 23, Jamaican Long Jumper. That sounds fun I wonder that entails." She adopted Sheridan's ponytail before unlacing the athletes trainers. "She had been banned for using performance enhancing drugs but has been clean for the past year now." She whipped Sheridan's briefs revealing a small brown cleanly shaven clitoris and firm pert buttocks. " After a public campaign, Sheridan has emerged as one of Jamaica's best track and field prospects. She now campaigns tirelessly against doping." Once she had pulled on Sheridan's briefs Ellana flicked up the woman's arms pulling her cropped vest over her head, admiring her lush C-cups breasts with dark black full perky areolas, which wobbled as she flopped down back onto the bench. Pulling on Sheridan's top Ellana tore up Kerry's top binding the toned naked Sheridan's wrists and ankles before gagging her with the briefs, then taking the woman by the ankles dragged her over to her locker, stashing her inside. Closing the door Ellana laced up Sheridan's sneakers then swept from the locker room, using the athletes memories to guide her.
The Olympic Stadium Parking Lot 11:45am
Agent L glanced down at the underwear clad unconscious olympic officials covered in bruises, bound and gagged stuffed into the back of their sedan, with cable ties and duct tape. "Well at least this woman was my size this time." L said as she regarded the ash blonde girl whose name was Monique Renard according to her ID, now clad only in her fetching satin cream one piece with stockings that emphasised her tight young body. "Yeah, good for you boss this one was way taller than me. Her skirt is way too long." Agent M sighed as she buttoned up Gabrielle Giraux's blouse glancing at the woman's body clad only in her black lace wonderbra and matching thong complete with stockings and suspenders. Ignoring her partners usual gripes L smiled turning her. "It's a good thing we rounded everyone up P was doing somersaults tracking them all down. And even better that the French want to cover this up." She slammed the trunk shut on the unconscious scantily clad officials. M nodded. "These girls didn't buy that we were DGSE. Probably because we couldn't speak French! Ow, Boss?!" M winced in pain as L slapped her upside the head. " I swear you and your negative ways M. This will work this time." M sighed rubbing the back of her head. "That's what you said in Naples boss. And what about their IDs?" She glanced at the women's IDs that hung around their necks on blue lanyards. "We don't look like a Gabrielle and a Monique." They both began to walk towards the stadium. "Remember rookie we have tied them up this time so we should have plenty of time to find Ellana before they rumble us. Besides, athletes are completely stupid. They won't even look at the IDs." M shook her head coughing something that sounded like "Naples.." L turned to her as they walked through the stadium. "Something in your throat, rookie?" M just shook her head looking innocent. "Mhm. Well at least tell me you brought the neuralyser?" M patted the pocket of her stolen skirt. "Got it right here boss. What's the story we tell the women?" L shook her head. "We say nothing. They don't need to know we beat them up and stole their clothes. Besides the less Z knows the better. We are already are in hot water over as it is after Naples." M nodded as the two agents walked into the bright French sun.
Olympic Stadium 12:00pm
Ellana was growing bored and frustrated at this stupid event which seemed to her pointless. Jumping into a sandbox? Please, children do that in a Zenobian playground. Hardly a sport. Of her four jumps, three of them were "fouls" simply because she had stepped over a stupid strip of plastic and that was against the rules. As if that gave her any real advantage. On the third time she saw the silly little human raise his silly little red flag she rounded on him. "You! Will you stop raising that stupid flag?! That was a perfectly acceptable jump." The man who only came up to her elbow sighed. "Not this again. Look Ms Matthews for the third time you cannot place your foot over the strip." Ellana placed her hands on her hips, furious. " But why? What's the point of these rules." The man shrugged. "Because they are the rules? Come on, I don't make the rules. I enforce them." Ellana sighed at the mans obtuseness. "Who's rules are these? The Olympic Committee?" The man let out an impatient groan. "No that would be the IAC. But know that, right. Are we done? You are holding up the competition." He gestured to the Cuban athlete who was pacing impatiently. Ellana just shrugged. "Well I leave you to play in your little sandbox then. I'am done here" She said has she walked back into the stadium. I need a new face. Hopefully a woman who does something fun. Coming to another female locker room Ellana slipped through it. Let's hope I get lucky.
Swedish pole vaulter Gerdur Eriksson paused in her preparations as she heard her phone vibrate, picking it up she checking her text messages Good luck with the qualifying rounds, Gerdie. Thinking of you and doing some...extra training later. Love B Gerdur smiled at the text from her trainer. But she paused as she thought of a reply. I know he's a married man with a couple of kids and twice my age but I love him... She was an attractive girl with squared features, sculptured cheekbones and narrow electric blue eyes. Her medium length honey blonde hair braided into pig tails tied with small blue ribbons. The colours of Sweden flew proud on her cropped vest with her number "359" with blue shorts and white velcro sneakers. Before she could type in her reply, Gerdur was grabbed from behind a slender hand clamped over her mouth muffling her cries knocking her phone from her hands. "You really should be paying more attention, dear. You never know who may walk in." Hissed a female Jamaican accent in her ear as the woman grasped Gerdur's throat pinching the vulnerable sides of her throat, ending her whimpers with an aroused pained squeak. Her eyes rolled back as she slumped unconscious in her attackers grasp, arms falling limply to her sides.
Laying the woman onto the bench, Ellana stripped out of Sheridan's outfit before taking the Swedish athlete into her arms planting a kiss on her soft lips assuming her form. "Gerdur Eriksson, 23, Swedish pole vaulter. She's a skilled athlete but she is having an affair with her trainer a married man twice her age. Despite the age gap, they are very much in love." Ellana unwound Gerdur's braids adopting her pigtails before removing her white sneakers, then pulling down her blue shorts down her long athletic legs along with her dark blue Nike bikini cut shorts. Admiring the girls full pink clitoris crowned with a trimmed fan of golden hair and pert peach shaped buttocks Ellana pulled the half naked Gerdur into a sitting position, sliding up her cropped vest over her head unclasping her matching Nike sports bra. Exposing the athletes small but firm B-cup breasts with circular perky pink areolas, as she draped naked over the bench. Once she was fully dressed in Gerdur's outfit, Ellana tore up Sheridan's vest binding the naked Swedish girl's wrists and ankles before gagging her with Sheridan's briefs. With Gerdur secured Ellana dragged her off the bench stashing her inside her locker, along with the remains of Sheridan's top and the athletes phone. Closing the locker door Ellana grinned as she left the room. I look forward to finding out all about pole vaulting, it sounds way more fun than long jumping.
12:30pm
As it turned out pole vaulting, which involved pivoting your whole body over a small stick using a giant 10 foot pole while running at speed was one of the most exhilarating experiences she had so far done on planet earth. Right up there with playing football, winning a tennis singles match and going on the rides at the Santa Monica pier. Feeling the sun on my face and the wind in my hair as I bend around that stick, glorious! Gerdur has my respect for doing this. It's what I would call a sport. In the space of half an hour Ellana had cleared the two of her three alloted, meaning she or rather Gerdur had qualified as one of the favourites. The third was for the world record and Ellana was ready. Well I already have one in the bag might has well do two of these athletes favours. As she went to retrieve a new pole her heart sink. Nearby were two very family faces, her two nemeses MiB agents L and M this time disguised as olympic officials who were in heated conversation with a female pole vaulter from Poland a brunette with a messy brown pixie cut Marisa, who Ellana had shared a few words with. She was gesturing to their IDs shaking her head. Yes still the same old amateurs coming to spoil my fun, how typical. Somewhere a couple of human females are bleeding unconscious in an alley. What do I do? Cut my losses and flee? Or to skut with them and actually do this jump. Hold on I might use this situation to my advantage... Marisa left the two in a huff as she walked towards Ellana, the two agents watching her intently.
"Hi Gerdur. Do you see those two "olympic officials" behind me? The Blondie wannabe and her mom?" Ellana looked over the Polish athletes shoulder as she stepped in front of her, picking out a suitable pole. "Ah yes. I noticed you talking to them, they look quite untrustworthy don't they." Marisa nodded as she glanced at that them over her shoulder. "That's just it. Their clothes don't fit them at all and their faces don't match their IDs. What's more they spoke with American accents. Not even French. Don't know a single word." Marisa whispered conspiratorially as Ellana let out a shocked expression. "So you think they are terrorists or spys? Perhaps they stole those clothes and plan to sabotage the games?" Marisa nodded fervently. "That's exactly what I'am saying, Gerdur. Do you think I should warn security?" Ellana grinned as she answered And pass up on the opportunity to see them hauled off. I think not. "Oh yes, definitely. Better safe than sorry, we can't have saboteurs at the games." Marisa winked then smiled. "Well said I will go fetch them now. They will not spoil our olympics." She said we determination as she walked towards a couple of security guards observing the crowd. Ellana smiled as she directed the officers towards the two clueless agents. I'am going to enjoy this so much!
Agent L glared at the polish athlete as went to talk with three burly security guards who were watching the crowds. "You know M? Ellana is that polish athlete I will bet my sergeants stripes at it." M looked a little nervously as the woman pointed them out to the security, who nodded as they started to walk towards them. "Um, boss? I think we've been made! I told you they would look at the IDs!" L remained impassive as the guards marched towards them. " Don't panic, Rookie let's use our disguises. Hello officers. What can we do for you?" The lead guard a stocky bald french man shook his head. "Typical Americans, they think we French are stupid. You are not Gabrielle or Monique! Who are you!?" L folded her arms. "Yes we are. We are olympic officials, Gabrielle show the man our identification." As M reached for her neuralyser. The lead guard pulled his sidearm, along with his two friends. "Not so fast! You see I know Gabrielle and Monique. They didn't show up for work and now I know why. Your bloody terrorists! You attacked and stripped them! Take them away!" L and M were immediately restrained by the two other security guards. " No wait! We are not terrorists. We are Interpol!" The security guard sneered as his men lead them from the stadium. "Save it for the gendarmes! I'am sure they would love to it!" Next to her M turned sighing. "Looks we better call P." L shot her a look that would killed the agent on the spot was they were lead from the stadium.
Laughing as she watched the two agents being lead off by security, Ellana cleared her mind as she focused on her next jump. Taking a deep breath Ellana ran pell mell pole at the ready as she neared the hole at the bottom of the frame. Slotting in the pole Ellana used all of her strength to use the momentum to pivot herself over the stick. She let out a sigh of disappointment as she felt her body collide with the stick sending it falling to the mat along with her self. It doesn't matter. I had fun and learnt a lot today, that's what matters. She thought as she rose from the mat, clapping the crowd. As she looked around Ellana could tell events for the female athletes were being rounded up. The tannoy all but confirmed it. "Attention. The male athletics program is about to begin. Will all female athletes report to the changing rooms. That is all." Said the male voice as Ellana looked for a way out of the stadium. Hmm? I need a way to get back to the village. Plus I don't want to ride my luck. She noticed a young far eastern girl dressed in an olympic uniform walking into the stadium tunnel. Ellana quickly appraised her. She was a pretty petite girl with tanned rounded features, high cheekbones and brown slanted eyes, framed by a curtain of jet black shoulder length hair. She was dressed in a blue short sleeve polo shirt with the Olympic rings embroidered on her left breast, dark blue shorts with black laced sneakers. She's quite pretty and will do in a pinch. Until I can find someone heading to the Village. Grinning Ellana stalked the girl as she made her way to a storeroom halfway down the deserted tunnel.
Nguyen sighed as she walked towards the storeroom to fetch more water. It's a good thing these athletes drink a lot of water or I would be out of a job. Too bad most of them don't speak English. My command of the language won't get better at this rate. I would sooner go to class but I need to the money to pay tuition. As soon as she stopped by the door Nyugen panicked as she felt a hand clamp around her mouth muffling her cries. "Sorry my dear, but I need a quick change." A strangely accented woman's voice whispered in her as she felt another hand grip her throat. She let out a short muffled squeak as she was pinched either side of her slender neck, falling unconscious in her attackers arms as she was dragged inside the storeroom.
Laying the unconscious girl on the floor Ellana stripped out of Gerdur's outfit before she took the girl into her arms, assuming her form with a kiss. "Nguyen Cara, 18, water carrier and English Language student. She still as family in Vietnam and misses them terribly. Nguyen hopes to return home and start studying nursing, once her English as improved." After removing the girl's sneakers Ellana unfastened Nguyen's short pulling them from her slender hips down her long tanned legs along with her solid white tanga thong, exposing a small brown clitoris crowned with a thick trimmed strip of black pubic hair. Pulling up the shorts and panties Ellana flicked up the girl's arms sliding her polo shirt over her slim half naked body then rolled her onto her side, unclasping her matching solid white bra. Flipping the girl onto her back Ellana slipped off the bra admiring Nguyen's small but youthful A-cup breasts, with dark brown slightly pointed areolas. Getting dressed quickly in the girls clothes, Ellana tore up Gerdur's top binding her ankles then using the bra her wrists followed by the panties for a gag. With her work done Ellana swept from the storeroom retracing her steps to the parking lot.
Olympic Stadium Parking Lot 13:15pm
As she made her way out to the car parking lot, Ellana had the distant pleasure of seeing her two nemeses being manhandled into the back of a Gendarmerie car by two officers, still protesting that they were Interpol as they were driven off. Then from behind her she heard the sound of clacking heels and a loud American accent turning she noticed a young woman heading towards her rental car in a deserted part of the lot. Ellana looked her over as she overhead her phone conservation. She was an attractive specimen with diamond shaped features, sloping cheekbones and pale green almond shaped eyes. Her strawberry blonde hair tied into a bun. "Yeah, I'am on my way to the Olympic Village to interview Bryce Anderson now. Don't worry Steve I will make that Aussie swimmer swim like a canary. She won't resist spilling all, trust me." She said into her phone as she neared her silver Toyota. The woman was wearing a white knee length dress with black strappy heels. Adorned with silver dangling earrings and a matching necklace that graced her neck. A black handbag looped over her shoulder with a press pass looped around her neck. A reporter? And it sounds like she's on her way to interview another female athlete. Two disguises for the price of one. Excellent! As the reporter reached her car Ellana strode towards her with a purpose.
"Yeah, boss. You can count on me." Kaitlyn Powers said to her editor as she hung up her phone reaching the drivers side door of her rental. Sleeping with turned out to be the right play. He may have been a crap lay but at least I got the scoop. As she put her phone back into her handbag she fumbled for the car keys in her bag, dropping them to the ground. Tutting with annoyance she looked down to pick them up but before she could, Kaitlyn felt a hand clamp around her mouth muffling her cry of shock. Before she could react the reporter let out a terrified yelp of muffled pain as she struck in the side of the neck, that instantly rendered her unconscious slumping her in attackers arms.
Picking up the woman's keys Ellana opened the trunk dragging the unconscious woman to her boot, kissing her from behind as she did so changing into her taller voluptuous form. "Kaitlyn Powers, 27, Reporter for ESPN. Interesting she is due to interview Bryce Anderson, a young female Australian swimmer. And she slept with her editor to get both the olympic job and the exclusive interview with the Australian swimmer. Despite the fact she's married." Laying the unconscious woman in her trunk Ellana stripped off Nguyen's too small clothes then removed Kaitlyn's jewellery, putting them on. Looping the press pass over Kaitlyn's head before she loosened the reporters bun copying the style and taking off her heels. Unzipping the dress from the rear Ellana peeled it from Kaitlyn's well endowed body revealing her strappy red lace wonderbra with matching G-string thong. Her legs covered by a pair of black tights. Unhooking the bra first, Ellana pulled it loose from the reporters body revealing large lush D-cup breasts with full puffy pink areolas. After clasping on the bra Ellana carefully worked the tights from around Kaitlyn's waist off one leg at at a time, then whipped off her panties exposing her full pink clean shaven clitoris and pert bubble buttocks. Once she she had finished dressing in the reporters clothes, looping the pass over her head Ellana found some duct tape in the car binding the naked reporters limbs and gagging her before tossing Nguyen's clothes onto her body. Snapping the trunk shut locking it Ellana got behind the drivers seat placing the handbag on the passenger seat then started the engine.
Road to the Olympic Village 13:30pm
As she made her way towards the Olympic Village leaving the stadium behind her Ellana pushed the window down letting the warm breeze caress her stolen face, Ellana smiled. Hopefully being guests of the local authorities should keep those pesky agents off my back. At least for while. Now I look forward to a spot of swimming, it's been too long since I felt the touch of water on my skin. Laughing in anticipation Ellana leaned back into the driver's seat. She was looking to seeing what else these Olympics had to offer.
Dr Ellana Xenoanthropological Society
Paris Grande Hotel 08:30am Tuesday 30th July 2024
After waking at 08:00am like the other athletes Ellana had a quick shower then found herself sitting with her new teammates at breakfast in the hotel restaurant. Having befriended the high jumper Giulia Verducci she asked her some quick questions about the games. "So how long has the Olympics been held?" Asked Ellana as she took a bits from her croissant, Giulia took a sip of her orange juice before replying. "Well Catarina, the Olympic games is about has old as Ancient Greece, but that was when only men could compete. But if you are talking about the Modern Olympic games then since 1894. It's at least 130 years old created by Pierre Le Coubitan right here in Paris." Ellana nodded as she took a sip from her juice finding it much too tart. "So it has multiple different sports. Not just the one?" She popped a slice of ham in her mouth has Giulia broke her croissant in half. " Yep over 400 events this year. But how break dancing got into the mix I will never know. You ask me it isn't a sport, it's a pastime." She scoffed as she took a chunk from her croissant chewing it before swallowing. "Surely you must been told all this at the training camp, Catarina?" Ellana swallowed her ham before taking up an apple. "Yes but I have been so focused on training that it must have slipped my mind." Giulia smirked as she looked over her shoulder. "I guess training wasn't the only thing you were focused on." She gestured over Ellana's shoulder with her head turning Ellana spotted a young attractive blonde female wearing a "team Italia" tracksuit. I recognise her from Catarina's memories, it's her lover Giovanna the physiotherapist. What might she need? Well I need to maintain my cover.. Ellana watched as the woman beckoned her with a finger. Saying a quick farewell to Giulia, Ellana approached Giovanna who took her hand in hers. "Not here, Cat...Somewhere more private." She said she lead Ellana around the corner, planting her small kiss on her cheek as she turned.
"Honey, I need to say something now we are actually at the games." She gently caressed Ellana's forearm before continuing. "I can't keep covering for you any longer. I love you but the coach is getting suspicious and you know how much of a chatterbox Giulia is, if she knows about us then the whole team will pretty soon." Smiling Ellana gently caressed Giovanna's face eliciting a soft purr of arousal from the woman, her pheromones soothing her heart. "Don't worry, my love. When I win it won't matter and I will remember that it was you who got me here." For added effect Ellana kissed her on the cheek the pretty physiotherapist seemed to relax. "That is why I fell in love with you, Cat. Your beauty and strength. Well I better let you get back to your breakfast, the opening ceremony will begin in half an hour and you will need your strength. Perhaps later after the ceremony I will come up to your dorm and give you a little something...special for tomorrow." She returned Ellana a kiss before walking away. When two humans show affection, it's fascinating to behold. At some point I will investigate love and relationships on earth. Right now though.... Still feeling the warmth of the kiss on her cheek, Ellana rejoined her new friend polishing off her breakfast.
The Seine River Procession
Ellana was surprised to learn that a part of the opening ceremony was all the athletes from around the world being placed on small boats, where they would sail down the river Seine to the Olympic stadium. How fitting i suppose. It seems I can't stay away from the water. While you couldn't fit the MS Island Princess in the river, the sheer number of boats on the water is no less impressive. In fact, has she leant on the railing next to Giulia waving to to the huge crowds on either sides of the bank, Ellana was reminded of the grand parades held back home as part of Unification Day the most important holiday in the Zenobian calendar. There are so many humans here! More than any other place I have visited on Earth to date. Granted the turn out for Unification Day is significantly higher but still I'am in awe! Next to her Giulia seeing the awed look on her face turned to her. "If you think the crowds jubilant now then it won't be nothing compared to when the great brazier is lit in the Olympic Stadium." Pausing in her waving Ellana turned to her. "What do you mean by that, Giulia?" The woman flashed her a bemused look. "You're still feeling those last minute nerves right? Its alright. The last torchbearer which happens to Isabelle Du Plessis the young up and coming 100m star, traditionally lights the brazier to announce the start of the Olympiad. Being that and the poster girl for the games, that must be a lot of pressure." Giulia said before she returned to her waving. As continued to greet the crowds Ellana had a brainwave. If she is the centre of attention than that's my target, it's an important role and I stand to learn more. Once I arrive at the stadium I will seek Isabelle out and assume her form. The rest of the morning and greater part of the afternoon passed without much incident. The procession having reached the Olympic Stadium at 18:00 in the evening. Ellana blended into the rest of the Italian team as they entered the stadium, keeping her eyes peeled for the torchbearer.
Olympic Stadium Paris 18:10pm
As Ellana walked through the stadium with the Italian she noticed a young human female standing near a door on the right hand side, looking nervous. Ellana appraised her. A pretty little thing with angular features, high cheekbones and piercing blue eyes. Her long raven coloured hair tied into a long high ponytail with a white scrunchie. She was dressed in a white tank top with the five Olympic rings splashed across her small breasts, matching shorts with white sneakers. "That's her. That's Isabelle Du Plessis the final torchbearer. She's quite the looker isn't she?" said Giulia turning to face her as the girl disappeared behind the door. Yes she is a looker indeed. I will enjoy being her. Hanging back from the Italian team, Ellana peeled off from the rest of the group, slipped through the door entering a locker room.
Isabelle Du Plessis was nervous as she bounced on her feet taking deep breaths. The eyes of France, no the world are upon me! Mon dieu I'am so nervous! What if I screw up? Drop the torch or something awful? Non! You can't think like that Isabelle! Just treat it like you are at just another race meet and nothing will go wrong. The sound of the door to the locker room opening caused her to whip around. "Hey you startled me. Wait you're Italian? Are you lost or something?" She asked the pretty Italian athlete with pigtails who had just walked in, the girl just cocked her head grinning as she approached Isabelle an odd look in her eye. "No but I'am here for the torch." Isabelle reared back as saw the athlete raise her right hand high. "No wait-ugh!" Isabelle let out a soft pained squeak as the Italian struck her on the side of her neck knocking her instantly unconscious.
"I think you need to sit this one out, Isabelle." Ellana said as she caught the torchbearers weight as she fell to the side, lowering her to the floor. After stripping off Catarina Moretti's tracksuit she took the unconscious Isabelle in her arms, planting a kiss on her soft lips assuming her form as she loosened the girl's scrunchie. "Isabelle Du Plessis, 20, French 100m runner and Final Torchbearer." Ellana copied the girls ponytail before unlacing her sneakers. "Could have been a ballet dancer like her mum but was pressured into an athletics career by her father, who's an old school athlete. She's not really bothered as long as she gets to represent France." Holding up the girls arm's Ellana pulled Isabelle's tank top up over her head to reveal her B-cup breasts covered by a white sports bra. Unhooking the girl's bra from the rear Ellana admired the girls lush well formed breasts with small circular dark pink areolas, then after letting Isabelle's half naked body flop back onto the floor she clasped on the bra. Kneeling Ellana whipped off the girl's shorts along with her matching thong exposing her small clitoris topped with a small trimmed black strip of pubic hair and tight pert buttocks. Ellana glanced over Isabelle's athletic naked form as she got dressed in the rest of her outfit. As soon as she finished lacing up the trainers, Ellana tore up Catarina's tank top binding Isabelle's limbs and gagging her then she dragged the naked Torchbearer over to her locker, stashing her in a foetal position concealing her with Catarina's tracksuit. As soon as she had closed the locker, the door to the room opened.
Two young attractive women dressed in the uniforms of Olympic officials entered the room. They were both dressed in blue short sleeve blouses with the Olympic rings stitched on the left breasts, navy pencil skirts and black high heels. They were both wearing ID lanyards around their necks. The left hand female had shoulder length brown hair, whose name was 'Gabrielle Giraux' while the right hand girl had her ash blonde hair tied into an elegant knot was a 'Monique Renard.' "Mademoiselle Du Plessis? Are you ready to represent France on the greatest stage on planet earth?" Spoke up Gabrielle as Ellana nodded in determination. "Yes, I was born ready." She fell in step beside the two women as they lead her out into the corridor. "Do France proud, Isabelle." Said Monique softly in her ear, Ellana turned to see a young man holding the torch running towards her. Bracing herself Ellana took the torch from him running out into a cheering stadium who let out an almighty roar as she emerged.
18:30pm
Feeling the excitement curse through her veins, Ellana grinned as she ran up the long staircase towards the olympic brazier feeling the weight of the occasion. Taking the stairs two at a time Ellana was just about to light the fire when she felt herself trip over her laces. "Oh skutting skut!" She swore out load as she watched in slow motion has the great torch fell from her hands tumbling down the stairs with an almighty clanging sound. Ellana's eyes then widened as she saw the torch roll towards a display of Olympic flags flanking a portrait of Pierre du Coubitan, catching the display aflame. Chaos and screams erupted from the assembled crowds in the distance Ellana heard sirens, feeling the heat from the blaze on her face. Oh Ellana! What have you done now!? Stupid laces, well I need an exit and preferably to escape with the athletes. I just need a new face. "Oh my god! Are you okay? Here take my hand." Ellana looked up to see a pretty young female crouching next to her with tanned heart shaped features, slender cheekbones and almond shaped big brown eyes. Her dark brown hair tied into a knot. She was wearing a red loose halter top, white jeans shorts red Nike sneakers with matching olympic baseball cap. A knotted metal necklace graced her slender throat, with looped earrings and a nasel piercing. She will do for now. "Well I will be taking your hand, along with everything else." She smirked as she raised her right hand quickly delivering a swift chop to the side of the confused girls neck. She let out a cute little squeak as she slumped unconscious onto her side. Reacting quickly Ellana took the girl's wrists dragging her to the privacy of a nearby storeroom.
After laying the unconscious girl on the ground Ellana stripped off Isabelle's outfit then knelt besides her. Taking the girl into her arms Ellana planted a hard kiss on her full lips, assuming her form taking off her baseball cap before removing the girl's jewellery and piercings putting them on. "Kalila Bensoussan, 21, sports science student. She is an aspiring distance runner herself and has tried out for the French and Algerian teams, for the 400m discipline." Ellana adopted Kalila's hairstyle before putting on her jewellery then unlaced her sneakers. "No luck so far but she's not giving up. Kalila idolises Isabelle as she is her inspiration." Ellana leaned Kalila against her stripping off her halter top from her petite athletic form, unclasping the solid red backless bra revealed the girls small pretty youthful A-cup breasts with puffy circular dark brown areolas. Letting the half naked girl flop back onto the floor, Ellana unfastened her jeans shorts working them off her slender hips peeling them down her long tanned legs then whipped off her matching red G-string thong from between Kalila's thighs. Exposing her small brown womanhood decorated with a little trimmed triangle of brown public hair and small pert tanned buttocks. Once she had put on the girl's underwear, Ellana got dressed in the rest of Kalila's clothes setting on the baseball cap then lacing up the trainers. Once fully dressed she tore up Isabelle's tank binding and gagging the naked Kalila. " Well Kalila you have definitely learned the meaning of your charming human expression; One good turn deserves another, farewell." Ellana quipped to the unconscious girl as she swept from the cupboard.
As she blended into the confused panicking crowd Ellana had noted with relief that the firefighters where getting a handle on the fire, although it was too late for the portrait of Pierre Le Coubitan and several Olympic flags. Good I'am glad. I would have felt awful had I destroyed this beautiful stadium and caused the humans unnecessary misery. Hmm? Ellana had also spotted several firefighters evacuating spectators and athletes alike, giving her an idea. If I could acquire a firewomans' form I can use the same tactic from the globe theatre in London. Although one of these days I would like to give firefighting a go. "Excuse me, mademoiselle?" Ellana turned to see a young pretty firefighter address her. Ellana appraised her. She was attractive specimen with rounded features, smooth cheekbones and soft blue eyes. Her hair hidden by her yellow helmet. The rest of her outfit consisting of a black flame retardant suit, with yellow fluorescent strips on the ankles and cuffs, matching oxygen cylinder on her back and black laced steel toe cap boots. Well it's not everyday a disguise just walks up to me. "Yes?" The young woman took Ellana by her shoulder. "I need to evacuate you for own safety, could you come with me please?" Ellana shook her head innocently. "Yes by all means. The fire is quite terrifying after all." The firewoman flashed her a kind smile as she lead her from the stands into a deserted tunnel. Ellana grinned as they neared a broom cupboard, she gave the firefighter a little caress releasing her pheromones. "Oh my...?" The woman breathed as Ellana steered her towards the cupboard. "I think we will be quite safe and sound in that cupboard. Wouldn't you agree my dear?" The firewoman nodded a dreamy expression on her face as they walked through the door.
Pinning the woman with the wall with a kiss Ellana pulled off the firefighters helmet, revealing short ash blonde hair tied into a short curled ponytail, as the woman took off her oxygen tank, passionately returning the kiss. Feeling her form shift and change, Ellana heard the woman slump unconscious with an aroused sigh, sliding the wall. "Lauren Desjardins, 24, firefighter. She enjoys a a baguette with ham and french mustard for breakfast, washed down with a snifter of cognac. Sounds delicious." Ellana said as she stripped of Kalila's clothes before unlacing Lauren's boots and stripping her out of her flame retardant suit then loosened her hair adopting her ponytail. With the first layer removed she held up the firefighters arms pulling her navy polo shirt up over her head, revealing C-cup breasts straining underneath a white lace trim camisole. After sliding the undergarment past Lauren's head Ellana admired her lush well formed breasts with circular perky light pink areolas. Pulling on the camisole she unfastened the woman's matching cargo pants peeling them down her long toned legs before whipping off the firefighters solid black bikini hipsters, revealing a full womanhood crowned with a thin trimmed strip of ash blonde pubic hair. Once she had slipped on the underwear Ellana got dressed in the woman's uniform, strapping on the helmet and tank. Now fully equipped she tore up Kalila's halter top binding the naked toned firefighter and gagging her. Now to find myself an athlete. She thought as she left the naked Lauren in the store cupboard retracing her steps back to the stadium.
19:00pm
Amist the confusion and chaos of the blaze which had shocked the British team 19 year old Kerry Sturgeon became separated from her team as hung about a deserted corner of the stadium. I should wait for a firefighter to evacuate me. One should be along in a minute. Well so much for the greatest show on earth. More like a shit show. This was Kerry's first Olympics, fresh out from Loughborough University. She was an attractive girl with freckled diamond shaped features, piercing emerald green eyes and her flame red hair tied into a tidy bun. Kerry was dressed for the ceremony in Team GBs dress uniform which consisted of a navy blazer with red collar and union flag on her left breast, white blouse underneath with a cream coloured pencil skirt and black heels. Silver earrings hung from her eyes. Kerry let out a sigh of relief as a female firefighter approached her. "Thank god! I thought nobody was going to come find me." She said in her thick scottish accent as the woman flashed her a sympathetic smile. "Everything's fine now, mademoiselle. I'am hear to lead you to safety." Kerry nodded as the woman took her by the shoulders. "Of course lead on." Kerry was lead around the back of the stands towards a nearby dumpster. "Um, I'am sorry but are you sure this is the right way out?" The woman merely smiled. "It's right where I need you to be." She said as she clamped a hand over Kerry's mouth muffling her cry of betrayal. "Shh! My dear. This will take only a few seconds..." Kerry started to whimper in fear as the fire fighter grasped her slender neck with her other hand. Her whimpering was abruptly cut short by a pained muffled squeak, as she felt the woman pinch both sides of her neck. Eyes rolling into the back of her head, Kerry slumped unconscious into her attackers arms with a low rattle of breath.
Lowering the unconscious athlete to the pavement, Ellana stripped out of the fire fighters uniform kneeling beside the girl. Taking her in her arms Ellana kissed her fully on her lips, assuming her petite lithe form. Her hair reddening as she removed the woman's earrings inserting them in. "Kerry Sturgeon, 19, Team GB 100m runner. She is not related to the ex first minister of Scotland, Nicola Sturgeon. Something Kerry is tired of telling her teammates. Not that this stops them from calling her "Nikki's daughter". She also hates being called Merida as well, on account she hates Disney." Ellana smiled as adopted the athletes bun before she slipped off Kerry's heels before leaning the unconscious athlete against her, unfastening her blazer slipping it off her shoulder. Unbuttoning the girls blouse revealed a hint of small A-cup breasts enveloped by a black lace wonderbra. Rolling Kerry onto her side Ellana unzipped her cream skirt from the rest pulling off the garment with one swift tug, affording Ellana a glimpse of a little well formed buttocks covered by a matching lace tanga thong. After whipping off the undergarment Ellana admired her small pink clitoris crowned by a merest tuft of ginger hair. Pulling up the stolen panties, Ellana unclipped Kerry's bra pulling it loose from her naked athletic form admiring her slightly pointed small freckled breasts with light pink full puffy areolas as she flipped the girl onto her back removing her navel piercing inserting it in. Ellana quickly got dressed in her stolen outfit fastening on the blazer slipping on the heels. When she fully dressed Ellana tore up the firefighters polo shirt binding and silencing the naked Kerry then scooping the girl in her arms, she tipped her body into the dumpster tossing the firefighters gear in with her. Rubbing her hands together as she closed the lid, Ellana walked back around the stands to the stadium.
Using Kerry's memories Ellana made her way to the front of the stadium but she suddenly felt a gloved hand touch her shoulder. " Excuse me, mademoiselle. Are you with the British team?" Ellana turned to see a young male firefighter. "Yes, my name is Kerry Sturgeon. I was just looking for them." She flashed him a smile which he returned. "There are at the front of the stadium being evacuated to the Olympic Village. If you follow me I can take you them, get you safely away?" Ellana nodded as she allowed the human to lead her to the front of the stadium where athletes from all nations were boarding their buses. The man lead her to a large white bus with a British union flag flashed on the side a large crowd of similarly dressed men and women boarding, two of them a young blonde female and a bald male wearing cream slacks grinned as they saw her. "Well if it isn't Nikki's love child. I thought we were going to have to send the SAS I after you." The blonde girl laughed as her the firemen jogged away. "Hell of a thing right? 130th anniversary and old Pierre goes up in smoke." Smiled the bald male. Ellana blushed slightly rubbing the back of her head. "Well I'am just glad nobody was seriously hurt." The blonde waved her hand dismissively as they boarded the bus. "The fire looked worse then it did. It's a dent in French pride which can only be a good thing. Let's get back to the Village get an early night." Has Ellana sank into her seat, her thoughts turned to tomorrow. Well despite nearly destroying the games, I'am looking forward to competing in many sports as I can. I need to do thorough research and have fun at the same time Feeling a jerk behind her navel as the bus pulled away from the stadium, Ellana took a deep breath full of anticipation.
Practice Running Track Olympic Village Wednesday 31st July 2024 10:30am
As it happened Ellana was in for disappointment since has a direct result of the stadium fire, the french authorities and the International Olympic Committee had decided to postpone the start of competition for a single day, so they could clear up the mess left in her wake. It's curious that they haven't found any of the women yet, they make no mention of it. Unless that's the point. And besides I didn't see the agents in the stadium last night. Well, if they weren't here now they will be here by tomorrow. So Ellana had decided to practice both her human interactions and her running, after all according to Kerry's memories she would run tomorrow morning. As her father always said "Practice makes all the difference between victory and defeat." She had befriended a young brunette relay runner called Claire who was enlightening her with all the latest gossip as they ran a lap of the practice track. Ellana now dressed in Kerry's tracksuit. "The rumour is that Isabelle was so distraught by what she had done, she ran screaming into the changing rooms stripped off all her clothes and climbed into her locker whimpering like a baby." Ellana smiled as she heard the flimsy excuse for a cover up. "You don't say? Maybe it was all the pressure she was under?" Claire stopped as she jogged on the spot. "I would agree. Either way they sent her home with a stern ticking off. It's a good thing really. She was the only real threat to you and with her gone you stand a good chance of winning." They resumed running along the track. "Any word on that missing Italian runner? Catarina Moretti?" Claire smiled wickedly. "Well the latest rumour is she probably skipped off with her lover the team physiotherapist. But she's quite beside herself with worry, claiming she saw Moretti yesterday morning. Personally I think she's lying." Ellana and Claire burst out laughing as they completed their lap. "Fancy another lap, Kerry? 20 quid says I can lap you." Claire smiled as she placed her hands on her hips. Ellana panted with exhilaration catching her breath before replying. "Your on!" She immediately started running as Claire called after her. "Hey stop! That's cheating!"
The Olympic Stadium Thursday 1st August 2024 11:00am
Ellana stood bouncing on her heels as she prepared to run Kerry's race, now dressed in a Team GB cropped vest her number "144" splashed across her chest, with blue briefs the warm french sun beating down on her. She had noted that security seemed to be normal, strange considering her little accident the other night. I don't like this. Something seems off. They must have found the women I have left behind by now. But not Kerry yet, otherwise I would be arrested. I wonder if the MiB are here like I thought. Storing away her suspicions Ellana glanced at her 6 competitors all from different nations and very beautiful, although Isabelle was conspicuous in her absence the lane next to Ellana empty. Has the judges signalled them to get into position Ellana crouched onto the curious metal pads, called starting blocks according to Kerry's memories. Why do they need these? It's just a simple foot race. We don't have these on Zenobia. Leaning into the blocks, Ellana found herself instinctively moving in line with the judges "On your marks. Set..." Then the bang of the starting pistol. Ellana lunged from the blocks as nimble as a bearcat pulling ahead her nearest rivals, a German to her left and South African to her right. Within 10.39 seconds Ellana had beaten all her competition her eyes widening as she releasing she had smashed the Earth World Record. All the other athletes out of breath collapsed on the track as a young official came running up to her. "Amazing! You just smashed the world record! Congratulations!" Ellana beamed with pride hands on her hips, she had barely broken a sweat. "Thank you! So do I win anything?" The young girl looked a little taken aback. "Um, well no. That was only your first qualifying round." Ellana flashed her an indignant scowl. "What!? So I won a race broke your- I mean the world record and I get nothing?! What a waste of bloody time." The girl taken aback by her reaction rubbed the back of her head. Er...well, please excuse me and congratulations once again." As soon as the girl left, Ellana retreated into the stadium. It looks like I need to update my look and try something new. Maybe I can get a medal at least. Coming up to a women's locker room, Ellana slipped inside.
Jamaican long jumper Sheridan Matthews sat on the bench lacing up her yellow sneakers, preparing for the event she had practiced for all through the summer. So much expectation weighs on my shoulders but I know that will carry me through and I can win the gold for Jamaica. I can finally earn my redemption. Sheridan was an attractive ebony skinned woman with angular features, high cheekbones and big brown eyes. Her long raven hair tied back in a ponytail dread. She wore the colours of her island nation proudly on her lean body; a team Jamaica cropped vest, coloured yellow green and black with "Jamaica" printed above her number "492" with green briefs that emphasised her pert peach shaped ass. As Sheridan laced her left sneaker she heard the locker room door open, paying it no mind. But before she could rise, Sheridan felt a hand clamp over her mouth muffling her cries then another grasp her throat. "So what's your event? No matter I will find out soon enough." Said the female Scottish accent as she pinched the sensitive spots on the athletes throat. Sheridan let out a muffled pain yelp as she slumped unconscious in her attackers grip, the final sensation she felt was being lowered to the bench.
After stripping off Kerry's outfit Ellana knelt by the ebony skinned woman and kissed her passionately on her lips, assuming her form as she loosened the ponytail dread. "Sheridan Matthews, 23, Jamaican Long Jumper. That sounds fun I wonder that entails." She adopted Sheridan's ponytail before unlacing the athletes trainers. "She had been banned for using performance enhancing drugs but has been clean for the past year now." She whipped Sheridan's briefs revealing a small brown cleanly shaven clitoris and firm pert buttocks. " After a public campaign, Sheridan has emerged as one of Jamaica's best track and field prospects. She now campaigns tirelessly against doping." Once she had pulled on Sheridan's briefs Ellana flicked up the woman's arms pulling her cropped vest over her head, admiring her lush C-cups breasts with dark black full perky areolas, which wobbled as she flopped down back onto the bench. Pulling on Sheridan's top Ellana tore up Kerry's top binding the toned naked Sheridan's wrists and ankles before gagging her with the briefs, then taking the woman by the ankles dragged her over to her locker, stashing her inside. Closing the door Ellana laced up Sheridan's sneakers then swept from the locker room, using the athletes memories to guide her.
The Olympic Stadium Parking Lot 11:45am
Agent L glanced down at the underwear clad unconscious olympic officials covered in bruises, bound and gagged stuffed into the back of their sedan, with cable ties and duct tape. "Well at least this woman was my size this time." L said as she regarded the ash blonde girl whose name was Monique Renard according to her ID, now clad only in her fetching satin cream one piece with stockings that emphasised her tight young body. "Yeah, good for you boss this one was way taller than me. Her skirt is way too long." Agent M sighed as she buttoned up Gabrielle Giraux's blouse glancing at the woman's body clad only in her black lace wonderbra and matching thong complete with stockings and suspenders. Ignoring her partners usual gripes L smiled turning her. "It's a good thing we rounded everyone up P was doing somersaults tracking them all down. And even better that the French want to cover this up." She slammed the trunk shut on the unconscious scantily clad officials. M nodded. "These girls didn't buy that we were DGSE. Probably because we couldn't speak French! Ow, Boss?!" M winced in pain as L slapped her upside the head. " I swear you and your negative ways M. This will work this time." M sighed rubbing the back of her head. "That's what you said in Naples boss. And what about their IDs?" She glanced at the women's IDs that hung around their necks on blue lanyards. "We don't look like a Gabrielle and a Monique." They both began to walk towards the stadium. "Remember rookie we have tied them up this time so we should have plenty of time to find Ellana before they rumble us. Besides, athletes are completely stupid. They won't even look at the IDs." M shook her head coughing something that sounded like "Naples.." L turned to her as they walked through the stadium. "Something in your throat, rookie?" M just shook her head looking innocent. "Mhm. Well at least tell me you brought the neuralyser?" M patted the pocket of her stolen skirt. "Got it right here boss. What's the story we tell the women?" L shook her head. "We say nothing. They don't need to know we beat them up and stole their clothes. Besides the less Z knows the better. We are already are in hot water over as it is after Naples." M nodded as the two agents walked into the bright French sun.
Olympic Stadium 12:00pm
Ellana was growing bored and frustrated at this stupid event which seemed to her pointless. Jumping into a sandbox? Please, children do that in a Zenobian playground. Hardly a sport. Of her four jumps, three of them were "fouls" simply because she had stepped over a stupid strip of plastic and that was against the rules. As if that gave her any real advantage. On the third time she saw the silly little human raise his silly little red flag she rounded on him. "You! Will you stop raising that stupid flag?! That was a perfectly acceptable jump." The man who only came up to her elbow sighed. "Not this again. Look Ms Matthews for the third time you cannot place your foot over the strip." Ellana placed her hands on her hips, furious. " But why? What's the point of these rules." The man shrugged. "Because they are the rules? Come on, I don't make the rules. I enforce them." Ellana sighed at the mans obtuseness. "Who's rules are these? The Olympic Committee?" The man let out an impatient groan. "No that would be the IAC. But know that, right. Are we done? You are holding up the competition." He gestured to the Cuban athlete who was pacing impatiently. Ellana just shrugged. "Well I leave you to play in your little sandbox then. I'am done here" She said has she walked back into the stadium. I need a new face. Hopefully a woman who does something fun. Coming to another female locker room Ellana slipped through it. Let's hope I get lucky.
Swedish pole vaulter Gerdur Eriksson paused in her preparations as she heard her phone vibrate, picking it up she checking her text messages Good luck with the qualifying rounds, Gerdie. Thinking of you and doing some...extra training later. Love B Gerdur smiled at the text from her trainer. But she paused as she thought of a reply. I know he's a married man with a couple of kids and twice my age but I love him... She was an attractive girl with squared features, sculptured cheekbones and narrow electric blue eyes. Her medium length honey blonde hair braided into pig tails tied with small blue ribbons. The colours of Sweden flew proud on her cropped vest with her number "359" with blue shorts and white velcro sneakers. Before she could type in her reply, Gerdur was grabbed from behind a slender hand clamped over her mouth muffling her cries knocking her phone from her hands. "You really should be paying more attention, dear. You never know who may walk in." Hissed a female Jamaican accent in her ear as the woman grasped Gerdur's throat pinching the vulnerable sides of her throat, ending her whimpers with an aroused pained squeak. Her eyes rolled back as she slumped unconscious in her attackers grasp, arms falling limply to her sides.
Laying the woman onto the bench, Ellana stripped out of Sheridan's outfit before taking the Swedish athlete into her arms planting a kiss on her soft lips assuming her form. "Gerdur Eriksson, 23, Swedish pole vaulter. She's a skilled athlete but she is having an affair with her trainer a married man twice her age. Despite the age gap, they are very much in love." Ellana unwound Gerdur's braids adopting her pigtails before removing her white sneakers, then pulling down her blue shorts down her long athletic legs along with her dark blue Nike bikini cut shorts. Admiring the girls full pink clitoris crowned with a trimmed fan of golden hair and pert peach shaped buttocks Ellana pulled the half naked Gerdur into a sitting position, sliding up her cropped vest over her head unclasping her matching Nike sports bra. Exposing the athletes small but firm B-cup breasts with circular perky pink areolas, as she draped naked over the bench. Once she was fully dressed in Gerdur's outfit, Ellana tore up Sheridan's vest binding the naked Swedish girl's wrists and ankles before gagging her with Sheridan's briefs. With Gerdur secured Ellana dragged her off the bench stashing her inside her locker, along with the remains of Sheridan's top and the athletes phone. Closing the locker door Ellana grinned as she left the room. I look forward to finding out all about pole vaulting, it sounds way more fun than long jumping.
12:30pm
As it turned out pole vaulting, which involved pivoting your whole body over a small stick using a giant 10 foot pole while running at speed was one of the most exhilarating experiences she had so far done on planet earth. Right up there with playing football, winning a tennis singles match and going on the rides at the Santa Monica pier. Feeling the sun on my face and the wind in my hair as I bend around that stick, glorious! Gerdur has my respect for doing this. It's what I would call a sport. In the space of half an hour Ellana had cleared the two of her three alloted, meaning she or rather Gerdur had qualified as one of the favourites. The third was for the world record and Ellana was ready. Well I already have one in the bag might has well do two of these athletes favours. As she went to retrieve a new pole her heart sink. Nearby were two very family faces, her two nemeses MiB agents L and M this time disguised as olympic officials who were in heated conversation with a female pole vaulter from Poland a brunette with a messy brown pixie cut Marisa, who Ellana had shared a few words with. She was gesturing to their IDs shaking her head. Yes still the same old amateurs coming to spoil my fun, how typical. Somewhere a couple of human females are bleeding unconscious in an alley. What do I do? Cut my losses and flee? Or to skut with them and actually do this jump. Hold on I might use this situation to my advantage... Marisa left the two in a huff as she walked towards Ellana, the two agents watching her intently.
"Hi Gerdur. Do you see those two "olympic officials" behind me? The Blondie wannabe and her mom?" Ellana looked over the Polish athletes shoulder as she stepped in front of her, picking out a suitable pole. "Ah yes. I noticed you talking to them, they look quite untrustworthy don't they." Marisa nodded as she glanced at that them over her shoulder. "That's just it. Their clothes don't fit them at all and their faces don't match their IDs. What's more they spoke with American accents. Not even French. Don't know a single word." Marisa whispered conspiratorially as Ellana let out a shocked expression. "So you think they are terrorists or spys? Perhaps they stole those clothes and plan to sabotage the games?" Marisa nodded fervently. "That's exactly what I'am saying, Gerdur. Do you think I should warn security?" Ellana grinned as she answered And pass up on the opportunity to see them hauled off. I think not. "Oh yes, definitely. Better safe than sorry, we can't have saboteurs at the games." Marisa winked then smiled. "Well said I will go fetch them now. They will not spoil our olympics." She said we determination as she walked towards a couple of security guards observing the crowd. Ellana smiled as she directed the officers towards the two clueless agents. I'am going to enjoy this so much!
Agent L glared at the polish athlete as went to talk with three burly security guards who were watching the crowds. "You know M? Ellana is that polish athlete I will bet my sergeants stripes at it." M looked a little nervously as the woman pointed them out to the security, who nodded as they started to walk towards them. "Um, boss? I think we've been made! I told you they would look at the IDs!" L remained impassive as the guards marched towards them. " Don't panic, Rookie let's use our disguises. Hello officers. What can we do for you?" The lead guard a stocky bald french man shook his head. "Typical Americans, they think we French are stupid. You are not Gabrielle or Monique! Who are you!?" L folded her arms. "Yes we are. We are olympic officials, Gabrielle show the man our identification." As M reached for her neuralyser. The lead guard pulled his sidearm, along with his two friends. "Not so fast! You see I know Gabrielle and Monique. They didn't show up for work and now I know why. Your bloody terrorists! You attacked and stripped them! Take them away!" L and M were immediately restrained by the two other security guards. " No wait! We are not terrorists. We are Interpol!" The security guard sneered as his men lead them from the stadium. "Save it for the gendarmes! I'am sure they would love to it!" Next to her M turned sighing. "Looks we better call P." L shot her a look that would killed the agent on the spot was they were lead from the stadium.
Laughing as she watched the two agents being lead off by security, Ellana cleared her mind as she focused on her next jump. Taking a deep breath Ellana ran pell mell pole at the ready as she neared the hole at the bottom of the frame. Slotting in the pole Ellana used all of her strength to use the momentum to pivot herself over the stick. She let out a sigh of disappointment as she felt her body collide with the stick sending it falling to the mat along with her self. It doesn't matter. I had fun and learnt a lot today, that's what matters. She thought as she rose from the mat, clapping the crowd. As she looked around Ellana could tell events for the female athletes were being rounded up. The tannoy all but confirmed it. "Attention. The male athletics program is about to begin. Will all female athletes report to the changing rooms. That is all." Said the male voice as Ellana looked for a way out of the stadium. Hmm? I need a way to get back to the village. Plus I don't want to ride my luck. She noticed a young far eastern girl dressed in an olympic uniform walking into the stadium tunnel. Ellana quickly appraised her. She was a pretty petite girl with tanned rounded features, high cheekbones and brown slanted eyes, framed by a curtain of jet black shoulder length hair. She was dressed in a blue short sleeve polo shirt with the Olympic rings embroidered on her left breast, dark blue shorts with black laced sneakers. She's quite pretty and will do in a pinch. Until I can find someone heading to the Village. Grinning Ellana stalked the girl as she made her way to a storeroom halfway down the deserted tunnel.
Nguyen sighed as she walked towards the storeroom to fetch more water. It's a good thing these athletes drink a lot of water or I would be out of a job. Too bad most of them don't speak English. My command of the language won't get better at this rate. I would sooner go to class but I need to the money to pay tuition. As soon as she stopped by the door Nyugen panicked as she felt a hand clamp around her mouth muffling her cries. "Sorry my dear, but I need a quick change." A strangely accented woman's voice whispered in her as she felt another hand grip her throat. She let out a short muffled squeak as she was pinched either side of her slender neck, falling unconscious in her attackers arms as she was dragged inside the storeroom.
Laying the unconscious girl on the floor Ellana stripped out of Gerdur's outfit before she took the girl into her arms, assuming her form with a kiss. "Nguyen Cara, 18, water carrier and English Language student. She still as family in Vietnam and misses them terribly. Nguyen hopes to return home and start studying nursing, once her English as improved." After removing the girl's sneakers Ellana unfastened Nguyen's short pulling them from her slender hips down her long tanned legs along with her solid white tanga thong, exposing a small brown clitoris crowned with a thick trimmed strip of black pubic hair. Pulling up the shorts and panties Ellana flicked up the girl's arms sliding her polo shirt over her slim half naked body then rolled her onto her side, unclasping her matching solid white bra. Flipping the girl onto her back Ellana slipped off the bra admiring Nguyen's small but youthful A-cup breasts, with dark brown slightly pointed areolas. Getting dressed quickly in the girls clothes, Ellana tore up Gerdur's top binding her ankles then using the bra her wrists followed by the panties for a gag. With her work done Ellana swept from the storeroom retracing her steps to the parking lot.
Olympic Stadium Parking Lot 13:15pm
As she made her way out to the car parking lot, Ellana had the distant pleasure of seeing her two nemeses being manhandled into the back of a Gendarmerie car by two officers, still protesting that they were Interpol as they were driven off. Then from behind her she heard the sound of clacking heels and a loud American accent turning she noticed a young woman heading towards her rental car in a deserted part of the lot. Ellana looked her over as she overhead her phone conservation. She was an attractive specimen with diamond shaped features, sloping cheekbones and pale green almond shaped eyes. Her strawberry blonde hair tied into a bun. "Yeah, I'am on my way to the Olympic Village to interview Bryce Anderson now. Don't worry Steve I will make that Aussie swimmer swim like a canary. She won't resist spilling all, trust me." She said into her phone as she neared her silver Toyota. The woman was wearing a white knee length dress with black strappy heels. Adorned with silver dangling earrings and a matching necklace that graced her neck. A black handbag looped over her shoulder with a press pass looped around her neck. A reporter? And it sounds like she's on her way to interview another female athlete. Two disguises for the price of one. Excellent! As the reporter reached her car Ellana strode towards her with a purpose.
"Yeah, boss. You can count on me." Kaitlyn Powers said to her editor as she hung up her phone reaching the drivers side door of her rental. Sleeping with turned out to be the right play. He may have been a crap lay but at least I got the scoop. As she put her phone back into her handbag she fumbled for the car keys in her bag, dropping them to the ground. Tutting with annoyance she looked down to pick them up but before she could, Kaitlyn felt a hand clamp around her mouth muffling her cry of shock. Before she could react the reporter let out a terrified yelp of muffled pain as she struck in the side of the neck, that instantly rendered her unconscious slumping her in attackers arms.
Picking up the woman's keys Ellana opened the trunk dragging the unconscious woman to her boot, kissing her from behind as she did so changing into her taller voluptuous form. "Kaitlyn Powers, 27, Reporter for ESPN. Interesting she is due to interview Bryce Anderson, a young female Australian swimmer. And she slept with her editor to get both the olympic job and the exclusive interview with the Australian swimmer. Despite the fact she's married." Laying the unconscious woman in her trunk Ellana stripped off Nguyen's too small clothes then removed Kaitlyn's jewellery, putting them on. Looping the press pass over Kaitlyn's head before she loosened the reporters bun copying the style and taking off her heels. Unzipping the dress from the rear Ellana peeled it from Kaitlyn's well endowed body revealing her strappy red lace wonderbra with matching G-string thong. Her legs covered by a pair of black tights. Unhooking the bra first, Ellana pulled it loose from the reporters body revealing large lush D-cup breasts with full puffy pink areolas. After clasping on the bra Ellana carefully worked the tights from around Kaitlyn's waist off one leg at at a time, then whipped off her panties exposing her full pink clean shaven clitoris and pert bubble buttocks. Once she she had finished dressing in the reporters clothes, looping the pass over her head Ellana found some duct tape in the car binding the naked reporters limbs and gagging her before tossing Nguyen's clothes onto her body. Snapping the trunk shut locking it Ellana got behind the drivers seat placing the handbag on the passenger seat then started the engine.
Road to the Olympic Village 13:30pm
As she made her way towards the Olympic Village leaving the stadium behind her Ellana pushed the window down letting the warm breeze caress her stolen face, Ellana smiled. Hopefully being guests of the local authorities should keep those pesky agents off my back. At least for while. Now I look forward to a spot of swimming, it's been too long since I felt the touch of water on my skin. Laughing in anticipation Ellana leaned back into the driver's seat. She was looking to seeing what else these Olympics had to offer.