Uniform Stealing Board

My first few days at the Olympic games were both fascinating and rewarding. I had completed and had finally won an olympic gold in Judo a souvenir that would also be accompanied by a second gold I would earn on my last day at the games. I knew that by running into my nemeses twice in the same day I was riding my luck. Eventually sooner or later they would catch me even with their amateurish displays of disguising themselves. So I endeavoured to make those days memorable and if they were to catch me it would be on my terms, not theirs. I begun the Sunday in the form of Moon Hwa Young and sought out my first event of the day. But first things first I needed a new face and a change of clothes. After all it would only be a matter of time before the real archer was discovered....



Dr Ellana Xenoanthropological Society


Saturday 3rd August 2024 Olympic Village South Korean Quarters 09:00am



Ellana rose early from her slumber after a peaceful nights sleep in the guise of Korean archer Moon Hwa Young. I have enjoyed myself so much and learnt a great deal as well. While I have only won one gold medal, I don't intend it to be the last. Now lets grab a bite to eat, I need all my strength for a very busy day ahead. After polishing her medal having the satisfaction of feeling the gold shine on her face, Ellana pocketed the medal in her tracksuit bottoms then entered the mess hall. Helping herself to a plate of barbequed beef called bulgogi along with a bowl of spiced vegetables called kimchi which proved to be quite tasty, along with some apple juice, Ellana sat down to eat. As she took a piece of the barbequed meat chewing on it steady, she overheard two female athletes taking further down the table. "Did you hear, Dae-Hyun? After all the recent goings on. The opening ceremony fire, the disappearing athletes and that ghastly assault on the Chinese gymnast, the French are upping security. They are deploying soldiers." Dae Hyun merely shrugged as she tucked into her kimchi. "They are merely being paranoid, I'am sure it shouldn't affect the games in the slightest Eun-Jung. So what's the word on the other events today?" Taking a sip of her orange juice Eun-Jung replied. "Well it's the men's road marathon today but we have no representation there. I think we stand a good chance in the BMX races this morning, its both the men's and the women's." Ellana's ears pricked up at the mention of BMX Now what's a BMX? It sounds interesting. Finishing off her breakfast Ellana rose from the table, leaving the two women to their breakfast.


Olympic Village Parking 9:45am


Checking Moon's phone Ellana researched the BMX races So it's extreme bike racing with obstacles and jumps. Sounds like fun. Hmm? The stadium is quite a distance away, I will need to get a little creative and grab some transportation along with a new look. Let's have a little look around, perhaps I will get lucky. Leaving the South Korean quarters Ellana made her way outside and began her search. After ten minutes of searching she came across a white minivan with "Team France:- BMX Team" splashed across the side parked next to a row of dumpsters. Leaning against the dumpster smoking a cigarette was a young redheaded female dressed in a short sleeve black polo shirt with the olympic rings stitched on the left breast, black cargo pants with white sneakers. An ID lanyard hanging around her neck. Her short flame coloured hair tied into a ponytail, looped through her matching black baseball cap. She was an attractive specimen with angular freckled features, high cheekbones and emerald green eyes. Well it looks like she's the driver. And heading for the BMX stadium. Perfect. As the woman glanced at her watch, she turned her back to Ellana stubbing out her cigarette.


Nathalie Deschamps sighed as she looked at her packet of cigarettes, contemplating another smoke. How long does it take these BMXs to have their breakfast? The competition starts in the next hour. Still no skin off my nose. Now should I bum another? Claude as been nagging me incessantly that I smoke too much and he made that ultimatum...Fuck it. What else am I going to do? What Claude doesn't know wont hurt him. Besides, it's not like I'am in any rush to get married. Shrugging she popped another cigarette in her mouth but before she could light it, Nathalie was grabbed around her throat knocking the cigarette from her mouth as dropped the lighter and packet. Another clamping around her mouth muffling her cries. " Don't mind if I do." Hissed a woman's voice in her ear, as Nathalie whimpered in terror as she felt a pinch to both sides of her slender neck. Letting out a pained muffled squeak, Nathalie slumped unconscious in her attackers grasp as she was dragged behind the row of dumpsters.



After stripping off Moons tracksuit Ellana knelt by the unconscious redhead planting a kiss on her lip, ignoring the nicotine breath as she assumed her form taking off her baseball cap. "Nathalie Deschamps, 25, Olympic Bus Driver." She as she loosened the woman's ponytail adopting the style before unlacing her sneakers. "She has been trying to kick the habit for the last three years, out of her boyfriends constant nagging. Nathalie has tried everything; patches, gum, vaping and even hypnotherapy. Her boyfriend says he won't marry her till she quits." Unbuttoning the woman's cargo pants Ellana peeled them from her hips down her long legs along with her solid white thong, exposing her small clitoris crowned with a small trimmed tuft of flame red pubic hair. Pulling up the underwear and trousers, putting her medal in her pocket Ellana laced up the sneakers before holding up Nathalie's arms sliding the shirt over up her head exposing a matching white underwired bra. Reaching around Nathalie's back Ellana unhooked her bra slipping the garment from her chest, admiring her small freckled B-cup breasts with perky rose petal pink areolas. She quickly dressed in the woman's clothes, setting the baseball cap on her head looping the ID over her head. Then tearing up her tracksuit shirt, Ellana bound and gagged the naked Nathalie before scooping her up in arms tipping her inside the dumpster getting a good look at her pert plum shaped buttocks as she tossed Moon's tracksuit over her body. Wiping her hands together Ellana walked out back around the dumpsters her feet catching the fallen pack and lighter.


Crouching down Ellana scooped them up taking a look at the pack. Apparently, these little sticks are carcinogenic, not unlike our own Joba sticks. On the bright side, they do seem to make my life a lot easier, considering the number of "smoke breaks" some females are taking, so I shouldn't complain. "Where were you? We have been waiting for five minutes! We are due to compete after the women's individual races. " Said a male voice looking up she saw a middle aged dark haired male wearing a team France tracksuit, with four other younger males sat in the back of the bus. Skut! They are all males. That's just my luck. "Sorry, I was taking a quick cigarette break." She replied pocketing the packet as the coach shook his head. "You know those things will kill you right?" Ignoring the coach Ellana got into behind the wheel as the man took the passenger seat. Starting the engine she made her way to the BMX Track.


Olympic BMX Track 10: 35am



After taking a wrong turn heading for the velodrome instead, Ellana had finally reached the BMX much to the annoyance of the french BMX team. Leaving the team to unpack their gear Ellana had made an excuse that she was heading off for another smoke break, the coach flashing her a disapproving look as she disappeared behind a row of parked cars. Once she was out of sight, Ellana slipped through a staff only door. Following the signs Ellana headed towards the woman's locker room. As she entered the locker room Ellana found it to be deserted. Am I too late? It looks empty. Then the sound of a locker slamming drew her attention. Sneaking around the row of lockers Ellana found a young human female tying on her white shoes, sitting on the bench with her back to her. It looks like it's my lucky day. Let's get to know her a little better. Grinning Ellana appraised the girl as she stalked forward. She was pretty little thing with tanned diamond shaped features, smooth cheekbones and almond shaped brown eyes. Her shoulder length black hair modelled into corn rows. She was dressed in a black Team Canada jumpsuit, with a red stripe and white maple leaf splashed across her small breasts, black gloves. Her red helmet perched next to her on the bench. With the girl too focused on her shoes Ellana inched ever closer.


Angela Kipps-Monroe laced up her right shoe before moving onto the left. Damn, am I looking forward to getting out there and catching some air? I know no-one expects anything of the Canadian BMXers but I'am going to enjoy myself no matter what. Who knows perhaps I will score a new PB? Damn laces.. Before she could tie her laces Angela felt a slender hand clamp around her mouth muffling her cries of surprise, followed by another grasping her throat. "There's no need dear, allow me to put those on instead. Take a break..." Said a french woman's accent in her ear, as Angela felt a tight pinch at the vulnerable clusters on her throat. She let out a muffled aroused squeak of pain arms fell limply to her sides, as Angela's eyes rolled into the back of her head slumping unconscious in the arms of her mysterious attacker.


Lowering the unconscious athlete onto the bench Ellana stripped off Nathalie's outfit before she knelt by the young girl, assuming her form with a kiss, feeling her breasts shrink. "Angela Kipps-Monroe, 18, Canadian BMX rider. She could have also qualified for the women's hockey, since she plays it in college. But her true passion is biking, which she enjoys a whole more." Ellana removed Angela's gloves and shoes before unzipping her jumpsuit, peeling the young rider out of her outfit revealing a young petite but athletic body, clad only in her matching black cropped vest and matching bikini shorts. Starting with the riders shorts Ellana whipped them off from between Angela's thighs, exposing her full brown clean shaven womanhood and peach shaped buttocks. After pulling up the stolen underwear Ellana pulled the half naked unconscious Angela into a seated position. Holding up her arms Ellana pulled her vest up over Angela's head revealing her small young A-cup breasts with slightly pointed puffy brown areolas. Ellana pulled on the vest then stepping into the jumpsuit zipped it up. Once she had put laced up the shoes, pulled on the gloves Ellana tore up Nathalie's polo shirt binding the wrists and ankles of the naked Angela gagging her with the lanyard. With the rider secured she dragged the girl over to her locker stashing her inside along with the remains of Nathalie's clothes. Stashing her medal inside Angela's kitbag, Ellana shut the door then picked up the riders helmet strapping it on as she swept from the room. Letting Angela guide her to the track.


11:35am


Thanks to Angela's memories and skills Ellana had enjoyed herself, pulling off some solid freestyle tricks and death defying jumps landing them perfectly without any error. This is simply glorious! I can see why Angela loved her biking! It's quite the adrenaline rush! Over the step bumps and jumps Ellana showed no fear as the crowd gave her a standing ovation for each one. When she had completed her individual free style, Ellana had posted an impressive score of 65 over her two runs making her 4th overall. It wasn't enough to win gold or any other medal, as the Gold went to the USA, silver to Team GB and bronze to the South Koreans, but Ellana had posted a new personal best. Well Angela will be pleased, when they find her of course. "Angela wait up a second." Before she could make her way back to the locker room, A male voice from behind her drew her attention, Ellana turned to see a balding ginger hairee human dressed in a Team Canada tracksuit approach her. According to her memories, this is Brad Forrester. The BMX coach. "Yes coach? What can I do for you?" Brad flashed her a smile. "That was a good showing today, Angie. Out of all the riders you placed fourth, the highest position we have had in this event so far. Well done." Ellana returned his smile. "Thanks coach. I had a really great time." Brad jerked his thumb over his shoulder. "I will be taking the girls to Paris for a quick lunch, you know see the sights. Would like to come with?" That's excellent. I will see a bit of Paris and it will me an opportunity to grab a bite to eat. I can plot my next move using Angela's phone. Ellana nodded her head. "That sounds good. I just need to change up and I will be right with you, coach." Brad clapped his large hand on her shoulder. "No problem. The vans in the parking lot, see you soon." Bading him farewell, Ellana retraced her steps to the locker room. After taking out Angela's bag, sparing the naked girl a parting glance Ellana quickly got dressed in her tracksuit, replaced the BMX uniform then looped the bag over her shoulder. Slamming the door shut on Angela for the final time, Ellana left the locker room making her way to the car park.


The Deux Grenouille Café, Champ-de-Mars Paris 12:15pm



Ellana took a bite of her ham, cheese and mustard baguette washing it down with a cup of French roast finding the taste most refreshing as she sat at her table scrolling through Angela's phone. The Eiffel tower in the background. Hmm? Womens steeple chase? No it sounds like they will be running across rooftops. Javelin? No definitely not, after the debacle with archery I'am staying well away from sharp pointy objects. Rowing? That's actually at Vaiers-sur- Marne Nautical Stadium, east of the city. That's in the afternoon so I could make that for later? Golf? Well I like the sound of that. It has a good ring to it. Its taking place at the Bourbon Country Club outside the city to the north. Now how to get there. "I'am so looking forward to the golfing, Martha." Looking up taking another sip of her coffee Ellana saw an elderly couple dressed in a team Canada shirts. "You always look forward to the golf, especially when it's the young ladies playing, George, you old goat." The elderly man blushed as they took their seats on the table next to Ellana. After finishing off her baguette she turned to them. "Excuse me? Did I here you mention golf?" The couple looked up flashing her two friendly smiles. "Look George it's a member of our national team! Come sit with us sweetie. What's you name? What's your event?" Ellana came to sit on their table opposite George. "Angela Kipps-Monroe. I actually just ran the BMX freestyle and came fourth!" George held out his hand. "Well done young lady! You have done the maple leaf proud!" Ellana took his hand warmly shaking it and thanking the man. Martha smiled. "Indeed. We never thought we would tun into one of our young people, flying the flag. Well done honey." She said before a waiter had came over. George leaned forward on his chair. "I was just saying to my wife that I'am looking forward to seeing the golf after lunch. We are going to head up there after a quick coffee. Nodded finishing her coffee Ellana set it down on the table. "I was going over myself to cheer on my teammate but I don't have any euros for a cab ride. I don't suppose I could trouble you for a ride?" The elderly couple looked at each other then grinned. "Of course my dear. Anything for a fellow Canadian and national heroine." George said as Martha stopped the waiter before turning to Ellana. "But first you must sit down and have a coffee with us, Angela. Tell us about your race." Accepting the elderly couple's offer, Ellana lent back in her chair and recounted her race.


The Bourbon Country Club 12:55pm


During the short drive to the country club, her companions had talked Ellana's ears off about the wonderful game of golf. She had even asked them innocently about the rules and structure of the game, George was more than happy to fill her in everything she asked. The more I hear the more I want to play. I must replace a golfer and give it a go. "So who invented the game of golf?" She asked they approached the open gates of the country club, stopping to flash their passes at camouflaged french soldiers guarding the gate. "Well, Angela the Scottish say they invented it first but then the Japanese say they invented it long before it became a star in a scotsman's eyes. Personally, I think it more Scotland. I mean the word itself sounds Scottish." George replied as they drove through the gates." Hmm? The more I say the word in my head, the more I agree. As they parked up, Martha turned to her. "Well sweetie, here we are. It was a pleasure to meet you, I hope you enjoy the rest of the games." Bading the two elderly humans whose company she had enjoyed farewell, Ellana exited their rental car and walked into the club. I need to update my look. Acquire the form of a golfer, let's have a look around


As Ellana walked down a lavishly appointed, if deserted corridor she almost collided into a young french maid pushing a meal trolley. "Hey! Watch were you're going! " Ellana taken aback by the maids rudeness appraised her. She was an attractive girl with gentle heart shaped features, sculptured cheekbones and piercing blue eyes. Framed by shoulder length strawberry blonde hair under a frilly white headband. She was dressed in a black knee length dress, with matching frilly apron tied around her slim waist. Her long legs covered in black stockings and ending in high heels. " Sorry. Where you going off to in such a hurry?" The young maid let out a small sigh but relaxed slightly. "Coq au vin served with a cream soufflé and a bottle of Pinot Grigio. Please, get out of my way. The American golfer who ordered this is a very demanding horrible woman who hates lateness." Well she looks like she's my ticket in and no one else is around. Grinning evilly Ellana raised her right hand. " Don't worry. I will take things from here..." The maid reared back. "Wait! What are you-ugh!?" The maid let out a a tiny squeak of pain as Ellana swiftly chopped her at the right side of her slender neck, knocking her out cold. Taking the maids weight as she fell forwards, Ellana dragged her into the broom cupboard she was standing in front of.


Laying the young maid down gently onto her side, Ellana stripped out of Angela's tracksuit before kneeling besides the unconscious girl. Taking her into her arms Ellana kissed her hard on her soft lips, assuming her form as she removed the frilly hat, untied her apron then unbuttoned her dress from the rear. "Yvette Montpelier, 22, Bourbon Country Club maid. She retraining to be a nursery nurse. She would rather put up with screaming children then serve pompous rich rich golfers who treat her like garbage." Ellana worked Yvette's young slim attractive body out of her uniform dress leaving her clad only in her hees, stockings and sexy sheer black lace one piece. After slipping off the maids heels, Ellana gently rolled the stockings off her long legs taking care not to damage them. Once she had pulled on the stockings she peeled the undergarment down her slim petite form exposing her buoyant c-cup breasts with circular perky dark pink areolas, small womanhood crowned with a trimmed strip of strawberry blonde hair and pert peach shaped buttocks. Ellana quickly got dressed in the maids uniform, setting the frilly cap on her head. Once fully dressed, Ellana tore up Angela's tracksuit suit binding and gagging the young naked maid. With the girl secured Ellana left the room and using Yvette's memories pushing the cart towards the American golfer.



13:06pm Country Club Stateroom


Simone Ramirez was growing impatient as she sat at her table, alone from the other riff raff golfers. It had been a full 20 minutes since she had ordered her luck and it still hadn't arrived. Damn frenchies, no sense of punctuality. Why this piss poor service would never stand in the country clubs of LA! "Hello? Is anyone there? I have to tee off in the next half an hour! And I will be damned if I have to do that on an empty stomach!" She called out but received no answer. She was an attractive Latina with tanned rounded features, high classical cheekbones and bright hazel eyes. Her light brown pixie cut hair hidden by her blue Team USA baseball cap, her wraparound shades perched on top. She was dressed in a blue and white striped shirt sleeve Tommy Hilfiger shirt, black shorts and white golfing shoes. Just about when she was going to look for her lunch, she noticed a young blonde maid pushing her dart laden with her lunch come through the double doors. "About god damn time! I have been waiting forever! I hope it isn't cold after you dithered about." The maid merely smiled as she served the Coq-au-vin, soufflé and poured out the prinot grigio before standing behind her. Simone stuffed a napkin into her shirt but before she could pick up her cutlery, she felt the maids hand clamp around her mouth followed by another grasping her throat. Simone whimpered in muffled fear as the maid hissed in her ear. "Bon appetit!" as she pinched either side of the golfers throat. Simone's panicking ended with a pained squeak as she felt her eyes rolling into the back of her head, as she slumped unconscious in the maids grip. The final sensation she felt was being dragged from her chair and being laid out acros the table.



After draping the unconscious golfer across the table Ellana stripped off her maids uniform, then straddling the unconscious woman she planted a passionate kiss on her lips, feeling her form shift as she pulled off the woman's cap and sunglasses. "Simone Ramirez, 26, Olympic Golfer Team USA. She is the only member of her LA family to play golf. Originally from a poor mexican immigrant family and fought to be taken seriously at the LA country clubs. Since she started to date a young US senator, Simone hasn't spoken to her family in four years." Ellana unlaced the Simone's shoes before unfastening her shorts pulling them down past her hips and down her long tanned legs, along with her solid peach thong had protected her modesty exposing a full clitoris topped with a thick trimmed triangle of light brown pubic hair. Pulling up the shorts and underwear lacing up the shoes, Ellana pulled the half naked Simone into a seated position. Holding up her arms, Ellana slid her shirt up over head then reached around unclasping her matching bra letting the now naked golfer flop back onto the table. Admiring Simone's small but cute attractive B-cup breasts with puffy slightly pointed brown areolas, Ellana clasped on the bra then got dressed in the golfers clothes, pulling on the shirt setting the baseball cap on her head. Using Yvette's stockings she bound the naked Simone's wrists and ankles then gagged her with the maids hat. When she was finished, Ellana dragged the golfer over to a nearby cabinet stashing her in a foetal position tossing the remains of Yvette's uniform in with her. Closing the door, she grinned sitting down to enjoy the fine meal which was still warm and steaming. Now with a full belly, Ellana tidied up after herself then swept from the room. Time to play some golf. I have been looking forward to it.


Same Moment Caddies Dressing Room


Agent L fixed on the red Team USA baseball cap as she and her young protégée M stood over the unconscious bound underwear clad bodies of two young attractive golfing caddies. Using their stolen security uniforms, the agents had bluffed their way in under the pretense of a security check before choking them out silently. Both women had been dressed in the uniform of Team USA golfing caddies; red baseball caps, matching polo shirts and black shorts. Over which they had been wearing white olympic bibs. L had stripped the youngest a 21 year old called Amelie De la Croix, according to her ID. A petite girl with ash blonde pigtails who dressed only in her solid white bra and tanga thong. This shirt is way too tight on me and these trainers, two sizes too small. M who was silencing the girls with duct tape, had stripped 22 year old Sophie Villeneuve a pretty auburn haired girl who had tied her hair back into a small ponytail, who was dressed only in her pink lace camisole with matching thong. She had been pleased when young Sophie was just about her size, only her black golfing shoes were a size down. As soon as she finished taping up the caddies M rose to face her.


" So boss? We had at least five different events to choose from. Why do you think Ellana would be here? At a golf course of all places." She asked as L scooped up the scantily clad Amelie under her shoulders dragging her over to her locker. " Same as before, rookie. I had a gut feeling." She said as she stashed the unconscious girl as M brought up Sophie, laying her shoulder to shoulder with Amelie. "You and your feelings boss. Haven't steered us wrong yet." As L shut the door on the sleeping caddies M looked her up and down. "Boss? That outfit looks way too young on you. You look like the most unlikely caddie ever. Are you sure this will even work?" L gave her a quick head slap before replying. "Rookie. You should trust me more. She won't see us coming. Besides the game is about to start." Rubbing the back of her head, M followed her boss out of the locker room.


13:45pm The Golf Course


Despite having gotten a good grasp of the rules and using Simone's memories, Ellana was struggling to get to grips with the game much to the crowds disappointment. She had handled the first 5 holes well enough but once she had hit a sand bunker, it took her 15 minutes to dig herself out meaning she was down a considerable number of points to her Italian opponent. She had also begin to swing and miss one too many times, even swearing in Zenobian a couple of times. How hard can it be hitting a stupid small ball with a stick?! And top it off she had become suspicious of her golf caddies, who had been inching ever closer to her muttering to themselves, glancing in her direction. Until Ellana had finally recognised them letting out a small smile. Seriously? What's with the goofy disguises guys? Just like Naples, they pick women that are way too short for them. But I have to give them credit for trying at least. Looks like I will have to cut this game short. Looking to her next hole, Ellana noticed it was next to a treeline with woods beyond. Taking a swing Ellana punted her ball making it land right near the trees. With the agents right behind her Ellana reached her ball then throwing her club down, she ran pell mell into the forest the two MiB Agents right on her heels. As she put a little distance from them, Ellana weighed up her options. I need a new set of clothes and a new face right now! Feeling them right behind her she darted into a row of bushes.



From her position in the bushes Ellana saw two young females picking up loose bits of twigs and leaves, shoving them into bags. One the furthest away was an ebony skinned girl too busy listening to music, while the other a pretty little brunette with squared features and blue doe shaped eyes framed by short shoulder length brown hair with blonde highlights under a straw hat, drew closer to Ellana's hiding place straying far from the safety of her partner. They were both dressed in bottle green shirts, over which was a pair of black denim dungarees with the logo of the country club on their chests and black laced work boots. Gardeners? Well beggars can't be chooses. I will choose the closest girl. I must be fast. Using the bushes as cover Ellana crept up on the unsuspecting gardener who had her back to a row of bushes. Reacting quickly Ellana pounced on the unsuspecting brunette, clamping a hand over her mouth to stifle her cries pulling her into the bushes. Grasping the terrified girls throat, Ellana quickly pinched on the vulnerable points ending the girls whimpers with a short cute squeak, the girl slumping unconscious against Ellana's body. Rolling her body off her Ellana started to strip off her golfers outfit, breathing a sigh of relief as she noticed the other female hadn't registered her friends disappearance.



Ellana, now wearing the face of Aleksandra Lewandowska a 20 year old polish immigrant and gardener, crouched over the girl quickly pulled on the gardeners white cropped vest and solid black bikini thong, admiring her lush petite naked form as lay on her side as she took out her ear studs putting them in. Her cute little A-cup breasts with puffy slightly pointed full light pink areolas, small woman hood with a trimmed strip of brown pubic hair and pert tight buttocks on full display. Interesting, she actually emigrated to France to study law but she cannot seem to foot the bill for tuition. So she took this job as a means of paying her way. That was over a year ago. After quickly getting dressed in her uniform, pulling on the hat lacing up the boots Ellana rose from the bushes making Aleksandra's friend jump at the sight of her.


"Aleksandra? You startled me! Wait why are you wearing your dungarees on the inside out?" It was at that moment that the agents appeared over the rise, still dressed as caddies. Hearing that exchange they pointed right at her. Swearing loudly in Zenobian, Ellana started to ran at full tilt putting as much distance between them and her as possible. Coming to a low wall with railings Ellana cleared it without stopping, but as she hopped the wall she felt her stolen uniform snag on the railings followed by a loud tearing sound. As she stumbled onto the road, Ellana assessed the damage. Skut! Now I really need a change of clothes and preferably some transportation.


Main Road 14:00pm

As if to answer her prayers a sharp beep from a car horn caused her to look up in surprise. Looking through the windscreen, Ellana saw a young attractive woman with short ash blonde hair combed over past her ears, that framed gentle comely features with pale green eyes. "Hey! What are you doing? Are you crazy or something?!" She said as she exited her car. Ellana grinning appraised her. She was dressed in a navy blue denim jacket with matching belted skinny jeans and zipped leather booties. Underwhich was a low cut blue tank top that emphasised her B-cup breasts. A butterfly shaped necklace graced her neck with matching ear studs. You will do nicely, my dear. Upon seeing her damaged clothes the woman's face flashed with concern. "Oh my god! Are you okay? Do you need help?" Smiling Ellana walked around the cars front to the driver's side. "I'am fine. I like your car." Ellana said as she raised her right hand, the woman blinking in surprise. "What are you doi-agh!?" She let out a cute short yelp of pain as Ellana swiftly chopped her on the right side of her neck rendered her unconscious instantly. Taking the woman's weight Ellana laid her onto the driver's seat before stripping out of her damaged gardener's attire.



Ellana straddled the unconscious woman on her car seat, planting a kiss on her lip removing her jewellery as she assumed her form. " Francine Delacroix, 23, Hairdresser. She's not really into the Olympics and thinks it's a colossal waste of time. This is down to the fact that she's resentful of her younger sisters success as an athlete. She's not a Olympian but wants to be and is the family favourite." After putting on Francine's jewellery Ellana slipped off her denim jacket then unzipped her booties, pulling them free. Once she had unbelted the woman's jeans Ellana worked them loose from her slender hips, peeling them down her long legs before whipping off her pastel blue thong complete with a little bow above the gusset, exposing a full clitoris crowned with a trimmed strip of ash blonde pubic hair. Pulling up the stolen underwear, Ellana flicked up the half naked Francine's arms pulling her tank top up over head then rolling her onto her side unclasped her matching blue pastel bra, with little bows on the straps. Rolling the girl onto her back she slipped the bra free, admiring her small B-cup breasts with circular dark pink perky areolas. Ellana quickly got dressed in Francine's clothes, shucking on her jacket as she took the naked petite body by the ankles dragging her to her trunk. Unlocking it she laid the woman in her trunk on her side glancing at her tight pert buttocks, as she taped up Francine's wrists and ankles before gagging her. Snapping the trunk shut locking it Ellana got into the car behind the wheel. If my memory serves me well, the Nautical Centre is not far away and the events don't start for another hour. I can make it if I hurry. Slamming the car door shut, Ellana belted up doing a U-turn as she followed her own memories to the Nautical Centre.


Vaires-sur-Marne Nautical Centre 14:35pm


Despite Francine's car running out of petrol, Ellana had made it to the stadium car park. Exiting the vehicle she walked up to the gate finding to her surprise both unguarded and unlocked, smiling at her fortune she walked on through. " They really should pay more attention and close doors, it's a real security liability. Then again, I suppose I should thank them for it." She said as she sneaked through the entrance doors blending into the crowds, until she found a door marked Athletes and Staff Only. Slipping through it, Ellana made her way to the female locker room. I need a form of a rower. I wonder where she will be from?


As she entered the locker room, Ellana heard two female voices from behind the row of lockers in front of her. Taking cover Ellana peered around the corner to take a look. They were both attractive young women, their figure hugging white, red and black lycra wetsuits with a white cross on the back marked them as Swiss athletes. One was a pretty blonde with a short ponytail while the other was an attractive brunette with heart shaped features, big brown eyes covered by mirrored sunglasses and dark brown hair tied into a bun. Both are ideal, I just need them to separate and I can assume one's form. Let's see what they do.


"You know you can regain your position on the coxless fours, Greta? You are the best damn rower on the team. I'am sure the coach knows it was all a misunderstanding." Greta Mueller sighed as her teammate flashed her a reassuring smile. "No I can't forgive what Mecklenburg said about me. Besides, I'am right here with you Anna. Right where I need to be." She looked up expectantly at her hoping she took the hint. Anna laid a hand on Greta's shoulder making her tits perk up. " You are great friend, Greta. And a fine teammate. I couldn't ask for better. Are you coming? We have a race to win." Greta's face dropped a little. "Yeah, yeah. I just need to grab my life jacket and I will be right out." She said quietly as Anna turned leaving the room, giving the rower a great view of her tight ass through the wetsuit. I love watching her leave. Perhaps one of these days I will get lucky with her. As she rose from the bench Greta felt a hand clamp around her mouth then another seize her throat, she panicked. " Don't worry, Greta. I will put on that life jacket instead. You just take a rest.." Hissed a french woman's accent in her ear, as her attacker squeezed the vulnerable points on her neck. Letting out a brief muffled squeak of aroused pain, Greta's arms fell limply by her sides as she slipped into unconscious in the woman's grip. Her final sensation was being lowered onto the bench.


Throwing off Francine's clothes and jewellery, Ellana knelt by the unconscious rower putting on her sunglasses before passionately kissing her loosening her scrunchie. "Greta Mueller, 28, Team Switzerland, Double Sculls Rower. She used to be on the women's coxless fours, as the lead rower but following an altercation with one of her teammates about her sexuality Greta was transferred to Double Sculls. She doesn't mind though. It means close to Anna who she has unrequited feelings for." After copying Greta's hairstyle Ellana unzipped her wetsuit peeling it from her toned athletic body, revealing well formed C-cup breasts with puffy circular pink areolas, small clean shaven clitoris and peach shaped buttocks. After stepping into the wetsuit Ellana bound Greta's wrists with Francine's bra, her ankles with a torn strip from the tank top and gagged her with the panties. Then dragging her off the bench by her shoulders Ellana stashed the naked rower in her locker, tossing in Francine's clothes to conceal her. After pulling on the lifejacket Ellana slammed the locker door then swept from the room. As soon as she approached Anna smiled. "Ready to win the gold, Greta?" Ellana flashed her a smile. "You bet. Let's do this!"



The 200m Double Sculls Race 15:12:pm



As Ellana discovered this particular olympic sport needed both co-ordination and teamwork, of which they had none. To start with Ellana started to paddle one way while Anna paddled the other, leading them to row backwards from the starting line as soon as the klaxon sounded. "What the hell, Greta?! Forwards not back!" Ellana desperately tried to heed her commands but found her annoying. Finally after going around in circles the pair caught up with the British boat, colliding with it as Ellana mistimed her stroke. After some angry yells from the British pair, the beleaguered swiss boat capsized throwing Anna and Ellana into the water. As the two swam to the sure Ellana planned her next move. I will need a change of clothes and face as soon as possible. Get back to the village. First I have to get rid of Anna...


As soon they waded ashore Anna rounded on her. "What the hell was that, Greta! You just blew that race. I knew you shouldn't have raced! Too much on your m-ugh!!" Ellana swiftly neck chopped the annoying woman sending her crashing to the ground. "Sorry but I'am not Greta. She's naked in the lockers fast asleep." Taking the unconscious woman by her ankles Ellana dragged her into the bushes. Then as she looked down at her body an idea came to her. If I strip off her wetsuit, I can fool the agents into thinking I'am her. Buy me some time. Grinning she unzipped Anna's wetsuit quickly peeling it from her prone body, admiring her smaller breasts with rose petal light pink areolas, small trimmed womanhood and plum shaped buttocks. Laying the wetsuit in a pile beside the naked Anna Ellana emerged from the bushes, retracing her steps to the locker room.


The Nautical Centre Locker Room 15:22pm


Upon entering the locker room, Ellana found it deserted but could hear the sound of water running nearby. Curious she walked beyond the locker room to find a shower room, and as luck would have it a single young human female completely naked, in a cubicle not far from her near a row of lockers. She humming a catchy tune as the water cascaded down her tight athletic form. Grinning widely Ellana crept silently upon her admiring her body. She as a most pleasingly curvaceous figure. I will enjoy being her. The woman was stunningly attractive with slightly squared features, sculptured cheekbones and almond shaped green eyes. Framed by long chestnut coloured hair. Her breasts were large and well formed with roundel shaped puffy pink areolas, her womanhood full, crowned with a trimmed light brown triangle of pubic fuzz and her buttocks apple shaped, pert. Waiting until the woman had her back to her, Ellana quickly pressed her hand over her mouth caressing her cheek and releasing her pheromones before grasping a hand around her throat. With a finger and thumb she squeezed, applying pressure to her neck. The woman let out an aroused muffled yelp as she slumped unconscious in Ellana's arms.


Turning the woman's head to the side, Ellana kissed her hard on her lips feeling her form shift her breasts enlarging. "Ilona Szabó, 26, Hungarian Double Sculls. Interesting, they came fourth place. She's a naturist and prefers to be naked, well with a body like that I can't blame her. She met her husband at a nudist colony outside Budapest. Her teammate knows about this but doesn't tease her about it." Lowering the naked woman to the floor, Ellana stripped off the Swiss wetsuit enjoying Ilona's shower. After 10 minutes she fetched a towel tying it around her, before dragging the unconscious Ilona to her locker stashing her inside. Once she had dried herself, Ellana retrieved Ilona's kitbag tossing in the Swiss wetsuit before slamming the locker door with a snap. She quickly dressed in Ilona's white sports bra and thong then pulled on her Team Hungary tracksuit; a white zipped jacket, red tank top with green bottoms and white sneakers. Then using a white scrunchie, adopted a long ponytail using Ilona's memories. Putting in her gold judo medal Ellana looped the bag over her shoulder leaving the locker room.


Standing near the team Hungary minibus was a pretty redheaded female, whose name was Zsofia Nágy according to her memories who smiled as she approached. "Hey Ilona. You really took your time in there? Busy celebrating coming fourth?" Ellana smiled as they climbed into into the bus. "Well, Zsofia. You know how much I love my body." The girl laughed as she buckled herself in. "Well you certainly have the body for it. Your husband's quite the lucky man. Anyway, I don't know about you but that race took it out of me. I could do with a big full dinner." As the engine rumbled into life, Ellana could hear her own stomach gargle. "I know what you mean. I could really go in for some ice cream." They both laughed as the bus pulled away.


Hungarian Team Quarters, Olympic Village, 09:30am Sunday 4th August 2024



After a restful night's sleep and a quick shower, Ellana searched through Ilona's phone looking up today's events while eating a simple breakfast of corn flakes and orange juice. I will need to pick carefully. The MiB are on my tail after all, the closest they have ever been.Two caught her eye immediately. Ping Pong? That's an interesting name for a sport, It's got a good ring to it. The final between China v South Korea is not far from here and is in walking distance. I will need to update my look. That's at 10:30am. And then there's the inaugural break dancing competition just after lunch, at the Place de la Concorde at 13:10pm. I can do both. Finishing her breakfast Ellana rose from the table feeling the reassuring weight of her judo medal in her trousers pocket. It was there she felt a tap on her shoulder, she turned to face Zsofia who flashed her a smile. "Morning, Ilona. Looks like we have a lazy day. What have you got planned?" Ellana returned her smile to the redheaded human. "I'am just going for a run. Get some fresh air." Zsofia looked expectantly. "Can I come too? I need to burn off some calories." Ellana shook her head. "No that's quite alright, I have this. Thanks for the offer though." Patting her shoulder left a disappointed looking Zsofia behind has she left the room.



Outside the Ping Pong Arena 9:55am


As she approached the front entrance Ellana noticed a large crowd of humans dressed in red and white waiting to in. There were quite a number of suitable females milling around but they were all in groups. Impossible to pull away without one of them being missed. I need an opportunity for a alone female, who won't be missed. After five minutes she noticed a young petite female break off from the crowd, heading towards a row of vending machines near an alley. Ellana appraised her as she walked closer. She was a pleasing slip of a girl, a far eastern human with with tanned rounded features, sloping cheekbones and brown slanted eyes. A mop of short light brown hair cut into a cute pixie cut crowned her head, over which she wore a white half cap. The girl was dressed in a white tank top with "Taiwan" flashed across her small breasts, nipples peaking through the thin cloth, tight black jeans shorts with white socks and black sneakers. Ears pierced with a white ribbon choker gracing her slender neck. She's quite comely and perfect. She will do nicely. Walking into the alley beside the vending machines, Ellana make the warbling sound of a Zenobian Dove as she stood ready in the mouth of the alley in ambush.



Wang Mei-Hua stood at the vending machine perusing the selection as her mind wandered to this mornings final. I'am looking forward to seeing China get their asses kicked by the South Koreans. Should be a good game. Hmm? I think I will have a coke. As soon as she placed her Euro's into the slot, making her selection, Wang heard a strange warbling sound come from the alley. "Hello? Is someone there?" Hearing the sound again, Wang forgot all about her coke her curiousity outweighing her thirst. As she walked to the mouth of the Alley, Wang felt a hand clamp around her mouth pulling her in followed by another gripping her throat. Wang whimpered in fear as she was dragged deeper in the alley. "Shh! Sweet thing. Off you go to sleep." Hissed a curious female European accent in her hair as felt a pinch either side of her neck. Wang let out a cute muffled squeak as her eyes rolled back into her head, slumping unconscious in her attackers arms. Her final sensation was her cap being taken off.



Laying the unconscious girl onto the ground, Ellana stripped off Ilona's tracksuit before taking the girl into her arms assuming her form with a kiss. "Wang Mei-Hua, 20, Taiwanese Ping Pong Fan." She said has she removed the girls jewellery and accessories, putting them on. " She's crazy about table tennis and plays in her school team. She did get scouted by a Federation representative but her parents are stopping her from living her dream. They want her to be nurse instead. Wang spent most of her savings to come to the Olympics, her parents have no idea." Holding up Wangs arms, Ellana pulled her tank top over her head revealing small cute A-cup breasts with perky circular dark brown areolas, along with a navel piercing. After inserting in Wang's piercing, Ellana slipped on the top then unlaced her sneakers, taking them off followed by her white ankle socks. Putting them on she unbuttoned Wangs shorts peeling them down her long tanned legs then whipped off her sheer white lace G-string thong, exposing a small womanhood topped with a thick strip of light brown pubic hair and small pert buttocks. Once she had got dressed in the rest of Wang's clothes setting the hat on her head, Ellana bound the girl with torn strips from Ilona's tank top, gagging her then scooped up her bound nude form tipping her into the dumpster along with Ilona's clothes. Smiling as she discovered a ticket for the ping-pong, Ellana put her gold medal in the girls handbag looping it over her shoulders. As she left the alley she stopped to take the can of coke from the machine, savouring sweet taste as she walked towards the stadium.


The Ping Pong Stadium 10:05am


Having polished off her coke, Ellana flashed Wang's ticket getting easily past the additional security blending into the crowds. As she came to a Staff Only marked door she slipped on through, searching for the women's locker room. Reaching a broom cupboard between the locker room and the stadium Ellana heard footsteps coming from around the corner behind on her left. Reacting quickly she dove into the cupboard keeping the door ajar to spy on the new arrivals. She noticed two humans, one an elderly Chinese male dressed in a team China tracksuit and the other a young human female, who appeared quite agitated, while her coach was trying to calm her. Why didn't I replace a Chinese girl? I wonder what they are talking about? Ellana thought as she appraised the young ping pong athlete. Like all far eastern human females, she had a beautiful elegance about her; heart shaped features pronounced cheekbones and brown slanted eyes. Her long raven coloured hair tied into a ponytail. She was dressed in a pink Team China shirt, black lycra shorts with matching plimsolls. She's ideal. I just need them to separate...



"Coach I'am so nervous! This is my first big final and I'am worried that I will let China down." Xiang Lin Fu bounced on her heels nervous as her coach Chow Yun Ming, placed his hands on her shoulders to steady her. "Xiang, calm yourself. You are one of the best players of your generation. I have faith in you and so does China. That you can go out and win this thing." Xiang seized her bouncing but remained edgy. "Okay, thanks coach. Could have a minute alone to go through some last minute exercises? To steady my nerves?" Chow flashed her a fatherly smile. "Alright, Xiang. But don't take too long. You only have half an hour." Nodding her head in response Xiang watched as coach Chow passed a broom cupboard towards the stadium. After she spent a couple of minutes warming up doing stretches and started jumps, Xiang felt more at ease. Right now I'am ready... As she walked back towards the stadium, Xiang didn't hear the broom cupboard door open behind her as a hand clamped around her mouth muffling her cry of surprise. Followed by a snap blow to the side of her neck. Letting out a small muffled squeak of pain, Xiang instantly slumped unconscious in her attackers arms as she was dragged into the cupboard.


Propping up the unconscious Chinese athlete Ellana quickly stripped out of Wang's clothes before she knelt by the girl, assuming her form with a kiss as she loosened girl's pink scrunchie. "Xiang Lin Fu, 21, Chinese Ping Pong Champion." Ellana adopted Xiang's ponytail before unlacing her plimsolls. "She's an orphan. Her peasant parents died in a car crash and she was raised by her grandfather in Beijing. Xiang was introduced to ping pong in school and as been playing it ever since. She is due to start national service soon." She worked the lycra shorts from around Xiang's slender hips whipping them down her legs along with her nude coloured bikini shorts, exposing her full clitoris crowned with a thick trimmed triangle of black fuzz. Pulling up both stolen shorts and slipping on the plimsolls, Ellana held up Xiang's arms sliding up her t-shirt followed by her cropped matching sports vest admiring her small B-cup breasts with puffy slightly pointed dark brown areolas. Once fully dressed, Ellana tore up Wang's tank top binding and gagging Xiang's nude form then after looping the medal over her head, tucking it under her stolen shirt she left the cupboard.


As soon as walked into the packed stadium, Ellana was greeted by Coach Chow who beamed as he saw her approach. "Ah, my dear Xiang. How are you feeling?" Ellana returned the smile. "I'am doing great thanks coach. I feel like a new woman." She said with a small smile as Chow laid a hand on her shoulder, completely missing the irony. "That's the Xiang I know! Good to hear! What would you say to a quick warm up game with your old coach. We have fifteen minutes." Ellana thought about it for a moment. That would be wise. I can get a good grasp for the rules and the flow of the game. The knowledge should come in handy, besides I'am a fast learner... "I would like that, coach. Lead on." Passing her a flat little paddle Chow walked around the table, ball in hand. "Just try and go easy on this old man. My hips aren't what they used to be." He laughed as he served the ball across the table.

11:50am

As would turn out the practice match would serve Ellana in good stead. She found ping pong to be fast, fun and exhilarating. Her South Korean opponent had been a tough competitor but even she couldn't keep up with Ellana's faster Zenobian reflexes. After an hour and a half of fast rallies, fierce backhanders and smashes, Ellana had won the game 3 sets to 2. The Chinese side of the crowd roared with appreciation as Ellana let out a whoop of victory fisting the air in victory. Then the feeling finally sunk in as she shook hands with her opponent. I have done it! That's my second gold medal! Mother and Father would be so impressed if they were here now. Coach Chow came over giving her a bear hug. "See what did I tell you, nothing to worry about." Well I do have one thing on my mind. How do I get out of here? Once she had received her medal, listening with interest to the beautiful Chinese national anthem, Ellana weaved through the crowd dodging both adoring fans and her coach in equal measure. Finding her way using Xiang's memories to the safety of her dressing room, she locked the door to catch her breath.


Taking a seat Ellana took out both her medals smiling as she felt the warm gleam of the gold caress her skin. I have had so much fun at these Olympics, learning so much about human sports and winning two medals in the process! Beyond my wildest expectations. But I think it's time to conclude my adventure and give my old friends the satisfaction of finally catching me. They deserve the win after all, but they won't hold me forever and I will return to study more sports. Besides I have so much I need to get down. First things though, I have one last event to attend. And that's breakdancing. Let's go to the Place de Concorde. Back to Paris. But first I need a change of appearance Replacing her medals, Ellana turned noticing a window that led outside to her left. Getting up she opened the window, seeing the apartments of the olympic village beyond. Climbing out the window she shimmied down the drainpipe to the alley below.


Olympic Village 12:05pm


Seeing an open window on the second floor Ellana begun to climb up the wall, using everybit of her strength to scale the wall and keeping herself from falling. As she reached the window she peered into the room, smiling at her luck. It was an attractive ebony skinned athlete standing with her back to the window dressed only in her green tracksuit bottoms and black lace wonderbra emphasising her C-cup breasts. The rest of her clothes lay on the bed. She had angular features big brown eyes and dark black hair in a cropped perm. Grinning she hopped through the window startling the woman. "What the hell!? Who are-agh!!" Ellana swiftly neck chopped the young woman sending her crashing to the floor unconscious. "You shouldn't have bothered. I will be taking all that from you, dear." Ellana quipped to the unconscious woman as she stripped out of Xiang's clothes.


Standing over the unconscious toned athletic naked form of one Mandisa Ndlovu a 23 year old South African 4 x100 metre relay runner, Ellana zipped up her yellow South Africa jacket over a low cut black tank top, admiring her full breasts with puffy black areolas and clean shaven small clitoris which was protected by a matching black lace thong. She smiled with her new face in the mirror at the naked woman draped over her bed. "I apologise for cutting your romantic dinner with your french girlfriend short, but I have a greater need. Congratulations on winning the silver yesterday. Too bad the British beat you in a photo finish." Once she had finished lacing up the orange Nike's Ellana tore up Xiang's top, binding and gagging the toned naked Mandisa before dragging her off her bed rolling her underneath admiring her peach shaped ebony buttocks as she did so. After checking her new reflection in the mirror, Ellana left the room. Right, that takes care of that. But I still need to get to Paris? I can leave the village but I need transportation.


The answer came when she reached the gates of the olympic village. She noticed a squad of french soldiers marshalling near a truck. That must be the additional security the Koreans mentioned from the other day. They must be really be paranoid if they have deployed troops. I wonder if this is the MiBs doing or perhaps a result of my handiwork. Anyhow I need a closer luck. As she crept forwards hiding behind a dumpster, Ellana noted that quite a few of the soldiers were female. A soldiers uniform? That would be a nice change of pace. I have only worn US military uniforms. This will be interesting. I hope they are going to Place de la Concorde Particularly one who was talking to her superior who was starting to cross her legs. Ellana sized her up. She was a comely young soldier with rounded features, sloping cheekbones and pleasing teal coloured eyes. Her blonde hair tied into a knot under her black beret with her unit shield stitched on. Her uniform consisted of a woodland camouflage jacket with rolled up sleeves with matching bottoms and laced black combat boots. Held up by ammo webbing for her curious rifle, it's magazine behind the trigger slung over her shoulder. Smiling she listened to the conversation.


"Sergeant? Any idea why we are being deployed to the Place de la Concorde? Or what the nature of these terror threats are?" Private Anaïs Moreau asked Sergeant Duvall as she started to feel her bladder fill. "No I don't Private! You know the drill, they don't pay us to ask why. Our job is to make sure these games go off without any more incident by holding the hands of the sorry excuse for security here. Any other questions, Moreau? Or we ready to move out?" Behind her Anaïs could hear the rest of her squad sniggering. "I...er.. have to take a leak sir!" She blushed as she saluted." Duvall shook his head rolling his eyes. "Unbelievable! Why didn't you say something sooner? Wait nevermind, Moreau! Make it quick!"" Anaïs saluted her sergeant before running quickly to the nearby toilet block. "And try not to piss all over your boots! You're a soldier of France!" She heard Duvall shout from behind her as her squad started to laugh.

After setting down her FAMAS rifle, Anaïs removed her ammo webbing pulling down her trousers and black standard issue hipsters down around her ankles as she planted her pert ass on the toilet bowl. She let out a long sigh of relief as she voided the contents of her bladder. Definitely shouldn't have had those two coffees for breakfast. They went straight through me. Ugh! I hate being kept in the dark and from the sound of it neither does the sarge. This whole olympics is colossal waste of money. The sound of footsteps entering the toilet block drew the privates attention but she thought nothing of it, as the cubicle next to her opened. Feeling the last of her water leave her small pussy, crowned with a trimmed strip of blonde hair, Anaïs reached for the toilet paper, Anaïs felt a gentle caress on her cheek. "Oh my...?" She looked up to see a stunning ebony skinned woman dressed in the tracksuit of a South African athlete, smile down at her before hopping over the cubicle wall. "You're beautiful..." Was all the young soldier could say as the athlete straddled her on the toilet bowl, planting a passionate kiss on her lips. Anaïs who wasn't picky when it came to who she kissed, returned the kiss hungrily removing her shirt as the athlete loosened her knot. It may be a waste of money but I'am not complaining about the exotic women... Anaïs let out a muffled aroused moan as she slumped unconscious in the athletes arms, legs spread wide.


" Private Anaïs Moreau, 21, Armées Français." Ellana smiled as she adopted the privates knot before stripping off Mandisa's South Africa tracksuit. "She believes that the whole olympics is a waste of time and money. She has asked her sergeant what's going on but she's being kept in the dark. Like everyone else in her squad." After she unlaced the soldiers boots pulling them loose along with her black ankle socks, Ellana removed the trousers and underwear from around Anaïs' ankles. Pulling them up fastening the trousers, lacing up the boots Ellana placed the woman's beret on her head before holding up her arms. Sliding her undervest up over the soldiers head, Ellana admired her lush toned naked body with small but perky B-cup breasts with puffy full circular pink areolas. As she finished getting dressed in Anaïs' uniform, buttoning up the jacket clipping on the webbing Ellana tore up Mandisa's tank top, binding and gagging the athletic naked soldier. Then looping the rifle over her shoulder pocketing her medals, Ellana climbed over the top of the cubicle landing with the grace of a cat. Finding an "Out of Order" sign in the cupboard she put it on Anaïs' cubicle before leaving the toilet block.


"There you are, Moreau! You took your time. What did you do? Powder your nose!" Sergeant Duvall barked as Ellana jogged towards him. Ellana flashed him a quick salute. " No sir! Reporting for duty, sir!" Duvall returned the salute. "Good to see you've found your enthusiasm private." He then turned to the rest of the squad. "Alright! What are all you gawking at?! Asses and elbows, people! Mount up!" Ellana was the first who clambered into the back of the truck followed by the rest of the squad. Although I don't see myself as a soldier. I'am not complaining that on Earth, women have more options... She leant back into her seat, feeling a tug behind her navel as the truck roared into life pulling away. Driving past the olympic village gates.


Place de la Concorde 12:35pm



After recieving Anaïs' or rather her patrol details, Ellana peeled off from the squad of soldiers searching for a suitable female. I won't be able to find an athlete dressed like this. Besides, I have had enough playing soldier. As she walked to a secluded part of the Place, an area lined with large speakers linked to the large stage at the centre. Ellana noticed a young female crouched with her back to her working on a large pair of speakers, creeping silently upon the unsuspecting technician she appraised her. She was a strikingly attractive woman, with angular features, sloping cheekbones and stunning blue eyes. She had a loop pierced through her left nostril and under the bottom lip. Her short spiky hair died purple and a large flowing tattoo across the small of her back. She was dressed in short sleeved t-shirt with "Iron Maiden" on the front, tight skinny blue jeans held up by a studded black leather belt and high black leather boots. A leather choker graced her slender neck along with her ID on a blue lanyard. Such a pretty striking girl. I saw enjoy being her, however briefly. Raising her right hand high Ellana brought it down on a swift chop on the girls neck, right above her choker. The girl let out a brief cute cry of pain as she collapsed onto her side unconscious, dropping her screwdriver. Reacting quickly Ellana took the technician's ankles dragging her out of sight behind a row of crates.


Stripping off her soldier uniform, Ellana knelt by the unconscious girl kissing her inviting lips assuming her form as she removed the girls jewellery and accessories. " Monette Déspues, 25, sound technician. She has a weakness for woman in uniform and has a soldier fiancée who's been deployed to the Equestrian Centre. They are due to get married after the games. Interesting, Monette also fronts her own punk band The Iron Ladies. Her parents don't approve of her life choices." Ellana said has she put on Monette's Jewellery and piercings before unzipping her boots. Once the boots where off, she unbelted the woman's jeans working them past the hips, down her long legs then whipped off her red lace G-string thong exposing a small clean shaven clitoris. Once she had pulled on the underwear and jeans, belting them Ellana held up Monette's t-shirt pulling it up over her admiring her lush c-cup breasts with dark pink perky areolas and navel piercing. After inserting in the navel piercing Ellana quickly dressed in the rest of Monette's clothes, zipping up the boots looping the ID over her head, putting the gold medals in her jeans pocket. Now fully attired she tore up Anaïs' undervest binding and gagging the naked petite woman before tipping her inside an open crate, taking note of her small pert buttocks, as she threw in the soldiers uniform and rifle sealing the crate shut. Taking a deep breath, Ellana proceeded into the Place using Monette's memories to find the athletes locker room.


Place de la Concorde Locker Room 12:46pm

Columbian B-girl Manuela Aguilera took deep breaths as she steadied her nerves, preparing for her first olympic games. This is it Manuela from Bogotá to Paris. All of Colombia, no the world is watching. No pressure. Using the space she decided to break off some last minute warm up moves. An attractive girl of 18, Manuela had tanned diamond shaped features, with high cheekbones and bright almond shaped hazel eyes. Her light brown medium length hair braided into a ponytail. She was dressed a bright yellow Team Colombia hoodie with loose fitting black pants and laced red sneakers. The sound of the door opening and closing behind her disrupted her dancing. She turned irritably to see a purple haired punk woman cocking her head at her, her ID giving her name as "Monette Déspues, sound technician." Manuela put her hands on her hips. "Should you be in here? This is for athletes only." The girl just flashed her a smile raising her right hand. "Nice moves there. But I bet I could better..." Before Manuela could react the sound technician struck her on the side of her neck. She let out a pained squeak as she was rendered unconscious by the blow.


Taking the dancers weight as she fell forwards, Ellana laid her onto the floor removing Monette's clothes. Then taking the athlete in her arms she assumed her form unfastening her trousers. "Manuela Aguilera, 18, Colombian B-girl. She's a kid from the barios of Bogotá and used to run drugs. At 16 she escaped that life and discovered break dancing. She now campaigns tirelessly to get kids off the streets and into sports. Manuela hopes to be a positive role model. She's very anti gang." After adopting the girls ponytail Ellana pulled the hoodie up over her head along with her multicoloured camisole exposing her small youthful A-cup breasts with full puffy pink areolas. Letting the half naked girl flop back down onto the ground, Ellana unlaced Manuela's sneakers then pulled off her loose fit trousers before whipping off her matching thong revealing a full womanhood topped with a small trimmed triangle of light brown fuzz. Once she had finished dressing in Manuela's clothes, Ellana bound the girl with torn strips from Monette's t-shirt then gagged her with the lanyard then picking her up under her shoulders dragged the petite naked dancer to her locker, stashing her inside along with Monette's clothes. Putting the medals into her trousers pocket, Ellana swept from the locker room. Let's dance and give the olympics a proper send off.


Place de la Concorde 13:20pm


After watching the athletes from the Ukraine and Morocco break out some impressive moves, it was Ellana's turn. Smiling as she bounded onto the stage to a rapturous applause, Ellana put her plan into motion. I will feign an injury about a couple of minutes in. The agents will notice this as me screwing up and should intercept me at some point. Clearing her mind as the music started to echo around the place, she began her routine. Using the girl's memories along with her knowledge of Hentari, the Zenobian dance martial art, Ellana pulled off some impressive moves that delighted the crowd making whoop and cheer, the loudest coming from the Colombians. Then two minutes into her routine Ellana slipped and fell onto the stage, letting out a shriek of pain for effect. Suddenly the Place became deathly still as two French paramedics ran onto the stage with a stretcher. "Are you okay, Mademoiselle?" Asked a young woman as she and her male counterpart lowered the stretcher. "My ankle! I think my ankles gone, agh!" The male looked concerned as they carried her into the stretcher. "We should contact the Colombians at the village, alert their physiotherapist." The female nodded as they wheeled Ellana off the stage into a waiting ambulance. Before the doors closed Ellana could have sworn she saw the flash of black suits in the crowd.


Olympic Village Medical Wing 13:50pm


"That's strange the therapist is running late. I wonder what's keeping her?" Said the pretty assistant physiotherapist who's name was Abby Garcia according to her ID card. She was an attractive girl with tanned features and long brown hair tied into a ponytail. She was dressed in a blue short sleeve polo shirt with Colombia in yellow on the back, red tracksuit bottoms and black sneakers. Ellana had considered assuming her form but she wanted to feel what is was like to be injured. Besides, it's all part of the plan. Ellana rested on her elbow turning to face the girl. "Is she usually late like this? I hope there isn't a problem. " Abby shook her head. "No something doesn't feel right. Please excuse me, Señorita Aguilera. I will go look for her." Turning on her heel, the girl left the room. Ellana grinned. "Oh I can think of one reason on what's keeping her."



Agent L knelt over the unconscious half naked body of one Maria Alvarez an attractive brunette with jet black hair tied into a bun, the Colombian team physiotherapist as she unlaced the woman's yellow tracksuit bottoms whipping them off her body. Leaving her dressed in only her nude coloured sports bra and matching thong. As L got dressed in the rest of the woman's tracksuit; matching jacket with blue stripe, red t-shirt and white sneakers, she glanced at her partner M who was standing guard peeking through the ajar door of the broom cupboard. "And here comes the assistant now. Just a minute, boss." L watched as her blonde partner sprang from the broom cupboard for a moment before returning with a struggling young brunette girl, who she had in a chokehold a hand clamped over her mouth to muffle her panicked whimpering. "Shhh!" Easy girl. Just relax into it, don't fight it." M said soothingly into the girls ear as she applied pressure to the girl's throat, using her arm to cut off blood flow to the woman's brain. L, now fully dressed in Maria's clothes saw the girls eyes roll into the back of her head as she slumped unconscious in M's embrace. "There's a good girl. I'am sorry about this...Abby. But needs must." M gently lowered the girl onto the floor of the cupboard, then stripped off her suit. "Slick moves, rookie. You took her down gently. It's what I expected from a dropper from the 101st." M smiled at her boss as she unlaced Abby's sneakers, then pulled down her tracksuit bottoms revealing her cream lace shorts. " And that thing you did with the physiotherapist? The pressure point press to the neck? Never seen anything like that. Impressive. You were 1st Force Recon, USMC right?" L smiled as she watched M pull off Abby's polo shirt revealing B-cup breasts enveloped by a matching tube bra. "Yep, scout sniper. Two years Iraqi Freedom and a couple in Afghanistan before I got recruited. I tell you rookie I may miss the corps, but I love this job." After M had pulled on Abby's clothes including the ID, the two women bound and gagged the scantily clad Colombians with duct tape, then left the bound women in darkness.



Has the door to her room opened Ellana smiled as she saw two familiar faces enter the room. "No need for the crappy disguises, agents. I know it's you. And don't worry I'am not going anywhere. How are you, old friends? This summer has been a wild ride hasn't it?" Ellana was surprised to see L smile but M remained sullen. "Doing well princess. And odd as this sounds, I have enjoyed chasing you around the world. Fitting that we meet you here in Paris...again." M however held up her hand. "Save the pleasantries, Ellana. You kissed me and stole my clothes!" Ellana shared a look with L then back with M laughing. "Come now, Martha. Admit it, you enjoyed the kiss and besides I put you and V, oh I mean Victoria, together. How is she by the way? Still in therapy?" M's face went bright red as she turned to L who said. "Relax rookie. I kinda had an idea." M stuttered over her words. "How do you..." L let out an exasperated breath. "Come on rooke. Do you think you are the only one who is in love? The only one who isn't in love is our Princess here." Looking wistfully for a second, Ellana quickly changed the subject.


"Well I really enjoyed your "Olympic Games." I won two golds by the way. But you guys made it memorable. When I saw you in those stolen uniforms in Naples, I was sort of impressed but it was still pretty amateurish. I didn't think you had it in you, but you really have upped your game. I applaud you." L tilted her head smiling as she took the the compliment. "Well we have a saying here on Earth; If you can't beat them, join them." Ellana grinned widely. "I like the sound of that." M cleared her throat. "As much I appreciate all this small talk. We need to get her out of here before they find those two girls." Ellana glanced at L cocking her head. " Yes. How do you propose to get me out of here? Forgive me but you two don't look exactly.... Colombian?" M shook her head. "Nothings ever simple with her. Is it?" Rolling her eyes, L cuffed her partner upside the head before retrieving her neuralyser. "Then it's a good thing I brought this then. Isn't it?" Gingerly rubbing her head M took Ellana's gurney wheeling her out of the room, followed closely by L.

ESPN WEEKLY SPORTS REPORT


CHAOS AT THE PARIS OLYMPICS


By Lottie Smith, at the Olympic Games


Many questions are abound today after officials from the Paris games confirm that a mystery illness as sprang amongst female Olympians, leaving many of the Olympiads best and brightest athletes in quarantine. The outbreak of the mystery illness, which hasn't been named nor do we have any news of the possible symptoms, as already claimed at least 14 athletes from across the whole range of olympic competition, including two gold medal winners. Many exciting young athletes have had their olympics curtailed by the mystery bug. Prospects like Australian swimmer Bryce Anderson, 18, and Asuka Takeshi, 19 a talented Judoka from Japan, herself a gold medal winner.


Olympic officials have refused to confirm rumours that this may be another COVID outbreak, like the one in Moscow back in March. "The last I checked, COVID doesn't discriminate between genders so I will refuse to give credence to those rumours." Said Yves Dubois, head of the Paris Olympic staff. He later had this to say. "I would like to reassure that the olympics in Paris are the safest in living memory. I would urge people to go out and cheer on the athletes." When questioned about the updated security arrangements following the opening ceremony fire, Mr Dubois said. "We have been working closely with the DGSE and the Ministry of Defence to ensure the safety of both fans and athletes during the games. The presence of the Armée Français is merely a precaution to ensure that a repeat of the opening ceremony wouldn't happen again. And I wish to put to bed rumours that the fire may have been the result of terrorists or anti-olympic subversives. It was nothing but a tragic accident brought on by one clumsy athlete. That is all." When ESPN tried to request an interview with Ms Isabelle Du Plessis, the final torchbeaer we were denied by hospital staff who she was being treated for "stress brought on by the fire."


Officials from the World Health Organisation were on hand to reassure staff, athletes and fans that there was no danger. They since been treating the women of their infections. We at ESPN wish them a speedy recovery.


For more on the Olympic Games, including the current medal table, turn to pages 145-152.

Wow, what a great story. I could not keep court of how many woman Ellana knocked out! It was one after the other after the other. And we get more knockouts by the MiB team! Hope the neurilizer has good battery. The MiB team will need to wipe a lot of women's memories.

In no particular order, here are the scenes I found particular wonderful.

The scene with Yvette the maid was fantastic. Something great about Ellana making a comment that confused the woman then delivering a good old hard blow to her neck. Love to imagine pretty Yvette failing limping into Ellana's waiting arms. I have to say as much as I love the Zenobian Neck Pinch the Zenobian Neck Chop is fantastic too. It is wonderful that Ellana knows just the right spot and technique to strike a woman's neck to send a massive shock to her nervous system and instantly knocks her out.

While not a pinch or chop scene, I have to say the scene with Anaïs was really sexy. It starts with a caress of the woman's check which of course we know has released Ellana's pheromones thereby basically entrancing and arousing Anaïs. Then we get Ellana in her sexy stolen form straddling the pretty blonde on the toilet seat. With a kiss she puts Anaïs to sleep. I also liked how Anaïs even started taking off her shirt.

And of course we still got a lot of great pinch scenes. Loved the Nathalie as it is of course the old "cigarette break" ambush.

Also, the Aleksandra scene was perfect in so many ways. First off it is the old "grabbed from the bushes" attack. A classic. I also loved how your described it "Grasping the terrified girls throat, Ellana quickly pinched on the vulnerable points ending the girls whimpers with a short cute squeak, the girl slumping unconscious against Ellana's body."

Indeed "the vulnerable points" that when pinched will render an woman unconscious with no problem.

We also learn that Agent L has some kind of pressure point press technique. Looking forward to seeing more of that.

I also really liked M's talking to Abby as she used the sleeperhold on her especially ""There's a good girl. I'am sorry about this...Abby."

So much great stuff in this chapter!

meditions142 wrote: Mon Apr 29, 2024 10:24 am Wow, what a great story. I could not keep court of how many woman Ellana knocked out! It was one after the other after the other. And we get more knockouts by the MiB team! Hope the neurilizer has good battery. The MiB team will need to wipe a lot of women's memories.

In no particular order, here are the scenes I found particular wonderful.

The scene with Yvette the maid was fantastic. Something great about Ellana making a comment that confused the woman then delivering a good old hard blow to her neck. Love to imagine pretty Yvette failing limping into Ellana's waiting arms. I have to say as much as I love the Zenobian Neck Pinch the Zenobian Neck Chop is fantastic too. It is wonderful that Ellana knows just the right spot and technique to strike a woman's neck to send a massive shock to her nervous system and instantly knocks her out.

While not a pinch or chop scene, I have to say the scene with Anaïs was really sexy. It starts with a caress of the woman's check which of course we know has released Ellana's pheromones thereby basically entrancing and arousing Anaïs. Then we get Ellana in her sexy stolen form straddling the pretty blonde on the toilet seat. With a kiss she puts Anaïs to sleep. I also liked how Anaïs even started taking off her shirt.

And of course we still got a lot of great pinch scenes. Loved the Nathalie as it is of course the old "cigarette break" ambush.

Also, the Aleksandra scene was perfect in so many ways. First off it is the old "grabbed from the bushes" attack. A classic. I also loved how your described it "Grasping the terrified girls throat, Ellana quickly pinched on the vulnerable points ending the girls whimpers with a short cute squeak, the girl slumping unconscious against Ellana's body."

Indeed "the vulnerable points" that when pinched will render an woman unconscious with no problem.

We also learn that Agent L has some kind of pressure point press technique. Looking forward to seeing more of that.

I also really liked M's talking to Abby as she used the sleeperhold on her especially ""There's a good girl. I'am sorry about this...Abby."

So much great stuff in this chapter!

Thanks my friend, I'am glad you enjoyed it. I think that's a record for Ellana about 11 different women knocked out and stripped by Ellana with the MiB team moving to 4 leaving a total of 15! I think by the time they get back to New York the Neuralyser will need to be charged up. Its a good thing they have P and the support team or else they would be bogged down by wiping memories.


It was Yvette's poor luck to run into our favourite Zenobian who kept the poor maid off balance with her confusing small, before she struck. Myself I don't know which I prefer, the quick knock out of the chop which instantly short circuits the nervous system or the pinch with its slower but sexier more intimate action. Unfortunately for Yvette, she drew the short straw.


I just love putting in a classic Zenobian kiss scene and Anaïs fit the bill exactly. A young frustrated soldier tired of her orders is easy pickings for Ellana. Whose pheromones worked like a charm on the young soldier. With straight women it just arouses and entices them making them easy prey but with gay or bisexual women like our soldier, it heightens their sex drive and they are perhaps more easier to subdue. Particularly Anaïs who took off her shirt, ready for more then just second base. It just made Ellana's job more easier. And I love a good straddling scene myself.


Yep, a cigarette break is definitely more hazardous to a woman's health if Ellana happens to be right behind you. As poor Nathalie found out to her cost. Perhaps she might learn a lesson and quit for good.


I'am glad you liked Aleksandra's scene. The grabbed from the bushes technique is a favourite of Ellana's ( and by extension me as well) and I wanted this scene to be both quick and sexy, as she is being pursued by the agents so she needs a rapid disguise. Poor Aleksandra was it and was swiftly grabbed by Ellana, pulled into the bushes while her friend was too busy listening to music. To bad that in her haste Ellana had a slight wardrobe malfunction.


Indeed a quick pressure point squeeze or pinch to the throat is much more efficient to render the woman unconscious then a punch out.


Yep, it will feature in some of the later stories as a marine spec ops technique to quickly render enemy sentries unconscious. Of course our former leatherneck L will be more then happy to demonstrate it. And pass that knowledge on to our former paratrooper M. We will also see the introduction( or the return) of the MiB stun blaster, utilised by our agents to put down women in more overt circumstances.


Yeah, M despite wanting to capture Ellana so badly doesn't like harming civilians like this, especially women and stealing her clothes. I wanted to reflect this in her dialogue. Neither does L but both know as former military and now MiB, that its necessary for them to disguise themselves to track Ellana effectively. If the ends justify means so be it. A few eggs must be cracked to make that omelette and the fact that they were able to get to Ellana in disguise proves their point. They do what they have to do.


Thanks again my friend. I'am really glad you enjoyed it and I appreciate the compliments. Onto Chapter 23 we go!

Stormtrooper1990 wrote: Mon Apr 29, 2024 11:08 am
Myself I don't know which I prefer, the quick knock out of the chop which instantly short circuits the nervous system or the pinch with its slower but sexier more intimate action.

Yep, it will feature in some of the later stories as a marine spec ops technique to quickly render enemy sentries unconscious. Of course our former leatherneck L will be more then happy to demonstrate it. And pass that knowledge on to our former paratrooper M. We will also see the introduction( or the return) of the MiB stun blaster, utilised by our agents to put down women in more overt circumstances.

The age old debate, Zenobian Pinch versus Zenobian chop. They both involve a powerful attack on the woman's nervous system. The chop causes an instant shock to the nervous system. The woman is knocked out even before her body falls into Ellana's waiting arms. The pinch on the other hand causes a disruption to the woman's nervous system still causing unconsciousness quickly but not as quickly as the chop.

Glad to hear that L and M will actually have to continue knocking out women. I like the sound of a "technique to quickly render enemy sentries unconscious". So perhaps in future stories M and L might need to deal with sentries? That could be a lot of fun!

meditions142 wrote: Mon Apr 29, 2024 11:48 am

Stormtrooper1990 wrote: Mon Apr 29, 2024 11:08 am
Myself I don't know which I prefer, the quick knock out of the chop which instantly short circuits the nervous system or the pinch with its slower but sexier more intimate action.

Yep, it will feature in some of the later stories as a marine spec ops technique to quickly render enemy sentries unconscious. Of course our former leatherneck L will be more then happy to demonstrate it. And pass that knowledge on to our former paratrooper M. We will also see the introduction( or the return) of the MiB stun blaster, utilised by our agents to put down women in more overt circumstances.

The age old debate, Zenobian Pinch versus Zenobian chop. They both involve a powerful attack on the woman's nervous system. The chop causes an instant shock to the nervous system. The woman is knocked out even before her body falls into Ellana's waiting arms. The pinch on the other hand causes a disruption to the woman's nervous system still causing unconsciousness quickly but not as quickly as the chop.

Glad to hear that L and M will actually have to continue knocking out women. I like the sound of a "technique to quickly render enemy sentries unconscious". So perhaps in future stories M and L might need to deal with sentries? That could be a lot of fun!

I think it depends on the situation Ellana finds herself in. In a situation like Aleksandra's with her partner close by, the intimacy of the pinch allowed Ellana to effectively control the struggling girl by dragging into the bushes, and applying the pinch while keeping an eye on her surroundings. In the case of Yvette were they were alone and Ellana had clearly wrongfooted the maid, the chop allowed Ellana to take her out quickly and silently before she could put 2+2 together. They are both effective means for dealing with women and Ellana is adaptable in her techniques. Personally I prefer the close intimate sexiness of the pinch.



Indeed, Ellana herself will be exploring some highly secure places coming up and our agents will encounter guards who despite doing their jobs have to be dealt with, so they can acquire their uniforms. Whether through the covert chokes and pressure points or the more overt stun blasts. So watch this space.

Stormtrooper1990 wrote: Mon Apr 29, 2024 12:12 pm Indeed, Ellana herself will be exploring some highly secure places coming up and our agents will encounter guards who despite doing their jobs have to be dealt with, so they can acquire their uniforms. Whether through the covert chokes and pressure points or the more overt stun blasts. So watch this space.

Love that concept "our agents will encounter guards who despite doing their jobs have to be dealt with, so they can acquire their uniforms." Basically, the guards are working for the "good guys" but still because of the nature of the situation the agents will need to take them out.

Very much looking forward to seeing how M's pressure point press works and where precisely on the woman's body she ends up pressing.

Absolutely looking forward to the upcoming stories!

meditions142 wrote: Mon Apr 29, 2024 12:30 pm

Stormtrooper1990 wrote: Mon Apr 29, 2024 12:12 pm Indeed, Ellana herself will be exploring some highly secure places coming up and our agents will encounter guards who despite doing their jobs have to be dealt with, so they can acquire their uniforms. Whether through the covert chokes and pressure points or the more overt stun blasts. So watch this space.

Love that concept "our agents will encounter guards who despite doing their jobs have to be dealt with, so they can acquire their uniforms." Basically, the guards are working for the "good guys" but still because of the nature of the situation the agents will need to take them out.

Very much looking forward to seeing how M's pressure point press works and where precisely on the woman's body she ends up pressing.

Absolutely looking forward to the upcoming stories!

Indeed, our agents may not enjoy what they do to these guards, they are on the same side but they have to them out because of the necessity of their situation.


I won't spoil it as it will feature in the next story but I can confirm that it involves the neck too.

That's good to hear!

It's was interesting arc story, she's learn a lot of about Earth sport, but all games sometimes ended, so she's surrender and now ready see what's be next, nice ending, my friend