Ellana's Cultural Studies on Humanity Chapter 37:- On Human Government Palaces Pt7 Rashtrapati Bhavan

[Stormtrooper1990]

After my successful investigation of the Madrid Royal Palace I found myself bound on a connecting diplomatic flight to New Delhi, the capital of the human nation of India, in the guise of diplomat Radha Patil. At first I didn't have a plan exactly I was just excited by the prospect of exploring a new exotic locale. It was to be my morning meeting with the British Ambassador to India that would gift me an exciting opportunity. There was to be something called an "Arms Deal" between the Prime Minister of Great Britain and the Indian President. Of course we have no such practices on Zenobia, since all our tools of war are handmade by artisans in our galaxy famous artisan craft houses and shipyards. We have no need to trade in weapons, so I was intrigued. What I would discover is that this wasn't popular amongst the local population and they were quick to take to the streets to vent their anger. This would provide me with a means to enter the Rashtrapati Bhavan, the Royal Palace of India. But as always my old friends in the MiB, where soon on my heels faster than ever before...


Dr Ellana Xenoanthropological Society


The British Embassy, New Delhi, Sunday 14th September 2024 11:20am


"So the PM himself will be at the Rashtrapati Bhavan to sign off on the arms deal with President Murma this afternoon at twenty past one. Apparently the Indians want more of our mothballed destroyers. As if the Royal Navy as any to spare as it is, but that's politics after all." There was a collective laugh from the assembled staff in the conference room of the British Embassy, at Ambassador Sir Dominic Cooper's joke. He was a middle aged blonde male, handsome by human standards. Ellana herself didn't get the punchline. Letting the laughter die down, he continued. "While this may not affect us directly, we should be prepared just in case the PM needs any additional oil to grease the wheels. And our contact in the New Delhi police informed us that they are expecting protests around the Rashtrapati, so avoid travelling there." Ellana sitting closest to the ambassador shot her hand up. "Could I go down to this arms deal?" Silence descended on the crowd as the Ambassador fixed her with a cold stare, unimpressed at being interrupted by a lowly diplomat. "I'am sorry but who are you again?" Ellana cleared her throat. "Ms Radha Patil, I have only just arrived this morning from Madrid." The ambassador shook his head. "Well Ms Patil, the PM as enough aides as it is. Besides, as I understand it you only got posted here because you came highly recommended and we were short staffed. You are merely a low level aide nothing more." Ellana sat back in her chair folding her arms across her chest. "There's no need to be that rude about it." She grumbled drawing a hushed sigh from the staff. Ignoring her, Ambassador Cooper ploughed on with his briefing. Ellana spent the rest of the meeting drawing an amusing caricature of Cooper getting his arms pulled off by Kremm.


10 minutes later


Thankful to be out of that meeting, Ellana hung back allowing the group to disperse down the corridor weighing up her next move. Well no bureaucratic shill will stop me getting to this palace, the Rashtrapati Bhavan. I don't need his permission to attend this arms deal. I just need a new face. As she scanned the now deserted corridor, Ellana noticed a pretty Indian maid nearby dusting the portrait of one of the past ambassadors. Looking up from her cleaning the girl flashed her a sympathetic smile. She was a pretty little thing with tanned rounded features, subtle cheekbones and big almond shaped brown eyes. Her long dark brown hair, under her frilly white lace hat, was braided into a traditional ponytail. She was wearing a grey short sleeve uniform dress, embellished with a white lace collar and cuffs, matching apron tied around her slim waist and brown sensible flat shoes. A drab ensemble but one that should get me out of this embassy and onto the streets. I can update my look from there and catch a cab to the Rashtrapati Bhavan. Flashing the girl a smile back, Ellana saw her disappear into a nearby broom cupboard. Grinning widely she followed her inside.



Maid Devika Bakshi sighed as she searched the shelves of the broom cupboard for a clean feather duster. It's hard to believe that the British once controlled half the known world and yet they can't keep me or the maids supplied with feather dusters. How do they expect me to do my job? It's one of the reasons why my parents don't like me working here. They would probably disown me if I introduced them to my beloved Chris. What?! Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted by the sensation of a hand clamping around her mouth to muffled her cry of surprise. Paralysed with fear, Devika merely whimpered. "Shh! My dear. I should thank you for going into the broom cupboard first. Saves me having to drag you inside." Hissed a woman's voice in her ear as a hand grasped Devika's throat, pinching both vulnerable sides of the maids pretty neck. Letting a muffled squeak of pain, Devika felt her eyes rolling back into her skull as she slumped unconscious in Ellana's arms. "Let's get you naked my dear girl." She said lowering the maid to the floor.


Stripping out of the clothing she had taken from Radha Patil, Ellana knelt by the unconscious maid taking her into her arms assuming her form with a kiss. "Devika Bakshi, 22, British Embassy Maid. She as a secret lover, surprise surprise, in the Embassy a mid level male staffer. They are both single and very much in love but Devika hasn't told her parents yet, they don't approve of her working at the embassy." Ellana removed the maids hat, untying the apron from around her waist before adopting her ponytail. Rolling Devika onto her side she slipped off the girl's shoes then unbuttoned her uniform dress from the rear, peeling the garment from the maids tanned petite form leaving the maid clad only in her solid white t-shirt bra enveloping her C-cup breasts and matching thong. Unclasping Devika's bra, Ellana pulled it free from the maids shoulders admiring her buoyant breasts with full puffy dark brown areolas then she whipped off the girls thing from between her thighs revealing a small womanhood crowned with a thick trimmed triangle of dark brown hair. After putting on the maids underwear, Ellana stepped into the uniform dress buttoning it up. Once she fully dressed she took some duct tape from the shelf taping up the girls wrists and ankles, gagging her. Straightening out her stolen uniform Ellana stepped over Devika's bound naked body sweeping from the broom cupboard. Using the maids memories she made her way out the service entrance into the alley beyond.


Alley beside the British Embassy 11:40am



My next step is to replace a local woman and use her money to hail a cab to the palace. Hmm? It seems I don't have to wait too long. Ellana thought as she looked down the alley to see a young Indian woman stop at the mouth of the alley, to answer her cell phone. Ducking behind a dumpster, Ellana quickly appraised her. She was an attractive woman with lightly tanned diamond shaped features, high cheekbones and bright hazel eyes light brown hair tied into an elegant knot. Her slender neck graced by a silver pendant with matching dangling earrings. Her slim petite form hugged by a cream pantsuit, underneath which was a blue low cut tank top, and cream high heels. A black leather handbag looped over her shoulder. Much better than this maids uniform and she's bound to have money. I do like it when humans distract themselves like this, makes my work all the more easier. Chuckling she crept low sneaking upon the distracted woman, catching back end of her conversation.




" What if they don't like me sweetheart? I mean I'am just a lowly passport control officer working at the British embassy. And theyare from money." Sighed Jaswinder Kaur as she heard the soothing voice of her fiancé Arjan. "Honey, don't worry. My parents are not all that bad. Just use the same charm you used on me and you have nothing to worry about." Jaswinder smiled at his reassuring words. "Thanks, Arjan. I needed to hear that. Well I need to head to work. See you tonight, love you." Hanging up her phone, Jaswinder suddenly felt a hand clamp over her mouth to muffle her cry of surprise knocking her smartphone from her hands dragging her into the alley. "That's a nice suit, dear. It's mine now along with everything else." A young female voice whispered into her ear grasping her throat, pinching the sides of her neck. Letting out a muffled aroused squeak, Jaswinder slumped unconscious into her attackers arms as she was pulled behind the dumpster.


After propping the unconscious woman against the dumpster, Ellana shed the maids uniform then kneeling beside her she assumed her form with a kiss removing her jewellery. "Jaswinder Kaur, 29, Passport Control Officer British Embassy. The call was from her fiancé and it's about the dinner she's going to have with his parents. Jaswinder is nervous about tonight and of making a poor first impression. Since his mum as a reputation for being formidable." Putting on Jaswinder's jewellery copying her knot, Ellana removed her high heels before unfastening her suit jacket slipping it off her shoulders. Holding up the woman's arms, Ellana pulled off her tank top up over her head before reaching around her back unhooking her low cut blue lace bra. Snapping on the lace bra Ellana admired Jaswinder's perky B-cup breasts with circular brown areolas as she unbuttoned the woman's trousers. Then working the garment from around her hips she peeled them down her long tanned legs followed by her matching tanga thong revealing a full clitoris decorated by a thin trimmed strip of chestnut hair. Once she was dressed in Jaswinder's suit, Ellana tore up the maids apron binding and gagging Jaswinder's naked petite form. Scooping up the bound woman in her arms she tipped her body into the dumpster, getting a good glimpse of Jaswinder's pert plum shaped buttocks as she tossed in the remains of the maids uniform, slamming the lid shut. Looping the woman's handbag over her shoulder, Ellana retrieved the woman's smart phone leaving the alley.


Seeing a curious little vehicle that was a cross between a bike and scooter, that was called a tuk tuk according to Jaswinder's memories, Ellana jumped inside. "The Rashtrapati Bhavan, please." The driver turned to her. "I won't be able to get to close what with the protests outside and the police, miss." Ellana leaned back into her seat. "You let me worry about that. I will pay well." Shrugging the man put the little vehicle into gear weaving through the bustling crowds.


Indira Gandhi International Airport Same Moment


"So Paddy told you to meet him here, boss? You know that means he won't be here for another couple of hours." M said as she leaned against the hood of their flying sedan. L was slightly ahead of her scanning the skies above the runway for signs of the transport plane with her binoculars. "That's exactly what he said. He also mentioned about a couple of surprises, knowing Paddy it could well be anything." The two agents had been in India since N had tracked the phone of Radha Patil to the British Embassy in New Delhi, they had flown ahead as they always do. But decided to wait for their support, having learned their lessons from London. Before M could utter a reply, L called her over. "Here rookie! Take a look out by the left runway!" Handing her the range finders, M peered through. "Wait! I see it! Is that what I think it is?" L smiled nodding. "Ohh yeah! He's finally got one!" Both agents saw the speck in the skies get closer and closer until it resembled a large black dart, the roar from it's dual engines was deafening. Then it's speed began to slow as it neared the ground, coming to rest only 6 feet away from the agents. Looking at each other grinning, they watched as the dart began to morph and change shape to that of a large custom black Mercedes Sprinter the MiB logo newly printed on its body. The door then slid open open to reveal a beaming P.



"What do you think about my new wheels!?" He said walking towards them with his arms out wide. "She flies at supersonic speed. Has a brand new coffee machine and most important of all. It has a microwave! No more ordering takeout and neuralysing the delivery guy!" The agents looked with amazement at P's brand new tech van. "How did you wrangle that, Paddy? You know that you can't requisition a box of staples without having to sign for it in triplicate." L asked as she scanned the sleek lines of the vehicle. Next to her M nodded. "It's true. V told me it took her a week to get a box of paper clips after signing three forms. By the time she got them, she no longer needed them." P winked at them. "I had a friend in the motor pool who owes me big time. I give him a call and stressed the importance of loyalty. She's a beauty isn't she?" L nodded in appreciation. "So what's the latest?"


P still grinning led them into the van. "Well Ms Patil has been awake for a while and has already been processed by MiB Spain, she didn't tell us anything we didn't already know. But you two know what that means?" L nodded as she looked to the three other agents. "So have we figured out where she's heading next?" Agent N turned in his seat. "Well...um...there's an arms deal going down between the British and the Indians at the Rashtrapati Bhavan mediated by the Swedish. That's the Indian royal palace." His voice trailed away nervously as K next to him flashed him a sympathetic look before turning from her station. "All the leaders will be present. So following her previous MO, we concurred that she will be there." P looked at them. "We also have another problem. There's a massive protest at the gates of the palace. A real melting pot of nationalists and pacifists so that makes getting in and getting Ellana out will be a challenge." L took a deep breath. "One thing at a time, Paddy. Let's get this show on the road." Feeling roar of the engine at her navel, L felt the familiar anticipation of the chase to come.


500 metres from the Rashtrapati Bhavan 12:20pm


"This is as close as I can get you miss. I'am not prepared to drive through a crowd of angry protesters!" The driver to the tuk tuk yelled over the din of humanity as they neared the crowd. Ellana's eyes opened in surprise. There are more humans here than at the marches in Hong Kong. And there are more police.. Getting off the small vehicle, Ellana paid her driver who flashed him a smile before departing. Turning her attention to the crowd, she weighed up her options. I need to get through this crowd and into the palace. So an updated look is in order. And there is plenty to pick from. I just need to get one of these females into one of these alleys...There were many females to choose from; young pretty protesters and even an attractive long auburn haired, blue eyed BBC journalist wearing a red buttoned blouse, cream chinos and brown flat shoes interviewing protesters. I could replace her. That press pass should get me into the palace but she's surrounded by two other humans, a cameraman and her editor so pulling her away is impossible... Walking a little further into the crowd, Ellana became attracted by the sound of a young human man standing on a raised platform yelling into a loud speaker. "No to war! No to British Guns! Go home Sunak!" Around him crowds chanted and cheered him. All including to Ellana's interest a young Indian girl who was trailing the crowd, alone and fairly isolated her back to an alley. Grinning she appraised the girl creeping silently towards her.


She was a comely young Indian with tanned rounded features, slender cheekbones and big grey eyes framed by long silken dark brown hair, partly covered by a dark bandana hung around her shoulders. Her slender petite form emphasised by a black tank top, with the face of former Indian President Mahatma Gandhi flashed across her chest, tight blue denim jeans shorts and black sneakers. A filigree choker hugged her throat with pierced ears and nose. Yes. She's perfect, with her face and clothes I can move this crowd and get closer to the palace. Come to Ellana little thing. She thought as she clamped a hand over the distracted girl, muffling her screams as she dragged her from the safety of the crowd into the alley legs weakly kicking. "Shh! Girl to sleep." Leaning against the the wall Ellana hissed into the terrified girls ear grasping her slender throat applying the pinch to her pretty neck. The girls whimpers ceased turning into a muffled pained squeak as she slumped unconscious into Ellana's arms. "All in a day's work." She whispered, as she dragged the girl behind a dumpster. Her disappearance not even registering with the bustling crowd.



Stripping off her stolen suit, Ellana knelt by unconscious girl taking her into her arms planting a kiss on her young lips pulling off her bandana." Parminder Gupta, 18, Student of History and Protestor. She's from a long line of activists; her mum, father, and grandparents on her mother's side all protested about one thing or another. She isn't particularly fond of the British, like her family. Her heroes are Mahatma Gandhi and his daughter Indira." Ellana said as she removed the girls piercings and jewellery putting them on herself before leaning the girl's body against her, pulling her tank top up over her head to reveal youthful slightly pointed A-cup breasts with puffy brown areolas and a dangling navel piercing. After taking out the girls piercing inserting it in, Ellana let Parminder's half naked body flop back onto the tarmac unlacing her sneakers, slipping the footwear from her small feet then unbuttoning her jeans shorts. She whipped the shorts off her slender hips down her long tanned legs along with her solid black g-string thong, revealing a small brown womanhood decorated with a thick trimmed strip of dark brown pubic hair and pert plum shaped buttocks. Ellana quickly dressed in Parminder's clothes, tying on the bandana. Once she was fully dressed, she tore up Jaswinder's tank top binding and gagging the protesters young naked form then scooping her up into her arms Ellana tipped her into the dumpster, tossing in the remains of Jaswinder's suit in with her. Slamming down the lid, Ellana swept from the alley melting into the angry crowd.


Same Moment, the Palace Entrance


"Are you sure these fake IDs are going to work, boss?" Whispered M as the agents approached the police line, L rolled her eyes as she readied her fake CNN credentials. "Secure those negative waves, rookie. N is the best in digital forensics and a master at these fake IDs or so P tells me. Besides we have the neuralyser." Looking a little reassured, M readied her ID. Nearing a young attractive riot cop they flashed them catching a faint odour of tobacco from the woman. "Linda Gibson, CNN. This my assistant Martha Crowley. We are here to report on the trade deal." The woman nodded glancing at their IDs a bored look at her face. "Report to the front gate and state your names. Now please move along." She said gesturing to the front gates with her head. Flashing her a polite smile, the agents made their way to a young indian police officer standing at the gates with a checklist. "Identification please." He asked as the agents handed them over his brow furrowing slightly in confusion. "I'am sorry but there seems to be some error. You two are not on the list." Glancing at each other, they put on their sunglasses before L took out her neuralyser. "Excuse me, officer. If you look into this red light it should clear everything up." With the mans attention fixed, L pressed the activation button flashing the officer his eyes glazing over with a vacant expression. L smiled. "We were both last minute additions which is why we don't appear on that list. I apologise for the confusion." The young officer let out a frustrated sigh. "Well that explains everything, I'am always the last to informed of these things. Here are your passes, have a pleasant afternoon." Standing aside he let them past. "There are times I really like the neuralyser, boss." M said replacing her glasses into her suit pocket walking through the palaces opulent entrance. L nodded grinning. "Remind me to tell you about the time I used it to get out of a parking ticket." She chuckled before fixing her partner with a determined look. "Now we just bide our time and wait for Ellana to come to us."


10 minutes Later Police Cordon 25m from the Palace Entrance


Making her way towards the palace, Ellana had found that she could go no further. She had come to the police cordon a line of police officers clad in blue mottled urban camouflage fatigues, their shoulder flashes and Indian flags marking them out, over which were black kevlar vests, with "Police" on the back, matching gloves, kneepads and laced combat boots. Black riot helmets with glass visors down. They remained impassive as they were booed and jeered by the mob, pausing only to deflect the occasional thrown egg with their shields. Ellana noted that they were armed with square plastic tower shields with "Police" stenciled in white on the front and thick batons. Interesting. Some are female. Well I cannot go past them dressed liked this. But if I were dressed like one of them, that should get me past this line and into the palace... After scanning for five minutes, Ellana noticed a young pretty policewoman in full kit peel off from the police line into an alley clutching a pack of cigarettes. Well never look a gift destrier in the mouth. Humans and their cigarettes...Seeing a connecting alley off to her right, Ellana grinned taking the shortcut to cut the woman off.


Setting her helmet down on a box next to her, Officer Padmavati Patel popped a cigarette into her mouth lighting it. Leaning against the wall she took a long drag, blowing out a steady stream of blue smoke. Oh I needed that. Might not get another chance once those fool protestors start up and I need my mind sharp. I feel sorry for them but they don't realise they are only causing chaos, they will never achieve anything. At 24, Padmavati was a looker with dark tanned slender features, sculptured cheekbones and almond shaped hazel eyes. Her brown hair cut short into a pixie style. Taking another long drag of her cigarette, Padmavati turned to see a young petite girl walk from the direction of the alley, with long darker brown hair approach her a grin on her face. From her clothes, notably the face of the great Mahatma Gandhi flashed on her little bust, Padmavati took her for a protestor. Girl better not try and ask for a cigarette. "What do you want kid? To be arrested? Move along." The girl just cocked her head standing within touching distance, giving the officer the impression she was being sized up. "You know that's probably not the smartest thing you could have done today." She said with a hint of sarcasm. Sneering Padmavati blue a stream of smoke into the girls face which didn't phase her. "What's it to you protestor-ugh!!?" So swift was the neck chop to the right side of her neck, Padmavati only had time to let out a pained yelp, her unconscious body sliding down the wall to land at Ellana's feet legs spread wide. "Because you never know when I might come along, dear." She quipped glancing down at the stricken officer as she began to undress.


Now naked, Ellana knelt by the unconscious riot officer tilting her head up to plant a kiss on her waiting lips, unstrapping her Kevlar vest. "Officer Padmavati Patel, 24, New Delhi Police Force, Riot Response. While she sympathises with the protesters, she has a job to do. Padmavati doesn't approve of them causing chaos and bringing disorder. They are giving Indians everywhere a bad name." After removing the officers vest, gloves, kneepads and unlacing her boots pulling them off along with with black cotton socks, Ellana unbuttoned her uniform fatigue shirt revealing her C-cup breasts covered by a black vest, nipples peaking through the fabric. She pulled the vest up over Padmavati's head revealing well rounded buoyant breasts with full roundel shaped light brown areolas. Slipping on the officers vest, Ellana unfastened her combat trousers working them off her hips peeling them down her long tanned legs, revealing matching black shorts protecting her modesty. What interesting underwear. I have never worn those before. she thought whipping them off to expose a small womanhood topped with a thick trimmed fan of brown pubic hair. Standing over the officers tonic naked athletic form, Ellana pulled on the officers uniform then tearing up Parminder's tank top, she bound the officers wrists and ankles gagging her before dragging her by her ankles towards a waiting dumpster. Picking the policewoman under her arms, Ellana rolled her over the dumpster throwing Parminder's clothes in with her. Slamming the lid shut, Ellana strapped on the woman's riot helmet picking up her weapons as she exited the alley walked back towards the police line.


Police Line 25 metres to the Palace Entrance 5 minutes Later


"Officer Patel?! Where are you going?! Get back in line!" Ellana turned to see a riot sergeant shaking his head, hands on his hips. According to the officers memories, his same was Sergeant Ranjiv Singh her superior. "I was just going into the palace to...erm...reinforce it, sergeant." The sergeant advanced on her. "Have any protesters breached this line, Patel?" He asked sardonically. Ellana shook her head. "Well, no. But they could do, right? Better to be safe than sorry." The sergeant rolled his eyes under his helmet. "This is what I get for allowing you to have a smoke break? More of your smart mouth. If I want your opinion, I will ask for it! Now get back in line!" Grumbling Ellana complied walking back to join the thin blue line of officers facing down the baying crowd.


After 30 minutes of boredom, the only interesting thing Ellana learned was the collection of Indian curse words hurled in her direction along with the occasional egg. Perhaps replacing the cop wasn't the best idea. I need a new form, something to get me into the palace. But the problem is I will be missed if I leave this line. What to do? What to do? Her opportunity came when the fetching BBC reporter from earlier was weaving her way through the crowd, arguing with her two male colleagues. As they neared the police line, Ellana caught a snippet of their discussion with her superior hearing. "Come on Shelby. We really need to go inside or we'll miss the opening ceremony!" Shouted the middled aged balding man wearing glasses at Shelby's shoulder, while the younger male hauling a large camera nodded. "Yeah, tell her Nigel. We will miss the Bollywood dancing girls!" In front of them Shelby turned frustrated. "Ugh! Come on Nigel and you Richard! The real story is here, outside. These "trade deals" always look the same but protests are much more interesting. These people have compelling stories to tell. Besides, boring stuffy politicians are yesterday's news." Nigel sighed shaking his head. "I'am sorry Shelby but our instructions were clear. Report on the deal and see if Sunak decides to leave early again. I'am not staying out here not with the looks we are getting from these protesters. Look, you can interview anyone you want Shelby and who knows maybe grab that Pulitzer. But you will be doing that on your own! Come on Richard." Looking perhaps a little too eager, the two turned on their heels walking past the police officers on the guard after flashing their passes. "Fine! Be like that. I don't need you two anyway. You'll be sorry when I get my award!" The reporter called after them before walking up to an irritated looking Sgt Singh with a grin on her face.



Ellana watched with amusement as Shelby was getting increasingly irate with Sgt Singh who clearly wasn't enjoying himself either. Send her to me, Sergeant. I will be more than happy to give that female an...in depth interview. Her opportunity finally came when Sergeant Singh turned to her. "Officer Patel, why don't you entertain this journalist here? I'am sure she would be delighted to hear everything you have to say." Ellana grinned as the young redheaded reporter approached her. "Is he always such a hard arse?" Ellana shrugged staying in character. "Pretty much, yeah. So wanted an interview?" The woman nodded as the Zenobian reeled her catch in. "Could we go somewhere more private. Away from prying eyes and ears?" The reporter foolishly took the bait. "Of course, officer. Do have somewhere in mind?" Ellana nodded. "An alley not to far from here. Come, let me take you." Shelby bounced on her heels like a child in a sweet shop. "Of course lead the way." Setting down her shield and baton, Ellana led her into the alley where she had met Officer Patel with a smile on her face. Foolish woman, it's all too easy. "So are you ready, Officer Patel?" She asked taking out a small recorder. " I'am Shelby. The real question is are you?" Without giving the reporter a chance to answer, Ellana spun around her right hand raised into a shape of of a blade, striking the woman on the side of her neck. Shelby let out a pained squeak, her recorder falling to the pavement with a clatter as she was rendered instantly unconscious. Catching the woman's weight Ellana lowered her onto the ground onto her side. Kneeling beside her, she caressed the reporters blouse. "It will be lovely being you. Between you and me this gear is stifling." She quipped yanking off her press pass.



After stripping off Officer Patel's riot uniform, Ellana took the unconscious journalist into her arms planting a kiss on her soft lips unbuttoning her blouse. "Shelby Kendall, 28, BBC South Asian Correspondent. She's been up for the Pulitzer three years in a row and has been by her rival from ITV news twice. This time Shelby hopes this is her year since human interest stories are in vogue this year. And this isn't the first time she as ran afoul of her editor, who she hasn't slept with." Putting on Shelby's St Christopher medal, along with her ear studs Ellana slipped off the reporters blouse from her slender shoulders before unhooking her crimson lace push up bra. Letting the half naked Shelby flop back onto the pavement Ellana snapped on the bra, admiring the journalists small but perky B-cup breasts with red rose petal pink areolas. Slipping off Shelby's brown leather flat shoes, she unbelted her cream chinos working them from her hips peeling down her long legs along with the matching tanga thong, exposing a small trimmed womanhood decorated with thin strip of auburn pubic hair and tight pert buttocks. Once she had slipped on the panties, Ellana got dressed in the rest of Shelby's clothes then using the handcuffs from Officer Patel's kit secured her wrists. Tearing up the riot cops vest she bound the reporters wrists together and gagged her. Picking up the naked petite journalist under her shoulders, Ellana dragged her over to the dumpster.


Opening it Ellana found a stirring Officer Patel, who screamed into her gag. "Oh hush, officer. I have some company for you. This is Shelby." She said tipping the unconscious naked woman inside, where she lay slumped next to the struggling naked officer. "Perhaps you can give her that exclusive she wants, but for now. To sleep." Reaching into the dumpster Ellana gripped the officers throat pinching her vulnerable points. The officer let out a muffled squeak slumping unconscious onto Shelby's shoulder. After tossing in the riot uniform and recorder on top of the naked bound women, Ellana snapped shut the dumpster before looping Shelby's brown leather handbag over her shoulder along with the press pass over her head. Smiling she left the alley walking towards the gates of the Rashtrapati Bhavan.


The Rashtrapati Bhavan Palace 13:20pm



Using Shelby's press press and face, Ellana had entered the palace without much difficulty to find the palace a hive of activity with maids running left and right, attending to the three delegations. On the right hand side, a man of Indian descent with a large nose was shaking the hand of a woman wearing an elaborately embroidered sari. In between them was a middle aged dark haired male with black rimmed glasses, a Swedish flag pinned at his lapel. Ellana also noticed L&M sat amongst the press pack, still dressed in their suits. I need to get down there for a closer look and keep my distance from the agents. Perhaps one of these maids would be suitable... Ellana noticed an older middle aged woman directing the other servants. She's most likely the head housekeeper and her form would be ideal to observe proceedings. She was an attractive woman with youthful tanned diamond shaped features, gentle cheekbones and almond shaped brown eyes. Her raven coloured hair tied into a bun. She was dressed in a black uniform dress with matching high heels and pierced ears. An austere choice in dress but one which gives me freedom of movement. Watching the woman disappearing down an empty corridor, Ellana made to follow her.



Head Housekeeper Rupinder Devi was in a foul mood as she stalked the corridor. I swear my 10 year old daughter is smarter than half the servants in this place. They don't pay me enough for all the long hours I have to put up with their stupidity. And know I have the President's aide breathing down my neck because the dancers are late. I hate this job! The sound of footsteps ringing off the marble behind made her swing around to see a pretty redheaded western reporter approaching her. Rupinder sighed. "Shouldn't you be with the other journalists? I'am not in the mood to give directions, I'am afraid." The westerner merely cocked her head, grinning. "Hi I'am Shelby Kendall with the BBC. Do you have time for a quick interview?" Rupinder rolled her eyes, pinching her nose. "What? No! Go away! I haven't got time to speak with a gadfly!" The reporter flashed a sly smile, raising her right hand. "I'am afraid I'am going to have to insist..." Before she could have the chance to retort, the journalist swiftly chopped Rupinder on the right side of her throat. She let out a small pained yelp as she slumped forwards, unconscious into Ellana's waiting arms. "Let's get better acquainted my dear." She whispered in the woman's ears dragging her into the broom cupboard behind them.



Laying the unconscious woman onto her side, Ellana shed Shelby's clothing before taking the unconscious housekeeper into her arms unbuttoning her dress from rear as she assumed her form with a kiss. "Rupinder Devi, 38, Head Housekeeper of the Rashtrapati Bhavan. She's a happily married mum of a 10 year old daughter but has been really run off her feet recently and has been putting long hours in at the palace. So much so, she hasn't spent as much time as she would like with her family. Rupinder is considering a position at a rich moguls estate, so she can spend more time with her family." After inserting in the housekeepers studs and adopting her bun, Ellana peeled off her uniform dress from her tight slim body before removing her high heels, leaving Rupinder clad in only her black lace wonderbra, matching high waisted briefs with stockings and suspenders. Deciding to take the housekeepers panties first, Ellana unclipped the stockings from the belt rolling them down her tanned legs one at a time followed by the suspender belt. She then whipped off Rupinder's briefs from between her thighs, exposing a full clitoris crowned with a thick trimmed fan of raven coloured hair. Putting on the woman's lingerie, Ellana rolled the unconscious Rupinder onto her side getting a good glimpse of her bubble buttocks as she unclasped the housekeepers bra, slipping the undergarment free of her chest to reveal full buoyant C-cup breasts with full puffy dark brown areolas. She got dressed in the rest of Rupinder's clothes, using some duct tape from the cupboard to bind the wrists and ankles of the naked woman, gagging her with a strip. Once she had concealed her body deeper into the cupboard, Ellana swept from the room. Time to look in on the meeting.



10 minutes later


Ellana was growing bored of ordering around young maidservants who seemed to be terrified of her. I had enough of ordering around the maids in the royal palace back home. In fact I got used to helping myself. The meeting also seemed to have grinded to a halt, as if they were waiting for something the Indian president apologising profusely to her British and Swedish counterparts. Before Ellana could get closer to overhear the conversation she heard footsteps from her right, turning to see a young Indian male dressed in a black household servant uniform. "Begging your pardon, Mrs Devi. But the Bollywood dancers have finally arrived. Their leader, a Ms Sitara Chandra awaits you in your office." Dancers? Well that should certainly spice things up. I haven't danced in a while. Much better than standing around waiting for something to happen, besides I will learn something of Indian culture. Thanking the man, Ellana used Rupinder's memories to make her way to the woman's office.


Office of Rupinder Devi 5 minutes later


As she entered Rupinder's office, Ellana found a young Indian woman sitting at the chair her back to her who rose as Ellana closed the door behind her. "Mrs Devi? I'am Sitara Chandra, leader of the New Delhi Angels dancing troupe." Ellana appraised her as she shook the woman's hand. She was a beautiful woman with lightly tanned heart shaped features, slender cheekbones and big hazel eyes, her small nose pierced. Her long brown hair braided into a traditional Indian style partially hidden by a diaphanous red veil. Her petite frame hugged by a red silk cropped vest with gold embroidery, matching skirt and sandals that exposed a toned, pierced midriff. Adorning her neck was a dangling traditional Indian necklace with a similarly styled headdress. What a pretty costume. It will be fun undressing her. The girl smiled withdrawing her hand. "Sorry we're a little late. What between the protests and all the traffic." Ellana flashed her a wry smile raising her right hand. "Yes. But I'am afraid you won't be dancing." Sitara blinked her eyes face full of confusion. "I'am sorry, what do-ugh!!?" Ellana struck her with a swift neck chop, the dancer let out a cute pained squeak before collapsing into Ellana's arms. "That will be me, dear." She quipped sitting Sitara back into her chair.


Shedding the clothing she took from the housekeeper, Ellana straddled the unconscious Sitara kissing her on her soft waiting lips assuming her form removing her jewellery and piercings. " Sitara Chandra, 25, Bollywood Dancer. She is having an affair with her co-star in the troupe. He's a married father of two who's fallen out of love with his wife. They have managed to keep the affair secret from the rest of the troupe...so far. But the rumours are starting to spread." Ellana said as she put on the woman's jewellery before removing her veil, adopting the braided ponytail. Unhooking Sitara's cropped vest, Ellana slipped it from her chest then removed the red strap covering her breasts, admiring her well formed B-cup breasts with perky circular light brown areolas. After unstrapping the dancers sandals, Ellana whipped off the skirt from her hips down her long tanned legs then unknotted the red silk loincloth protecting her modesty pulling the garment loose from between her thighs exposing a small brown clean shaven clitoris. Ellana quickly pulled on the dancers skimpy costume then using the house keepers stockings bound the unconscious dancers wrists and ankles, gagging her with a torn strips from the black strip. Picking up the toned naked Sitara under her shoulders Ellana stashed her in a foetal position under the housekeepers desk. "Time to get your dancing shoes on Ellana, show them what you've got." She smiled sweeping from the office, using Sitara's memories to find her troupe.


Palace Great Hall 10 minutes later


"So far no Ellana, boss. Either she's not here after all or she's having trouble getting through that angry mob outside." M said as she creaked her neck watching the meeting with an air of boredom. Seated next to her L shook her head. "I doubt it very much, rookie. Our girl is smart, resourceful. She would have found a way. You saw the crowd, rook? Plenty of women for her to pull out of the crowd." M looked side long at her. "You sound like you admire her, boss. Just like in Madrid." L smiled as a troupe of brightly dressed Bollywood dancers filed into the hall, lead by a pretty girl in a skimpy red outfit. "And why not? We have been hunting her for the better part of a year. She's shrewd, cunning and adaptable. Which is what we've had to become to match her. Remember M, be on the lookout for anyone who screws up or makes a mistake." M sighed. "Yeah like that has ever worked for us before..." she muttered under her breath watching the dancers began their routine. Ruling out the dancers as viable targets for Ellana, L turned her attention to a young pretty Swedish aide who was carrying a tottering pile of paperwork towards the Swedish Prime Minister Ulf Kristersson, sat in-between Sunak and President Murmu. Hmm? I wonder...


Sparing the agents only a passing glance, Ellana began her dance routine. In between Sitara's memories, observing the other dancers and her own mastery of Hitari, the Zenobian dance martial art, Ellana found the dancing both fun and easy to pick up. Father always said I was a quick study. I'am beginning to enjoy Indian culture, they remind me of the Mistulans. As she twirled and danced to the beat, often finding herself in the arms of the co-star, Ellana had noticed the agent had begun to make their move. They were approaching the Swedish prime minister and a pretty blonde aide, a pretty girl with squared features, high cheekbones and big blue eyes framed by honey blonde hair braided into pigtails, who had tripped over her heels dropping paper all over him. Oh no! They've got the wrong person. This won't end well..



L smiled as she watched the blonde aide trip over her heels, dropping the paper all over Kristersson. "You see the blonde, 10 o'clock in the crimson suit jacket and skirt, the Swedes aide?" She whispered into her partner's ear. M nodded. "That's Ellana all right. I suppose the guy should be lucky he hasn't got a concussion or something." L nodded. "Alright rookie. Let's take it nice and slow. We grab her put a hand over her mouth and drag her out. That way we won't draw attention to ourselves." Raising from their chairs, the two agents crept silently towards Ellana who was busy apologising to the Swedish and British Prime Ministers, picking herself up off the floor. Pouncing quickly they grabbed both her arms but M was too slow in silencing her. "What?! Who are you!? Get your off me! Help! Help I'am being attacked!" Ellana cried as the two agents tried and failed to drag her away? Suddenly the entire hall fell silent. The sound punctuated by the dull thud of the lead dancer slipping on her dress falling flat on her face. Looking up fixing her eyes on Ellana the dancer, L realised her mistake. "Shit! It wasn't her, M. Ellana's the da-ugh!" She didn't have time to warn M as two female Indian security officers tackling them to the ground. L noted that they were both young women wearing beige uniforms with black ribbon ties, one woman who was holding her wore trousers while the other holding her partner wore a long skirt, held up by gun belts. Both had white bowler hats pulled over their heads. Both agents were pulled from the ground in arm locks as the crowd rushed to the Swedish girls side. Approaching the agents, President Murmu regarded them with disgust. "Take them away and hand them over to the police! Such a shameful display." Wincing in pain, L & M were lead away from the hall.


Those two idiots! They have ruined everything with their amateurish antics. Now they know who I'am and I have to leave quickly with a new face. Hmm? Let's get closer and listen in. Picking herself up of the ground, Ellana turned to Deepak the co-star who's face was full of concern. "I'am fine, love. I just need a moment to collect myself, is all." He smiled letting her out of his arms, Ellana used the opportunity to get closer to the crowd. "My god! Pippi! Are you alright? You look positively shaken, my dear." Said the Swedish PM Ulf Kristersson as the young blonde aide rocked slightly, tears in her eyes. "N-no! Those crazy Americans! I-I thought they were trying to kill me!" Pippi replied voice choked with tears. President Murmu laid a hand on her shoulder. "Poor innocent child. Mr Prime Minister? Would you like me to call for a doctor to get the girl looked at? She's been through quite the ordeal." She turned to Kristersson who nodded. "Yes, that would most kind Madame President." Murmu turned to her aide, a strikingly attractive young Indian woman with darkly tanned rounded features, rounded cheekbones and doe shaped grey eyes, raven coloured hair braided into a knot. She was dressed in a lilac pantsuit, matching camisole and heels, a beaded necklace graced her throat with dangling earrings. "Rakjumari. Please call for a doctor for young Ms Lyndström here. We will be taking her to one of the staterooms to recover. " The woman nodded as she took out her phone, making her way out of the hall. Murmu bowed her head. "My apologies sirs, but with this security breach we will have to postpone this meeting until a later date." Kristersson looked with concern at Pippi. "It would be for the best. We do have an Agricultural Innovation summit we are hosting tomorrow back in Stockholm, anyway." Having all she needed, Ellana followed the presidents aide from the hall. The Swedish Aide is my ticket out of here. First I need to get to her.


East Corridor 14:00pm

Presidential Aide Rakjumari Ranganathan walked from the Great Hall holding up her smartphone. When she had finally found a signal near a cupboard, she dialled the number for New Delhi General hospital. "Is this the emergency room? Ah, good. This is Ms Rakjumari Ranganathan aide to President Murmu. We've had a little situation at the Rashtrapati Bhavan a Swedish aide as been attacked and she's pretty shaken up. Could you send a doctor to look her over?" There was a slight pause. "Certainly. She will be there in ten minutes." Rakjumari nodded. "Thank you. I will greet her at the main entrance and show her to the patient." Has she hung up her phone putting it back into her pocket, Rakjumari felt a hand clamp around her mouth muffling her cry of surprise, followed by another around her throat. "Actually, that will be me greeting the doctor dear." The woman's voice hissed into her ear, pinching either side of her slender neck. The aide let out a muffled pained squeak as she slumped unconscious into her attackers grip, eyes rolling into the back of her skull. Smiling Ellana dragged the young aide into the waiting broom cupboard.


Shedding the dancers skimpy costume, Ellana knelt by the unconscious aide taking her into her arms assuming her form with kiss removing her jewellery. "Rakjumari Ranganathan, 26, Aide to President Murmu. She's having a risky affair with a member of the Swedish PM's entourage, another woman. Rakjumari herself is an unhappy arranged marriage with a man 10 years her senior, who doesn't love her and cheats on her with other women. She wants to leave with the Swedish woman but doesn't want to leave her post as she's very loyal to Murmu." Ellana put on the woman's jewellery before copying the braided knot, then unfastening her suit jacket slipping it from her shoulders. Holding up the aide's arms she pulled up the lilac lace trim camisole up over her head revealing ample rounded D-cup breasts with full puffy black areolas. Letting the half naked woman flop back onto the floor, Ellana put on the camisole then slid off her high heels. Unbuttoning Rakjumari's trousers, she worked them from her rounded hips peeling them down her long tanned legs followed by matching thong exposing a full womanhood decorated by a thick trimmed fan of sable coloured hair. After she finished dressing in the aide's suit, Ellana bound and gagged the woman's voluptuous naked form dragging her deeper into the cupboard. Fastening the woman's jacket, Ellana swept from the cupboard. Time to find this doctor.


West Corridor Same Moment


As they were being led away by the two young Indian security guards L turned to her partner. "I told you that she wasn't the aide! She was the dancer! Now look at the mess you've gotten us in!" M, who struggled against her trouser wearing guard a young woman with knotted jet black hair whose name was Jaya Jayaraman according to her ID, snarled back. "Me?! I'am not the one who said that! You said look for her screw ups, Linda !" The skirt wearing guard with a light brown ponytail, whose name was Deepa Choudury, pulled L tighter. " Shut up, now!" Incensed L grabbed the guards wrist throwing her over her shoulder. " I told you rookie..." She said punching the stunned guard with a thunderous right cross, laying her out unconscious as M backhanded her guard with a sickening crunch before following through with a right hook, knocking the hat from the woman's head sending her crashing to the floor. "...only P calls me Linda!" L gestured with an angry finger to M before taking the unconscious guard by her ankles. M took a deep breath taking her guard by the ankles. "Well that was... exhilarating." L nodded to her as they dragged the women towards a nearby broom cupboard. "I wasn't sure you were playing along. But good work nevertheless." M opened the door sliding Jaya's body inside. "You mean we weren't having a fight?" She said sardonically bursting out laughing. L shook her head chuckling as she dragged Deepa inside. "Alright laugh it up, Martha. Lets relieve these two of their uniforms."



" I don't which is worse, boss. South East Asia or South Asia. These uniforms are just way too short." M said as she set Jaya's hat on her head, as L snapped on Deepa's equipment belt. " I think I know what you mean, rookie. This girl for a C-cup is still way to short, I can barely stop the belt from slipping off. Still we make do just like we always have." They were standing over the now underwear clad cable tied and tape gagged bodies of the bruised and battered guards, Jaya clad only in her solid blue t-shirt A-cup bra and matching thong while Deepa was wearing a nude coloured bralette and matching shorts. "And don't get me started on the IDs. We don't look like a Jaya and a Deepa. Any eagle eyed guard will spot us a mile off." L replied with cuff around M's head. "Then your head down and blend in. How long have we been doing this?" Nodding M rubbed her head as she followed her boss from the broom cupboard. " So what now boss? The exit? It's her usual MO right? We've revealed ourselves so she will be trying to leave." L clapped her back. "Good call, rook. Let's go." Falling into step, the agents their way to the front entrance.


The Front Entrance 14:10pm


Smiling Ellana watched the guards clear the pretty female doctor through security appraising her. She was an attractive young woman with tanned slender features, sloping cheekbones and bright hazel eyes. Her hair covered by a black hijab. She was wearing a tight white long sleeved shirt with grey belted slacks and black pumps. As soon as security had passed her back her doctors bag, she approached Ellana holding out her hand, which Ellana shook with a firm grip. "Ms Rakjumari Ranganathan? I'am Dr Amyra Khan MD. From New Delhi general. I was told you would take me to the patient?" Ellana returned her hand. "Why yes of course. Follow me..." She said with a small smile.

Ellana led the clueless doctor down a deserted corridor away from the sight of the guards of the front gate, but quite close to where Pippi aide has been sent, according to the aide's memories. When they reached a broom cupboard half way down the hall, Ellana turned to face her. "Here we are, my dear." Amyra's brow furrowed. "I don't understand. You put her in a broom cupboard?" She asked quite confused as Ellana raised her right arm. "Oh she's not in here. This is for you." Within giving the woman chance to reply, Ellana swiftly neck chopped her in the side of her slender throat. Dr Amyra let out a short pained sigh as she slumped unconscious into Ellana's waiting arms. " Time to play doctor." She quipped dragging the young woman into the broom cupboard.


Sitting the unconscious doctor against the wall, Ellana shed the clothing she had taken from the presidents aide before kneeling beside the woman kissing her hard on her lips as she removed her hijab. "Dr Amyra Khan MD, 30, Medical Doctor from New Delhi General Hospital. She's half Indian and half Pakistani. For this reason she's treated with suspicion by most Indians she treats. She is a devout Muslim but only wears the hijab out of respect for her heritage. She is currently dating a young male doctor at the hospital, who loves her for her skill and compassion." She said adopting Amyra's bun before untying her shoes slipping them off her feet along with her black socks then unbelting her trousers. Working the garment from around the doctor's hips whipping them down her long tanned legs followed by her solid black panties from between her legs, exposing a small clitoris topped by a thick trimmed strip of chestnut brown hair. Once she had pulled up the underwear, Ellana unbuttoned the woman's shirt pulling off the garment one arm at a time. Then holding up Amyra's arms, she pulled the white cropped vest over the doctor's head revealing small but firm B-cup breasts with rose petal shaped light brown areolas. Getting dressed in the rest of the doctors clothes, Ellana fixed on the hijab then using some duct tape taped up the naked petite body of the doctor gagging her with a strip. Looping the woman's bag over her shoulder, Ellana put the duct tape in the bag then swept from the room leaving Amyra in darkness. Using the aide's memories Ellana made her way to the stateroom where Pippi was waiting.


West Wing stateroom 14:20pm


Aide Pippi Nylström paced the stateroom anxiously waiting for the appearance of the doctor. This trip has been way more then I bargained for. I was looking forward to experiencing the beauty of India but those suited American terrorists ruined that! Now I just want to go home and prepare Mr Kristerssons' speech for the Agricultural Summit. He is so dreamy... A knock at the door interrupted her musings. "C-come in?" She asked the knocked nervously. The door opened to reveal a pretty Indian doctor wearing a hijab. "Ms Pippi Nylström? I'am Dr Amyra Khan. I have been asked to treat you. I've been told you've had quite the ordeal this afternoon, my dear." Pippi let out a sigh of relief. "Yes, that I have doctor. I'am still a bit shaken and could use a listening ear. Please come in." She sat down on a chintz armchair as the Doctor closed the door behind her. " The truth is the ordeal as left me tense and wary. I'am worried about leaving this room but i want to go home." The doctor smiled as she stood behind the Swedish girl laying her hands on the chair. "Well I have a treatment that could help relieve that tension. Make you feel more comfortable." Pippi turned to face her. "O-oh? And what might that be?" The doctor placed her hands gently on the aids shoulders. "A neck massage. Guaranteed to work." Pippi let out a nervous little laugh. "A-a massage? Well, I'am ready to try anything." Doctor Amyra smiled. "Trust me, I'am a doctor." She said gently caressing her neck with her hand. Pippi felt a curious but welcome arousal fill her up inside. " Oh my! You are a natural at th-ugh!" Pippi felt the tight pinch either side of her neck slumping unconscious in Ellana's grip with a cute little squeak. "To sleep, little Pippi. All your problems have melted away." Ellana said straddling the sleeping aide, stripping off Doctor Amyra's clothes.

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Now naked, Ellana assumed Pippi's form with a kiss removing the woman's jewellery as she felt her breasts shrink. "Pippi Nylström, 25, Aide to Prime Minister Ulf Kristersson. She has quite the reputation for being accident prone and very unlucky but she's a diligent hard worker and very efficient. She also as a crush on her boss, but knows that it will never amount to much because he's happily married and would rather not cause a scandal. So Pippi admires him from afar." Ellana said as she put on Pippi's jewellery before unwinding her braids copying the style. After slipping off the blonde's high heels, Ellana unfastened her suit jacket sliding the garment from her shoulders before unzipping her skirt from the rear pulling the garment down off her hips, past her red lace stocking covered legs. Once she had rolled Pippi's stockings from her long legs, Ellana whipped her red lace g-string thong exposing a small pink womanhood crowned with a small tuft of honey blonde hair. Pulling up the lingerie, Ellana help up the half naked Pippi's arms sliding her tank top up over her head unhooking the girl's red lace push up bra admiring her small pointed A-cup breasts with full pink puffy areolas. Ellana finished getting dressed in the aide's clothes, taking out the duct tape from the doctors bag binding and gagging the petite naked swede. Then picking up Pippi under her shoulders, Ellana dragged her over to a nearby cabinet stashing her inside along with the doctors clothes and bag. As soon as she closed the door, their was a loud knock.


"Just a minute, please." Ellana spoke with Pippi's voice closing the door on the naked woman. Straightening out her skirt she walked over to the stateroom door opening it to reveal the Swedish PM himself. "My dear Pippi. Is everything alright? As the doctor been yet?" Ellana flashed him a warm smile. "Yes I'am fine thank you, sir. The doctor as just checked me out and has left, but she said that I'am going to be fine. Just a little shaken up that's all." Kristersson let out a sigh of relief. "That's good to hear Pippi. The British PM as already left on account of the incident. So that just leaves us. Are you ready to go home? Between the blasted protests and those crazy Americans this has been a shitshow to say the least." Ellana nodded smiling, she fell into step beside the prime minister as they were escorted by Indian security towards the entrance.


The Front Entrance 14:30pm


As Ellana walked through the entrance hall flanked by a team of security agents, she noticed two familiar faces standing off to the left dressed in the too short uniforms of security guards. Well look if it isn't my two old friends up to their amateur tricks. Back to stripping woman too small for them, amateurs. Well it's time to teach them a lesson. Looking in their direction, Ellana jabbed an accusing finger. "It's them! Those two Americans terrorists! The ones who attacked me! They've come back to finish me off!" She shrieked with relish as the agents simply looked up dumbfounded, freezing on the spot as they were swarmed by Indian police officers. "They thought they could fool us?! Their uniforms are far too short, the fools! Take them away!" Barked an Indian sergeant, who yanked off their stolen IDs from their uniforms. Seeing the cuffs being slapped on her rivals gave Ellana no small amount of pleasure, she flashed them a little wink as she was lead to the safety of the Swedish motorcade. "You're safe now, Pippi. They can't hurt you anymore. Driver! Take us to the airport." Ordered the Swedish PM. Clicking on the seat belt, Ellana turned to see the agents getting manhandled into a waiting car glaring at her. Oh they will be back. They always are. I look forward to the game renewing once more. She thought as the limousine pulled away, leaving the angry crowds behind.


Outside the Rashtrapati 5 minutes later


Agent P weaved his way through the police line, using his false Interpol ID or the neuralyser for particularly over inquisitive officers. Time to pull my lover and her probie out of the fire. This never gets old... As he approached the police cruiser where sat in the back was L and the young M, suppressing a chuckle at their ill fitting uniforms P flashed his girlfriend a wry smile. The young female officer guarding them held out her hand. "I'am sorry but this is a police operation I will have to ask you to step away. Smiling P flashed his ID. " I'am Special Agent Patrick O'Keefe with Interpol. This is my authorisation." He said flashing the woman with his neuralyser, who blinked with a far away expression on her face. "These are Interpol agents, sent undercover as part of a security audit of the Rashtrapati Bhavan. I order you to release them into my custody. Now." The woman nodded. "At once, sir." She said opening the car door releasing the agents, who fell into stop behind Agent P.


"Thanks, Paddy. We can always count on you." L smiled as they walked towards the tech van. Next to her M nodded. "Yeah, we didn't even need to call you this time." P laughed as he opened the door to the van. "Well it's you two. When are you not in trouble. So what have we got?" The two agents climbed inside. "Well we took out the two guards and god knows how many Ellana replaced. At least 3 perhaps 4?" P nodded. "Well if it makes you feel better. She took out a maid, a cop and three civilians just getting here." L leaned back into her chair, hands on her face. "Of course she did. Well we know we're she's going next. Sweden. She's heading to Stockholm." P clapped his hand on her shoulder winking. "Great, I hear it's lovely this time of the year." He paused handing them fresh folded black suits. "Now lets get you back in the black. You look like your going to burst out from those uniforms." The three agents laughed before L & M retreated to the rear of the truck to get dressed.

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MiB FIELD REPORT (TASK FORCE ELLANA)

CASE NUMBER:- EL117816

Locations:- The Rashtrapati Bhavan, British Embassy, New Delhi, India

Date:- 14/09/2024

Incident:- Close Encounter of the Fourth Kind

Attending agents:- L ( Senior Lead Agent) M ( Probationary Agent)


Support team 05:- P( Lead Agent) N( Probationary Agent and Data Analyst) K ( Communication and Drone Specialist) D (Logistics) J ( Driver)


Status: Ongoing


Report Summary:-


Having flown ahead of Support Team 05, who were finishing up clean up in Madrid we waited for Agents P arrival in his new Mark 3 support Van generously provided by MiB Spain's motor pool. Upon our reunion we concurred that Ellana would probably head for the Rashtrapati Bhavan, where an arms deal between the UK, India and mediated by Sweden would be taking place. We first made a brief stop to the British Embassy to track down leads pertaining to Radha Patil, the young British diplomat she had replaced in Madrid. We later discovered she had replaced an embassy maid and a local embassy worker just to get to the palace. We processed both women before moving on to the Rashtrapati.


What would make our task in pursuing Ellana all the more difficult ( and as things would turn out easy for her) were the protests organised by a mixture of indian pacifists and nationalist groups. We therefore decided that the best way to effect entry into the Rashtrapati Bhavan were to lose as CNN correspondents. Thanks to Agent N's skill with fake IDs and the neuralyser, our cover held and we simply bided our time for Ellana to show up.


I have to admit the following will not be our finest career moment and I take full responsibility for this error in judgement. As the Bollywood dancers filed into the great hall, we discounted the lead dancer as a possible disguise for Ellana and instead we followed her usual MO of causing chaos wherever she goes. We mistook the young aide to Swedish PM, Pippi Nylström, for our quarry and attempted to arrest her. But the woman screamed for help, attracting the attention of all in the room including the security staff who bundled us to the ground. It was then we realised that Ellana was the dancer after all.


As we were being led away by our captors, Agent M and I overpowered them, stealing their uniforms to blend into the palace. After concealing their bodies and restraining them, we decided to stand watch by the entrance. After all, Ellana had been rumbled so it stands to reason she would be seeking to leave the area quickly as possible. Of course we were once again going to be outsmarted by our quarry once again.


Watching the entrance, we watched as the young aide along with the Swedish Entourage were escorted out. But upon seeing us, despite our disguises the young shrieked alerting the guards to our presence. We were quickly apprehended once again by the Indian authorities and as we were being led away I noticed "Pippi Nylström" giving us a cheeky wink before being driven away in the motorcade. It was in that moment I realised that Ellana was the aide and had played us for fools.


I have to thank Agent P from freeing us from the police through his use of the emergency Interpol cover and judicious use of the neuralyser. We later learned from him that Ellana had replaced a total of 5 women in addition to the ones we have already processed. A young protestor, a riot control officer, a BBC journalist and the head of housekeeping herself. We staying behind to process the victims and plant a convenient cover story, that there was a snap Interpol security inspection of the Rashtrapati Bhavan and the New Delhi Police in their riot response protocols. Once we had cleaned up the scene, we made preparations to resume our pursuit of Ellana. Our next destination being Stockholm.


Signed

Senior Agent L ( Lead Agent Task Force Ellana)

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The Tank top worn by protestor Parminder Gupta.

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A behind the scenes look at the setting for our story, the imposing Rashtrapati Bhavan. The Royal Palace of India.

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Bollywood Dancer Sitara Chandra before her run in with Ellana.


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[rufusluciusivan]

Stories taking place in India have been surprisingly rare on the Board - I recall one of Trackman's very first stories also took place there, but that's it. Which is a shame, because Indian women can be really cute, and they definitely have physical features setting them apart from others.

I'm sensing an historical in-joke with the comment about the British Empire near the beginning, and I'm under the impression the recent social unrest has been a source of inspiration as well.

What fascinates me is the fact you take the time to include cultural/political/social trivias about the countries Ellana visits - like the problem of the arranged marriages or the tensions between Hindus and Muslims in India.

Surprisingly, not that many traditional costumes (casual clothes) stolen - at least as far as I can tell. Maybe the Bollywood dress. Didn't know there were t-shirts with Ghandi's face, though I'm not surprised to learn about it. A lot of traditional uniforms though it looks like? I'm not an expert in Indian uniforms.

The gag of L and M grabbing the wrong girl was funny, and at the end I can sense Ellana had a lot of fun siccing security on them while impersonating the woman whom they thought she was impersonating earlier. Ironic jokes are a safe bet.

To conclude, I'll end on a deeply personal note:

The epilogues and reports I can post immediately after but with the behind the scenes stuff, I definitely give say a couple of days until I do another post and say all in one go. Thanks for the advice. I'am sorry for any inconvenience my irregular posting as caused.

I'll be blunt, I apologize in advance, but in that answer on my comment on your previous story... I would have preferred you directly told me that you didn't agree with my opinion, instead of writing you agree but then keeping on with the pattern of individual uploads right after something else is uploaded. (And yes, I purposefully posted two things in a row to check. But to be honest, this is a pattern I've noticed for quite some time - uploads sometimes five minutes after a previous upload on an other story, in a row when other things are uploaded in a row.) I'll leave it at that. I don't want to be confrontational, I don't want to assume things. And I urge any person who read this comment to NOT overbid on my comment. Last thing we need is a flame war.

This is an on-the-spot reaction. The first time I allow myself to react on-the-spot like that, even. Maybe I'll regret it. I don't want to create drama. But this is something I needed to share, because while I rarely commented on your stories, every time I did I had a great time. Jokes and historical references came naturally, this is NOT something that happens to me that often when I talk online. So I owed you to be honest on the topic of how I'm feeling about this pattern I noticed the latest weeks/months.

[Stormtrooper1990]

Stories taking place in India have been surprisingly rare on the Board - I recall one of Trackman's very first stories also took place there, but that's it. Which is a shame, because Indian women can be really cute, and they definitely have physical features setting them apart from others.

I'm sensing an historical in-joke with the comment about the British Empire near the beginning, and I'm under the impression the recent social unrest has been a source of inspiration as well.

What fascinates me is the fact you take the time to include cultural/political/social trivias about the countries Ellana visits - like the problem of the arranged marriages or the tensions between Hindus and Muslims in India.

Surprisingly, not that many traditional costumes (casual clothes) stolen - at least as far as I can tell. Maybe the Bollywood dress. Didn't know there were t-shirts with Ghandi's face, though I'm not surprised to learn about it. A lot of traditional uniforms though it looks like? I'm not an expert in Indian uniforms.

The gag of L and M grabbing the wrong girl was funny, and at the end I can sense Ellana had a lot of fun siccing security on them while impersonating the woman whom they thought she was impersonating earlier. Ironic jokes are a safe bet.

To conclude, I'll end on a deeply personal note:

The epilogues and reports I can post immediately after but with the behind the scenes stuff, I definitely give say a couple of days until I do another post and say all in one go. Thanks for the advice. I'am sorry for any inconvenience my irregular posting as caused.

I'll be blunt, I apologize in advance, but in that answer on my comment on your previous story... I would have preferred you directly told me that you didn't agree with my opinion, instead of writing you agree but then keeping on with the pattern of individual uploads right after something else is uploaded. (And yes, I purposefully posted two things in a row to check. But to be honest, this is a pattern I've noticed for quite some time - uploads sometimes five minutes after a previous upload on an other story, in a row when other things are uploaded in a row.) I'll leave it at that. I don't want to be confrontational, I don't want to assume things. And I urge any person who read this comment to NOT overbid on my comment. Last thing we need is a flame war.

This is an on-the-spot reaction. The first time I allow myself to react on-the-spot like that, even. Maybe I'll regret it. I don't want to create drama. But this is something I needed to share, because while I rarely commented on your stories, every time I did I had a great time. Jokes and historical references came naturally, this is NOT something that happens to me that often when I talk online. So I owed you to be honest on the topic of how I'm feeling about this pattern I noticed the latest weeks/months.

Yeah, a trip to India particularly to the Rashtrapati had been discussed between Arc and I when we were planning the Olympic trilogy. Largely because of that reason, Indian girls are quite cute and attractive we felt that they should indeed get their time on the board. As it would be criminal not to include them. The next story will feature a mix of cute Swedish chicks and women from different backgrounds. Then to round off Ellana's latest globetrotting trip, a little visit to South Korea and even more hot girls.


You have the right of it, rufus on both counts. As India can be an hotbed of social unrest i thought it appropriate to set a protest as a backdrop for the story. I also drew inspiration from our recently ousted ( and not particularly lamented) PM Rishi Sunak, who suspiciously left rather early when L & M made their gaffe.


Indeed, similar to the corporations story in Hong Kong which highlighted the often troublesome relationship between corporations and consumers, I often draw inspirations from these social trivias. It makes us ask the question; How would Ellana a visitor to our world, view these issues? Since she hails from a world where no religious or marital tensions exist. ( Although Zenobia itself isn't perfect.)


I wanted the stolen outfits to represent a modern India, where not many of their younger generation bother with the traditions of their ancestors. I found the Gandhi shirt online and thought that it would be appropriate for a young teenage protester to wear. Since Gandhi still inspires long after his death. The riot police uniforms were based on the actual riot uniforms worn by the riot control force of the New Delhi Police, I couldn't find any pictures of female officers but they are there. The security uniforms were loosely based on Indian police uniforms, and I reasoned they were police surplus given to the guards of the palace. I opted for the more traditional look for the maids, with the drab colour schemes to represent the nature of their jobs.


Oh that she did. I think the look on the faces of the agents as they were dragged away by police was the icing on the cake. And Ellana as always had that ironic sense of humour; What better way to show your enemies you have them beat? Impersonate the woman they thought you were. That's the cherry on top.


That's fine Rufus. The last thing I want to be is confrontational, since I enjoy sharing my stories with the board and its a pleasure when members such as yourself take an interest. Its much appreciated. Confrontation doesn't come naturally to me either. I do find our discussions on historical references and the easy humour we have fun. So in an effort to ease any tension; Would you believe that I gave nothing left to post, images wise? It's like I said I can't seem to find a picture of a cute Indian riot cop, to save my live.

Seriously though, this won't happen often. I will post any uniforms that serve as inspiration for the stories but It will be staggered as to be respectful and open minded to my fellow board writers. I hope that serves as a compromise and we can move forward as friends.

[meditions142]

Great chapter.

Loved the beginning. Ellana is moving fast. First she knocks out Devika with a pinch and then Jaswinder with another pinch. And then in no time at all she also uses her pinch on Jaswinder. I assume the two knockouts were so close together Devika probably didn't even wake up when Ellana changed out of her form as she was still under the effect of the pinch.

And both knockouts were so great. Love Ellana's comment to Devika ""Shh! My dear. I should thank you for going into the broom cupboard first. Saves me having to drag you inside." And then another great comment "Let's get you naked my dear girl."

I also liked that in both cases she caught the women as they slumped. And with Jaswinder's we get her making herself an easy target by being engrossed in her phone call. Even Ellana needed to take note of it.

Two great nerve pinches. I do love how you described it with Devika "pinching both vulnerable sides of the maids pretty neck."

I also really liked the scene when Ellana hide the unconscious Shelby with Padmavati. Love the comment "Oh hush, officer. I have some company for you. This is Shelby." Then love the way Ellana just casually reaches down and puts Padmavati with a pinch.

And wow, the scene with M & L when they overpowered the guards was spectacular. What a great example of "dumb guards". The two women were obviously not being careful enough and were easily attacked. Poor girls got beat up pretty good. And I liked how they described event in the report "As we were being led away by our captors, Agent M and I overpowered them, stealing their uniforms to blend into the palace. After concealing their bodies and restraining them"

I also really enjoyed Ellana's pinch on Pippa. Love the concept starting to give her a neck massage but then pinching her neck. Love the description: "Oh my! You are a natural at th-ugh!" Pippi felt the tight pinch either side of her neck slumping unconscious in Ellana's grip with a cute little squeak."

Just a wonderful new chapter! Thanks!

[Stormtrooper1990]

Great chapter.

Loved the beginning. Ellana is moving fast. First she knocks out Devika with a pinch and then Jaswinder with another pinch. And then in no time at all she also uses her pinch on Jaswinder. I assume the two knockouts were so close together Devika probably didn't even wake up when Ellana changed out of her form as she was still under the effect of the pinch.

And both knockouts were so great. Love Ellana's comment to Devika ""Shh! My dear. I should thank you for going into the broom cupboard first. Saves me having to drag you inside." And then another great comment "Let's get you naked my dear girl."

I also liked that in both cases she caught the women as they slumped. And with Jaswinder's we get her making herself an easy target by being engrossed in her phone call. Even Ellana needed to take note of it.

Two great nerve pinches. I do love how you described it with Devika "pinching both vulnerable sides of the maids pretty neck."

I also really liked the scene when Ellana hide the unconscious Shelby with Padmavati. Love the comment "Oh hush, officer. I have some company for you. This is Shelby." Then love the way Ellana just casually reaches down and puts Padmavati with a pinch.

And wow, the scene with M & L when they overpowered the guards was spectacular. What a great example of "dumb guards". The two women were obviously not being careful enough and were easily attacked. Poor girls got beat up pretty good. And I liked how they described event in the report "As we were being led away by our captors, Agent M and I overpowered them, stealing their uniforms to blend into the palace. After concealing their bodies and restraining them"

I also really enjoyed Ellana's pinch on Pippa. Love the concept starting to give her a neck massage but then pinching her neck. Love the description: "Oh my! You are a natural at th-ugh!" Pippi felt the tight pinch either side of her neck slumping unconscious in Ellana's grip with a cute little squeak."

Just a wonderful new chapter! Thanks!

Thanks my friend, I'am glad you enjoyed it.


Indeed, Ellana is moving that fast that in this instance Devika was still unconscious by the time Ellana escaped from the embassy and come across Jaswinder in the alley. I think that by the time Ellana reached the palace and took out Parminder that both Devika and Jaswinder were still in sleepy land.


Thanks, it was very considerate of Devika to already be in the cupboard when Ellana grabbed her. It certainly saved her quite a bit of time.



Indeed, Ellana as been Earth long enough to notice a good opportunity when she sees it. Particularly when women like Jaswinder allow themselves to be distracted and lower their guard to allow Ellana to sneak up on them and take them out. There was a similar case with Officer Patel, who despite her riot gear allowed herself to give into her need for a cigarette break and thus make herself vulnerable to Ellana.


I think were you to ask Ellana herself which of her takeout methods she prefers, it would be the pinch. So quick and effective. And this story afforded her so many opportunities to utilise the pinch.


Yeah, it's been a long time since Ellana as stored two of her victims together and it makes for a fun scene indeed. The opportunity was too good to pass up. Plus the thought of one naked redhead and one naked cute Indian girl together is quite arousing.


That scene with L & M was perhaps the one I most enjoyed writing. I drew inspiration from a scene in Indiana Jones and The Last Crudsade where Indy tied up with his father, overpowers a bunch of Nazi goons, after Henry calls him "Junior." His response is "I told you..." ( takes out the guards) "...don't call me Junior!" It's such a classic iconic scene and I wanted to emulate it here with L& M, I'am really glad how it came together. Here our poor guards are just as dumb as those Nazis( not even cuffing our agents, guards today...), and despite their being armed were overpowered quite painfully but effectively by our agents. Their lack of diligence cost them their uniforms. And the report reflected just how easy it was and how matter of fact L is about the event.


I think Ellana as found her calling as a masseuse. It's not the first time Ellana as lured women into a false sense of security, with the promise of a free massage and it won't be the last. Poor Pippi had a rough day and Ellana did the decent thing by easing her burdens. Her misplaced trust was her undoing and made things all too easy for our favourite Zenobian.


Your quite welcome, my friend. Its always a pleasure and I appreciate the support! The next stop is sunny Sweden!