"The Elckerlyc District Mystery- in the Mall" by Elckerlyc

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The Elckerlyc District mystery

by Elckerlyc






Problems in the mall


I was ordered to make an investigation in the strange things that happened in 24th precinct better known as Elckerlyc district. Local and federal police haven’t the faintest idea where to look for the culprits that stole police uniforms for over 6 months now. They asked the secret service to look into it. And so the mission came up to me, Lena Blootbrood. I’m 31 years old and have completed successful missions in Holland, Germany, Poland and even the USA.

The problem with this file is the size of it. I will have to split the contents in different chapters. But you will be as astonished as I when you have read all the in- and outvolvements (I can’t find another word for it) of the persons in- and outvolved.

Before we start with the first case I have to tell you that the clothes are never stolen out of the depositories from police stations, but from the persons themselves. The strange thing was all the persons involved were all policewomen. Men were only witnesses or helping the victims.

All the cases are described with the help of witnesses, victims and if possible camera recordings.

The case that started it seemed a simple one. In the beginning.



Before I start my explanation, I better introduce myself. My name is Geertrui Naaktgeboren and I’m an ‘inspecteur’ in the Belgian federal police. I come from a little village but now I’m stationed in Ghent.

The commissaris was looking at me.

“How do you explain this, inspecteur?”

While my ‘commissaris’ - Berenice De Pest – was looking at me with her cool blue eyes, I was desperately trying to figure out a story to explain what happened. But as always her looks made me shiver and all lies died in my brains like a bunch of burned ants.

De Pest was still staring at me.

“Well, lost your tongue, Naaktgeboren? You like strolling around like this? Naked as on the day you were born?”

She was furious, but she kept her voice steady. As steady as a volcano on the point of erupting.

“No, commissaris, I’m not an exhibitionist, but they ....”

I knew my colleagues were now sniffling outside the bureau of De Pest. Some female colleagues brought me in. They left me naked and tied in the hall. I had to wait for a quarter of an hour before the administrations were finished, before they took me to the commissaris.

“Well? ...”

I breathed deeply and started my story.

“As you know, commissaris, I had to attend the reception of the mayor and the president of the police court, together with some colleagues.” I hesitated.

“Yes, yes, go on... “ De Pest looked stern.

“I was dressed in my service dress; jacket, shirt, skirt, stockings and tie. Everything went well and we left the town hall at 16.00 hours. My colleagues had to find their car in the parking lot at the Vrijdagsmarkt, but my car was parked at the Zuid. Since I didn’t have any duties anymore, I decided to walk to the mall over there and do a bit of shopping. Being in my service dress gets a bit of positive publicity for our police corps.”

“Stop beating around the bush and go on with the facts,” De Pest interrupted me.

I was almost in tears as I went on with my story.

“As I was standing on the second floor looking at some dresses at Hema,” De Pest sighed, “I heard noises of women making a row. At first the voices were loud, but... well, not hostile. To be certain, I left the shop and looked around to find the women. It turned out the women quarrelling were on the ground floor and the noise was increasing. It also seemed that there were three women getting more and more violent – until then just in speech of course.”

“Of course, go on, Naaktgeboren!”

“I decide to go down and intervene if necessary! People all around were already staring at the source of the noise but also at me, as a policewoman. One could feel they expected me to end the quarrel and make things quiet again. So I stepped in; it didn’t seem dangerous at all. The three girls were ... exotic; colourful dresses, black thick hair, well ... strangers.

‘Girls, please girls!’ I started, but they didn’t seem to hear me, or else they didn’t listen. I started over again, but it didn’t make no difference; they kept on quarrelling and they started yelling at each other. I went closer and started shouting.

‘Stop it right now! STOP IT!!” They fell silent and looked at me, all three of them.

Then they started whispering in a strange language. One of them turned at me and asked me who I was in broken Dutch.

‘My name is Geertrui Naaktgeboren, inspecteur with the federal police’ I told them. One of them came standing before me.

‘You are police?’ she asked and suddenly she grabbed me by my hair. She called the others in her own language and pulled off my cap. The others came over and started to unbutton my jacket and skirt. It dawned what they were doing when my skirt slid of my legs to the ground: they were undressing me. My jacket was taken off and already one of the girls was unbuttoning my shirt, but I still couldn’t believe it.

‘What are you doing?’ I asked rather silly.

‘We are teaching you a lesson!’ the first girl answered, ‘you shouldn’t meddle with our business.’

‘But ... but I didn’t ... You were ... I was ... ‘ I was stuttering, before I realised I was now in my panties, stockings and heels. My skirt, jacket, cap, shirt and bra had vanished already.

Nobody came to my help, on the contrary. People all around me started laughing as they saw me getting stripped; and the more clothes vanished, the more they laughed it seemed. I was furious, but I couldn’t do anything. The moment I felt my heels slip off, I knew the trouble I was in. I grabbed the waistband of my panties, because I knew they would strip me ... well ... ehm ... naked. And indeed a moment later my stockings were gone and I was left in my panties ....”

I stopped; I was so ashamed to tell what was coming. The fact of standing in a crowd in only your panties, using an arm to cover your breasts was already painful enough. What happened next, was still a whole lot more mortifying.

“Go on, Naaktgeboren, you’re standing completely naked so you are still not finished. Are you?”

I almost cried: “No ma’am, I’m not.” I waited for a moment, but the look on De Pest’s face told me to carry on fast or she would burst.

“Well the three women saw me grabbing my panties and laughed. But instead of pulling my panties down, they put their fingers under the waistband and lifted me up. I gasped because it did hurt. I never experienced a wedgie before, but I knew right away what is was. The fabric of my panties slipped in between my butt cheeks and it cut right between my lips.”

“Your lips? What are you talking about?”

“Well ma’am, my lips down there,” I explained but as De Pest still didn’t seem to understand, “my labia ...”

“Oooh, I seeeee!” De Pest answered. I wondered if she was mocking me, but she looked very serious.

“So they lifted me up and I admit I started screaming from the pain. It didn’t keep the bystanders from laughing at me. Most women were making jokes at me. As I was lifted up higher I lost my balance and I had to put my hands on the girls’ shoulders, which gave everyone around a clear view of my breasts. By now I must have been scarlet from the pain and the shame. Tears were running down my cheeks. And then I heard the ripping sound of my panties. I started screaming.

‘Please, enough, ENOUGH! Please don’t strip me completely, let me keep my panties!’ but the girls just grinned at me. And the inevitable happened: my panties were torn apart when I was hanging about a meter from the floor. I fell down on all fours. The rags of my panties were stuck between my labia.”

As I was telling this part of the story I was thinking of the view the spectators must have had of my behind and my vagina and the scarlet in my face turned to blood red.

“One of the girls tore the rags from between my legs and left me completely naked. With a painful face I started to get up, trying to cover my breasts and my ... ehm ... genitals. Suddenly two of the girls lifted me up under my armpits and dragged me to the third one who was sitting down on a bench. Unable to cover myself anymore I started muttering again.

‘What are you doing? Let me go! You’ll be put in prison! This is an assault on an officer!’ But all in vain; they just grinned at me and brought me to their henchwoman. I was pulled over her lap; one of the girls held my arms and the other my legs.

I could feel how the girl lifted her hand and gave me a hard slap on my bottom. I was getting spanked: me – an inspecteur with the federal police – spanked by three girls! Strangers to the Elckerlyc district!

I started yelling at them: ‘LET ME LOOSE! I’M A POLICE OFFICER! STOP IT RIGHT NOW! STOP IT RImmmmpppphphhhh!’

They had shoved a cloth in my mouth.

‘Keep you from yelling’, the spanking girl told me in broken Dutch. When I realised what they had put in my mouth, my eyes turned big and I tried to spit it out. MY PANTIES! - well, what was left of them. When they saw me spitting, one of them tied one of my stockings round my head. I was furious: I wriggled and squirmed, but to no avail. They kept on smacking my bum, which was really hurting by now. It felt hot and I got tears in my eyes because of the pain. A last, very hard blow on my bottom finished the spanking. The girl pushed me on the ground. Again I was sitting on all four, with my behind admired by a large crowd of spectators. My breasts dangling to the ground, I must have been a disgraceful sight.

As I was getting on my knees they took my wrists and tied them on my back. This way it was impossible for me to cover my privates. Then two of the girls lifted me up by my armpits and one took my legs. She put her hands under my ankles and started walking. She spread my legs so everyone could see my bush. They carried me outside and dropped me on the cold, stony ground.

‘Listen ‘police officer’, we give you ten seconds to get away. If you’re not gone by then we will call the police and tell them there’s a freaky streaker running around in the district.’

Their Dutch was still bad, but I understood the message; so I first got on my knees, then on one foot, then on both and then I started to run as fast as I could. I think I heard one of the girls calling. As I was running I saw a police car passing by and then turning around. I knew they were after me so I hid myself. It was no use: it took them 5 minutes to catch me and bring me to the nearest station. They took of the gag, but didn’t untie my wrists. And then they called the Elckerlyc’s station. They roared as they said ‘Someone called Naaktgeboren claims to be an inspecteur at your district. If she is, you can pick her up here; she is still as she was born.’

And so I got here”

De Pest looked at me and shook her head: “Do you think you could recognise the girls?”

“I don’t know. It went all so fast!” I answered.

“Listen, from now on I want you to team up with 1st inspecteur Zonderkleren. It might help to stay dressed when you’re not alone.”

I nodded; I felt miserable, especially when I saw her looking at my thighs. I hadn’t had the courage to admit I enjoyed the spanking and being nude in public, but she must have noticed the glistening between my legs. Tears came welling up.

The commissaris picked up the phone: “Zonderkleren, I want you to take Naaktgeboren to her place. From tomorrow on you’ll form a team together.”

She nodded at me and untied my wrists finally. Just when my hands were loose, Zonderkleren came in. She was sniggering, but at least she brought a jacket to cover me a bit.



This story has been confirmed by the commissaris. Naaktgeboren got home rather well and took a bath to recover. The girls were never found, because nobody took this serious. Later events however showed that it should have been taken more seriously. If it would have been, the other ...

Well, in short: this was the first event where policewomen of the Elckerlyc district were involved. It doesn’t look like much, but as later was discovered it provoked a tsunami of incidents with stolen uniforms and naked policewomen.

However, I’m still investigating the cases that followed this one. I hope to hand over the reports soon.

Lena Blootbrood

[lord maul]

Interesting and entertaining uniform theft as a way of punishment

[slainplus]

A punk rock called Pussy Riot was on this trip kissing female Russian policewomen in Moscow I believe. They or somebody made a video about them doing this https://youtu.be/-TliSJxsObw.

Personally, I think these broads are freaking crazy to have done to policewomen--especial Russian policewomen! Russian women are known to be fairly tough customers and pretty cold-blooded too

[lord maul]

Got to agree Slain the Russian girl cops can look hot
But this thing is not normally taken lightly and I'm not
Sure as a guy I'd risk it.

[slainplus]

Yeah, it is definitely not a good idea to be messing with the cops...especial not in Russia. My father told me about some German soldiers fighting on the eastern front in WWII. The Germans captured a Russian soldier girl and three of them took her into a bunker to rape her. After some time had passed the other Germans started wondering what was taking the guys in the bunker so long...Eventually, the other soldiers went into the bunker and they found the three would-be rapists with their throats cut This tells me Russian women are not to messed with