"The Elckerlyc District Mystery- the gang" by Elckerlyc

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"The Elckerlyc District mystery"



by Elckerlyc,







Assembling the gang

In the weeks that followed Ingrid, Klaartje en Geertrui were off duty. Three times in a week they had to visit a therapist.

That didn’t mean however that nothing happened. On the contrary; the gang didn’t confine themselves anymore to policewomen, but they had started to rob also other women completely naked.

Let’s follow the list – without dates or names to protect the privacy of the victims.

1. Two joggers got robbed and tied up in the Ossemeerschen, another nature reserve. They were also tied to a tree after being stripped of their clothes and their health watches. They succeeded in getting loose and went to the police station to put in a complaint. Walking naked to the station they got arrested for indecent exposure and were brought to their destination. The federal police later made excuses to them.

2. A teacher biology was stripped in the Citadelpark by several young women. She was further robbed from her jewellery, her purse and her Louboutins. She was tied to a bench with beside her a note ‘Do not set free, I love to be naked puclic’. Further more several things were written on her body like ‘Insert here’, ‘Pleasure hole’, ‘Bite in it’ (on her breasts), and more. She was found by a police officer who thought it was a student initiation. She called for back up, when a student joined her and told the officer who it was. She was given a blanket and brought home. The next day she gave a statement and filled in a complaint.

3. A CEO of a great firm was found in a public men’s toilet. She was found completely bared – as usual – gagged with her own panties and handcuffed to one of the urinals. Everything had been robbed; not only clothes, jewellery and purse, but also her laptop, her phone and her notebook. She stated there were several sensitive items on the laptop and in the notebook.

Several days later she was found completely naked again in a dark alley. She had been blackmailed to pay a lot of money for the laptop and the notebook. The police was not involved, because the blackmailers told her so. She had not seen her robbers, but she ended up hogtied, naked and with an egg in her vagina.

There were a few other incidents, but the fact that in the first two cases the women were robbed in a wood and in the last case the finding of the egg, got my attention. By the way the laptop and the notebook were find near the CEO, but she had to leave them in the station to check them on fingerprints and more. She was furious.

In the meantime I often visited the commissaris – Ingrid now. At first she was embarrassed that she let herself get carried away like she did. But I told her it wasn’t a bad thing and I had to admit I got more and more attracted to her. But to say we started a relationship ... No, not at that moment anyway. I thought she was gorgeous, sweet and lovely, but that was all.

One day, when I headed home from a diner with Ingrid, I got a phone from the station. I knew right away there was something wrong... And I knew right away I would be too late.

“Hello,”

“Captain Blootbrood?”

“Yes, what’s the matter?” I asked. By the way the voice on the other side was talking, I knew there was trouble.

“There are two colleagues missing. They should have been in half an hour ago, but they didn’t come. Their shift was finished and we didn’t receive any message from them.”

“When was the last time you received a message?”

“This afternoon. The hoofdcommissaris gave them the order to check out a phone call. Someone called us to complain about a woman in a bar on the Kortrijkse Steenweg. They told us they were going to the bar.”

“A bar on the Kortrijkse Steenweg? You know that’s the hookers’ road. There’s always something happening there. How long has it been since the last call?”

“It must have been six hours ago,” the answer came.

I began to get furious; “And you never did a thing? Don’t you ever learn? Give me the address of the bar and I’ll have a look. If you don’t receive a message from me in half an hour, start a rescue operation.” I added ironic.

When I reached the bar I saw some girls sitting at the window, exposing their charms, which were plenty. As I entered the bar they had a furious look. I told them I wasn’t looking for a job, but for two police agents who should have been here this afternoon.

“That’s impossible,” they told me, “The bar only opens at seven o’ clock. That’s when the clients come in.”

“Well, they should have been here at around 3 pm,” I said.

“Impossible, but lets ask our mother,” they said.

“Our mother?” I was stupefied.

“We call her like this,” they explained, “She’s the oldest and she always takes care of us. Besides she runs things here.”

When the mother came I was taken aback; she was a beauty and she didn’t look a day older than me.

“Hi, what brings you here?” she asked.

I explained the situation. She offered me a drink at the counter. I sat down on a barstool and she looked approvingly.

“You’re sure you don’t need a job?”

I smiled; “Not at the moment, no. But if I need one, remind me of your offer.”

She laughed hoarsely. After a while she became serious again.

“Listen, I never open before 7 pm. Most men come in at 8 or 9 or later. At 3 o’ clock there’s no living soul who enters a bar here. But yesterday someone asked me if she could hire my place for some hours. She wanted to be alone with a few of her friends. The payment was good, so good I should have been mad to refuse the offer. I told her she had to be out by 6 and she was. I don’t know who she was or what she wanted to do.”

“You didn’t find this ... suspicious?” I asked.

“Listen girl, we live in different worlds. For me only the money counts; if they pay enough, it’s good enough,” she answered.

I emptied my drink and I stood up.

“Alright, I understand. If you remember something call me on this number,” and I wrote the number down. I left the bar while the two women waved at me. I waved back and called the station.

“Put on a search for inspecteur Billen and inspecteur Kuitjes,” I told them, “I think they are in serious danger.”

But surprise! Surprise! We didn’t find them; someone else did and this started bigger problems yet.

An hour later I got a phonecall from the station again. A jogger had found the two girls. She had given the location where she had found the girls and then she had left. At first everybody thought the jogger didn’t want to get in any trouble, but as soon as we found the girls and they told us what had happened, we knew the real reason. The woman had found the girls tied on their police car and snapped some pictures. Then she had left and called the station with the phone of one of the girls.

When I arrived, a police car had just arrived. The girls were still sitting on top of the car. Their hands were tied behind their backs to the lights, one leg had been tied to the leg of the other girl and the other leg to the mirror. With their legs spread and no way to cover they were red all over. The legs were easily untied, because they were bound with scarfs, but their hands were handcuffed with their own cuffs. So we had to wait for the spare keys. In the meantime we covered them with some blankets and gave them a hot drink. It took another hour to bring them over to the station. We got them some clothes and they were brought home. We intended to question them in the morning.

But in the morning, the news came from the press. At least from one ‘Gazette’: The Elckerlyc’s Gazette – our own private tabloid.

“Two policewomen found naked yesterday evening

Yesterday evening one of our contributors had a very remarkable encounter. As she was doing her daily jogging, she noticed a police car parked in a path where normally only pedestrians and cyclists wander. She went nearer and noticed two young women sitting on top of the car. They were completely naked, sitting spread-eagled and their hands cuffed on their backs. Further news and pictures on page 3”

Above the article stood a picture of our two unfortunate women. Their eyes were covered by a rectangle, but their breasts and vagina’s only with a small square. The pictures on the inside didn’t hide anything, accept for the eyes. All the private parts of the poor policewomen were shown in all their glory.

“Two policewomen found naked yesterday evening

(Continuation of page 1)

Our reporter left the policewomen untouched to not mess with the evidence. Of course she couldn’t let an opportunity pass up like this. So before she called the police station she took some pictures. As you can see the two poor women are gagged and couldn’t tell our reporter much. But by what she gathered from the scene of crime, she thinks that the two women were lured in a decoy and – maybe unconscious – stripped and brought here. Anyway as we said, this is only guessing. But rest assured the Elckerlyc’s Gazette is going to the bottom of this mysterious case and will keep you informed.

Again, I felt pity for the two girls, but I couldn’t do a thing about it. I wasn’t going to let it rest, but I swore we would have our revenge. Both on the culprits and on the journalist. First of all we had to talk with the two girls.

I knew the final report would be far worse than the story in the newspaper. I was glad the ‘Gazette’ hadn’t found out the whole story.

“First I want your names,” I told them.

“Melissa Billen and Annelies Kuitjes, we’re both inspecteurs.”

I put on the tape.

“It’s 10.06 am. This is the interview with inspecteur Billen and inspecteur Kuitjes.”

I looked at them and started.

“First of all, where were you when the call came in?”

“We were driving at the Sterre. Because we were so near to the Kortrijkse Steenweg, we thought we should go and have a look. We told the station we would go over and see what was happening there.”

“When you arrived, was there something suspicious?” This was the hoofdcommissaris.

“No, when we arrived the bar was open. We entered and we saw an ... exotic woman sitting near the window. Behind the bar there was a naked waitress , but knowing where we were... We went to the waitress and she told us the woman had forced her to get naked. When we turned around the woman was smirking at us.”

“Didn’t you notice anything unusual? A weapon? A gun or knife?”

“No, she was sitting there completely relaxed. She kept on grinning. Melissa – inspecteur Billen – approached her and asked her to follow us.”

I looked at inspecteur Billen.

“And how did she react?”

“She started laughing. It took at least a minute before she calmed down. It was ... scary, threatening. Then she looked at me.

‘I do not thienk I will come with you; I have more important biesiness. I am strrronger then you two. So leave for your own sake!’

I thought this was rather rude and disrespectful, but she looked at me and smiled. A rather fake smile.

“Are you not lievieng? Then you wiel have to pay!”

‘Well, that’s the most stupid thing anyone has ever said to me. A bit of respect would suit you. Now stop this charade, get up and follow me!’ I told her.

‘Thies ies nothing to do wieth respect! I am very much stronger than you. So I want you to take off your clothes! All of them; I want your uniform!’

‘Well, that’s disgusting. And why should I take of my clothes. We are two officers of the law. You are completely on your own!”

I didn’t think of calling for assistance, because I thought she was crazy.

Suddenly I heard Annelies whispering my name. She was standing a bit back. When I turned over to her, she was already lowering her pants; her shirt and jacket were hanging over a chair.

‘Look over there!” she whispered. I turned my head in the direction she told me; there were about ten women standing there. They all had something they could use as a weapon: knifes, chains, clubs, ...

‘Your colleague seems to be smartest,” the woman near the window said, ‘If you don’t strip, you be ... ehm ... punished.’

With Annelies already stripping, I didn’t feel like I had much of a choice. So I started to take off my clothes. When I dropped my pants I turned red: of all days I choose this one to put on my piggy panties. They all started to roar. Even Melissa couldn’t hide a smile. I felt embarrassed because she of all people thought it was funny. I stuck out my tongue at her, which made the culprits laugh even more.

‘Give me the panties!’ the woman at the window ordered with a big grin. I let them drop on my ankles and then realised I had to pick them up.

‘Bend over!’ and I did bend over. The whole group went crazy when they saw my behind and my vulva. And then I was naked as on my birthday. Melissa and I got closer to each other and we tried to cover ourselves... which seems ridiculous now, but then...

Anyway there we stood covering our privates. Our uniforms had already disappeared and the waitress – who wasn’t a waitress at all – was dressed again.”

There was a long silence. Then I picked up the interrogation again.

“So how long did this take? Half an hour? And then they brought you to the woods; and then?”

“Well not exactly, ma’am. They ... ehm ... gave us a tray and we had to serve drinks ... in the nude. They slapped us on our butt cheeks and they kissed us on the mouth,” Annelies took over the story, “Some of them fondled our breasts while we were running around. They took the piggy panties and pulled them over Melissa’s head to make her look ridiculous. And then ... ,“ she hesitated, “then they pushed us against each other.

‘Now kiesss,” the woman told us and when we gave kisses on the cheeks: ‘Nooo, not there! On the mouth! Wieth your tongue!’

We had to; the other culprits were watching us. Then they made us crawl over the floor on hands and knees – well more elbows and knees.

‘Ies better for your ass’ the leader told us. We had to crawl the whole bar while the whole gang slapped our buttocks. Then we had to ... we had to ... “

She looked at inspecteur Billen who shrugged her shoulders.

“They made us do a 69 ... “ She stopped. I went to fetch some drinks and when I came back inspecteur Kuitjes was still sobbing, while her colleague had embraced her in an attempt to comfort her. The hoofdcommissaris stood at the window; she didn’t know what to say. Neither did I.

After a while, inspecteur Kuitjes continues the story.

“It was not the act that was terrible, but they were all cheering and shouting ... And then to humiliate us more they took off their boots – those who had boots – and they made us kiss their feet. The woman at the window called me; I had to ... to ... lick her feet and then... then ... she made me lick her ... her ... and they were cheering again and roaring and ... “

“Alright girls. Lets take a break. We end the interrogation temporarily here. It’s 11.55 am. We are interrupting the interview for lunch.”

After we had lunch the girls seemed to feel a bit better, so we continued the interview.

“It’s 14.00 hours. We continue the interview with inspecteur Billen and inspecteur Kuitjes. We stopped the moment you had to lick the feet of the leader of the gang.”

Annelies continued with a heavy sigh.

“Well, she wore this sort of Bohemian skirt – they all did – and she lifted it up, until I ... until I could see her vagina. She didn’t wear undies. I noticed it was trimmed.

‘Lick it,” she said, ‘make me cum and maybe I’ll give your uniforms back.’

So I started to lick her. The rest of the gang was leering at my bum and my p..., well at my vulva.”

She hesitated.

‘She did ... ‘cum’ ... eventually but she forced my face in her vagina until she had enough. But I couldn’t stop ... I was in a sort of ecstasy or trance ... She pulled my hair and almost threw me back. Then she lowered her skirts down again and put on her boots.” She stopped.

I turned to Melissa. “And what happened to you in the meantime?” I asked almost afraid.

“First they made me stand up with my legs spread and my hands on my head. After they made me do the same as Annelies had to do, but ... well with more than one ... you know what I mean.”

The atmosphere was getting more tense and grimmer.

“And then?” the hoofdcommissaris sighed. She was completely overcome.

“They took us outside, naked,” Annelies answered, “I told the woman she had promised to give our uniforms back, but she just laughed.

‘Did you really think I would give you your uniforms back?’ I tried to scream, but she stepped nearer and pinched my nose. She lifted her right hand with the piggy panties in it and stuffed them in my mouth.

She gave me a vicious look and said ‘I hope you like your colleague’s taste. It should be sweet.’

It made me shut up and I almost cried, but I didn’t want to cry before all these punks.”

Melissa took over.

“They shoved Annelies’ panties into my mouth and they put us in a van. We couldn’t see where we were driving. When we stopped, they dragged us out and pulled us onto our car. They used our handcuffs to tie us to the lights and they used some ropes they brought along apparently to tie our legs... “

She hesitated again.

“Before they left they tickled us. We couldn’t do anything, not even shout, because of the panties in our mouth. And then I ... I ... started to pee ... They found it ... hilarious ... they started laughing again. Then they left us. It was about six o’ clock. It was shimmering already.”

“And then this jogger came along. She didn’t even bother to untie us: she just took pictures. When she had taken a lot of pictures, she called the police. Then she went off and left us there.”

Annelies looked wearisome.

“Now we find the pictures in the ‘Gazette’,” she almost cried.

“Don’t worry; I’ll find the jogger. I already got a suspicion. And when I find her she is going to pay, I promise,” I told them, “Trust me!”

When they left, they looked a bit better. As I closed the door behind me, the hoofdcommissaris looked at me.

“You mean it? Do you have a suspicion?” she asked rather incredulously.

“Yes, ma’am, I do. At least about the jogger,” I answered, “And about the gipsies; there was a cloud before my eyes, but now it is vanishing. I’m looking in the right direction, but it’s still vague!”

She looked curiously, but I smiled at her.

“All in due time!” And I left, I wanted to see Ingrid.