"The Elckerlyc District Mystery- involvement" by Elckerlyc

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The Elckerlyc District Mystery




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District involvement




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I should have known and I should have stayed in the district. But as anybody knows: you never disregard an order from the Colonel. She is a gorgeous woman, but she’s made of steel: steel eyes, steel brains, steel feelings.

So in the morning I said goodbye to Ingrid. I told her to get my belongings in the hotel and take them to her place; I would be home in the evening. Again: I should have known. It was as if the devil was playing with me. I went to Brussels and I entered the Bunker. The Colonel wasn’t there yet so I waited outside her office. I admit I was nervous; I knew everything had turned into a mess, but that wasn’t my fault. But I also knew the Colonel wouldn’t think this way.

An hour had passed when she finally arrived. She grumbled something that sounded as a greeting and went in. I waited. Suddenly her head came round the door.

“What are you waiting for? Get in here and close the door!” she ordered.

I hardly had closed the door when she told me to start reporting. So I did. She never said a word while I was telling about the stripping in the mall, the trap in the factory, the wood, the brothel and even the baring of the whole Elckerlyc Police Force. When I had finished there was a long silence.

“And how about civilians?” she asked.

“Apart from the three mentioned there have been no complaints,” I answered.

“You messed up seriously this time!” she growled.

“Excuse me, Colonel, but you never told me to take matters in hand. You only told me to keep an eye on things and try to get explanations.”

“And did you?”

“I’ve got a few ideas,” I told her and started talking. When I had finished she looked at me for a long time.

“You could be right. Listen, I want you to clear up things from here. Everything you need is here; make phone calls, look on internet, etc… Nobody will disturb you here and nobody will spy on you here.” She smiled.

“When you have finished, you can have all the help you want. But work fast!”

And I did; it took me only two days to work things out and pick up the loose ends. But by then disaster had struck! And this time the whole community was involved, not only the police force.

When I returned to Ingrid’s place I was astonished by the lack of people on the street. It was six o’ clock in the evening and the only people walking around were some elder ones and young teenagers. Suddenly an older man stopped me.

“Weren’t you with the police force the other day?” he asked.

“Well, I’m not with the police force, but I am here in reinforcement,” I explained.

“Maybe, you can help then. I tried to get help from the police but they don’t answer and I can’t get into the station. All the young people – between 18 and 45 – have vanished from the earth it seems.”

“What?” I asked.

“Well yes, they got a letter and then the police came over and told them to go over to the address mentioned on the letter. Orders by Elckerlyc,” he said.

“By whom?”

“Are you deaf? By Elckerlyc! They told us he was the leader of the district here and that’s why it was called the Elckerlyc District.”

“What a bunch of nonsense,” I told him, but I felt uneasy. “Do you have this letter?”

“Yes, I found one on the street; must have been lost. Here you are!”

“Thanks very much. Go back to your home, I’m going to the station.” And I went off.

As I approached the station I noticed all vehicles had gone again. Maybe that was the reason the station was empty.

“Stupid,” I thought, “Somebody must stay here: for if there is an emergency.”

I came at the entrance and pulled at the door. I couldn’t open it. I tried several times without result. Looking for a way to get in I walked around the building. At the back I found a small window above my head. I could jump and try to climb in. My first attempt failed; it’s hard to jump with heels and it’s even harder to climb in wearing a women’s suit. So I took off my heels, jacket and skirt and tried again. It worked; I pulled myself up and through the window. My panties were nearing my ankles but I kept them on. My stockings went the same way, but at least I got in. Pulling up my panties I saw the damage on my stockings and I peeled them off. Thus barefoot I started to explore the building. At first everything was quiet, very unnatural quiet. Until I came to the cellblock. Suddenly I could hear several people sobbing and other voices moaning. Very carefully I opened the cellblock door and there was the complete police force of the district, in the buff again. And this time I was the only one who had escaped; even Ingrid was there. I had forgotten she was on duty again. Some of them were tied high up at the bars of the cells; so high they had to stand on their toes. Their ankles were tied to the bars so that their legs were spread. The others were bound on the lower half of the bars, arms round the upright colleagues in such a way that they faced the lower private parts. All of them were gagged with their panties and duct tape. (I couldn’t see the panties then, I saw them when I removed the duct tape) I looked round in despair; I was getting tired of this. As soon as I found the hoofdcommissaris I ripped of the duct tape.

“Listen, I need to uncuff you, Vera, so where are the keys?” I asked her.

“They’ve taken them,” she told me.

“The spare ones; give me the combination of the safe!”

She whispered it in my ear. A few moments later I came back with the keys. It took several minutes to uncuff Vera, but then there were two of us and it started to go faster. Of course, I freed Ingrid first. She embraced me.

“Finally, you have come. I’ve been so scared,” she sighed.

I sent her to get some water for her and the others and went on putting the others free. Once all were free, I went to look for clothes. But there was nothing in the station; no clothes, no towels, no table cloths, not even toilet paper. Nothing! I opened the outside door of the station and got my skirt and heels back. When I came in again I told them the bad news. They weren’t surprised.

As they recovered, I asked them what had happened. It was an incredible story.

The day before - at six pm - a few policewomen entered the station and told the officers at the reception they had recovered some vehicles, which seemed to come from the Elckerlyc district. The two girls went outside to the parking lot with the ‘colleagues’ where they were grabbed and – again – forced to strip to their Birthday suit. As the girls were taking their clothes off, the raiders were joined by a bunch of other women in police uniforms. I sighed.

“Did you never think of the stolen uniforms and vehicles?”

They looked down in shame and shook their heads. Anyway, when they were naked they were forced inside. As they would enter a room with officers in, the culprits threatened to kill the two girls. As the officers inside would surrender they also had to strip naked. The scheme worked so well that the whole corps was naked in about an hour time, including the commissarissen and the hoofdcommissaris. Everybody was then brought downstairs to the cellblock. There they were tied as I have just described. By 8 pm everything was done. A few of them went upstairs and the policewomen could hear them printing something in the office of the hoofdcommissaris. The imposters downstairs forced the tied-up policewomen to lick the genitals of the upright colleagues and then they went kissing them themselves. When the culprits who worked upstairs returned they had the panties of the policewomen in their hands. The policewomen were gagged with the panties and duct taped.

That was where their tale ended. They had waited for someone to come and that was when I arrived. When I asked them about the letter that was given or sent to the citizens of the district, they were all surprised. I told them all the streets were empty and since there was not a soul on the street, it would be better to get some clothes at their homes. Reluctantly they went off and got some clothes. Most of them tried to cover their breasts and vulva as they walked outside, but they failed as they tried to run as fast as they could. Others didn’t bother to cover and just ran home. I took Ingrid in the car and we drove off.

We had agreed to meet as fast as we could at the station. From there we would go to the place mentioned in the letter. I had a faint idea where it was and I hoped I was wrong.

Well, I wasn’t; Geertrui and Klaartje immediately recognized the address. It was the same factory where they had been stripped and left behind. This meant it would be a huge task to get in if it was defended by the gipsy gang. I didn’t even doubt it anymore; this was the work of the gypsies and no others.

But there was no other choice: we had to go over and see what was happening there. We jumped in our cars and drove to the factory. We parked about half a mile from the place. We got out of the cars and listened. A big humming sounded through the air; as if a thousand mosquitos were flying around our heads. We took our pepper spray and walked carefully to the abandoned buildings. The gypsies were nowhere to be seen. But the closer we got to the main building, the louder the humming.

I was the first to enter. I was flabbergasted; the others behind me had to push me forward. A whole crowd of men and women were sitting on the cold floor, stark naked, tied to hands and feet and gagged with tape. The humming had been the noise they made to draw attention. As fast as we could we untied them and gave them something to drink. Most of them massaged their wrists and ankles to get the blood back to their hands and feet. When they all had recovered a bit, we started to ask questions. A woman - tall and proud, red hair, green eyes, freckles all over her body, in short a personality – came over and started to tell us what had happened. A whole bunch of women followed her. They started talking.

All the people there were between 18 and 45. They had been summoned by Elckerlyc. At first they thought it was because of the dangerous state of the building. Some had suggested that there would be a sort of referendum to what they would do with the building. But none of that.

When they arrived a high police officer was waiting. She claimed to be a hoofdcommissaris. She had long brown hair and piercing eyes. Her name was Elckerlyc or so she claimed. She told us that the Elckerlyc community - her community – had been chosen to try on a new uniform developed by the UG (the University of Ghent). The people of the district would be the first to wear and evaluate the new and revolutionary fabric. The fabric they were testing wouldn’t have to be washed – it washed itself – nor ironed. The fabric made sure that the people who wore it always had a comfortable temperature, etc.… They were shown a door to a little room, which served as a dressing room. They had to take off all their clothes and go through the door on the opposite side. There they would receive the new suit.

I couldn’t help asking: “And you bought this … nonsense? A police officer as a sort of salesman?”

“She was very convincing,” the woman said, “There was even a woman wearing glasses claiming to a professor who worked on the project. The police was brought in she said, to take care of the practical side of the project.”

I just sighed: “Go on.”

When they went in, the door was closed and they stripped naked. They put their clothes on a table in the dressing room and went out the other side. As they stepped in the other room a cloth was pushed on their mouth and nose and they fainted. Next thing they knew they were naked, gagged and tied to hands and feet, sitting in this big hall. Their clothes were nowhere to be seen, vanished.

I leaned back and I sighed. I should have known the gypsies would have tried something.

“I want you all to give a description of the police women and the ‘professor’,” I said.

The woman looked at me; “And who may you be?”

“We are the police corps of the district. Well I am here in reinforcement. But the officers were overtaken by these punks, before you got the letters.”

“So this is all of your fault. We are naked here because of you lot,” she said angry.

“Listen, miss, the officers were all overcome. They would never do anything against you people,” I told her, “Could you please give a description of the women? Now?”

She shook her head and went to Annelies to make a statement. But after a while she returned.

“And what shall we do now? We can’t go home like this, can we? We need some clothes or towels or blankets or … something to cover!” She was getting enraged.

“I’m sorry, Miss …?”

“Poedelnaakt!” she said and blushed.

I couldn’t believe it. I almost started laughing.

“Miss Poedelnaakt, before you leave, I want to ask all of you something.” I turned to the people.

“Listen up people, I’ve got very strong suspicions on who is behind this all; policewomen and citizens getting stripped naked. Pictures smeared all over the newspapers. And I think I can stop it. But I will need your help: I need about thirty people to help us.”

About 35 hands rose – almost all women, except for two men. Miss Poedelnaakt and her friends were among them.

“All right, I expect you all tomorrow morning at the Elckerlyc Police station at nine o’ clock.”

They all nodded and the people went off alone or in small groups, covering their privates and looking around them. But Miss Poedelnaakt and her friends came over to me.

“We are not leaving without something to cover ourselves! Helping you lot is all very fine, but you have to help us first and give us some clothes,” she said.

“I’m sorry but the officers had to run home naked themselves, before we could come to rescue you,” I answered.

“Then we have no choice! Come on, girls!”

As fast as lightning I was grabbed and they started to strip me. I could feel how they stripped me of my jacket and shirt and my skirt. Even my underwear and heels were taken down. I was naked before I knew. The Elckerlyc Police force was threated the same way. All their clothes changed from owner and body. For the third time they all stood completely naked, but this time they were stripped by the citizens they tried to protect.

Miss Poedelnaakt turned to me.

“This all wouldn’t have happened if you all had done a proper job. We’re going to lend your cars for a bit… To take some people home. Don’t worry, we’ll return them once we are finished.”

And she left with my car key. Her friends did the same with the keys of the other officers. There wasn’t anything left for us to do than wait till we got our cars back.

“Oooh, those stupid … ieieie … cows!” yelled Ingrid.

“Well, you can’t blame them, Pixie. How would you act if some culprits would strip you naked and you found out the complete police couldn’t help you because they were tied naked in their station?”

That calmed her down a bit. I wasn’t going to loose more time.

“Listen girls, come over here,” I whispered, “Tomorrow is revenge day; for the citizens of our district and for you. Tomorrow I want you to act as normally as possible; do your assignments and your job. Traffic, interrogation, etc. … Ingrid is coming with me. Once the volunteers and us two have left the only thing you can do is cross your fingers and keep an eye on your phone.”

They all nodded.

“One thing: don’t come anywhere near the Blaarmeerschen! Understood?”

They all nodded.

“Then we only have to wait for our cars,” I said.

It must have been a heavenly sight; the whole Elckerlyc Police force waiting for their cars in nature’s own. Some kept their knees high in front of their breasts, some had their knees and thighs on the ground covering their breasts, some were standing with one leg lifted to conceal their pussy. But all of us looked very uneasy.

Finally the women came back and invited us to get into our cars. The last ones were – you guessed it – Ingrid and me.

“First I’m going to drive to my place,” Miss Poedelnaakt said as she came to us. My suit was a bit to tight, but she looked great in it.

“When I’m home you can drive your car to your place,” she said. Then she looked at me very intensely.

“I can’t help it, but I got the impression I’ve seen you somewhere before.”

“Maybe in the police station?”

She hesitated: “Ye… yes … must be.”

She sat behind the wheel and drove off. Once arrived at her place she gave me the keys and I walked all around the car to drive home.

Once home, Ingrid looked at me.

“And how did you like it; being Nude In Public?” She emphasized the last three words. I smiled and just looked at her. My eyes shone. She looked back with her mouth wide open.

“No … you don’t mean it … You liked it!?”

I chuckled: “Well, it got me hot! So if you feel like it!”

The next morning we were both very eager to get our revenge on the gypsies.

Lena Blootbrood.