"The Elckerlyc District Mystery- Settlement" by Elckerlyc

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The Elckerlyc District mystery
by Elckerlyc,


Finally the settlement


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“And did you really liked it yesterday? I mean driving naked home?”

I got a colour, because I did like it. I never thought I would like it, since … Well, I was wrong. We had a great night together – Ingrid and me – but I still was too shy to admit it. So I looked a bit to the ground and nodded. She sniggered.

“You seemed so … quiet. You know the best girl in the class, a bit nerdy with your glasses. Don’t be mad, you are lovely with your glasses. Mmmehmm, I won’t leave you alone anymore. I saw all the men and women leering at you.”

She dropped her towel and started to get dressed. I still was combing my hair in my birthday suit. She came sitting right over me.

“Can you tell me what is the plan?” she asked.

“I will explain later, but one of us will have to get naked once more, I’m afraid,” I told her, “But if it works – and it will I’m sure because now I know my opponent – we’ll have a revenge. I’ve taken care off everything. I’ll explain in the station, after a few phone calls. Trust me, Pixie.”

“Oh I do honey.” Ingrid waited a bit; “Now give me a kiss!”

As I bent over she pinched in my nipples. I squealed.

“Let me get dressed. We still have a lot to do!”

At about eight o’ clock we arrived at the station. All the colleagues looked at us. I knew they were expecting a lot from me. I smiled reassuringly, but I felt very nervous. In the end failure or success depends sometimes on details.

I went looking for Klaartje and Geertrui. As soon as I found them I told them to take care off the ladies who volunteered for the job today. They also had to attend the briefing, I told them. After they left for the reception, Ingrid and me went to the hoofdcommissaris. She was already waiting for us.

“Did you see The Elckerlyc Gazette?” she asked immediately as we entered.

Without waiting for our answer she threw the newspaper on her desk. I picked it up.

This is how the Police force deals with honest citizens!

Yesterday we got a message of a person, which summoned us to go to the abandoned spinning factory. There we found the Elckerlyc Police Department busy unrobing innocent citizens. Our reporter found a hiding place and could take some pictures. She noticed that all the citizens seemed to be unconscious and they didn’t react to the fact that they were undressed. Later on …

(More facts and pictures on page 3)

On the first page - occupying half the front page - there was a picture of Miss Poedelnaakt in the arms of a policewoman with an exotic look. The poor Miss was already complete naked and had her eyes shut as if she was sleeping. Over the private parts little black squares had been put, barely big enough to cover them. On page 3 there were more pictures of women and men being stripped or already naked – the latter all women. I looked at the hoofdcommissaris.

“This is going to make the briefing even harder than it was supposed to be!”

I meditated on the pictures. Then I saw a solution.

“Listen, I have to alter my plans a bit, but this should make it easier. First let me explain what I did in Brussels for two days.”

I started explaining: how I found out my suspicions were true. The leader wasn’t a gypsy; all the rest was for sure. The thing was they loved to strip people naked but they didn’t have the brains to figure out and execute a plan like this. The person I suspected did.

“So, hoofdcommissaris, can you ask for a search warrant for this address? There will always be someone there, but be sure to wait for my sign. I’m sure you’ll find the missing uniforms there. And I need to make a phone at 3 pm from here in your office. I trust there are no mics or camera’s here?”

“No! Yesterday, after we got back from the factory I had the station thoroughly searched. And I was humiliated for the second time; being seen by the TR, completely bare.” Her cheeks still got red from anger and shame.

“So be sure you take all the culprits!”

“You can rely on us, ma’am. I made sure we will have our revenge. The Colonel is now talking to some very important people so we and the inhabitants will have our hands free to learn these punks a lesson.”

By then it was nine o’ clock and I went to the briefing room. All the women and the two men who volunteered were there. They were furious, especially the women and especially our Miss.

As soon as we entered they attacked us. I was afraid they were going to strip me again, but Miss Poedelnaakt calmed them down. Well, they didn’t strip me, but they were still furious.

“So miss Blootbrood – it is miss Blootbrood, isn’t it?’ I nodded and she went on: “What are you going to do about this?” The others looked at me in anger.

“I’m sick of this too, Miss Poedelnaakt. Oh, by the way, you can all call me Lena. Makes it easier. I know what I’m going to do; I had to change my plans, but it will make it easier. You will have to come with me to the Elckerlyc Gazette.”

There was some murmur.

“You know if you would take a lawyer, you’d probably would get a compensation. But you would be robbed of your revenge on all of them; the culprits, the leader, the journalist and the newspaper, or rather the tabloid.”

Everybody was looking at the others.

“Explain what you want us to do!”

And I explained. It took me over two hours to convince them, but at last they agreed to help me.

The first thing I did was contacting a journalist from the Elckerlyc Tribune. I hadn’t seen her for a long time, but she instantly recognized my voice. I asked her if she could come over to the station.

While we had to wait I explained everyone in detail what she had to do. There’s was one weak point in my plan; a certain moment one of us had to convince the Gypsy Leader there was another gang which was challenging here. And she had to face the leader naked to make her believe the other gang had stolen her uniform. Of course nobody volunteered.

I looked round and my eyes met Ingrid’s eyes.

“Alright,” I said, “We will see this afternoon!”

By then the reporter of the Elckerlyc Tribune had arrived.

“Hello Lena, what can I do for you?” she asked.

“Hello Minnie, you’re here already? Great! Do you want revenge on your cheating colleague of the Gazette?” I asked.

“What do you mean; cheating?” she was surprised.

“Oh, you didn’t know? She has contact with the culprits; they don’t know her face, but they know her phone number. They are telling her when to come to have a saucy article. So her paper is sure to get a scoop.” I told her.

“Is she really? And she is telling me how slow I am and how stupid,” she said angry, “Yes, of course I want to get her back.”

“This afternoon you’ll have your moment! But you have to wait till you get a call from Miss Poe…,” I couldn’t say her name – I didn’t want to embarrass her more than she had been till then.

“Call me Sabine,” she said.

“… from Sabine or from Klaartje here! Alright? You won’t regret it! Neither of us will. Oh, and bring a photographer with you. She or he will have lots of work to do,” I said smiling. “Oh yes and tomorrow we’ll go to the Gazette; you, Ingrid, Sabine and me. But be ready this afternoon. Be here at 2 pm.”

“Now it’s time to have lunch, everybody. Be here at two o’ clock. By the way, why aren’t there any men here.”

Sabine chuckled: “They all made excuses like work or pain in the back or having something to do. Well, they won’t leave the house today: we left them all stripped and tied up. No clothes this weekend and all the housekeeping in their prannies. That will teach the cowards!”

The women roared when she said it. They left still sniggering. I felt pity for those guys and I was happy I wasn’t in their place. Yesterday, I had felt what they could do.

I went to the Gazette. As I arrived the chief-editor and the reporter were just going to have lunch. I identified myself and pushed them back in.

“This time you went to far: you published naked pictures of citizens. They can sue you, you know?”

“They won’t!” both of them answered.

“Oh they will and if they do they will have the support of some rather influential people,” I told them and I mentioned a few names. They turned pale.

“What do you want from us?” they asked shocked.

“This afternoon I want you to come to the GUSB in this uniform,” I told the reporter and I gave her the suit, “Tomorrow I will return and tell you both what to do. If you try something stupid, you can forget the Gazette, your job and everything you own. Compris?”

They nodded quietly. I left. I had the curious feeling I had thrown a snowball down a mountain.



The revenge of the press

At two o’ clock, everybody was back in the briefing room. We talked through the last details. Everybody was tense and nervous.

I took Klaartje, Ingrid, Sabine and Minnie with me to Vera’s office. I made the call.

“Hello, is this Elckerlyc? No you don’t know me, but it doesn’t matter. I know one or two things that will interest you. No, I don’t want money; I just hate the police and I think you’re doing a fine job. I have heard they know the whereabouts of your gang and they are going to arrest them. You don’t believe me? The Blaarmeerschen; does it ring a bell? Well yes in an hour!” I hung up.

They all looked stupefied at me.

“Now it starts! Vera, I need you to go to this address with the search warrant and do a house-search. I am going to pick up the reporter of the Gazette. Ingrid and Sabine you both come with me. Klaartje and Minnie keep in touch. Minnie, where is your photographer?”

“I’m going to take the pictures myself! I can’t trust anybody now!”

“Great, you and Klaartje, wait for a sign from Sabine or Ingrid. I hope to see you both in a couple of hours and in good health!”

Klaartje and Minnie left to the place we had agreed on.

“Sabine, are all the ladies and your two men on their place?” I asked, “All at the bunker at the Bijloke?”

“They are and they are ready for any gypsy available,” she smiled.

“Great, come with me. I need to put on my uniform!”

I went upstairs and I put on my uniform. It wasn’t a police uniform, but it would make our Leader jealous. I didn’t know if I needed to put it on, but missions fail or succeed in details, I kept telling myself.

We picked up the reporter and went to the Blaarmeerschen. When we arrived there, everything was quiet, too quiet. We parked the car near the apartment buildings nearby. Then Ingrid, the Gazette reporter and me stepped out and went to the camping. Minnie would wait for a sign of Ingrid.

Arriving at the entrance of the camping I told the reporter to follow the way ahead, we would take the other way leading sidewards of the caravans and encircle them. She looked terrified, but she didn’t have much choice. Ingrid and I looked from a distance what happened.

Suddenly we saw an exotic woman grabbing the reporter from the left side. She squealed but immediately the woman put a hand on her mouth. At once five or six woman appeared and started to strip her naked. They dragged her to a place behind the caravans. We went a little closer to have a better look at the events. There we could see how the reporter was bound between two trees with her arms and her legs wide spread and gagged with her panties. She was crying, but I couldn’t feel pity for her: she didn’t have any pity for us. Then they started to grope her, pinch her nipples and even finger her. Her clothes – the uniform – had already vanished. I was looking where the others stood and then I started to undress myself. I had asked for a volunteer before we left, but no-one had answered, so I had to do it myself. Yesterday, I had started to enjoy it after a while, but now I was to nervous. I gave my clothes one by one to Ingrid until I was complete naked. I almost cried of anxiety.

“If you see us leaving, call Minnie,” I whispered, “I guess they will leave the girl over there behind. They probably think they will be back in no time.”

I kissed her goodbye – she cried too – and I went off - covering my bits and crying and shaking inside and outside - until I came between the caravans. At once somebody raised a great yell. Everybody looked back and saw me. The leader of the gang came out forward straight at me. She grinned.

“And who may this be?” she asked.

“Please, don’t hurt me. Please, I’ll do anything you say!” I trembled.

She looked disdainful at me.

“What are you doing here? Completely naked!” she laughed and she gave me a slap on my butt and groped my breasts.

“Please,” and this time the tears were real, “We came to arrest you, but we fell in a trap. We thought Brigitte here had escaped!”

The reporter was moaning through her gag; probably trying to say that I was lying. But the gypsies didn’t understand her and thought she was in league with me.

“You were almost here,” the Leader said, “What happened?”

“We were attacked by another gang at the entrance of the domain. They stripped us all bare as you can see. They told us they were a lot nastier than you and your gypsies and they would take over the district. But first they would bring us to their hideout. I barely escaped.” I really trembled while I was telling this and it was not because of the cold. If they wouldn’t believe me, this could mean my dead. There was a long silence and I started to cry; of desperation and fear.

“Where is this hideout?” the Leader asked.

I fell on my knees; I was getting crazy of relief. I was shaking by now: suddenly I could feel the cold. I tried to hold my feet in my hands to warm them up a bit.

“They said something about a bunker and the Bijloke, but I’m new here and I don’t know what they meant!” I cried. I almost yelled at them. The Leader took my chin between her fingers.

“Don’t lie to me or it will be your last lie,” she hissed.

“I don’t, I don’t, I don’t, I don’t, … “ I kept repeating.

She turned to the others.

“Take this one and gag her! I have to get something in my wagon.”

When she returned, she had a collar and a leash. She put the collar round my neck and put the leash on.

“Why isn’t she gagged yet?” she asked.

“We haven’t got anything to gag her with,” one of her henchmen answered.

“Give me your panties!” she ordered the girl. The girl reluctantly pulled down her panties, carefully making sure we couldn’t see anything but her long legs.

She took the panties and turned to me again.

“Open your mouth!” I couldn’t believe it. I kept my mouth closed, but she pinched my nose and put them in my mouth.

“And don’t try to spit them out!” but before she finished her sentence the panties were lying on the ground. She picked them up, shoved them in my mouth again and pulled me over her lap. Then she gave me a spanking that made me cry and mumble – since I couldn’t yell. When my butt was sore, she pushed me on the ground.

“Come on puppy, on all fours to the car,” she said. Watching me intensely she added: “Strange I got this feeling I know you.”

I didn’t answer; I got on all fours and tried to avoid feeling humiliated. But the slaps on my butt, the taste in my mouth and the groping of my breasts and my southern regions didn’t help at all. When some of the culprits went off to free the reporter, they were called back.

“Leave her hanging; we will deal with her later. She’ll make a fine sex toy!”

We took off; me crawling and the rest walking. From the corner of my eyes I could see Ingrid in the distance. I hoped she would call Minnie.

“And above all,” I thought, “I hope Klaartje, Sabine and Ingrid get the others ready now! It’s the last chapter now!”



Our revenge

As far as I could tell by now, the whole mission had failed. I hadn’t seen Minnie and the only thing I knew: I was humiliated as never before. I didn’t know if the women and the colleagues were ready. I was working in the dark and I could only hope everything went well.

We arrived at the Bijloke.

“Where is this bunch meeting?” the Leader asked.

“In one of the bunkers,” I told her and then I saw the door of one of the bunkers standing open, “Look over there!”

She turned around and got a devilish smile on her face. She called the girl of the panties.

“We are going inside. I don’t want this bitch to come with us. She could ruin everything. So you will have to guard her until we return. Don’t worry you’ll get your share,” she said and turned to the others, “Come on girls; new uniforms and new sex toys. We’ll have a great day.”

They went to the bunker and disappeared inside. The guard turned and came up to me, a devious smile on her face. Her hands went to my secluded aria and she was almost touching my vagina, when I saw a shadow from behind her swinging a fist. The next moment she lay before my feet. I looked up in surprise and saw Ingrid standing.

“Mmmpppphhhh?”

“Wait a moment and keep still,” she whispered, “ The others have gone inside to direct things. All the volunteers are inside, behind the doors. Once inside the Gypsy Gang doesn’t stand a chance. If they want to get outside they will have to fight. And believe me the girls from the district are furious after I told them what I have seen. Oh … and Minnie is taking pictures of her colleague; she loves it and she told us she would be here before we had finished.”

In the meantime she untied me.

“Are you alright?” she asked.

“I am now. Have you got my clothes?”

She shook her head: “I’ve forgotten them in the car.”

I started stripping the gypsy. Before long she was lying completely naked on the ground. We tied her hands and feet and then Ingrid hogtied her with a rope she found nearby. I put her panties in her mouth.

“Get a taste of yourself,” I hissed and then I hurried up and Ingrid followed. We both went up to the bunker and I almost ran. Once through the door, a hand held me back. One of the volunteers put her finger on her lips. I let my eyes get used to the darkness and saw a second door.

“The gang is all in there; the leader and her cronies,” she told me.

“Good, take your flashlights and follow me. The moment I shout, you shine in the direction of the gypsies.”

Silently, carefully, we sneaked into the direction of the second door. As soon as we all got through I opened my mouth.

“Now!” and a dozen flashlights went on and shone on the Gypsies. A moment later, another dozen shone from the left and another from the right. On the far end there was a wall. The gang was caught.

As I counted them they were sixteen. And then I found the leader. I stepped over to her. She was completely surprised to see me free and dressed – and what’s more dressed in the clothes of her guard.

“So the stupid girl couldn't keep her hands to herself. She had to try you, didn’t she?”

“No she didn’t, Eva Indernakie!” I said.

She was taken aback. She stood speechless for several minutes. Everybody was quiet. Then I spoke again.

“You still don’t recognize me, but you almost did. In the Blaarmeerschen when you gave me that spanking. You gave me a spanking before. You also pantsed me the whole time, you used to steal my towel in the showers, but that’s something you did to most of the girls at school. But I am the only girl you stripped naked on her 18th birthday and chased through the whole school building. All the students and the teachers saw me running naked, while you and your gang of bullies were shouting: ‘Leentje is streaking’ and ‘Welcome to the adult world, Leentje’. Do you remember?”

By now I was shouting.

“You are Leentje Elckerlyc?” she panted, “I thought I would never see you again.”

“The moment I heard policewomen were stripped naked, I knew you would have a hand in it. So I asked the Colonel to put me on the case. I messed up seriously, because I never got a description of you and because you really hid your tracks well; the talking, the clothes, even your fake gypsy clothing. What really betrayed you was using my name. I knew you were jealous of it. By the way, my name has nothing to do with the name of the district.”

I looked at her, I was furious.

“There’s only one test I still have to do. I have to see the colour of your skin. So start stripping!”

“What?! Are you crazy? Do you really think I’m going to get naked in front of this crowd here?”

Some started chuckling - and not only volunteers.

“You’ve got the choice: do it yourself and spare you the humiliation of getting stripped by me. Or being stripped, spanked and gagged with panties of one of your cronies!”

She attacked me, but I was prepared. I grabbed her wrist and forced her arm behind her back. Then the unveiling started; I pulled her skirt down. Her bare thighs were still half covered by her shirt. I pulled down her panties and pushed them in her mouth. While she tried to spit it out, I tore her shirt apart which left her with one piece of clothing; her bra. But to unclasp a bra you don’t need a lot of force. There she stood: naked as the day she was born, trying to cover from the leering looks of volunteers and culprits alike. And everybody could see the tanlines, tanlines a gypsy never would have.

“You bitch! I’m going to get you for this humiliation!” she screamed and she attacked again. But once more I grabbed her arm and turned it in such a way she had to bend over. With her ass exposed and vulnerable, I couldn’t let the occasion pass. I gave her a harsh spanking. By now, everyone was supporting me. Indernakie tried to escape but only managed to fall on the ground with her ass high up. Which made her even more a target for my hands. And while she was yelling and squealing I looked at the volunteers, who suddenly seemed to remember why they were here. They jumped on the gypsy girls and overpowered them.

“Strip them all till they are naked!” Klaartje and Ingrid yelled. And that’s what the volunteers did. In the light of the flashlights - which were now lying on the ground – colourful shirts, skirts, panties, bandanas, stockings and boots were flying in the air -until the whole gypsy gang was naked. They all stood against the wall covering their private parts with their arms and legs.

“Ladies, get down on the ground please with your hands on your back!” Klaartje yelled. And then she stopped.

“Captain, we don’t have anything to tie them with!”

“Some of you: rip their clothes in large strips and tie them with those,” I said. I was calming down. I looked at Eva Indernakie and smiled wickedly.

“Start crawling, Eva. On all fours, like you had me doing. I still got something in mind for you, but first I have to make a phone call. Or Ingrid can you call the hoofdcommissaris and tell her to come over to the Bijloke? But tell her not to hurry.”

Ingrid went out and came back a few moments later with Minnie.

“I’ve got great pics of the ‘traitor’,” she said, “I called the police to pick her up and came over as soon as I could.” She was really out of breath.

“Can I take pictures here?”

“By all means, Minnie. You are the official reporter of this event,” I told her and she got to work immediately.

I turned back again to Indernakie. I saw most of her cronies were already tied up and lying on the ground.

“From my years in high school, I remember you were hot like hell. You use to force girls to eat your pussy. I think it’s time for a refund: start eating your Gypsies.”

And when she hesitated: “Now!”

She crawled on the floor to the nearest culprit and started to lick her cunt. When the Gypsy had cum she crawled over to another one, and so on… The atmosphere in the bunker got grim until Vera arrived with the police combi’s. The policewomen picked up the culprits and took them to the vans. Only Eva was left.

“Now crawl to the van!” I ordered. She looked at me.

“Please, don’t make me do this!” she begged. Only Ingrid was left, all the others were waiting outside.

“I remember me asking the same thing when you and your gang of bullies stripped me naked and dragged me to the elevator. I still remember what you said to me: ‘You’re a cow, you don’t deserve clothes. You only deserve abasement.’ You don’t even deserve abasement, but it’s the only thing I can give to the people you humiliated. And the only thing I can think of to satisfy my hunger for revenge. And later, when you all are behind bars, we have the permission of the highest authority to punish you and your gang in a way we find fitting. We that is; the Elckerlyc Police Force and the citizens of Elckerlyc. But till then, start crawling!”

Lena Blootbrood

AKA Leentje Elckerlyc.