"The Elckerlyc Agency" by Elckerlyc

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The Elckerlyc Agency


by Elckerlyc










I was planning to write the story of our first case, but Ingrid started to read it and she suddenly stopped.

“Honey,” she always calls me ‘honey’ when I’m naked, “Honey, I know you love the case of the Lost Jewellery, but that wasn’t our first case, you know?” She squeezed my nipple a bit.

“Oh no?” I asked gasping.

“No, our first case was the Brussels Revenge,” she answered, “I know you don’t like it, but it was.”

“But that was my case, you just did nothing. Except humiliating me a bit more!” I grumbled.

“Don’t say you didn’t like it, because you did!” and she still laughed at the thought of it. I couldn’t deny it.

“Besides; if you want to write an accurate history of the agency, you’ll have to tell of the Brussels Revenge.”

She was right of course, but it’s hard to tell the story of a failed mission. Anyway, as always Ingrid was right; despite the fact – or maybe just because – I was humiliated I still got aroused by the memory of it. I sighed, but here it is…

1. Brussels Revenge

The months after we got Eva’s gang of Rom girls were great. One month later Ingrid started to get everything ready for her – or our – agency. She had me tricked in saying yes and I couldn’t say no to her. While she was busy I went to the station every day and when she had time, we visited the culprits together.

Most of them kept quiet only Eva wasn’t happy, which wasn’t difficult to understand. She had to work in an apron at first but later mother told her she had to pleasure the clients. She didn’t like it and so she started mocking and didn’t do a proper job anymore. But Ingrid had an idea.

“Can we have her for a couple of hours?” she asked. Mother shrugged her shoulders, so we took her upstairs and tied her to the bed – without apron. Two hours later she was completely wasted, but she looked happy. At least as happy as could be.

“May I give a word of advice?” Ingrid asked. She didn’t wait for an answer and went on: “Let her pleasure female costumers; you’ll find her a lot easier!” And so it was.

So everything went well for the district; tourists, students and just common people visited the district’s pubs to see the naked waitresses. The money came in; there were already little Naked-Waitresses-dolls in the souvenir shops and someone had published a comic called ‘The adventures of the Elckerlyc’s District Police and the Roma gang’. The District Council – which had the right to make decisions concerning the district – had established the last weekend of October as the ‘Victory weekend’. In this weekend they would celebrate the victory on the Roma gang and because of the peculiar things that happened the police force had to work naked for the whole weekend. But not only that; the men – because of their behaviour at the last minute – had to stay naked also and do all the homework.

One day, Ingrid phoned me: “Put on your clothes and meet me in the Naked Cop. And quick!”

The Naked Cop was a pub that had changed its name just after the events. The owner’s wife had bought four Roma girls, but she was very kind to them. The girls were allowed to wear an apron and only had to work in the evenings. They got a lot of freedom and everybody thought they were happy.

“I’m dressed, I’m at the station, you know.” I answered.

“I know, but since the council decided that it is legal to walk around naked in the district, you seemed to love it,” she answered.

“Alright, alright, I’m coming,” I told her and went off.

When I entered ‘The Cop’, Ingrid and the owner – a woman called Lise – were sitting at a table, obviously discussing a hot topic.

“Ah, sweetie,” that’s how Ingrid calls me when I am dressed, “You have finally arrived. Do you notice something?”

I looked at her, at Lise and then I looked round in the pub.

“No! Is there something wrong?”

“Don’t you miss something? Something alive and moving?”

I looked around, but I was baffled by her question. She noticed.

“The Roma have gone,” she answered her own question. Now that she had told me, it was obvious: no waitresses. Well no waitresses in aprons; three girls were serving drinks, but they were fully clothed. Lise saw me looking at the girls who served drinks.

“So you noticed; they’re not the Roma I got on the auction, they are my nieces. The four Roma girls ran away.”

I couldn’t help smiling.

“When did they run away?” I asked.

“Yesterday, they left the pub and went home. I needed two of them this morning to clean up but they had all vanished.”

“How’s that possible? They all had collars, didn’t they?”

“They cut them,” she told me and she showed them to me. They were all cut and not with scissors. It was impossible to cut them with scissors.

“They must have had help to do this,” I said, “They didn’t have the tools to cut this, so someone must have helped them.”

“Obviously,” Lise said, “But I want them back; I paid good money for them.”

“Call the hoofdcommissaris,” I told her, but she shook her head.

“That was the first thing I did, but she told me they couldn’t do anything. What we had done was only legal over here. And it was exceptional… So they told me to find a solution of my own… and then I heard you were starting a detective bureau…”

“But it… “ I began.

“Yes, we have started “The Elckerlyc Agency”. So what do you want us to do?” Ingrid cut me short.

“Well, find my waitresses and bring them back, of course!” Lise answered.

“But… but… We… “ I tried again.

“Well lets talk about it. What can you tell us about the waitresses?” Ingrid interrupted me.

“But we…” I mumbled, but they didn’t pay attention to me. They started to talk about the waitresses and I just listened. Seemed the Roma girls had planned it all in secret; nobody knew about it, not even their former accomplices.

And then they talked about the pay and the details of the contract.

“Well, you won’t have much expenses, because I can’t come along. Not immediately, in any case. I have a of bit homework to do,” Ingrid told Lise. I was completely surprised.

“Wait a minute! You can’t … “ I started, but Ingrid interrupted me.

“Sweetie, you’ll be doing fine. Besides, it will only take a few days,” she said in her no-excuses-tone.

I opened my mouth and I closed it again, just like a fish. They both looked at me as if I was an alien. Then they turned back to each other.

“Listen,” Lise continued, “I don’t care what you want; I’ll pay it, expenses included. But I want these girls back.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll get them back!” Ingrid assured her.

“And if you don’t get them back?”

Ingrid just looked at her. Lise turned to me.

“If I don’t get my girls back, I want you to work for me for a month… in your birthday suit!”

“Oh no … are you…” but I didn’t get the chance to finish my sentence.

“Deal” said Ingrid and they shook hands. I was completely flabbergasted. Ingrid made a deal and I had to take care of it. And the worst of all; I had nothing to say in it.

Ingrid drank another beer, but I didn’t feel like drinking anything. I just wanted to leave.



The next day I started my investigation. I don’t need to tell you Ingrid and me had a big argument; I threw her on the street, naked. She was mad at me, but not as mad as me at her. In the end we made up and we had a few hours of … , well it wasn’t sleep.

First I went to the station to look for information, but they couldn’t tell me anything more than that they heard of it, but couldn’t do a thing about it. Just then two young women were brought in. They were both stark naked and they looked worn out. Everybody turned around.

Melissa and Annelies – yes, the girls who were found naked on their car – brought them in. I went over and they recognized me.

“They say they are two flight attendants who were going to Brussels because they had a flight,” Melissa answered my unspoken question.

“They told us they were robbed by four naked girls; foreigners they guess. Because of the language they spoke. The girls ordered them to hand over their clothes and their jewels… And their luggage with spare clothes. When the strangers had dressed themselves, they left with everything. But looking at them I would say the girls had some fun before they left.”

The resemblances with the Rom made me curious, so I asked if I could interrogate them. I could. When they entered both the attendants looked weary; they were fowled up in blankets and were obviously feeling uneasy. They gave a description of the culprits that matched the Rom girls, but they were shy in telling what had happened to them, except from the stripping. So I gathered Melissa and Annelies were right.

When the interview was finished, I went over to Vera to tell her that I’d like to be informed of similar cases happening in the future. As soon as I was reassured I brought the two girls home and went over to our place. Ingrid was waiting.

“I think I’ve got a lead, at least I hope so,” I told her.

“It better be for your sake. Otherwise you’ll be serving naked for a month,” she grinned, “I love the idea.”

“If I find the girls, what will you do?” I asked.

“Lets see! I could work at the reception in a hotel in my birthday suit. Or pose as a naked statue or ...”

She grinned. I looked at her.

“Don’t worry, I’ll find something when I have finished.”

Next day I found a lot of notes on my desk; the Rom had been working and they worked fast.

1. Aalst: 2 cheerleaders coming from training had been stopped and stripped of their uniforms and their underwear by four exotic girls.

2. Dendermonde: a nurse in (!) the local hospital had been relieved from her uniform – and the rest of her wardrobe - and left tied up in a cupboard.

3. Mechelen: 2 female police officers had been lured in a trap and under threat of their own pepper spray had been forced to strip naked. They were handcuffed one to another’s back and left behind in a public wood. When they were found they were arguing about who was to blame. Their car was later found in Leuven.

4. Leuven: 3 female traffic wardens were found stripped nude in a corner of a parking lot, 2 tied up in a 69 position and the third hogtied next to them.

As I was looking at the four notes, I suddenly realised where they were heading for. I went to our place and told Ingrid I would be of for a few days.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“I’ll tell you when I return,” I told her.

“How long will you be gone?”

“A week at the most. And when I return I’ll have a bit of fun with you,” I said grinning at her. But she looked serious.

“Be careful, this could be dangerous,” she warned me. I just smiled at her. Now I wished I had listened to her.

Before I left I called to the central police station in Mechelen; I wanted to talk to the two policewomen.

When I arrived at the station in Mechelen, they were still tied together but covered with a blanket. They both looked very cute, but rather flushed and embarrassed. They couldn’t help me a lot, but I hadn’t expected much. I gave them both a little kiss as I left, which left them even more embarrassed.

I drove of for my destination, but couldn’t help to make a detour through the Zonien forest. If I was right, something or someone should be there…. And there was... I found two young ladies with an elegant hairstyle, careful polished finger and toenails and … tied to a tree completely naked. Both were gagged with a panty and a stocking. As soon as I untied them they took their gags out and gave the panties to each other.

“They won’t help you much,” I told them as I noticed the waistbands were cut. They stared at the panties and one of them – a redhead – put on the stocking. She looked a bit ridiculous, but she was too shocked to notice.

“If you give me your address I’ll take you home. You can call the police from there. What were you both doing in the forest?” I asked.

“We were horse riding,” the blonde said, hugging her breasts, “when four girls stopped us. One of them was lying on the ground. They asked us to help them so we dismounted. The moment we set foot on the ground they grabbed us and stripped us naked.”

“Then they gave us a hard spanking and tied us to a tree. One of them came over and kissed us on the mouth... I can still feel her tongue in my mouth...” she admitted blushing.

While they gave a description of the four girls we walked to my car. There wasn’t anything new they could tell me; the pattern was too recognizable. But it told me I was on the right track: they were in Brussels or at least in the suburbs of the city. It would be hard to find them here.

I gave both girls a towel and drove to their place. As they went inside, I told them to call the police and gave them my name. After that I drove off to see the colonel.

As I entered the office she stood up to greet me. We hugged and I took a seat explaining the whole situation. She kept silent for a while and then she lifted her head.

“I’m afraid there’s not much I can do. They can hide anywhere in this city and even if we find them, it’s not sure we can arrest them. It may cause a riot that could spread over the entire city. If we can locate them we will let you know; the rest is up to you.”

I nodded; I hadn’t expect anything more than that. Leaving the office I took my phone and called the Maddisson Blue Royalty Hotel. I know it has five stars and it’s extremely luxurious, but hey; expenses were paid for, so I’d better have some fun, no?

I arrived at the hotel and got the key of my room. I unpacked and went for a stroll in the city. First I got to the Marollen. If there was anything with Rom someone in the Marollen could give me information. I walked round, visited all my contacts of the past and spend times in pubs, but nobody could help me. I left cards with my phone number and told them where they could find me.

Then I went over to Molenbeek. This was a lot trickier, because it was a rough neighbourhood. I asked around, went to all my old friends and contacts, but again nobody was able to help me. By then it was 19.30 hours and my stomach was growling. I went to a restaurant in the Rue des Bouchers, quite expensive, but very tasty.

As there wasn’t much I could do anymore I sauntered a bit and ended at the Grote Markt. I went in a café and had a Geuze Louis. It was ages since I had one and I loved it, so I took another one. When I left for the hotel it was half past ten and I felt tired.

Once in the hotel I went straight for my room. As I left the elevator I saw two women in uniform standing outside my room. Suddenly I was alert; no more drowsiness from the beer. I walked on and they turned to me. They looked exotic but this was Brussels; everybody looked exotic.

“Hello miss, is this your room?” the one on the right said. I nodded.

“We had a complaint of noise coming from your room and we came to see if something was wrong. Have you been in the last hour?”

“Well no, I’ve been walking around in the city. I had diner and a couple of drinks. I just returned.”

“Is there someone else in your room?” she asked further. She was speaking with a very heavy accent, but Brussels houses so much nationalities nobody talks without an accent.

“No or at least there shouldn’t be,” I answered.

“Can I have your key then?” she asked, “We will go in first to see what is happening.”

I handed my key and they went in carefully; one had a gun and the other a pepper spray. After a few minutes they called.

“It’s alright, miss! You can come in now! There is nothing here!”

I went in without a single suspicion... then I saw the foot. Before I could do anything the door closed behind me and there stood... a young woman. She had an exotic look and I thought I had seen her somewhere.

“You know me,” she said, “You take my clothes and put them on and then you sell them.”

This was the Rom girl that guarded me; I took her clothes when I went in the bunker at the Bijloke* and left her naked and hogtied. She looked at me.

“Now it’s my turn to striep you,” she said.

“But you’ve seen me naked!” I cried, “Why do you want to see me naked again?”

“Yes, I have seen you naked, but I did not strip you. I want to show your body, I want to humiliate you. So shut up and liesten!” she answered.

I was mad and suddenly darkness came over me.

“You will not strip me!” I shouted, “I will fight you!”

She grinned at me and waved her hands to point at the room. I looked around twitching my head from left to right. I saw the foot again. It was bare and it was connected to a bare calve and a bare thigh and a completely bare body. A young woman was sitting naked at the floor in my room. And next to her there was another naked woman.

“Thies are the guards. We tell them to give the uniforms and they do,” she said with a devious smile. “And look over there!” She pointed to the other side of the bed. There was another woman lying down; stark naked as the other two.

“That is the chamber maid. She come to clean when we call her,” and she turned her head to her friend. “And look at the hand of my friend!”

I looked and I saw a weapon in it. And on the weapon there was a silencer. I looked at the three naked women. Their hands were tied behind their backs; the guards’ legs were bound to each other, the maid was hogtied and drooling. I felt pity for them: they were innocent.

“You see? We can shoot without noise. So ief you do not do what I tell you, we wiell kiell you all.”

Her voice was as cold as ice. I was defeated. She felt it and came over to me.

“Do not try something,” she hissed in my ear, while she nodded at her friend and one of the guards. The poor girl was weeping while the gun was pointed at her.

“Stand up and be stiell,” she said.

So I stood straight and waited in anticipation. The first thing she took was my purse. She looked inside and took out my phone.

“Good for piectures,” she whispered in my ear. My eyes opened wide: she was going to take pictures! With my own phone!

“Lets see! Start wieth the jacket? No! Lets take the skirt,” she smiled wickedly while she dawdled slowly around me. She put her hand on my butt and started caressing it. I flinched.

“Sssss...” she whispered. Then I could feel her opening the button and unzipping the skirt. I closed my eyes in unbelief. It felt like nothing would happen if I closed my eyes, but it happened… of course it did. My skirt slid down on the ground. My shirt and jacket were covering my privates on the south side.

“Mmmm... stockings,” she sighed, “I love stockings on beautieful legs.” And she fondled my bottom while lifting the hem of my jacket and shirt.

“Oooohhhh... She is wearing a lacy strieng,” she was making fun of me, “A black one! Ooooh!”

“It’s a thong, not a string,” I hissed.

“Liettle lady,” she sounded serious, “I say iets a strieng, iet ies a strieng! Compris?” She hissed in my ear. I could feel the heat of her breath in my ear shell. I closed my eyes again, because I could feel tears coming up and I didn’t wanted to cry.

“And a suspender belt! What were you planning thies evenieng?”

Her culprits were sniggering. I didn’t answer.

“Thies wiell make iet funnier!”

She loosened my left stocking; it felt halfway my thigh. She started to loosen the right one, but stopped. The front was loose: I felt ridiculous.

“Lets keep the stockings tiell the end.”

And she unbuttoned my jacket, extremely slow. And while unbuttoning it I could feel her hand stroking my belly through my shirt.

It aroused me! I couldn’t believe it: I GOT AROUSED! But she stopped.

“I have better idea,” she said and I felt her fingers sliding under the waistband of my thong. It glided down to halfway my thighs, just beneath my left stocking. Then she started unbuttoning my shirt. She pushed her hips against my pussy. I could feel the heat coming up my southern frontier. There were no walls anymore. I started breathing heavily.

“Mmm... the priettie woman ies getting hot...” the Rom girl teased, while she opened one button after another. Her friends were giggling, but the captives kept their heads down, My jacket and shirt were open by now.

“Lets see what happen now!”

She slid my jacket and shirt over my shoulders: the only cover came from my bra. She stood back and got my phone.

“Say cheese,” and she took a picture. Me with my stockings and panties half down, my little secret unveiled and only my breasts covered. She came closer again. The straps of my bra went down and one by one she lifted my breasts out of their cups. I tried to stop her because I knew they were already hard. She noticed and started pinching them.

“How nice tits! And niepples!” she giggled. My cheeks were hot. Again she stood back.

“No thies ies not good for picture,” she said. She walked up to me and loosened my right stocking completely. She slid it down to my ankle and took of my right heel. My left stocking was pulled down to my calf and my thong just above my knees. I felt ridiculous and powerless. Again she took a picture.

She came back and took my jacket and shirt completely of. Then she removed my bra. She took of my right stocking, leaving me barefooted on one side.

“Put the hands on the head!”

I obeyed; what else could I do? I didn’t want to risk the life of an innocent girl. Pictures again. She disrobed me further until I was only left with just one stocking.

“Fantastiec,” she said smirking. More pictures.

When she removed the last item of clothing, I felt relieved. I thought this was going to be the end. God was I wrong!

All my jewellery disappeared; rings, necklace, bracelets, even my earrings vanished. Then she whispered in my ear – I could feel the soft air of her breathing.

“This is only a first punishment!” I felt her tongue in my ear. I tried to pull away, but she took my head between her fingers and pushed her lips on mine. A moment later she forced her tongue in my mouth. At first I was disgusted, but as we kept on kissing I got aroused. Her body was pressed against mine and I could feel how she enjoyed this ... sweet torture.

The moment she slowly pulled back I tried to hold on to her, but she chuckled.

“You like iet? We wiell have many more fun before I lieve... But now more piecs!”

She slapped me on my butt cheeks and the next thirty minutes she made me pose in the most humiliating poses. When there are people watching you anyway. At first I only had to spread my legs, but then I had to ... ehm ... bring my fingers in – standing up. After these pictures I had to sit on all fours on the bed, her facing my butt. I had to look at her and smile. And still on the bed I had to get down on my elbows with my ass high up and to get it more up I had to get my breasts on the matrass, one arm above my head and the other bringing my hand between my legs and my fingers inside. I was getting wet and I started to gasp. She heard it.

“You are great model. You play wieth yourself and you like iet... Great!”

I felt more and more ashamed, but I couldn’t hold myself anymore.

“Turn around and spread your legs and play wieth yourself,” she ordered me and I didn’t object. She went on taking pictures while the others were watching, her henchmen and the victims. All of them seem to be leering. Finally she ordered me to stand up with my arms high up. She came standing behind me and I didn’t hear a thing for a couple of minutes, but I could see how the eyes of the two guards widened. And suddenly I felt her hands fondling my breasts and the next moment I felt her breasts pushed against my back; she was as naked as I was.

“I like your liettle tiets. They fill my hands,” she said while nibbling my ear. “Turn around and get on your knees,” she ordered. I did as I was told. She sat on the bed and spread her legs. Then she pulled my head between her legs.

“Use your tongue,” she hissed and I obeyed. Right before six strangers I obeyed her. I didn’t feel any shame anymore; I just felt lust. So I got my tongue into her secret places, while she grabbed my hair. She started moaning while my tongue massaged her inner circle. The more aroused she got, the harder she pulled my hair and the hotter my secret garden burned. I could feel moisture flowing from my inner circle, but it didn’t put out the fire between my legs nor did it quench my thirst for the waters of her secret cave. On the contrary; the more she got excited the more I got drenched. She was groaning by now, as did I. There wasn’t anybody but us anymore and I felt like being shattered in a flood of desire. Then she stopped; not suddenly, but in ... phases. Gasping and moving slower and slower, until she stopped completely. I didn’t even hear her scream or make the faintest noise. She looked down at me, still panting a bit.

“You are a fine sex toy! Now iet’s my friends’ turn!”

At first I didn’t realize what she was telling me, but when I did, I tried to get loose. I hadn’t noticed she was still holding my hair and as I pulled back, she gave a tug. I yelled and got tears in my eyes. She pulled me by my hair to her first henchman. I crawled on all fours behind her until I was faced with another vagina, bald this one. Everything started all over again. And again I enjoyed it, I really did. When I had finished she dragged me to the third pussy and ... well you know. Finally I had done them all four, she came standing before me.

“How do you like my new clothes?” she asked. I looked up and I couldn’t believe my eyes: she was wearing my clothes!

“You remember? You leave me naked and put on my clothes!”*

Yes I remembered, and I remembered her panties in my mouth and the laughs they had at my cost. I remembered everything. And now she was standing there dressed in my clothes. I figured what she was going to do with me, but I never could have imagined what would follow.

She tied my hands behind my back and laid me on my back on the floor ordering me to spread my legs.

“Wider!”

And I spread them wider. Suddenly she pulled one of the guards between my legs.

“Lick her!” she ordered her. And then she turned to me again. “Thies ies your reward for being such a stupid but good girl.”

The poor guard started to put her tongue in my privates and immediately my body reacted. And it reacted violently; I was too far-gone to come on easy. The Rom girls were grinning while I was coming, while their boss was explaining how they fooled me in their trap.

“You thought you are smart when you hier about thie flight attendants. We were lucky there. We got clothes and sex toys. But we want you to follow us so we begien to striep other girls and when you follow us, we know. And when you come to Brussels we know you are lookieng for us, becose our friends tell us. And then they gieve us where you stay. And now we are viesietieng you. Iesn’t that nice? And we have some presents for you. But first your reward!”

Then they made me sit on my knees again and one of them forced my face to the floor and the whole thing started over again. But this time the other guard was eating me. I was on the edge of fading, when she stopped.

They gave me a little break, but then the four of them gave me a sound spanking. While one kept my mouth shut, the others tried their hands on my butt cheeks.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

“Can you keep quiet in there? There are some people who want to sleep?”

“Shuut up!” she hissed to me and then “Yes, sir. Excuse us!”

“Alright then!” Fading footsteps told me our last chance had gone. The four culprits looked at each other and giggled. Then they started to pack their things in a small suitcase. The leader came back to me carrying something in her hand. It looked like a jewel of some kind. Then she opened her hand: a buttplug!

“Iesn’t that a nice departing present?” and she put it in my mouth. She took it out again and looked at it.

“Thies wiell do,” she said. The next moment something ice-cold touched my butthole. Immediately she started pushing it in and turning it around.

“Open your liettle asshole, dear,” she teased. I could feel how my “little asshole” got stretched and suddenly the thing narrowed and my arse just seem to swallow it.

“Oh, what a beautiful ass jewel. Yes, you see you can? And now lets get you a drink, you are thirsty, not?”

She went to the bathroom and I could hear water flowing. She came back, got me up and put a glass to my lips. I drunk greedily.

“Good girl... good girl... good girl... good girl... “

She kept on repeating this one phrase. I felt my eyes closing like if I was hypnotized. She had sedated me!

“You dirty, f^^^ whore,” I slurred.

“You naughty gi...” was the last thing I heard.



Next thing I know I was tickled at my feet. Someone was calling me.

“Wakey, wakey, wakey, my ticklish, naked girl!”

Slowly it occurred to me who was talking: of course it was the Rom girl. She smiled sweetly at me. I was lying down on the ground, it was cold and looking around I could see some familiar forms.

“Hello, now we are really lieving you!” she said, “But first some presents!”

And she took out an egg.

“You know we found some thiengs for sex ien the luggage of the flight attendants. Oooh, dirty girls they were. But I find thies egg and thies was a toy Eva used too on your friends from the police. Oh yes and thies!” She held up a pair of handcuffs with pink fur. “Dirty, dirty girls,” she repeated, “But nice presents for you!”

Suddenly four hands pulled me up and I felt I was pushed against a tree. They pulled my arms behind me and I felt the cuffs around my wrists. I was still lightheaded, but I knew where I was: the Citadelpark. I had recognized the cave. All of a sudden I felt a finger sliding in my vagina and I couldn’t help moaning again. I must have been wet, because my nemesis groaned satisfied.

“Iet’s time to put it in.” And I felt an object plugged in. It was the egg of course. Then I heard a humming and I could feel the vibrations inside getting me aroused once more. I could feel her lips coming nearer.

“Before I leave you I want to kiss you for the last time. You know we could have been lovers.” I didn’t care anymore: I was tired, I wanted sleep, I think I was still sedated. I could feel her fingers grabbing my chin and lifting up my head. Then I felt her lips on mine, and her tongue in my mouth again.

“Iet’s a piety,” she whispered - and I believe she meant it – “I want you to know my first name; iet ies Rokaia. Do not bother to find us: we are going to our home country. You will never find us there, nobody will. But I stiell thienk iet’s a piety. Oh yes, before I forget, look here!”

With difficulty I lifted my head and opened my eyes. I saw her taking off her panties. She put something in and fowled them.

“Thies is the key for the handcuffs,” and she pushed the panties in my mouth.

“Don’t speak or open your mouth, or else...’ she said and walked off. She turned around before she reached the corner of the path.

“Farewell!”

And then I was alone. Slowly I woke up again, but I couldn’t do anything. I groaned because the egg inside made me cum time after time. In the beginning it felt great, it really did. Coming in a public place is... magical. But after a few times, it started to hurt. The pain didn’t last, because the arousal took over, but every time it started with an ever-increasing pain.

I remember a bunch of girls and boys passing and watching me.

“This is a hard initiation!”

“Do you like it?”

“Mmmm...” a girl’s voice, “She’s leaking badly. Owww there’s something in her cunt. Lets fondle her a bit.”

And so they did. I could feel their hands all over my body: my legs, my belly, my breasts, my neck... One of them had found the butt plug and started to push on it. It made me groan louder and them laugh louder. Suddenly one of the girls giggled.

“Lets tickle her!”

The next moment I felt dozen of hands tickling my feet, my ribs, my sides, my breasts even my vagina. Tears were leaking on my cheeks and I had to keep my mouth closed. And then they left me alone. I collapsed against the tree. I was sitting on the ground with my back against the tree. My legs were spread wide, but I didn’t care anymore. There was only the arousal and the pain and the cumming. And sometimes I dozed off. But then I awoke again feeling the pain and I knew what was coming, but I couldn’t resist.

I don’t know how long I sat there, but suddenly I heard someone calling my name.

“Leentje, honey!”

I lifted up my head and through a fog I could just recognize Ingrid. I started crying again. Then I noticed the bunch of people behind her and in a sudden shame I closed my legs, to hide my secrets.

“Leentje, what happened?” I opened my mouth.

“Gheey,” I said and I pushed the panties out of my mouth, “The ... key ... is ... in ... side the ... panties.” I was breathing heavily. Ingrid told me later I looked completely wasted and I was exhausted. She opened up the panties and found the keys.

When she had me uncuffed, I begged her to take the egg out. Then she lifted me up and brought me to her car.

“Bring me home, Ingrid! Please bring me home!” And she did.



I awoke in my bed, with Ingrid lying next to me, naked. She smiled.

“I did what you did to me. Do you remember?”**

Of course I did. That was the first time we had been together and it was necessary. I smiled in return.

“You slept for fourteen hours.”

“I’m going for a shower then and a good breakfast, or lunch, or diner. What’s the time anyway?”

When I had taken a shower, we went for a late diner in the centre of the city. And we walked around a bit. And arriving home we got on the couch – naked – of course and I snuggled in her armpit. I never realized how much I love her than at that moment. I was happy with her – still am.

“Tomorrow we have to visit Lise,” she said looking at me.

“Oh God,” I answered, “Do we really have to?”

“I’m afraid so!”

So the next day in the afternoon we were sitting in “The Cop”. Lise listened very interested to my story and gave me an extra cup of coffee.

“Well, you know what that means?” she asked.

I knew. I wasn’t happy with it, but I was prepared to face the consequences.

“I expect you the day after tomorrow at 7 in the evening. You’ll have to work till the bar closes and you’ll be naked.”

In silence I nodded my head. Ingrid was giggling.

“You’ll have one regular costumer more: me!” she said and she started laughing.

I was a naked waitress for a month. The whole Elckerlyc’s police station went to “The Cop” every evening to watch me. They slapped me on my butt as much as they could, but they wouldn’t touch me on any other place, because they knew about Ingrid and me. Eventually I started to love being a naked waitress and by the end of the month there were a lot of pictures of me circulating. There were even figurines of me in plaster and plastic, and even in porcelain. I was popular. But that didn’t prevent me from having revenge on Lise and Ingrid.

But that’s another story...







* See The Elckerlyc District Mystery part 7

** See The Elckerlyc District Mystery part 3