"The Elckerlyc District mystery-in the Factory" by Elckerlyc

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The Elckerlyc District mystery
by Elckerlyc,

Problems in the factory



Everything went well for three weeks. The 1st inspecteur Zonderkleren and the inspecteur Naaktgeboren didn’t encounter any more problems worth mentioning. Of course there were the usual misunderstandings like men – and women – trying to get a date when the policewomen stopped them. But they were used to get attention – after all they were very handsome, not to say beautiful young women.

Three weeks passed and then there was a call from a grocery store on the Chapel Lane, at the edge of the city right in the middle of Elckerlyc’s district. A gang of young women had harassed several of the store’s clients and the manager had lost her patience. But instead of apologizing, the girls – or women – had started to undress her until the cashiers and some salesgirls came to her help. The young women however had fled with the clothes of the manager. Which left her in the precarious situation of standing in the midst of a crowd of personal and clients wearing just her underwear – even her stockings and heels had been stolen. She ran screaming to her office and one of the cashiers called the police.

Geertrui Naaktgeboren en Klaartje Zonderkleren were patrolling in the neighbourhood and went over to take a look. The cashier who called the station brought them to the manager, but she was still hysterical crying, so they couldn’t get a statement from her. However, some of the clients had noticed the girls running of and they showed the direction in which the girls ran off. One client even gave a hint: if they would follow that direction, it would lead them to an abandoned factory. They contacted the police station and rode of to the factory.

From there on we can only rely on the testimony of the both policewomen, since there are no other witnesses – at the moment that is. I was called in after the second incident and had to interrogate the two policewomen. I’ll quote the statements of the two officers in the same order as the interrogation. 1st inspecteur Zonderkleren was the first.

The statement of Klaartje Zonderkleren

When we took the police cruiser, we immediately agreed on the tactics we would follow. We decided to split when we arrived at the factory. The premises of the old factory are too large and the close proximity of a wood increased the possibility of the culprits escaping. I know inspecteur Naaktgeboren is fairly new to the district, but she seemed to be quite capable. Arriving at the factory we drove in through the gate and parked our car there. The place seemed to be abandoned. We agreed to keep radio silence and just call in case of emergency. She went to the right, while I took the left. Nothing moved; even in the sunlight everything was quiet. Very tight I looked around for any sign of the culprits. Suddenly I heard a sound in one of the buildings; carefully I stepped in. It was dark when I entered the hall, but when my eyes got used to the dim I could see it was a large building with debris and ruins all over. It was divided in several smaller places; some were very small, others were rather large. But everywhere there was a smell of years of desolation. The sight of trees through the narrow, broken windows just enforced the feeling of abandonment and danger.

Again I heard a sound; this time it was clear it came from shuffling feet. It was a distant, but clear sound from within the building. I decided to keep silent and try to sneak up. I took out my pepper spray and went on, softly and quietly. I heard the sound again and then I saw a shadow near a wall at the far end. It didn’t seem in a hurry so I reckoned it hadn’t seen me. This would give me the advantage of surprise if I could keep quiet. Very carefully I took out the walkietalkie and put it off. Then I went on. The shadow still wasn’t aware of me: she was just standing there, doing something with her foot (that was the shuffle I heard). Slowly I went on, and then I made a rookie mistake. As I had to pass a little wall I forgot to check out if there was someone behind it. All of a sudden as I passed the wall I felt someone behind me jumping up and grabbing my wrist. The grasp was so strong and I was so overwhelmed that I dropped my pepper spray. I didn’t get the chance to reach for my gun anymore; another hand was put on my mouth and I was pushed to the floor. I heard other footsteps in the hall; at least from three or four persons. At once I got death scared they would hurt me or even kill me. And then I heard a voice.

“No fear. We only want uniform! We love uniforms of police. We take yours.”

There was a girl sitting on my chest and several had come over to help her. It was the one on my chest who was talking. Even when she told me not to be afraid I could feel how my boots were loosened and pulled off my feet, as well as my socks. I could feel the chill of the concrete on my heels. The next moment the girl on my chest lifted her hand of my mouth, but before I could scream she put something else in it. My socks!

“Quiet!” she hissed at me, “Not quiet we hurt you very bad!” I was so scared; I nodded to tell her I agreed. But then I felt hands taking of my belt with my tools and worse: I could feel hands opening the button and the zipper of my pants. Again panic flooded me and I squirmed and wriggled, but the girl took my jaw in her right hand. I was amazed how strong she was. She forced me to look her in the eyes. I never saw eyes like hers: deep black, mesmerizing eyes, with very long eyelashes. Her face came closer as she looked at me with ice in her pupils. In her left hand I could see a knife and I felt silent at once. Even as we were looking at each other, I could feel how the others pulled my pants down to my ankles and over my feet. One of them said something in her own language. She turned around.

“Mmmm ... nice black lacy panties,” she said turning back to me.

Then she hissed something to her friends and I felt how a pair of hands slipped under the waistband of my panties and took them the same way my pants went: off my feet.

I was bottomless. The chill of the concrete floor took my bottom, my thighs, my calves, my feet ... The misery of my situation suddenly appeared to me: they weren’t going to stop there. The girl had said it: “We only want your uniform!”

And I was right; while I was still lying on the cold floor one of her henchmen took my hands and pulled them over my head. I stopped squirming, but then she started unbuttoning my jacket.

“Mmmmppppffff ...!” I tried to spit out my socks. A cloth tied over my mouth and around my head kept them inside. Slowly the mesmerizer unbuttoned my jacket. When she had finished, she started opening my shirt; slowly as she did with my jacket. Opening it she stared at my bra.

“Oooh ... fits the panties ... “ she grinned. The girl who was holding my arms pushed me up and the both of them began to take my shirt and jacket off my shoulders and my arms. The other girls were standing around us, silently smirking at me. They leered, but they didn’t utter a sound.

The moment I saw my jacket and shirt flying I could feel how the gypsy – I think they were gipsies because of their language and their clothes – unclasped my bra. As it dropped to the ground I could feel my breasts jump free.

“Nice tits, nice nipples, ... nice body!” the girl in front whispered in my ear, “I love touch it.”

“Bweeaaase, ont hoo idd!” I begged. But she just looked haughtily at me and sniggered. She took my watch, she loosened my hair and stole my necklace too. Then she checked my ears and took of my earrings. I was completely naked now and there was nothing I could do except waiting for Geertrui ... inspecteur Naaktgeboren.

They pulled me up and dragged me near the wall. Above there were hanging some hooks. My eyes turned big; I had visions of me being hooked up. They tied my arms behind my back and my ankles were tied together. They used a cloth as a blindfold; I was completely defenceless and disorientated.

Then I felt what seemed like a dozen of hands on my body: some on my shoulders, some on my butt, some on my legs and my feet. A moment later I was lifted up upside down. I could feel my legs being pulled up in the air and suddenly I felt iron between my calves; the next moment I was hanging on the hook; head down and naked. I stopped wriggling when it occurred to me I could fall down and break my neck. Instead I started to moan and make noises to attract the attention of the inspecteur.

I heard the shuffle of feet and then nothing more ... until I heard Geertrui walking in.

The statement of Geertrui Naaktgeboren

When we rode off to the factory Klaartje ... 1st inspecteur Zonderkleren said we had to split up once in the factory. She told me it was a large area and if we would search it together the culprits could escape. If we searched separately we had more chance to catch them. I had my doubts; I didn’t want to end up naked again. She noticed my hesitation.

“Besides if you need help, you can call me through the portable,” she told me. I shrugged my shoulders; I still didn’t trust it, but she was my superior.

When we arrived we split up: I went right and she went to the left. I passed several buildings, but everything was quiet. No sounds at least no human sounds. From the wood, I could hear birds whistling. It was a huge area; I had to search each building and it took a damned long time.

Until I past the main building, I hadn’t heard or seen a thing. Not even a call from Klaartje. It worried me, but you know what they say: no news, good news. I took a deep breath and walked in. The shimmer contrasted with the daylight outside and I almost tripped as I walked in. It made a lot of noise, I imagined, and I stopped for a few moments. That’s when I heard a sound: a sort of muffled moans or groans. Very weak, but very clear. I opened my holster and kept my hand on my gun as I walked further. It took me a long time: I wanted to check every corner and every turn. I didn’t want any surprises like three weeks ago.

Suddenly through a doorway I saw something hanging. Carefully I walked to it and then I noticed the sounds coming from it; this wasn’t a thing, this was a human being! It was a woman, naked except from the ropes tying her feet and her wrists. She was hanging upside down, motionless. Her blond hair was hanging to the ground. Her slender body was slowly turning from one side to another and back. She was gagged and blindfolded. There was nothing else; no clothes, no jewels, no purse. I lost every caution and ran to her. When I reached her, I finally saw who it was: my partner, Klaartje. 1st Inspecteur Zonderkleren, that is. I left my gun in the holster and started to lift her up, but I didn’t get far. In the meantime my colleague was mumbling anxious, but when I wanted to take off her gag, I heard a voice.

“Ooohh, other policewoman comes. Great! Have fun!”

I turned around and I saw two girls standing, dark skin and exotic clothes. One was barefoot, the other had leather boots on.

“What have you done to my colleague?”

“Can you not see? We stripped her, like you and hang her on her head! Now, you must get naked.”

I prepared myself for a fight and I got my pepper spray, but another girl who must have sneaked up while I was distracted by the other two, hit my wrist and I dropped the spray. Still soothing my wrist I was grabbed by several other girls. They got my gun and removed my belt. The gipsy with the boots came nearer.

“Tell you get naked. See?” She shouted something to her fellow culprits and the revealing started. They lifted me up and started unbuttoning my jacket and my pants, and the laces of my boots. All at the same time. I could feel how they pulled off my boots and how my socks came off at the same time. They stripped off my pants and my jacket My panties had followed my pants but were stuck at my knees. It didn’t pose a problem for them: next moment they disappeared. I was red of anger, shame and the effort to save my dignity. They dropped my legs to the ground and I was standing bottomless between them. I tried to escape but I fell on my knees.

The strangest and most frightening thing while I was ... revealed ... well ... in ehmm all my glory, was the silence. They didn’t utter a word or a sound. Everything passed in silence. Well, I didn’t keep silent: I cried and cursed; I groaned and yelled.

“Bitches! Let me go! We are police officers! Let us mmmppphhhh ... !”

I felt how someone pushed a cloth in my mouth. A cloth? My own panties! My eyes went big when I tasted myself.

“Finally! You are shut up! Stupid bitch!”

I was stunned and they took the opportunity to strip off my shirt and bra. I was sitting in the buff on the cold floor. As fast as lightning they got hold of my jewellery. And then I was back where I was a few weeks ago. But now there was no public, except from the ‘gipsies’. They leered at me in silence; they ate me with their eyes; I could see the desire in their eyes.

And then the ‘barefoot’ kneeled down at my back. She tried to grab my wrists, but I pulled them away. All futile: another girl came to her help and a couple of minutes later my wrists were tied.

Meanwhile some of them had taken 1st inspecteur Zonderkleren off the hook and back on her feet. They took off the blindfold. Klaartje started weeping when she saw me, but still gagged she couldn’t say anything. They put her in front of me and then they forced both our legs open. We were pushed close to each other and they tied our ankles behind each other’s back. I could feel her body close to mine ... “

Here inspecteur Naaktgeboren stopped and a tear rolled over her cheeck.

“ ... It made me ... I got ... Well ... Anyway with my feet tied behind her back and her feet behind ... I felt ... “

I had to reassure her.

“It doesn’t matter. Just go on: what did they do next?”

The inspecteur wiped her nose and her eyes with a paper handkerchief and went on.

“They tied our bodies together and ... I could ... feel ... her ... her ... breasts against mine ... And I ... I ... I think I’m a lesbian!”

And she did cry now. I went around the desk and patted her on the back.

“Come on, girl. You don’t need to be ashamed! You’re just in love! You know something? I’ll get 1st inspecteur Zonderkleren in and you can finish your statement together.”

I don’t know, but I had a feeling it would be better that way. When Klaartje Zonderkleren came in and saw her colleague, she immediately hugged her and started crying too. It took a bit of time before they could finish their story.

“The ‘gipsies’ left us there. They took everything with them: our belts, our guns, all our clothes, not only our uniforms. They took the gags out of our mouth. Boots turned around before leaving.

‘If shout hard enough, someone hear you. You warm each other if it to cold,’ she grinned, ‘And thanks for uniforms!’

After that, they all left and everything became silent. We tried to get up and make it to our car, but it took a lot of time and rubbing against each other.”

They both went red.

“When we got finally up we hopped to the car. The moment we arrived we saw it was also stripped. We found our guns on the floor of the car, but nothing else. We were stripped naked; the car was stripped of its interior and its wheels. The only choice we had was to hop on the road and try to find someone to help us and call the police.”

They fell quiet.

“Is this all you can tell me?” They nodded.

“Alright, if you remember something else you know where I am!” I printed the statement of both policewomen, while they were leaving. I couldn’t help noticing that 1st inspecteur Zonderkleren carefully took the hand of her colleague. Well, there was one good thing coming out of this.

I still had to take my report to the commissaris and the hoofdcommissaris. I left out the private parts and we talked about it.

The hoofdcommissaris looked at us as she started talking.

“There are only two things we can do now. First of all: look out for gipsy girls. But I think there are men too. They strip the car while the girls strip our policewomen. So sent a note to be careful. And second: I don’t want those two policewomen getting naked again. I want you, De Pest, to look after them and you have to accompany them on every patrol.”

The commissaris looked annoyed, but she knew she had to follow orders. She left politely but without enthusiasm.

If we thought this was the end, we were completely wrong. Things would get far, far worse before long.

Lena Blootbrood