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

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The Elckerlyc District mystery
by Elckerlyc,




Mayhem in the woods

This was the third chapter of the events that occurred in the Elckerlyc District. And this time we couldn’t hide it anymore, because of .... But that’s the end of the tale. Let’s start at the beginning.

It was only a week after the ‘Factory disrobing’ when we got a call from a jogger. In the Bourgoyen, a nature reserve in the midst of the Elckerlyc District she had seen a bunch of girls who had put up a campfire and did indecorous things – using the official term. The girls had grabbed her but she escaped safely. Well, that is barefoot and topless. The team of commissaris De Pest was sent to take a look and possibly to take some measures. Everybody was thinking of students who were having a night out or a hen party. Nobody expected troubles.

The following report is an analysis of the statements of the three policewomen and of what I saw when I was called for help. Indeed it was the first time I was personally involved in the events, be it barely – what’s in a word.

When the commissaris together with the 1st inspecteur Zonderkleren and inspecteur Naaktgeboren parked their combi at the parking lot near the reserve, they could see a light between the trees. It was quite a distance away. They stepped out very cautiously, but nothing seems to move except the light, which seemed to shimmer. It made it very likely to be the fire the jogger had been talking about. Carefully they started for the fire. Approaching the fire they did not only see the fire, they also heard moaning and panting noises. That was it; the jogger had been right.

When they entered the forest clearing with the fire in the middle, they saw two girls playing with each other. The girls were lying at the other side of the fire, their clothes piled up a bit further.

Commissaris De Pest stepped forwards.

“Dear ladies ...” They didn’t seem to hear the commissaris.

“Ahum, ladies ...!” she called a bit louder. One of them looked up and smiled wickedly.

“You policeman join us?” she asked. De Pest turned red.

“Ladies, we are here to stop this indecent behaviour. First of all you can’t make a fire in this nature reserve and you certainly can not lie around naked and ... and ... make love ... to each other here.”

The girl who had spoken stood up and came up to the commissaris. She didn’t bother about her clothes and faced Ingrid De Pest in all her glorious nakedness. She stopped about a meter from the commissaris, put her hands in her waist and tilted her head a bit.

“Why not?”

“That’s the law, miss. Now, put on your clothes and come with us to the station.”

The girl turned around to her friend and they both smirked.

“You not strong enough to take us!” she said and she grinned at the policewoman.

“Miss, we are three and you are only two. And we are still dressed, which gives us a big advantage,” Ingrid De Pest argued.

“You not three and we not two,” the girl answered. In the meantime, her friend who had been sitting till then, stood up. She didn’t try to cover neither, but faced the policewomen naked.

“What do you mean? Can’t you see the othe ...?” while she was talking the commissaris had turned around. The sight she saw made her drop her jaw. Just behind her stood Geertrui Naaktgeboren and a few meters behind the inspector she saw a whole gang of girls. All dressed in colourful, exotic clothes. Big jewels, bright coloured dresses, kerchiefs and bandanas, some wearing boots and others barefoot ... And in front, held by two of the women was Klaartje Zonderkleren. She lived up to her name; she was standing without clothes.

The moment they entered the wood, two girls had grabbed Klaartje. One had put her hand on her mouth; the other had started to threaten Klaartje.

“Shut up! Only uniform, but if you make sound, we kill you with knife.” She hissed in Klaartje’s ear

And she had shown a big knife. Klaartje was scared to death and just nodded. With big fearful eyes she stared at the knife.

“Take clothes off!” Klaartje nodded fearfully and started to take her clothes off. Her colleagues hadn’t noticed anything and went on. However, Klaartje was too scared to make a sound and stripped as fast as she could. She handed over her uniform – shirt, tie, cap, trousers, boots, belt with tools and gun – until she stood in her undies and socks.

“Everything!”

With tears in her eyes Klaartje removed her socks and then reluctantly took off her bra and panties. She tried to cover up but the two bandana girls grabbed her arms and pushed her forward until they came to the clearing. Klaartje saw the commissaris and Geertrui, but suddenly she could feel the knife at her throat. She swallowed and waited. She felt ashamed when the commissaris turned around. The baffled expression of the commissaris would have been funny if not for the whole situation.

And then Geertrui turned around ... Klaartje felt like the earth split open; in fact she wished the earth would swallow her. She wanted to say how sorry she was, but the knife blocked her voice.

The commissaris saw a beautiful woman with mesmerizing eyes step out of the bunch of woman. She came straight at her.

“Hi police, you are two and we are more,” she grinned, “so we are not going to station!”

She smirked at the officer and she pointed at the golden crowns on her uniform.

“You are officer!” She didn’t even ask it, she established a fact.

“Yes,” Ingrid De Pest confirmed, “I am a commissaris!”

“I want uniform of you. Of the other police too, but very much of you!”

At first the commissaris didn’t seem to understand, but when the message got through her eyes turned big in disbelief.

“You want me to take off my uniform? Here? There’s no question of me taking off my clothes off here in public,” she stuttered.

The woman waved in the direction of Klaartje who was still threatened with a knife.

“Then she will die,” the woman said, just as easy as saying diner was ready.

Geertrui started to unzip her bulletproof vest and took her belt off.

“Stop it inspecteur,” the commissaris ordered her, “We’re going to negotiate! What do you want from us?”

“You all naked! No doing yourself, we do! But hard way!” said the woman and her eyes were ice-cold steel as she answered.

The commissaris hesitated: “Can’t we sort this out some other way?” She was giving in and the woman knew it. She grinned at the commissaris and shook her head.

“All your clothes!” She laughed smugly. While the commissaris still hesitated, Geertrui stood waiting. Her belt had fallen on the ground and her ballistic jacket stood open. Commissaris De Pest heaved a deep sigh and started to unzip her jacket. She worked very slowly. After unbuckling her belt and dropping it she stopped again.

“You have doubts?” the woman asked and she gave a sign to her minion who was holding Klaartje. The knife touched Klaartje’s throat again. She gave a little squeal and then started sobbing. Ingrid De Pest gave in; she was a tough boss, but she was very considerate to her personal. She gave Geertrui a sign and they both started to reveal themselves. Even if it was the third time for Geertrui to get naked, she had to strip herself now and it was an awkward feeling. Surrounded by smirking and grinning faces, they took off their clothes. The commissaris went on from where she stopped: she unbuttoned her jacket and let it slide down past her arms on the ground. Then she opened her shirt and laid it on her jacket. Unclasping her bra she tried to cover her breasts but one arm wasn’t sufficient. She stood topless and the whole gang gasped as they saw the unveiling of the commissaris’s body. She was 31, but looked gorgeous. Her body was kept in shape by training in the gym, three times a week. And it paid off, though everyone asked why she did it; nobody ever saw her with a man. She took off her boots and socks. And when she stripped off her trousers they all admired her slender, but muscular thighs and calves. Tears came in her eyes when she hooked her fingers under the waistband of her panties and again she hesitated. But with a shiver she pulled it down to her knees. And from there on she wiggled her legs to drop it, while she covered her privates. But too late: everyone had noticed the lack of pubic hair. While the cheeks in her face coloured, she stepped out of her panties and kicked them away. She was naked as the day she was born.

Geertrui started with her boots. Although her ballistic vest was already loose, she preferred to start from the bottom. She said down while she untied her shoelaces and pulled of her boots. Still seated on the ground she took off her socks. Even her panties she took off while she was sitting on the ground. She covered her genitals with one hand, while she took off her bulletproof jacket and her uniform jacket. She kept her hand over her pussy when she unbuttoned her shirt. Changing hands she pulled out her shirt. She was sitting in only her bra. She stalled putting both her hands in front of her private parts and she started sobbing. The women around her looked at her in contempt, which made it even worse. After a while she unclasped her bra with her left hand and let it fall down beside her. She bowed her head in utter shame.

In the meantime her two colleagues tried to keep some decency, but failed completely. The commissaris was covering all her female parts with hands and arms. She pressed her left leg a bit higher and her left knee pulled over her right thigh, to try and cover her mons pubis ... but it didn’t matter anymore. Klaartje just held her arms under her breasts. She was very aware of the fact that everybody had seen her naked – including the commissaris – and she felt strange now. As if nothing could hurt her anymore. Recalling the last incident in the factory, she felt pity for Geertrui and for herself.

She was still wondering what would happen, when one of the goons pulled her back to a tree. Her hands were tied before her and next her arms were pulled above her head and tied to the tree. She tried to scream, but a bandana was put in her mouth and she was split gagged. Completely vulnerable she looked at the scene before her. Most of the punks were admiring her in all her glory, but two of them were preparing her girlfriend. Geertrui was already cleave gagged with another bandana and so was the commissaris. Three girls had loosened their hair and let it flow over their shoulders. The two punks brought Geertrui to the same tree as Klaartje and she got the same treatment. They tied her left leg to Klaartje’s leg and admired their work as they the whole gang did.

The commissaris tried to escape and turned around to run, but she clashed with a huge thug who had been standing behind her. The leader of the gang turned around.

“Ah ... the officer. You have been bad: first you do not want to undress and now you want to run away. We have special treatment for you.”

She snarled something at the thug and the commissaris was lifted up by her wrists and brought to a place between to trees. Holding some ropes, some other punks joined the big one. They tied her left arm to one tree and her right arm to another one. The commissaris’ legs got the same treatment; they were spread as wide as they could.

The culprits’ leader smirked at her.

“You feel comfortable? I have something else!” She lifted her skirt up and searched in one of her pockets. The commissaris couldn’t help noticing she had lovely shaped legs; she couldn’t keep her eyes of them. The culprit saw her staring.

“You like my legs? You have good taste!” she said and laughed. She snapped something and a couple of her minions jumped at the commissaris and stripped her of her jewellery, being her earrings and a bracelet. The commissaris turned red again; she felt more naked than ever.

Suddenly the woman let her skirt down again. She walked triumphantly to the police officer, holding something small in her hand. As she came into inches of the commissaris face she showed it.

“Look! I call thies the egg of satiesfaction! I would let you lubricate iet, but the bandana is in the way! So I will do it myself!”

She grinned at the commissaris. Suddenly, while the woman was bringing the egg to her mouth, Ingrid De Pest felt a finger on her clitoris and she gave a squeal.

“Both ends have to be moistened,” the woman said.

Suddenly the commissaris heard a buzzing sound and immediately after she felt an object shoved into her vagina. Her eyes spread wide and her moaning became louder and louder.

The woman stepped back. Smirking at the commissaris she mocked her.

“I hope to see you another time. We have lot of fun then!”

She called her gang members and all the culprits left, leaving the girls to an uncertain faith. Nobody would pass here for hours and the nights were getting cold. The fire gave some heat, but if it would extinguish...



And that’s what happened. Nobody passed and about 6.30 am I was called. The three policewomen hadn’t been in for hours and nobody had heard something. I asked them when they had received the last message.

“At half past ten,” they answered, “They were going to the Bourgoyen to check out a campfire.”

“And have you sent somebody there?” I was getting worried.

“Well, no ... we didn’t know ... “

“You fools,” I shouted, “Send a patrol over there and an ambulance! This could be bad!”

I jumped out of bed and put on my clothes. I was troubled and angry at the same time. The Bourgoyen wasn’t far from my hotel, so I was there early. Everything was still dark as I entered the parking lot. Immediately I saw the combi, so I put on my blue lights and left the car. Carefully, holding my gun in my hand I went into the wood. Suddenly I heard a faint sound and with uttermost care I went into the direction of the sound. Slowly my eyes got adapted to the dark. The blue lights of my car made it easier to peak through the dark and all at once I saw some shadows moving. At the same time I heard some cars stopping at the parking lot and car doors open. People shouted my name and I shouted back. If there were any thugs around, they would be scared by the light of the other police vehicles and the ambulance.

I went on in the direction where I thought I had seen a movement. As I came closer, the noise became a faint moaning of pain. The first I saw was Klaartje and next to her, a bit hidden was Geertrui. I ran straight to them and saw they were in bad shape. Both of them were trembling from the cold and they looked dirty.

I cut the ropes one by one and I caught them; first Klaartje and then Geertrui. I asked them where the commissaris was and they pointed in a direction. I called for the medics, who arrived in a matter of minutes.

Meanwhile I searched for the commissaris. Being led by her moaning and a strange buzzing sound I found her after a little while. She looked even worse than the two other women. She was sweating all over; she was dirty and trembling from the cold. Tears were streaming over her cheeks. When she heard me she looked up.

“Take ... it ... out ...” she panted and when she saw I was hesitating she added: “Below ... below ... Please!”

So I looked down and the only place I could think off was her legs. I knelt down and saw a sort of thread between her legs. The buzzing sound came from there also. Carefully I put my finger in her vagina and I felt the egg. I pulled at the thread and the egg came out. I heard a relieved sigh.

I untied her legs first and then her arms. She fell straight in mine, too weakened to even stand up. I called for a blanket and then I saw the other two girls were taken to the ambulance and the hospital.

As the medics came over to take the commissaris, she opened her eyes.

“I don’t want a hospital, please bring me home,” she begged. I put a blanket around her and looked at her.

“It’s for your own good,” I said, but the tears started flowing again. I had pity: I lifted her up in my arms and carried her to my car. I walked to the hoofdcommissaris and told her I was going to bring the commissaris to her place. She nodded.

“This is not the usual way, but if she asks it, maybe it’s the best way. I’ll send a doctor to see her. Stay with her.”

I got the commissaris’ address and took off in my car. In the meantime I saw some journalists and photographers wandering round on the crime scene. So far for keeping everything quiet.

When we arrived at the commissaris’ place the doctor was already waiting. She helped getting the poor woman upstairs in her bed. When Ingrid De Pest was lying in her bed, I went to fetch a cup of tea, with 5 spoons of sugar in it. She drank it as soon as I came back in the bedroom. She stopped shivering, but her consciousness got less.

The doctor looked at me: “This is serious! We have to find an electric blanket or ... something ... We have to warm her up!” She looked round desperately.

There was only one thing I could do. I started to take off my clothes, stepped into the bed next to the commissaris and embraced her. The doctor watched in amazement, but then she nodded.

“Keep her warm! Call the 112 when she looses consciousness. If she gets better, call me!” She wrote down her phone number and put it down on the nightstand. In the meantime I had started to rub the body of the commissaris and talked to her. She started to breath normally, but I kept on to her. As time passed I could feel her body getting warmer and she smiled at me.

“I’m feeling better now. If you want you can go back to your hotel now,” she mumbled.

“I’m staying here,” I told her, “Until I’m sure you’re well again.”

She looked at me and smiled again: “I was hoping you would say that. Please hold me a bit longer!” And as I embraced her a bit harder, I could feel her hand stroking my back and my bum. After a while she fell asleep.



The next morning off course the whole town – what am I saying, the whole country – was aware of what had happened with the three policewomen. The police station was the centre of curiosity, especially by the press. The hoofdcommissaris spent a day in hell, but no one noticed me. Thank goodness.

But if we thought we had been through the worse ... Wrong! We were up for more and far worse.

Lena Blootbrood