Riverdale Bookclub - Chapter 3
by Archie Fan -  betty_cooper72@yahoo.ca 
The women of Riverdale take over


The following story is written as a request and does not include the usual
gore and destruction commonly seen in my stories.

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Waldo Weatherbee was sitting in his office. School was set to begin in about
twenty minutes and he was going over his talking points for the staff meeting
that was scheduled for that afternoon. As he was checking his notes he heard a
commotion outside and he looked out his office window. What he saw shocked
him.

Betty Cooper and Veronica Lodge were walking towards the entrance of the
school dressed in nothing but corsets and fishnet stockings, their large
teenage breasts visibly on display. Weatherbee also thought that they were
looking slightly more muscular than he remembered.

But the most shocking part wasn't even the fact that two of his female
students were walking to school practically naked. Crawling on his hands and
knees, wearing nothing but a leather harness with a leash which Veronica was
holding, was Archie Andrews. Weatherbee could see that Archie was in a great
deal of discomfort as he had an abnormally large erection, the tip was rubbing
against the ground as her crawled and near the base it was looped through a
metal ring on his harness.

Weatherbee had no idea what was going on, but as Principal he was going to put
a stop to this. He got up from his desk and went to leave his office but as he
opened the door he almost ran into Miss Grundy.

"Going somewhere?" she asked him.

"Have you seen the display outside the school?" Weatherbee asked.

"Oh you mean Betty and Veronica and their new pet? Why yes I have." Grundy
replied.

"You saw and you did nothing?" Weatherbee asked incredulously.

"Of course I did, I came here to see you," Grundy answered.

"Well fat lot of good that does," Weatherbee said. "We need to put a stop to
this."

Grundy shook her head no, "I don't think so."

She placed her fingers on Weatherbee's chest.

"What are you doing?" he demanded angrily.

"We can do this the easy way, or the hard way," Grundy answered. "It's your
choice, but I hope you pick the hard way."

"Get out of my way," Weatherbee snapped.

He grabbed her wrist and tried to pull her arm out of the way but found that
he couldn't even get her arm to budge. He tried using both hands but still had
no luck. With her other hand Grundy chopped down on his arms, he heard the
bones in both of them crack as they broke. He screamed in pain as his wrists
hung loosely his hands flopping about.

"You're lucky all I did was break them," Grundy commented nonchalantly. "I
could have chopped them right off."

She then proceeded to use her hand which was still on Weatherbee's chest to
give him the famous one inch punch. Weatherbee flew across the room, over his
desk and slammed into the wall before dropping to the ground.

Struggling with his broken wrists he tried to get back to his feet. He had no
idea how Grundy was so strong. As he got up to his feet he saw that she was
undressing. She removed a large bra to reveal that she had two of the largest
breasts Weatherbee had ever seen. He stared at them eyes wide, the pain he was
in temporarily forgotten.

Grundy removed her long skirt to reveal that she wore nothing but a corset and
fishnet stockings identical to what Betty and Veronica were wearing.
Weatherbee suddenly gathered that something was going on and that Grundy,
Betty and Veronica were all involved.

"Geraldine ... " he begged using her first name. "What's going on?"

"What's going on is that we women are taking control," Grundy replied. "For
years we've been training in secret; honing our abilities to control you men
and finally the time has come to take control of this town."

She slowly walked towards Weatherbee and then reached down and looped one
finger through the collar of his shirt. She then pulled down as fast as a
blink all the way to his groin and his clothes tore in half and flew off his
body leaving him completely naked. Grundy straightened up and looked the
surprised Weatherbee over like he was a cow and she was a farmer considering
purchasing him. As her eyes focused on Weatherbee's below average sized
package she gave a somewhat disgusted noise.

"What ... what are you doing?" Weatherbee stammered.

"No man can resist us," Grundy said. "But not all men are worth the effort of
training to be properly submissive. Some are better off ... being disposed
of."

She reached back down with one hand grasped his penis and with the other his
balls. She rubbed his dick ever so slightly and it instantly went hard, harder
that he had ever had it before. His erection seemed to grow in her hand. She
then gave his testicles just the slightest of squeezes and he began to cum in
long spurts.

Grundy stood up as Weatherbee lay on the ground his erection cumming. He
gasped for breath and thrashed about as he realized it wasn't going to stop.

"It, it's not stopping!" Weatherbee exclaimed.

"No it's not," Grundy agreed with an evil grin. "And it won't stop. Well at
least not until your heart gives out from the effort of making you constantly
cum."

Weatherbee looked up at her a panicked expression on his face. He desperate
squeezed at his cock trying to stop himself but it was utterly useless. Grundy
watched as he thrashed about in both pain and pleasure from the non-stop
orgasm. After a few minutes he clutched at his chest as he began having chest
pains, and moments later let out a gasp before falling still. His cock gave a
few more spurts of cum before it went soft and shrivelled back up.

Grundy smiled at her handiwork. Weatherbee lay dead in a huge pool of his own
cum. She was glad that this day had come within her life time. She knew that
all across Riverdale similar scenarios were playing out.

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It was nearing the end of the breakfast rush at the Chock'lit Shoppe. Terry
"Pop" Tate had started it because there was quite a lot of men who wanted to
get together and have breakfast and a coffee before going to work, and his
clientele reflected that as every patron was a working man, be it a white or
blue collar job.

"Great eggs as usual Terry," Fred Andrews complimented him as he placed a ten
dollar bill on the counter next to his empty plate. "See you again tomorrow."

Fred got up and went to leave the diner when the door burst open, the bell
above it ringing and in walked three women whom both Fred and Tate recognized.
They were Penelope Blossom, Alice Cooper and Hermione Lodge.

All eyes were on the women and for good reason. Despite all being over 40 and
Alice and Hermione were over 50, they were dressed in nothing but corsets and
fishnet stockings. Their large breasts were on display and they were
surprisingly pert for women their age.

"Look this is nice and all," Tate said. "But there is a no shirt, no service
policy."

"Well then it's a good thing we're not here to eat," Hermione said.

"Well I'm still hungry," said Ricky Mantle, the father of Reggie Mantle, who
was sitting in the booth nearest the door.

He stood up showing that his pants were unzipped and he was jerking off. With
his other hand he reached out to grab Penelope's breast. Faster than he could
react she twisted his wrist, a loud pop sounding as she dislocated in and then
pinned his arm behind his back and held it there, all with just one hand.
Ricky Mantle cried out in pain and struggled to get free, but the beautiful
woman held him like he was a toddler.

"You don't get to touch us," Penelope said. "Not without our permission
anyway. For trying you must be punished."

Still pinning his arm behind his back with just one hand she reached around
beneath Ricky's erection and cupped his balls. She gently ran her fingers up
and down his testicles and then gave a slight twist before letting go. She
then shoved Ricky forward and her stumbled to the ground.

As the other men in the diner watched in horror Ricky began screaming and
grabbing at his balls. He stood up and looked around and grabbed a glass of
orange juice off of a table and poured it on them as if her were trying to put
out a fire. Suddenly his balls just dropped off of him on to the ground where
they lay there sizzling like bacon cooking in a pan before they melted into a
pile of goo.

Ricky fell to the ground clutching the area where his testicles had once been
attached to his body softly moaning. The men in the diner looked at him in
horror while Alice, Hermione and Penelope all had cold impassive looks on
their face.

"Let me explain what is happening," Alice said. "You men are now our slaves.
Resist us an suffer a fate like this piece of trash here, or worse."

The men all looked at each other not sure what to make of this. At the counter
Tate and Fred exchanged a glance. Tate pointed beneath his counter where he
kept a shotgun hidden in case anyone tried to hold him up. Fred knew about it
because it was his old shotgun that he had sold Tate just after he had been
married as his wife didn't want any guns in the house.

It was quite obvious that these women were dangerous and seemed to have some
serious martial arts skills. Fred knew he had to distract them so that Tate
could get his shotgun out and turn the situation around.

Fred got up off of his stool and yelled as he ran towards the women. Alice
calmly stepped forward and with one hand wrenched the large six-person table
from the nearby booth out of where it was bolted to the floor and in a single
motion smashed Fred in the face with it. He flew backwards over the counter
and crashed into Tate just as he was coming back up with his shotgun. The two
of them tumbled to the ground together in a heap.

Just as they got to their feet Alice reached across the counter, and grabbed
the shotgun out of Tate's hands and tossed it to Hermione before grabbing both
of them by the throat.

"That was foolish of you," Alice said with a sneer.

Rather than use the shotgun to control the other men in the diner. Hermione
calmly smashed the gun over her knee like she was breaking a stick. The gun
broke in half as if it were made of Styrofoam and Hermione tossed the broken
weapon aside with a smirk.

As the rest of the men watched Alice lifted Tate and Fred up by their throats
and pulled them across the counter and turned around holding them both in the
air as they kicked their feet desperately. They both used their hands to try
and pry her own hands from their throats but they couldn't make her fingers
budge.

"Resistance is futile," Alice said calmly. "Perhaps a demonstration of our
dominance is necessary."

As the men watched in horror Alice began to grow before their very eyes.
Muscles began bulging all across her body as she grew taller. Fred and Tate
found their heads getting closer and closer to the ceiling as Alice grew
bigger and bigger until she was the 10'6" 1400 lbs. of her Giantess Technique
form. Alice banged Fred and Tate's heads against the ceiling of the diner
before dropping them to the ground at her feet. She then glared down at them
her hands on her hips in a power pose.

"You will all submit," Alice said. "Or you will all suffer."

"Okay, okay," Fred begged. "Please just tell us what to do."

Alice smiled as she looked down at Hermione and Penelope who smiled back at
her. They set about rounding up the men to take them for processing.

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A long line of men lined the driveway to the Riverdale Women's Society
clubhouse. Scantily clad women walked up and down the line making sure that no
man tried to run away. That didn't stop a few from trying though.

Jughead Jones, well known for his misogynistic views took off running the
moment the women watching him looked away.

"He's mine," Veronica Lodge declared as she took off after him.

As Jughead ran across the field he glanced back to see Veronica chasing after
him. He was very surprised at how quickly she was catching him as she ran at
the speed of an Olympic sprinter. In less than a minute Veronica had caught up
to Jughead and with a simple shove with one hand sent him sliding face first
into the grass. She came to a stop standing at Jughead's head and as he got up
he checked for loose teeth and then looked up to see Veronica staring down at
him an angry sneer on her face.

"You shouldn't have done that Jughead," Veronica said with a sweet but also
sinister tone. "Now you must be punished."

"You won't turn me into some pet like you did Archie," Jughead said defiantly.

"You're absolutely right," Veronica said. "Such a fate would be too good for
you. I've got a better idea."

She reached down and hauled Jughead to his feet with just one hand. Jughead
was surprised at how deceptively strong she was. With her other hand she
grabbed Jughead's pants and underwear and with a solid yank tore them clean
off. Jughead winced as the fabric pressed tight against his buttocks before it
tore.

"Hmm, that's a pretty impressive piece of meat you've got there," Veronica
commented as she examined Jughead's 12" prick.

Jughead said nothing but tried to push himself free from Veronica but she held
him fast. Veronica then shoved him to the ground and straddled his chest
sitting on it.

"You hate girls, can't stand them," Veronica said as she reached behind
herself and grasped Jughead's cock with one hand. "So I think that the
appropriate fate for you is to make it so that can't live without one."

Jughead didn't know what she meant but he felt her fingers playing across the
surface of his dick. He felt her pinky and middle fingers probing and then
they squeezed. He then felt his cock go instantly hard in her grasp as
Veronica smiled down at him. She then let go of his cock and rubbed her index
and middle finger along the top of his balls. Jughead head felt his balls
swell and suddenly found himself desperately in need of release. He let out a
started gasp as his eyes went wide as he stared up at Veronica. Veronica
looked at his expression and laughed.

"I can give you what you want Juggie," Veronica said. "But I want you to beg
for it first."

Jughead gritted his teeth and tried to do whatever he could. He thought of
anything to try and make himself go soft: baseball stats, his parents having
sex, rotting garbage; none of it worked. Veronica watched with amusement as
expressions of agony and desire for release played across Jughead's face.

"Just beg for it," Veronica repeated.

"Please," Jughead gasped.

"Please what?" Veronica asked.

"Please I beg of you Veronica, help me," Jughead said almost at the verge of
tears.

Veronica smiled and got off of his chest and positioned herself between his
legs. She knelt down and took Jughead's big dick into her mouth sucking him
off. Her tongue twirled expertly along his shaft and n a matter of moments
Jughead's cock erupted with a torrent of cum. Veronica swallowed some of it as
she took her mouth off his dick and stood up. His cock continued to erupt for
almost another minute before it stopped, but yet it remained hard and his
balls remained tense.

"What ... it didn't ... " Jughead stammered in disbelief.

"And it never will," Veronica said. "For the rest of your miserable life
you'll need a woman to give you relief, and even then it will only be
temporary. That is a fitting punishment for a misogynist like you."

Jughead lay back and cried as Veronica stood over him laughing. The town of
Riverdale would never be the same.

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Epilogue

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Five years later...

"Sono josei no zo no oki-sa o mitekudasai," a female Japanese tourist said to
her boyfriend.

Her boyfriend glanced at the statue and nodded. The tourists were in
Riverdale's Haggly Park. The park had previously been known as Pickens Park
and had contained a statue of General Pickens who had fought for the north
during the civil war. However after the women had taken over Riverdale they
had torn down the statue and replaced it with one of their leader Mistress
Haggly while using her giantess technique, and renamed the park after her. The
statue was life size and was twelve feet tall and sat on the granite base that
the old statue of General Pickens had once occupied.

The Japanese girl smacked her boyfriend across the face with a riding crop.

"Dozo ni keii o shimeshimasu!" she snapped at him.

The boyfriend then knelt down and bowed to the statue as the girlfriend
smiled. Nearby Alice and Betty Cooper were walking by. Each woman was holding
on to a leash, Alice's was to her husband Hal, while Betty was walking Archie
Andrews. Both men were dressed in the mandatory leather harness that all male
citizens of Riverdale over the age of 16 had to wear.

"Isn't it nice seeing our visitors take up our customs?" Betty commented to
her mother.

"The Japanese actually invented many of the techniques we use," Alice
responded. "But they've forgotten them over time so really it's like they're
relearning their own customs."

As they walked out of the park they passed a large sign which read,
"Riverdale: The Dominatrix Capital of the World!" and featured a cartoon
picture of a woman in leather dominatrix gear with a man kissing her feet as
she sneered at him.

Everywhere throughout Riverdale women were walking with men on leashes, or in
gimp masks or otherwise collared. Here the authority of women was absolute and
it had become a niche tourist destination.

"Won't it be great when it's not just our town that's like this, but the whole
world?" Betty asked her mother.

"That's the dream Betty," Alice responded. "That is the dream."

The End?