Riverdale Serial Killers - Chapter 2 by Archie Fan - betty_cooper72@yahoo.ca Other members of the group of killers are revealed as they strike again Detective Glass was frustrated. He had been trying to keep the details of the murderers quiet, given how gruesome and unusual they were. But somebody had said something because the Riverdale Report, the local newspaper, had run a story on the murders that had details in it that Glass himself hadn't authorized to be released. Glass had only been willing to admit that there was a murder and who had been killed. But he didn't have time to worry about that, because there had been three more murders. This time the murderers had taken place at Riverdale High in the locker room after football practice. Once again there were no witnesses. The bodies had been discovered by the school's janitor Mr. Svenson, who had been rather traumatized it seemed. Glass knew that the bodies could wait so he decided to interview the janitor first. He was sitting on a bench just outside the locker room, still holding onto his mop. "Hi Mister Svenson I'm Detective Glass, I'd like to ask you a few questions, if that's alright?" Glass asked. Svenson nodded and Glass took a seat beside him on the bench. "So you were the one who found the bodies, about what time was this?" Glass inquired. "Right around six o'clock." Svenson replied. "Practice is usually over by five and they have an hour or so to use the locker room before I go in to clean up." "Did you notice anything unusual about today?" Glass asked. "No, I usually am waiting and see them leave but there was a bit of a mess in the one girl's bathroom, one of the toilets was broken off its base so it took me a while to get that fixed and I just went straight there." Svenson replied. Glass nodded and noted Svenson's answers down on his notepad. "So do you know who the bodies were that you found?" Glass inquired. "They were so... I only recognized Adam, Adam Chisholm," Svenson choked barely able to describe anything. Glass hadn't seen the bodies yet but if this man who seemed like he knew them all, at least by sight, couldn't identify two of them it had to be quite horrific. Detective Glass stood up to go into the locker room. "Is it, can I go back to work?" Svenson asked. "Well you can't clean the locker room," Glass replied. "It's a crime scene. But if there's anything else here you need to do then that's okay, just don't leave the premises." Glass felt a little sorry for the janitor. He was clearly very shaken up by what he had seen and if he needed to go do his job to cope with it, Glass wasn't about to stop him. It was just the humane thing to do, but also practical. If he had to testify at a trial at a later date, if he had a breakdown the defense could try and use that to have him discredited as a witness. There was still that possibility to happen later, but there was nothing Glass could do then; he could just do what he could now. Upon entering the locker room Glass was hit by a powerful smell. "Oh man, what is that smell?" Glass complained as he covered his nose with his sleeve. "Probably the bowels of this victim," called out one of the medical examiners. "Looks like he crapped his pants." "Out of fear or something else?" Glass inquired still covering his face. "I couldn't tell you," the medical examiner replied. "There's just too much damage." Glass took a look at the body. The head looked like it had been crushed like a watermelon getting a cinderblock dropped on it. His torso was twisted and distorted, broken ribs sticking out through the skin. Once again the pelvis was crushed to the point that the legs were almost amputated. "Looks like it might be the same people from the other murder," Glass commented. "The MO looks the same," the medical examiner agreed. "But this is even more destructive." "Well if it's a serial killer they tend to escalate," Glass responded. "What about the other two bodies?" "They're both in the showers," the medical examiner replied. "What I don't get is how all three ended up killed, this much damage takes time to do." "I think it might be a group," Glass said. "Although who, or perhaps what, I don't know." "You think they might not be human?" the medical examiner asked. "There's yet to be any evidence of a weapon being used and the evidence we do have suggests that the perpetrators are female, but even for a male this much damage seems beyond humanly possible. I'm just keeping my options open here," Glass said. "Ugh, I'm gonna need something to scoop up all these crushed brains," the medical examiner groaned. *************************************** Svenson had gotten his floor buffer out and was going up and down the halls of the school. The task wasn't entirely necessary from a cleaning stand point but for him it was from a mental stand point. Working took his mind off of what he'd seen in the locker room, and it had been something he couldn't comprehend. As he passed by the office he saw that the light was still on and he thought he heard voices. The principal Mr. Weatherbee had gone home over an hour ago. The police had called him and asked him to come back to the school so they could discuss what had happened and what was going to happen going forward, but he hadn't arrived yet. Svenson wondered who was in the office, so he shut the floor buffer off. He walked up to the door and pressed his ear to it, not wanting to just barge in. "Are you certain that nobody saw you?" he heard a woman's voice say, he wasn't sure but it sounded like Miss Phlips, the school secretary. "The only person who might have seen us was Svenson," he heard another female voice reply, this one sounded like one of the students although Svenson couldn't tell who. "And we didn't see him," he heard a third female voice add, this one sounded like it was Betty Cooper a student he knew fairly well. "It was reckless to do it in the change room," Miss Phlips said. "This will focus the investigation on the school." "It was Cheryl's idea," a fourth female voice said, this one sounded like another student Svenson knew, Ginger Lopez. By Cheryl, Svenson guessed that the first voice was Cheryl Blossom. "It doesn't really matter whose idea it was," Miss Phlips said. "We're going to have to stage another scene elsewhere to turn attention away from here." Svenson couldn't fathom how, but from the sounds of the conversation somehow the three girls had killed the three boys he had found in the locker room. "How about if that 'missing' state trooper were to reappear," Svenson heard Cheryl suggest. "It might help but we'll need something new," Miss Phlips said. "But you three have done enough, I'll handle it. You need to get out of here and make sure nobody sees you." Svenson realized they were about to leave the office and he quickly hid in the guidance councillor's office which was across the hall. He heard the door to the principal's office open and the three girls were having a quiet conversation he couldn't hear. He waited until their footsteps disappeared down the hallway. He then peaked out the small window in the door to see where Miss Phlips was, it looked as if she was still in the office and on the phone with her back to the door. He realized that he had left the floor buffer in the hallway and he was lucky that the three girls hadn't noticed it. With Miss Phlips occupied he decided to hurry and move it. He snuck out of the councillor's office and went to move the machine. He didn't want to turn it on lest he alert her to his presence. The machine was difficult to move turned off however as it was quite heavy and the wheels didn't have a neutral position. He strained to push the machine down the hall. He figured once he got around the corner it would be safe to turn the machine on so he could put it away. Then he had to tell the police about what he had overheard. As he rounded the corner Svenson bent down to find the on/off switch and turned the machine on. When he looked back up he was startled to see Betty, Cheryl and Ginger standing in front of the floor buffer. Each of them had a smirk on their face that terrified Svenson to his core. Svenson turned to run away only to bump into Miss Phlips who had quietly come behind him and fall to the ground, while the school secretary remained standing as if an insect had just bounced off of her. "You know it's not very polite to eavesdrop Svenson," Miss Phlips said. "I didn't hear nothing," Svenson pleaded. "Please just let me go." "You know that's not going to happen," Miss Phlips said. Miss Phlips bent down and lifted Svenson up by the straps of his overalls with one hand, strength that surprised Svenson. Before he could say anything else the fist of her free hand connected with the side of his head knocking him out cold. *************************************** When Svenson came too he was in a chair and everything still seemed dark. But as he slowly shook off the cobwebs and got his bearings once more he realized that he was in a dark room. The sole source of light came from a single bulb that was shaded so that it pointed down on him like a spotlight. When he tried to move Svenson found that his arms and legs were bound to the chair with some thick leather straps. He also noticed that he was naked except for his underwear. He tried to cry out for help only to realize that he had been gagged as well. He looked around to try and figure out where he was, but he couldn't see anything; beyond the beam of light around him the room was pitch black. Svenson was trying to figure out what to do when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching, they echoed suggesting that to Svenson that he was kept in a large empty room. A second light in front of Svenson turned on and he saw a video camera set up on a tripod. The footsteps got closer and he saw Miss Phlips enter the light behind the camera. She had changed out of the conservative blouse and skirt she had been wearing when she had knocked him unconscious. Now she was dressed more like a dominatrix. She had a black leather corset and crotchless black leather panties. She had on a pair of five inch black high heels and fishnet stockings that went up to her mid- thigh. He also noticed that she was holding what looked like a black vibrator. "So glad to see you're awake, it means we can get started," the scantily clad secretary said. Svenson tried to plead to be let go through but his gag prevented him from doing anything but making loud moans. She just ignored the noise that Svenson was making and turned on the vibrator. Svenson half expected her to use the vibrator on him. However she began using the vibrator on herself. Svenson found his fears slightly abated as he watched her plunge the vibrator in and out of her cunt, moaning loudly as she did. In fact he found himself starting to get slightly aroused. But as Svenson watched Miss Phlips pleasure herself he noticed that she seemed to be getting larger. At first it looked as though he boobs were just starting to fall out of her corset but then he realized that they were getting bigger, and then he noticed that it wasn't just her boobs. Her arms were getting bigger and more muscular, as were her legs. Her fishnet stockings began stretching and tearing as her legs swelled with muscle. The straps of her corset could be seen fraying until suddenly snapped and the garment fell to the ground. Her boobs sprang free clearly far larger and now backed by powerful chest muscles. She was also growing taller, she had gained at least a foot in height and had to be close to 6'9". Finally she shoved the vibrator as far into her pussy as she could and left it there. Moments later her entire massive frame shudder with orgasm. Svenson watched mesmerized and terrified as her pussy clamped down on the vibrator and shattered it, the quiet buzzing noise abruptly silenced. She took several moments before relaxing and the shattered remains of the vibrator fell to the ground. She took a moment to run her hands over her transformed body, caressing herself almost teasingly towards Svenson. "God I love doing that," Miss Phlips moaned still fingering her pussy. She smiled when she saw the look of confusion and fright in Svenson's eyes, and seemed to get turned on once again. "Hmm, I bet you're wondering just what happened." She guessed. "Well I'm not going to tell you everything but the girls you saw back at school and I are all in a little group of women who like killing males. And with every kill we're able to get bigger and stronger whenever we get sexually aroused." She smiled at him evilly and began adjusting the camera. "And we like to keep a record of our kills," she said. "Kind of like a porn collection we share amongst the group." Svenson was terrified at this point. He struggled against his bindings but it was no use, he was too tightly secured. He then tried desperately screaming and trying to make as much noise as possible. "Oh nobody is going to find you," she said. "In fact that's exactly what we want, you've gone missing so the police now think you're a suspect for the murder of those boys in the locker room. Of course it's my job to make sure that you never turn up to tell them otherwise." She pressed record on the camera and slowly sauntered towards Svenson. She stood directly in front of Svenson, her huge muscular form blocking almost any view of him from the camera. She flexed her arms in a double biceps pose, her huge biceps the size of volleyballs. She held that for a moment before placing her hands on her hips and flexing her huge back for the camera. As she did that Svenson got a terrifying view of her huge breasts as they were pushed out further from her chest and loomed over top of his head, each one a seemingly perfect gravity defying globe the size of a basketball. She relaxed that flex and then slapped her huge muscular thighs together, the slapping sound like a heavy door being slammed shut repeatedly. She then slowly walked behind Svenson who just sat there quivering in fear. She then leaned down over him, each of her huge breasts pressing on the top of his head. They were each larger than his head and from what he could feel, they weren't the usual soft breasts of most women, these tits had muscle. She brought one arm around his head and then formed a bicep. It was so large that his face was hidden from the camera. She then stepped back in front of him and bent down at the waist, exposing her round cannonball ass to the camera while she took a hold of Svenson's boxers and tore them clean off. Her face was just inches away from his and Svenson could smell her, it was incredibly intoxicating and he could feel himself getting aroused again. He tried his best to think thoughts to avoid arousal, whatever he could baseball stats, the sight of the dead boys from the locker room, the thought of his parents having sex. But as she reached down and touched his dick and began stroking it, it was no use. He was aroused in seconds as though she had some supernatural ability to arouse any man under any circumstances, which for all he knew was entirely possible. "Pretty decent size for a small man," she commented. She lowered herself onto Svenson's cock. The chair was a sturdy wooden one, but it groaned under her massive weight. As she slammed herself down onto Svenson. He groaned in agony and she rode his shaft, the chair creaking along with him. Eventually the chair couldn't take the pounding anymore and it collapsed as it broke apart. Svenson felt his arms able to move but his legs could not. His waist was still trapped in between her huge thighs and she squeezed to hold him tight. She took a hold of his arms and continued to pound away at him relentlessly and with no care to his protests. Svenson could feel himself ready to come but he was unable to, it was as though she was stopping him from coming. Suddenly she abruptly stopped and her whole body shuddered. Svenson felt himself come and then moments later everything below his waist went numb. He her a loud crunching and squishing as he looked down he saw his legs from about the knees fall to the ground. His waist and upper legs were squashed flat between her thighs which were pressed together like a car crusher. Turning her side to the camera she cradled Svenson her arms under his. "There, there, it's okay," she soothed tauntingly. She suddenly flexed her arms squeezing Svenson's arms between her biceps and her forearms. His arms were no match for her rock hard muscles and he could hear his bones shattering as his arms were crushed and torn clean off. She still held on to his limbless torso like a mother holding a child. Svenson was dizzy from the sudden and massive blood loss and was amazed he hadn't passed out from that or the pain. She held his head up to her chest, nestling his head between her breasts. "Don't worry Svenson, it will all be over in seconds," she whispered to him. Svenson could start to feel himself blacking or perhaps it was just the shadow of her two huge breasts as they pressed against his head. He felt a momentary pain as his skull felt like it was on fire, then there was a cracking noise and for Svenson everything went black. Cynthia Phlips squeezed her huge muscular tits together, grinding Svenson's head to paste. She then relaxed and let his remains slop to ground. She walked back over to the camera and stopped it from recording. The blood stains on her body absorbed into her skin and she could feel her strength increasing. "Now to show the girls how it's supposed to be done," Cynthia said to herself. To be continued...